***(Y/N) POV***

Kid was exactly where Killer had said he would be.

His natural colours looked at home against the burning hues of sundown, his back to me as he looked out over the city. I almost didn't want to disturb him in such a peaceful state, but after what had just occurred, it was impossible not to.

"Hey, uh...Kid?" I stepped further out onto the flat roof, hearing his slight grunt of acknowledgement. "C..Could we talk..?" Now wasn't the time for my voice to be failing me. I didn't want to sound like any more of an idiot.

Turning his head, chin up, Kid looked somewhat sceptical before he finally nodded, his body following so we were face to face.
"Let me guess...Nobody wants to put up with you, so you want me to stir some shit to make things interestin'?"

That would be a much easier thing to ask...

Swallowing, barely able to get the saliva past the lump of nerves in my throat, I shook my head.
"That night...you said it was off the record..." I started, able to see his body tense from head to toe. "What if...I decided that wasn't good enough..?"

Kid's eyes narrowed as he stared at me, and I wasn't able to determine whether he was mad, or just confused.
"It ain't for you to decide whether it's good enough or not. We had an agreement." Though firm, his words held an air of caution, which was very unlike him.

It was hard to keep myself from fidgeting, or tearing my eyes away to focus on anything else, but I held my ground. My parents had at least been right about one thing. It was about time I tried to grow the hell up.

"Then...you need to shut up and just listen, okay?" I announced, taking a few strong steps forward, stopping not a foot away from him. My forehead barely reached his collarbone, which was intimidating. He'd grown since we had first laid eyes upon each other.

Just say it. Tell him.

"I..I know what I want. It's taken me a long freakin' time to figure it out, but I know now..." I started, legs starting to ache with how much tension I forced into them so they wouldn't fall out from under me. "What I want...more than anything...is to sail the world. To have adventures. To help you...the man I l..love...become the king of the pirates..."

When Kid inhaled, it felt like all the air around me had been sucked away, suffocating me with its absence. Each one of his features twitched, his arms moving to fold tightly over his chest, and he clicked his cupids together in what I hoped was thought, not fury.

"Love? Neither of us know what the fuck that kind of love is. Why the fuck would you say something so stupid?" Kid sneered, but I was paying close attention. To the was his jaw clenched, to the rolling bob of his throat, and the light sheen of swear that had broken out on his brow.

"Alright, then why did you kiss me that night? You all but confessed you feel the same way, so are you trying to tell me that was a lie? Were you just trying to get into my pants?" I grilled him, taking another step forward, which he countered by a single pace of retreat.

"Tch...Sure. Yeah. Ya caught me red handed. You're the only option while out at sea, so you can't blame me for wantin' to wet my cock..." Kid tried his best to smirk in the cocky manner he usually did, but he'd lost the ability to. It was wonky, and oh so telling.

Another step, and another retreat.
"Then why didn't you? I was right there, and if you'd actually made a move I probably would have accepted without a second thought." He couldn't fool me any longer. He and I were cut from the same cloth in that regard. Now that I knew my own feelings, his were obvious.

Even without me taking another step forward Kid moved backwards. Now he was really caught red handed. He was Eustass Captain Kid. He took what he wanted, when he wanted it. If he had truly intended on just using me for sex he would have long before that simple kiss.

"Y..You really wanna start this shit with me, brat..?!" His lip curled back over his teeth, but he didn't leer or lunge. "You piss me off every waking moment! Every time I look at you I get weaker! You're always doing some stupid crap that sets something inside of me off, and I don't know how to process shit like that!"

Let him get it out.

"I spent more than my fair fuckin' share of time feeling weak! What good could come of me letting you make me feel like that when I have shit to focus on?! Shit I need to be strong for?!" He was yelling, likely far too loudly considering we weren't the only people on the property, but he still wasn't angry. I could spot the defence mechanism from a mile away.

