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[happy-saiki]

if all else fails, i was myself

bakugou x reader ✾ 4.6k

info! no smut sorry gang ✾ tw! trust issues that manifest as issues w physical intimacy/contact, dubcon in its vaguest definition (NOT bkg & reader) ✾ notes! ive been in perpetual writers block for months. is this trite idk. i miss my baby but anytime i write for him im like oops this is gonna be 60k words!!! so here is. a drabble lmao. also big lmao moment this is titled after count me out by kendrick lamar ldskfjdlkjf which was on repeat while writing so uh sorry mr. lamar abt the mha fanfic

katsuki has always known that part of him is wrong.

he’s never liked being touched. every kiss he’s experienced has made him tense as an elevator cable poised to snap. any attempt to go further than that has made him a little ill, made his gut feel like a stack of loose papers being torn to shreds, slow and loud.

it doesn’t help that he’s only ever had three kisses in his life: eijirou at a new year’s party (too many teeth), eijirou again at another new year’s party nearly a decade later (too much tongue), and then his fourth date with kyoka (when he tried to convince himself he just had to push through the discomfort to become normal).

things went further than that. it was a mistake. they both knew it right after it happened—kyoka first, and then katsuki after his head stopped pounding with what if i'm doing this wrong what if she's pitying me for fucking this up what if i don't know how to touch another person correctly what if i was supposed to learn at some point and i missed it how could i fucking miss it will it always be like this because i can't do this again i can't i don't—

“kat," she said after. she looked at him with something only a few degrees removed from pity, and poorly removed at that.

he attempted a halting non-apology. he attempted a real apology. failed at both.

"it's okay, you know," she said. "to not like it."

he scoffed even though he wasn’t entirely clear on what she meant by it, because there was so much he didn’t like. ���i like it just fine.”

“if that was liking it, I’m honestly worried about your capacity for enjoying life in general.” it wasn’t a joke. her bluntness was something that'd made katsuki think he could push his boundaries with her. all of her thoughts were laid out plain for him to read, an open-source journal. “i'm just saying you don't have to like it. and you don’t have to force yourself to do things you don’t want to do. don't fuck yourself over for someone else's happiness.”

kyoka still texts him often, checks in, invites him to drinks with their friends. she’s kind. she’s normal. she doesn’t have this weird, shredded thing inside her that makes her balk at the idea of someone’s hand on her skin. that makes her think she's doing something wrong, even if she's not the one that initiated the touch.

when you started your job at the front desk of katsuki’s agency, he never thought that he'd be here, wishing above everything that he could just be normal. just for one fucking day, so he could laugh at your shitty jokes and maybe brush his knuckles across the back of your hand in passing and take you on a date where he could kiss you in his car after driving you home and the thought wouldn’t make his skin crawl, wouldn't tear up his insides to pulp.

because he fucked everything up. he's standing in his empty office where you'd been spending time with him and he fucked it up and hurt you and he's not sure how to unfuck it.

the thing is, he could grin and bear it. he could deal with the odd thing inside him that hates the contact and white-knuckle it through every kiss, every caress. but he’s never been a great actor. he wouldn’t be able to hide that from you.

(kyoka told him, years later, that it’s not that the sex itself wasn’t fine—what made it nearly unbearable for her was the fact that she could tell, only after it was too late, that being physically vulnerable with her pained him far more than he was willing to reveal.)

no one wants to feel like the person they’re with is grinning and bearing it. that they’re white-knuckling it through. katsuki knows this. he knows he’s basically a fucking virgin all but in title at thirty and that he’s got the personality of a dried-out fig you find in your fridge weeks after its last edible moments. he doesn't have much to offer.

but he walked into work one day and nodded at you, curt, a grimace on his face—and you smiled at him so kindly that his stomach twisted.

with you, it wasn't the feeling of something being torn apart. it was different, lighter. leaves wrenched into the sky by a strong breeze. still a kind of tearing, but different—less destructive.

he was wearing a deep carmine sweater his mom sent him in one of her bi-monthly care packages (as if he’s not an adult, and a pro-hero on top of that), and you said, “that’s such a nice color on you. is it new?”

there was that breeze inside his chest, strong, pulling at his bones. “yeah,” he grunted. then slowly, as if remembering how: “thanks.”

it was the attention, he thought at first, that piqued his interest. he wasn't used to it. people always watched him from afar, and he had fans online that were borderline obsessive, but people didn’t approach him. they didn’t say that’s such a nice color on you. they didn’t smile the way you smile.

he’s always had a shallow streak. it’s not like he doesn’t know this. it’s become a little muted over time, a little discouraged by the visible scarring on his face and body from his time in the field, but it’s never fully been eradicated. so it was simple, he thought. you paid him attention and stroked his ego, and he preened like a self-obsessed bird of paradise.

and then you started making these little origami whale sharks.

fucking stupid. it bothered him an annoying amount. you had a bunch at your desk, all different colors and sizes, some taped to your desktop monitor, some hung up with little pieces of string under the desk's storage overhang. you drew dots on the back of each one, a distinct spotted pattern that was unique for each shark. and you made them for everyone but him. eijirou bought you a pack of high quality origami paper and you made him his own fucking school, all with little faces, winking or surprised or angry, their wide paper mouths gaping and empty, the lines of their bodies pressed careful and sure.

he hated it. it was annoying and a waste of company time and he usually didn’t ever use dumb corporate slogans like “a waste of company time” but you were really pushing his fucking limits.

it was definitely just the attention he liked, he told himself, because surely someone doing something as dumb as this would annoy him to no fucking end if he spoke to them.

and then he spoke to you and he was wrong.

he asked why you made the damn things in the first place and you told him, “i like whale sharks. but to be totally honest, i just run out of things to do."

and he saw that as a challenge. you were running out of things to do? rest assured he could find more shit for you to take care of. so he did. tasks that he wouldn't wish on his worst enemy, they were so dull and time-consuming. and you were so achingly competent that it drove him up a fucking wall. you completed everything he asked of you in half the time it would take someone else, and you always reported back with a smile, and you always did good work, and he could see himself having a conversation with you about something other than work but he didn't want to try because he was worried he'd begin to like you as a person.

you're pretty. really fucking pretty. he can see that now, and he sure as fuck saw it then. you're hardworking. you're just likeable, and that's something katsuki had never been. it (reluctantly) impressed him. worse than that, it turned his feelings for you into a sort of interest.

but he knows he's not normal when it comes to things like this.

he tried to distance himself from you because of it, but it turns out that asking someone to do work for you means you do have to speak to them sometimes. and sometimes turned into a lot of times.

sometimes turned into bringing him coffee in the morning, not because he asked you to, but because you're sweet like that. sometimes turned into being the person he bounced ideas off of when he had a board meeting coming up or something otherwise boring and meticulous. sometimes turned into you laughing at his prickly comments rather than going quiet because of them. turned into you saying suck it up, dynamight, this is what it means to be the boss when he complained about doing paperwork.

sometimes turned into staying late with him at the office, getting take out for the two of you to share while you finished filing claims and damage reports and other stuff he hated taking care of by himself. sometimes turned into him asking you to stay late just because he wanted you there. because even when he was quiet, you'd tell him about your day, about things that happened in the office, about how much you like the book you'd both been reading. he loved listening to you talk. felt comfortable enough to tell you things about himself when he'd never felt comfortable doing that before.

sometimes turned into you holding out a piece of fried tofu from your take-out container for him to eat while he was approving time-off forms that he should have looked at much earlier that week, and you being so close that he could notice how good you smelled, and the warmth of your body basically radiated towards him, like all your energy was focused on him, and your smile was small but somehow even more lovely than usual, a secret for him to tuck away and keep, and when you finished feeding him and he had a little sauce on the corner of his mouth and you reached forward to wipe it off for him and your hand lingered there for a moment and your eyes fell to his lips and what if you try to kiss me and i'm wrong and you hate me for it and what if i can't give you what you want and what if i'm not actually what you want what if i've disappointed you already what if—

it was too much.

so he fucked it up. your thumb was so soft against his skin. he reeled backwards in his chair, rolling it whole feet clear of you, and he felt the tearing again, the bad kind, like paper unevenly shredded by clumsy hands, and he had to leave. he had to leave. he needed to leave so badly that it felt like pulling his skin off would be preferable to being in that office with you.

hiding in the bathroom was fucking pitiful. he remembered his breathing exercises. he remembered to ground himself. and when he came back to his office, you were gone.

if he was normal—and he wants to be normal, god fucking damn—he could have stomached your proximity. he could have eaten out of your fucking hand. he could have touched you back like a normal person probably would have and he wouldn't be here, alone, looking at a little purple sticky note you left him that says i finished organizing the pto forms. i hope you feel better!

he doesn't know whose pride you're trying to save with that. as if you didn't leave because he made things so fucking awkward by running away from you when you touched him. when you—maybe, if he was reading the room correctly—were about to kiss him.

and you don't speak to him for days. he doesn't want to push so he doesn't—just watches you out of the corner of his eye whenever you're both in the same room, which is arguably worse. he's not sure. he's just itching to fucking talk to you because he misses it.

he misses you. in a more-than-friends way.

it takes a while for him to realize this. when he does, it hits him like a metal rod up the side of the head. it's fucked up of him to miss you the way he does when he doesn't feel like he can provide you with the things a normal person could. and though he's worked on his patience over the years—worked on understanding that he can't have everything he wants—it doesn't stop him from being selfish and finally pulling you aside to talk.

and baffling as fucking ever, the first thing you say is sorry. "i know i should've talked to you about it earlier. i just—i shouldn't have done that. and i know it. i shouldn't have assumed that—i don't know. that you..."

you look helpless. it's one of the very few times that katsuki has ever felt the compulsion to touch someone. not because he wants the touch, per se, but because he wants to be able to provide comfort. he never figured out how to do that with words. he's so focused on his inability to comfort you that he barely has any idea of what you're actually talking about. instead of doing anything at all, he just stands there like a fuckwad.

"i just want you to know that i would never—like never—have touched you, or tried to... if i didn't think there was like, a vibe?" you shake your head, exasperated with yourself. "god, even that sounds so bad. i'm sorry, i just—"

"wait, what are—?" and then it clicks, because he's been slow on the uptake figuring out his shit when he should have been focusing way more on yours. "there was..." katsuki says, and he fucking hates that he can't find better words for what you were both feeling in his office, "a vibe."

the way your face changes when you're flustered is one of katsuki's favorite things, but it's not as enjoyable when he feels just as flustered as you look. "i—oh? so... so you—?"

his ears feel like they're being attacked by two heated straightening irons and he knows they're red as hell right now. he's gonna have to say this plainly even though he'd rather get his teeth pulled out one by one with a pair of pliers. "it's not you."

your expression loses any sort of hope it once held. you press your lips together and sigh, maybe a little exasperated. he's doing his best here but he knows his best is shit. "i can handle a non-cliché rejection," you tell him. "honestly, i'd prefer a non-cliché rejection—"

"i'm not trying to reject you," he says, and it's selfish of him. because he's really not. he isn't comfortable with the things you'd want from him, but he still wants you in some capacity. "i just don't—do shit like that."

"kissing?"

somehow knowing for sure that you did want to kiss him in his office makes him want you more. he likes that you're bold. he likes that you're not ashamed of that. he wants to be different than he is. "any... of it," he struggles to admit.

"at all?"

he nods.

"just—like touching, and stuff?"

it sounds so juvenile that he can't help but laugh through his nose, roll his eyes. "yeah. touching and stuff."

"oh."

you're disappointed. of course you are. it's not like he expected anything different, but—sometimes he fucking hates his life. hates that he can't be the thing people need him to be. hates that trying is so difficult, that it flings his stomach into space, like a throwing stone skipping across a still lake.

"so you don't go on dates, or anything."

"haven't tried."

"do you not want to?" you ask, and he can tell it's more of a genuine question than anything. you're curious about him, like you always are. it's more than he deserves, for all he can offer.

"doesn't make sense to."

"that's not what i asked."

it's not. and so katsuki listens as you ask your question again, and he really takes a moment to think.

considering the answer to your question leads him to his first date with you. and his second, and his third—his fourth, and he's keenly aware that his last fourth date ended with what he expects all dates are supposed to end with.

he takes you to the aquarium. because of all the fucking origami whale sharks. you still haven't given him one and it sticks in his craw like a bone. in front of the backlit tank that holds sharks of all types, shapes and sizes and teeth he's never pictured possible of a living creature before, he asks, "why sharks?"

you look at him, brow raised. "i don't know. they probably needed the biggest tank in the aquarium. and this looks like the biggest tank."

"no, dumbass—your sharks. the ones all over the fuckin' office."

"what, you don't like them?" you ask, but you're smiling, sly.

he shrugs. he thinks they're dumb as hell. he wants one to hang up at work, like the ones you've got hung up at your desk. "they're whatever. they clutter the fuck out of ei's office. and he's already got issues organizing." you've just made eijirou so many at his point, and it's getting ridiculous. "but what—are they easy to make, or something?"

you laugh a little. "no. not at all, actually." a whale shark swims by, its spotted hide shimmering in the tank's eerie blue lighting, and you watch it intently. "but it'd be boring if it was too easy."

this date ends with him walking you home from the aquarium a few blocks from your apartment and you smiling at him and telling him that you had a really great time, and he feels like a fucking freak because you don't even expect more. you don't wait for a kiss. don't look disappointed that he doesn't try to give you one. the way you look at him holds so much affection that he doesn't deserve and he has no idea how to reciprocate it to you, and somehow he lands on, "make me one."

"one what?" you ask, but he thinks you already know what he's asking. you like to play coy. he likes it when you play coy. when you're enjoying yourself.

"one of your little fuckin' paper things," he mutters, because admitting that he wants one of those dumbass sharks feels somehow demeaning. he doesn't want you to know how much he's wanted one. "ei's got a million of 'em."

your hand was on your door handle, but it falls to your side. he's keenly aware of its proximity to him. he doesn't feel that terrible ripping in his gut and its absence is almost frightening to him. your fingers tighten into a fist. it's cold out. "ah, and you're jealous?"

