***KILLER POV***

I had never really viewed myself as a greedy man.

From a young age, everything I had done had been for the sake of somebody else, their health, their wants, their livelihoods. Nothing had been purely for myself.

That was why I was completely out of my element as I carried (Y/N) through the threshold of my room, kicking the door shut behind me without unlocking our lips.

Just this once...

I could do this one thing for myself, couldn't I? Would it be such a bad thing? I wasn't taking advantage of her, and, technically, I was also following Kid's orders. Did it really make it okay?

(Y/N) refused to let go when I tried to drop her onto the bed, her hands tugging purposefully at my shirt whilst her legs, still tightly wrapped around my hips, made the futile attempt to wriggle my belted jeans out of the way.

"Slow down..." I mumbled against her lips, hands sliding to untangle her from my frame without making it seem as though I was pushing her away. "I'm not goin' anywhere..." I wasn't. Not this time. I was only human, I couldn't pass this opportunity up again.

Just once, for the first time in fourteen years, he doesn't exist. Just for tonight...

Finally, after a lot of kissing and coaxing, (Y/N) allowed me to set her down upon the sheets, patiently impatient as I looked down at her. She was a rough kind of beautiful, the kind I had always been so weak to, and I was finding that each moment made it harder and harder to hold back.

"Promise you're not going anywhere?" She kept my eyes locked with hers as she questioned me, reaching to unlatch the buckle of my belt. My fight or flight was at war, which wasn't something I was used to. Battles never really scared me, but something about this, her love, had me feeling completely vulnerable.

"Yeah...I promise..." My voice betrayed me, proving just how distracted I had become, watching her part my belt and unbutton my jeans, sliding the zip down at a pace that had me internally screaming for more.

Over the past months there had been so many dreams starting just like this, and in that dreamscape I had always known exactly what to do. This time, however, in this reality, all I could do was stare, frozen solid as she exposed me.

My erection sprang out and tapped the side of her face, and even that split second of contact was enough to harden it even more. (Y/N) smiled up at me, beginning to nuzzle up against it, completely short circuiting any remaining cells in my brain.

"Can I..?" God, she was adorable. She knew she hadn't needed to ask, but hearing her do so was music to my ears. Awkwardly, I nodded, suddenly wishing I had my helmet on hand so my embarrassment could be hidden away.

Her tongue, flat against the curved underside of my cock, had me flinching like nothing else, electric thrills pulsing up the length of my spine, until it all escaped in a rush of air when she took me into her welcoming mouth.

Is this really happening? This isn't just another surreal dream?

No, I could feel everything. The warmth of the inside of her mouth, the plush caress of her tongue, seeking every nerve and gracing it with affection. I doubted I had any blood left anywhere else in my body. There was a rush of pride in seeing that she couldn't take my full length, her right hand moving to the base, pumping me along with the bob of her head.

"Fuck..." I cursed, low and through gritted teeth, praying that my body wouldn't get ahead of itself and spill into her mouth before we had even truly begun. (Y/N) peered up at me through her lashes, those eyes of hers analysing me, seeking direction. It was almost too much.

Daring to touch her, I reached to brush (H/C) strands out of the way, my hand resting against the side of her head so she wouldn't take it as a move to force her further. In and out, halfway down, greeting the entrance to her throat, that was more than enough. Truly.

Tongue between my teeth, I made the agonising decision to gently ease her away, having to turn my eyes to avoid her concerned expression.
"W..Was that not-"
"I'd prefer to focus on you, otherwise I'm gonna end up finishing way too fast...so..."

I shed my shirt first, then my bottoms, baring myself to her in my entirety. How long had it been since I had been with a woman? Too long, really, but I couldn't recall a single instance where I had felt so nervous. (Y/N) caught on quickly, standing and removing her own clothes, slowly, teasingly, again holding my gaze hostage.

She's too much. Why does she have such a hold over me? How did that even happen?

"Killer..." Such a name shouldn't have sounded so sweet, but when she spoke it, it was like sugar and honey, dripping warm from her tongue. She stepped right up against me, her hands slipping into mine, and that was it. I was completely done for. "...what do you wanna do..?"

I could have sworn I had blacked out for a second or two, because aside from the velvet feel of her lips against mine, I didn't really catch how we became horizontal, my body dwarfing hers, trapping her between myself and the mattress.

"I..." I hated it when my words caught in my throat, sticky and unsure, but I persevered, breathing in her scent to keep my mind on track. "...I've done this a thousand times over in my head...so I wanna show you, for real..."

That's it, Killer. Let her know just how much of a pervert you are. Great job.

Tinted cheeks looked heavenly on her, I couldn't deny it, and she drew her bottom lip between her teeth as she nodded her consent.
"Okay, th..then show me..."

Kissing her was more addictive than I could have ever imagined, but running my hand up the inside of her parted thighs, finally, after so long, truly feeling her excitement, slick between her legs, swallowing her surprised whimper, that was the real drug.

Rubbing her outer lips, passing over her clit, I continued to kiss her tenderly, the way she deserved. The way I had always wanted to, every day since whenever I had allowed myself to fall for her. She opened for me, she pressed her body up against mine, tiny squeaks and hums, begging me for more. God, I was a wreck already.

It was when I finally pressed my middle finger inside of her that I realised I could likely bring myself to orgasm with her sounds alone. That pitched gasp, right up against my lips, had me fiercely twitching, but I could wait.