"Have you ever stopped to think that maybe, just maybe, you're only feeling weak because you're scared of something new?" Oh, he really didn't like that revelation, but I continued before he could launch into another outburst. "Believe me, I get it. I was scared too, and pretended that I didn't know what I really wanted."

"Who the hell do you think you are to tell me that I'm sca-" Kid's lips zipped themselves shut the second I stepped forward again, but this time I didn't stop until I had him backed up to the edge of the roof, cornered and unable to escape.

"Go on. Tell me I'm wrong." I dared him, telling him with my eyes that I could wait as long as I had to. There wasn't anything better for me to do anyway. "You said it yourself, Kid. You weren't man enough to figure it out yet. That's just saying you're scared in different words. Everything you said that night is contradicting what you're saying now."

All or nothing.

I was just as terrified as I was accusing him of being, but I had set out to do one thing, and I wasn't going to stop until it was done, no matter how it turned out.
"You said your book's been open, out on the table, but it had nothing written in it. That was a lie. I'm reading a whole lot right now."

Giving him one final message with my eyes, I turned and began heading back the way I had came from, hearing his boots scuff the rooftop.
"Wh..Where the hell do you think you're goin' after sayin' all that crap..?!"

Without looking back, I simply pointed ahead towards the door, even though I so desperately wanted to see the expression he was making.
"If you're man enough now, just follow."

You better be sure of this, (Y/N)...

Not once did I look back. Not after going back inside. Not heading downstairs. Not sneaking out the back door. Not carefully slinking my way through the streets of Water 7. I didn't have to. I could hear Kid right at me heel the entire way.

Not a word was spoken until we reached my intended destination. The large, ruined ship down on Scrap Island. It was dark, now, the only light coming from the gibbous moon overhead.

Once I made it to the center of the hull, cracked and letting in slivers of light, but still closed off to the outside world, I turned and finally looked at him again. Motioning to our surroundings, I shrugged.
"Your move, Kid. You followed me, so that means, at the very least, you think you're man enough now. So? Prove it. Man up."

It was a low blow, I knew that, but how else was I going to get Kid to pull his head out of his own ass? He was now completely clued in on how I felt, so it was his turn.

Shrouded in the dark, when Kid growled it was like a whole new beast was standing before me. The only prominent things I could see of him were his burning eyes, and the flash of ivory when he curled his lip back.

"You said it yourself...this is dangerous..." His voice had deepened significantly, and there was no way I could confuse the shudder it caused with the chill of the ocean breeze.

The crunch of his boots against sand, grit and wood was loud as he began to circle me, and I followed him with both my body and eyes, nerves quickly being replaced by excitement.
"Where's the fun without a little danger now and then..?"

Kid only managed to round one full circle before he approached me, his tufty coat having been discarded at a point I hadn't noticed. He only stopped when his body grazed mine, thrumming so wildly that it very well could have knocked me over.

"So...what? You want me to dip you down and tell you I love you?" He sounded almost offended by the thought, and I shook my head, focusing solely on the scorching eyes that popped through the dark directly above me.

"I don't care if you say that or not. Makes no difference to me. Just show me what you want me to know, and that's all that needs to be done." I was well aware that saying such a heavy word would be difficult for Kid, so I didn't expect it. I just wanted him to open up in a way he was comfortable with.

I flinched when his hand shot up and seized my jaw, pulling me to the tips of my toes as he drew his face near.
"What makes you think I want you to know anything?" He was really trying his hardest to sound threatening, but we both knew he was failing.

"You followed me here, Kid. You tell me?"

That was all I had to say. Before I could even register that he had released my jaw, his lips were on me in a mess of a frenzy. He at least allowed me a short window to wrap my arms around his shoulders before he trapped me against his body, lifting me off the ground so he didn't have to keep leaning.

This kiss was completely unlike the one he had initiated back in his bed. That had been careful, and only a whisper of what he was truly feeling. This was aggressive. This was desperate. This was screaming every want and need he had been trying to keep to himself for however long.

