“Shit! He’s right behind me!” You pant running down an alley, smoke trialing behind you from the marine captain tailing you. This was not unfamiliar to you, he would chase you almost on a weekly basis, he always happened to be on every island you laded on and every shop you stole from. Occasionally you would outrun him, but most of time he would capture you and make you return what you stole, rather than put you in jail. As time went on, the smoke behind you would fade away, as if he had lost you, “sweet, I lost him!” You chuckled triumphantly, you had gotten away with a bag full of gems, this was your best haul yet and he wasn’t about to take it from you. You stopped behind some trash cans briefly to check if the bag tore in any way, but as you did, you felt a presence looming over you.
You looked down at your shadow and noticed that it was larger than it normally would look. You tucked the bag into your jacket and put your arms around your torso, “no! I refuse to give it back this time Smokey! This one is mine! Take me to jail if you have to!” You yelled, too nervous to look behind you, “is that so..?” His deep voice would hum, smoke hitting the back you’re your head as he exhaled. You shake nervously and give a nod, swallowing a lump in your throat, you weren’t going to budge this time. He let out a sigh and picked you up by your collar, you were still holding tightly to yourself as you struggled in his hold, “then I guess I have no choice, you’re coming with me.” You were arguing and flailing around angrily, “let me go ya smoke bastard! I’ll give you another scar if you don’t! I’m warning you!” He grunts and blows smoke in your face, causing you to cough violently, “shut up! Or I’ll give you a scar like the one on my face!”
You glare at him all the while he carried you, it wasn’t to the local marine base or even local law enforcement, you weren’t sure where he was taking you after a certain point. Eventually you both ended up at the docks, and before you now was a large ship marked ‘G-5’ it was the biggest ship you had ever seen, “this is where you’ll be held until your debt is paid for those jewels you took.” You huff at him like an angry puppy, “fine! But good luck in try’na get me to do anything old smokey!” You stuck your tongue out at him before he dropped you, “get a move on, you gotta get in uniform before the others get back, unless you wanna be put into a cell.” You wince at that, the thought of a cell annoyed you, ‘tch! I’ll get you back for this!’
Over the next few months he worked you like a dog on the G-5 ship, everyone aboard just thought you were a new recruit, the marines on board were mostly men and they gawked at you as often as they could. Even with the nasty stares and glares you would give them, they wouldn’t waver from ogling you. Old captain Smoker had you practically out on display for his men to admire you, this way of making you pay back for all those gems you stole was cruel and unusual, but you would get him back. Each and every day you studied his routine and kept a close eye on everything he did, you knew that eventually you would get the chance to take him out. It had taken a few extra months and a life threatening battle with himself and a warlord to finally get him where you wanted him, you could take him out without anyone becoming the wiser.
He was in his hospital bed sleeping, you had stolen a nurse’s uniform and a tub with a sponge, acting as if you would be giving him a sponge bath. You had hidden a knife underneath the tub, ready to strike, ‘you can do this, just go in there, play the part, then kill the bastard.’ You take a deep breath and turn the knob, stepping in the room carefully, “hey there captain Smoker, it’s time for your bath,” you breathe, he peers over carefully, awakening from his slumber, “oh, it’s you.” He hummed sleepily, “you look pretty good in that outfit.” You became flustered from his comment, trying to cover yourself a bit, “a-anyways, it’s time for your bath,” you spoke awkwardly. “Right, well you got your work cut out for you, I haven’t bathed in a few weeks,” he pointed to himself, it grossed you out to think what gunk he could’ve accumulated, ‘just play the part, just play the part.’
