He's a pirate (Warfstache X reader)

ch. 26 sorry

Wilford lifts me up by my thighs, and sets me on the table, still massaging my thighs. I lay my hands in his neck, and share a passionate, rough kiss with him. I gently bite his lower lip with lust before we twirl our tongues around one another.  We both hum softly in the kiss before Wilford pulls away to pull off my shirt, along with his own. He smirks down at my body, studying it closely before starting to kiss my neck.

Dark's POV

I look over the sea as I steer the ship a little to the right. Wilford told me to go here, but I don't really know why. It'll probably be for another stop at some village to get gold and booze. I run a hand through my hair before looking at it, seeing the deep cuts on my arm already healing. "Hey there, Dark!! Good to have ya back on the ship!" A familiar Irish voice calls out to me. I turn my head creepily slow towards him. Sean gulps, but doesn't look away, since he knows me, "how are ya?" He tries to start a conversation with me.

"What do you want" I say blankly, tilting my head a little and slightly widening my eyes as I look down at him. "Just wanted to know how you're doin', man!" He says with a bright smile. I narrow my eyes, now turning my whole body towards him and tilting my head the other way, "how do you think I'm doing....? How do I look?!" I ask, growling softly.  "You look...." Sean studies my bruised arms for a moment, "great!!" He lies obviously. I breathe a frustrated chuckle as I look away for a second, "you really think....I'd still be nice to you? Do you think, I forgot what you did?!" I ask, raising my voice.

Sean breathes a shaky breath, "what'd I do!?" He asks, taking a small step back. I growl again as I push him backwards, "you LEFT me!" He backs up as I keep walking towards him, "you could've stayed with me, but no, Wilford had everything, so you just went with him!" I yell angrily. "Dark, I-" I cut him off, "you didn't even KNOW him!! You never even had a conversation with him!!" I push him back again, "I even TOLD you I know how to survive!!" I growl again.

Sean sighs and looks down, "you're right...you're totally right, Dark..." he admits. "How could you...." I say softly, watching him lift his head to look at me. "Admit your mistakes...apologize!!!" I growl dangerous. Sean nods quickly, "Dark, I should've stayed with you...I'm so, so damn sorry that I didn't stay with you....we would've survived together, but I was too stubborn..." he tells me. I cross my arms and take place in my position, steering the ship back onto it's route. "Do you believe me?" Sean asks softly, walking up next to me. I look at the horizon, "time will tell...".

I see Sean nod in the corner of my eyes before he walks away. I feel my mood brighten a little again.  Always feels good to be the powerful one. With a proud, cocky grin, I walk down the few stairs. I want to walk into the captain's cabin with a bright smile, until I hear soft moans from a familiar girl coming from the other side of the door. I lower my eyebrows in confusion, and lean my head closer to the door.  "W-Wilford" another soft moan escapes the fragile throat of that same woman, along with low groans and grunts from my brother.

My mood immediately sinks like an anchor so fast. The skies turn dark grey, and the sun disappears. It starts to rain, heavy. Water pours from the sky. Very soon after it starts to thunder. Lights flicker everywhere I see, as above me rumbling and loud crashes are heard, but still not loud enough to make the moans and groans disappear. I straighten myself and turn around before walking to the other side of the ship. I bend forward and lean my head on my palms as I rest my elbows on the railing. I look down at the waves surrounding and splashing against the side of the ship. Everybody behind me runs down the stairs to get into the basement of the ship, wanting to stay dry, but I don't care. I'm not made of salt.

(Y/N)'s POV

While panting and having huge smiles on our faces, we both lay next to each other on the wooden chest, only wearing underwear and pants.  I lay my hand on Wilford's smooth-skinned chest and stare blankly into the room, listening to the rain and the waves passing by. "That was amazing" I finally say softly. Wilford's hand runs up my bra covered chest and cups my cheek as he lifts my head, making me look up at him, "it took someone long enough for that to happen"  he says with a slight smirk. 'That's kinda rude....' I raise an eyebrow, "you mean me?" Wilford breathes a chuckle and shakes his head before laying an arm behind his head, still holding my cheek with the other. "Oh, you mean yourself...?" I ask, making sure. "No, sweet cheeks" he replies. "Huh? But-" he cuts me off, "just drop it" he says with that smooth voice of his. I lay my head down again, "alright..." I say, still a little confused, but shrugging it off, feeling the rocking of the ship let me drift off into sleep.

Wilford's POV

"You must be tired" I say softly before looking down at her, "get some sl-" I stop talking when I notice she's already peacefully sleeping.