need | eustass kid X chubby! reader
prompt— “I think about you, like this, all the time”.
This was supposed to be short, cause it was supposed to be a drabble under 150 words but I have no self control so…
WARNINGS: Language and suggestiveness (OffuckingcoursethisisEustassKidladiesandgentlemen)
As Eustass pours the burning scotch down his throat in a single gulp the doors open to reveal your frame entering the dim illuminated bar. He raises an eyebrow, intrigued and surprised at the same time. This must really be his week. Not only has he managed to enter into the New World, but he’s now encountered with you once again.
He leans back into his seat at the back of the place, his eyes closely following your movements towards an empty table. As the bartender rushes to your side he takes notice of the way you put your hair behind your ear, an the almost invisible smile crooking your lips upwards, making the bartender to gulp down in what Eustass is almost sure is an attempt to calm himself down.
He can’t blame him. Just seeing you and he can feel himself getting hard. It’s almost laughable how easily you’ve captured his attention. In any other instance this would be enough to piss him off, but he’s been thinking about you nonstop ever since your brief encounter in Sabaody. You ran into each other while getting away from the Marines, and the picture of your delighted expression as you wiped out a bunch of stupid Marines had been playing on repeat on his head ever since.
If that bastard of Scratchmen Apoo hadn’t gotten on his nerves he would have definitely approached you back then when you were also on the same bar as him. Today however, there is no one to keep him away from you, so when you stand up, heading towards the bathroom he’s quick to follow behind you.
If you notice his presence you’re not showing it, cause you enter the restrooms with an almost lazy pace. The pirate hesitates for a moment, realizing that taking a step closer to you would be too much even for him, so he waits outside of the door you’ve just crossed, arms crossed and an excitement buzz traveling through his veins.
“How classy of you to follow me all the way to the bathroom, Eustass Kid.”
The sound of your voice snaps him out of his train of thought and he takes no offense in your snarky comment, what’s even more he seems amused by it, cause he’s showing a enthusiastic grin when he lowers his head to look at you.
“Long time not seeing you, Captain (Y/N),” He greets you, in a mocking voice. “I wasn’t sure you had what’s necessary to make it to the New World.”
You scoff, trying not to be bothered by the fact that you’re staring into his bare torso. “I didn’t know you were so concerned about me.” Your voice gets low as you retort to his comment, and the glare you’re giving him it’s breaking Eustass last bits of self control. He’s both amazed and turned on by the effect you have on him, and he simply can’t stop staring at the perfect view of you cleavage that he’s getting for his higher point of view.
“You’re a little brat, aren’t you, (Y/N)?” He has dropped the mocking tone, and is almost growling as he closes the distance between the both of you, his metal arm caging you against the wall of the cramped hallway. His eyes are glowing, and for a second you take your hand towards the handle of your sword, ready to cut right through his flesh. He doesn’t lose sight of your movements and looks into your eye for a sign of aggressiveness, but the only thing he finds is a hint of the same interest gleaming in his eyes present in your stare.
His hand reaches for your face, his fingers grabbing a fistful of your hair. He licks his lips and you know what he’s gonna do before he does it, but you don’t mind it anyways cause you approached him thinking just exactly the same: his kiss is rough and desperate, and it burns through you like a firebolt.
Kid tugs you closer and he smiles into the kiss, it’s almost cliché that he needs you even closer, but you’re pulling at him like some kind of magneto. Your lips taste like danger and addiction. The warm of your body feels too familiar and he realizes in an instant that he could easily get used to having you like this.
“Fuck,” he rasps, breathy and low. “I think about you, like this, all the time.” He’s itching to explore all of your curves, to finally cease the longing of his body, to know what makes you tremble. And by the look you’re giving him, he might get even luckier tonight.