You came over by his bedside and sat beside him, starting to wash his arms, they were still firm and tight. You swallow, you hadn’t expected his body to feel so nice, but continued on with the charade, moving onto his neck and collarbone. Your face became hot as you washed his whole upper torso, you didn’t even care if he was dirty or not, “a-almost done..” You breathe, you just wanted to get it over with, whatever you were feeling now was overwhelming. “Almost? You still have the other half to do, my junk must be covered in filth,” he huffed, pointing downward. Steam started to come off your face, the thought of touching him down below was just too much, “r-r-right..” You take a deep breath and carefully remove the covers, revealing his bulge, he was fortunately wearing hospital boxers, “I-I don’t think I’m allowed to take those off, so I’ll just-“ he stopped your hand from moving to his leg, then gave a smirk, “take them off, you’re supposed to be very thorough.”
You swallow nervously and look away, giving a nod, shakily sliding the boxers off his body, his thick, throbbing member flings out and slaps against your bottom lip. “Looks like he was anxious to see you,” he rumbled, his shaft throbbing and dripping with juices, “he’s very excited to see you.” You blush immensely and sit back to grab the sponge, “that’s not how you’re gonna clean it are ya?” He raised a brow to you, you shift nervously, “h-how am I supposed to clean it?” You thought maybe you shouldn’t have asked that, but it was too late, he reached over to your lips and ran his fingers over them, then slipped two fingers past them, moving them swiftly against your tongue, pumping them into your throat, “like this, you gotta use your mouth to clean, oh and use some teeth.” Your expression turned lewd as he pumped his fingers into your mouth, you hadn’t expected to be so turned on by him, “that’s a cute expression you got there.”
He suddenly pulled his fingers from your mouth and moved to pick you up, you gasp as he placed you over his lap, his throbbing member between your legs, “h-hey!” He pressed a finger to your lips, “you wouldn’t want the others to hear you, do you? You’re supposed to be cleaning me.” You cover your mouth and look away from him, the knife you were going to end him with was just out of reach, but at this point you didn’t want to kill him, just yet. You barely grind against him and he was already groaning, he was just as anxious as you were, “p-please, clean me with your insides, j-just a little,” he blushed lightly, he actually looked cute when he begged like that. “I-I don’t know Smokey I-“ He stopped you from speaking by sitting up and pressing his lips to yours, “just call me Smoker, just please, I want you.”
He would breathe against your lips hungrily and press his throbbing shaft harder against you. You were at your limit and finally gave in, you hated his guts, but you wanted his body even more than all the hatred you had for him. You carefully remove your panties as you placed your hand over his chest, making him lay back down, “I’m gonna make you squeaky clean, just don’t complain if it hurts after.” He grinned and anxiously thrusts up into you just as your panties fell off the bed, “bullseye,” he rumbled playfully. He had entered you hard, your legs give out and dropping you onto his lap, “damn, your face, i-it’s so..” He gripped your chin and captured your lips, his tongue slipping past your lips and into your mouth to meet yours, dominating your tongue, his tongue movements moving in sync with his thrusts. You easily became drunken, drool escaping past your feverish make out. You claw at his chest and struggle to move your hips with his.
You both moan and groan, surely someone was bound to hear you now, but you both were past the point of caring. The door suddenly came open and stood there was the woman Tashigi, you both hadn’t noticed her there, but there she stood staring for a good few seconds before closing the door. You both peer over and see no one before continuing on, both already at your limit. He pulled his lips away despite you trying to keep him there, placing his forehead to yours, his eyes meeting yours, “I gotta pull out now, lest you stab me for getting you pregnant.” You squeak in surprise, had he noticed the knife? He grinned and gave a hard final thrust before pulling out, “didn’t think I noticed the knife? I knew you were up to something, but with this your debt is repaid, you can leave whenever you want.” That was it? Was he really letting you just leave? You puff out your cheeks and drop your head to his chest, making him wince a bit as you hit his wound, “well when you say it like that makes me think you just wanted to use me.” He shifted, “n-no. I-I-I didn’t mean-“ he was at a loss for words. “Well, either way, you’re not getting rid of me that easily,” you hum, running a finger over his wounds. “H-hey, that hurts,” he grunts in pain. You chuckle and apply more pressure, “suffer~”
