Pirate King Of My Dreams {Eustass Kid x Reader}

Say My Name

Summary: Eustass Kid loves hearing you say his name.

Spicy, Soft moments with a sexy, feral beast. Say My Name, a prayer.

The Captain of the Kid Pirates loves nothing more than the sound of his name falling from your lips. He could listen to you say his name over and over, from dawn til dusk.

The sound of you thanking him for the things he does for you, making him want to do more for you. How you gently call his name with resolve when you have to remind him to eat or sleep, making him more agreeable to take better care of himself for you.

Kid loves the way you say his name when you use that tone- the one that reveals: you acknowledge his bullshit but still adore him. Even as you roll your eyes at him, flashing him a soft smile immediately after. Your calling card that you love him and his sardonic personality.

He especially loves to hear you say his name when it's veiled behind a layer of lust as he pleasures you. The way you scream his name as you explode in ecstasy; it told him he was damn good at taking care of you.

Grin on his face, he finished up the trinket he was working on. The latest gift for you. A little music box that played your song. The one that perfectly summarized your relationship together. Grinning wider because he knew you were going to love it and because you would be so grateful you would be eager to jump his bones.

Kid found you on the main deck tending to ship duties. He snuck up behind you and threw his arm over your chest, leaning his head down on your shoulder to kiss your neck.

"You busy?"

Laughing, "not anymore. What's up?"

Grinning and giving your shoulder a quick nip, he straightens up and tugs your arm, leading you to your shared cabin. Once inside and the door inconspicuously locked, he holds up the music box.

"Made ya somethin'," he smiled, eyes bright with excitement.

"Kid! Thank you it's beautiful!" you cry, taking the box and admiring the craftsmanship and engravings. The rotund shape was designed to look like a world map with a clear distinction of the red line. You giggle and chatter in awe. The praise lifting him up and inflating his already massive ego.

"Open it," he encouraged.

Your gasp sent lightning down his spine and to his dick. The inside has a metal ship, a mini Victoria Punk, in the center. The inside made to look like the ocean. Little metal waves lined up the bottom and surrounded the vessel.

Reaching thick fingers out, he twisted the lever in the back til it was wound up. "Put it on the table and enjoy the show."

The song begins to flow out, your eyes fly open as you set the music box down. Realization that it's your song hits you, your hands covering your mouth as you watch the waves begin to sway and the ship sail in a circular circuit.

"Kiiiiid!" you squeal out. This was by far the most romantic gift he's ever given you.

"Yyyyy/Nnnnn" he pressed up behind you, caging you between his body and the table.

"I love it so much, it's my most prized treasure! Kid, I'm gonna suck you dry."

That alone made him hard as steel. Pressing his boner into your ass, he growled in your ear.

"Then do something about it."

You grind your ass to him, giving yourself room to turn and drop to your knees; your hands cupping and tracing his length over his pants. You quickly undo his belts and zipper, his massive bulge hidden behind tight briefs. The faint trail of ginger hairs from under his briefs ran up to his lower abs, it tickles your forehead as you kiss his clothed cock, making him throb.

Kid grabs your head in a tight grip, he doesn't love the teasing.

Removing his briefs, you lick and suck his aching cock, humming at his salty precum as your mouth envelopes him. His eyes roll to the back of his head as you expertly swallow him as much as you're able; bobbing your head up and down his throbbing cock, pausing to swirl your tongue on his tip causing him to moan out your name.

You hollow out your cheeks and slurp on his cock in a lewd manner, and he loves you all the more for it. The way you enthusiastically take him in, going past your limits and being so vocally proud of it too. It made his stomach tighten.

"Fu-fuck you're gonna break your own record," he panted.

"Only my best efforts for you Captain Kid."

He's done for.

Hips bucking as he cums, he holds your head steady with a firm grip as he ejaculates down your throat; rutting into your mouth and letting out a groan as he rode it out. His grip slacks and you begin to pull off, making sure you clean him up with torturous swirls of your tongue on his sensitive member.

He pushes you down, leaving open mouthed kisses over your body while stroking your sex. Your body convulses from his touches, leaning into his mouth as his mechanical arm holds your thighs spread. He sets a pace that quickly builds you up, ripping moans from your swollen lips. He keeps you steady until you whimper.

"Kiiid," you squirm under him.

"Yes Y/N?"

"Pleeeaseee let me cum!"

"Oh you like this? You want me to bring you over the edge?"

"Yes Kid!" He quickens his pace but doesn't do more to get you off. "Please Kid!" He quickens his pace again, just shying off enough before you peak.

"Kiiiiiiid! Please, what do you want me to do?!"

"I'll get you off, if you pray to me," he groans.

Your eyes roll to the heavens and you begin to serenade him with his favorite sounds.

*The song is Like a Prayer by Madonna