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GOD THIS MAN

"The D will blow up a storm again"

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hey friend! can i request a capital F FILTHY zoro x f!reader where they two of them are rivals/borderline enemies who fight all the time but after they both get a lil tipsy they end up hate fucking in the roughest most desperate way possible…

Ohhhh yes yes yes. YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND, ANON. anything filthy and with zoro i’m down. brace yourself because this is nasty. you told me capital F FILTHY and i gave you FILTHIER. this turned into a ~2.9k word monstrosity. i read it through like twice so plz excuse any overused words or typos...

everyone say it with me, now: "hate sex! hate sex! hate sex!!!!"

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You and Zoro butted heads since the day you got on the ship. Zoro thought his tiffs with Sanji were super fucking annoying—but Sanji had nothing on you. Not only did you have an annoying quip in response to everything he said, but he heard you actively shit talking him in front of his face multiple times. He despised you—everything about you. He hated how you mocked him, hated how cocky you were around him, hated the way you fought, your morals, the way you spoke to everyone BUT him; he couldn’t stand you.

The pair of you had almost gotten to blows multiple times, but he just couldn’t bring himself to hit you. He’d threaten you with his sword but never use it, even though he thought about it more than he would like to admit.

Your asinine remarks would replay in his head sometimes. “Zoro, the amount of effort you put into working out and being stoic is fucking pathetic. Lighten up for once. You’re fucking draining to be around.” Your tone was vile and pitiful. He saw red any time you said stuff like that.

“Zoro, another bottle of sake? Like you haven’t had enough to drink for a whole year? Fucking alcoholic.” You would smirk and condescend, and he’d try to send it back your way but he felt like the couldn’t twist the dagger the same way that you could.

“Shut up,” he would respond, agitated and cold. “Mind your fucking business and go nag someone else, woman. You’re insufferable.”

What was the most agitating thing about you being an asshole to him was that you did it while looking so good. He hated that. He would actively mull the fact over—you were gorgeous, but you had such a rotten personality, it couldn’t be helped. You fought like shit, treated him like a child, mocked him, derided him… And he did the same to you. But he felt his cock twinge any time you got close and nasty with him.

“Yeah, Zoro? Going to go sneak back to your hideout and drown yourself with sake before swinging your swords around? Fucking weirdo.”

Sometimes he would get really intense about it. He’d seethe with hatred and respond with such loathing that it was a wonder he didn’t do anything about it. “If you don’t leave me alone, I swear I’ll slit your throat.”

“Yeah, jackass? I’m sure you like to dream about that, but you’ll never be able to do it because you’re 1: a pussy and 2: I’m your crewmate, idiot.” Sometimes you’d tease him for having the hots for you (which you thought was false), and he’d get so flushed and angry that you thought he would light on fire.

One night, a group of the crew was drinking on deck. You, Zoro, Sanji, Nami, Robin, and Usopp. Everyone was a few cups (or bottles) deep, and what started in raucous laughter ended with people splitting up into small groups or going inside for some snacks.

You and Zoro were unfortunately sitting next to each other, much to your mutual dislike. An offhand comment from Zoro (he was speaking to Usopp) vaguely alluded to you being bad at wielding a sword. It set you off. Your head whipped in his direction. He must have been sitting a few feet away.

“What the fuck did you just say, Zoro?”

He rolled his eyes and waved his hand. “What’s it to you? Can’t you mind your own damn business?”

You bit your lip and shoved the crude and despicable rebuttal back in your throat—it wasn’t worth fighting with him again. You already had a spat earlier that day, which left you both livid. Sometimes you’d goad him into it for fun and games. The added benefit was that he would get even hotter when he was angry. Sure, his personality was shit, but when he sneered and snarled at you he looked damn good. You were in denial about how much his scowls turned you on, but you ignored it because you couldn’t stand the man. He was just an atrocious person all around, and you let him know that every second that you could.

After you heard the comment, you huffed, snatched your bottle up and stormed inside. You were about to smack the shit out of him. When you stood up, the alcohol hit you—you were definitely tipsy, perhaps that was contributing to how enraged you were.

You went into the galley and you were about to grab another bottle when the door opened. Those familiar, maddeningly heavy, swaggering footsteps padded towards you. Presumably, Zoro was coming to grab another bottle of sake. Like he fucking needs one, you scoffed to yourself.

“Oh, great.” He was scornful and sarcastic. “You gettin’ more? Can’t wait to see how annoying you get after this bottle.”

“Zoro, you’re on my last fucking nerve.” You turned around and he was a couple feet away, arms crossed. Something in his eyes looked different.

“Is that so? When am I not on your last nerve? You’re so fuckin’ sensitive, get a grip.”

You bit your tongue, trying to not say something foul. You failed.

“Zoro, I’m so sick of you. Your presence is literally unbearable. I can’t stand you, seriously, not right now. And oh, by the way, you’re a shit swordsman.”

You knew that last part would infuriate him. You wanted to get him riled up. It was a sick form of entertainment for you. And anytime you told him he was a shit swordsman he went ballistic.

“Do you ever shut your damn mouth!?” He stepped forward, his voice angry. He was uncomfortably close. You were leaning back on the counter, trying to create any distance you could between your face and his, but he had you caged in. He put a hand on the counter behind you.

“Always looking to start a fight, huh?” His tone was contemptuous and belittling. “You’re about to bite off more than you can chew.”

The closer he got, the hotter he looked. You hated him, but fuck, he was a sight for sore eyes. When he was up this close, you felt even more intoxicated than you already were.

“And what would that mean?” You stared into his eyes, deadpan and annoyed. You placed it now, you could see what about his eyes looked different—his eyes were ravenous. He looked like he was starving for something. More liquor? You hoped he was hungry for something else.

“You’ve got such a big mouth and you never stop running it.” He was practically growling.

Your heartbeat grew faster, and heat started to bloom between your legs. He was so hot when he was angry. That was part of the fun. Especially when his voice got like that.

“And what are you going to do about it?” You raised an eyebrow at him, and your eyes were deadly.

“Might have to shut you up somehow. Maybe you’ll shut the fuck up if my cock is shoved down your throat.”

You actually laughed. “Oh, what is it? Like three inches?”

He drew his face closer to yours. The hand that wasn’t bracing himself on the counter came to squeeze one of your hips so hard that it hurt.

“I’m about to fuck you so hard I break you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Fucking slut.” He murmured, his voice deep and hushed.

Your eyes were locked, eye contact blistering. He was staring into you so hard you thought he’d leave a burn mark on your irises.

“You’re an idiot, Zoro. Are you being serious? You’d cum all over yourself before you even got close to fucking me.”

“Mmmm, we’ll see about that.” He purred. You were speechless, your brain trying and failing to come up with something to throw back at him. It was short circuiting because he just said he wanted to fuck you.

In the moment that you were searching for an answer, his lips crashed into yours. His grip on your hip tightened; it was going to leave a bruise. As your bodies pressed together, you noticed his hard on rutting into you slowly.

The kisses were haphazard and sloppy, teeth knocking. He bit your lip so hard you almost yelped. A hand snuck up to grab a fistful of your hair and he pulled it so tight it’s a wonder he didn’t rip out a huge clump of it.

“You’re fucking useless.” He pulled away from you, murmuring in a husky tone centimeters away from your lips. “You talk all that shit but I know you want me to fuck you. Probably wanted it the whole time.”

“Shut up, Zoro.” You would have enjoyed every second of this if he just shut his trap.

He pushed you up so you were sitting on the counter. Sucking harshly on your neck, he bit it so hard you thought it would bleed. You let out a muffled whine in surprise.

“Are you already getting worked up and I’ve barely touched you?” His voice was poisonous.

“Holy shit, shut up, Zoro.”

“Say that one more time and I’ll put my cock in you.”

You doubled down. You hoped he was serious. “I said, shut the fuck up, Zoro.”

He let go of your hair and hips and proceeded to rip your pants and panties off in one go. He almost shredded the seams. He took in the sight for a moment.

Your eyes were bathed in lust, your breaths shallow and quick already. Your shirt rode up and your nipples were hard.

His fingers wandered to your now bare cunt and he let out a chuckle.

“You’re so fucking wet already. I know you’re going to take it all for me because you’re fucking desperate. Is that right?”

Your mouth went dry and you did the most miniscule of nods. You didn’t want him to know how badly you needed him.

He slid two thick fingers into your entrance then started to finger fuck you. Your walls tightened and pulsed around him, getting adjusted. Pushing them apart, his fingers roamed and prodded. It felt so good that you had to bite your lip to keep the moans back. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.

“You’ve been craving my cock this whole time like a depraved, touch-starved slut, haven’t you?”

His other hand grabbed a painful fist of your ass and then crept up to squeeze your throat. You let out a barely audible whimper and he felt his cock twitch.

You tried to squeak out words and you were barely successful. “You’re—the one—who’s hard—right now, Zoro.”

It was a lame comeback, but it drove him crazy. “Use your fucking mouth one more time and I’m going to stuff you so full you can’t talk.”

His fingers found your g-spot and pressed on it forcefully. You choked out a breathy “fuck you, Zoro,” and he went still.

“What was that?” His hand around your throat tightened. “Did you not hear what I just said, or are you fucking stupid?”

His fingers started to move twice as fast, and you squirmed. When he could tell you were about to orgasm, he pulled them out.  

He freed his cock from his pants and fisted it lazily for a moment before lining it up with your entrance. “You want this, don’t you? You ran your fat mouth too much, now I’m going to fuck the attitude out of you. Say I’m a shit swordsman one more time and I’ll choke the air out of you until you see stars, then I’ll stuff you full of my cock. But you’d probably like that. Fucking slut.”

“You’re—a fucking—shit—swordsman” you tried to get the words out as his fist squeezed your throat. You couldn’t breathe and you were so aroused that it was hard to focus.

He pushed his cock into your folds and through your slit, entering you inches at a time. You started seeing stars, as promised, and you could only focus on his vice grip around your throat and the sensation of his huge girthy cock stretching you out. He let go of your throat for a moment before bottoming out, and when his tip kissed your cervix he groaned.

“Just look at you. Drooling for my cock, you’re worthless.”

He leaned in so your foreheads touched and pulled out of you agonizingly slow.

“You want more? You want me to fuck you?”

You just looked at him, pouting. You didn’t want to admit it. But you wanted it, and you wanted it BAD. You nodded again and he plunged back into you forcefully. A wet squelching noise sounded into the room when he bottomed out again.

Zoro grinded his hips just enough so he could fuck you deep inside.

“What, the back talk stops the second I put my cock in you?”

You hissed air in through your teeth. “Fuck you, Zoro.”

His jaw dropped for a second and he lost composure, but he kept moving his hips all the same. “What was that?”

“I said fuck you.” You were glaring up at him petulantly.

He pulled his cock out completely and you gasped at the feeling of emptiness.

“Okay, if you hate me so much then I’ll just stop. Is that what you want?”

You could only shit talk for so long before the pleasure started to take over your mind in a haze. All that you knew now was that Zoro was saying dirty things to you and he just took his cock out. That was unacceptable, at this point.

“Zoro.” You whined. “Put it back.”

“Awh, you want me to put it back in?” He feigned pity while you nodded eagerly, throwing all dignity out of the window.

“If you want it that bad, then you need to beg for it like the pathetic little slut you are.”

Your cheeks smarted with blush. You couldn’t believe that you were about to beg for his dick, but you needed it so fucking bad you couldn’t hold back.

“Fuck. Please Zoro. Please keep fucking me.”

Now that he was getting carried away, he wanted to be cruel. You did have a habit of running your mouth, and he wanted to punish you for it.

“Hmm. That’s not quite good enough. If you really want it, say my name. Say my name and I’ll fuck you.”

“Zoro.” You pleaded, your voice strained. He snuck a hand back in your hair and pulled your hair so hard it hurt.

“No. I said, say my name.”

“Roronoa Zoro. Please. I need it.”

“Louder.”

“Roronoa Zoro. P-please.”

“That’s what I thought.”

He pressed his cock into you again with a groan. One hand was gripping your hip, and he moved the other down to rub circles over your clit. Your hips bucked.

You started to let out moans with reckless abandon—you needed it harder, faster, deeper, anything that he could possibly do with his cock, you needed it. The noises melted in his ear, but he was worried that someone would hear, so he kissed you. It actually felt tender at times—if you weren’t lost in pleasure, you’d have been able to feel his thumb rubbing a circle on your cheek. What was up with that?

Between his kisses, he said something filthier with each thrust. “Tell me how good it feels.”

“Fuck, Zoro. Feels so good. Your cock—feels so fucking good.”

His shaft and tip dragged over your g-spot countless times. Each time your moans got louder and the mess you were making on Zoro’s cock got juicier.

“Zoro, ‘m gonna cum.” You were at your wits end.

“That’s it, baby, cum on my cock. Cum for me. Just for me.”

That was all you needed to hear before you started to squirm and writhe with pleasure. Your fingers dug into his shoulders and your eyes rolled back in your head—it was that good. He fucked you through your orgasm and then pulled out to cum on your stomach. He wanted to cum inside, but he figured he’d save that for next time (if you were nice enough to let him).

Moments later, while he got you cleaned up, he admired how flushed you were and how lidded your eyes were with satisfaction.

“Baby, huh?” You giggled.

“What?” Zoro was puzzled.

“You called me baby.”

He turned crimson. “You heard me wrong, blockhead.”

“Mmmhmmm, sure. Now help me put my pants on. There’s no way I can walk after that, baby.”

He was speechless. He knew you were teasing him, but he liked it. Enemies to lovers, much?

You found out later that no one walked into the kitchen while you were fucking because Sanji almost went inside and got quite the eyeful through the mini window on the door. He almost puked at the sight then promptly told everyone “no one go in the galley because the two boneheads are doing something disgusting.”

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Once a Beckman girl, always a Beckman girl

warning: very spicey/smutty but no actual penetration, toys (vibrator), size kink if you squint, big dick benn canon.

hello! i got this idea from one of my favorite one piece writer on tumbler, @innerfare!! everyone, go check them out!! thank you so much!!

"Come on, honey. Don't you wanna come back to my cabin?" Shanks asked drunkenly through his hiccups and wolfish grin, staggering over the countertop to hold onto the wood and wink at you.

You'd giggle, but you shook your head, cleaning the counter when he knocked over a glass of alcohol with his one elbow.

"I'm sorry, sir," You told him with that sweet smile, though you didn't seem very sorry. "I already have plans with your first mate."

Shanks backed off immediately, nodding his head and walking away before you could ask why. Even in his drunken state, he knew it was a complete waste of time to try and woo one of Benn's girls.

Plus, his first mate wasn't one to sleep around, so Shanks knew better than to interfere when he needed a night to relax. He was drunk, not heartless.

"Tough luck," Lucky Roux murmured through his mouthful of meat when Shanks told the table of pirates about the barmaid, not even looking up to console his captain. "No one gets one of Benn's girls."

"Yeah, no shit," The captain murmured with a hiccup, before slouching against the table with a few more, spinning a bottle cap around like a pouty child.

"I just wish we knew what he does to get girls so crazy," Yasopp replied under his breath, though he didn't necessarily care to keep his voice low. Anyone who knew Benn knew he was a charmer, even if he didn't go around flirting as much as his captain.

If only they knew. If only they knew how their Benn could drag his fingers across a lady's skin and make her feel like she was a work of art. How as much as Shanks told him one-night stands and hookups shouldn't last more than 30 minutes, he just can't leave a girl like that.

Was he not supposed to stretch her with his fingers? How was she supposed to fit him if he didn't— while you're at it, doesn't it feel better when you let her ride your face until she's squealing and pulling at your hair? And it would weight much too heavy on his conscious if he left a woman alone in bed when she's tired and sore and in need of some love, when he could put his left-over energy to use and make her a nice meal, maybe give her a massage to ease the ache he caused.

Of course a man like him was so popular with the ladies. He was practically made for women, with how he could memorize your body like the back of his hand, as if he's known you his whole life, but he only just learned your damn name.

He'll coo in that deep voice of his, say things a pirate most certainly shouldn't be saying to someone he'll never see again, with that charming smile on his face and slowly rolling his hips into yours, thumbing at your clit until you've coated the sheets in as much cum as you could give him.

And yet, he's never come across as a player. He isn't a womanizer; he isn't someone like Shanks who can't be trusted to remember his partners names after a week. He's tough as nails and brutal, but to the women whose hearts still throb for the first mate, he was a sweetheart. The type to empathize and sooth when he's just a little too big to fit all the way in your cunt, wiping your tears with kisses and assure you that you've taken more than enough for him to enjoy, so don't feel guilty.

"Benn," You're whining that night, just after you close and the Red Force was snickering when Beckman puts his hand on the small of your back, dwarfing you so intensely you felt your face go hot. You should have fucking guessed that a man with hands bigger than your head had a cock to match.

"Shh, I know, sweetheart. Just relax," He soothed, large fingers parting your labia and pulling up the hood of your clit, circling the little nerve with an ease that made you wonder if he'd done this before with you.

You knew good and damn well you'd remember if a man like this had ever been with you before, but he hadn't even taken his eyes off your face and yet he found your clit almost faster than you could.

You couldn't focus on that though, already fighting off delirium you only thought a cock could bring you, taken by surprise how he could get you so dumb when all he had done was fuck you with that big black vibrator. He kept you sat upright on his desk by letting you lay your head on his shoulder, fluttering kisses against your jaw and rubbing your back when you clenched around the toy and whined for more, soothing you with his whispers like a father soothing his baby in the dead of night.

"Not yet, little one." It had been not yet all damn night, and you were ready for more. Eyes locked on the tent in his pants, large and clearly thick enough to stretch you to your limit, but you couldn't find it in you to care how much it would hurt. He cared though, and thank God for that. He couldn't live with himself if one of his sweethearts got hurt when it was his job to make sure they were well taken care of and happy, even though Shanks tried to explain to him that his job was simply to get off and go.

When he finally pulled the vibrator out and let you slump against hi desk, he kissed along the inside of your thighs and cleaned up the mess dripping to your knees, murmuring enough poetic praise to keep you high on orgasm for longer than your ego appreciated.

"Aw, baby doll," He chuckled faintly against your cunt, a smile stretching across his lips when you squirmed and whined when his stubble brushed along your sensitive thighs. "You still wanna take my cock, don't you?"

"Yes." Your mother would be ashamed at how fast you answered the pirate, who merely chuckled again and lifted you into his arms.

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#OOHMAMI! g. suguru

☆ sum. cuban link, diamond cross—you’re a big fan of suguru geto, the top street racer in tokyo. he doesn’t wanna win any more races, he wants to win you this time. keep at it and he might have to fuck you on the highway.

wc. 5.7k

warnings. fem! reader, street racer! geto, pwp, unprotected, suguru has a (dick) piercing / tats, semi-public, riding, brief ōral (f! receiving), you get eaten out his window lol, overstim, dirty talk, praise, size kink, impact play, petnames, drive safe.

an. chase atlantic inspired me ¯\_(ᵕ—ᴗ—)_/¯

“you, yeah you. wanna ride?”

stop thinking dirty, stop thinking dir—

you stop dead in your tracks, hearing the deafening vrooming of a certain nissan skyline gtr along with a raspy deep voice. you knew that voice, in fact you’d be a fool not to recognize the voice of the suguru geto, infamous street racer who’s won more races around the world than you could count. he’s got a big hand on the steering wheel with his dark purple helmet cracked open. growing pathetically sheepish, you could barely get any words out before you start to feel your feet gradually dragging toward his rumbling car.

