Distraction [[Eustass Kid X Reader]]

Don't rush

A/N - Hella NSFW chapter. 

Kid shrugged out of his hoodie and sat on the edge of your bed tugging at his black tank top. You watched him nervously.

"I won't bite." He chuckled.

"I know." You murmured, "I think."

That earned a hardy laugh from the redhead.

You both slipped under the covers. He quickly yanked you into his chest, sliding his mechanical arm under the pillow you rested on. You pressed your forehead against his chest taking in the mixture of oil, leather and something sweet that you couldn't quite place. No matter what he'd been doing or where he'd just come from he always smelled like this.

He nuzzled into your hair picking up that warm hint of citrus resting his hand on the curve of your back.

The two of you stayed like this for while consumed by the sounds of each other's pounding hearts. It didn't quite feel real. For Kid it was something he'd been wanting but unwilling to admit for months. For you it was new, you felt a little guilty for abandoning the long time feelings you had for Law and cuddling up to Kid.

"Hey mouse?" He murmured.

"Yeah?"

"Have you ... Ever had a boyfriend?"

You slowly shook your head, "What are you getting at?"

"Just asking. You're so innocent." His hand traveled up your back.

"Suddenly I feel like I'm in the wolf's den."

He chuckled, "I'm capable of waiting you know."

You pushed yourself back to catch him already staring down at you. You'd be lying if you said that thought hadn't crossed your mind while you were grinding against each other on your futon. It wasn't exactly like you were saving yourself; you just wasted so much time hoping that someone would be Law.

"Try not to look so surprised. You're making me feel bad." He frowned.

"I was hoping I didn't come off as inexperienced as I am." You matched his expression, "It was that bad huh?"

He laughed again pulling you back into his chest.

"The only reason I'm not kissing you right now is because I won't want to stop."

You planted a soft kiss on his collar bone sending a flash of goosebumps across his ivory skin.

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You sat in the folding chair with your feet propped up on a cinder block in the rented garage while your boyfriend hunched over his desk working on a more intricate part of his motorcycle engine. You'd been dating for a little over a week now and you spent most if not all of your free time watching him work on his bike.

He sighed cursing under his breath as he dropped the part on the desk and rubbed his temples.

"What's wrong?" You stood pressing yourself against his tensed back.

"It's more damaged than I thought." He huffed, "I'll have to order a new one."

"Maybe we can get something second hand?" You draped your arms over his shoulders.

"I guess. The budget on this is pretty tight as it is though." He wrapped his mechanical fingers around your arm pulling you around into his lap.

"I can always pitch in if you need me to." You suggested squishing his face making him frown.

"I can't ask you to do that. I'll figure something out. Maybe Killer can see something I can't."

"Whatever you say." You scooted forward to close in the space between you.

He smiled leaning down to kiss your forehead and gently nip your nose. You pulled him down further to claim his lips feeling him instantly relax. Feeling a little bold you pushed your tongue into his mouth earning a small hum from the redhead. Your fingers made their way into his soft hair pulling his bandanna off and discarding it somewhere on the oil stained concrete. He slipped his hands over your hips pulling you closer as you writhed against each other. A familiar warmth spread through you while your lips moved over his jaw and down his neck.

"Shit." He breathed.

This wasn't your most heated make out session but it was the most assertive you'd ever been. You shook chills away as he ran his mechanical hand under your shirt dragging his cold digits across the skin on your back. He chuckled at your reaction following the trail he'd made with the warmth of his right hand. Your hands moved down greedily unzipping and pulling at his coveralls. He caught your wrists raising his brows.

"Here?"

You nodded. In a weird way it was better than your dorm... at least there was no Sabo to storm in for a random search because he'd heard you moaning through the door. It was embarrassing and for some reason required a long uncomfortable conversation with Thatch and Marco.

Kid slid his hands under your thighs lifting you and laying you back on the desk. Your chest clenched as he bent over you capturing your lips again letting his hands travel down to the button of your jeans. He tugged roughly at the denim until your right leg was free. An airy moan escaped you as his fingers slipped passed your waist band and brushed gently against your clit.

Every inch of you burned while you mewled beneath him. More foreign sounds came from you with every stroke.

His lips moved to your ear lobe.

"Do you want it?" He whispered.

You shivered under his breath and nodded. He smirked against your cheek adding pressure with his thumb as he slipped his digits inside.

"You have to say it."

This bastard.

"I – I ...please." You stammered.

"Oh begging for it? Even better ~" He purred pulling his hand away and jerking the soaked fabric to the side.

"It's probably going to hurt." He warned, "Tell me if you want me to stop."

You nodded taking a deep breath as he pulled your hips to the edge of the desk and slowly pushed himself inside you. It would be a lie to say it didn't hurt, but there was also something pleasant about it that sent a shudder up your spine. He stayed still nipping at your neck while you tried to adjust to his size.

His honey gaze met yours, "Can I?"

You nodded. Slowly and a little uncomfortably he began to thrust into you. His name left your lips several times as he gained momentum. Both of you huffed and cursed holding each other impossibly close. Static pooled into your abdomen sending a buzz of excitement through your veins.

He buried his face in your neck, ragged breath fanning over your skin.

"I'm g-gonna..."

"Me too." He whispered digging his teeth into your shoulder as waves of shuddering pleasure crashed over you.

He pulled back releasing on your stomach.

You hardly had time to clean up and revel in the moment before there was a sharp bang against the metal door.

"Kid, why aren't you answering your god damn phone?" Killer called.

Moment ruiner.