My legs hooked around his middle in an attempt to help him hold me up, but it wasn't like he needed the assistance. It was like I weighed nothing to him as he carried me, eventually sandwiching me between what was likely the only sturdy beam and his torso.

His arms uncurled from my form now that he didn't need to hold me up, his hands roaming wherever they could reach as he claimed the inside of my mouth with his tongue. I couldn't fight for dominance even if I wanted to. He was born to be in control.

"Hah...Actin' pretty tame for a self proclaimed wild bitch..." Kid pulled back a fraction, but I could feel his sly smirk even if I couldn't see it. Reaching around him, I grabbed a fistful of his hair, making sure I pulled enough to make it sting, just a little.

"R..Really? I was about to say...th..the same thing about you..." I returned his smirk, but it was short lived. His lips crashed back into mine, his hands sliding down, then right back up, forcing my shirt to bunch over the rise of my chest.

I didn't miss the way his thumb flawlessly followed the scar tissue of my old wound when he did that, but I soon allowed myself to get distracted by the way he began groping and grabbing at my bare breasts.

He wasn't soft, or gentle. It wasn't in his nature, at least not when he was in such a state. Pinching and rolling my nipples between his rough fingertips, Kid finally began to earn my vocalisation, his ego swelling in an instant.

"S..See what I mean..? Dangerous..." Kid growled as he dipped into the curve of my neck where it joined my shoulder, biting down as he rolled his hips, just once, to let me feel the exact danger he was referring to.

The feeling of his teeth sinking into my skin sent flashbacks of that night in the warehouse whirling around my mind. The way he looked like a feral demon, with blood cascading down from his maw.

Unintentionally, or maybe I really did mean to, I used my grip in his hair to pull his face closer, urging him to bite harder. His preposterously arousing hum of interest was muffled as he obliged, and I did nothing to stifle the pathetic whine that spilled forth.

Well shit, that's a risky kink for me to have...

It hurt, but I loved every second of it, even when it continued to sting as he pulled back, traces of my blood dappling his visible teeth. His pupils were blown wide, the golden glow of his irises now thin rings to embellish his optical lust.

I wanted to drag him in to kiss me more. Touch me more. Do more, but he leaned back to the side of my throat, his tongue slowly dragging over the burning wound he had gifted me with in an attempt to soothe.

"(Y/N)..." It was rare for him to ever speak my true name, but this time was completely different. It sounded like gospel on his tongue. "...you gotta give me the go ahead here...I ain't about to be a regret...You have to be sure..."

This is one of his ways of showing me...

It was hard to keep my movements steady with his hands still firmly encasing my breasts, but I managed to nudge his head up so I could kiss him. I could taste the paint on his lips, and I couldn't begin to imagine what a mess the surrounds of my mouth may look like.

"The only part of this I could regret is not doing it sooner..." I whispered, yelping as he spun the both of us around, using only one arm to keep me held off the ground.
"You're gonna kill me with all this sentimental shit..."

I laughed as Kid prodded at something with the toe of his boot, touching my nose to his.
"Awww, what's wrong? You starting to like it too much?" I teased, squeaking when he dropped a knee and threw me down onto something soft. His coat.

"You're really askin' for me to fuck the sass right out of you, huh?" He muttered, hooking his fingers into my empty belt-loops and tugging me closer against him, my legs either side of his hips.

Please.

Whilst he glared at me, I took the time to pull my shirt up and over my head, tossing it aside, uncaring of how dirty it would get. Understanding my signal, Kid used his Devil Fruit ability to pop the press-buttons of my jeans.

He made quick work of sliding them off, along with my underwear, tossing them in the opposite direction of my shirt before admiring my main attraction. The bite from earlier had really done some kind of magic, and Kid licked his smeared lips slowly.

It had been a fairly long time since I had been so intimate with someone, but unlike my other experiences, this time I felt self-conscious. It was easy enough to get over any insecurities when I didn't care about the person I was with, but when it came to Kid I just couldn't help but feel like I may disappoint. 