“really?” you mumble, barely even pressed up against his tinted window and you could smell his loud rich cologne from there. you couldn’t help but fangirl—and oh, did he look so much better in person. geto’s got pretty long tresses of black hair that’s usually down, but in every race it’s always pinned back. a few loose strands run down his face, peeking out of his helmet and his glove grips tightly against his bedazzled steering wheel that had ‘s. geto’ carved into the material as it flawlessly spiraled around the wheel.

“reaaally,” he tauntingly repeats your word, cocking his head to get a better look at you. you could smell the thick puffed smoke that weeps out of his silvery flashy tailpipes and he hums. slouching back against his seat manspread, his foot eases off from the break and you watch as the flashy racer’s seat flies open on its on, and you step in. “i take it you’re here to see the race?”

no, no you weren’t.

you couldn’t lie to yourself—you were here to see the race, but you were to here to see geto also. you’ve only seen him during his interviews, magazines, and sometimes on tv where his races would be broadcasted for the entire world to see.

but, you managed to snag enough money to actually see him in the flesh.

without a second thought you make your way inside. on the inside, you were screaming. you were currently living every one of his fangirl’s dream. immediately once you sit down, you’re surrounded by the balmy welcoming warmth of his beloved str. you assumed it was an older model but he made it work anyway — it had cushioned seats with blaring speakers and oh, the smell . . it’s almost as if the vehicle had a signature cologne scent of its self. it’s really masculine and it makes your thighs squeeze together once you recline back a bit. his seats warmed up your backside automatically and you glance around the rest of the car, taking in its glitzy beauty.

it’s pretty, you’ve only seen pictures. ogling near his rear view mirror, you see fuzzy dice dangling as he’s adjusting it. the rest of the cars usually gathered near the meet up spot before the race actually starts.

“she’s pretty, isn’t she?” geto snickers, noticing you gawking at the inside of his car.

indeed, you heard about how geto built this entire thing from scratch. before doing street racing as a little side hustling hobby, he used to be a mechanic. a well known one, but that wasn’t as fun as actually racing.

geto tosses an arm behind the head rest of your seat, preparing to go in reverse. “had her for about two years. haven’t lose a match, since.”

“not one?” you murmur, wanting to call his bluff. sure, you’ve never seen anyone covering him losing a match but that was a bit hard to believe.

“doubtin’ me, sweetheart?” he rasps, and you feel the rough jittering of the car. geto’s backing up safely, curving his wheel briefly to drive out of one of his many garages.

sweetheart, you don’t know why but that single pet name had you feeling hot for a moment. once your eyes dart back toward him for a split second, you spot a toothpick sticking out from the corner of his crooked lips. he’s so pretty — he’s got a natural smirk that’s tugging against the corners of his lips. as he starts to drive toward the starting point for the highly anticipated race, a gloved thumb taps against his furry steering glimmering wheel. with a low hum, he glances at you. “seatbelt, silly girl.”

shit, you snap on your seat belt moments later and notice even his signature’s all over his seatbelt covers. ‘suguru geto’ in bright bold letters.

drafty air wafts against your skin as he’s still creating distance with just a few miles. once he reaches near the starting line, you hear his foot tapping against the break.

one, two, three . . three, two, one . . he’s bored.

geto positions his rear view mirror for the millionth time before noticing you zeroing your eyes at his gear shift that glistens from the dozens of rhinestones that glue against the cover. countless diamonds stick up and down the leather skin of the handle and it’s so pretty.

“hold on, sweetheart,” geto purrs, his eyes slowly locking onto the flagger that’s stood in front of the row of cars.

geto’s still got a firm hand gripped onto his wheel, his right foot just barely hovering over the gas. come on, he just wanted to get it over with. you could almost smell the competitiveness dripping from his body.

it was intense, you could almost feel the anticipation as if you were in the driver’s seat. the tall woman that’s dressed in nothing but sheer black carries a hefty checked flag, swaying it in the air every few seconds. as she safely spaces herself between the cars, she does it two more times and you realize it’s almost time for take off.

the cars that were lined up beside and next to geto start to rev their engines and so does he. it’s a roaring groan, and his rousing wheels burn into the hardened cement, his gold pipes coughing up clouds of purple smoke. geto gives his wheel one more tap with his thumb before glancing at you with a cunning grin. “lie back, i take off pretty fast, heh.”

and he wasn’t kidding.

the moment the flagger does a final up-down sway motion with the flag, all race cars accelerate quickly past the starting point. you sink back into the plushy seat as he meanly yanks back his stick shift.

his engine’s loud, and within seconds he’s already in the lead. it’s like he wasn’t even trying. frantic turbo spits through his rusted pipes and you can feel his car speedily pass through each poor vehicle that tries to get in his way.

vroooooom, he’s flying by each checkpoint and you could almost smell the adrenaline that’s coursing through his pulsating veins.

the thrill . .

you felt it all ghost through your own veins, feeling the frigid air roaming through his vents tickle against the hairs that stand up on your arms. geto makes a few sharp turns, keeping an eye on the time every so often. his personal best was around five minutes and seventy-seven seconds. with a coarse grip, he’s tilting his steering wheel while the thunder of his engine growls louder and louder within each whizzing mile.

over time though—you can’t help but be a bit nosy. your eyes shift toward the racer and god, you’re just now noticing how handsome he was.

geto usually wore sweats along with his street gear. he didn’t have to wear his helmet but he preferred it just in case. its all black with a splash of purple—you can see his signature lazily signed near the very top. outlined beside his name was a curling design of smoke. the part where he sees through was all darkly tinted so you could hardly see his face unless you squinted or he took it off.

it’s like it added more to his appeal in a way. he sat manspread and doing so, it gave you a one way ticket to stare straight down at his barely hidden bulge.

fuck, your mind started to ponder. you had so many unanswered questions. isn’t it painful driving around that hard—

“hey,” your raunchy thoughts get rudely interrupted and you don’t even realize how many minutes had passed from you being cooped up in your own lewd fantasm. geto’s driving a bit slower now, around sixty mph instead of his usual two hundred. he’s way in the lead, first place. one hand’s lazily on the steering wheel and he fakes a yawn.

oh he’s cocky.

with a quick glance out his mirror, he knew the other cars were far behind him and he now starts drifting near the freeway. with an intrigued hum, he notices just exactly what you were staring at. his lap. “don’t tell me this was the ride you thought i meant, sweetheart.”

“i—”

it’s like his cologne got louder.

you choked on your words, wondering if you were hearing right. suguru, the suguru geto was flirting with you?

and the thing that got you the most was that he wasn’t even looking at you anymore—every few seconds, you’d lock eyes against him near the ear view mirror, feeling hot once his eyes slowly rove down your figure through his dark tinted helmet.

not only was his cologne loud but so were your thoughts—shamelessly, you did think he was referring to that kind of ride minutes earlier.

and the more you stared at his hardened bulge through his grey sweats, the more you started to think. .

but, little did you know your dirty wish would be granted.

not even a few moment later, you’d find yourself fucked - literally.

geto positions you on his lap, halfway pulling down his loose sweats just so you could ride something else entirely.

instead of riding just his car — you rode his dick, and fuck was he just ridiculously big.

too big, and he knows it. geto groans once he’s buried full inside, lodging his thick cock in between your slimy gummy walls. “shit,” he’d hiss, his head occasionally tossing back once the ring piercing that’s stuck on his tip tap tap tap’s away against your precious g-spot. it swirls all around the inside of your cunt and your thighs struggled to stay open. it tickles, but you were far from laughing. he’s so big, easily rearranging your insides and be barely even had to move a muscle.

he’s ruthless - but your hips were even more ruthless though, far more.

geto knew all too well that this was dangerous—just one swerve from the swerving stimulation of bodies smacking against his and game fucking over.

you moan, burying your face into his neck as your hips continue to move against him. he’s still burning gas as your cunt’s just merrily drooling all down his length from each slapping thrust.

belatedly, your brows furrow, almost forgetting why you even showed up to this event. well, part of why you came. “f- fuck, what about t- the race?” you speak in a breathy tone, your tempo becoming more and more relentless. the salaciously enticing jerk of your unsteady hips gradually turn into rough unstable bounces and he kisses his teeth. geto feels the convulsing veins that run down his cock pulse right through him and between your walls, you feel it too.

“oh, sweetheart,” he huffs, his back of his helmet hitting against his headrest. looking at you with hazy hooded eyes, he flashes you a sleazy grin. “technically, i already won,” and you gasp, feeling him reach a gloved hand down between your rickety thighs. his touch was so gentle, you felt yourself shuddering from both twin digits that drag further down your chest. he cups one of your bouncing tits that pop out of your tank top, brushing a thumb against your sensitive nipple. “god, what a pretty fuckin’ body. look at you girl,” and he’s still got a hand on the steering wheel.

a trembling whimper dies out your throat at the feeling of his swollen fat cockhead vigorously thrusting in and out of your dribbling entrance.

you’re just so soaked. it’s like you can’t help but be sopping wet on his lap and he loves it. sloshes of sobs echo out of your pussy and your legs pathetically quaver directly on top of him.

both of you groan in complete unison and a big hand of his creeps further down, giving your ass a teasing squeeze. “fuuucck, reel those nasty hips. ride it baby, ride me, yeah,” and you hear the grumbling revs of his engine ring against your ears louder. it makes the entire car shake a bit despite him pushing down a few miles. with widened dewy eyes staring at the back of his car, you squint, seeing dozens of cars trying to catch up to geto.

they didn’t have a chance,

they looked like tiny splotching dots in the far distance. geto even had the audacity to not do his usual speed and yet he was still dusting the other racers.

typical.

“s- suguru,” you whine, the undersides of your thighs sticking against him. each time you bounced back on his cock, each ruthless ‘pap pap pap’ of your skin mashing against his and the clingy recoil never fails to leave you brain dead for a few seconds. he’s so thick. you swivel your hips around him, gasping every time his dick piercing scrapes against your clit. the cold material makes a good portion of your thighs quake and you can’t help but coo out a few sweet ‘ooh’ or ‘ah’s right next to the shell of his ear. your panties were lazily shoved to the side and he didn’t even bother taking them off.

yet.

“so fuckin’ big, shiiiit.” you’d whimper, trying to swerve your way all around him. he’s just too big, you were even surprised he fit. you had to go down slow, aligning yourself against him — every few seconds his cock would pop out of you, making that cute squelch sound that makes his suck his teeth in annoyance.

“mhm, ‘n you’re takin’ it so well. you’re a big girl, fuckin’ take it,” he rasps in a hushed tone, nipping a few teeth near the inside of your neck. his helmet along with his toothpick ends up falling near the side of his seat with a loud thud.

your hips were killer.

unlike any opponent he’s had to go up against. you’re happily squeezing around him like a vice, taking in his curved inches like a champ. “f- fuck, who taught you how ‘ta ride? heh, tryna give me a run for my money, hm pretty?”

your whiny moans only pitch louder once he grips a nice chunk of your ass with one hand, peering at his bedazzled dash. the speed was a bit over one fifty now but it didn’t even feel like it.

“ugh, ‘m gonna cum,” you gasp, growing more and more dumb the faster you bounced on his heavy throbbing cock. his peeling sack hangs from underneath and he’s so swollen, you feel it.

maddened angry balls entirely reddened and puffed up from the delicious stimulation. with every sharp pull of your hips bouncing up and down, he feels himself shriveling — he’s so sensitive inside of you, and he can almost taste his own pleasure. whilst you continue to twirl your ass around in rotation for him, you couldn’t help but shamelessly salivate at the thought of imagining just how full he might be.

“sugu—fuuuckk,” and a bead of sweat races down the side of your face. geto’s primarily focusing on the road, it’s an easy straight shot and with how it was practically the middle of the night it wasn’t that many cars except for the one’s participating in the annual street races.

“bet you are. sloppy girl,” he huffs, groaning at the echoing loud smacks of your ass. you’re mercilessly clamping down his lap over and over, preparing to gush all over the dick that’s currently nestled inside of you. he’s got such a mouth watering curve of his cock that makes your stomach twist and churn.

the kind of curve that doesn’t involve his motor vehicle, that kind.

geto’s dick knew how to do swerves on its own, it even knew how to carve an entire bumpy race track allllll through your insides with his fat pink tip. “touch yourself, pretty. gimme a show before you mess up my fuckin’ seats.”

you could hear the sass in his voice along with a drip of vex and you’d giggle if you weren’t being ruthless stuffed full of inches. “o- okay,” you breathe through clenched teeth, guiding your hands up and down your body. geto’s dark eyes stare at you intently.

he stared at the way your hands caress your pretty plump tits, feeling down the valley of your exposed chest. his eyes flicker toward you then back at the road, then at you again - he repeats it, feeling his own muscles starting to tighten through his clothing. “ngh, suguru. can’t hold—”

your addictive slams against his cock got more intense until he’s fully buried balls deep inside of your squeezing cunt. you hear the saturated plops that’s squealing out of your pussy and you can’t even believe that’s you that’s sounding like that.

your poor sweet cunt was louder than his radio, completely shrieking over some random chorus of a heavy metal song you didn’t even know was playing in the background.

“fuck, cum then. cum on me, girl,” he grunts, one hand grabbing a nice fat piece of your ass again before spanking it.

you moan, the sharp brief twinge of elation sending you a shiver that immediately sends convulses between your thighs. lewd filthy thoughts foil at your brain and pretty soon, the car steams up with steamy clouded fog.

erratic sharp breaths match each other’s pace and you’re left breathless. geto feels your legs on the verge of giving out and he snickers, bringing a gloved hand to stroke against your sopping pussy. “go on, don’t be shy. should make ya lick up the mess later anyway.”

whimpering, your release comes and fuck, a sharp scream ripples out from your throat once you’re finally coming undone on his cock. the wrinkled skin of his base continues to stick against his sack due to you bouncing against him.

it’s hot, literally.

with both plush mounds of skin harshly plummeting on top of each other, the heat of the car made it feel like the air conditioner wasn’t even on. “thaaat’s it, work those hips, goddamn,” and abruptly, he cuts off from his words after feeling his mushroom tip reach a certain spongey spot that’s buried way inside of your gripping walls.

you gasp once you feel him throb inside with a soft upward shimmy of his hips. milliseconds later, your thighs collapse down on him and you feel yourself succumbing. you’re creaming down his shaft with your slippery slick while at the very same time, struggling to catch your breath. as you weakly try to continue your grinding with your feeble knees, geto uses a single hand to quickly make a detour.

he was close.

the race car makes a swift turn to the left lane, driving a few more miles before he then turns the opposite direction — pulling over safely. with a cooing skrrrrt, his rubber tires come to a cruising stop and geto groans, gripping at his tensing bouncing thigh with his glove. the finish line was just a few feet away but he could care less.

once he puts his car in park, geto falls back into his seat with own sable dark eyes flickering back to the very depths of his skull.

you rode him good, good to the point where he doesn’t even know what to say for a hot second. blinking twice, geto smears his glossed lips together before exhaling, “phew,” and he swats another palm against your ass. black unkempt strands of hair tape against the center of forehead like glue whilst he’s finally got a good grip on your hips. “fuck, ‘m gonna cum too,” and your puffy folds continue to dribble with honeyed slick.

you’re damping his cock and the squelches you make, they were loud.

so wet and slimy. he could listen to it all day, just the sound of your sweet cunt whimpering out sweet sloshes of nothing. the overwhelming sensitivity leaves a sourly candied taste in your mouth and you whine, feeling him squeeze a hand against your right hip. with a raspy out of breath tone, he strokes a thumb underneath your quivering bottom lip. “ ‘s okay if i cum inside, pretty?”

“y- yeah, please,” you babble out in broken cries, feeling your tummy frantically heave in and out.

as he grabs your hips, steadying you—you intake a breath, remembering how many inches he was buried inside. your tummy tucks inward and you whimper, feeling him preparing to shoot pure blanks. with a size like his, geto’s cock never failed to leave its sloppy infamous mark.

you’re just marveled at how fat his tip is, it’s voluntarily french-kissing up against sweet beloved cervix that’s screaming out curses just as much as you. he’s got two hands on your veering hips, smooth fabric of his racing gloves sliding up and down your wobbly. with pouty compressed lips, you moan, bringing your hands to grab onto his shoulders. “cum, cum in me—fuck.”

geto huskily groans, tossing his head back once your hips zealously reel into him right as he gives you the final perfunctory thrust that finishes him off. immediately, he’s shooting out ribbons of hot cum that pour into you. you’re panting as he slows down, glossy eyes raking at his body. you could see a bit of his tatted sleeves peek from underneath his shirt - his tense muscles bulging.

“god, better take all of it,” he groans, pretty black lashes sticking against his droopy hooded sockets.

it spurts out slowly but surely.

globs and globs of frothy cum bubble down the swollen sides of his cock and you feel it all. it’s toasty and warm and as he’s pouring his all into you, painting your gummy walls his pristine-white color, you couldn’t help but lean in.

geto’s matching your breathy irregular pants before he feels your trembling lips crash onto his. “mmf,” he moans against your lips, tilting his head back slightly to a certain attractive degree. a hand of his reaches toward his radio, turning the middle notch all the way down just to hear the squelches of his own seed slobbering down your slick cunt.

he tastes sweet. you moan at the lingering taste of fresh cooling mint that lives on his tongue, feeling his hands tighten around your waist.

oh, he’s obsessed—

screw the race by this point, all he wanted at this moment was you.

geto’s still got such a large load that’s dumping into you raw and it even oozes down past your thighs, a few creamy droplets plopping down on his velvet seats. he grunts, both twisting tongues ferociously tangling against each other whilst your pussy’s still squeezing down on him like a vice. a glossed translucent ring forms around his base and he feels you trying to touch yourself with two curious fingers.

with a slight smack, he swats your hand away and you whine in his mouth. “heh, hands to yourself,” you pout because earlier he let you touch yourself but now, no. he teases, breaking away from the hot kiss. a stringy cobweb of saliva tears back from both lax plump lips before he playfully nibbles on your chin. geto notices how slumped out you were and a broad open hand of his crawls between your legs. “ooooh,” and he lifts you up from his swollen flaccid cock, gazing at just how much of a fill he’s pumped into you. “well look at that,” and you whimper, feeling him strum a thumb down your drooling cunt. “would be a shame if it all went to waste,” then he quirks a brow, sliding a tongue across his lips. “princess, stick your head out the window for me real quick.”

“out the wind—”

and not even seconds later, you find yourself literally being bent over, halfway hanging out of his rolled down tinted window. geto wasn’t done, at least not yet.

your sheeny glossed lips immediately part into an ‘o’ as a sweet gasp leaves your lips. with clammy hands, they grip onto the edge of his window and you whimper once he delves his long tongue inside of your cunt. your fingers gripped against the window so hard that it ends up leaving dozens of your cute fingerprints against the tinted glass.

