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You lift a small vial to put it right in front of your eyes, analyzing the content.
“Hmm... Miss, this is not olive oil, this is water.”
The seller frowns, a little outraged and taking the vial out of your hand. A little rude, to be fair. “But it’s yellow!”
You bite your lips, trying to behave patiently. It’s been a long day. Just a couple more hours until your coworker comes to the store, but right now, you have to be patient all on your own. The store is small enough to be capable of being managed by one person as long as it’s not peak hours.
“You know what other things are yellow and not oil?” you ask her. “Water with yellow powder. Pineapple juice. Pee, you know?” The lady, not very old, clenches her jaw and keeps the failure of scam vial inside her leather bag on the side of her waist. “I know this is just a small herbal shop, but we don’t accept bribes and we don’t accept to be scammed. Just like any other store in Bilgewater.”
The lady adjusts her thick coat around her, closing her buttons and giving up, going to the door. You look down at the small notebook on the counter, under your hands. “And I don’t accept sarcasm.”
You lift your hand, waving goodbye without looking. “Wish your husband a good recovery!” Someone enters the store forcefully, bumping his shoulder against the seller’s, who looks away and runs away from him. Also a little rude, but understandable. “Hello, Pyke.”
Pyke narrows his eyes a bit, but not in a bad mood. That means he hasn’t killed anyone today. “Y/N.” he just says. Not a man of many words. You still dig it, unfortunately. For how long has this stupid, dangerous crush has been going on now...?
“Uh, I still have to work for two more hours.” you say, interrupting your own thoughts. And trying to ignore his closeness now that he’s on a corner of the counter. You cross the name of the lady, she was one of the sellers that was supposed to come today, but she hasn’t sold anything because she tried to scam you. “Til... 9 o’clock, maybe?” You look at the clock on the wall behind you. He looks up as well, eyes more intense for wearing the mask. Yeah, you also like that contrast of blue eyes and red mask. Pyke is the hell of a guy. “That lady was the only one that came in in like...” You sigh with the pen in your hand, stroking your face with the back of it. “... an hour.”
Pyke is equally honest as just as he’s dangerous. “This store is going bankrupt.”
Y/N groans, huffing and looking up at the ceiling, pensive. “... I just... couldn’t find any other job. Salary is fine, could be better, but it’s fine.” You hum, closing the notebook and looking up at him. He analyzes you. Or his gaze is just like that. “I needed the money and I couldn’t find any other job.”
“What ‘bout cook in expeditions?”
You grind your teeth, a fake smile decorating your lips. “I get dizzy in ships. I don’t want sailors to laugh at me for throwing up every hour.”
Pyke pulls down his mask, still wearing it around his neck. You try to pretend everything is fine with you and trying to ignore the tingle down your pants. “Blacksmith?”
“My skin is sensitive, I can get burned in a forge.”
Pyke tsks, shaking his head. “Don’t have to be in ships. Fishmonger?”
You groan again. “Ohmygod, you know what makes me dizzy in ships? The ship itself moving with the waves. And also fish smell.”
Pyke puffs, sitting on a chair behind the counter. “I give up.” You’re glad. You don’t need help anyone’s help to find a stable job, you should do it in your own, right? “That shit is new.”
You look down at your new belt of vials around your waist. Yeah, it’s new, but Pyke is sitting behind you, close. Was he watching you in general or your ass too? You try to ignore the impulse of showing your ass more, standing straight. “Oh, yeah, a pirate sold it to me last week. It has a lot of spaces for vials and it’s not heavy.”
Pyke narrows his eyes a bit, cheeky. “You need to exercise some.”
You narrow your eyes too. “Some what?”
“Anythin’.” Pyke has the conviction that everybody should exercise. But whatever. Your mind is trying to focus on your job. But, then, Pyke stands up and gets close, stroking the side of your new belt. “You lazy, dude.”
You roll your eyes. “Tsk. I think I’m aware of that, thank you.” Pyke cannot look away from you. He looks focused as he lifts the edge of your shirt and rubs the back of his rough fingers against your skin. You sigh noticeably, closing your eyes and enjoying the skin on skin contact. “Holy shit...” He buries his fingertips against the skin around your hipbone, showing your neck to him. He just sees it and bites it, making your legs weak. You stroke the length of his dick over his pants.
He growls, taking your cheeks and staring at you. “You fuckin’ tease.”
You smirk, licking his palm and appreciating his scars. “You came into my store looking for sex, huh? Because you don’t want tea, oil or buy anything, right?”
Pyke growls again, glaring and grabbing your shoulder for guiding both of you to the back room. As usual.