In attempt to save myself some embarrassment, I tried to close my knees to partially block his view, but was met with an indignant grunt, Kid's eyes finally dragging up my naked body to meet my eyes. 
"Coy, or scared?" He asked me quietly, contradicting his original reaction. 

If I were to be honest, it was a little of both. Shy because I wasn't exactly used to being stared at in such a way, or place, and a little scared - or rather keyed up because he was a heck of a lot bigger than I was. Could I even take him? 

"Pfff, me? No way..." I lied in a scoff, averting my eyes towards the thicker cloak of darkness surrounding us. "Just impatient, waiting for you to figure out what you're doing..." Teasing him was probably going to backfire, but hey, that was how we interacted towards each other on every other occasion, so why would this be any different? 

Rolling his eyes, Kid shrugged off his opened vest with ease, revealing the entirety of his torso. Sure, he often walked around with most of it showing, but it was always a whole different experience seeing him bare from the waist up. 

He eased himself over the top of me, planting a hand either side of his head to keep himself from crushing me. 
"I know what I'm doin'." He corrected me as though I had been serious, his goggles now hanging around his neck so his hair fell limp and loose over his face. 

He isn't what one would call conventionally attractive...but he's the hottest guy I've ever seen... 

"Then do it." I couldn't stop myself from daring him again. Situating my legs either side of him once more, I reached my hand down between us, finger ever so slightly dipping into the band of his lizard-print pants. 

No sound came out when he seized my wrist and forced my arm above my head, pinning it to the wooden boards, only a startled gasp. Leaning even further over the top of me, Kid's free hand ran down my outer thigh from my hip, curving over to begin rubbing up the inside. 

"I can't guarantee I won't hurt you..." He murmured in a low register, stare flitting between my eyes and my lips. "Soft 'n sweet ain't my forte..." Was that genuine concern he was exhibiting? It was rare to him to let it show.  

It was difficult thanks to his hold on my wrist, but I managed to pull myself up just enough to ghost a kiss over his lips before dropping back down again, squirming more the closer his fingers got to my crotch. 
"I'm willing to take the risk." I assured him, feeling less and less exposed the longer I laid there. 

The first brush of his fingertips, contradictory to what he had just warned me of, was gentle and cautious, but once he realised the extent of his affect on me his serious expression fell away into a hesitantly cocky smirk. 
"Was this 'cause of the bite, or something else I did..?" He questioned teasingly. 

Yes, and yes... 

Eyeing his lips, slightly smudged and inviting, I swallowed the remainder of my nerves. 
"Just shut up and touch me." That was all the go-ahead he needed. Without any further warning, Kid stole my lips away as he simultaneously plunged his ring and middle finger deep between my thighs. 

The slick he had caused with his actions helped, but the welcomed intrusion was still a shock, and I whimpered into his mouth. He ate up those sounds like a man starved, beginning to curl his submerged fingers at a pace that most suited him. 

With the hand that he hadn't trapped over my head, I scraped my nails down the back of his neck to between his shoulder blades, feeling his growl rather than hearing it. 
"Keep doing that..." He urged, sounding less full of himself and more distracted now. 

Obeying his command, I repeated the action, gasping loudly when he began to push his fingers deeper, scissoring them wide apart to stretch me open. Foreheads pressed together, he ebbed and flowed along with the jolts he caused my body, entirely focused on my face.

Kid knew exactly what he was doing, and for that reason I began to feel a faint pang of jealousy amidst the euphoria his fingers provided. Who else had experienced him before me? How many, and how often?

Despite how incredible it felt, suddenly it just wasn't enough anymore. Muttering something not even I could understand in a pitched hiss, I dug my nails harder into his exposed back, biting and begging at his lips.
"K..Kid..." His spoken name came out more like a warning than a plea.