“oh my goddd,” you babble out in elongated sweet syllables. with your pretty eyes bulging, you gasp at feeling the tip of his tongue swirl all around inside of you.

geto lowly grunts, lapping his twitching pink muscle down your runny folds back and forth. between your legs—he’s a menace, and it was no prying him off.

at all.

he doesn’t even bat an eye at the simple fact that he’s eating his own cum out of you, unapologetically savoring the bittersweet taste that lands right on his flavored tastebuds. your legs were so weak and you can feel his warm breath continuously fan against and on your sopping folds as he chuckles.

“my my, look at her. this prize’s way better than some money,” he hums, using a leather thumbed glove to swipe down your entrance. he’s slow, dragging it all the way down just to watch spurts of your slick pop onto his digit. you’re just so wet, metallic fingers of his ghost further down your clit before you whine. geto sees your cunt pulsing from the sheer thrill and he snickers, smacking a palm right against your slobbering core. “she’s fuckin’ nasty today, yeah?” and his eyes flicker toward your drooling cunt, giving it a teasing suck. “mmph, listen to her with me, gorgeous,” and one spank against your pussy turns into one, then two, then three.

growing quiet, you listen to the weeping sounds purring out of your own cunt. so loud, so shamelessly loud. you could hear it and he barely even had to touch you. you’re drenching up his seats and you couldn’t help but bite your lip, feeling your heart pound ruthlessly out your chest. his tongue knew just where to go—it’s creating a path of its own, laying flat against your clit before sucking against every tender spot. your legs were on its final hinges. you felt like they were about to snap shut. you’re staring out the window, still not seeing any cars which was good.

if anyone saw you like this, being eaten out in this kind of position, you don’t know what would happen.

geto resumes to flick his long tongue down your swollen slit, lapping up the last few droplets of his own cum that tries to dribble down the crevices of your thighs. another final swat from his mean palm sets against your clit and you let off a cute squeal, your tummy instinctively caving in. “so much back talk from a pussy this fuckin’ sloppy. oughta teach it some manners, pretty girl,” he grumbles, and your eyes blissfully roll back once you hear him starting to sluuuurp.

geto had no shame — it was decided, this was far better than any race he’s ever had.

his teeth nip near the inside corners of your thighs before he trails back to munching on your clit, burying his nose deep. “mhm,” he groans, and it only takes a few seconds before his jaw finally locks. geto reaches down, giving his cock a few solid pumps. his pretty reddened tip was angry, it still had dried spurts of cum racing from the sides and he grunts at the memory of being inside of you only just a few minutes ago. whilst his face’s shoved right between your thighs—you don’t even realize you’re trying to reach back to grab onto his hair. you’re hesitant though, and he finds it cute. departing his wet slick lips briefly, a wry grin spreads against his lips. “kinky,” the dark haired man flicks a tongue across his lips, savoring your juices that smeared against his mouth. “don’t be shy. do it,” and you moan once he teasingly whistles against your pussy, kissing against your nub. “pull my hair girl. pull.”

you give it a good yank and his head pushes forward into you—geto’s lengthy tongue dips further inside your cunt and you whimper, gnawing the inside of your stiff jaw. “fuck,” you gasp, and as his tongue gradually curls various bubbly letters inside of your pussy.

it multitasks, continuing to send your entire body a plethora of fluttering butterflies. he was so sloppy, seeping from the corners of his mouth with your slick and just your slick. his head moving side to side eagerly and every few seconds, he’s got to flick away long shaggy strands of his hair. geto’s proudly devouring you entirely whilst you’re just literally hanging out his window.

“oh, come on. harder, sweetheart. even i can do better than tha—ngh.”

with more force, you tug roughly on his pretty black strands and you heard the most sluttiest moan pour from his lips. god, he was so close that you could literally feel that infamous smug grin spread against his lips. geto brings a fat round thumb to run down your drooling cunt, giving it a ‘good job’ kiss. “atta girl. that’s my girl.”

geto ends up coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of over and over and over again.

he’s mean with his tongue, slurping everything out of you until you had no more - nothing more to coal his chin with. his favorite thing to do was to playfully bite against your clit, feeling you writhe and shiver all because of his mouth.

you end up leaving his entire chin with a pretty stream of your syrupy slick. geto’s panting, falling back after talking you through your nth orgasm, and with a peek through his rear view mirror, he spots the remaining race cars that were finally approaching the finish line.

“ah, about time,” geto rolls his eyes, sliding his lips near the corner of his chin where a bit more of your slick laid.

he acted like it was nothing, like he didn’t just have his tongue shoved inches deep inside of your cunt, stuffing his race gloved fingers in and out of you until you gushed right down his lengthy thick digits. you’re just sat on his lap, and you’re too dumb to move an inch. “heh, comfy?” he purrs, dragging his seatbelt across both stacked bodies. you fall against his chest, inhaling his signature manly scent and feel the car jolt once he puts it back in drive.

needy silence was your only reply and he tsks, resting his chin on top of your head before driving toward the finish line. it was barely even a few feet away, and waiting there was a bunch of fans that were awaiting to greet their new winner.

geto couldn’t care less though—he had you on his lap and he could already feel himself bulging again.

he found it cute how you were just clinging onto him now.

maybe you were delusional—maybe it was the fangirl in you screaming, begging for more, but your body wasn’t just begging anymore, it ached for more.

he drives you back toward the car meet up spot, helping you fix back your skirt. with wobbly legs, you step out of the flaunting vehicle with the help of his burly arms wrapped around you. “t- thank you,” you pant, trying to catch your breath, even still. geto stands up tall and he completely towers over you. you feel so small all of a sudden, watching as he puts his helmet back on.

“anything for a fan,” he coos, and he brushes a thumb against your lips. just a single gesture just as that felt so intimate. your eyes lock with his for a long moment, and just before you could say anything more, he mumbles. “oh, you probably want an autograph?”

your eyes light up and you grow sheepish, awkwardly tugging on the vip-checked lanyard that wraps around your throat. “yeah, please.”

“such manners like a good girl, cute,” and you bring out a magazine with his face plastered on it as a headline for this week’s up and coming races in tokyo. “nah,” he waves it away, and as your brow quirks, he takes out a sharpie. geto slides the cap in between his teeth before he glances at you. “pull your shirt down real quick, sweetheart,” and without a second thought, you tug down the hem of your shirt, barely exposing your chest.

geto’s eyes rove down your skin before he swiftly signs right against your left tit. the ink softly runs against your skin and you gasp, watching as he marks up the upper part of your chest. “aaaand, perfect,” he concludes, adding a ‘xo’ at the end of his signature. geto puts the cap back on and he flashes you a sly expression. “so i’ll see you at the next race?”

he starts walking away before you could even reply and you feel the weight of your shaky legs grow heavy. “y.. yeah,” and with dewy eyes, you watch as he steps in his car, playfully revving his engine at you.

the cool air sets against your skin once more as you stood there with shaky legs. the car meet slowly gets more crowded as the rest of the racers pass the finish line.

but, your brows furrow once you realize you felt a bit . . . empty between your legs.

with a soft gasp, you squint near the inside of geto’s car before he pulls off.

hanging over his rear view mirror instead of the fuzzy dice you once saw—was nothing other than your panties,

his real prize.

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@sanjiaftersex this fucking post had me on the floor it was too accurate

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ʚ synopsis: Choso accidentally discovers that you can squirt and he’s determined to make you do it over and over again

ʚ cont: fem reader, rough sex, multiple orgasms, squirting, mating press, dirty talk, he talks you though it, inexperienced choso, unprotected sex, cumming inside

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The position he currently has you folded in is one that has you seeing stars behind your eyes. Your legs are folded against your body while Choso drops the weight of the bottom half of his body down onto your pelvis with each thrust, making his cock assault your sweet spot deep inside you to no end. It felt like your organs had molded to make room for Choso's cock.

His hard pelvis crushed yours each time he thrust into you, his hot skin smashing against your clit, making your walls spasm and squeeze around him ruthlessly. "God, you're so tight-" Choso gritted through his teeth, his hot breath tickling your neck as he whined and groaned against your skin. Each time he bullied his cock into your walls, you felt something coil itself tighter and tighter in your stomach.

It felt deeper and more intense than your usual orgasms, but you were being fucked with such force that you were unable to utter any words, only able to squeeze your arms tightly around your boyfriend's neck and cry choppy moans as he humped into you ruthlessly. "O-oh shit-" Choso's eyes twitched and his eyebrows furrowed as your jaw fell open, mouth forming a big O shape as the ball of tightness in your pelvis burst.

Choso placed his hands on the undersides of your knees and pushed his body up, allowing him to look at the mess you were making on his cock. His eyes opened in shock, his hips not even slowing a bit as he fucked streams of a white liquid out of your cunt. The feeling of you gushing out around him made him bite his lip between his teeth, his balls throbbing as he watched you have an orgasm like you never have before.

You gasped and breathed heavily as you struggled to come down from such an intense high. You placed your hands over your face, mortified and aware of what you just did. Choso paused his hips, relishing in the feeling of your tight cunt throbbing around him in the aftershocks of your orgasm as he struggled to comprehend what just happened. You'd never cum like that before.

A bead of sweat dripped down the side of Choso's face, sliding down his bare neck. His eyes were wide as he stared at your ruined cunt, a little swollen on the outside the force of his thrusts. His abdomen and balls were coated in your cum from when you squirted all over him, the liquid dripping down onto the mattress and joining the wet mess under your bodies.

"What… what was that?" Choso asked, slightly out of breath from how rough he was going. He kept you folded in that intense position, just using your cunt to cockwarm him as he waited for you to respond. Choso stared at your cunt for a few beats longer, and when you didn't respond he dragged his eyes up your body to find your face, which was covered by your hands. "Hey," Choso spoke, releasing the hold he had on one of your thighs, letting it fall over his own as he grabbed your wrist, trying to pull your hand away from your face.

"Baby, what was that? It was so hot, can- can you do it again?" Choso asked, replaying the moment you squirted on him over and over again in your head. You dropped your hands from your face and grabbed his wrist, averting eye contact. You felt your face burn with embarrassment at the thought of explaining what squirting was to him. It wasn't his fault he had little experience in bed and had never watched porn before.

"I just came… that's all." You tried to lie, not wanting to face the mortification of the conversation. Choso cocked his head to the side and looked down between your legs again. The wet spot underneath you had grown as your liquids had seeped into the sheets, making your mess look even worse. "I've never seen you cum like that," Choso responded, a bit skeptical. He felt his cock throb inside you, he wanted to make you do that again, he needed to.

"Fuck Cho…" You cursed, your face scrunching in discomfort. Choso wrapped his arms around one of your legs and placed it over his shoulder, keeping your appendage snug against his body. His cock jolted inside you as he pressed himself deeper, making sure the two of you were as close as possible. "Then, you can do it again right?" You reached out and placed your hands on his lower hips, resting them there.

You shook your head in embarrassment, not wanting to squirt again. "Why not?" Choso asked, almost sounding like he was pouting. "Cho, I squirted, that's what that was." Even after your explanation, Choso still had no idea what that meant, but he did know that both he and his dick liked the sound of it. "That's only happened one other time… when I was touching myself. It's so messy and embarrassing." You explained.

Choso's eyebrows furrowed together, he didn't understand why you thought it was embarrassing. You sure looked like you were feeling good when it happened, so why was it so bad? And the mess? Choso was never one to care about something like that, especially in bed. He fucked sloppily and came buckets all over you every time you had sex.

There was another thought Choso was having though. He was irritated that you had squirted without him, and hadn't told him you had done or could do such an amazing thing. "Well, I think it's hot. I wanna see you do it again please." Choso said, not giving you any time to respond before he pulled his hips back and fucked half of his cock back inside you.

Your nails dug into his hips at the unexpected stimulation. The man above you started at a quick and fast pace, the same one as before. "W-wait Choso-" You tried to cry but your moans fell on deaf ears as Choso's arms wrapped tighter around your leg, keeping you sturdy and close in proximity as he abused your cunt with his cock. You threw your head back against the pillows in pleasure, already feeling something start to well up inside you again.

Choso turned his head against your leg and opened his mouth to press sloppy kisses and lickes on your skin. His eyes were shut tight, eyebrows furrowed together as he molded your pussy to shape his cock. "A-ahhh-" Choso groaned in pleasure against your leg, biting the flesh there before pulling away and cracking his eyes open, looking down at your disheveled form.

"H-how, how do I make you squirt again? Will this help?" Without warning, Choso used one of his hands to rub quick, sloppy circles against your clit with his thumb, his other fingers and palm spread out on your thigh. "God wait- Choso not there-" You gasped, shaking your head back and forth against the pillow, gritting your teeth together.

Choso's choked moans could be heard in his throat, his ragged breathing making you feel dizzy from how hot he sounded. "Y-you're getting tight again, are you gonna squirt?" Choso asked, leaning forward over your body. He placed his hand next to your head to stabilize himself as he continued fucking into you, his thumb ruthlessly rubbing back and forth against your sensitive clit.

"Choso f-fuck, c-choso-" You could do nothing but cry and whine his name as he fucked you in that deep angle again, your one leg folding over his shoulder and dangling weakly by his head, your body limp from all the pleasure he was giving you. "Please squirt again, I wanna see it, I need it." He begged, adjusting his hips against yours so his cock was drilling impossibly deeper inside you.

"Don't be embarrassed i-its, okay, I got you, please just cum." Choso's words were doing wonders on your body. The same feeling of that tight, deep ball was forming inside your pelvis, reading to be released all over Choso and his cock once more. Your eyes could barely stay open as your body took in all the pleasure your eager boyfriend was forcing on you.

"Oh god- oh god-" You winced when you felt it ready to release, you bit down hard on your teeth, your lips parted to show your strained expression, your body going rigid against him all the while Choso kept fucking into you, working you right up to your breaking point. "Yeah, y-yeah yeah-" Choso groaned along with you, fighting the urge to not blow his load before you came.

His eyes were glued to where the two of you were connected as he waited to see that liquid gush from your cunt again. His jaw fell open in a silent scream when your cunt constricted tighter than the first time and that same liquid from before squirted out from around his dick. "Goddd- yesyesyes-" Choso groaned from between his teeth, shaking his head back in forth in disbelief as you squirted all over him.

Not long after you came, Choso followed your lead. His hips stuttered and paused against your cunt, pushing his cock as deep inside you as possible as his balls throbbed and he released load after load of his cum inside you. You shook and spasmed against him, feeling your insides grow warmer as he filled you up with his seed. Your leg slipped off of his shoulder, allowing him to collapse fully against your body as the both of you shook in the aftershocks.

You wrapped your arms around Choso's neck and whined when he weakly thrust his cock in and out of you, using your cunt to milk his balls dry. You were just starting to catch your breath before you heard Choso mumble something against your neck quietly. "Huh?" You managed to force out, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion when Choso pushed himself off your body and placed his hands on either side of your body, looking down at you.

His hair was disheveled, his face all the way down to his chest bright red, and his chest heaved as he fought to catch his breath. "Again." He said, louder this time. Your eyes widened in shock, surely he couldn't be serious, your body felt like jello, you didn't know if you had anything left inside you to give. "N-need you to do that again, just one more time." You swallowed harshly, trying to mentally prepare yourself for Choso's unsatiable cock to drill you all over again.

You felt him twitch inside you, already back to life even though it felt like he had released all he could give you from his balls. You winced and whined when Choso slowly pulled his cock out before pushing it back inside you, relishing in the warmth and gumminess of your now cum soaked walls.

The mess on the bed underneath you was not twice the size, and it was about to get worse when you felt Choso's cum force itself out from around his cock and drip down your ass, joining the mess. Choso found your eyes with his and waited for you to say something as he continued slowly pushing himself in and out of you "One more time." You whispered, holding your finger up in front of you, trying to look stern, but failing. A satisfied grin spread across Choso's features. "One more time." He repeated.

[ashthedumbfuck]

Pet Name Headcannons Masterlist

Sexy and Everyday 

A lot are redundant but like oh well lol 😂 I only have so much brain power lol 😂 🙄🙄

WARNINGS: 18+

*This is from my old account so it's the un-updated version since I first wrote it on Google Docs then like a dumbass kept updating on Tumblr lol *

This will be a MASTERLIST of snippets/one shots of them using the pet names!!!

Luffy - mami, mamas, mama, Y/N (I can not stress enough how much he would repeat your name!!) 

Zoro- woman, brat, whore, little girl, princess (in a taunting way-polar opposite to Sanji)

Sanji- my love, princess, daddy’s girl, good girl, pretty girl, mommy

Usopp- mami, babe, baby girl, baby, honey

Franky- darlin, sweetheart, honey, sweetie, baby, pretty lady

Law- baby girl, princess, my love, babe, Y/N (with how hot his voice is he would love saying your name!) 

Eustass- baby girl, kitten, pipsqueak, cock slut, bug, little mamas, cumdump, cry baby 

Killer- darlin, princess, baby girl, little one, baby

Doflamingo- dove, whore, messy girl , love (very rarely would he use ‘love’ but it would mean a lot) 

Sir Crocodile - baby girl, princess, my little slut

Smoker- darlin, sweetheart, love, honey, baby doll

Marco- birdie, mate, baby bird, songbird, little bird (birds birds BIRDS!) 

Thatch- honey, pumpkin, puddin, Angel cakes, sweet pea (food names cause he gives dad vibes 🤤)

Izou- my little cherry blossom, love, dear

Whitebeard-  love, dear, sweetheart, tiny thing, little thing, little one (anything pointing out his size and you can’t tell me no on this 🤣) 

Ace- darling, baby girl, princess, hot stuff, babe (firmly believe he will babe the shit outta you)

Sabo- my love, my dear, cock whore, dumb slut/bitch (just feel like he would love the harsh degradation 🤷‍♀️sorry not sorry 😬) 

Monkey D Dragon- love, dear, sweetheart (him groaning out sweetheart 😮‍💨)

Garp- little one, sweetheart, princess, bratty girl, dirty/messy girl, sweetie, darlin

Akainu- brat, princess, little girl, whore, cumslut, crybaby

Kizaru- lightning bug, my shining star, mamas, baby girl, sunshine (names involving light) 

Aokiji- ice princess, mama, babe, baby, snowflake 

Fujitora- wisteria, darling, my flower, rose, little peony, tiger lily (FLOWERS ALL DAY EVERYDAY!!! Whatever flower you can think of he’s calling you 😍🫶🏼)

Shanks- darlin, baby, baby girl, doll, baby doll, princess 

Benn- doll, baby doll, darling, love, princess

Mihawk- my dear, my love, naughty girl, princess, bloody princess (idk why I picture him speaking Spanish/ Italian saying princessa 😮‍💨😭🤤 idk if he speaks it but shit lol 😂 ) 

Buggy- superstar, rockstar, beauty queen, my diva, doll, clown whore, 

X Drake- mate, babe, baby girl, little one

Kaku- lil lady, sweetheart, darling, Raffe (short for giraffe 🦒)

Rob Lucci- Pretty Kitty, kitten, brat, whore, slutty kitty (no way he doesn't have a pet play fetish! ya can’t change my mind on this!)

Paulie- sweetie, pretty girl, darling, baby doll, princess, pretty mamas, my little whore, slut, naughty/dirty/messy girl (secret freak idc! I think he shamed Nami cause he’s a hidden pervert and she was making him feel some kind of way lol 😂 !)

King- my queen, my love, dear, little one, naughty thing

Kaido- little one, whore, brat, bad girl

Vinsmoke Bros- cock whore/slut, brat, woman, slutty puppy/kitty, good girl, pathetic slut, my little whore, mommy (hidden mommy kink!!!)

