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thenotsofantasticlifestory · 2 years ago

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Pecs

Kid x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k / 18+ only

A/N: Ahahaaa oh god I haven't written smut in like three years go easy on me

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Kid was frustrated, that much was obvious. He had a bad tendency to let his stress build and build until he snapped at some unknowing crew member. When he had retired to his room, is when you came in, hoping to help relax him just the littlest bit. You found him sitting on his bed, slouched forward with his prosthetic arm detached.

He didn’t move when you shut the door with a soft click, neither when you took your place behind him to start massaging his shoulders.

“You okay?”

Kid grunted but allowed you to continue rubbing his shoulders. The feel of your fingers digging into his muscles was heavenly, rounding from shoulder to back to front. He felt himself slowly melting into your touch. Without a word you continued your treatment, rubbing and digging into Kid’s muscles as he slumped against you.

“Feels nice,” he mumbled. You smirked, pressing small, butterfly kisses to his neck and shoulder. Kid always let himself get too wound up like this, and you were always there to help him relax when he needed it most. You dug into the hard lines of his back, working the tight muscles and gently running your nails down smirking in secret at the near purring sounds coming from Kid. You traced the scar that ran down his neck and, on an impulse, your hand ventured further, moving toward his chest and taking an appreciative squeeze of his pecs. What you hadn’t expected was the low moan Kid gave in response.

You froze for just a second, before letting your hands continue to massage his firm chest, cupping and squeezing as you heard Kid begin to breathe heavier. Hesitantly you allowed a stray finger to flick at his nipples. The sharp intake of breath that came was a good sign.

“Kid,” you said, “do you…like me playing with your tits?”

He huffed, “Don’t call it tits,” he said, “it makes me sound like a lady.”

You hummed against his neck, “There’s no shame in that.”

“It’s pecs” he emphasized.

You cupped his ‘pecs’ in a strong grip, moving a finger up again to brush against his nipples, “Whatever you say.”

He hated the groan of pleasure that slipped past his lips. As dominant as he was, he wasn’t selfish. When his partner wanted to lead in their sexual exploits, he was mostly open to follow, and something about the way you were fondling him was already getting him unbelievably hard.

“Do you want me to stop?” you asked.

Once you tried to move your hand away from him, you felt him grasp your wrist, pressing you back where you were.

“I didn’t say that…” he mumbled.

You returned to the kneading motions around his chest, smiling at the sigh that brushed past his lips.

Kid was lost in the feeling of your fingers. You felt your way up, teasing lightly at his nipples, and hearing the approving groan, continued forth. Nimble fingers worked the scared flesh, cupping at his sizable chest, appreciating how firm he was. You took each of the pebbled nubs between your fingertips, gently exploring around them, feeling the hardness, before giving them a slow pinch. Kid moaned deep in his throat, and you stifled a chuckle before twisting the dusky nubs sharply. The sharp intake of breath that followed was worth it, as you continued kissing and sucking along his neck. He craned his head to the side, shamelessly egging you on as you littered little red marks along the skin there. You chanced a glance down, the bulge in his pants was obvious and Kid felt you smile against his shoulder. He followed your eyes, seemingly just noticing how hard he had gotten, as a dark flush crossed his face.

“You really like it when I touch your tits huh?” You said.

“Pecs,” he emphasized, but a breathy moan cut him off as you played with the pert nipples. Your hand strayed down, feeling the strain of his cock against his pants as you gave him a soft squeeze.

“God, I didn’t know you were so sensitive Kiddo,” you purred.

Kid scowled, ‘sensitive’ was never a word he’d thought to associate himself with but when you withdrew your hands from his chest and groin he inwardly whined at the loss.

“Turn around,” you said, “up here,” you patted the head of the bed.

Kid shifted around, now facing you on the bed with the headboard behind his back. He smirked when he saw you crawl into his lap, working the fly of his pants open and releasing the straining thick cock. He saw the way you licked your lips, visually devouring his length as you trailed soft fingers along the shaft. Your hand pushed lightly against his chest, making him rest his back against the headboard as you arched close, a deft swipe of tongue against his nipple.