"no," he says, knee-jerk. "i just don't get why everyone gets one but me."

you smile when he says this and he could live in this image of you, delicate and small and made for him. he goes home and thinks about it until he falls asleep. thinks about it even beyond then, feels that strong breeze inside him tearing every leaf from its grounded perch.

here's the thing—nothing against jirou, but unlike his other fourth date, this one was enjoyable. more than. he loved watching you be amazed by the size of the whale sharks, and he loved watching you put a bunch of coins into the penny press and cranking the machine until one was squeezed out into the pattern you wanted, and he loved watching you lay your hand against the glass where the rubbery wings of a flood of stingrays battled for your attention, and—

he loved watching you. that's weird, right? he sounds like a fucking lunatic thinking that.

but he does. he hadn't realized until now how difficult it had been not only to touch people, but to look at them. maintaining eye contact, watching someone do a simple task out of interest instead of staring them down in an attempt to intimidate them. he's so much more fucked up than he thought but what makes it bearable is that he can do it with you. he can watch the way you enjoy things and feel like he's not intruding on something he shouldn't. without even trying, you make him feel welcome—wanted.

that's it. you make him feel wanted.

the realization affects him in a way he doesn't understand. at work the next day, when you smile at him over the top of the front desk, he feels something incredibly strong—something like instinct—that tells him to touch you. small. a thumb brushed across your cheek. his fingers grazing yours. he wants it in a way that can't be right because he's never wanted to touch someone like this.

he doesn't do it, but he thinks about it all day. your little smiles when you notice him watching you on your dates, the way your fingers graze your lips when you cover your laugh, the softness in the way you regard him. you're quiet, reserved, but when you laugh you laugh hard. he wants your soft, your quiet and your loud, he wants the feeling of your fingers on his lips, he wants your smallest smiles, all things he wishes he could fold up and keep and later display somewhere he can always see them. a school of paper fish, gaping mouths and drawn-on spots and such carefully pressed lines.

so on the eleventh date—(he knows it's ridiculous to count, but he's never spent this much time with one person before, not like this)—he reaches for your hand when you're walking alongside the bay, the air turning cold in the wake of the sunset that the two of you had just witnessed. that's romantic, you'd teased when he asked you to watch it with him. he'd rolled his eyes, shrugged you off.

but maybe he wanted it to be romantic. maybe he wanted to make this as normal as possible for you because nothing has been normal between the two of you so far.

you pull back when he reaches for you, as if on instinct. look up at him, confused, when he reaches out again. "katsuki..." you say, and it sounds as if he's done something wrong.

he tries not to let his brain spiral but thoughts drip inwards. water meeting a dented hull. what has he done this time? what else has he fucked up by being fundamentally wrong?

"you know..." you start, and you lose your words.

he thinks of kyoka, years ago. it's okay, you know. to not like it. he wonders if you'll still text him like she does.

your lips pull into a frown before you speak and katsuki can't breathe. "i was never gonna ask on my own because i know you don't like talking about things like this if you don't bring it up. but—um. katsuki—do you think i expect something from you?"

"huh?" he asks, dumb. breathing is still something he fails to do.

"i know that this is—different. i know you have some things going on that make the physical part hard for you." you look up at him so earnestly, and he loves looking at you. he loves looking at you and doesn't want to have to stop and he's worried that this is it. the moment he'll have to stop. you try to smile and it's small and he wants it all for himself. careful. delicate. secret, for him. "i'm not gonna lie to you. i don't know what a relationship without that kind of stuff looks like. but that doesn't mean i'm not willing to find out. it's—i don't need you to try to do something you think i want you to do."

"i'm not."

"it makes me feel a little sick, kat. honestly. it makes me feel like, i don't know—like i'm taking advantage of you, or something—"

"you're not."

"you don't have to do things like that to keep me around." you look flustered, eyes darting from his face to the skyline. "if you want me, i'm—you know."

it's okay, you know. "i don't know."

"i'm yours," you say, and cringe immediately at your words. "or like—i could be, you know, kind of whatever you wanted, if you—if that's what you want. would want."

katsuki can only remember a few times when his head was this quiet in the presence of someone else. when he trusted someone enough to let his mind go blank, to let himself act on instinct. "can i kiss you?"

you sigh. "this is what i was saying. i don't want you to—"

"no," he says, quiet, and he's closer to you than he's ever been. he likes the way you smell. he's not gonna apologize if that's weird. "i just want—god, i feel pathetic asking again. can i just—?"

just, just, just. just a touch, just a kiss, just a moment of your fucking time—it's all he wants. and he's never wanted like this. he's never trusted like this. his head has never quieted entirely because he's so sure that he's not going to disappoint you, or be something you don't actually want, or be wrong.

you've shown him that he can't be wrong with you, regardless of whether or not something within him is broken.

your lips are warm, a little chapped from the dry air, and he tries to remember what kissing chastely is but it's like something breaks in him further the second the two of you touch. his hands are cradling your face, his tongue is gliding against your tongue, his teeth are clacking against your teeth, and he knows the kiss is bad and wrong and messy but he suddenly needs it. he needs to feel you.

you make a noise against him and worry slices into his stomach before he realizes it's a quiet, breathy moan, and maybe you've been okay without the touch but that doesn't mean you don't enjoy it when you receive it. he can tell he hasn't made his boundaries clear enough—your hands circle his wrists, too cautious to go further, too hesitant to grip him like he thinks you want to. like he wants you to want to.

his teeth hit yours again and you laugh, and he pulls back, stomach tight. there's a hope in him that's ready to be torn.

you see it in his face—the fear. "i love kissing you," you blurt out, as if it's the only reassurance you can think of in the moment. "i mean—you're just." you laugh again, and he realizes it's nerves. you're just as nervous as he is. "can i—can we go somewhere warm? and maybe do this more? or—if this was enough—"

he's pulling you towards his apartment before you can get another word out.

kissing you is easy because you make him feel like it's relatively new for you as well. maybe that's how it feels for everyone every time, but he wouldn't know. he just feels comfortable with you. like you're not so much better than him, like you're not waiting to laugh at him when he fucks up, like you're touching him because you really want to.

so he takes you to his apartment and puts you on his couch and kisses you until your back is against the armrest and he's looming over you and you feel comfortable enough that your hands stray from his wrists to his shoulders to his hair and he didn't even know touching someone could feel like this.

put aside the fact that he's nearly finished in his fucking jeans three times just from your fingers running across his back, from the way you cup his cheek when he pulls back for air because he keeps forgetting to breathe—just having you close is intoxicating. he wants to bury his face in the curve of your shoulder, he wants to bite marks into your skin that'll stay vibrant for weeks, he wants to etch himself into you so deeply that he doesn't have to leave. these wants aren't even sexual—it's something about having you be his. i'm yours, you'd told him, and he hadn't even known that it would be exactly what he needed to hear.

he's in love with you, which isn't shocking to him, but he knows he shouldn't be in love with you yet because people that aren't fucked up in the head don't feel shit like this so quickly. he's not gonna tell you this for a very long time, but he knows—so completely and confidently—that he will reach a point when he can tell you.

"you sure you want this?" he asks, breathy, between kisses.

you stop kissing him, brows raised in surprise. "katsuki, we don't... this is a lot for one night. we can take it slow, still."

"that's—i'm not talking about that." he gives in, then—lets himself bury his face in the crook of your neck, lets himself breathe in deep, lets himself find your hands and intertwine your fingers, and you can probably feel that he's hard as fucking metal for you but that's not what's important right now. it sure as hell makes it awkward to try to have a serious conversation, though. "you sure you wanna deal with all... you know. my stuff."

"are you sure you wanna deal with all of my stuff?" you counter, and he pulls back to look at you. kissed rotten and smiling. "of course i want to deal with it. i like you."

and he likes you too. god, he likes you so fucking much.

the next morning, long after you've left for home, he finds a little orange whale shark hidden behind the alarm clock on his bedside table, stars in the place of eyes, and the trace of you is enough to make him feel warm. to hope that over time his apartment becomes full of the little paper creatures until his home is its own aquarium, until everywhere he looks is a memory of all you've brought him—pieces of you, perfectly arranged and delicately folded by your careful hands, much too gentle to tear.

[happy-saiki]

welcome to cupid island (sanji x reader)

a/n: omg so i did not expect the post i made about this idea to pop off so hard ;0; thank you to everyone who commented their interest in this fic! hopefully i managed to tag everyone who asked to be tagged 

contents: jealous sanji, some fluff, a tiny bit of angst (a mere taste of what’s to come)

wc. 2.5k

i. 

“doesn’t it bother you at all?” Nami asked, tilting her head in the direction of a familiar blond head of hair. “that he’s like that?” Sanji remains unaware of his crewmates’ attention being directed his way, too engaged in conversation with a group of ladies, soaking up all their kind words and light touches. Robin chuckles behind her hand whilst Zoro rolls his eyes, taking another sip of his fifth drink for the night. 

“no, not really,” you reply with a soft laugh yourself as you continue to watch your boyfriend wiggle in joy at all the attention he was receiving. “it’s pretty harmless and i know he knows not to take it too far.” Zoro rolls his eyes again.

“you have a lot of faith in the cook, don’t you?” Robin interjects with a warm smile. she’s always been intrigued by the dynamic between the Straw Hats’ chef and botanist. “most people would count what he’s doing as ‘taking it too far’, don’t you think?” she asks and to an onlooker it might sound like a challenge of some sort but you know Robin’s just curious.

“you’re right,” you reply, “both you and Nami.” you reach out to give the navigator sitting beside you a side hug. “i just think we have a special kind of understanding, if that makes sense.”

“whatever floats your boat.” Zoro speaks for the first time since you guys entered the bar. “knowing the shitty cook, i just have a feeling he won’t be so patient if the tables were turned.”

“i’d have to agree.” Nami hums thoughtfully before cracking a smile. “but you’re such a catch, it won’t be long until someone threatens to take his place, huh?” though you feel your face heat up at the compliment, you simply shake your head and laugh, glancing over once more at your beloved.

this time, his eyes catch yours and a wide, goofy grin spreads across his face. Sanji waves, body swaying slightly from the alcohol.

“HI MY SWEET (Y/N)!” he yells with a certain lack of restraint that only comes with being inebriated. before you can react, he wobbles over to your table, ignoring the curious glances and calls from the women he was chatting to before. walking up behind your chair, Sanji slumps over and wraps his arms around your chest, nuzzling his face into your neck. “‘m tired now. let’s go to bed?” he mumbles, continuing to rub his stubbly face against your skin.

after a whole thirty minutes of slowly guiding him back to the Merry and into your shared quarters, you finally manage to make it to bed. you tuck Sanji in before crawling to his side. still barely awake, he hums and pulls you close, tucking your head under his chin and tangling his long legs with yours under the blanket. his hands find their way under the back of your shirt, fingers lightly brushing gentle circles into your skin.

“did you have a fun night?” you ask as you press a soft kiss to his collarbone.

“mmhmm,” he hums. “all the pretty ladies asked me so many questions about our adventures,” Sanji’s words got more muffled by the syllable as he spoke while burying his face in your hair, “but all i could really tell them was about how awesome and sexy you are when you beat up assholes and whatever.”

“oh, really?” you can’t help but continue the conversation even though you can tell how close to falling asleep he is.

“mmhmm…” Sanji takes a comically big whiff of your hair. “time for sleep. goodnight, my love.”

“goodnight, sweet boy.” 

ii.

the next morning you dock at a new island that seems fairly peaceful enough for everyone to go about and explore on their own. Luffy, Usopp and Chopper run off to god knows where so the rest of you opt to stick together.

still slightly hungover, Sanji hugs your arm as you stroll down the bustling streets, trailing behind Robin, Nami and Zoro. before you can ask if he’d like to go rest in bed, he suddenly perks up and breaks off from the group to go greet a group of well-dressed women.

actually, now that you think of it–

“doesn’t it seem like everyone is super dressed up here?” you point out, eyes scanning the crowd. all the men and women look well-groomed and don very clean, stylish outfits.

“it’s not just the people,” Nami responds, “the whole town looks decorated for some kind of festival don’t you think?”

“whatever’s going on, there’s far too much pink,” Zoro scoffs halfheartedly.

“it’s Valentine’s Week!” an eavesdropping passerby shares. “we celebrate it here on Cupid’s Island every year. it’s when everyone’s encouraged to woo their romantic interests or propose to their significant others. this year’s special, though.”

“and why’s that?” Robin asks.

“on the last day is when our crown prince Aphr is going to ascend the throne and choose his queen. it’ll be the final thing we celebrate as a town before Valentine’s Week ends! you guys are tourists, right? you should stay until then.”

“when’s that?”

“three days from now!”

“thats roughly how long we have until the log pose sets so i don’t see why not.” Nami shrugs.

after thanking the stranger for their help, the four of you decide to settle lodging for the whole crew until it’s time to leave. as the others discuss further details, you opt to look for Sanji to reel him back to the group. you spot his back a few metres away but before you can call out for him, an old lady grabs your arm.

“hey!” you cry out instinctively, instantly capturing the attention of your crewmates as well as your lover whose eyes dart around frantically looking for you. meanwhile, Nami, Robin and Zoro ready themselves for a possible fight.

“it’s time for a love reading!” the old lady announces and everyone around you cheers. “come, take a seat.” she ushers you to a stool just beside her.

“what’s going on?” you ask, still apprehensive but less on-edge than you were a second ago.

“it’s a Valentine’s Week tradition, my dear, nothing to worry about.” she straightens your clothes and tidies  your hair as you take a seat, glancing over at your crewmates for reassurance. Zoro nods, hands at the ready. “i heard you were tourists so i’ll do this reading for free, dearie.”

before you can ask what the hell she’s talking about, she closes her eyes and waves her hands around in an odd manner. the surrounding crowd goes quiet, seemingly entranced by the display, looking almost eager for what’s to come. the only movement comes from Sanji who’s now pushing through the locals to get to you.

then, out of the blue, the old lady gasps as her eyes shoot open. she stares at you incredulously for a second before turning to the audience.

“her score is a hundred out of a hundred!”

just as Sanji reaches you to pull you into a protective embrace, the entire street roars with excitement at the elderly woman’s news.

“what the hell does that mean?” Sanji murmurs. you wonder to yourself the same thing, finding comfort in the chaos from the warmth of his body pressed against yours as well as the knowledge that, without fail, he came right to you when he thought you were in danger.

iii.

much to the entire crew’s relief, your perfect score was apparently nothing but good news. for the next two days, you and your companions are treated like VIPs, much to Nami’s pleasure because it resulted in free lodging at the swankiest hotel.

“all already fully paid for and it’s right beside the royal palace!” the random stranger who sponsored your rooms proudly proclaimed, his eyes scanned over your crewmates before landing and staying on you. “nothing but the best for this year’s prime candidate, of course.” 

“and who are we to say no to free things, right guys?” Nami instantly took him up on the offer before the man guided you to the elevators. as you streamed in, the last of the crew to enter the lift, the man took your hand and lifted it to his lips.

