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mekachu04He wakes up with a start, the room quiet in the dark, just the pounding of his heart. The shortness of his breath. He's curled up against something warm and soft and he bites back a grunt or a whine he realizes he's hard again, grinding up against the solid line of Killer's hip and -
SHIT!
Killer is ramrod stiff under him, frozen,
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He buries his face in her side, mortified.
He realized why she had been gone in the mornings, why she'd been distant. Damn it. How many times has he done this?
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"Don't leave" he whispers, "It'll go away, just please.. Don't leave again."
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Killer doesn't exactly relax, but she does sigh, a hand resting on his back. She stays.
He wakes up much the same way in the last hours of the next night too. Killer is awake, had she had a chance to fall asleep at all? She's carefully still, breath shallow and
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Kidd's face is smashed into her tit, his erection demanding attention where he's wedged it once more against her hip.
"Sorry.." He breathed
"...Just.. go back to sleep," she whispers
He wakes up after this time, the dark room softly coming into a hazy focus. His heart's still pounding, but there is a heaviness to him that has nothing to do with sleep. He swallows thickly, shifting at the feeling of the mess cooling in his shorts, the wet seeping through the fabric where he's pressing once more against Killer.
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She won't be able to carry him around like this much longer, hauling up at her side to cart him off to the bathroom. "Wash up" she tells him quietly, calmly, before leaving him to go change the bedding.
He's mortified. Worse, she does not come back to bed once he's done. She tucks him in like he's some child, smiles - a sad and pinched little gesture - and then he's drifting off.
How Killer hasn't murdered him yet he has no idea. Honestly, he's getting a little tired of waking up horny and hard himself. He's also pretty sure he fell asleep at the desk they'd rigged up for him. Yet he's waking up once more clinging to Killer in the dark, groaning as his hips grind against her, desperate for friction, for touch. For release.
He can't help the little noises that fall from his lips, can't help his hands gripping at her body; he feel her breath hitch when he shifts just so, one leg wedged between hers as he
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He's panting into her side, just focusing on calming his racing heart, trying not to listen to how hard her own is still beating under his check.
He finally rolls over off of her; he's a mess again but he's pretty sure he didn't get it on the sheets this time.
Killer sits up when he moves off of her, her back to him. He wants to say something - he should say something. This is getting out of hand.
She doesn't say anything at first.
"You... you should wash."
He should. He doesn't think he can move right now, just staring at the ceiling.
Killer turns to him, but doesn't prompt him a second time.
"I.. I'll leave you some hot water." she murmurs, before leaving the bed herself.
The light in the bathroom flickers on for a moment before the door slides shut.
She doesn't come back to bed that night.
The next time, Kidd wakes up alone.
Killer's out with a john tonight. She's got a whole book of rules when it comes to those jobs, and never comes home those nights. She'll have a second place to crash, not wanting to accidentally let someone follow her home. There's a handful of other girls that she works with for jobs like this, and they have their own systems and checks in place. It's a world Killer tries real hard to keep Kidd from.
The thought of her out there alone sours his mood almost immediately. It's the fastest he's ever lost an erection.
He knows Killer's careful with these jobs, he knows she's got Quincy and Compo watching her back. He knows that Hip & Hop are always nearby in case of trouble. He still doesn't like that the nature of the job means she's alone with some stranger.
That it's not him watching out for her if things go south.
They have before. Gone bad. He only ever finds out the next day. The next week once. That one had gone really bad, and he and Compo had gone and broken a few skulls in for that one. THen last year..
last year, something else
He's not sure if he's happy or not that Killer seems to finally gotten used to his nightly... routine. She gets so little sleep as it is, he can't help be relieved that she's still asleep when he jerks awake once again, desperately horny and heart racing.
It makes him feel like a shitbag though, grinding up against her while she sleeps on. Like he's using her or something.
Which, granted, he is, but she's always been awake and let him.
She's been awake and chosen not to stop him.
He's chasing that release once again, trying to get there quickly and quietly so he can get back to sleep, except there's a soft moan and it's not from him this time.
He's frozen.
Killer exhales, a soft sound he's never heard before and it's like lightning down his spine. If he shifts just so, and her thighs are tightening around his leg, the pressure from her heel heavy against his calf. His heart's in his throat as he carefully pushes himself up so he can look at her. Her eyelashes, delicate on her cheek bone, flutter just the tiniest bit when he moves, a twitch to her eyebrows and another soft sound.