Red Leg Zeff- princess, sweetheart, kid, honey, doll, darling (old school lol )

*banner*

[ashthedumbfuck]

God, Finally

You're both tired of playing chicken each time you try to have sex.

Law x Fem Reader

Warnings: MATURE 18+, MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS INTERACTING WITH THIS POST WILL BE BLOCKED, fluff, fluff and smut, first time, soft law, mutual performance anxiety

Author's note This was born because I wanted to write a more realistic smut about the awkwardness that can sometimes come with sex for the first time, especially with someone as intricate and complex as Law.

Also posted on AO3

You wanted it.

Law wanted it.

Both of you made it very obvious that you wanted it.  Your flirtatious glances toward your stone-cold boyfriend tossed innocuously over the galley dining table, or the way Law formed the addicting habit of running his lanky, inked fingers across your waist when passing you through the tight corridors of the Polar Tang, unnoticed by anyone else on the crew, but scorching through your jumpsuit like a hot ember.  The intense love you had for each other was clearly reciprocated.  You often dreamt of moments spent with the raven-haired man under the thin sheets of his bed in his quarters, running your own hands along his defined shoulders or ghosting along his heavenly abdomen.  Likewise, Law would often use his time alone in the shower to release his feelings for you, utterly infatuated with every aspect of your body and soul.  The kindness of your heart was just as alluring as the way your favorite dress hugged your body like it was sculpted just for you, and Law couldn’t get enough.

And yet, despite all of the deep, intense feelings shared between the two of you, everything would dissipate the second things got moved to the bedroom.

The first time you and Law tried anything, you were straddled across his lap on his bed, his thin sheets and one lonely pillow tossed to the side as your lips ghosted over his collarbones in tandem with his hands working to remove the tanktop you wore under your boiler suit.  You had gotten as far as both of you being shirtless when things suddenly got awkward, as if a circuit breaker popped.  No spark between either of you.

You sat atop Law’s hips, no indication of arousal anywhere to be found below his waist.  You, similarly, felt nothing.  As your eyes locked with his confused, almost frightened, golden ones, all the sexual tension that had built up within the small metal confines of his private room was gone as if it was never there in the first place.

“You… uhm…” Law tripped over his words, and flushed a deep crimson after damaging his own ego with his obvious nervousness.  “You look nice.”

You blinked.  “Thanks…?”

Neither of you really knew what happened, but after you pulled your shirt back over your head and carefully hopped off of his mattress, the two of you didn’t speak for the rest of the day after that.  Things were pretty much back to normal after a few days of taking some time for each of you, and the next time you tried was about 10 days after your first failed encounter.

You were once again back in Law’s quarters, this time kneeling on the cold metallic floor as you gazed up at him with hungry, ravenous eyes.  Some dirty talk was successfully bounced between the two of you, and quite frankly, you were pretty desperate to suck his dick despite not yet having seen it for yourself.  Law was already enjoying the feeling of grabbing your hair in his fingers, loving the way your eyes fluttered shut with the sensation of his firm yet tender grip on your head to guide his lips to yours as he hunched over you.  You kissed your way through undoing the belt of his speckled jeans, pulling the faux leather through his belt loops and discarding the accessory to the side on the floor.  You made quick work of his button, then his fly, his hips lifting to allow you to shimmy his pants to his knees.  He was hard, painfully so, and his dick truly looked as pretty as you imagined it would.  

But when your lips finally separated from the steamy kiss and your focus was directed solely on his erection, all the confidence you had built up packed up its bags and said it was going out for cigarettes.  Your hands rested limp on Law’s thighs, his hands resting on the edge of the mattress.  He stared blankly at you staring at his dick.

“Is something wrong?” he asked.  He could already feel his own arousal leaving, blood once again flowing back to his brain.  With the extra oxygen, he started to worry if he was the problem.

“No, nothing’s wrong, I just…” you faltered, “I’ve never done this before.”

“Oh.”

Just like your first encounter, your second attempt ended in utter failure.  You awkwardly stood up, brushing invisible dust off of your knees before uttering a quick apology with your head dipped.  You quickly made your way out of his quarters, leaving Law sat befuddled, dick having gone completely flaccid in record time.

Two more additional, and equally as mentally painful, encounters happened since, and in the weeks that passed, the two of you started to develop your own individual anxieties.

Law was petrified that he was the problem.  He was worried that he was moving too quickly for you, being too forceful and making you afraid to speak up.  The last thing he wanted was to lose you over something so trivial, but he’d be lying to himself if he said he didn’t desperately want to finally lay with you.  He had kept it to himself that he has never had sex, though to most in his life that was obvious as he often drowned himself in his work and duties as a pirate captain without leaving much room for random hook-ups.  Until now, where he desperately wanted it.

You on the other hand, were anxiety ridden over the thought that Law would, in fact, leave you over something so trivial.  You kicked yourself each time you chickened out of an act, leaving your flustered boyfriend alone and frustrated.  The only thing holding you back was your lack of real experience beyond removing the clothes, and the uncertainty and unknown territory that came with made you jitter with nerves.  You would try to hype yourself up in the mirror in the crew washroom, lightly slapping your cheeks and pouting your lips and mouthing encouraging nonsense to yourself, only to see Law and end up only sleeping with him, and not actually sleeping with him.

You were getting tired of your own impatience, and Law was getting tired of being anxious.

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You woke up in the late morning to a beam of sunlight from the porthole in the crew bunkhouse tinting the inside of your eyelids dark red.  With a grumble, still fairly tired from your night watch shift, you sat up and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes.  On a typical day, the cloudless blue sky and warm weather of a spring island supply docking would be the perfect thing to lift your mood, but in the midst of your sexual frustrations, there was nothing to be content about.  You proceeded through your day as usual, assisting with upkeep of the submarine and helping the engineers with a few maintenance jobs that had been discovered after your latest underwater excursion.  It was this time spent alone with Ikkaku, both of you dirtied with sour oil as you dismantled one of the primary engines, that you couldn’t hold it in anymore.  You needed advice, desperately.

“Ikkaku, mind if I ask you something?” you began, casually, biting down your nerves.

“Of course, what’s goin’ on?” she replied.  

The two of you had formed a very close sisterly bond since you joined the crew, Ikkaku delighting in no longer being the only woman aboard a submarine crawling with men.  You were able to talk about anything with each other without shame or embarrassment.  And yet, the flustered feeling that tingled in your cheeks as you processed how to ask your question alerted your curly-haired crew mate to your desperation almost immediately.

Ikkaku leaned over in her dirty boiler suit, bumping her shoulder with yours.  “Relationship trouble?”

“Yeah,” you grumbled, hand gripping a torque wrench and slowly tightening a lug nut on the engine in front of you.  “It’s really embarrassing to ask, but…” your voice trailed off, tongue tying as you fought tooth and nail with your own vocabulary for how to voice your concern.  “How do you know when you want to have sex?”

The look Ikkaku gave you didn’t help your feelings of inadequacy, but she was clearly trying to maintain a neutral expression.  “Can I ask what you mean by that?  Did something happen?”

“Any time Law and I try to… you know…” your wrench slipped out of its hold on the nut, and you grumbled.  What an ironically fitting allegory.  “We just end up chickening out at the last minute.  I feel like there’s something wrong with me and I’m scared that he’s going to get fed up.”

Ikkaku nodded, focused on your words as well as her own work.  “So you’re a virgin?”

You huffed.  “Yes.  Unfortunately.”

Ikkaku chuckled, but tossed you a sympathetic glance.  “Hey, it’s nothing to be ashamed about, seriously.  We’re all busy pirates, we’ve all come from crazy lives, no one is expected to have sex at a certain time.  There’s no sense in rushing something like that.”

You smiled at her words of reassurance, but that nagging anxiety still clawed to the forefront of your brain.  “But even when we do have time, why do I always end up chickening out?  And why does he?  I feel like he’s disgusted with me.”

“That can’t be it.  He looks at you like you’re the most perfect thing to walk on this planet, and everyone can see it.”

Blood rushed to your face at the revelation of Law’s longing glances apparently being public knowledge amongst the Heart Pirates.

“Clearly you really want to take that next step with him, but I think the anticipation of it being some grand life-changing event might be scaring you off from the moment.”  Ikkaku spoke freely, and her words did make sense.  She continued.  “I know there’s a big expectation of having sex as soon as possible, but that’s just not the reality most of the time.  If sex is something that you feel that you need, and that feeling is mutual, then the moment will come naturally with time.  And if it turns out that you realize it’s an attraction that you don’t feel, then that’s fine too!”  The brunette adjusted her seat on the floor, crossing her legs and grabbing a dirty rag off to the side to wipe her muddied hands on.  “The anxiety of the expectation is scaring you, basically.”

Your eyes were clearly widened at the revelation, as a hearty laugh left Ikkaku’s lungs at, what you assumed was, the dumbfounded expression on your face.  Your shoulders hunched and you stared forward, all of your emotions suddenly making a lot more sense.  All you could successfully mutter in response was a quiet, “Huh.”

“Did I get it right?” she inquired, leaning over to you and laying her head on your shoulder, a bright smile on her lips.  

You laughed at her gesture, leaning back into her.  “I think you did, actually… Do you think it’s the same thing for him?”

Ikkaku nodded affirmatively without hesitation.  “Oh, absolutely.  This crew is full of horny dudes stuck on a submarine together, you hear the way some of them talk.  Between you and me, I know Law’s never had sex either, and the things he hears from his own crew about ‘men needing to have sex as soon as possible’ and the like,” she gestured her statement with air quotes, “It messes with his head and makes him all anxious.  He clearly wants to do anything to make you happy, and I bet his own anxiety is inhibiting him from taking the next step.”

Something clicked in your mind once more at that moment.  You knew Law had performance anxiety in battle, you had not only seen it once or twice, but had heard plenty of stories from his crew about his inability to maintain self control when around certain people.  The thought of him having performance anxiety in the bedroom, with you, made your heart ache.  You zoned back in, locking your eyes with Ikkaku who was gazing at your face to examine your expression.

She tapped her oily finger on the forehead, leaving a slight smudge.  “I’m probably right!”

You laughed, taking the clean heel of your palm and pressing it to her forehead to wipe the smudge off of her skin.  She yelped in response, laughing along with you.  “Thank you Ikkaku, really.”

“Of course, that’s what I’m here for!”

The two of you continued your work with light conversation bouncing back and forth, and as you packed up your tools to head to the galley for dinner, Ikkaku tapped your thigh when you stood.

She gazed up at you, brown eyes twinkling mischievously.  “Get that dick, sister.”

“Shut up!” you bantered back, hiding your flustered face from view as your friend boldly laughed.

You began the fairly long trek from the engine room to the galley, which was two floors above you and on the complete other end of the submarine.  You stashed your tool box in a nearby maintenance closet before continuing your walk, rubbing your oil-stained hands on your jumpsuit.  It was almost laundry day, anyway.  As you rounded the corner into the confined space where one of the many ladders was kept, you bumped into the very man who set your heart racing.

Law was clearly caught off guard by your sudden appearance as well, having just climbed down the ladder and was turning around as you appeared.  Red instantly tinted his cheeks, but he paired it with a very faint smile at your presence.  “I was just about to get you for dinner, I didn’t want you to get too lost in your work.”

“Get me?” you asked, smiling.  “How thoughtful!  I just finished up, actually.”

“That’s good,” he responded, voice quiet.  You stepped further into the ladder well, making an attempt to reach your hand out toward a metal rung before Law’s wrist stopped you.  You gazed at him.

“Can we talk after dinner?  In my quarters?”  Before you had a chance to grow anxious over the ambiguousness of his words, the raven-haired man leaned down to press a warm kiss to your jaw.  “I’m not breaking up with you, I promise.”

You laughed, worry immediately seeping out of you.  “Thank goodness,” you sighed in relief.  “Of course.”

It was only then that Law gestured for you to climb the ladder, following close behind you.  You yelped when he poked a lanky finger into the plush of your ass cheek through your boiler suit, and you playfully batted his hand away.  Despite the (assumed) shared anxiety of your escapades behind closed doors, you were relieved and thankful that your relationship hadn’t soured in any way.  Law was truly too good for you.

The walk to the galley and dinner with a few of the crew members was filled with idle chit chat about your days, but you couldn’t miss the way Law’s knee was constantly bouncing with urgency.  He finished his meal first, making his way toward his quarters.  You waited a few moments to follow him, not wanting to draw suspicion from your crewmates.  Everyone knew you were in a dedicated relationship with their captain, but you liked to avoid any awkward comments when you could.  You made your way to Law’s room quicker than you thought you would, floating on your feet with nervous anticipation.

Law, meanwhile, was so anxious his hands were shaking in his bespeckled pockets.  He was unsure whether or not to tell you that he had a very emasculating conversation with Shachi and Penguin earlier in the day about what they referred to as his, “Intense performance anxiety.”  He didn’t appreciate that his feelings had a dedicated term, but he also couldn’t deny that their entire conversation made a whole lot of sense.  Despite his two best friends’ track record of being fairly immature about contact with women, they were surprisingly helpful in getting him to unpack why he would shut down any time he gazed at you without your clothes on.  While it made him feel like a pervert, Penguin was quick to shut down this feeling and chalked it up to, once again, Law’s built-in self-deprecation.

“It’s not your fault that you have performance anxiety, you just gotta talk it out!” Penguin had said, surprisingly emotionally intelligent.

Law made a mental note to sincerely thank the two of them at some later date.

You were quick to catch up to the taller man, rounding the corner just as he opened the door to his quarters.  He grinned nervously as he held the door open for you, watching as you scampered inside.  He closed the door behind him, subtly locking it.  You kicked off your work boots and shrugged off your dirty boiler suit, tucking it safely away in the corner of his room so none of his belongings would get soiled by the oil that still remained on your clothes, before approaching his bed and sitting on the edge of the mattress.  Law sat next to you, gazing at his hands, tattooed thumbs anxiously fidgeting.

“Take your time,” you said quietly, leaning over to nudge him.

“Thanks,” he replied in a hushed tone, the ghost of a smile fleeting over his face.

You patiently sat next to him, gazing at your own hands before he finally spoke up.

“So, I learned something today,” he began.

You picked your head up.  “Go on…”

“Penguin said I have ‘performance anxiety.’”  He used two fingers to gesture air quotes.

You tried to calm your nerves.  Ikkaku’s voice in the back of your head was right on the money.  He was just as nervous about the potential of disappointment as you were.

“I learned something today, too,” you added.

Law turned his head to face you.

“Ikkaku told me that I’m ‘scared of disappointing you.’”  You gestured your own air quotes, a melancholic smile on your face.

Your eye contact with Law lasted for a few brief moments before you burst into a nervous fit of giggles.  Law couldn’t help but follow suit, his own silent chuckle making his shoulders bounce as he hid his small grin behind his fist.

“Guess we’re both all messed up,” he sighed, studying your expression.

You hummed.  “I really did realize that today, though.  I never wanted to keep chickening out of being closer to you…” you took a deep breath before continuing.  “I’ve just never had sex before, and I think I really was inherently scared that I would disappoint you, or not be good enough.”

Law nodded, bowing his head and lowering his hand to dance his fingers over your own.  “Yeah… me too.”

A silence that was slightly less awkward now permeated the space, and you shuffled closer to your boyfriend.  He embraced the warmth that radiated from your body, finding solace in the way you sent electric chills up his spine.

“I’m glad it’s mutual.  I know that sounds bad, but it makes me feel less… inadequate?” you added.

“You’ve never been inadequate,” Law replied.  He was about to add that he was the inadequate one, but Shachi’s stern voice bounced around Law’s skull that said ‘BE CONFIDENT IN YOURSELF.’  Law knew you loved him for everything he was, so who was he to tear himself down like that when you only saw his flaws as the things that made him so beautiful?  He wanted to finally make you understand that as well.

“Thank you, Law.”  You dipped your head into his shoulder, nuzzling into his neck.  “You’ve been so patient with me.”

“Likewise,” he whispered, hand above yours moving to lace your fingers together.  His heart was beating madly in his ribcage.  If one were to tell him earlier that day that he’d be metaphorically pouring his heart out for you later that evening, he would’ve scoffed in response, and yet here he was.  As foreign as the feeling of being vulnerable still was for him, he was finding it easier and easier to open himself for you, expose everything inside him for you to consume.  A year ago, or even some months ago, he would shut down that notion with a firm scowl and reinforce the concrete walls around his soul, but you would only break through them with something stronger.  And he loved that about you.  He loved you so deeply, more intimately than any other love he had ever felt.

He stiffened slightly when you moved your head out of the crook of his shoulder, your hairs dancing along the sensitive skin of his neck.  You picked your head up, and planted a deep kiss on his lips.  He watched through half-lidded eyes as your own fluttered closed, releasing your hand from his grasp in order to lace your arms around his neck.  You were pushing into him so deeply that he felt as though you were trying to fuse yourself to him.  Who was he to say no to such a request?

His hands found purchase on your waist, squeezing the flesh of your belly through your shirt.  A sound, something between a giggle and a moan, left your mouth, and you pulled away from the kiss with an embarrassed smile.

“That tickled,” was all you said.

With your arms still draped around his shoulders and neck, you let gravity pull you down onto his bed, Law following you willingly, supporting himself above you with his forearms next to your head as he captured your lips in a kiss that took your breath away.  The feeling of his lips, slightly chapped yet scorching like a flame, and the faint taste of coffee that always lingered on his tongue was already addicting, but even more so when he parted his teeth and captured your bottom lip in a gentle, teasing graze before diving in for more.

Law’s heartbeat tripled when he felt you smile against his mouth, a grin so delightfully beautiful that he wished he could kiss you for the rest of his life.

(Who was stopping him from fulfilling that wish?)

Running out of oxygen, which he knew he desperately needed in his current state of pre-arousal, Law pulled away from your lips and chuckled warmly at the whine you released from your lungs.  His golden eyes analyzed every detail of your face, your eyes half open, gazing up at him as if he was the only thing in the world that mattered to you.  The way your cheeks were warm with your flush, radiating to his own skin, and the way your lips were kiss-swollen and pouting for more.

“God…” Law groaned.  “I need you so bad.”  In any normal circumstance, he would be humiliated at himself over his brazen statement and attitude.  This was not a normal circumstance, and he was finally ready to relinquish that notion.

“Then take me, Law,” you responded, voice so light and airy that it was almost a whisper.  “Finally take me, please.”

Once again, however, Law felt himself falter.  “Really?��

Instead of growing frustrated, which his pent up anxiety told him you would, you huffed out a bright laugh.  “Yes, Law, yes!  You just kissed my brains out, we can’t play chicken again.”  You finished your statement by lifting one of your legs, slotting it in between Law’s thighs and brushing over the swollen spot at the front of his jeans.  The man above you sucked in a breath.

“Okay… okay we’re doing this.”

“We are.”

“And you’re really okay with it.”