“and i hope you will consider me as your choice after this generous gift, milady,” he said after pressing a kiss to your skin. so shocked by the sudden turn of events, you could only stare at him in confusion as the rest of your companions’ jaws dropped.

“she’s taken,” Sanji growled as he grabbed your arm and tugged you to his chest. “thanks for the free rooms but kindly fuck off. now. or i’ll kick your ass so hard the whole hotel is gonna collapse.”

though it was the first, it was certainly not the last time people approached you to shower you with compliments and gifts. while their methods of wooing you vary widely from handmade snacks to reciting poems, one thing they all have in common was how unabashed their attempts are.

“i think our chef’s about to lose it,” Robin observes as the few of you stroll down the street booths to soak in all the festivities. “he’s flirting with the local women as usual but it’s like his eyes are glued onto you,” she laughs, gesturing in his direction.

turning around to see what she means, you bite back a laugh of your own when you spot your beloved partner a few booths away. although surrounded by women who are clearly interested in reciprocating his advances, Sanji’s eyes are blown wide open and staring right at you. his face turns red when you wave and shoot him a smile.

“excuse me, i have a gift for you–” the nth unfamiliar voice of the day tears your attention away from your boyfriend as you turn around to respond to your new pursuer. before you can reject their present, though, you feel a sudden overwhelming presence behind you as the stranger’s face turns pale.

looking up, you’re greeted by the scowling face of your favourite chef, cigarette between his teeth nearly cut in half from how hard he’s biting it. his sharp gaze pierces the man in front of you. if looks could kill, it would’ve been a massacre.

“hey sweet boy,” you greet, reaching out to cup his face in your hand, head still looking straight up at him as he towers behind you. the moment your skin makes contact with his, Sanji’s body relaxes and he turns his gaze to you, his eyes now round and shining. he holds your hand to his face, the size of his hand engulfing the entirety of yours.

“ya finally done flirting with women, shitty cook?” Zoro yells from a short distance away. Sanji shouts back his own retort as usual, all the while still pressing your hand to his cheek. when he’s done verbally abusing his friend, he returns his attention to the stranger still standing in front of you, now seemingly frozen in place, wrapped present still held in his shaking hands.

“and you.” Sanji mutters. “beat it.” 

iv. 

for the rest of the day, as the sun made its slow descent from the sky, the blond haired cook stayed glued to your side.

“it’s like he’s your stupid guard dog or something,” Zoro snorted; and though he’d meant it in a derogatory sense, you could kind of see where he was coming from. Sanji had never looked so threatening in the time you’ve known him, his gaze was sharp with his fist clenched at his side (his other hand was holding yours) and it looked like he was ready to pounce on whichever poor soul tried to steal you away from him next.

“oh my god, he’s actually like a dog,” Nami concurred with an amused look on her face when she observed how the chef only lost his tough guy act whenever you paid him any attention. the second you talked to him or looked his way, he would instantly snap back to his normal sweet self.

“it’s quite endearing in a weird way,” Robin added. neither Nami or Zoro agreed out loud but shared the same sentiment. 

after sunset, you find yourself reunited with the rest of your crew for dinner. with your free rooms came access to the hotel’s fanciest restaurant (much to Luffy’s delight) and (to Sanji’s horror) even richer men and women trying to make you fall in love with them.

“i wonder how much this is gonna cost,” Luffy says at one point, words muffled from how much food he’s stuffing into his mouth.

“it’s all free,” Robin answers, “everything here was sent by and paid for by the other patrons.” She turns to look at you, propping up her arm by her elbow to rest her chin on her hand. “our dear (Y/N) sure is popular here.” she says, smiling endearingly when she notices how Sanji shuffles his chair closer to yours in response.

without saying a word, he reaches out under the table to hold your hand. the relief he feels when you give him a light squeeze in return makes his heart sink the lowest it ever has the entire time your crew set foot on Cupid Island and he can’t really put his finger on the reason. 

shouldn’t i feel happy she’s still willing to hold my hand?

Sanji pulls your hand over to rest atop his lap before choosing to forgo the rest of his dinner to simply play with your fingers. for a good while, you’re content with watching him quietly caress and rub your digits as though they’re the most precious things in the world, heart fluttering at the gesture. you can tell he’s thinking about something but decide that it’ll be better to ask him about it later in the privacy of your hotel room.

“excuse me, miss (Y/N)?” a deep voice says as the young man who owns it walks through the restaurant and towards your crew’s table. gasps erupt from every other table as all eyes fall on him and subsequently your group as well. seeing as its nothing new, most of your companions simply ignore him to continue eating and drinking to their hearts’ content. the man stops by your side, standing in between your chair and Sanji’s, seemingly undeterred by the sight of your hand resting on your beloved’s thigh.

“yes?” you respond simply, looking up at him. you’d be a liar if you said he wasn’t an attractive person, with his shiny soft hair, defined cheekbones and the brightest eyes you’ve ever seen; but his looks alone do nothing to your heart.

the man drops to one knee before you and just a split second after, you feel Sanji tighten his grip on your hand. his palms turning cold and clammy as he glares at the intruder forcing himself in between you and him. the rest of your crew freeze in place, mouths agape at the sight playing out before them.

“my name is Prince Aphr of Cupid Island and i would like to officially court you for your eventual hand in marriage.”

to be continued

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tags: @amei-draws-stuff @carmen-skullz @cobainlover @lara-christensen-me @shondlenoodle @teewon @makingmammonmoves @carmendanny2

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LABYRINTH

FEATURING: TRAFALGAR LAW x FEM!READER

SUMMARY: When your captain, Luffy, tells you to run from Bartholomew Kuma on the Sabaody Archipelago instead of fighting, you end up on a submarine...

CONTENT: Fic structure: Sabaody Archipelago → Dressrosa spoilers, canon timeline but majority canon-divergent events, acts are organised by timeframes (act i = pre-time skip, act ii = during time skip, act iii = post time skip), acts are then organised by scenes, she/her pronouns, no use of y/n. Content Warnings (so far): panic attacks, anxiety, descriptions of injuries, blood, passing out, trauma (Luffy), drinking (one instance), brief mentions of torture, guns + getting shot.

Crossposted on Ao3: Here

ACT I... IT ONLY HURTS THIS MUCH RIGHT NOW [15k] ACT II... IT ONLY FEELS THIS RAW RIGHT NOW (coming soon) ACT III... BREAK FREE, BREAK THROUGH (coming soon)

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See below the cut for the Reader's Devil Fruit! (This can be considered a spoiler for the fic if you want to be surprised).

The Sew-Sew Fruit: A round fruit wrapped in white thread.

Needles: Materialising and controlling a range of variously sized needles.

Sew: Manipulating thread in large quantities to subdue targets, harm targets, stitch injuries, and create/alter clothing.

Seam: A mindscape where souls are ripped from bodies and sewn inside. Targets can wander freely inside this space, but their physical body remains dreamlike. If the user does not utilise this technique to its full potential, it can have lasting adverse effects, such as excessive blood loss, commonly through the hands, and chronic lightheadedness.

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Love Sick (NSFW)

Keigo Takami x AFAB Reader

Tags: PiV, a lot of emotions, Unprotected Sex, Reader and Keigo had 2 cups of wine, Intoxicated Confessions, Friends to Lovers, A lot of Fluff, Doggy Style, Missionary

WC: 4.6k

It’s love.

You weren’t sure when you started developing feelings for your best friend. All you knew is that one day, they were just there. 

Maybe it was the time he had bought you your favorite food because you were sick and at home. Maybe it was when he had memorized your order at your favorite restaurant. Or…maybe it was when he told you he felt more like himself around you than he’s ever felt in his life.

Yeah. Maybe it was then.

Or not. You really don’t know.

All you know is that you love him. Badly. It’s embarrassing, really. When he’s with you, you forget about the world around you two. You want to know more about him, even if there’s nothing left to share. Everything seems so much more simple when he’s with you, like the world suddenly seems right. It’s freeing. It’s liberating.

It’s love.

So when he calls you right after his patrol ended, you could feel your heart leap out of your chest, hands beginning to tingle as sweat formed on your palms. You picked up with an excited smile, your legs bouncing as you spoke.

“Hey! Finally off work, Kei?”

“Yeah. Hey, I’m gonna drop by that takeout place near the agency, do you want anything?”

Through the phone, you could hear the faint noises of the city. Cars and trains passing through, no doubt filled with civilians who just got off work or school. Horns and advertisements occasionally squeaking through the speaker, only barely muffled by the sound of his voice.

He really did just get off his patrol. Maybe he was leaning against the cold wall of an alleyway, head tilted up to stare at the sky. Or maybe he was sitting on a rooftop, wings stretched behind him as he relaxed from his tiring job.

“You know I don’t turn down an offer for food, Kei. Especially from you~”

Your voice was teasing, a cheeky smile on your face you hoped he could picture in his mind. You wondered if he could see you in his mind just as vividly as you could see him in yours. Just the thought alone made your heart stutter.

“Ha! You’re greedy, y’know that?”

There was a exaggeration of annoyance in his voice, which was quickly broken with a soft chuckle.

“You want the usual right? And do you want water or should I get you that tea you like?”

His question really shouldn’t affect you as much as it does. Had it been any other person who asked, you were sure you’d just nod and continue with your order, not even spare the time to realize what they asked.

But it’s not someone else. It’s Keigo. Your best friend. Your crush. And for some reason, that alone makes your heart flutter with joy. Because it’s Keigo who remembered your favorite order. It was him, the man who made your hands sweat and your leg bounce every time he spoke to you. Not your family, not your other friends or coworkers. 

But him.

“I’ll get the tea this time, Thanks.”

“Hey, no problem Princess. I’ll be there soon, okay?”

Princess. When did he start calling you that, you wonder. Maybe it was during that halloween party a few years back, where you dressed as the queen of hearts. Or was it that time when you admitted your parents spoiled you throughout your childhood?

Maybe it was then. 

But you can’t remember.

“Yeah yeah, See ya later.”

When you heard the chime of your call disconnect, you could feel your body slump over. You brought a hand up to your heart, pressing down on the surface of your chest to feel its rapid beating slowly calm down. 

It was funny. Your heart just felt like it ran a mile, but your body felt like it just got up from a deep sleep. Was this what love is supposed to feel like?

You shook those thoughts out of your head, standing up and heading towards the bathroom. Maybe a cold shower would calm your nerves.

-

By the time you got out of the shower, hair damp and baggy clothes thrown on lazily, Keigo had already made his way into your house and plated your food.

He turned his head when he heard your footsteps, a small smile on his face as he closed his eyes and spoke.

“Hey princess! You didn’t answer the door so I just came in through the balcony. Hope you don’t mind.”

You thought back to when you two weren’t as close as you were now. Years ago, when you had only just met him. He had done the same thing, entering through the balcony when you were out of the house, and scaring the living shit out of you when you came home and found him scouring your fridge.

It pissed you off back then. You remembered scolding him while he had that shit eating smirk on his face, walking towards you during your lecture and wrapping his arm around your shoulder as he told you to ���loosen up’. 

Now it was…endearing. No. That wasn’t the right word. It felt…right…knowing that he was there waiting for you. 

You chuckled, thanking him while pulling out your chair and seating yourself. The smell of the food was as delicious as always, fresh and hot, surely due to the fact that he flew over here. How lucky, not having to deal with traffic.

You both ate at a comfortable pace, chatting away as you spoke about your days. He told you about his patrol, how he had stopped a few petty villains, and how he was swarmed by fans and reporters by the end of his shift. It was a normal occurrence, but it never failed to tire him out regardless.

And then it was your turn. You told him about your day at work, how your shifts had been uneventful as always, except for the few stories you had accumulated from your coworkers. It was funny how different both of your lives were.

It all felt so domestic. Like a couple who had just sat down for dinner, talking about everything and nothing as they ate.

A couple. You liked that idea.

Before you could continue to get lost in your thoughts, you heard him clear his throat before speaking.

”Hey, so I was thinking…”

“Well. That’s never a good sign”

“Rude! At least let me finish!”

A snort escaped your lips, waving him off as you took another bite of your food. A small huff escaped his pouty lips, before he mumbled.

“Well now I don’t wanna…”

You couldn’t help the way your eyes rolled in response, a smile tugging on your lips as you spoke.

“Oh don’t be like that. Cmon, what were you gonna say?”

“No! I’m not telling you now!”

It was cute, the way he turned his head and crossed his arms. His lips curling into a small, teasing pout as his wings fluffed up behind him. He looked away from you, attempting to hide his face, but you could see the corner of his lips slowly twitching into an amused smile.

Your thoughts from earlier began to resurface, and you could feel your heart twist in your chest. When and why did you start to fall for him? Was it because you two shared so many interests and opinions? Was it because no matter how you were feeling, he could always make you laugh and forget all your issues?

Maybe it was because he listened to you when you spoke to him, or maybe it was because he showered you with gifts and affection. Or maybe it was because he called you beautiful, and stared at you like you were the only person that mattered in his world.

Yeah…maybe it was that.

You stared at the wine glass in your hand, the deep red liquid rippling with every minute movement of your body. Your body felt warm, the effects of the wine slowly making its way through your system. There was a movie playing in the background, some random film you had chosen for today's movie night.

Keigo’s arm was slung lazily on your shoulders, pulling you close to him with one arm, while the other was holding his wine glass. It was peaceful. It was quiet. 

You wondered if he could hear the way your heart hammered in your chest.

The flashing colors of the movie felt slow and dull in comparison to your wandering mind. His arm felt warm and heavy on your shoulder, and you could feel the way his fingers traced absentminded shapes on your skin. You wondered what was going on through his mind right now. Was he just as distracted as you were? Did he also feel the way your bodies were pressed together, almost as if wishing to meld together?

You almost didn’t feel the way his hand squeezed your shoulder, gently rousing you from your thoughts.

You turned your head to stare up at him, only to see that his golden eyes were already staring down at you. Your heart fluttered softly. How long had he been staring at you?

“Are you okay Princess?”

His voice was so soft, and he stared at you with such adoring eyes it made you wonder if he was really talking to you. His hand gave your shoulder another squeeze, once again drawing you out of your thoughts. You cleared your throat, voice mellow from the wine.

“Ah…yeah, i’m good. What's up?”

He didn’t respond for a moment, his eyes simply raking down your face, as if searching for something. It took him a few seconds to finally speak again, his expression softening to one of affection.

“Nothin’...you just looked a little…lost.”

Lost.