Kidd should stop, but he's completely fascinated by her reactions, biting his lip as he kneels over her, watching her face as he gently runs his hands along her sides. Her hips twitch, and she's grinding against /him/ now. He's... delighted.. actually.
"Killer?" He asks softly, getting only a breathy /humm/ from her in return.
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She sighs, tension bleeding out of her, and Kidd is staring in fascination down at her. His own erection is forgotten; he knows he's crossed some kind of line, but he's pretty sure he just got Killer off in her sleep, the boneless way she relaxes into him,
He wants to kiss her.
He has no idea why, he's never wanted to kiss anyone before, not like this. Kissing Victoria had been because he wanted to know what the big deal was about. He'd never felt the urge to kiss her a second time. He'd never felt the urge to kiss /anyone/ after that,
But he does now.
He can't stop looking at Killer and it's frustrating because he can tell it's making her uncomfortable, which is the last thing he wants
She's dozing, not awake, but not really asleep either, roused just enough by him but not sensing any danger to really wake up.
"Killer?" he asks.
She humms at him, but still sleeps.
"Can I kiss you?"
She's quiet, he guesses she's not really awake enough for questions, or she is, but doesn't want to hurt his feelings. He's about to let it go, to get up and go jack it in the bathroom when she stretches a little under him.
"...Okay."
Fumbling in the dark, her sleep shorts have slipped down, same basic underwear he wears, low on her hips. His hands linger on the band, and the world goes still. He's kneeling over her, biting his lip, staring down at her. Watching her deep breaths, her chest heaving, blue eyes watching him intently in the dim light.
They've been inching toward this for months. Held back only because this is the precipice. Point of no return.
They can't come back from this. They won't be the killer and her kid if they do this.
Kidd swallowed, looking back down to his hands on her hips. She was watching him; her gaze burning into his soul.
His pulse thunders in his chest, his throat, his dick.
Killer is only the second person he's ever kissed. She's the only one to ever even consider touching his dick, and he's taken far too much advantage of that as of late.
Killer's not just a girl, she's a woman.
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"We don't have to do this tonight," she assures him, sitting up finally, hands on his thighs, smile soft and reassuringly.
Kidd feels his face flush bright
SHIT!
Killer is ramrod stiff under him, frozen,
<>
He buries his face in her side, mortified.
He realized why she had been gone in the mornings, why she'd been distant. Damn it. How many times has he done this?
<>
"Don't leave" he whispers, "It'll go away, just please.. Don't leave again."
<>
Killer doesn't exactly relax, but she does sigh, a hand resting on his back. She stays.
He wakes up much the same way in the last hours of the next night too. Killer is awake, had she had a chance to fall asleep at all? She's carefully still, breath shallow and
<>
Kidd's face is smashed into her tit, his erection demanding attention where he's wedged it once more against her hip.
"Sorry.." He breathed
"...Just.. go back to sleep," she whispers
He wakes up after this time, the dark room softly coming into a hazy focus. His heart's still pounding, but there is a heaviness to him that has nothing to do with sleep. He swallows thickly, shifting at the feeling of the mess cooling in his shorts, the wet seeping through the fabric where he's pressing once more against Killer.
<>
She won't be able to carry him around like this much longer, hauling up at her side to cart him off to the bathroom. "Wash up" she tells him quietly, calmly, before leaving him to go change the bedding.
He's mortified. Worse, she does not come back to bed once he's done. She tucks him in like he's some child, smiles - a sad and pinched little gesture - and then he's drifting off.
How Killer hasn't murdered him yet he has no idea. Honestly, he's getting a little tired of waking up horny and hard himself. He's also pretty sure he fell asleep at the desk they'd rigged up for him. Yet he's waking up once more clinging to Killer in the dark, groaning as his hips grind against her, desperate for friction, for touch. For release.
He can't help the little noises that fall from his lips, can't help his hands gripping at her body; he feel her breath hitch when he shifts just so, one leg wedged between hers as he
<>
He's panting into her side, just focusing on calming his racing heart, trying not to listen to how hard her own is still beating under his check.
He finally rolls over off of her; he's a mess again but he's pretty sure he didn't get it on the sheets this time.
Killer sits up when he moves off of her, her back to him. He wants to say something - he should say something. This is getting out of hand.
She doesn't say anything at first.
"You... you should wash."
He should. He doesn't think he can move right now, just staring at the ceiling.
Killer turns to him, but doesn't prompt him a second time.
"I.. I'll leave you some hot water." she murmurs, before leaving the bed herself.
