Captured by the Yandere Space Pirates

Pako's kiss was a storm, her lips ramming against Syn's with a vigorous hunger, their mouths tangling in a messy dance that left his breath ragged.

Her tan arms clung tight, her dark hair brushing his face as she pressed herself closer, her legs locked around his waist like a vice.

Vera turned her head away, her purple eyes fixed on the medic room's sterile wall, her bandaged arm twitching faintly as she stifled a sigh, her fair cheeks twitching with a mix of annoyance and irritation.

Satisfied, Pako's legs slid free, her boots hitting the floor with a soft thud as she pushed Syn backward, toppling him onto the bed beside Vera's.

The mattress creaked under his weight, and before he could recover, Pako climbed atop him, straddling his hips with a wicked grin.

Her tight pants ground against his groin, her crotch pressing through the fabric as she fumbled with his navy shirt, buttons popping loose under her eager fingers.

"Pako—" Syn started, his hands grabbing her waist to slow her, his hazel eyes wide with a mix of arousal and alarm.

"Grab my boobs, not my waist," she teased, her voice a sultry purr as she leaned closer, her dark eyes glinting with mischief.

But Syn moved faster, his hands tightening as he flipped her with a swift twist, pinning her to the bed as he slid off, landing on his feet with a huff.

"Not now, Pako," he said, his tone firm but flushed, his fair cheeks reddening as he straightened his shirt. "Later—you need to give some answers first. What were you doing in your room all this time?"

Pako propped herself on her elbows, sprawled across the bed, her tan skin catching the medic room's stark light.

Vera's head snapped back to look at Pako, her purple eyes wide with a silent warning—don't tell him—but Pako's grin only widened, her voice bursting with unfiltered glee.

"They locked me up 'cause we had sex—real, sweaty, lover-couple sex. They got jealous—Vera and Aster wanted me locked 'til they got their turn with you, and were afraid our relationship might have progressed much further along." Her words tumbled out, raw and reckless, her dark hair fanning across the sheets as she shrugged, aware of the bomb she'd dropped.

Syn froze, his jaw dropping, his hazel eyes blinking in shock as his mind reeled.

"What?" he croaked, his voice a strangled whisper, the revelation miles from anything he'd imagined—his broken ankles, Pako's sulking, all tied to this? His flush deepened, his hands hovering as if to grab the truth and shake it., "So you weren't upset and guilty for your part."

Pako sat up, her grin unapologetic as she leaned forward, her tone defiant. "Hey, you deserved it! We had a night of consensual passion—fire, Syn, fire—and you just walked away, like I am your one night stand. So I helped them break your ankles—fair trade, you couldn't walk off again."

Her dark eyes sparkled, no pity in them, her tan fingers flicking dismissively. "I was gonna take care of you—morning to night, everything," her voice darkened, a sultry edge creeping in, then snapped back to normal, "but Vera and Aster stole it, hogged you. You'd have been treated wayyy better with me—pampered."

Syn's mouth opened, then closed, his brain scrambling to process her flood of words. "Okay," he managed, his voice flat, his face blank as he rubbed his temple, shock rendering him speechless.

Vera's bandages rustled faintly, her silence a heavy presence as she watched.

Pako barreled on, undeterred, scooting to the bed's edge.

"So, Syn darling, mind if I commit a little sin—break your ankles again? Get that 'caring for my crippled boyfriend' vibe?" Her grin was all teeth, her dark eyes dancing with a mix of jest and menace as she mimed snapping a bone.

"What—no!" Syn yelped, his voice spiking as he took long strides back, his boots scuffing the tiles, his hands raised like a shield.

"What's wrong with you?" His flush blazed, his hazel eyes wide with disbelief, half-expecting her to lunge.

Pako laughed, a bright, unhinged sound as she swung her legs over the bed. "Relax, I'm joking—well, about the ankles. But Vera and Aster did lock me up, cuffed me to the bed, just like they did you."

Her voice lit with sudden inspiration, her hands clapping together. "Hey, that makes us cuff buddies! Wanna try some bondage? I'll grab the gear—straps, ropes, the works. Picture me tied up, you taking out all your anger, using me as your personal cumdump—whatever you want!"

Her words spilled faster, uncensored, her tan face alight with chaotic glee, her dark hair bouncing as she gestured wildly.

"Pako, enough—stop talking!" Syn yelled, his voice cracking as he clapped his hands over his ears, his flush now a full-blown crimson.

His fair cheeks burned, his hazel eyes squeezed shut as if he could block her verbal onslaught, the medic room's sterile calm shattered by her relentless chatter.

Pako froze, her hands flying to her mouth, her dark eyes wide with a mock pout as she muffled a giggle.

After a beat, she lowered them, her voice softening, almost sheepish. "Sorry—guess I got carried away. Haven't talked to you in forever, so it all just… overflowed." She shrugged, her tan shoulders slumping slightly, her grin fading into something almost sincere.

Syn exhaled, his hands dropping as he shook his head, his flush easing.

"It's fine," he said, his tone gentler now, though his eyes still flicked warily to her. "Let's get out—let Vera rest in peace. You're making too much noise." He jerked his thumb toward the door, the monitors' beeps a faint reminder of the room's purpose.

Pako nodded, hopping off the bed with a bounce, her boots clicking as she sauntered toward the exit, her cropped jacket swaying with her stride.

Syn paused, turning back to Vera, his hazel eyes softening as he knelt beside her bed, his warm hand closing over her bandaged one.

"Rest, sleep—don't worry about the ship," he said, his voice low, steady, a promise woven into the words. "It's safe in my hands."

Vera nodded, her purple eyes glinting with gratitude, her fair face relaxing into the pillow as she squeezed his hand weakly, her act still intact.

"Thank you," she murmured, her smile soft, genuine, a captain's trust passing to him like a baton.

Syn lingered, his thumb brushing her knuckles, then leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper Pako couldn't catch. "Thank you," he said softly, his hazel eyes meeting hers, a flicker of understanding passing between them.

Vera blinked, her brow creasing briefly, puzzled—then it clicked, her smile spreading wider as she caught his meaning: gratitude for locking Pako away, sparing him her chaotic care during his recovery.

She nodded, a quiet "You're welcome" in her gaze, her fair cheeks warming as their secret settled.