The word made you chuckle, a familiar sense of comfort filling your body. Maybe had he said this a few months ago, when you were first coming to terms with your feelings, you would have agreed. Back then, everything seemed so confusing, so much more difficult to navigate. It felt like you were swimming in a sea of conflicting emotions, with none of them many form of sense.

But now things were different. You weren't lost in that deep array of wild emotions, you weren’t scared to confront your feelings. No. You understood them now. To a small extent at least. You understood enough to know that these feelings weren’t here to hurt you, that they were just here to be known. To be felt.

Lost was the furthest thing you felt.

“Ah, sorry…I was just lost in thought.”

He hummed in response, shifting slightly so he could pull you closer to his chest. He put his wine down on the coffee table, bringing his arm around to embrace you in a comforting hug. You melted under his touch, sighing softly as he took the glass from your hand and placed it down as well.

You laid your head on his chest, the faint beating of his heart echoed in your ear like a soothing lullaby. This wasn’t the first time you two had embraced, no, it was far from it. But something was different. 

Maybe it was the alcohol in your system. Or maybe it was the way his hand slowly began to thread through your hair, massaging your scalp in such a tender way you could have sworn only lovers did.

“...You’re beautiful, you know that?”

His voice broke through the silence that enveloped you two once again, his voice carrying through the air. You shifted slightly, lifting your head to rest your chin on his pectorals, raising a brow at his words.

“Where’s this coming from?”

You mumbled softly, your eyes searching his golden ones. He smiled down at you, ruffling your hair as he chuckled.

“What, I can’t call my best friend beautiful?”

“No. I might get the wrong idea y’know.”

He chuckled again, his hand tightening slightly against your hair. He didn’t respond for a moment, but you could feel the way he hesitated to speak, his voice laced with mock confidence as he sent you a teasing smirk.

“What if I want you to get the wrong idea?”

It wasn’t rare for him to flirt with you. No, he was always like this, even before you two became good friends. Whenever he did, he would always give you that stupid smirk of his, his voice laced with a deriding tone. Back then, you were sure he did it just to piss you off, always making a flirtatious comment he knew would make you uncomfortable.

At some point, you learned to ignore it, passing off his remarks with a roll of your eyes and a knowing smile. You don’t know when you got so used to his advancements, but eventually they became a habit. A normal occurrence in your friendship with each other, comments the both of you took as nothing more than a jest.

So why did this feel genuine?

You shook off the feeling, praying he didn’t notice the way your heart rate increased at his words. You scoffed at his words with a small smile, pinching his side playfully..

“Ha ha. Very funny Keigo.”

A sarcastic laugh left your lips, but before you could come up with a snarky comment, he interrupted you.

“I mean it.”

What?

You felt your blood turn cold, your hands prickling with sweat as you shuffled up to stare at him. His expression was something akin to fear, the usual cocky smile that graced his face seemed weak and hesitant.

You swallowed a thick glob of saliva that coated your tongue, attempting to stop your mouth from drying at his words. A strained chuckle escaped your lips, your brows furrowing as you tried to reel in your nerves.

“Oh c’mon…don’t tell me two glasses of wine already have you-”

“It’s not the wine.”

His grasp on you tightened, holding you closer to his body. The weak smile on his face shifted into a small frown, his face morphing into something earnest and soft. He opened his mouth before closing it, squeezing you slightly before he sighed.

“I…You can’t tell me there isn’t…something happening between us…right?”

Before you could even open your mouth, he began to rant.

“I mean- this, this isn’t normal. Do normal friends do…this? Hold each other in their arms late at night, drinking wine while they pretend to watch a movie? Do friends look at each other the way we look at each other?”

His eyes closed, holding you close as desperation seeped into his voice.

“Maybe…Maybe it is the wine that's making me say this…but so what? Maybe I wouldn't say these things if I wasn't intoxicated…maybe I would just let us pine over each other like stupid lovesick teenagers any other day, but I don’t want that…I don’t want that anymore…”

He buried his face into your neck, his wings slowly coming to wrap around your frame. His grasp on you tightened, afraid that you might slip away from him. 

“Please…tell me I'm not crazy. Tell me you also can’t stand…whatever this shit is…”

He finally loosened his grip on you, his hands coming up to cup your face, pulling you back enough to stare desperately into your eyes.

For a moment, you wondered if this was a dream. Were his hands really holding you? Was he really acknowledging the painful tension you two had been enduring? You had never seen him with such a desperate look in his eyes, his voice wavering and hoarse with emotion. You had never seen…this.

It took you a moment to respond, an embarrassing croak of your throat escaping you before your words did.

“I…Keigo…” “Please…” He was begging. Keigo Takami, your best friend, was begging.

“I…I can’t stand it either…Keigo, I-” You were quickly silenced, warm lips connecting with yours in a desperate kiss. Your body reacted instinctively, kissing him back as your eyes fluttered closed, hands coming up to cup his cheeks and bring him closer.

You wondered if it was the wine that made your body feel so warm.

The kiss was full of emotion, feelings from the last few months, maybe even the past year or two suddenly becoming a reality. The longing and desire from both ends quickly caused the kiss to heat up, hands wandering without any direction, body’s slowly shifting to accommodate each other.

You both break away from the kiss, breaths mixing together as you attempt to refill your lungs with much needed air. His forehead pressed against your own, noses bumping against each other in a display of affection. He smiled finally, his eyes fluttering open as he pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, and then your lips again.

“Thank you…damn it…you have no idea how badly i’ve been wanting to do that…” A breathy chuckle escaped your lips, reaching forward once again to peck his lips, the air felt warm, filled with love and unspoken words of affection. Words that didn’t need to be said. Word’s that could be felt. Word’s that could be seen.

Word’s that they could only express through action.

“Me too…me too…” A soft laugh escaped the both of you, your thumbs gently stroking his cheeks as you both leaned back in for another kiss.

This one was different. Although there was still that longing for affection, that desire to be closer was becoming overwhelming. His lips parted slightly, taking your bottom lip and gently nipping it, a small chuckle escaping your lips as you tilted your head, deepening the kiss.

As you both became more comfortable, your tongues began to gently prod at each other, soft giggles and chuckles making their way into your kiss as your emotions mixed into one. The atmosphere was comfortable, the movie in the background forgotten, filling the room with its muffled sounds.

You pulled away from Keigo, shifting in his lap to straddle him, pushing him down to lay on the couch before going back to kissing him. His tongue finally slipped through the seams of your lips, running the tip of it over your teeth and gums before finally prodding yours. It was a weird feeling, his fleshy muscle swirling with yours, saliva mixing in the heat of the kiss.

It wasn’t until you felt something twitch against your thigh, that you pulled away again, raising a brow at him as you smiled.

“Excited?”

A faint blush coated his cheek, and an embarrassed chuckle left his lips as he spoke hoarsely.

“S-Sorry…can’t help it…you’re just…”

He stopped mid sentence, staring up at you with a soft smile and hooded eyes. His chest rose and fell with each breath, his hands trailing down from your cheeks, to your neck, to your shoulders, and then to your arms, squeezing the flesh as he admired your body.

“I’m just…?” You asked with a smile, a quiet chuckle escaping your lips as his hands began to travel lower, holding your waist with gentle hands as he murmured.

“Perfect…you’re just…perfect…”

His words were filled with such earnest truth and affection, it was impossible trying to stop the rising blush on your cheeks. You smiled down at him, your hands slowly trailing down to his chest, rubbing his pectorals as you murmured.

“Flirt…” You snorted out playfully.

“Just for you, princess…”

He muttered, a teasing smile on his face as he gently squeezed your waist. His hands began to slowly trail lower, his fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt gently rubbing small circles on your plush skin.

You didn’t say anything for a moment, a slow heat beginning to form in your lower stomach, guiding your hips to move in a slow roll. You could feel his breath stutter, his hands gently squeezing your waist once again before gently guiding you to roll again, and again, and again, until the both of you were slowly panting from the growing friction.

His eyes were hooded and glassy as he stared up at you, a love stricken expression in his eyes as he began to gently buck his bulge against your heat. Your combined movements were slow and gentle, a mix of deep affection and desire slowly pouring out in tender motions.

You leaned back down, pressing your lips against his once again, the kiss slow and purposeful, filled with affection and now lust. You continued to roll your hips together, the kiss muffling the growing sounds of whimpers and soft groans.

This time it was Keigo who pulled away, pressing soft kisses along your cheeks, before moving down to your jaw. He gently nipped at your flesh, moving lower until he was gently biting down on the flesh of your neck licking the bite marks he left behind.

“I…We don’t have to do this…right now…”

His voice was rough, filled with restrained desire. His hands rubbed up and down your sides,  gently nipping your neck again.

You slowed the roll of your hips until they stopped completely, your hands resting on his chest as you processed his words.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you wondered if he didn’t want this, if he was just waiting for an excuse to pull away and stop this. But you knew this wasn’t true. No, he was worried you would regret this. He was worried that you didn’t want this. But you did. You wanted him.

You wanted Keigo Takami. Your best friend. And hopefully, now, your lover.

“I want this. I want you.”

The soft plapping of skin filled your ears, drowning out the endless creaking of your bed frame. Your hands gripped the white sheets below you, face buried into one of the pillows you kept on your bed. Another pillow was under your tummy, helping you arch your back far enough so that Keigo could comfortably grasp your hips, pulling you back to fuck you on his cock.

His groans were soft and quiet, his abs flexing under each thrust as he tilted is head back, soft words of praise leaving his lips.

“You’re doin’ so good f’me baby…takin’ my cock so well…”

A whimper escaped your lips, your aching cunt squeezing his cock as his words went straight to your clit. You moved in rhythm with his thrusts, your cunny desperately trying to take more of his cock, more of him.

The fluttering of his wings was faint, but became louder as the speed of his thrusts increased. You could barely see from your position, but you could have sworn he was using the force of his wings to fuck you harder.

“Feels good, right baby? Fuck…I’ve been wanting to fuck this pretty pussy for so long…ah...been dreaming about this…”

The weight of his balls slapped against your folds, barely hitting your clit as they swung from the force of his movements. The flesh of your ass jiggled and rippled everytime it slapped against his pelvis, his eyes locked onto the way your hole greedily sucked him in. You couldn’t help the way your legs spread further, arching your back once you felt the warmth of his palm spread against the small of your back.

“K-Kei…Keigo…Hah-Mhn…wanna…wanna see you..”

His breath hitched, a small whimper escaping him as his thrusts slowed down, long shallow thrusts causing you to feel every vein and inch through your spongy walls.

“Wanna see me baby? Yeah…Yeah ok…”

He slowly pulled out, his hand immediately going to the base of his cock, pumping his slick covered penis as he watched you roll onto your back. He bit his bottom lip, shuffling closer as he slung your legs over his waist, lining up the tip of his cock to your empty hole.

“Ok…Ok, I’m-I’m putting it back in, okay?”

The small nod of your head was enough for him, and he slowly pushed back inside. First, the head of his cock slipped inside, your sloppy folds eagerly sucking him back in, desperate for more. Then, the rest of his length, each inch slowly sinking deeper and deeper into your cunny until his balls finally rested against your ass, trimmed blonde pubes mixing with your own.

Your hands slowly trailed up your body, resting on your breasts as you slowly began to tweak and pull your nipples, your body beginning to bounce with the slowly increasing pace of each jolt of his hips. His body leans forwards, resting on his forearms as he reaches that mind numbing pace again.

You could feel the tip of his cock pushing against your g-spot, rubbing it with such tenderness it makes your heart flutter. You tilt your head back, breathless moans caught short when he leans down and kisses you, tender and soft despite how rough he’s being with your cunt.

He pulls away from the kiss, littering your cheeks with small pecks of affection. He pulls you closer, the feeling of his cock so eagerly pounding into causes your pussy to slick up with arousal, the room filling with the lewd noises of your coitus.

“I-I love you…Damn it…”

He stuttered out, his hand coming up to cup your cheek stroking it with his thumb as he speaks from his heart.

“I love you so much…I-I don’t…I don’t know when it happened I…I j-just…” A low moan escaped his throat, his body shifting again, pressing down onto your body in an attempt to keep you as close as possible, craving your skin, craving your heat.

Craving you.

“I just- I just remember…fuck-seeing you, seeing you…and thinking…thinking that i’m so fucking glad that I-I have you…so glad…ah…”

A small sob escaped your lips. You couldn’t tell if you were crying, or maybe if your sweat was beginning to drip down your face, but you felt something wet fall. Broken moans mixed with grunts filled your ears, the coil in your stomach fluttering and tightening with each word that left his mouth.

“B-But there…there was something else too- oh god i’m-i’m close- There-there was that feeling, that stupid fucking feeling…of my heart fluttering…of knowing- knowing that…that I was more than just glad…”

His hips stuttered, and your legs tightened around his waist. Oh. Now you were crying. Now you could feel the way your heart ached at his words, the way you could sympathize and relate to his words.

“I-I…I was…I realized that I was in love with you, damn it…and-and it scared me…be-because I knew…I knew you liked me too…”

You could feel his cock twitch inside you, his groans becoming whimpers and his thrusts becoming shallow and rough. The movement made your cunt ache, the coil in your stomach about to snap. He was close. You were close.

“But I-I didn’t want to hurt you…Didn’t-Didn’t wanna ruin what we have- what we had…but I- fuck! fuck fuck fuck fuck! I couldn’t help it anymore! Because I love you! I love you I love you I-”

A burning hot wave of pleasure coursed through you, a sob mixed with a scream of pleasure spilled from your mouth, your orgasm ripping through you as he fucked you through it. Your legs shook, your cunt ached and pulsed, and your heart leapt out of your mouth as you screamed.

”I love you! I love you, Keigo!”

A pathetic wine of pleasure left him, his hips stuttering one last time before he quickly pulled out, lifting himself off your body to violently fist his cock, releasing his burning hot seed onto your stomach. Strings of white coated your flesh, and you could see his body tremble as he faced his own wave of pleasure.

As the final few dribbles of cum spilled from his red slit, he finally leaned back down and pressed his forehead against your own. His pants mingled with your own, his hand gently rubbing the flesh of your waist in a soothing circular motion.

As the two of you slowly came down from your highs, he pressed another kiss on your lips, smiling softly when he pulled away to murmur.

“So you wanna take a shower together?” “Later…”

“Yeah…okay…”

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Dawg this is my longest fic T-T 4,673 words!! Holy carp! Hope you enjoyed my first, and probably longest Keigo Takami fic!