The light in the bathroom flickers on for a moment before the door slides shut.
She doesn't come back to bed that night.
The next time, Kidd wakes up alone.
Killer's out with a john tonight. She's got a whole book of rules when it comes to those jobs, and never comes home those nights. She'll have a second place to crash, not wanting to accidentally let someone follow her home. There's a handful of other girls that she works with for jobs like this, and they have their own systems and checks in place. It's a world Killer tries real hard to keep Kidd from.
The thought of her out there alone sours his mood almost immediately. It's the fastest he's ever lost an erection.
He knows Killer's careful with these jobs, he knows she's got Quincy and Compo watching her back. He knows that Hip & Hop are always nearby in case of trouble. He still doesn't like that the nature of the job means she's alone with some stranger.
That it's not him watching out for her if things go south.
They have before. Gone bad. He only ever finds out the next day. The next week once. That one had gone really bad, and he and Compo had gone and broken a few skulls in for that one. THen last year..
last year, something else
He's not sure if he's happy or not that Killer seems to finally gotten used to his nightly... routine. She gets so little sleep as it is, he can't help be relieved that she's still asleep when he jerks awake once again, desperately horny and heart racing.
It makes him feel like a shitbag though, grinding up against her while she sleeps on. Like he's using her or something.
Which, granted, he is, but she's always been awake and let him.
She's been awake and chosen not to stop him.
He's chasing that release once again, trying to get there quickly and quietly so he can get back to sleep, except there's a soft moan and it's not from him this time.
He's frozen.
Killer exhales, a soft sound he's never heard before and it's like lightning down his spine. If he shifts just so, and her thighs are tightening around his leg, the pressure from her heel heavy against his calf. His heart's in his throat as he carefully pushes himself up so he can look at her. Her eyelashes, delicate on her cheek bone, flutter just the tiniest bit when he moves, a twitch to her eyebrows and another soft sound.
Kidd should stop, but he's completely fascinated by her reactions, biting his lip as he kneels over her, watching her face as he gently runs his hands along her sides. Her hips twitch, and she's grinding against /him/ now. He's... delighted.. actually.
"Killer?" He asks softly, getting only a breathy /humm/ from her in return.
<>
She sighs, tension bleeding out of her, and Kidd is staring in fascination down at her. His own erection is forgotten; he knows he's crossed some kind of line, but he's pretty sure he just got Killer off in her sleep, the boneless way she relaxes into him,
He wants to kiss her.
He has no idea why, he's never wanted to kiss anyone before, not like this. Kissing Victoria had been because he wanted to know what the big deal was about. He'd never felt the urge to kiss her a second time. He'd never felt the urge to kiss /anyone/ after that,
But he does now.
He can't stop looking at Killer and it's frustrating because he can tell it's making her uncomfortable, which is the last thing he wants
She's dozing, not awake, but not really asleep either, roused just enough by him but not sensing any danger to really wake up.
"Killer?" he asks.
She humms at him, but still sleeps.
"Can I kiss you?"
She's quiet, he guesses she's not really awake enough for questions, or she is, but doesn't want to hurt his feelings. He's about to let it go, to get up and go jack it in the bathroom when she stretches a little under him.
"...Okay."
Fumbling in the dark, her sleep shorts have slipped down, same basic underwear he wears, low on her hips. His hands linger on the band, and the world goes still. He's kneeling over her, biting his lip, staring down at her. Watching her deep breaths, her chest heaving, blue eyes watching him intently in the dim light.
They've been inching toward this for months. Held back only because this is the precipice. Point of no return.
They can't come back from this. They won't be the killer and her kid if they do this.
Kidd swallowed, looking back down to his hands on her hips. She was watching him; her gaze burning into his soul.
His pulse thunders in his chest, his throat, his dick.
Killer is only the second person he's ever kissed. She's the only one to ever even consider touching his dick, and he's taken far too much advantage of that as of late.
Killer's not just a girl, she's a woman.
<>
"We don't have to do this tonight," she assures him, sitting up finally, hands on his thighs, smile soft and reassuringly.
Kidd feels his face flush bright
Tags:
- an: series,
- chara: kidd pirate captain: eustass kidd,
- chara: kidd pirate commander: killer,
- ip: one piece,
- platform: world anvil,
- ship: punk aibou,
- sleeping,
- verse: gunpowder gelatin dynamite,
- warning: age gap,
- warning: dubcon,
- warning: noncon,
- warning: nsfw,
- warning: sex work,
- warning: somnophilia,
- warning: underage