(Y/N)'s arms would always be my favourite place, but I couldn't deny that inside of her would be a close second. Thumb against her swelling clit, I trailed my kisses down her chin, to her neck, open-mouthed and needy, my finger curling to seek out that one special spot.

It wasn't enough. Not for me, or for her, I could tell, so I added my index finger, immediately feeling her tighten around them exquisitely. She gifted me with more sounds, higher in pitch and more desperate, which I so adored.
"That's my good girl..." I found myself praising her, running my tongue to her open mouth, leaning back just a little to see her face.

I love her...

She was a vision, on her ride towards orgasm, but I was the definition of greed that night. I wanted more out of her. I wanted her entire soundtrack of whines, wails and moans, and broken gasps of my name. She wouldn't hate me for showing her what really went on in my head, would she?

Free hand caressing the side of her face, my thumb moved to keep her mouth open, pressing just hard enough against her bottom teeth and over the tip of her tongue. Arching my back a little, I sought out her hardened nipples, instantly beginning to bite and suck as though my life depended on it.

I massaged her cunt with more force, with such lustful intent, and I could feel her heart hammering in her chest, my room filling with her whimpers and whines. Wetter and wetter, I could feel her begin to drip into my palm as her legs spasmed, one hooking over the back of my own thigh, as though she was trying to drag me into her.

"Ki..ller..! Hhhhhhhhshit..!" The absolute second I felt her seize up, I pulled her flush to my body, abandoning her breasts so I could press my forehead against hers. Seeing her face, close up, twisting with pleasure, all because of me, had me in a whole other realm.

I rode her through it, resisting the urge to throw her legs over my shoulders and lapping up her release like a dog starved. Instead, I settled on bringing those fingers to my mouth, sucking them dry, before flipping us over, settling her on my pelvis.

I don't deserve a sight like this...

Eyes hazy, pupils blown wide, her mouth agape, (Y/N) looked gorgeous sitting on top of me, already attempting to grind herself on my agonisingly hard cock. That friction alone was almost enough to make me bust, but I wouldn't allow it. 

I didn't really need to do much. I gently urged her hips up, but she was already several steps ahead of me, reaching beneath herself to position what she wanted before, much to my shock, slamming herself down to the hilt.

I'd never been a vocal man in any instance, but the choked gasp I released, in harmony with hers, bounced off the walls, straight back into my ears. (Y/N) started to bounce and grind herself, almost immediately, and before I could settle my hands on her waist she dragged them up to her breasts, guiding them into a rough groping motion.

She was in complete control, and even though this wasn't how my fantasies had played out, I wouldn't have had it any other way. She was tight, she was wet, she was raw sexuality, but most importantly, she was looking at me as though I was the only other person in existence.

I would moan for her, whine for her, beg for her, I'd even scream for her. I'd throw away every sense of dignity I had ever held just to make her happy, and for once, instead of that thought scaring me, it just made me fall that much more in love with her.

"F..Fuck, Ki..ller...I-" She flopped over me, messily kissing at whatever inch of my face she should reach, a hand tangling in my hair and tugging loosely, hips keeping pace. "S..So good...can't...I need..!" She was whining nonsense now, but I knew what she meant.

Trying to keep my sense of self, just for a few moments longer, I pushed her back up to a sitting position, but I followed her, a hand to her hip to keep her steady, the other at the base of her skull so I could assault her with passionate, sloppy kisses.

"Th..That's my good girl...You feel so...so fuckin' good, (Y/N)..." I groaned my praises, feeling far too close. I had to get her there first. I just had to. "You're doing s..such a good job...Can you c..cum for me, sweetheart..? P..Please..? Cum for me, (Y/N)..."

Her grip on my hair wasn't loose anymore, and neither was her grip on my cock as she began to orgasm, soaking my lap and the sheets beneath it. I committed each and every cry and curse to memory before I finally lost my mind, forcing her down and onto her back, chasing my own finish.

I didn't really need to chase it. It had been lingering for a while, waiting for my permission to hit, but I wanted just a few moments to just lose myself in her. Her nails dug deep into my back, likely tearing skin, and her legs shook wildly on either side of my hips, snapping together almost too tightly for me to pull out. Almost.

My moan tore from my throat as I barely managed to pull myself from her, thick ropes of my cum painting her mound instead of her insides. My breath was lost to me, as was every other sense of reality. It was just her, panting and twitching beneath me, the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

Would it be so wrong to be selfish..? To keep her for myself..?

Snapping back to some semblance of myself, I sat back on my heels, grabbing the nearest thing I could find, which was my sash, to clean up our mess, quickly tossing it aside to lay myself back over her, nuzzling and kissing at her sweaty, heated face.

(Y/N) didn't say anything for the longest time, and fear began to claw its way back into my thoughts. Did she regret it? Had she already realised that Kid was the one she really loved? Should I have left when I had originally intended? Was it-

"I...love you..."

My entire being froze when I heard those three words. She'd said them before, sure, but not like this. I couldn't pinpoint the difference, but it was there, and it nearly overwhelmed me. Burying my head into the crook of her neck, I held her even closer, if that were even at all possible, and swallowed.

"I love you, too...I just can't help it anymore..."

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***Still not having a funky time, but now with smut.

But oops, isn't he supposed to be leaving in the morning..?

I got two new One Piece tattoos today, because I'm an ink addict.

Sir Crocodile, from my artist's flash, and my own drawing of Sanji's cigarette packet. Shin and ribs, people. I'm in pain. I'll probably be getting Enel next, because nobody seems to love earlobe slim shady.

Next Time: Come Back***