With a light-hearted groan, you pulled the man back down into another fiery kiss, using the distraction to trail your hands from his waist to his chest, pulling his shirt up with you.  He adjusted himself so he could support his weight on his knees as he caressed your own skin through your shirt, his calloused hands forgoing their inked marks as they ran soothing touches across your abdomen, following your lead by pulling your shirt up and over your head.  You took advantage of sitting up yourself to loop your hands behind your back and unclasp your bra, lazily throwing it off the bed to join your two discarded shirts on the floor.  Your bold hands resumed their touches, leaving goosebumps over Law’s sun-kissed skin in their wake.  He kissed you with the rhythm of your fingers tracing the tattoo on his chest, gentle, tender caresses that had his heart, and the fluttering in his stomach, on overdrive.  If he was more coherent, he would be worried about his heart giving out.  In that same instant he shoved the feeling out of his head.  There was no need to be rational anymore, not when you lay before him with your upper half completely exposed to the cold air of his bedroom.

Law didn’t even realize that he was in the process of removing your shorts until you lifted your hips and allowed him to pull them down to your knees, and then fully off of your legs.  You gently pushed on his pecs to make him lean back and allow you to sit up, hands undoing the metal clasp of his belt and pulling it through the loops of his jeans.  It clattered to the floor, but you paid no mind as you were eagerly undoing his button and zipper.

Suddenly, your hands stopped yet again.  You nervously gazed up at him.

He gazed back down at you.

You shook your head, as if trying to rid yourself of anxious thoughts that floated around you like angry insects.  “Sorry, I’m still kind of nervous,” you muttered.

“It’s okay, I am too.”  Law’s hands ran down your arms before floating to your waist, squeezing your now-bare flesh once again.  “You’re perfect.  I love you.”

“Even if I haven’t shaved my legs in a week?” you asked.  Your tone was light, but Law could still pick up on the notes of insecurity that echoed through the air around you.

“You think I care about that?” he asked, voice tender.  He planted a chaste kiss to your lips once more, before pulling his body downward, leaving sugar-sweet kisses across your neck, breasts, stomach, and the waistband of your panties.  His hands caressed your thighs as he sat up once more, trying to ignore the red-hot pressure in his groin, not helped by his open button and fly.  “You’re so fucking beautiful.  Look me in the eye and tell me that you think I care about your body hair.  No one could’ve guessed that we’d be doing this right now, it’s not like you could’ve anticipated it.”  He squeezed the plump flesh on your thighs playfully to punctuate his words.

You laughed once again, your voice sweeter than the freshest honey, carrying colors Law had never seen before.  “You’re right, I know…”  You averted your eyes, smiling so brightly that your lower lids were creasing.  “Thank you, Law…”

A short-lived silence floated between your two bodies, before you pushed yourself up by your elbows yet again and continued with your initial quest of undoing his tight jeans and getting them off his body as quickly as humanly possible.  He eagerly helped you, shimmying back and forth while you pulled his pants down before they were finally off and thrown to the side on the floor.  Your angle, leaning back on your elbows and gazing at Law’s form above you, was more heavenly than the finest artwork.  You could tell the man started to grow anxious as your eyes unpacked his body from head to toe, but how couldn’t you?  

“You’re beautiful too, Law, so fucking gorgeous.”  You used one hand to pull his shoulder down, planting light kisses on the corners of his mouth.  “The most handsome man I have ever seen in my life.”

“Oh please,” he huffed, kissing you back where he could.  One of his hands supported him on the mattress, while the other supported him by your waist.

“I mean it, you’re ethereal,” you moaned.  As much as you wanted to make him sit and listen to you ramble about how much you adored his defined muscles and lean physique, you didn’t want to make him more uncomfortable than you knew he was already dealing with.  You had come this far, you didn’t want to ruin it.

More intense, sloppy kisses ensued, hands trailing up and down bodies, before Law accidentally lowered himself on you.  He jolted at the feeling of his erection brushing against your pelvic area, suddenly reminding him of what exactly the goal here was.  He pulled away from you, holding eye contact.

“Are you really sure you want this?” he asked, voice low and cautious, as if he was trying not to startle an animal.

“More than anything, Law.  Do you?”

He paused for longer than he cared to admit, his mind running wild.  He loved you so intensely, so deeply, that he wished he could become one with you on an atomic level.  He wanted to spend every moment with you for the rest of his life, regardless of how long it was.  He wanted to accompany you through all of your achievements and dreams, just like he hoped you would do for him.  He wanted a permanent home in your brain, in your heart, in your soul, where you wouldn’t let him leave, where you would hold him so tightly in your warm embrace for the rest of time.

He snapped out of his zone when your hand caressed his scruffy cheek.  “Law?”

“Yes,” he responded quickly.  “Yes, god, yes, I want this.  I want you.”

Another kiss followed, before breaking apart once more.

“Don’t laugh at me,” you started.  “How exactly do we begin?”

Despite your wishes, Law couldn’t help the chuckle that bubbled from his lungs.  “Shit, we’re hopeless.”  You laughed along with him, making more anxiety dissipate from his chest like a steam rising from a lagoon on a warm summer morning..

It wasn’t like either of you were strangers to how human sex worked, just like how neither of you were strangers to the orgasm, it was more so the act of actually beginning it, and doing it together.  It wasn’t as simple as slipping it in, thrusting a few times, and cumming.  There was much, much more to it.  You two just needed to figure out how to get there.

You shivered under the sensation of Law’s fingertips teasing the waistband of your panties before pulling them down slightly, waiting for your indication that you were ready to be completely and totally bare in front of him.  He bit down his elation as you lifted your hips, allowing the thin fabric to lower from your ass and down your thighs as Law removed them from your body, so gentle with the fabric, treating it as if it was sacred.  The notion left you feeling scorched, heart beating with untapped urgency.  The feeling of the cold air of the bedroom hitting your wet folds left you rubbing your thighs together, lip quivering.  You reached a hand forward yourself, tugging at Law’s own waistband and gazing at him through your eyelids, a silent plea to reveal himself to you as well.

After a deep, shuddering breath, the man slipped his boxers down his legs, throwing them onto the pile of your discarded clothing.  When he looked back at you, he was taken aback by the sight of your wide eyes, pupils dilated as you examined his cock.  He couldn’t help but smirk.  He didn’t think he was anything to write home about, seeing himself as average all around, but he just barely caught the way you sucked your lower lip in with your teeth, and it filled him with a sense of excitement, pride, and longing that he thought he’d never experience, let alone enjoy.

“Hey, eyes up here, darling,” he urged with a lighthearted chuckle.  

Flustered, your eyes darted up to his face, and you grinned sheepishly.  “Sorry.”

He pressed a small kiss to the apex of your nose.  “Don’t worry about it.”

Unlike your previous pauses, each kiss and caress from Law and the way his sultry words kept you anticipating made the mood stay relatively consistent throughout.  You felt confident, cherished, and adored by the man above you, and you just hoped he knew how much you wanted to worship him for the rest of your days.

Running a tattooed hand along your outer thigh before gracing over the junction of your hip and dipping his fingers in between your plush limbs easing them open for him, he eyed your expression and stated, “Tell me where you like to be touched.”

You held yourself up on one elbow, splitting your legs more for Law to get comfortable in between them as you allowed your free hand to roam to your pussy, using two fingers to part your lips.  Law watched analytically as your pointer and middle fingers rubbed the hood of your clit at the very top, and he listened intently to the way your breath hitched ever so slightly at the cotton-soft pleasure that emanated from your own fingertips.

“Right here,” you breathed.

Law’s own fingers were quick to replace your own.  He caressed the tiny spot, analyzing every twitch of your muscles or change in your breathing pattern.  His fingers dipped lower, watching your expression for any sign of discomfort as he ran his fingers along your opening, stifling a grin at how wet you had gotten from long minutes of intense making out and awkward repeated confirmations of consent.  He wouldn’t have it any other way.

The way your natural lubrication coated his fingers was alluring, and he used the fluid to rub and press against your clit once more, reveling in the way you bit down moans each time he changed up his pattern of movement.  He watched, intoxicated on the moment, as your hands grabbed at your own breasts, head tilted back and eyes squeezed shut.  While continuing his motions on your clit, he leaned forward and pressed a tender kiss right above your left breast.  When your hand moved, he gently bit down on your soft skin, basking in the whine that left your tense throat.  He licked the faint red mark his teeth left behind, knowing it wouldn’t even bruise.  Maybe some other day he could really sink his teeth into you, but for now he wanted to hold back and enjoy your first time.

Your breathing was growing more labored as his fingers danced expertly over your soaked clit, when you shot your hand forward and gripped his wrist in a silent plea to stop.

“Are you alright?” he asked, eyebrows immediately wrinkling in concern.

“I’m fine, I just…” your trembling hand rubbed his forearm.  “I want you inside me.  Like… right now.  Please.”

Law hummed.  He pulled his hand away from your cunt, leaving your now saturated folds exposed to a new level of chill.  You watched through half-lidded eyes as your boyfriend grabbed his one pillow from beside the metal bed frame.  He gently tapped your hip, wordlessly encouraging you to lift yourself enough for him to slide the pillow under you.

“This will support your back, hopefully,” he mentioned quietly.  “And hopefully reduce some initial discomfort.”

You smirked.  “Did you do some research?”

Law scoffed, flustered, averting his intense golden eyes.  “No, I just… assumed.”

You laughed, shimmying against the pillow and getting yourself comfortable.  “Trafalgar Law, if you don’t stop acting so cute we’re not going to get anywhere.”

The man’s grip on your hips tightened slightly, and he couldn’t fight the grin that spread across his lips at your statement.  “You really okay with this?”

You nodded affirmatively.  “Yes.”

Law inhaled a deep breath, reaching down to take a gentle hold of his own cock that, remarkably, stayed completely hard and eager this entire time.  (He was relieved there was nothing wrong with him.)  He gave himself a few strokes with his fist, forcing down a groan at the sensation as you watched him with ravenous eyes that devoured his every movement.  You shivered as his fingers ran up and down your cunt yet again, before rubbing your slick on his cock with a tiny, breathy moan.  Lord, you needed him badly.

The raven-haired man adjusted his position between your legs and tested the waters by running the head of his dick through your wet folds.  The feeling was already something you were addicted to.

“I’m going to ask one last time,” he said, voice low and apprehensive.  “Are you okay with this?”

For the final time, your eyes fluttered open, caressing a hand over his cheek.  “Yes.”  Finally.

Law used two fingers to pull apart your folds, exposing the entrance to your vagina that seemed to wait so patiently just for him.  He pressed the head of his cock into you, inhaling a shaky breath at the way your anatomy seemed to suck him in.  He stopped when he heard you groan slightly under him.

“You alright?”

“Yeah, it just hurts a little bit.”

He pressed a tender kiss to your cheek, then to the corner of your mouth.  “That’s normal, you’ve never done this before.”

You nodded, finding endless comfort in his words and touches.

Little by little, Law eased himself into you, having you adjust your hips every now and then to get used to not only the feeling of having something inside of you so tightly, but also to find the most comfortable position for you.  You did find great relief in the way the pillow below your hips allowed subtle leverage, making his entrance much easier on the both of you.  Law twirled his fingers with your own, capturing your lips in an addictive, sultry kiss as he pushed the rest of his way into you.  He groaned into your mouth, the feeling of his cock leaving your walls molding around him a sensation so foreign yet so delicious.  Similarly, your legs quivered at the red hot feeling of Law’s cock fully enveloped within your warmth, each way you moved reminding you that he was in you, connected to you in the deepest, most intimate way possible.  The feeling of being stretched and intruded upon slowly went away, helped in part by Law’s constant kisses and caresses across your body, keeping you both plenty aroused and waiting.

You wiggled your hips against his delighting in the groan that left his clenched jaw.  

“That feels too good,” he sighed into your neck.

“You can move,” you urged, finally getting used to the fulfilling sensation.

Law’s hand squeezed your’s, and you squeezed back.  Supporting himself with his other hand on your hip, he rocked his hips slightly, testing the waters of your body’s reactions to each movement.  His entire body felt on fire.  He was sure that water would evaporate off of his skin at the slightest contact.  He clenched his jaw, uttering a wavering groan at the warm wetness that surrounded his cock with each movement, the sounds emanating from your joined bodies equal parts alluring and humbling.

He quickly found a rhythm that seemed to work for the two of you, angling his hips upward as best he could to attempt to focus his thrusts on the spot at the roof of your vagina right below your pelvic bone.  (Okay, maybe he had done more than a little research.)  Your eyes were clenched shut, mouth slightly open as you exhaled shallowly.

“How are you doing?” he asked.

“Good… great,” you uttered back, breathless.  “You feel really good… you feel amazing, Law.”

Law’s heart once again skipped a few beats at the praise.  To know he was bringing you pleasure, making sure you were getting as much out of this as he was, was exactly what he needed to hear.

He disconnected your hands, leaving both of your palms face up and empty next to your head.  His free hand now traveled back down in between your legs, rubbing three fingers against your neglected clit.  The sensation was unlike anything you had ever experienced before, back arching off the bed.  It was a pressure deep within your abdomen that flared like a hot coal, partnered with zaps and zings of electric shocks as sweet as sugar, the two sensitive areas of your anatomy fusing together with Law’s touch and movements to form a combination that had you moaning without restraint.  You couldn’t help yourself.

“Oh fuck, Law, shit,” you groaned, neck craning back.  

Law took advantage of your exposed skin by peppering sweet kisses along your jugular and Adam’s apple, before sitting his lips in the soft flesh right above your collarbone and biting down with more force than before.  You whined at the feeling, shivering as his tongue once again licked the deeper marks, leaving your skin wet and cold, and at the same time blazing hot.  The groans he was releasing so close to your ear only spurred your passion more, your own hands traveling to his shoulders and holding him close, fingers gripping his skin as best you could as his thrusts deepened in tandem with the pace of his fingers on your clit.

Law’s entire lower body felt on fire, electric, a magenta pressure building deep within his abdomen and radiating outward.  He felt his dick twitch inside you and he bit down a moan, instead relishing in the way you let go one of your own at the feeling of his dick rubbing against your G-spot with every other snap of his hips.  You lifted your knees up, feeling him even deeper than before, and you gasped his name.

“Shit, Law,” your legs quivered next to his body.  “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

Your body involuntarily met him thrust for thrust, the pressure from your movements added to Law’s ministrations over your clit leaving you panting and writhing beneath him.  You were a sight to behold for Law’s sore eyes.  He could drink you for the rest of eternity and never grow tired of your taste.

“Fuck,” he groaned, the pace of his hips increasing as he felt the familiar, yet foreign, sensation of his impending orgasm.  This was nothing like using his hand, it was so much better, worlds better.  He didn’t think he’d ever be able to masterbate on his own again, knowing nothing could surpass the way your pussy clenched around his dick like you were sculpted for each other and only each other.

“Ah… ah, fuck, Law,” you moaned, voice cracking as your back arched. The white hot pleasure from your pussy reverberated throughout your entire body, leaving your skin both icy and on fire as colors flashed behind your eyelids.  Your fingers gripped Law’s shoulders harder, surely leaving marks in his skin.

Your orgasm caught you completely off guard, body snapping as waves of pink and purple flashed behind your closed eyelids as your pelvis shook and trembled against Law’s wavering thrusts.  Your moans were unrestrained now, freely calling into the stifling air around your bodies, embracing each millisecond of the addictive, powerful sensation that danced across your waist, your womb, your legs.  Your orgasm was the final push Law needed before he frantically pulled out of your sopping pussy and released onto your lower stomach, his hips gyrating as he fisted his cock with shuddering breaths and deep groans.  His abs flexed continuously as his muscles contracted from the sheer force of his own release.

The two of you remained in the same positions you finished in for what felt like hours, desperately catching your breath.  Your legs continued to shake as you relaxed your muscles and let your weary limbs finally fall back onto the mattress.  You opened your eyes, taking in the ethereal view of Law’s trembling body over your own, his head tilted back, black hair tousled out of place.  His fist remained around his cock, unmoving, still too shocked to move.  Your own shaky hand reached for him, ghosting your fingers along his abdominal muscles and breaking him out of his orgasmic trance to look at you with glazed, golden eyes.

His expression, fucked out and boundlessly flustered, made you laugh.  You started laughing uncontrollably, shoulders shaking as you tried to restrain yourself, choosing instead to pull him down with you, burying your gleeful smile and airy laughs into his neck instead.  Law cringed slightly at the feeling of his own release rubbing between your two stomachs, but the way you embraced him in your exposed glory, completely vulnerable to him, made him instantly forget about the temporary discomfort.  He used his less dirty hand to cup your cheek, tilting your head to press a smattering of kisses along your face before resting on your smiling lips, loving the feeling of joyful laughs still leaving your spent body.

“I’m sorry I’m laughing again,” you said quietly.  “That was incredible.”

Law couldn’t blame you for your reaction in the slightest.  After weeks of pent up anxiety, miscommunication and worry, the two of you had finally experienced what you had been longing for so deeply, so carnally.  Law wanted to make sure you could feel the same joy, the same euphoria, each time you were with him in every moment you spent together.  Your laugh was freeing.  Your unrestrained giggles the reminder that he so desperately needed.

There was nothing wrong with him.  There was nothing wrong with you.

The moment comes naturally.  And Law promised himself right then and there, as you clutched onto his body above you like you would disappear without him, that he would do anything to keep that smile on your face, the anxiety out of your mind, and his heart in your hands.

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BONUS

You would describe Law like a scallop.  A hard outer shell that refuses to open up, bumbling blindly through the water away from anything he deems as a threat.  His grace and elegance as a pirate captain came with countless years of adjusting to normal human interaction, which left him in an odd stance between an awkward, struggling kid, and a maladaptive, anxious adult.  But when the ridged shell was finally cracked open, exposing the soft, fragile insides, was when the facets of his personality would radiate forth.  He was dynamic, emotional, impulsive, selfish, fearful, confident, boundlessly strong and yet weaker than a detached leaf all at the same time.

And you loved that about him.  Your love for the stone-cold pirate captain ran deeper than the trenches of the ocean you sailed above, was warmer than the sun that beat down on the outer deck when you surfaced, and was more tender than the finest cuisine.

Your new favorite thing about Law, to add to the ever growing list that you kept within the recesses of your mind, was the fact that he was still just as apprehensive around you as he had been when you first started dating.  A few nights ago, he came all over your stomach as you lay beneath him a shivering, trembling mess, but when you gently knocked on his office door to wish him a good morning, he looked at you with eyes as wide as saucers, mouth curled in a nervous, boyish grin, kissing you like it was his first ever.  Like a scallop, he would open and close sporadically, spoiling you with his delectable emotions behind the safety of closed doors, and impressing you with his harsh command of his crew on the outside.

He laughed at you when you told him your analogy.

“A scallop?  I’m a scallop to you?” he asked, chuckling as he scribbled down notes in a wrinkled, coffee-stained notebook.  His entire back and neck were hunched over the metal counter in his medical ward, taking inventory of the medicines he kept stocked behind the locked cabinets.

You were bustling around the room behind him, diligently cleaning dust, sand, and salt residue out of sterile corners and shelves.  “Yes!  You’re hard on the outside and soft on the inside, what’s not to get?”

“Scallops move like bumbling idiots.  I would appreciate something more like a crab.  Or maybe even a lobster.”  When you turned your head to face him, he was already gazing at you, his left hand making a pincer motion similar to a crab’s claw.  

You snorted.  “Just for that, you’re going to be a slug now.  No more shells for you.”

“You’re just gonna leave me out in the open like that?  Not even a skeleton?”

