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There was little left of the dive bar the Kid Pirates trashed that evening. Some still-standing yet drunk as fuck local islanders scattered around the place, the busted lights cast a hazy, dim glow in the already dark bar.
Not that the Kid Pirates minded, it was how they liked to wind down before the night ended.
You, Kid and the crew had been sharing stories and laughing over jokes for a while and the chatter quieted down as they drank and polished off the food on the tables. They dwindled and eventually left with knowing glances at each other, but you and Kid were drunkenly talking and barely noticed when the table was empty. The remaining crew drifted to harass the patrons and mingled with whoever was still around.
“I’m gonna grab us some waters,” you headed to the bar to hydrate and throw down extra cash for tips and damages. You always felt a little bad for owners of businesses they fucked up. It was your collateral-damage cash.
The bartender gave you extra-large mugs filled with ice cubes, and in your inebriated state made you a bit clumsy as you walked back to the table without spilling drop or cube. At the table, Kid had kicked aside the chairs, placing his weapons strap and loose items on the empty seats and table..
Setting the glasses gently down, you felt Kid’s fingers ghost across the small of your back, grazing them to your waist as he guided you to sit in his lap. You tried to ignore the hot buzz you felt along your body as he moved you. You shifted to get comfortable while Kid was finishing his liquor when he suddenly coughed and shuddered underneath you.
“You ok, Boss?”
He cleared his throat before answering, “Y-yeh, drink jus’ went down the wrong pipe.”
Kid prompted you to give him his water, and he let out a few coughs before his voice wasn’t as strained. When his breathing felt more regulated, you brought up a topic from earlier in the day you wanted to double back on – just looking for something to talk about and ignore the fact that you were both past the point of sobriety, and you were plainly sitting in his lap.
He listened and leaned forward to set the half-drunk mug down, and when he sat back upright you had to adjust yourself again having slid down his massive thighs.
Sculpted muscles. Muscles so ripped, you could feel the curves and edges of his quadriceps through the fabric of his pants.
You shifted once more and felt Kid freeze underneath you.
Then you felt something else.
Slowly growing underneath your ass, awakened from the repetitive stimulation. You sucked in a breath when you realized it was his dick.
“Ah-s-sorry, didn’t mean to—” you stammered out.
“It’s ok,” he said tensely. “It happens…”
“I can get off—”
“No,” he cut you off, “It’ll pass. His fingers absentmindedly trailed on the hem of your shirt, trying to steel his mind on to something else. Inadvertently trailing his fingers lower until they dipped beneath the hem touching your bare skin.
Your body broke out in goosebumps, you couldn’t help the shudder that went through your body, shifting on his still-growing erection. You could hear Kid’s jaw click from how hard he clenched them.
Truthfully, you always found him attractive and dreamt more than once about it would be like to smudge that line between captain and subordinate. Feeling for once like you were in position of all the power, you allowed your loosely inhibited state persuade you to intentionally rock on him.
You heard strained grunts as he processed your movements.
Hips dipped back and forth, pressing your wettened core against the promise behind his pants. It felt large, thick, and already so impossibly hard.
The low music that hummed around the bar droned out the others from your table. Only you and Kid existed now. In sensual silence.
You braced your elbows to the table, ass flushed backwards so Kid got a nice view as while you rocked against him. His fingers dug into your hips, trying to exert more force with your grinding.
Kid let out short huffs the closer he got to climax, brought to the brink so suddenly with purposefully long slides of your torturous cunt along his length. His cock stuttered, his arm wrapped around your waist as he pulled you tightly to his flushed torso. You felt the twitch of cock as he came with a near-silent, strangled groan.
You chuckled as you fully came to a stop. Spontaneously teasing Kid to completion had exerted you of your energy.
“S’mthing funny, ya asshole?” he muttered with face pressed to the nape of your neck.
“Nothing’s funny, I’m a lil’ proud of myself. I always wanted to do that.”
He said nothing for a minute before the room violently came to life. Kid activated his power and repelled everything in a frenzy inside the bar.
Knives, forks, trays shot out to stab, and weapons slashing and shooting down the bar tender and remaining patrons. Battering them and forcing them out the double wide door before it was barricaded.
“Is that a fact?” he lifted you up with his flesh arm and used his metal arm to clear the table. Kid put force into the way he shoved you belly flat to surface, holding your back down with just one hand.
“Since we’re sharing, this is something I’ve always wanted to do,” his kilt and belt buckles clinked when he pushed his pants down. “You had your fun, now I’ll show you my version of a fun time. Givin’ ya one chance to back out.”
Puffs of excitement prefaced your smirk, “The hell makes you think I’d so something stupid like that?”
What Happens Next?
Vote on chapter for option A, OR comment option B for that scenario. (this works better with a poll like on tumblr. feel free to comment and vote like crazy - but literally just use "option B" if you wanna place a serious vote ;
A: Kid, “In my fantasies, I’m fucking you raw until you’re dripping.”
B: Kid, “This is vanilla compared to what I’d do to ya with my friends…”