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a/n: hi!! i have no words other than I simply wrote this with one hand Pairing: Law x AFAB Reader WC: 2k CW: NSFW MINORS DNI edging, heavy teasing on readers' part, p in v sex, creampie • masterlist • ko-fi • discord server •

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The atmosphere between you and Law is thick, suffocating in the most delicious way, every inhale saturated with the musky, electric tension that neither of you can ignore. It clings to your skin, heavy and hot, a cocktail of anticipation that threatens to shatter with every passing second. Law sits rigidly beneath you, body coiled tight and taut. His breathing is shallow and uneven, as though he is struggling to keep himself together, but the faint tremor in his frame gives it away that he is barely holding on. 

Your lips skim the curve of his throat, tracing a path. The salty tang of his sweat mingles with the heat radiating off his feverish skin, and you can feel the frantic thrum of his pulse beneath your lips. He swallows hard when you linger at his collarbone, the sound audible over his labored breathing.

“Don’t be so shy now, Law,” you murmur, voice dripping with honeyed mockery, each word a tease curls into his skin. “Tell me what it is you want.”

His jaw tightens, lips pressing into a thin, stubborn line, but his hips tell you everything you need to know with that subtle twitch giving away his need. You pull back just enough to see the struggle etched across his face; the sharp features contorted, frustration flashing in those eyes as he struggles against your words and actions. 

“Are you okay there, Captain?” you tease, the lilt of your voice playful and cruel as your hand drifts lover, brushing against the hard, throbbing bulge against his jeans. His breath catches and a strangled sound rips from his throat as his hips jerk upward instinctively seeking your touch.

“No,” he grits out, voice tight, almost pained under the weight of his desperation. “I’m not okay.”

You hum in mock sympathy, letting your fingertips hover just above the waistband of his jeans, the ghost of your touch sending shivers down his spine. His muscles flex beneath your touch and his hands twitch at his sides, nails biting into his palms as if the faint pain might keep him from tearing you apart, to grab you and pull you closer, to make you give him what he so desperately craves. 

You finally grant him a taste of bliss, sliding your hand beneath the fabric. The moment your fingers wrap around his length and free him, a deep and broken groan spills from his lips. You can feel his hips buck into your palm in an attempt to seek more and you oblige, slowly stroking him in a rhythm that leaves him trembling. 

“Law…” you murmur, the name slipping from your lips like a taunt. “So needy… can’t even let me take my time with you, huh?”

The growl that tears from him is primal, raw, and the sound sends a thrill skittering down your spine. His chest rises and falls in shallow gasps and his body strains against his need for control. Every part of him is wound up and you can see it in the way his muscles strain, the way his hands are curled into fists by his sides, nails digging into the flesh of his palms, jaw locked, but even that doesn’t stop the desperate roll of his hips. 

You don't stop, your strokes gaining speed, grip tightening just enough to pull sharper and louder groans from him. The slick slide of his cock against your palm, the intoxicating weight of his desperation, and the sheer heat of his need sends a rush of heat blooming between your thighs, and you can’t help but tease him further, bringing him right there, so, so close to the edge.

and then you stop.

The sudden absence of your touch leaves him frozen and his entire body goes rigid as disbelief engulfs him. His lashes flutter as his eyes snap open, and the pained groan that escapes him is thick with yearning, a sound pulled from the deepest recesses of his frustration. 

Your sly smile only deepens as you rise onto your knees, letting the moment drag on a bit longer as you savor the way his chest heaves and his cock bobs against his abdomen. You settle over him, hovering just close enough that his swollen tip brushes against your folds, the sensation drawing a sharp hiss from his lips. His hands find purchase on your hips, grip tight as he fights the urge to just push you down onto him.

“Look at you,” you purr, voice dripping with wicked satisfaction as you slowly roll your hips just enough to let him glide against you. “So desperate… look at you leaking for me, Captain.”

The slick of your arousal coats whatever it touches and his head tilts back as he huffs out a shuddering breath. “Don’t… don’t do this right now,” he grits out, but the grip on your hips tightens contrasts his words. His body begs for you, even if his words don’t.

A wicked chuckle fills the air as you lean forward, lips brushing the shell of his ear. “Don’t what? Hmm? Say it…use your words…” you murmur, each syllable dripping with a playful cruelty.

Your teasing earns a sharp inhale, and you can feel the insistent press of the head of his cock nudging against you as he silently pleads for relief. “Stop teasing, damn it…” he finally says, voice cracking slightly. 

Finally, you give him mercy- or so you let him think. You position yourself, letting the bulbous head of his length press against your entrance. The stretch is exquisite as you begin to sink down, inch by inch, and you can feel every ridge and vein of him filling you completely. His reaction is immediate and visceral as his fingers bruisingly tighten on your hips and a broken moan tears from his throat as you take him inside. 

“Fuck–” he hisses through his teeth, eyes snapping shut as his chest rises and falls with erratic breaths. “You feel- goddamn it-”

You pause for a moment, letting yourself adjust, and you feel the way he is throbbing inside of you, every pulse of his need echoing through your body. A shiver races down your spine and you can’t suppress the moan that escapes your own lips.

When you finally start to move, it’s slow and torturous - even for you- as your hips rock against him in a rhythm that is designed to unravel him piece by piece. The friction is maddeningly perfect; Law’s teeth sink into his lower lip, biting hard enough to nearly draw blood. But when he bucks his hips upward, desperate to meet your movements, your hands press firmly against his chest as a silent warning that you are the one in control.

Each roll of your hips sends him hurtling towards the edge and his body tenses and strains as he fights to hold on. But it’s a losing battle. After just a few more devastating movements, his breath catches, and he gasps sharply as his entire body goes taut beneath you.

“Shit, I’m–” he gasps out, his words dissolving into a cry as his cum coats your walls in hot, pulsing waves. His entire body shudders, his hands slipping from your hips to clench at the sheets below you instead. He trembles beneath you and his chest heaves as he gasps for breath, completely unraveled.

You smirk down at him and your movements slow to a languid grind as he rides out the last tremors of his orgasm. He is a beautiful mess: his face is flushed, body is glistening with a fine sheen of sweat, and his eyes are glazed with lingering ecstasy. “Already?” you ask in a sickly sweet tone, leaning down so your lips hover just above his. “I thought you had more in you, Captain.”

A groan of embarrassment rumbles from him as he brings one hand up to cover his face, hiding the deep maroon that creeps across his features. “Don’t,” is all he mutters, the single word filled with exasperation.

Your soft giggle dances in the air at the simplicity of his request, but you are far from finished. Without missing a beat, you resume your movements, your hips rolling against his once again as you now aim to chaise your own pleasure. The shift pulls a sharp gasp from Law as a hint of overstimulation sets in, his wide, dazed eyes locking onto you.

“Still so hard…” you breathlessly murmur as you grind down against him with a renewed purpose. 

Your hips grind harder, chasing that molten spark of pleasure that is bubbling up in your core. The obscenely wet slide of his cock twitching inside of you only adds to the sensations. Your head tilts back as a soft moan slips from your lips as you lose yourself in the way his length drags against every sensitive spot inside of you. 

Beneath you, Law huffs out and groans beneath you, the sound barely registering in your blissed-out haze. “You’re… unbelievable,” he mutters though there’s no heat behind his words- just a breathless awe laced with exhaustion. 

Your eyes flutter open to meet his, and the sight steals what little breath you have left. Flushed cheeks, disheveled hair sticking to his damp forehead, and those slightly parted lips releasing the sweetest of noises all paint a picture of utter ruin. His chest heaves with labored breaths, and despite the tremor in his arms, his hands slide back up to your thighs, inked fingers curling around them possessively. 

“You don’t get to tap out,” you pant, the words leaving your lips with an airy, satisfied rasp. “Not when - fuck - not when I’m this close.” 

Law curses under his breath, and you can feel one of his hands release your thighs and trail downwards, fingertips caressing your stomach before dipping lower. The moment his thumb brushes against your clit, you shudder at the sharp and electric sensation. He begins circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with an agonizing precision as he matches the rhythm of your hips. 

“Like this?” he grunts out as the pad of his thumb works you with the right amount of pressure.

“Fuck-- Law” you gasp, your movements faltering for just a moment as the dual sensations overwhelm you. “That’s--”

“I know,” he cuts in, lips twitching into the faintest of smirks. “I’ve got you.”

Golden eyes never leave you, dark and brimming with intensity and his parted lips tremble with each ragged breath you are squeezing from him. Even now, he can’t help but admire how utterly breathtaking you look. Your body is moving over his with wild abandon, the sweet melody of your moans is filling the air, and every inch of you is burning with life. It’s a sight that he wants to sear into his memory.

 His free hand down to your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze as if coaxing you to let go, to shatter under his touch.

And you do. 

A sharp cry from his name bursts from you as your body jerks forward, tremors wracking your body violently with the sheer force of your orgasm. The waves of pleasure crest and wash over you until stars dance behind your closed eyelids. Your fingers dig into his chest as you ride the waves, your moans breaking into soft whimpers as the aftershocks ripple through you.

Law doesn’t stop and his thumb works at your oversensitive clit as he draws out every last shiver of your release until your thighs are shaking and weak pleas for mercy tumble out of you. Only then does he give you reprieve, letting his hands fall to your hips as you finally collapse against him, boneless and gasping for air. His arms wrap around you, equally spent as he presses a lazy affectionate kiss to your temple. 

“You’re insatiable,” he mutters, tone caught somewhere between fond exasperation and awe. 

You weakly laugh and your forehead rests against his shoulder as you try to catch your breath “And you love it.” 

“Yeah,” he murmurs in agreement, his hand lazily trailing up your sweat-slicked spine in a soothing caress as you both bask in the aftermath, tangled and entirely satiated. “I do.”

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I’m so thirsty for this man it’s insane

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Request since you want something nsfw: reader getting horny and interrupting Law while he’s working/studying, reader sucking his cock under the desk (out of view) when someone suddenly enters the room, Law having to control his breathing and pretend everything’s fine, then reader getting absolutely railed against the desk when the other person leaves the room. Happy writing! x

A/N: HI NONNIE!! thank you for being patient with me! I enjoyed this a little too much and made this much longer than I originally intended but here!! Pairing: Law x AFAB!reader CW: NSFW MINORS DNI, oral sex (male receiving), masturbation, would this be exhibitionism? ima say that for now! unprotected sex (wrap it up yall), law calls reader a slut like twice, creampie, rough sex • masterlist • ko-fi • discord server •

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You tried to hold back and wait for Law to wrap up his work. He told you it would only just be ‘a bit longer.’ That was 3 hours ago. You tried so desperately to wait, going through the motions of distracting yourself: flipping through a book, taking a shower, even just lying on Law’s bed, legs dangling off the side The longer Law sat at his desk though, jotting down notes and muttering under his breath, the more restless you became. 

Impatience was soon overshadowed by desire and every glance at him, every time he brushed his fingers over his hair, every shift of his body sent heat pooling between your legs. The way he looked so focused, so intent on his work, only added fuel to the flame. And as the minutes dragged on, your frustration grew.

You bite your lip and glance over at him from where you sat, letting out a huff. He looked so serene, so unaffected, it was as if the idea of getting lost in you hadn’t even crossed his mind. 

Enough was enough. 

You got up and padded over to him. He didn’t notice you at first, too engrossed in whatever he was writing down. You were now behind him, hands reaching up and gently sliding over his shoulders, and in response he just stiffened slightly, barely acknowledging your presence. 

“I said I’d be done soon,” he muttered, but that rasp in his voice told you that he wasn’t quite as unaffected by your presence as he seemed. 

You leaned down, pressing into his back, and your fingers trailed down his chest, slowly. Your lips brushed the shell of his ear as you whispered, “Three hours is hardly ‘soon,’ Law.”

You could feel him tensing up below you, his body going stiff beneath your touch. But he still didn’t look up at you. 

“Come on,” you murmur, “just take a break, you need one.” you pull his chair back, the legs dragging against the floor and you shift so now you’re in front of him. Law watched you, pen still gripped in his hand, and he called out your name in a warning tone. 

You ignored the warning in his voice, sinking to your knees and shimmying slightly underneath the desk with a playful grin. You wanted to make him lose control, to force him out of that concentrated calm. 

Your fingers made quick work of the button and zipper of his jeans, and before he could protest, you were freeing him from the confines of his pants. His cock was already hard, the weight of it heavy as you stroked him slowly, teasing him with feather-light touches that had him gripping the pen in his hand until his knuckles turned white. 

“Stop that,” he growled, though it lacked any conviction. His body betrayed him, hips twitching slightly as you leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his tip. 

“Make me,” you whisper, lips brushing the head before taking him into your mouth. Law hissed out, his head tipping back slightly as you swallowed him down. The tip of your mouth, the wet warmth of your tongue as you swirled around him– it was everything that he didn’t realize he needed. Law let out a sigh as he caved to your advances, dropping the pen in his head with a small thud as it hit the floor. ‘Well that didn’t last very long’ you thought to yourself as he gave in rather quickly. He leaned back into his chair, breath deepening as one inked hand snaked through your hair, guiding it up and down his length. 

As you slurped and sucked on him, you can't help but let one of your own hands drift lower. The need between your legs is unbearable, the heat pooling in your core is screaming for attention. You part your thighs, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your underwear, determined to relieve yourself of the building pressure.

The moment your fingers brush your swollen clit, a low moan vibrates in your throat, muffled by Law’s cock between your lips. The sensation sends waves of pleasure surging right to your core, and you grind your hips against your hand as you continue to bob your head, your tongue swirling around the head of his cock in slow, torturous circles.

Your lips glide over Law’s cock, taking him deeper with each movement, your cheeks hollowing as you suck, swirling your tongue around the sensitive tip. “Fuck,” he hisses out, hips beginning to roll in time with your movements, meeting your mouth halfway as you take him in. You hum softly in satisfaction, taking him deeper, your fingers continuing their lazy circle over your clit. 

knock knock knock

Your entire body freezes in place, your mouth still wrapped around Law’s cock, and your heart leaping into your throat. 

“Captain?” a voice calls out, startling you. Fuck it’s Shachi. And he's blissfully unaware of what's happening under this desk. 

Shahi doesn’t even wait before opening the door and stepping inside. Law stiffens, his grip on your hair tightening reflexively as his breath hitches. You hold back the urge to yelp out at the sudden pain in your hair, but the grip loosens thankfully. You see his entire body tense beneath you, but when he speaks up, his voice remains calm. “What is it?”

“I needed to go over some reports with you, do you have a second?” Shachi asked, casually unbothered, as though you are not just a few feet away kneeling under this desk with a cock shoved down your throat. 