You sit on the edge of the table, Pyke setting himself between your thighs. “Look up.” You look up at him, feeling his intense, fierce gaze over your face as his hands enjoy the uncovered skin around your waist. “What’s your mood?”
You chuckle, a little flustered. You shouldn’t be, Pyke is not yours at all. That is a bit sad to you, but you’re so focused on keeping your job that you don’t have much room for anything else. “I wanna suck your dick. And some table-banging.” Pyke exhales roughly through his nose, you feeling that against your lips. “You’re kinda horny, aren’t you?”
Pyke glares. You love to be glared at if he’s the one doing it. He tries to resist it for a couple second, but then, he spits a cuss word, moving away a bit enough to untie the opening of his pants, hissing at his bulge being massaged. You haven’t stopped stroking it over his clothes. Can’t wait to do the same without those clothes and with your tongue. “Shut. The fuck up.”
You chuckle, a bit hoarsely, humming. “Language, dude. Language.” You put your face right over his shoulder, sucking his nipple, the tip of your tongue circling around it. “You’re hard already. I’m dripping too.”
Pyke takes your chin forcefully. But not that forcefully because you actually want that. “I’ll make you shut up.” He pulls down his pants. Yeah, as you figured already, he’s already half-hard, his dick a bit raised, his tip dripping and making it shine. You lick your lips, willing and lying on the table to be at the level of his waist. He groans as you take his dick, stroking it. Then, not much later, you open your mouth, use your saliva to stimulate it and taking him in, using your warm tongue to lick his shaft. Your tongue is effective, exploring the curves of the skin of his dick, tasting him deliciously and slowly, taking your time a bit exasperatingly. Exasperating for him, you’re actually enjoying this more than you should. You’re already wet at merely sucking him. And more than you should because further feelings are still there, unfortunately. Pyke only wants to physically vent with you. Probably nothing else, it doesn’t mean anything. “Faster.”
His growl makes you chuckle still with his shaft inside your mouth, making him feel that around him like a soft vibration; he moans at that, so you have to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. You only slow down your tongue around him, to spread his warm fluid around his shaft, then, the tip of your tongue around his tip, him hissing at that. He likes it rough, he likes it dirty, fast. “Huh. What if I don’t?”
He holds you by your neck, glaring right at you. And, oh, the tingles down your spine and between your legs. “I fuckin’ dare you.” Yeah. You absolutely love teasing him, but you remind yourself you’re literally at work right now, so the sooner you finish, the better. You sit up, untie your pants, showing your parts to him as he spits on his palm to spread that around your inner thighs and crotch. He buries his black-polished nails on your thighs, you groaning at that in desire. “You can’t. Coward.”
You tsk, shaking your head, a little disheveled already. “I’m supposed to be working, you know?”
Pyke aligns his dick with your wet, warm entrance. You almost hiss at the sensation, rolling your eyes back. And it’s only the beginning. He first puts his tip, decorated with a bit of precum, then, he slowly goes in, you move your head backwards. But he takes your nape, and you need to ignore the bit of affection you feel at that gesture. Like he has your back.
But no. No feelings involved.
Pyke goes until the end, repeatedly, indulging your warm insides, your flesh wrapped around him, constricting his shaft, rolling his head back too. He enjoys your presence, he enjoys being close to you. You still get the sensation he only wants you physically. But your thoughts only focus in how good his body is making you feel. His thickness moves inside your parts, almost like exploring them, pushing them, pressing them, driving you insane. Because, yeah, you have to be insane to get close to someone like him. Maybe you’re a little crazy too.
You come intensely, followed by him a little after. He moves until he can’t anymore, his thick waist giving up and sticking it right against your parts. Pyke strokes your nape with his rough fingertips, then the back of his fingers. Tingles down your back and your heart going a little faster at the surprise of physical affection. He moves out without a word. You somehow cannot like at him right now, but you notice his gaze all over you. You try to ignore it.
“Gotta... get back to work.”
Pyke sighs, raising and tying his pants. “There’re barely people ‘round, Y/N.”
You raise your pants over the table and hop off of it, looking at the door of the back room. “But there could be someone soon.” You go to the door. “You can leave through the wall, right? I wouldn’t want someone seeing you if you leave through the front door, you could scare them.”
Pyke hums. “Am I scary? To you?” Pyke is aware that he’s scary. The question is directed right to you. You don’t know what to answer. Of course he doesn’t scare you, you’re just scared of feelings.
“Uhm,” You shrug, looking at him. He pulls his mask up, getting close to the window. “let’s just say I feel uncertain after we get off together.”
Pyke looks away. “Guess I’ll just have to make you feel certain.” he just says before you look away.
You frown. “Wait, what does that m-?” He’s gone already. You take a deep breath, trying to focus on your totally-not-busy job.