Kid hated the small gasp he couldn’t help, but you had him right where you wanted him, mouth attaching firmly to the pink nub as your tongue laved around, teasing it. Kid’s head fell back, a low moan escaping his mouth as your other hand resumed caressing the other pec. Kid’s head was swimming, every small nip of your teeth, every pinch of your fingers, and swipe of your tongue across his chest had the blood rushing to his cock. Was this how it felt when he played with your own tits? Did it always feel so damn good? He could’ve sat there for hours having you worship his chest like this, let you suck and nip the skin raw if you wanted just as long as you didn’t stop.

When your hand snaked around his cock, he sucked in air through his teeth. You started to stroke him in slow, lazy strokes, marveling at how much he was twitching and pulsing in your grasp. Releasing a pert nipple with a small kiss of your lips you pulled back to appreciate your work. Kid’s chest was littered in bites, small blooms of hickies already forming on some spots, and his nipples impossibly red and hard. He looked absolutely beautiful like this, the dark flush on his face as he laid back with eyes closed in bliss.

He cracked an eye open, missing the attention on his body, “Why’d you stop?”

You kept the languorous slow pace of stroking his cock as you hummed, “Just admiring my work. Fuck you look so hot like this you know?”

His eyes shot off to the side, but you loved the way his cheeks got even pinker, Kid was always bad at taking compliments. You released his cock, much to his displeasure, and rummaged through the nightstand, grabbing the lube you two kept there just in case, squirting a dollop onto your palm before stroking him again, more firmly.

“Oh fuck…” the cool sensation of the lube against his heated skin and how easily your fist was squeezing him up and down sent goosebumps through his skin. He bucked into your hand, trying to quicken the pace, but you kept it slow. Your lips found his and he complied easily, mouth parting to swipe his tongue against yours. Hot breaths escaped between the smacks of lips as you kept that firm hard grip on his cock.

“Relax Kid,” you cooed, dropping small kisses from his jaw to his neck, “Just let me make you feel good.”

He released a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, the tension flowing out of his body as he closed his eyes and reveled in the sensation of your lips traveling down his skin and the firm stroke of his cock. You felt his hand snake up, fingers twisting into your hair as he pressed you closer to him, needing more of your mouth on him, against him, anything. You trailed your lips down back to his abused chest, taking a nipple back into your mouth, heat pooling straight in your gut at the groan that followed automatically. You started to stroke him a bit faster, giving your hand an expert twist, thumb rubbing along the head with each upward stroke. All the little things you knew Kid loved, and the way he bucked eagerly back toward you made you smile.

“Feels so fucking good…” Kid’s head was back, absolutely lost in the bliss of it.

The way you handled him had his whole body vibrating, muscles in his thighs tensing with each little thrust of his hips into your slick hand. You kneaded roughly into the firm flesh, your nails accidentally scraping against his raw nipple, and Kid’s long drawn out ‘fuuuuck’ only shot more heat to your groin. You were amazed at how hard he was.

Kid’s breathing was getting heavier, he was close. You kept the pace on his cock, firm strong strokes feeling every vein pulse and thrum under you. His fingers in your hair tightened, as you increased the pace of your strokes. Laving a loving tongue around his reddened nipple, you sucked it into your mouth before biting down firmly, fingers pinching the other nipple in unison.

“Shit- fuck!” Kid’s eyes shot open as his orgasm crashed into him. Hot ropey spurts of cum shot onto his stomach as you milked him through it, his entire body tensing as his head swam into a near blackout. You pulled your head back as you milked his cock, marveling at the way he visibly twitched in your hand, cum flowing freely over your fingers as the last few spurts shot weakly forth. His head fell back with a wheeze, the wonderful tingling ringing through his body in the aftermath of his orgasm. You cleaned him up, loving the absolute dazed look on his face and when you went to button his pants, he stopped you.

“Oh, don’t think I’m done with you yet,” he grinned, quickly working his pants completely off before covering you with his massive form. He went immediately for your shirt, practically tearing a few buttons off in the process until your chest was bare for him.

“Now it’s my turn,” he licked his lips ready to make your body just as flushed and nipped as his was.

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