Law’s jaw clenches, his gaze briefly flickering to you, eyes narrow as if daring you to move. But you can’t help yourself. A wicked idea flickers through your mind, and you slowly take him once more, the wet heat of your tongue sliding against his length. 

Law sucks in a sharp breath, his hand trembling against your scalp as he struggles to keep his voice even. “Can it wait?” he mutters out rather quickly. 

“Um, we need to get this sorted now-”

“Get on with it.” Law interrupts, praying that Shachi will wrap this up quickly. 

“There’s been an issue with the supply inventory. I wanted to get your approval for–”

Your tongue flicks over his sensitive tip as you bob your head slowly, teasing him in a way that has him biting down on his lower lip to keep from groaning. His thighs tense, cock twitching in your mouth, but he somehow finds the strength to keep it together. 

“Mm… just leave it on my desk,” Law says, voice heavy and more strained than usual. He leans forward slightly, trying to maintain that illusion of composure as you continue to torment him beneath the desk. 

You hollow your cheeks, sucking him harder, determined to make him lose his cool. The satisfaction of knowing that you are pushing him to the edge while he tries to maintain a normal conversation makes your own arousal spike, and you grind your hips against your hand once more, holding back a moan of your own as you work him over. 

Shachi is still talking, something about requisitions and updates, but Law’s mind is far from focused on his words. He lets out a shuddering breath as you take him deeper, the head of his cock brushing the back of your throat. The grip in your hair tightens as a means of warning you, but you ignore it, your lips and tongue moving in a rhythm that is aimed at driving him mad. 

You glance up at him again, watching as his jaw clenches harder, his eyes squeeze shut for a moment as he fights that internal battle. His entire body is taut with the effort of holding back, but you can feel how close he is to losing control. 

Law’s voice breaks just slightly as he interrupts Shachi mid-sentence. “Leave it,” he practically barks out, impatience dripping in his tone. “Now.”

There’s a pause, and you hear Shachi shift, clearly caught off guard by the abruptness. “Uh… sure thing.”

Your heart races as you hear the door shut with a ‘click’ and the second it closes, Law’s hand tightens in your hair, pulling your mouth off of him with a harsh tug. You whine out, the sound echoing in the sudden silence, and you can see his amber eyes darken, igniting with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. There’s something dangerously possessive in his gase as it locks onto yours, and before you can blink, he’s yanking you up from under the desk, forcing you to stand as the chair scrapes back violently. 

“You little brat,” he hisses, spinning you around and slamming your chest against the desk, his body pressed tightly against your back. You barely have time to brace yourself as he tears your underwear down, his fingers sliding between your soaked folds, inked fingers being coated by your essence. “Thought you can tease me and get away with it?”

You whimper out in response, and you push your hips back against him, desperate for more. His fingers graze over your throbbing clit, ripping whimpers from you with every slight touch, before pulling you away, leaving you trembling with anticipation. 

Law growls low in his throat, his chest pressed flush against your back as he leans over you. His breath is hot against your neck and you grip the edge of the desk, knuckles turning white. His fingers, still slick with your arousal, dig into your hips, guiding you into position. The tension between you two is nearly about to snap, and you can feel the heat radiating off of him as his cock throbs against your entrance, teasing you with shallow thrusts. 

“Is this what you wanted?” he rasps, voice rough. His hand slides up your spine, fingers dancing along your back until they reach your neck. In one motion, he pushes your head down, pressing your cheek against the cold surface of the desk. “Answer me.” 

You try to speak but all that escapes is a whimper, your body trembling beneath him as you strain against his hold. His grip tightens, fingers pressing into your neck as he holds you firmly in place. 

“I asked you a question,” he hisses out, his hips grinding against your ass, pushing you harder against the desk. “Is this what you wanted, you little minx?”

“Yes,” you gasp, “Yes Law. I need you.”

The confession seemed to snap whatever thin thread of restraint he had left and he pushed his cock in, slamming until he was buried all the way inside. The moment that Law thrusts into you, the world narrows to that intoxicating sensation of him stretching you. Your body jerks forward with the force, the hard edge off the desk biting into your hips as your hole swallows every inch of him. The fullness is almost too much, too sudden, and a loud cry rips from your throat. 

His hand keeps you firmly in place as you squirm beneath him, overwhelmed by the intensity of his thrusts, each one rougher than the last. You are completely at his mercy, and the thought of it only makes your body pulse with even more desire. 

His other hand trails along your side, the touch deceptively soft as it makes its way to your waist, squeezing it with a bruising grip. He pulls you back onto him as he slams into you again and again, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room alongside your whimpers and mewls. You can barely think straight, barely holding onto reality as he fuck you deeper, harder, grinding his hips into yours with each thrust. 

“Look at you,” Law growls, his voice thick with need as he looms over you. “So fucking desperate… couldn’t even wait. You wanted to get caught, didn’t you? That’s why you didn’t stop when we had some company, right?”

Heat flushes your face as the embarrassment of just how right he was and the thrill of it just hits you. You try to shake your head, try to deny it, but the truth still clings to the edges of your mind. You could never admit that the idea of almost getting caught only turned you on more. 

Law’s chuckle is low and dark. “Didn’t care who was in the room, did you?” he continues, each thrust accentuating his words. “So fucking impatient… just had to have me. What would they have thought if you knew what a little slut you are?”

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, the discomfort of the desk digging into your hips, the way your face is squished against the surface, the feeling of his cock dragging in and out of you, the overwhelming pleasure bubbling up inside of you, the sting of his words– all combining and sending your emotions into a state of disarray and gasping for air. 

“I-I couldn’t wait,” you choke out, your voice a broken whimper. “I needed you, Law, I–”

“You needed me,” he mocks, punctuating his words with a particularly brutal thrust that rips a scream from your throat. “Yeah? You needed to risk getting caught with my cock in your mouth while someone was standing right there? You're fucking shameless.”

“I-I can’t,” you gasp, your voice breaking as the tears spill down your cheeks. The pleasure building inside of you is unbearable, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter until you feel like you are going to explode. “Law, please”

“You wanted this,” he responds, his voice rough and low as he keeps pounding into you. “Wanted me to fuck you like this, didn’t you?” The hand that was on your neck releases and threads through your hair, gripping and pulling your head back, earning a yelp from you. “You just had to get me riled up like that. Well, here you fucking are, and you’re gonna take it like the good little slut you are, right?”

Law shifts his hips and the head of his cock starts to hit that spot inside of you that makes your vision blur and makes you forget your name. Your cries of pleasure seem to heighten in pitch and your body starts to tremble more. You attempt to whimper out something along the lines of ‘right there!’ and ‘don’t stop’ hoping that Law can decipher your pleasure-induced babbling. And he does, continuing to snap his hips into you as you rapidly approach the edge. 

It doesn't take long before you are thrown over the edge. You chant his name, your body convulsing as your orgasm takes over your entire body, every muscle in your body spasming and twitching as the pleasure crashes over you. Your walls clamp down on him, pulsing rapidly as he fucks you through your orgasm. 

Law is not far behind, releasing the hand from your hair and planting it on the other side of your hips, his thrusts speeding up before he stills, panting heavily as his cock twitches inside of you, ropes of his warm seed filling you. 

You both just stay there for a moment, chests heaving as you attempt to catch your breath. And then slowly, Law pulls you out, earning a whimper from you at the feeling of suddenly feeling empty. He grips your sides and lifts you up, turning you around and sitting you on the desk, now facing him. One of his hands slides up to cup your cheek, wiping away the tear streaks with the pad of his thumb. His touch is much more gentle now, juxtaposing the behavior just moments ago as he leans down and presses a soft kiss to the side of your face. 

“You did so good,” he murmurs, his voice losing that sharp edge. 

Before you can respond, Law captures your lips in a slow, deep kiss. It's so much different from the roughness from before. 

“Thank you for making me take a break,” he mutters against your lips, his voice clearly having a teasing edge to it. And he leans in and kisses you again, the kiss this time being much slower as his hands roam your body, this time with softness and loving as if he is taking his time this time around to memorize the way your skin feels under his fingertips. Law’s lips trail from your mouth to your jawline, planting featherlight kisses against your skin, sending tingles down your spine. 

You smile, and a soft chuckle escapes your lips as your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt. “You needed it,” you whisper with a light touch of your own as your hands slide up his chest. 

Law hums in agreement, pulling back and his eyes flicker down to your lips for a moment before capturing them in another slow, deep kiss. His hands, no longer urgent, caress your body with a newfound patience, his fingers gliding ofer your body as if he is savoring every touch. It’s clear now that this isn’t over– not for him, not yet. There is a different hunger in his kiss, one that screams of something far less rushed. 

He pulls away slightly to murmur, “I want to take my time with you this time.” And he kisses you deeply once more as he coaxes you into a slow burning fire that reignites between you. 

The night stretches ahead, filled with more touches, more kisses, more shared noises of pleasure as he takes his time, cherishing every second with you. 

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Summary: Sickeningly sweet, Sanji can’t do anything but make love to you. A short and very lovey-dovey 900 words.

CW: Afab reader, G/N language, basically pure smut but its very fluffy and sweet, P in V.

MINORS DNI. NSFW CONTENT.

Sanji loves to moan your name into your mouth. As he rocks his hips up into you, one hand braces your waist. You’re in one of his favorite positions, sitting on his cock, legs wrapped around him, with your chests pressed tightly together. Your arms are thrown around his neck. Sanji’s free hand cups your cheek, and he’s almost smothering you with kisses so adoring that you can taste the love they’re made of.

He can never get enough of you.

“Fuck, my love,” he murmurs between and during his kisses, with no regard for where his lips are or how understandable he is. “You’re being so sweet for me.”

When you hum into his mouth in response, his hips move back and forth, keeping his cock inside of you. His shaft and tip grind on deep parts of you, rubbing and twitching with pleasure as you throb around him.

Sanji’s hair shifts and tickles your face as he rolls his hips. He’s got a heart-melting smile plastered onto his lips when they’re not locked on yours. Clean-smelling cologne is dusted in faint traces on his skin. He wears this fragrance specifically, not too much and not too little, because he knows it’s your favorite.

“You feel amazing, sweetheart.” Sanji purrs in your ear. It sounds like honey and desire, bouquets of flowers, hundreds of hugs, hand holding and sneaky kisses. At the same time, his tone is saturated with need and distorted by ragged breaths.

While his cock is inside of you and that gorgeous smile plays on his lips, Sanji is the epitome of a doting lover-boy. But while Sanji may seem like just a lover-boy, he’s far more complicated than that. His love is not a monolith, and you know that.

He’s a man with scars of trauma that he works to unpack each day. Sanji recognizes how these experiences have impacted the way that he loves, and he berates himself for sometimes not believing that the love you give him is genuine or that he deserves it.

He will never forget the day that he decided to give you all of him, unabashedly and uninhibited. You had been waiting for that day ever since you met him.

Now, any time that Sanji looks into a mirror, he hopes that you’re staring back at him—he hopes that he sees in his reflection the man that you so ardently cherish and support. And the more time he spends with you, the more he sees in himself someone worthy of being precious.

“You don’t understand how much I love you.” His thumb rubs soft circles on your cheek and his arm pulls your waist tighter. He wants to be as close to you as possible, to feel your heart beat at the same time as his, to match your breaths and memorize your every curve.

Each blissful and loving buck of his cock into your sensitive spot feels euphoric. Heat rages between your legs—in an attempt to take him, you squeeze him with your legs. You want as much of him as he will give you. Like always.

“I need you, angel.” Sanji’s voice is desperate and his hips move faster.

“You have me, Sanji.” It’s a cliché response, maybe. But it still rings true. No matter how many times you say it, he’ll never get tired of hearing it.

You are all that he could ever ask for. When he hears your words, an affirmation of your love, his breath quickens. You get him off in every sense. It’s the closeness of your body and the feeling of your core pulsing around him, but it’s also your affection. Something about feeling loved and loving you in return sets him off—especially when you’re on his cock.

Sanji’s brows are pinched at the middle, his mouth is open, and those pretty eyes of his are on fire. He’s almost at his limit. He’d like to see you cum before he fully lets go. It’s a sight that he savors, the last course, the dessert he never stops craving. Seeing you orgasm is sweeter than anything he’s ever made or tasted.

“Cum for me, gorgeous. Please.”

It takes no effort to do as he says. That familiar, white-hot, and eye-rolling wave of pleasure comes crashing down within seconds. It’s easy to cum when his voice gets like that—husky, low, and politely demanding. You’re floating in and drowned by pure ecstasy and true love. It washes over you for many moments.

Seeing you orgasm on his cock, satisfied and almost drooling, is what pushes Sanji into that wave. As he cums, his hips spasm upwards. You can feel that familiar tingling sensation, Sanji filling you up with his hot cum, and you relish it. His last haphazard thrusts are punctuated by groans and words that make your heart twist. “I—love you—so—fucking—much.”

You know that he’s telling the truth, but no matter how many times he says it you’ll never get tired of hearing it.

that's all for this one :D (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ i hope u liked it, i feel eh about it 🥴 but he is such a sweetie >///<

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What are we?

Law x reader (she/her)

English is not my first language

Once again, it was supposed to be something short, but apparently, that's not possible for me.

Just Law being terrible with feelings.

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She takes a deep breath, her heart pounding relentlessly in her chest, each thud echoing in her ears. This could go either way, and she is aware of that. But she has to ask. She needs to know.

“What… what are we?” she asks, her voice a fragile tremor, barely holding back the storm of emotions beneath. Vulnerability laces her words, hanging in the air between them like a delicate thread ready to snap. “I mean… I know we have this connection, this bond, but… what does it make us?”

Her gaze flickers up to meet his, searching for anything that might give her a clue to what he’s thinking. Law’s golden eyes pierce through her, sharp yet enigmatic. He watches her intently, but there’s a careful restraint in his movements, the same kind of precision he brings to the operating table.

His arms rest on the desk in front of him, unmoving, though his fingers twitch restlessly, as if they’re craving something solid to hold on to—perhaps her, perhaps the truth. The room, typically filled with the quiet hum of the submarine's engines and the familiar scratching of Law’s pen across paperwork, now feels eerily hollow, as though the tension between them has consumed every sound.

Despite his outwardly calm demeanor, the practiced mask of a surgeon that he wears so effortlessly, Law is internally unraveling. A relationship—anything resembling emotional vulnerability—wasn’t a thing he had even remotely prepared for. Hell, he hadn't allowed himself to feel like this in years, hadn’t been with a woman in longer than he cared to admit. He had locked those parts of himself away, buried them deep, refusing to ever dig them up.