“Fine, you can be a squid.”  You wrung your damp washcloth into the metal bucket situated on the floor by your feet, draping it over the side to free your hands and wipe them dry on your boiler suit.

The laugh that bubbled out of Law made your heart flutter in your chest.  You never would have guessed that your casual, stupid banter while doing mindless chores would be something you’d enjoy so much, but you had come to realize that you enjoyed every aspect of life a whole lot more when it was spent with Law.  In the days that followed your successful first shared sexual encounter, especially.  Since then, you have started to feel so much more confident in yourself, in your looks, your abilities, and your feelings.  You felt like you understood your boyfriend on an even deeper level now, cherishing the way he seemed to unfold himself in front of you, knowing that there was almost nothing left to hide from you anymore.  You had seen each other at your most vulnerable, and the outcome was more beautiful than the most glorious sunset.

Law’s voice snapped you back to reality.  “I think you’d be a Mola Mola.”

You threw your wrung-out towel across the room, giggling as it smacked his hunched back in between his shoulder blades.  It made a squelching sound as it plopped to the floor behind him.  He whipped around to face you, a mischievous grin on his face.

“Is the sunfish mad at me?”

“To think you view me so low!  I’m heartbroken!”  You feigned great offense, placing the back of your hand over your forehead and swaying back and forth.  “My life is ruined now, my beloved thinks I’m a sunfish!”

Law bent down to grab the towel you had thrown at him before balling it in his fist and lobbing it back at you, smirking as it landed on your chest and stayed there.  Before you had the chance to chuck it back at him, the door to the medical bay creaked as it was pulled open.  You felt your heart pang as Law’s expression immediately switched from bright and gleeful to his usual stoic, grouchy demeanor.  He still hid from even his crew, only showing his true colors very, very sparingly.  You both looked towards the door as Uni popped his head in.  

“Sorry to interrupt, just wanted to let you know dinner’s ready.  Jean Bart cooked tonight.”  The masked man quickly stepped back out into the hallway, letting the heavy steel door close on its own.

Your eyes glanced back toward Law as his expression softened only slightly.  You bent down to place the washcloth over the rim of your cleaning bucket before finally walking over to your boyfriend and nudging his arm.

“Sorry,” you simply murmured.

“Why are you apologizing?”

“Your face changed so quickly, like you didn’t want him to see you smiling.”

Law hummed, a sound that stayed low in his throat.  He turned back toward the counter, picking up his pen once more and writing a few extra bullets in his notebook.  You stood patiently, lips sealed as you waited for his next movement or word.

“Don’t ever apologize for making me smile,” he said, tone deep and volume minimal.

Your stomach did backflips in your abdomen.

Law’s pen made a clicking sound as he placed it on the counter, lifting his notebook to shut the cover and store it in a specific labeled drawer.  He finally turned back to gaze at you, face slowly softening more and more.  He approached you, running an inked hand across your cheek and down to your neck before placing a sweet kiss on the corner of your lips.

“I still don’t know how to share with my crew what I share with you.”

You knew what he meant.  His emotions, his insecurities, all the vulnerabilities that he revealed to you behind closed doors in the form of nervous kisses and wavering whispers were sides of himself that he would never be caught showing his crew.  He needed to keep the facade of the strong captain they needed him to be, unmoving when the waves violently rocked his ship and unwavering when his skin would be sliced by an enemy’s sword.  Law’s biggest issue remained that he couldn’t even say the word ‘emotion’ without feeling like less of a man.  You just hoped that, one day, he’d be able to say it.

You smiled.  “I know, it’s hard for you.  But that’s alright.”

Law would wonder until his final breath how he was lucky enough to find himself with a person as understanding and sympathetic as you were.  It wasn’t fair to you that he kept himself closed off until he was forced to open, how you poured your heart out to him at every waking moment while he struggled to share his feelings with you.  You told him ‘I love you’ many times even before your first time sleeping together, and he was yet to say it back.  The words felt like molten iron on his tongue.

But you stayed by his side regardless.  Your love never wavered.  You didn’t care how long it would take him to say those three words to you as long as you were able to keep him with you, as long as you were able to kiss him and thread his fingers through yours and feel his body pressed against yours under the warm sheets in his bed.  You didn’t care as long as he was there.

Law sucked in a deep inhale through his nostrils as his golden eyes examined your expression.  You simply gazed back at him, waiting for any response.

“You’re wonderful,” he whispered.

“I love you, too.”  You grabbed his hand in yours pulling him towards the door.  “Let’s go get food before your crew devours it all!”

He followed you with no protest, gripping your hand in his.  When he squeezed, you squeezed back.  Before you rounded the final corner to enter the galley, Law pressed a kiss to your cheek.

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Happy to finally finish this!

[ashthedumbfuck]

(Y/N)'s breathing was ragged as she rushed down the crowded streets of Logue Town. Her feet hit the ground with many audible 'slaps,' though they were drowned out by the intense, bombarding noises of the clamoring behind her. Only a few yards away from her, at her back, approximately (from what she had surmised after running for so long) thirty pairs of shoes struck the ground with harsh, terrifying 'booms' and 'clacks' in near-unison. 

She cursed herself for her earlier mishaps silently before she made an effort to look behind her for a brief moment in order to gauge the distance between the two parties. 

Who were the parties in question? Well... it just so happened that it was (Y/N), herself, and the Marines.

Yeah. 

The Marines, a small portion of the World Government's battalion stationed on Polestar Island, specifically in Logue Town, were chasing lil' ol' (Y/N). 

A harsh sigh ripped through her nostrils as she continued to run ahead of the men behind her. Their shouts and calls for her to stop were in vain, a mere waste of energy, for she was not planning on giving in to their demands any time soon.

(Y/N) was a free woman and she'd make sure it stayed that way for the rest of her life. 

She was, however, prompted to smile when she heard the encouraging calls of her 'neighbors' to her left, right, forward, and behind. The calls of her friends rang out like jolly bells on Christmas day-- they were cheering her on! 

(Y/N) was no criminal. Only, she was a... vigilante of sorts. Renowned for her dislike of the Marines (need a reminder that it's the entire World Government she hates? Right...), she is both hated and loved. She does good, of course, but she also does bad.

What could she have done that was so bad?

Her train of thought was cut short when a sword whizzed by her head, striking a barrel of fine wine far-off from where she was currently placed. 

They were really trying to kill her! 

Before the Marines could stop to congratulate the thrower, (Y/N) ducked down under a vendor's intricate little tapestries and shielded herself from prying eyes. She was now hidden behind many fine artworks that had been tailored to perfection. 

The girl hummed, interested in the many pieces that were presented to her prying eyes, before she tore herself from her thoughts once more and fled the area. 

The incredibly convenient thing about Logue Town was that it had so many allies, twists, and turns that it was difficult to not get lost! (Y/N) couldn't say she was particularly familiar with the area, only knowing certain landmarks like that one scaffolding piece that pirates and/ or criminals are usually executed from, but she did know how to get lost pretty well. 

In fact, that's what she just did! In her haste, she had entered an alleyway by the vendor's booth and took far too many turns to count. She recalled going down some stairs, scaling a fence, and ducking under some caution tape, but that was about it. 

Now, (Y/N) stood on the other side of town, clearly in her element. 

Ah. 

Silence.

She had completely lost the Marines that had been on her tail! 

When running away from people, it's best to not think about where you're going. If you do, you'll make conscious decisions that can be presumed by others. If you have no idea what you're doing, they can't anticipate your next move. In the short time that (Y/N) had had a mother by her side, she had always told the young girl, "It's hard to win an argument against educated people, sure, but it's even harder to win an argument with uneducated people."

Wasn't that just the truth? 

Suddenly, the silence in the small, empty square of the town was broken by a peal of bubbling laughter that had erupted from her throat. 

"Hah! Hah-hahaha!" She called out, placing firm hands on her belly. She keeled over, eyes shut tightly as tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. 

She calmed herself in a moment or so, able to collect her bearings after having released her joy. 

"Man!" The girl shook her head, releasing the hold she had on her stomach, and, instead, raised her right hand to wipe at the few tears that had snuck down her cheeks. "Those Marines never learn." 

A smirk drew across her face as she dusted off the garments she donned. Due to having men on her tail at all times, she had long since scrapped the idea of living in a set-in-stone home; this means that she also didn't change very often... unfortunately. Around town, she'd be seen wearing one outfit that she had (regrettably) stolen in the past. It had fit her for years no matter the amount of growth she had gone through. 

(Y/N) couldn't be described as little or big, wide or thin, tall or short-- she was just herself. The outfit she had decided on long ago was basically a part of her in its entirety. Sure, it fit more tightly than it had in the past, but it still looked good! 

Blemished, but good... trust, it does. 

She shook her head, ruffling her hair gently with her left hand, before she took a short step forward, keen on finding a place to sleep for the evening. She was surprised, however, when she felt a stinging in her left foot. 

"Agh-- what the hell?" She murmured to herself, eyes narrowed to slits as she made an effort to get a look at whatever this pesky wound on the sole of her foot was. It ached and stung relentlessly even when she lifted it off of the ground.

Now, (Y/N) was in a rather awkward position-- she tilted her head to the left in order to have a good view, but she was also hopping on one foot with her back slightly bent in the opposite direction with her left leg bent upward, foot baring itself to her prying eyes. 

Yep. There it was-- the small wound. Looks like, in her little running session earlier with the Marines, she had sliced the sole of her foot down to the ball. 

"Man!" She grunted, rolling her eyes as she dropped the appendage to the ground once more. She straightened her back and looked forward before running a hand through her hair roughly. "Eughh!" She groaned, squeezing her eyes shut. 

Wounds weren't a good look on... well, 'street cats' like herself. It was expensive to treat in both time and money. 

Both of which (Y/N) didn't have. 

She could always request a place to stay from a friend (she had a lot of those in Logue Town, surprisingly, despite her being somewhat of an outlaw), but it was dangerous for them and she'd never want to put people she loves in such compromising situations. No. She wouldn't, couldn't, shouldn't. 

She stomped off to a corner in the Square, making a conscious effort to apply extra pressure to her fresh wound out of spite, before settling down on a thin bench that had been placed there in the past. It was old, but it was comfortable and sturdy. 

She plopped down like a sack of potatoes, immediately sprawling out across its width. The low ambiance of Logue Town didn't seem to reach this area, for no vendors were out and about in this part of town. Despite having lived here for so long, she still hadn't reached every corner of this island. 

"I gotta work on that." She mumbled to herself slowly, eyes half-lidded as fatigue began to creep up onto her still-upright form. "But I also gotta get some sleep." Her eyes flickered upward, now peering up at the sky. Pink and purple hues mixed with oranges and yellows. Dusk. 

She yawned widely, shrugging off any further intentions to garner food or water before 'bed.' She didn't need it today-- she'd be all right. 

Gently, she shifted to the right and laid herself across the bench. Her arms were folded behind her head, acting as a pillow, though they were contorted in a way that allowed for proper circulation. She looked awkward with her knees hiked up and eyes tightly shut with a 'go-the-fuck-away- frown’ on her face, but it was how she always lived. 

She didn't usually get bit by any bugs, thankfully. Her natural repellant was quite handy on some days. 

The girl drifted off to sleep rather soundly, not getting interrupted by any miscellaneous creatures of the night or annoying, pesky kids that liked to seek her form out and tattletale to the Marines. 

Later, she awoke. Still, night prevailed; the stars twinkled above beautifully, shimmering on the reflection in her glassy eyes. 

(Y/N) didn't need much sleep because of her 'condition' that shoved her sleep schedule towards being more crepuscular than a daylight-oriented devil. 

Quickly, she set off into the night. Her bare feet, injured and dusty, slapped against the cold stone ground loudly as she meandered through the streets. After too many turns and ups-downs and turnarounds, she reached her original place of being: the main street! 

Just yesterday, she had been, as mentioned earlier, 'told on' by some slimy little kids that had found her lying in a corner on some unnamed street in Logue Town to the Marines. That led to her being chased from morning to near-dusk! It was certain that she had worked up quite the appetite in the commotion. It was a miracle that she could run for so long. 

"I know those damn bastards don't." She spat, rolling her eyes obviously as she continued to stalk the main street. At some point in her little escapade, her footsteps had quieted. She was hunched over, arms half-outstretched as if she were going to grab something. 

"I see those Seamen taking breaks on the sidelines while their stupid ass replacements jump into the fray in their place. So lame." She continued to complain to everyone and no one, speaking to herself but to the whole world at the same time. She was talking just to talk, but she wanted someone to listen despite that. 

(Y/N) was a difficult girl. Or, if simplified, she's just a girl. A catty girl. A spiteful girl. A-- you get the point. 

Suddenly, she halted. She raised her torso and stuck her nose into the air, angled just slightly to the right. Now, she wasn't hunched over-- she was stretching upward. She smelt something rather delectable.

"Oh, this is gonna be good." She squealed lowly, eyes narrowing as she changed her direction, now heading toward a vendor's booth on the right of the unlit street. The scent permeated throughout the area so it was difficult to pinpoint the booth specifically, but after a minute or so of sticking her nose up against the closed shops ('closed' meaning they were covered by a single thick cloth), she had located it. 

"Damn right, this is gonna be good." She purred to herself, raising a quaint brow as she swiped her right hand out in front of her, striking the booth's detestable cloth that shielded the prize from her eyes. 

Yheaup! It was good. All she saw was meat-to-meat, lining walls and short tables! Chicken, turkey, lamb, beef, crustaceans, all of it! This guy knew his stuff, apparently. 

So sad that she was gonna steal some of it, though. 

(Y/N) suddenly tossed her torso backward, her head nearly striking the stone ground beneath her. "Oh! I simply couldn't-- possibly could not!" She wailed loudly and obviously, shaking her head vigorously from left to right as she denied her tempted thoughts. "I couuuldn't take this.. this... delectable goodness!" She drawled, clenching her eyes shut tightly. She balled her fists in front of her chest, gripping her top. 

Without a moment's notice, though, after her little display, she righted her stance and snagged a fat hunk of meat that she didn't bother to identify. It was the closest, so it was gonna get in her belly the quickest.

She fled the scene with great vigor, planting her shoeless feet (injured and all) on the cobblestone ground as she rushed off to find a place to devour the meal. She always did this. Stealing, of course, but more importantly: the damn show. She always had to put on an act as if she couldn't... but she has to! She can't... but she must! She-- she took it. Yeah, it always ends with her taking it anyway with little-to-no remorse. 

She wasn't all evil. She only took from booths she knew did well in Logue Town's ever-fluctuating economy. Because that booth had so much meat, she knew that they could afford a fifty-berry loss without a single shed tear. A grumble and a pout, yeah, but no counting individual shillings just to make ends meet. 

After quite a bit of running (she always ran, she always hid; it was basically her thing at this point), she had reached the docks where boats were tied up and prettied to perfection.

"Hey, girls!" She called cheerily, still gripping the hunk of meat with two hands. A bright smile stretched across her face when she noticed the many boats that were lined up still looked clean and tidy despite their having been stationed in the ocean for weeks on end. "You guys look great." She praised, winking at the inanimate objects as she slid into a seated position on the dock, legs hanging off of it comfortably. 

She loved boats and she loved the idea of sailing. She just wasn't very good at it. So, this was her next-best alternative: hanging out with them in the early morning. She loved the ocean, it was just unfortunate it hated her in return.

She never expected an answer when she spoke aloud to the world. She wasn't delusional-- boats couldn't talk. But she was surprised to hear a squeaky sound from her leftmost direction.

"Why, thank you!" It seemed to sing. It wasn't good singing. It was bad singing, really bad, in fact. Scratchy and forced. Almost like...

She was ripped from her thoughts when heavy footsteps (clearly long strides, she could tell even without seeing it) rang out nearby. A man's footsteps. 

A grimace quickly replaced her joyful expression when she made this conclusion. Her head swiveled to the left, giving her a good view of--

Of legs. It was just legs. 

Her brows furrowed and her grimace worsened. A tall guy, huh? She looked up, tilting her head back. In her seated position, she wasn't even up to this dude's knees! 

(Y/N)'s grimace morphed into something akin to a stupor when she got a good look at this guy. Hauntingly gaunt and pale, he looked hideous! Not to mention that nasty yellow-toothed smile he had on his hollow face. 

"Eugh." She grunted, reeling her head back in disgust. 

Wrong move, it seemed. 

He immediately got the hint, but not in the best of manners. His 'bright' yellow smile was ripped off of his face and replaced with pure, unadulterated rage. "You bitch! Calling me ugly, huh?” He bellowed, left eye twitching as if she had thrown sand in it. 

Clearly, she thought to herself, this guy seemed to get these reactions a lot. It was like he was used to the disgust. He anticipated it. Like, he just reacted so quickly! Did he want her to mess up so he had something to--

(Y/N)'s thought process was cut short when his boney knee drew back before striking her firmly in the face, knocking her over. She wasn't quite close enough to the edge of the dock that she was tossed into the water, but it was a tad too close for her liking. 

Now, her pretty face was marred by the impact. It'd leave a harsh, green-blue bruise for sure in a day or so. A pout rested on her face as she thought of the possibility, but she rightened her mood when she heard his raspy chuckles from above. 

"What's so funny about anything other than your face right now?" (Y/N) sneered, planting her hands behind her lower back in order to keep her torso upright. The right of her hip was basically hanging off of the dock at this point, leaving her in a rather compromising position. 

His chuckles halted completely when she said that. 

Whoops. 

He let out a disgruntled noise before he shifted and leaned down. His actions seemed rather sweet, actually-- it looked as if he were going to stroke her head lovingly and give her a tender kiss on the forefront of her face. 

But... you know, that is not what happened!

Her delusions were snuffed completely when his long, wiry fingers grabbed a handful of her hair. He balled his fist harshly, gripping her head as if she was about to fall from his grasp. She couldn't do much here other than lean forward and hope his grip would loosen. 

"Yeuh-hack!" She winced, allowing a dribble of spit to escape the confines of her mouth when his free hand struck her left cheek. 

She winced, mouth half-open as she let out long, whispy breaths. This guy was such a nuisance. Distantly, she thought of the meal she had yet to eat. It lay on the dirty dock beside her, dormant and... regrettably, uneaten. 

"Is this funny to you, huh? Bitch?" The man growled from overtop of her hunched-yet-leaned-back form. She was... how did she always end up in strange positions like this? Must be a feline thing. They were quite slinky-like animals. 

"I'm not a bitch!" She hissed, looking up at his thin features with half-lidded eyes. "I'm a molly." (Y/N) slurred through her throbbing cheek and stinging scalp. 

"What the hell does that even mean?" The man asked, rolling his bulbous eyes that hardly fit in their sockets. He didn't bother to ask any more questions as he dug his sharp fingernails (dirty, too, she assumed dully) into her scalp. A few more slaps sounded out over the crashing of waves on land before she heard another pair of boots stomp closer to the pair. 

(Y/N) was getting beat to all hell here and she didn't have any more than nine lives to live it out with, so she hoped this new guy would do her quite the favor and get this stick bug off of her. 

She couldn't plead for help, however; she was too prideful for that. Besides, it’s not like she actually needed it.

Well, that was going to be the answer if she could speak! Damn, her face hurt. She felt numb from the neck up at this point. Stick Man was really being harsh! All she did was insult his looks, which did not warrant a beating of her lifetime. 

