Birthday Request Event - 2024

Gift 6 - King/X Drake x cisfem!Reader

Gift Details ♥
Reader Style: cisfem
Character: King/X Drake
Vibe: NSFW Consensual
AU: Writer's Choice (canon!)
Prompt: Writer's Choice (<.< Experienced w/ Virgins)

Summary: King has desired you for a long time, but the frustration of the differences of your size has kept him quiet. Opportunity presents itself in a different way for him, an he seizes it.

Content Notes: three some, vaginal sex, anal sex, size difference, King wasn't going to take no for an answer, but no one tells him no, so it's all consensual.

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

You had caught X Drake's eye at some point, or he'd caught yours, it was hard to say. Painfully shy as you both were, it had been a slow affair, but one the entire Beast Pirate crew was aware of.

The only person who seemed to be bothered by it was King. You weren't sure why Kaido's number two would even care, but ever since you and Drake had gotten openly closer, the imposing man had just... well, shown up more.

You'd barely seen King a dozen times in your time on the island, and the first time he saw you and Drake holding hands you saw him seven times that day alone. It continued that way for weeks, until King broke his silence with Drake.

You heard the muffled sounds of them talking as you approached, stopping in your tracks as the words came through to you clearly.

"You've been together for months, and you're going to tell me you haven't had sex?" King's voice was irritated. "What are you waiting for?"

You heard Drake growl, and given what you knew of him, you imagined he was red in the face. The man was so easily flustered, it had been more because of him, than yourself, that had kept the progress of things slow. Not that you minded, it wasn't like you had any real experience yourself.

But -

"We haven't kissed." Drake manages through grit teeth. "Why do you care anyway? What pace we go is none of your-."

There was a clatter of movement and someone's hand slammed against a wall. "How, little pirate, am I supposed to join you, if you haven't even kissed her yet?"

Your eyes go wide at the implication and you can barely hear Drake stammer. "J-join...?"

"She's practically dripping with need constantly, you oblivious bastard!" King growls. "And you... hard from thinking about her, or hard because you're pinned to the wall?"

"I'm not, hnnngh!"

The salacious sound that comes from Drake makes your body ache with heat. You can't muffle the heavy sigh that escapes your lips. Just because you couldn't see what they were doing, doesn't mean you couldn't put two and two together.

"I could pop your cherry, little pirate." King offers, and you hear Drake grunt in response to some shift between them. "Or, the sweet dessert listening to us could come in here and let this happen properly."

You flinch, but you shouldn't be surprised. Drake calls out to you, confusion in his voice, but not doubt. He'd been too distracted by King to realize you were there, but he didn't doubt the larger man's words.

You peek around the doorway, and see King has Drake effectively pinned to the wall, knee pressed into his groin. The tight leather pants he wears aren't helping to hide the state he's in, but with as flushed as his face is there'd be no hiding things.

King leans down, whispering into Drake's ear, even as his eyes stay on you. "You're a beast like me, can't you smell her?"

Drake shakes his head. "We'd... tear her apart."

Your body throbs at the prospect, but fear keeps you quiet for the moment. Enticing as it was, you didn't really want to be split in half for the sake of some small pleasure.

"Certainly, but there's a better way."

For someone who said so little otherwise, King walked you and Drake through what he wanted. His words were soothing, his instructions hard to ignore. He didn't command or demand, but it was like you were caught up in a dance.

Even as you let him strip you.

Even as you helped Drake disrobe.

King urged you both carefully until Drake's fingers were pushing into your cunt, your trembling body on the edge of the bed, desperate for more. King would stop him every time you got close, running you along a line of need until you were shivering and crying, reaching out to Drake and begging for him to fill you up.

King cupped Drake's face with one hand, and guided Drake's cock with the other. Drake tried to argue he was capable, but King chastised him, saying if we had to wait for him to make a move, then the Festival would come and go before he did anything.

Drake was well-endowed, towering over you on his own. He and King reminded you to breathe as the thick, ridged, zoan tip pushed in. Parting soaking, quivering lips, and pressing into your needy hole with a soft, thick wet sound.

Once his knot pressed against you, King let him go, and Drake leaned over you, shifting his hips almost involuntarily.

"Are you alright, love?" His question is full of heat and musk, and you nod, reaching out to run your fingers against his chest as he hooks your legs over his arms, keeping them wide.

Drake gasps, tensing against you, pressing into you a little more, and you realize that King is mounting him. Given the pleasure breaking Drake's face, and not pain, you imagine that King had been prepping him, while Drake had been prepping you. You tense at the thought, wishing you could have simply sat back and watched King unravel your precious lover.

A swear falls from Drake's lips, caught between you and King.

"Don't you dare cum yet." King growls, holding onto the cross bars that made the canopy for the bed. "Endure, pirate, or I will split her in half to sate myself." He threatens, his demeanor shifting as he looks at you. "Now, let me see that pretty face of your shatter in pleasure, little one."

King's eyes on you are heavy. Heavier than you've ever felt anyone's eyes on you. The need that burns within them is almost terrifying, but King's thrusts into Drake's ass move Drake inside you. As safely as he could, it was King who was tending to your pleasure.

But it was Drake you craved, and it was his shape stretching you sweetly. The slight curve sending stars into your vision wasn't something King could command, but the heavy thrust that pushed air from your lungs and kept you dizzy were.

Both of them. At some point you began to think of them on the same level. King pushing Drake beyond his embarrassment and worries. Drake buffering the heat and need of King as the two drowned your cells in pleasure.

Your small hand was clutching King's pinky, and your other hand was pinned to the bed by Drake's hand, as pleasure overwhelmed you. Your tensed and shivered beneath Drake, tears slipping down your cheeks as King gave neither one of you a moment's reprieve. In your haze you weren't sure why Drake started to beg for King to slow down, but a snarl escaped him and sharp teeth snapped together as he came inside you, his knot pushing in and flooding your overstimulated body with a second orgasm.

The rush was enough to send your senses spinning, but when you finally came back to yourself you were clean, in a simple cotton gown, and Drake was sleeping quietly behind you. King sat beside the bed, watching over both of you, his mask off. You'd heard stories, but you can feel your face begin to heat up at the sight of him.

He gives you the faintest smile, putting his finger up to his lips. The gesture alone seems to be enough and you feel your eyes growing heavy, as sleep takes you properly.