However, the mere thought of rejecting her evoked a profound sense of regret within him. Law mentally cursed himself for being affected like this but couldn't help himself. He cares… More than he’s willing to admit.

His mind races, frantic thoughts clashing, tripping over each other as they fight for dominance. A thousand responses fill his head, most of them irrational, some outright absurd.

Could he tell her?

The words—the ones he'd never even let himself whisper, let alone speak aloud.

I care about you.

The thought flashes across his mind like a lightning bolt, and immediately he recoils. How could he possibly say that? It was foolish, reckless, even. People come and go—he knows this better than anyone.

His heart has grown a thick, unyielding shell, a defense mechanism carefully cultivated to protect him from loss and pain. But this woman, this stubborn, damn persistent woman, had somehow broken through his defenses. She’d slipped under his guard, worked her way past his walls, and settled into a part of him that he hadn’t even realized was still there—his heart.

The realization terrifies him.

And yet, there’s an undeniable pull that excites him, too. He’s torn, teetering on the edge of two opposing desires—one urging him to push her away, to protect himself, to keep her at arm’s length, safe from the jagged edges of his soul. The other is stronger, louder. He wants her close; he wants her warmth against him; her laughter filling the spaces of his life; her touch soothing the scars he keeps hidden from the world.

He wants her.

He wanted to hold her close, touch her skin, kiss her, make her laugh, make her moan, and make her his.

He wanted to open up to her. To tell her stories from his past, share his fears, his dreams, and the most intimate parts of his soul.

He wanted to be vulnerable.

But even as he yearns for this, something inside him resists. The thought of being that vulnerable, that exposed, sends a cold shiver down his spine. It feels foreign. Unnatural.

No.

Scratch that.

It is foreign.

For years, Law had trained himself to shut down, to lock away his emotions and never let them see the light of day. Acting on feelings was dangerous—he’d learned that lesson the hard way. The path of emotional attachment only led to pain.

Right?

Yet, the way she looks at him now, her eyes wide and hopeful, her lips parted in anticipation of his answer, makes his heart twist painfully. She’s waiting.

Law clenches his jaw so tightly that it seems like his teeth might crack. The tendons in his neck stand out like cords, tense and strained, as if his body is locked in a battle with itself. He can sense himself caving, the weight of his emotions pressing down on him, threatening to break through the surface.

The silence in the room felt crushing, suffocating, like the very atmosphere was pressing downward upon him. He felt both excitement and dread rising in his chest. Law knew he had to speak.

He had to answer her.

Law swallows hard, the lump in his throat tingling like a jagged stone lodged deep in his chest. He opens his mouth, but the words are thick and unsteady. “I… I don't know”.

Damn it. That was not a good start.

His eyes flick to hers, searching her expression for any sign of her reaction to his reply. He saw her eyes flash in the light, a glimmer of…what was it? Disappointment?

Law cursed himself internally. This was not going well. What the hell was he supposed to say? How was he supposed to answer her question? What did he want them to be?

His grip on the edge of the desk tightens to the point where his knuckles are turning white. Law could feel a frustrated anger bubbling up inside him, mostly at himself. For once, he was at a complete loss of how to act, what to say, and what to do. And that was something that deeply disturbed him.

He felt like a fool. A complete and total fool.

Here he was, this brilliant doctor, an established captain of a fearsome and infamous crew. He could perform delicate, life-saving operations without breaking a sweat. He could lead his crew into battle and outmaneuver enemies who underestimated him.

Yet, all he could do was just sit there, staring at this woman like a dumbass, unable to manage more than a few short sentences.

Inside, Law was screaming, a howl of frustration that echoed in the caverns of his mind. Damn it all! He was never good at this—talking, sharing emotions, laying himself bare for someone else to see. His emotions were like tools, to be kept under tight control, used only when necessary.

But this was different. This was important.

His eyes flick back to her, seeing the shift in her expression, the growing worry, and the faint edge of disappointment pulling at the corners of her lips. The sight of it was like a blade twisting in his chest—sharp and unrelenting. He didn’t want to see that look on her face. He wanted to erase it, to make it vanish, replaced by something else—something softer. A smile. Her smile.

His throat feels impossibly dry, like every word he might say would crumble to dust before it could leave his lips. He has never felt so exposed, not like this, not with his heart laid bare and his defenses crumbling in front of someone else.

Sure, he’d been with women before. But those moments were fleeting, shallow, serving only to dull the edge of his stress, to fill the void of a momentary need. They meant nothing.

This was different. She was different.

He wanted more from her. So much more.

He wanted her trust—her unguarded, unbroken trust. He wanted her time, her laughter, her attention. He wanted her body pressed against his, yes, but not just that. He wanted her.

He wanted her love.

The last word slams into him like a physical blow, knocking the wind from his lungs. Love.

It’s the word he had thrown away long ago, buried so deep in the darkest corners of his soul that he’d convinced himself it no longer existed. It was a word he had told himself he would never trust or let near his heart.

And yet—there it was.

The realization hits him like a punch to the gut.

He loves her.

And the fear of it—of what that meant—gripped him like ice in his veins, numbing him, paralyzing him. His hands shake slightly, the tremor small but betraying the storm of emotions raging beneath his surface. He wants to run, to bolt, to push her away, to deny it all and bury that damned word so deep inside him that it never sees the light of day again.

But he can’t.

Not anymore.

Because she had done something no one else had managed to do. She had stumbled into his life, into his guarded heart, and had somehow found a way to stay there. And now, she wasn’t just in his heart—she was in his thoughts, his very bones.

He didn’t know when it had happened. Maybe it was the first time she smiled at him, that soft, genuine smile that had disarmed him in a way he couldn’t understand. Or perhaps it was the moment their eyes first locked, that indescribable sensation stirring within him as they connected. Maybe it was the way her hand brushed his for the first time, and he hadn’t been able to forget the feeling since.

Or maybe it was the simple fact that someone like her—someone so beautiful, inside and out—had made the effort to understand him, to truly see him for who he was beneath all the layers of cold distance.

He just knew now, without a shadow of a doubt, that he couldn’t deny it any longer.

He loved her.

“Come here”. Law’s voice was a quiet rumble, like thunder rolling low across the horizon, cutting through the thick silence of the room. His eyes, that familiar golden gaze, held her captive. The intensity in them was different tonight. The gold seemed to glow, flickering like embers in a fire, beckoning her across the small but seemingly vast distance between them.

Her feet moved before she could even process it, carrying her across the room with a quiet, almost tentative grace. The silence in the room was absolute, broken only by the sound of her soft footfalls. She didn’t stop, couldn’t stop, her body responding to the call in his voice, the command in his gaze.

When she reached him, Law hadn’t moved. He remained where he sat, behind his desk, his eyes never leaving her. He watched her intently, as though studying her every movement, every breath, every shift of emotion that flickered across her face.

“Sit”.

He didn't know where this boldness was suddenly coming from, but he went with it. The word was quiet, but it carried the same weight as before—firm, unwavering. He gestured to his lap, his fingers barely moving, but the meaning was clear.

Without a word, without a second thought, she moved. She turned and lowered herself onto his lap, straddling him. The moment her weight settled, Law’s hands were on her, sliding up to her waist, pulling her close until there was no space left between them.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The only sounds in the room were the distant, low hum of the submarine’s systems and the uneven rhythm of their breathing. His chest rose and fell beneath her, each breath deep and slow, while hers came in short, rapid bursts.

Law kept his eyes on her, those burning golden eyes, as though he were searching her face for something—some sign, some answer. Her face was so close to his, mere inches separating them. He could feel the warmth of her breath, soft against his skin, and could smell the faint, intoxicating scent of her, earthy and sweet, like herbs and honey.

Her face was so close, mere inches from his. He could smell the faint scent of her skin, like a subtle mix of herbs and honey, and experience the warmth of her body when it touched his. His gaze traveled down to her lips, taking in the full, pink shape of them. He'd felt them before, tasted them even.

The memory of that first kiss had replayed over and over in his head, in his dreams. The taste of her had been addicting, leaving him craving more.

It played in his mind over and over, unbidden, each time leaving him craving more. He’d told himself it was nothing, just a physical need, a fleeting indulgence that he could easily forget. Now he knew how wrong he was. As he sat there, holding her in his lap, staring at her lips, he realized he'd never stopped craving her.

He'd never stopped wanting more.

She was staring at him, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, shallow pants. And in those eyes, he saw her question—What are we? It was there, unspoken, lingering in the space between them.

He knew he had to answer her, he knew he had to say something. He was Trafalgar Law, captain of the Heart Pirates, a brilliant surgeon, a man feared and respected across the seas. Yet here, now, with her in his lap, he felt completely out of his depth. Words failed him, his thoughts a tangled mess, his heart racing like a storm inside his chest.

Damn it!

Frustration flared within him, intertwining with a deep sense of vulnerability that left Law feeling unbalanced—unsteady, almost weak. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hip, his grip tightening to the point of near pain. Yet, instead of recoiling, she leaned in closer, resting her forehead gently against his.

Her touch was a balm to his burning skin, soothing the turmoil raging inside him. The warmth of her body next to his and the soft, warm breaths she exhaled created a heady mix of comfort and desire. She smelled so good, looked so pretty.

His pulse hammered in his chest, loud and thunderous in his ears. He felt it in his throat, felt it pulsating in his head, and the urge to pull her closer battled with the instinct to push her away.

Say something, Law. Say anything!

His mind raced, tangled in a web of conflicting emotions, while his throat felt impossibly dry. He knew what he should say. I care about you. I trust you. I want you. But the words refused to leave his mouth. He could feel his jaw clenching, his fingers twitching against her hip in an anxious rhythm.

He opened his mouth, desperation clawing at him, but once again, nothing came out. Damn it, he thought, frustration mounting. Why was it so difficult to speak? Each passing second stretched painfully, and in the silence, he noticed a flicker of something in her eyes—something unsettling.

Her forehead remained pressed against his, her breath coming in short bursts that warmed his skin, but the look in her eyes shifted. It was subtle but unmistakable—Resignation? No, not that… disappointment?

His heart squeezed painfully in his chest. No, dammit to hell, he thought. That wasn't the look he wanted to see on her face. He needed to change that. Law’s fingers dug deeper into her hip, his grip nearly bruising.

“No,” he growled, his voice a low rumble filled with urgency. “That’s not what you should look like”.

Her eyes widened in surprise, a flicker of confusion washing over her features. “You’re not supposed to look like that,” he repeated, his tone almost desperate, his frustration spilling over into his words.

“You're too beautiful to look so sad”.

She was stunned by his statement, the intensity in his eyes overwhelming. For a moment, she simply stared at him, her mind struggling to catch up with the weight of his declaration. But slowly, the meaning sank in.

She saw the turmoil of emotions flickering in his golden eyes—the tension in his jaw, the raw strength in his grip on her hip. Law was an individual who tended to refrain from expressing his emotions, however, at this particular moment, he was confronting a deep-seated struggle to articulate his thoughts.

She reached up with a hand, her fingers delicately brushing against his skin, trailing lightly along the side of his jaw. The touch was so gentle, so tentative, that Law almost flinched. But instead of retreating, he leaned into her touch, his eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment as if savoring the sensation.

His gaze flickered down to her lips, taking in their soft, full shape. The memory of their brief kiss surged to the forefront of his mind, the taste of her lingering like a bittersweet reminder of something he couldn’t quite grasp. It had been too short, too fleeting, and he had tried desperately to forget it.

He wanted that taste again.

No, he needed it.

Slowly, Law tilted his head, his face moving closer to hers. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, a magnetic pull drawing him in. His breath ghosted over her skin, warm and unsteady. She knew what he was going to do, but she stopped him by gently pressing his chest.

“What are we?” she asked once more, her voice soft yet firm, slicing the tension that enveloped them.

Law froze, his face inches from hers. The weight of her question hung heavy in the air, simple yet profoundly complex. He felt her warmth seep through the fabric of his shirt, and he recognized that this was the crux of everything they had danced around for so long.

What are we to each other?

His jaw clenched, the muscles tightening as an unreadable expression settled over his face. He had avoided this question for months, but now it loomed before him, an insurmountable wall he had to scale.

But how could he?

How could he articulate feelings he hadn’t fully understood himself?

“What do you want me to say?” he asked, his voice coming out rougher than he had intended.

It was a dodging attempt and they both knew it.

She could hear the hesitancy in his voice, see the uncertainty swirling in his eyes. She knew he was avoiding the question, deflecting as he always did when faced with raw emotions. But she wasn’t going to let him off the hook so easily this time.

“You know what I’m asking,” she said, her voice steady, soft yet firm, cutting through the fog of tension. “I want to know what we are”.

Law’s eyes darkened further, his jaw clenching almost painfully as he felt the weight of her gaze. She was right; he knew exactly what she wanted to hear. But the words felt like stones lodged in his throat, and he fought against the tide of conflicting thoughts and emotions that surged within him.

Tell her the truth. Tell her how you feel. Tell her what she means to you.

But how? How could he put his feelings into words? Law had never been a man of many sentiments; emotions were his enemy, locked away behind layers of cold stoicism. He was known for his coolheadedness and unshakeable resolve. Yet here she was, this woman who had somehow burrowed her way into his heart, making him feel things he had never felt before.

He felt raw, exposed, and vulnerable. Every thought, every feeling, every emotion was laid bare, and he had no defenses left. His fingers clenched and unclenched on her hip, his head lowered, as he fought against the tide of emotions threatening to drown him.

His fingers clenched and unclenched on her hip, his head lowered. He felt like he was drowning, drowning in his thoughts and emotions. He was a pirate, a criminal, a former warlord. Men like him didn't get happily ever afters, they didn't get someone who made their heart ache.

He didn't deserve a woman like her.

He wanted to tell her that. To warn her. To say, Stay away. I’ll only cause you pain. But he couldn’t. Damn it, he couldn’t.

His chest ached with a potent mixture of guilt, longing, and an insatiable need. He wanted her, needed her, craved her. Her hand on his chest, the warmth radiating from her, her intoxicating scent—it was all too much, overwhelming him, drowning out the sound of his thoughts. He felt like a drowning man grasping for air, desperate to stay afloat.

And she was his lifeline.

He looked up at her, meeting her gaze, those beautiful dark eyes that seemed to see straight into his soul. He was a man who didn’t know how to be vulnerable, yet here she was, gently coaxing him into that unfamiliar territory. Her expression was soft, understanding, yet she held his gaze, silently encouraging him to speak, to be honest with her, and with himself.