Granted, he was probably intending to rape her from the beginning or something along those lines, but she never would have allowed that to happen. She was a very capable girl, she just hadn’t decided whether this weirdo was worth the energy of shutting down.

With the lanky guy hunched over her like she was, still planting his palm on her face whenever he felt like it and keeping his other hand balled in her hair, they probably looked like quite the strange drunk, sadist-masochist pair. 

"Ew." She spat, shutting her eyes tightly. She did not want to think about that! Gross! 

The newcomer seemed to halt, for she didn't hear his steps any longer. The Stick Man continued to abuse her relentlessly, clearly unaware of the new arrival just... 

Oh, word? He was right there. The new guy. 

He was lighting a bud that looked an awful lot like those wretched joints she smelt along the streets of Logue Town. 

"Oye!" She called out, disgruntled. Her eyes had opened sometime earlier in her inward musings. "Could you give a girl a hand?" She squeaked when the Stick Man's hand struck her again. Now that she got a good look at his long head and thin, hollowed face, he did have quite the flush on his fair skin. Fair? Sorry, more like ashen. Ashen skin. He was totally baked. 

When her eyes flickered away from her attacker's confused, flushed face, she noticed how the newcomer (the guy she had called out to for help) was rather tall and... stocky. She could only see the faint glow of his joint's lit tip near his lips. Other than that, he was just a silhouette to her. 

"You two aren't fucking on the docks, then?" He droned, seemingly tilting his head back. 

"N--" (Y/N) was about to deny the accusation weekly, but she was cut off by her assailant. 

"What's it to you?" He sneered, releasing (Y/N) from his hold. She allowed her form to drop to the dock's moist surface, reveling in how perfect its temperature was. She pressed her injured cheeks into the moist wood one by one before she felt relatively okay, now rubbing the abused portions of her face with her clammy hands. 

"Ugh." She murmured something incoherent to herself, a wince still seemingly permanent on her features. She reached out her right hand that had been firmly planted on the dock's ground after her little pampering session and grabbed at the hunk of meat she had planned on eating just a few minutes before the attack. 

Her eyes flicked to the right as she side-eyed the commotion just a foot-or-so away from her lain form. The lanky man who had struck her was now blabbering on and on to this man who was, from what she could tell, the complete opposite of the pale dude in terms of build... and, from what it seemed, personality. 

"Shut the fuck up." He snarled, balling his free hand into a fist. "Did you hit her without her consent?" 

Why did he have to add the 'without her consent' to that sentence? What, was she gonna yell to this weirdo-ass man, "Oh, please, strike me down and toss me into the ocean?" Hell no. 

Well, she was in no place to judge-- he was probably just insinuating that he had found peope who... liked that before in public places. Poor dude. 

Or, on the other hand, he liked that himself! Wouldn't that be a riot.

She hummed, blinking slowly as she pulled her front up off of the dock, now sat just as she was before this whole seen. Her hip was no longer dangling off of the side in danger of slipping in, only her legs cast above the water. "He did." She called out, waving the men off as she inspected the meal on her lap. "He hit me so many times!" She changed her tone, now sounding desperate and afraid. It was an act, yeah, but she had to make this stranger want to help her. 

Hah. 

Clearly, it worked, because he let out an angry-sounding noise from the very depths of his chest before he lunged at the stick bug and planted his free fist into his hollow cheek. 

When the tall attacker struck the dock and looked up angrily at his foe, he seemed to don a shocked expression before he shrieked and scampered off without another word. 

She only caught snippets of this, though, because she had readily dug into the meal in her hands. Her focus was on the meat, not the men at her left who had been feuding moments before. Her cheek was swollen quite badly from all of the abuse, but she hadn't loosened any teeth, thankfully. Not that she expected them to come loose-- she had the strong locked jaw of a leopard, after all. 

In the time it took for her attacker to disappear onto the marked streets of Logue Town after being struck down by the new guy, she had finished her hunk of meat. She had worked up quite an appetite, yet she was rid of it in just a few seconds.

A lousy burp exitted her mouth as she turned her head to the side, keen on getting a look at her savior. "Than--" She was about to thank him for his help, but she was rather shocked to see him already facing away from her. He wasn't giving her pitying looks or murmuring sweet-nothings in her ear in order to quell her 'fear' of what had just occurred. He was smoking his joint while looking across the starry sky over the ocean!

She raised a short brow before a small fit of giggles bloomed inside of her belly. She hoped to shun them by shutting her mouth and placing a hand over her lower face, but it didn't seem to help as her cheeks flushed and she couldn't help but lean back. Her hands planted behind her and she kicked her feet excitedly. 

She didn't even know why she was laughing. Really, she didn't, but it was nice. Nice to laugh like this. Even if he wasn't joining her.

She choked, however, when she heard a simple snuff to her left. She could have passed it off as the man blowing a puff of smoke in order to lessen the strain on his lungs caused by the joint in his hand, but it was pretty clear to her that it had been more of a short-lived chuckle than anything else.

"Thanks." She murmured bashfully, turning her head to her left entirely as she looked up at his standing form. Still, she couldn't see his face. "You really helped me back there." (Y/N) could've beaten that guy a thousand times over before she ever needed help, she just hadn't wanted to do it on an empty stomach so obviously in the middle of the docks. So... well, 'knight in shining armor' to her rescue! 

Or, in this case, 'knight in way-too-short jacket' to the rescue? At least, that's what it looked like to her in the dead of night. 

This time, he shot a plume of smoke from his lips. "No problem." He muttered in return, shaking his head. His voice was deep and rather soothing to her keen ears. Despite it being so low, she could hear it over the rushing waves beneath them. 

"You're my hero." She continued, awaiting a new, more exciting response from the man. 

He merely grunted, turning his head away from her. She raised a brow and frowned in response, clearly put-off. Was this guy not falling for her childlike-charms? She was making an effort here. Why wasn't he snared? Most men would grovel before a softly-speaking, injured girl who looked as good as her. To be fair, he couldn't get quite a good look at her because it was so dark, but still.

"Come on, now, don't be that way." She cooed, pulling her legs up onto the dock. She shifted away from the edge, wary of the closeness and vulnerability, before she pulled herself to her feet. 

No matter how tall she was, she didn't look quite so impressive in comparison to this tall-man shadow. 

"Don't you want a little reward?" She purred, batting her eyelashes. It didn't matter what she did when the movement was so small and unnoticeable. Due to the night's casted shadows, he couldn't catch the little things like a short smile or even a deep frown. It was the same for (Y/N), though; she couldn't see his little reactions, either. 

If she could, she would've been angry because of the detestable frown on the man's face. He heard these types of questions a lot, it seemed. 

"You should tell me your name at the very least." She pressed onward, head tilt as she peered over at his sideways form. 

The man seemed to flinch and tilt his head back, surprised. It was as if he hadn't expected her to not know who he was. 

"You don't know my name?" He asked, finally turning toward her. 

She pursed her lips, confused. "No?" She responded, leaning forward in order to try and get a better look at him. She noticed how he backed away a step or-so. It made her question his motives, but she didn't comment on it.

"I see." He grumbled, seemingly pondering something. "Then I think I know a way for you to repay me for my efforts." The man uttered the words as if they were web coming out of a spinning spider's abdomen; it was gentle and even a tad sultry. 

"Oh?" She prompted him further, now slowly pressing her hands into her sides and sliding them down her clothed form. "And that is?" 

His breath seemed to hitch as he watched her slow, silhouetted movements. Even in the dead of night, hidden beneath shadows, he could tell that this woman was attractive. In both voice and figure, she seemed delectable. "You coming back to my place." He seemed to falter at the end, as if regretting his words. 

She narrowed her eyes, hoping to get a better look at him before she agreed. However, she couldn't, so she brushed it off and murmured something lowly to herself. She'd do it, yeah, but why did it seem like he was nervous? He looked like a big man in stature alone, not to mention his voice that carried demand and confidence. What did he have to be so clammy about?

She shrugged the thought off, clearly just wanting a piece of him. She had eaten her meal already, but she didn't mind a bit of dessert. 

"Come on, then. Show me the way." She stated impatiently, shaking her head in order to brush the hair out of her face. Sure, she was wounded, but what was a little pain in bed? 

She reached out for the man, grabbing his free arm and hooking herself onto it. He led her away from the docks, puffing on his stick of foul-smelling weed. At some point during their silent walk, he had tossed the burning bud aside as anticipation bubbled in his stomach. The joint had nearly been finished, but it had had a few more puffs in it. He usually didn't waste things, but ecstasy wasn't something he'd be short on tonight, so he didn't bother with it. 

Smoker didn't get many opportunities to fuck an unfamiliar face, after all. He needed to savor it all he could tonight before early-morning light struck and revealed his identity to this shadow-masked incubus.

First Person P.O.V.

I felt my heartbeat quicken as I neared the steps that would lead up to this mystery man's apartment building. Logue Town was made up of a bunch of stacked, little houses so it made sense that this guy lived in one, too. Though, I was surprised to find that, as I took the first steps onto the property hand-in-hand with this man, it looked like a temporary-home living.

"Do you move a lot?" I asked lowly as my eyes traced over his silhouetted, well-built form. Still, I had yet to see his face or any striking features. It was a bummer, but it forced butterflies into my belly. Having sex with a 'masked' man seemed so forbidden that it made her want it all the more.

"I haven't in a few months, but I do move around the seas quite a bit." He grumbled, reaching into his pocket with his free hand. "Job." He added on quickly as if trying to change the subject

I listened as he fumbled with the-- strangely enough-- many keys in his pocket. What did a guy like this, who lived in a temporary home, need so many keys for?

"Ohh-hoh. All right, Seaman." I teased, halting when his feet planted before a particular door. Looks like his room was on the bottom floor; no need to go up the flight of stairs I had unconsciously named the bane of my night. Great! "I love the ocean. I just wished it liked me back, you know?" I muttered weakly, still feeling rather down. You could say that getting beat up on a dock in the middle of the night was kind of a bummer. The man seemed to peek at me with a slight tilt of the head as he pressed a particular key into the keyhole of the shoddy door.

He took in a short, half-assed breath as he struggled to find words to console me. It was as if he immediately sensed my mood dropping. He seemed to contemplate something for quite a few moments before he finally decided that, yes, he could say whatever it was that he wanted to say without 'compromising' his identity. "I never said the ocean liked me, either." He chuckled weakly as he furrowed his brows and finally turned the key in its hole, unlocking the door. It was a near-fake consolation, but, hey, I'd take it just like I was about to take him. Besides, I shouldn't have said something like that— it was such a mood-killer.

I blinked slowly, still rooted in place when he tried to walk away and into the house. His arm slipped out of mine and I was left standing in the doorway looking rather confused. Inside of the home, no lights had been turned on. Clearly, I noted to myself silently, this guy wanted this to be a masquerade party, too.

I didn't know why I was so caught off-guard by his words, though. The ones regarding the ocean. This guy couldn't possibly be implying the same thing that I was. It was just such a far-fetched idea here in Logue Town that I had never even thought of the possibility of someone else having my very same predicament.

I shrugged it off, deciding that, yes, it was too far-fetched and that he was probably just hinting at the fact that he couldn't swim very well. A very devilish joke if I do say so myself!

After my minute of staring into the darkness that was his home, I stepped in. The apartment seemed cozy, but if I was being real, I couldn't make out any specific details. No lights, no windows. It was a middle-ground apartment meaning that there were other homes on both the right, left, and behind. Also above, but that doesn't exactly matter.

No words were exchanged when he slipped into the home behind me and shut the door, leaving only our breaths to fill the silence. Once the door clicked shut, I shifted on my feet, now facing the exit. More importantly, I was facing him.

He pressed his back against the door and laid a hand to rest on his forehead before running it through his silky hair. If I could see him, I probably would have asked for his consent because he looked so out of it. But, I couldn't, so I got straight to work.

I took a long step forward and planted my feet on either side of his body while simultaneously pressing my hands on the door beside his torso. He was 'trapped' under me, one could say. He could get out at any time, for sure, but I knew he wouldn't.

No one ever did, after all.

The mood had gone from dreary and low to sultry and suggestive. Still caging his form against the door, I leaned my torso forward and pressed my bust against his chest slowly. I felt his form tighten from what I could guess to be uncomfortability. He... was still not super into it, it seemed.

Now, I could tell he was having doubts. His muscles weren't loose or lax like they should be when foreplay was in motion. He was too rigid. Too stiff.

A frown crept up onto my face. Quickly, I retreated from my position overtop of his heavy-breathing form without a word. I continued to step around the apartment, noting that I couldn't quite hear the intense breathing coming from my partner anymore. "You all right?" I mumbled loud enough for him to hear as I finally felt for a couch and settled on its leftmost seat. "Don't get the wrong idea. I want this, it just seemed like you didn't."

The man's breath hitched and he gulped, raising his chin as he pressed the back of his head into the wooden door. "Did it?" He muttered in return, voice nearly hissing at me. "Sorry." It was a half-hearted apology, obviously, because he immediately made headway in approaching me. He now stood over the couch, towering over my lousy form. "I do want this. I've just got some things on my mind." He continued to defend his previous actions as he leaned over me, one hand lying on the couch's soft cushion. The other hand, strangely enough, was tenderly holding my chin up.

It was now my turn for my breath to hitch. "Is that so?" I chuckled weakly, feeling my stomach tie itself into knots. This guy's hands were calloused but so comfortable. It was as if he could protect me from anything in this moment.

He didn't answer my inquiry as he delved his head lower, now pressing his lips against mine benevolently. I could give a hundred reasons as to why I described our first kiss that way, but this was the one that reached the forefront of my mind the quickest: I needed that contact.

I melted into his hand like putty, allowing him to slide onto the couch beside me. The hand that had been holding his body up on the couch was now cupping his desired breast and kneading it like dough. We were still kissing, I reveled inwardly. My eyes were half-lidded as I made an attempt at getting a look at the face of this guy nearly overtop of me, but it was in vain, for when he bit down on my lower lip, demanding entrance into my soft, cavernous mouth, my eyes shut tightly. A small mewl escaped my mouth when I parted my lips for the man and his tongue slid inside of my oral cavity. I writhed briefly underneath him when he pressed his body further into mine, hand gripping my chest more tightly. His other hand, though, was still stroking my cheek lovingly, as if we were real partners and not quick-fucks.

His tongue left a smokey, ash-like taste in my mouth. I hated it, actually. I didn't like it. He tasted bad to me. It was detestable, but I allowed it because he felt so good. This man was never someone I would go after another time in my life, but at this moment, in my childish desires for release and company-- no, in my ignorance-- he was what I wanted.

My thoughts were interrupted by a soft groan that reverberated into my mouth deliciously. I felt the hum of his efforts to quiet down in my very core.

I didn't say anything because I knew exactly what he needed at that moment. With my two free hands, I gripped his waist gently and tugged him closer. I hadn't realized it, but I was now pressing myself into the armrest of the couch with my legs sprawled out across it whilst he had one leg on either side of me. He was leaning over, still kissing me with great fervor, but my mind was thinking lower than our mouths.

The hands that rested on his waist trailed down his well-built form. Even when I reached his pants, I grew excited. I felt for the buckle on their front and fumbled with it sloppily, intent on getting that thick pair of pants off of this guy.

Was it hot in here or was it just me?

I didn't get hot a lot, not even during sex. That whole, "warmth bubbled in my chest," thing didn't exactly happen to me. It was a part of my little quirks, but tonight was different.

I liked it.

The man overtop of me clearly had other ideas aside from my wanting-his-dick because when my fingers got close to undoing his belt buckle, he bit down more deeply on my bottom lip and hissed out a grumble. Immediately, my hands slid back up his half-dressed form (I had realized halfway through this that the jacket he wore hadn't been buttoned up the entire time, leaving his milky skin vulnerable to my touch) respectfully.

"Too fast?" I tugged my head away, panting rather harshly. He had stolen my breath in the minute-or-so that we had been locked together by mouthes. My face was flushed beautifully and my mouth was slightly parted as I continued to huff and puff for a clear bout of air.

"Mm-hmm." He droned, ducking his head down. He neared my neck quickly, taking a deep breath before pressing his soft lips onto my exposed skin. My legs shifted, now intertwined. I made attempts at pressing my thighs together in order to help with my growing anticipation, but the hand that had been stroking my face so gently was now holding my left leg down, away from my right. A distressed noise escaped me and I tightened my grip on his hips.

He sucked greedily on my tender-skinned neck, leaving purple blotches and blemishes as if they were lovely, flowering leopard spots. Soft groans did leave his mouth every once in a while when my right knee hiked up and pressed against the bulge in his pants, but it was unfortunate that he merely shifted around whenever that happened. He liked to take things slow, apparently.

He lifted his head from my neck, unable to admire the many spots he left decorating my skin. It was too dark. He was almost angry, but then he remembered that he could only do this in good conscience when it was under the shadows' blankets.

The hand cupping my breast finally relinquished its hold, allowing the tender bust to bounce pleasantly into its resting position on my chest. It throbbed softly, showcasing just how much he had been toying with it.

"Are you ready?" He chuckled deeply, adjusting his position in a way that forced his knee overtop of my sprawled-out left leg, holding it down. Now, he had two free hands to work with here.

A pleasurable grunt left his mouth as he slid his thick jacket off of his already-sweating form. His skin was slick and, if there had been light to reveal him to me, I would have realized that his fair skin was glistening.

To my displeasure, he kept his pants on.

"I am." I pleaded, opening my eyes after their many minutes of having been closed. "I am, I so am." I continued, releasing my hold on his waist to instead grip the couch's cushions. I sounded pathetic, but he seemed to like it. I was genuinely enjoying this, after all. It wasn't often that I felt unbearably hot like this!

With my words of encouragement and affirmation, he dropped his hands to my top and gently began to remove the garment in the way he saw fit. It slid easily off of my form when I lifted my torso and raised my arms. He unclipped my bra and slid it, too, off of me. He wasn't a ripper, I noted. Thank goodness, I wouldn't be able to walk out of this place if he had been!

He lifted the knee that pressed against my trapped leg before he took both of his arms and slid them under my thighs. He lifted my bottom half up and proceeded to slide it into the hold of a single arm as he used his other hand to slide my bottom garment off.

I felt cold air immediately hit my burning pussy and I winced, beginning to squirm underneath him despite his arm holding me up.

I was surprised when he seemed to lean closer, however. His nose touched the tip of my heat and I felt addled. I didn't make a noise, my breath only caught in my throat. I heard him take in a deep breath-- similarly to how he had when he neared my neck-- before he began to press his tongue onto my pussy.

My eyes widened and my hands fumbled with nothing but air for a second before I caught my bearings and thrust them down onto his head. Palming his skull with both hands, I held him in place as I got a grip of myself.

"Wh- What are you doing?" I chuckled as a wobbly smile began to spread across my face. I asked the question despite knowing what answer was going to be returned.

"Pleasuring us." He responded, returning his tongue to his mouth as he was stopped by me. "Is that a problem?" His voice seemed to have an uncharacteristic hint of teasing and I grew anxious.

"It's no problem at all, Mystery Man." I breathed, head nearly spinning as I awaited what was to come. I relinquished my hold on his head, allowing my hands to drop down to the couch's bottom cushions. I felt him hover his face overtop of my now-heated nether regions, at a complete standstill.