Clicking his tongue, he sat back on his heels, finally releasing my wrist and pulling his fingers from me to unfasten his belt.
"Impatient little woman, ain't we..?" His eyes were aflame with a dark lust as he yanked down the front of his pants, fifth limb springing forth in all its lewd glory. "Just how I like it..."

He's gonna kill me.

Hooking his thumbs underside both my knees, Kid spread me further and spat upon my entrance, immediately jutting his hips forward to spread the added lubrication around as he saw fit.

That was when he paused. Even though his twitching self was laid perfectly along my desperate slit. Even having hardly exerted himself, Kid appeared to be breathless, eyes on mine, searching for something he was yet to reveal.

"Just because I have trouble...sayin' it...doesn't mean I don't feel it..." He murmured, periodically swallowing his build-up of saliva. He was obviously trying his best to keep a level head, at least for the time being. "Words don't mean much to me...but I'm damn good at explainin' shit through my actions. I just...Are you..?"

He was waiting for me to consent, in full.

Using my hands to lift myself up to an awkward seated position, I smiled up at him, just as breathless and cherry-faced as he was.
"I'm sure." I confirmed, unable to stop myself from glancing down at the monster pulsing eagerly between my legs. "Just...try not to split me clean in half...okay?"

I could feel his relief through his sharp exhale, and again through his quick kiss before he pulled away, turning me over so I was face down ass up.
"No promises..."

Even if he had wanted a swift entry, there was no possible way Kid could have done so with our size difference. His form completely dwarfed mine as he firmly held my hips, hissing in tandem with me as he pushed his head through my entrance.

Shit..! Maybe I overestimated myself..?!

I tried my absolute hardest to keep all the tension in my upper half as he attempted to accommodate himself, but by bit, as slowly as he possibly could. I had to hand it to him, for somebody so impatient, he was doing well.

"F..Fuck..! Ow..?!" I tried to turn my head more, but Kid quickly distracted me by sliding his hand beneath me, lightly pinching my clit between the pads of his fingers and setting them into a gentle roll.

"I'm tr..tryin', dammit..! Not my f..fault you're a pipsqueak..!" He snapped over my surprised whimper, but in no way was it truly aggressive. His touch was definitely helping me take my mind off of the painful stretch, but I was impatient by nature.

"H..Hah...What..? You think I...can't take it..?" I scoffed in a breathy stammer, steeling my resolve as I pushed back, just enough for him to notice. Perhaps that had been too bold of a move for my own good.

The first sign of my impending doom was the tightening of Kid's grip upon my hip, his other hand returning to the opposite side instead of continuing with his clitoral distraction.

The second was the agitated, questioning grunt that I had heard time and time again, always right before he lost his cool.

The last sign?

"You asked for it."

He had maybe been about a quarter of the way buried before he slowly began to pull himself out, but not even his words of warning had prepared me for the extreme force of his driven thrust back in, which nearly sent me through the hull floor.

He may have only rutted himself halfway in, but dear god it felt like he was going to tear me apart in the best of ways. My fingers found instant purchase in the fur of his coat in preparation for the next attempt to reach his hilt, and I was glad I did that before I lost all sense.

"F..Fucking shit..!" I moaned out a perfect hybrid of pain and pleasure when he tried a second time, unsure of whether he reached his goal, but uncaring at this point. I was completely full of him, and that was all I wanted.

Kid dragged me back even closer against him, thumbs pressing beneath my cheeks to spread me as wide as possible to help the both of us when he endeavoured to set a rhythm.

"Y..You gotta stop cl...clamping like that, (Y/N)..! 'Less you wanna get your cunt filled before I even start..!" He snarled, trying and failing to focus as he rocked against me with long, agonisingly torturous strokes.

Y'think I'm doing it on purpose?!

That was what I wanted to say, but I was too busy muffling my own pleading cries with a mouthful of red fur, forcing myself to meet him halfway, even though I was losing all control of my motor skills.