He said nothing. Only, he stared forward. He still couldn't see anything and it was a tad frustrating, but he'd feel relieved soon and that was for certain. After his moment of contemplation, he dropped his head back down onto my pussy's throbbing muscles.

His mouth planted firmly on the warmth, not stopping to say a word of greeting. No tongue, no kiss-- he just began to suck. It truly felt like a slap in the face.

I squealed in both shock and delight as the contact was made. My free hands gripped the divots on the couch, allowing me some opportunity to release the tension that was spreading throughout my body.

As he tormented me by continuing to purse his lips into my pussy, I simply squirmed beneath him. At some point in my euphoric state, I had tossed my bare legs over his shoulders, allowing for proper positioning.

He had decided that it proved to be a perfect opportunity to hike me up further onto his torso and press my bare ass against his chest whilst he forced my shoulder blades into the couch's soft cushion, as if it was a better idea than simply allowing me to lie against the couch and rest while the joyous actions were administered.

And, well, he had decided right because this was amazing!

His jaw locked onto my throbbing heat effortlessly, as if he had done it a hundred times before and as a profession in-and-of itself! Finally, the long-awaited tongue began to slither its way out of his skilled mouth. It swiped across my heat, sending shivers down my spine despite the sweat that coated my skin.

He worked masterfully down below, adjusting my position in his arms every few minutes as he stormed to get me to release.

Suddenly, as he shifted my body to one side and held it up with a single arm, I felt a thick finger press into the little bundle of nerves that held immense pleasure buried within itself. My back arched when the force was applied, sending shocks down my spine.

My mouth opened in a silent scream and my eyes rolled upward when he began to rub at my sensitive bud and suck simultaneously. This was an experience I had never had before and it was sending me over the edge! I was folding for this random man on this random couch in this random home, dear Lord! I didn't currently follow any religion, but I might just have to make this guy my messiah!

I sputtered and made an effort to collect myself enough in order to speak when he said something out of the blue. "Let me hear you." He growled into me, sending a humming sensation into my sensitive organ. My mind buzzed, clearly taken aback by his thick, guttural voice.

Right after the words registered to me, my entire body relaxed for a moment despite my twitching legs and near-overstimulation. As he requested, I let out a long-drawn moan, soft and sensual. It was so genuine, I hardly knew what to think. I couldn't think, actually. He had stolen my breath, my voice, my thoughts--

If he was going to take all of those things, he should just take me, too, my mind hissed.

My lips suddenly parted when the finger pressing into my sensitive bud began to twist in circular motions, leaving me in a daze. My head dropped to the left, leaving my bruised, flushed cheek to press into the cushion comfortably.

Right when I began to think clearly again, I felt him rock my world. Literally, actually.

When he let out a moan of his own into my throbbing pussy, I felt myself release. It flooded out of me like a tidal wave, striking his face and leaving it gooey and slick.

I had made a mess of myself. Now, as he towered over my still-scrunched and hunched form, I blubbered something along the lines of an apology for having come all over his face.

A dribble of saliva snuck down my face, striking the couch. It wet my cheek, but I didn't even notice it. My legs were shaking and my hands were now roughly digging into his hair.

I don't remember putting those there, really. It just happened.

He didn't seem to have any complaints, though. All he did was gently settle my body back down beneath him, unraveling my legs. He pat my left thigh gently and chuckled.

If I could see him, I would have noticed the smirk that had sifted along his features as he swiped his pink tongue along his wet, soaked cheek. He licked up all of my liquid and I hadn't even known.

"Than.. Thank." I blabbed dopily, eyes half-lidded and mouth slightly parted in a half-smile. I felt so good in that moment, I hardly knew what to say other than a genuine 'thank you.'

He didn't speak for a moment. I felt him get off of the couch, but it didn't do much to snap me out of my stupor. I heard shuffling on a clothed form before a 'click' sounded out and garments fell to the ground with a 'ruffle' and a 'shuffle.'

Oh?

He had taken his clothes off!

I was wondering why he was taking so long to get back onto me. Why wasn't he on me? He should be... like, right in between my legs right now! Still wet, still slimy. Slip on in, big boy.

My mind raved and a bright grin spread across my face like hot butter on toast. This was exciting!

I hummed, straightening up on the couch. Now, I leaned back against the armrest semi-uncomfortably. He seemed to be taking off combat boots because the stomping and his incessant grunts were too much to have just been sandals or sneakers.

"Save the noise for when you're inside of me, Mystery Man." I snickered, wiping a stray tear from my eye. Looks like my high had lasting effects. Still, my legs felt numb and my tummy tingled. He was very good at what he did.

I didn't even realize that the name 'Mystery Man' was becoming a theme here. It was sticking. Before I could think about it, he had already spoken.

"There'll be plenty." He stated confidently as he rose back onto his feet and slipped onto the couch. I could hear the grin on his face when he said that and it made me even happier to be in the room with him right now.

"Ooookay." I drawled, slowly growing in anticipation. "I better hear it." I laughed, now in a seated position in front of his resting-on-knees position on the couch. I pressed my hands into his well-built chest, feeling around his bust, biceps, forearms, and... damn, his abdominal muscles. Abdominal muscles were just so phenomenal when on display. In this case, it was a touch-only display but it was just as good!

My fingers delved down more lowly, now tracing the indents that his v-line made. It was defined, but I wasn't really surprised at this point. This guy was ripped and it was easy to tell even in the dark.

I gulped, blinking longly. My breath held firm in my lungs whilst I collected myself and my nerves. If he was this big upfront, I couldn't help but wonder what he was like below deck.

I didn't have to wonder for long. After a little while of my little 'daydreaming,' he had taken his hands and placed them on my exposed ribcage. His fingers danced along my skin, sending pleasurable tingles all throughout my body. His touch was soft, similar to how one could imagine a cloud feeling on their skin.

My held breath is now released. It fanned out across his face, leading to a stint of hushed chuckles coming from my partner.

I got to work quickly, deciding that I had stalled enough. There was no need to imagine what it was going to be like if I could just experience it right here, right now.

My eyes pressed shut as my hands finally delved lower, pressing gently on the divot in his v-line as I reached the first little bushel of hair.

Faintly, I wondered what color it was, but I'd figure it out later if I ever did see what he looked like.

Actually, would I see what he looked like? Ever? What if, after this, I was simply cast aside? It made sense. I was just a street cat, after all. This was repayment for him saving me.

I scoffed inwardly, shaking my head. I was thinking too much. I can't get attached to this dick; it wasn't like he had a knot or anything!

At that thought, I laughed outwardly. It was a one-cough type of laugh where a bright, toothy smile crosses your face even when you try to stop it. My lips twitched and I rolled my eyes before thrusting my right hand down. I had grabbed hold of the tall shaft, now gripping it firmly.

Its girth was impressive and, from what I could tell as I gave it a quick stroke, it had some decent length on it, too.

When my hand adjusted its hold on the man's penis, I felt him visibly shudder.

"You don't have a lady's delicate hand pleasing you often, I could guess?" My voice came out rather accusatory and condescending; it was purposeful. But, my taunts didn't seem to work for his manhood got noticeably harder in my hand. I chuckled lowly, shaking my head. He didn't respond to my words coherently, so I merely shrugged it off.

I was still sitting upright and he, on his knees before me, was rather tall. His dick was the type to, when erect, stick straight out at a slight upward angle. I could feel a nearly-unnoticeable tilt, but I preferred it that way so it didn't bother me much.

His little imperfections made him even hotter.

I leaned forward, pressing my lips on his shaft. I kissed it lightly, eyes shut gently as I appreciated the chance to give him pleasure in return.

He had really rocked my world and I was going to do the same to him.

Well, that was what I was going to do before his hands which had been stroking my sides so gently suddenly grabbed me and pushed me down against the couch.

Like before, I was laid out across the couch with him nearly overtop of me. He shuffled backward, now positioned in between my slightly-spread legs.

"Fucking Hell!" I squealed, releasing my hold on his dick quickly. I clasped my hands together over my chest as they bounced and slapped against my skin. As they settled, I felt his hot breath fan over my already-abused neck. This guy did not seem worried about my curses or my scare, for he was already putting in the work.

Looks like he wasn't the type of guy that wanted a blowie.

His legs were positioned on either side of me. One of them was tossed over mine so that my legs stayed open for when I was growing too stimulated, I supposed excitedly.

I heard the sifting of skin-on-skin for the briefest of moments, hinting that he had been stroking himself overtop of me. When he was in between my legs, though, I didn't find that appreciative. He could pump inside of me, not outside.

I felt my pussy throb angrily, pulsing as if it had been stung by a bee or a wasp. I just wanted to feel that muscle lining my walls-- could he be any slower?

"Hurry up..." I whimpered, my voice growing low and anguished. I was nearly hurting beneath this man. Yearning for him.

At my plea, a long groan left him. With that, he was pressing his tip onto the edge of my slick folds. He rubbed his dick against it for a few long, arduous seconds, before finally slipping it inside of me. It was relatively easy considering how wet I was, but the stings produced from the stretching burned like fire. His foreplay was no joke; had he not prepared me so well, I likely would've torn in half. He was huge.

I rolled my hips lightly, adjusting to his impressive girth and pleasurable length. He slid himself further inside of me, now at his hilt.

"Fucking.. Shit, man." He murmured, voice mimicking a cracked growl.

I felt the air grow uncomfortably hot once again. While my skin had already been slicked with sweat, the air inside the room felt sweltering and muggy. It wasn't to say that this wasn't also sexy, erotic, and steamy, but damn, was it also everything I had never experienced before.

When I settled down, I felt the first of his movements inside of me. He rocked his hips back and forth slowly in the beginning, getting a feel for my gummy walls. As he moved, I throbbed overtop of his cock, tensing and loosening with every inch he delved inside or retreated outside.

It wasn't long before he began to quicken his pace, keen on striking every bit of me and pleasing me to my very core.

He was definitely getting a kick out of it, too, if one were to judge off of the many grunts, groans, and--

He hunched over with a loud, cracked moan as I finally wiggled my way out of his hold. I was able to pause his movements and wrap my legs around his hips, giving him better access to every part of me.

He worked his free hands around my body, placing one on my breast and the other on my hip in order to hold me up more comfortably. His fingers stroked and his hand twisted and tugged, palming me and enjoying me from both inside and out.

In addition to this, he craned his neck and began to bite at the skin of my neck, decorating it with more curious shapes and bites. Still, he fucked me relentlessly. The slapping of his ballsack on my ass and our breathing was really all that flooded our ears besides steam and blush.

Murmured words escaped my opened mouth. They were some things along the lines of him being the best I'd ever had or telling him to keep up the good work in one way or another. When he hurried his pace, I was unable to keep up my blubbered speech. My tongue lolled out of my mouth and my eyes rolled into the back of my head as he struck a particular spot deep within my walls.

I was blessed to have ended up in this man's apartment, it seemed.

I came all over his cock, soaking it to the bone with the sweet juice. A purr escaped my throat, half-gurgled on saliva that had collected inside of my mouth. I was drooling for this man.

And it was returned, apparently, because my neck was moistened by his saliva, too. He continued to pepper kisses and sigh pleasantly into my skin, leaving the occasional bite here and there.

Everywhere.

When I felt the familiar twitches of his fat cock that signaled he was beginning to unravel, I tugged at his hair with my hands, prompting him to lift his head and look in my direction. When his hot breath fanned over my face instead of my slick neck, I caught him in a breathless kiss.

He sighed into it, relaxing, even, but his pace quickened and grew more sloppy. His cock twitched and tensed moreso, warning him if his closeness.

"Shit. I'm gonna— fu..hck!" He grit his teeth, preparing himself to pull out right before his release, but my displeased growl urged him to stop.

Over his ragged breathing, I whimpered, "I— I can't get pregnant right now! Just.. oh, shi—t!" I clenched my eyes shut and wrapped my legs around his waist more tightly, pressing him further into me. "Just come inside of me!" I pleaded helplessly, hands now having-moved to his back in order to scratch at any type of handhold.

Apparently, those words were all of the encouragement that he needed in order to ruthlessly pound into me once again. Right as he moved his head to the side and bit down onto my neck, I felt his cock twitch one last time before torrents of his hot seed coated my insides.

His heavy body collapsed on top of mine when the last few drops of his semen spurt out of his dick and into my body. He didn't pull out, thankfully; I needed this contact. I needed to be full.

My fingers twitched as my own body began to relax. My arms quivered tiresomely as my grip on his flesh loosened. Slowly, I trailed my hands upward and into his damp hair. I tugged at a few locks, wishing he'd take the hint and stop biting me.

When he did finally release my skin, I caught his lips in a wet kiss once again. He no longer tasted like ash. It wasn't hard to guess what the metallic taste was— it was my blood. He had bitten down pretty hard, breaking skin, but the scratches lining his back were payment enough.

"Thank you." I grumbled into the kiss, rolling my hips into his from beneath him.

"For?" He returned sarcastically.

I assumed that he was joking. Maybe. He could've truly been confused as to whether I was referring to being saved by him or being fucked by him, but... I wasn't in the mood riddles or any type of thinking.

I pulled away and chuckled, stroking the back of his head. "For being here tonight and giving me this experience.”

He chuckled shortly and thrust into me roughly, providing no verbal response. He got his point across, though, when I felt him harden inside of me once again.

I'll save the thank-yous for after he's done with me, I suppose.

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ITS MY BIRTHDAY RAAAAAAAAAAH🎉🎉

also happy valentines day to everyone else❤️❤️

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Grip

Synopsis- JJK piece men who unknowingly have a deep attraction to your pudge. Men who just love your fat tummy!

Gojo

The man always finds himself zeroing in on your pouch of flesh—practically staring holes at it. It can come off as judgy or scrutinizing but it’s the opposite—admiration. He just loves when you wear form fitting clothing like a skintight dress or leggings—anything that shows your supple shape.

He loves when he can see the outline of its shape—the beautiful almost “U” like shape enchanting him. It’s so beautiful to him and so attractive to him. He just indulges in the fact that it’s so effortlessly plump—so kissable and touchable. So incredibly easy to press into and mold whatever shape he longs for.

“You’re so pretty,baby? Yeah you like how deep I am inside?”

Gojo has your legs pushed into your chest,chest heaving and faces constantly grazing each other as he pulls in and out of you. Even though he can see your pretty face,that he loves,his eyes immediately gaze down to stare at your tummy.

The rolls of your stomach are pushed together and layered on top of each other—and fuck it just looks so good to him. He purposefully pushes your legs back just see your flesh layer onto itself some more. He ignores your whines as he bends and plays with you for his unknown pleasure.

And pleasure he gets because by the time he’s done with you in that position,he’s came on your tummy three times now and he’s planning to make it a fourth.

Nanami

The man is naturally a provider, a person who feels a responsibility to take care of others. So with that huge part of his nature he’s naturally drawn to your softer features especially your stomach. Every time he returns home from his draining and tiring job—there you are in the kitchen making a meal full of love for the both of you and every instance,no matter how tired he is,no matter how much work he has to catch up on—Nanami’s hands always find themselves gripping the pudgy stomach.

He’ll stand behind you,hands kneading it and rubbing it ever so gently. He’ll listen you talk about your mundane activities that you don’t think really matter but he always listens. He hums and rubs you,each stroke and pinch of his fingers like a warm comfort. A comfort that always turned perverted and pleasurable.

“Did I say stop talking? I want to hear about your day.”

It’s hard to talk when his large hand is rubbing cool circles on your harden nipples through your thin shirt. Not only that but you couldn’t just talk normally when his hand is playing with your throbbing clit—caressing ever so soft circles onto the fleshy bud.

“Nanami—!”

“That’s right talk for me,be a good wife and just tell me about your day,m’kay?” You couldn’t get any words other than praising and chanting the man’s name. That’s when he removes his hand from your breast and goes back to gripping your pliable tummy.

All you can think about is the blissful sensation of his hand rubbing your clit and the loving touch of his extremities onto the excess above your pelvis. Oh yeah,Nanami just loves this everyday practice of his.

Yuji

The man always finds himself laying on your tummy—recapping his day and ranting about anything with you. He melts in the pillow like texture,snuggling into you—hands placed onto your stomach and tuffs of pink hair being the only think you can see while he just relaxes on you.

You could feel him occasionally kissing you through your shirt before he lifts it up and just starts sucking on the smooth skin. His rambles slowly turn into him forming hickeys on the fatty skin—the innocent conversations turned into pure concentration on the shapes he’s making with his mouth.

“Can I go down there..?” All Yuji needed was to see you breathlessly nod yes. He needs no more time before he pulls your panties to the side and latches his mouth onto your clit.

He’ll suck and suck—veiny hands making sure to rest on your belly,pretty brown eyes constantly watching you—eating up your wanton moans. You can’t help but grips the pinks tuffs of hair that barely pokes out from behind your plump belly.

Yuji won’t stop—not til his jaw locks,not til his whole mouth hurts. He’ll service you happily all while his large hands tease and grope your tummy. The extremities cupping the skin in batches—leaving a reminding sting of how hard he’s really gripping you.

His fingers will trace into your geography—pads of his pointer and his index mulling over your stretch marks and cellulite. He practically remolds your stomach—using it to still himself while he uses his grip to rut against the bed.

Yuji just loves melting into you and talking to you-always dissolving in the plush flesh that he so enjoys.

Geto

This man uses your tummy as a comfort—a place of safety and a feeling of home. He’ll normally be going over scrolls or whatever busy work always having you beside him—big hand reaching over to pull you closer to him,leaning down to grip the abundant flesh that sits above your mound.

But sometimes Geto doesn’t want to work. He wants focus on you and only you. He’ll start off by asking you to sit on his lap,saying he wants to be closer you—which isn’t a lie only a half truth. And you do,always. You press down onto him gently but of course your comforting weight is still felt—felt enough for Geto to fight back a groan. He doesn’t utter a word,only placing his hand on your tummy and continuing busying himself. He won’t talk to until he feels the squirming begin—that’s when he can have fun.

“If you keep moving like that my love you’ll have to deal with the consequences.” He warns. His warning makes you stiffen up—entertaining him with your automatic obedience. For awhile you stay still but can’t help but to rock back and forth. And that’s how you end up,still sitting on his lap the only difference being his warm cock sheathed inside you.

“You can’t distract me from my work baby,so no moving okay? Be a good girl for me and stay still.”Geto asks you to stay still—tells you to be good for him yet he’s the one who won’t stop touching you. His nimble fingers finding comfort in the doughy fat—he relishes in the push back your skin offers the more he digs in you. But what he loves even more is when he touches your fat mound,enjoying your sweet whimpers of momentary pleasure. He knows you want him to fuck—want him in your guts.

However he loves how your pussy clenches against his still cock—desperate for some attention. He cups your tummy and breathes in your scent—loving the self induced torture. Your warm pudge offering a anchor—some comfort for you.

REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!!!

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Drew myself into one piece cause I was bored lol

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A mother losing a their child can be the hardest thing. Especially for immortals..

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Isn’t that that one background character from the owl house?

Hold up-

THIS GUY AHAHA

Bookstores right now are blowing up with werewolf romance novels but the hot new frontier in monsterfucking is the Blemmyes. In 2 years time everyone will be talking about sucking off one of these

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Im not over the owl house ending so I made an oc. Bite me. Her name is Persephone Richguard and she is apart of old hexside crew

Kid

Adult

And I made a video cause I could