My knees were already buckling, my eyes watering, but I refused to let myself lose focus yet. I wanted to remember every moment of it. Every move made, and every word and sound uttered.

Contrary to what he had said, Kid was making as much effort as possible to ensure he wasn't doing me any actual harm. The bucks of his hips and his grip on my skin was rough, yes, but not senseless. He knew it would take more than one, even several goes of sex for me to be used to what he had.

"Shiiiiiiit..!" Gasping at a volume I hadn't expected, Kid laid right over the top of me, arms possesively curling around my middle and his chin finding a home in the crook of my bunched shoulder. "G..Good...Feels...good..!"

He hadn't struck me as the type to be vocal in such a situation, aside from the possible crude remark, but there he was, moaning directly into my ear in a way that had my toes curling and my sex pulsing around him.

If I had been in any mind to consider our surroundings, I would have been relieved that I had chosen to lead him all the way out to Scrap Island. If we had stayed at the Galley-La headquarters, every man and his mouse in the city would have heard my desperate moans.

"Please please please p..please please..!" I couldn't stop begging for it, like a bitch in heat. At any other time, I would have been mortified by how easily I submitted to him, especially after our history, but now? I would have done anything he asked of me, and I had the feeling he felt the exact same way.

No longer could I hear the calm waves lapping the shore over the wet, filthy slaps and squelches of our fucking. No, I knew what plain old fucking was like, and this wasn't it. This was our form of raw, concupiscent love making 

Speeding his pace, Kid released something akin to a lustful whine as he bit and licked at what he could reach of my neck, each breath he took mixing into one another.
"F..Fuck...Fuck it..! I lo-oh, God..! I love you, dammit..!"

Even if his pace hadn't increased ten-fold, or if his cock hadn't been dragging perfectly against erogenous places I didn't even know I had, I would have completely lost myself in him. I hadn't held any doubt going into this, but if I had, it would have vanished in an instant after hearing those three words from him.

It was a near impossible feat as my body jolted and seized, starting its venture into the violent realms of orgasm, but I managed to turn my head just enough to capture his lips, kissing him with every ounce of passion I was able to give.

My teeth cut into the tender, painted flesh, and I could taste the coppery tang of his blood against my tongue. He didn't seem to mind. In fact, that may have been what threw him over the edge.

Barely able to reposition himself, Kid's face found the nape of my neck, and he returned the bite much harder than expected, the fiercest, most possessive growl I had ever heard, or likely ever would hear, tearing through the still of night.

My voice was lost, only choked gasps and unintelligible pleas for his everything coming out as he caught up to my own release, just barely managing to pull himself out before he shot his cum across the expanse of my sweat-slicked back.

Every part of me was twitching on its own accord as we each panted heavily, finding it a great difficulty to catch our breaths. Normally, I had found the come down from an orgasmic high to be quickly followed by regret, or self disgust, but all I felt was relief that I had finally managed to get over myself and take this step.

But...does Kid feel the same way..?

I had barely thought about it before Kid pulled me up from the ground, turning me around and hiding me away in his arms. The thundering of his heart was more than just exertion, and that was proof enough for me.

"H..Hah..." My voice was definitely not how it had been prior to our escapade, hoarse and pitchy. "...You said you love me...That's gross..." He knew I was just joking, squeezing me tighter and butting his head against mine with little effort.

"Shut up, you damn brat..." Kid muttered, but it was filled with love, that much I knew. The soft, caring kisses he gifted the top of my head weren't something I was used to, coming from him, but I welcomed them.

I love him. Without a doubt. This is where I'm meant to be. Right here, in his arms...

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"Mmmm...I need to clean off before I start growing little red-headed babies on my back..."

"You're sick."

"But you love meeeeeee~"

"Shut up."

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***5175 words. Didn't expect it to be so long.

Kid has the most unfortunate name for a scenario like this 🙃

I'm absolutely dead from two 9 hour shifts so I'm gonna go perish for a hot minute.

Next Time: Through and Through***