At that moment, he realized he couldn’t hold back any longer. The words were right there, teetering on the tip of his tongue, ready to spill out.

I want you. I need you. I can't stop thinking about you. I can't let you go.

There were a million things he wanted to say, a million things he should say. But those three words, those three simple words, were the ones that were burning the brightest in his mind.

“I love you”.

They tumbled out in a rush, low and rough, but loud enough to echo in the stillness of his office. As soon as they left his mouth, Law realized he had never really uttered those words to anyone—not to his parents, not to Cora-san, not to any woman he had ever known. Yet here he was, saying them to this incredible woman who had somehow captured his heart.

The confession hung in the air, almost tangible. The strangest part was the relief that flooded him, a weight lifting from his shoulders as he finally articulated what had been burning within him for months.

He waited for her response, his gaze fixed on her face, desperate to read her expression, to decipher her thoughts. Would she be shocked? Surprised? Would there be discomfort?

He certainly wasn’t prepared for the smile that broke across her face.

A slow, soft smile spread across her lips, her eyes crinkling slightly at the edges. The sight made his heart skip a beat, breath catching in his throat. She was smiling. He had just confessed his feelings in a rushed, desperate whisper, and she was smiling.

Law's mind reeled, his thoughts scrambling to understand her reaction. This was not what he had expected. He had prepared for shock, uncertainty, rejection even. But not this. Not that soft, beautiful smile.

He felt a sudden rush of heat to his face. Was he blushing?

Law shifted slightly, uncomfortably aware of how vulnerable he felt at that moment. He tried to act casual, to ignore the rapid beat of his heart, the hot flush on his cheeks, but it was useless. She was looking right at him, seeing straight through his defenses.

“You're smiling. Why are you smiling?” he asked, a mix of confusion and irritation coloring his tone.

She chuckled, a soft sound that sent shivers down his spine. “Is it not expected for a woman to smile when she’s been told she’s loved by the man she also loves very much?”

Law froze, his mind grinding to a halt as her comment sank in. She loved him too.

He had confessed his affections, and she had reciprocated. It seemed so simple, so obvious, now that he thought about it. Yet, it still felt surreal, like a dream from which he feared he might awaken at any moment.

“You… love me?” he asked, his voice low and rough.

She chuckled again, her smile growing wider. “Did you really think I would have stayed this long if I didn’t?”

Law’s jaw worked, but no words came out. Her question was so straightforward, so direct, that it threw him off. Of course, he knew she cared about him. They had fought side by side, saved each other’s lives, and faced insurmountable odds together. But he hadn’t realized the depth of her devotion until now.

He had been so focused on his feelings, his confusion, that he hadn't noticed hers.

He was an idiot.

She was looking at him, the corners of her eyes crinkled in that way he loved, her gentle smile still on her lips. Her gaze held no judgment, no anger, no doubt— only a calm, reassuring gaze that ignited a thrill within him.

“For someone so intelligent, you can be really dense sometimes,” she teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Law tried to glare at her, attempted to act like her words didn’t affect him, but he was sure he wasn’t fooling her. She knew him too well, could see right through him. It was true; he was dense when it came to feelings, especially his own.

“I… I didn’t—” he began, then stopped. He didn’t know what to say. He had made a confession, poured his heart out, and now she was there, smiling at him as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

He felt naked, exposed, but at the same time, lighter. He had finally told her how he felt, and she had told him she felt the same.

And she was still smiling at him.

His thoughts were a jumbled mess, a tangle of conflicting emotions. He was relieved that she loved him back but bewildered, scared, and vulnerable. He had never been good with feelings, yet here he was, confessing his love to the woman he had once tried to convince himself he merely tolerated.

He had been foolishly convinced that he could keep his longing for her locked away, that he could just continue on with his life, focusing on his goals and dreams. But she had seen through his facade, had seen through him.

And now she was here, in his arms, in his office, looking up at him with that damned soft smile on her face. He could feel her body heat, smell her sweet scent; it was driving him mad—the proximity, the knowledge that she loved him too.

He didn’t know how to handle it, how to process it. Her hand was still on his chest, her touch burning through his shirt. She was just looking at him, really seeing him, and it was almost unbearable. This was the most vulnerable he had ever felt in his life.

“Law”. Her voice was low, almost a whisper. It cut right into his thoughts, anchoring him in the moment.

His eyes met hers, and he was reminded all over again just how beautiful she was. Her dark eyes, her soft smile, her body pressed against his—it was all consuming. He couldn’t look away. He was trapped in her gaze, and there was nowhere else he’d rather be.

Her hand moved up to his face, gently cupping his cheek. He felt very hot when she touched his skin, and leaned into her cool palm without wanting to. She was so close he could feel her breath on his chin, and he realized he was holding his breath, his chest painfully tight. “Now, can you answer my initial question?”

Her question shook Law from his trance. Which question? His mind was foggy, thoughts scattered. All he could focus on was the feel of her hand on his cheek and the sound of her voice. He struggled to remember the initial question, to recall what had prompted all of this.

Then it hit him. What are we?

What were they? Good question. They were partners, allies, friends—but that didn’t seem adequate anymore. Not after what had just happened. He had confessed his love for her, and she had confessed her love for him. So what did that make them? A couple? Lovers? The very thought made his stomach flutter.

“I… we…” Law stammered, trying to find the right words, but his brain felt like it was malfunctioning. How does one define a relationship?

He had never been in one, had never felt any desire to be in one until he met her. She had managed to break down his walls without even trying, getting under his skin in a way no one else had. And now here they were, and he had no idea how to define what they were.

She chuckled, the sound soft and tinged with fondness.

“Is it really that hard of a question?” she teased, her hand still on his cheek, her body still pressed against his.

Irritation mixed with embarrassment flashed through him as he realized she was finding this amusing. “Don’t mock me,” he grumbled, his voice hoarse. “I don’t have a script for this situation. I’m not exactly an expert on relationships”.

“Expert on what?” she prompted, giving him a pointed look, her voice still tinged with that same fond amusement.

His irritation flared, but he knew there was no heat behind it. She was enjoying this, relishing the fact that he was flustered and bewildered. “Relationships,” he snapped, the word sounding foreign on his tongue.

Then it hit him again. Why did she make him repeat it? Her question echoed in his mind: What are we?

What were they? Partners, friends, and lovers. The words echoed in his head, each sending a flutter through his chest.

He looked down at her, meeting her gaze. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks and the rapid beat of his heart. He was so out of his element, so vulnerable, yet inexplicably joyful at the same time.

“Lovers,” he said, the word low and rough. “We’re lovers”.

He tried to wrap his mind around it, trying to come to terms with the reality of the situation. He was in love with her, and she was in love with him. He had confessed his feelings, and she had reciprocated. They were lovers. It was surreal, unexpected, and yet somehow felt completely natural.

She let out another soft laugh, her hand remaining on his cheek. Her touch was warm, safe. “Was that so hard?”

He felt his irritation bubbling up again, but it was tempered with an almost overwhelming wave of affection. She was so cheeky, so goddamn bold. He loved it. He opened his mouth to respond, intending to snap at her, but then he caught sight of her smile, her bright eyes, and all words died in his throat.

She was beautiful, smart, strong, incredible. And she was his.

The word echoed in his mind, sending a shiver down his spine.

His.

She was his, and he was hers. It was so simple yet so monumental.

[happy-saiki]

Do you think ace has a breeding kink? I feel like he would. Definitely not because I want him to breed me 👀 nope. Not at all, definitely don’t wanna have his kiiids- (I definitely, absolutely do wanna have Ace’s kids. I’m so gone for him and he doesn’t exist.)

oh I hope and pray he does. now that you have me thinking about it i sketched out some ideas about how he would do that to afab reader. very nsfw, so see below the cut (also i used the word 'mom' a few times)!

of course ace would put you in a mating press. he’d have a filthy mouth, too. when he says nasty things, he sweet talks you at the same time. his hair would get all messed up, ruffled, and sweaty. it would move back and forth at the same time as his hips crash down and into you. ace loves to get as deep as possible, fucking into or near your cervix as much as he can without making you uncomfortable. he wants to be as close to your cervix as he can when he cums deep inside of you. he wants to fuck you full.

ace has two goals, the first is that he wants you to cum on his cock, and the second is that he wants to breed you—he wants to shoot his seed deep inside of you and make you a mom. imagining you pregnant and fertile for him drives him fucking crazy.

ace knows he’s doing a good job when he feels your gummy walls pulse and constrict around his cock. your eyes glaze over as he fucks you, and his eyes are riveted on your face contorted in pleasure. every thrust sends your core twitching with little zaps of ecstasy. when he starts getting really worked up, the dirty talk starts. “’m gonna breed your tight little cunt and make you a mom" and "im gonna fill you up so you have my kids. Let’s make a family, sweetheart.”

his deep voice rumbles through his chest and he lets out a moan every time he plunges his cock into you. he’ll put a hand under your thigh and push it up to get a better angle. “You’re doing such a good job angel, taking it all for me—can’t wait to creampie you, need to shoot my cum deep inside so I can breed you.” He’ll start babbling and moaning as he gets closer to orgasm. He says anything that comes to mind. He wants you to become a mom, wants to breed the ever-living fuck out of you until your eyes roll back in your head, and he won’t stop saying it.

ace needs you bad, wants you to squirm and writhe on his cock while cums inside of you. He’s obsessed with the idea of you having his kids. “Take all my cum, baby, wanna you to turn into a mom, carry my kids, nnggggghhhhh fuck, your pussy feels so fucking good.”

“Do you like that? You like my cock inside of you? Does it feel good?”

 “Doing such a good job, gorgeous. Gonna fill you and cum so deep. You wanna cum on my cock? Want me to shoot you full of my seed, baby?” He starts to convulse and jerk down into you, frenzied and frantic. “That’s it baby, cream on my cock.” He rasps and murmurs close to your ear, your foreheads almost pressing. Around the same time as your orgasm, he reaches his peak too. He cums deep inside then watches your combined slick and his milky white ropes ooze out of your cunt. He’ll finger fuck his cum back into you, stuffing it in your cunt in the hopes that you’ll get pregnant. He wants a family with you so bad and he’ll happily do this as many times as he can. He’ll kiss your forehead and give you cuddles and pets afterwards. “Mmmm, wow. Can’t wait for you to be a mom.”

[happy-saiki]

If I'm Lucky

SPOILERS: Up to and through Fishman Island

This is porn without plot. No plot in sight, just a pretty boy who needs some love. Reposting from yesterday after we ran into some issues!

Seriously, 18+ I swear to God. Get outta here if you're a minor. I will block and report you IMMEDIATELY if I find out any of my followers are under 18.

It's been weeks since you've had any alone time with your new fiancee, and you're determined to give him a relaxing night of wine, a warm bath, and pampering. But, per usual, you're weak to Sanji's desires and can't help but cater to every single one. Dom/sub play | Mommy kink | Mention of a breeding kink | Mirror sex | Oral (f receiving) | Handjobs | Crying during sex | Overstimulation | Mention of a safe word | Squirting

Sanji x fem!Reader

Fluff | Smut

18+ MDNI. All minors will be blocked and reported.

TW: Talks of body insecurity, rough sex, alcohol, choking

“Shit!”

The bitter scent of your burning nail wafts into the air for only a moment before it vanishes. The very tip is now blackened, the flame in the little jar whipping wildly out of control as if to celebrate your injury. 

Though annoying, there isn’t any way that something so small and simple could ruin such an important evening. It’s date night, the first one you and your fiancee have been able to celebrate since your engagement. 

To say it’s been a whirlwind of a return to your crew isn’t enough to truly describe the last few months. Just days after Sanji proposed to you, the crew landed on Fishman Island. The two of you had no time to celebrate your engagement before you were plunged into a war that wasn’t yours, or before the mermaids of Fishman Island began to fawn over your new fiancee. 

It’s been so much, almost too much. The only thing you’ve wanted for week is some alone time with Sanji.

You light the very last candle on the edge of the tub, snuffing the match and standing back to admire your work. Fragrant rose petals float in the soapy tub water. The room smells of sweet vanilla and chai, the perfect warm scent as your ship begins to sail into cooler waters.  You and Sanji’s most comfortable pajamas are folded neatly by the door, and a tray of wine, two glasses, and fruits is set beside the tub.

“He’ll love it” you tell yourself quietly. “He’ll be excited.” 

Sometimes, you wish that Sanji would be a little easier to compliment and treat well. Of course you know that he appreciates your affection -he always makes sure to tell you- but you wish he didn’t seem so guilty and ashamed when someone treats him with love. He’ll always bat his eyes away, shake his head and insist that he isn’t whatever you complimented him with. It saddens you. All you want is for your fiancee to love himself the way you do. 

A knock on the bathhouse door nearly makes you peel out of your skin. 

“Angel?” Sanji’s voice chirps from the other side of the door. “Robin said you needed to see me for something?” 

You take a deep, trembling breath.

Okay. Here goes nothing.

You smooth your little nightgown over your legs and give the room one last quick glance. “Yeah, you can come in, sweetheart.” 

You fiancee does just that, slipping in the door and being sure to close it softly behind him, surely just in case you’re indecent being in the shower or bath.

“Why are we meeting in here, my love? Do you need help with-”

He turns to face you mid sentence, stopping in his tracks when he lays eyes on the setup of the room. 

His jaw is dropped. His eyes scan the room, looking over every little detail as though he’s trying to convince himself that he isn’t dreaming.

When he doesn’t speak for a moment, you give him an awkward smile. “Surprise!”

Slowly, those baby blues trail back up to you. 

“My love” he begins, shaking his head a bit. “What’s all this?”

Gods, you wish you could read that mind in moments like this. 

“It’s date night” you inform him. “I figured I’d set up a surprise for you this time.” 

His mouth closes then, his lips ticking up into a little smile. “Sweetheart, you didn’t need to do all this for me. Those are your nice candles! That’s your nice wine!” 

Despite him telling you all these things, the smile on his face is betraying him. A blush has begun to flood his face and neck, his body unable to hold back its signs of excitement. 

You wave him off, approaching. “Yeah, and I wanted to share all of it with you.” 

You wrap your arms around his midsection when you reach him, pulling his body against yours. He immediately does the same and hugs you close, so close in fact that it’s almost hard to breathe. 

“Sanji!” You protest despite not making a move to push him away. “I can’t breathe.” 

He lets his embrace up a little bit, but not much. “Really my darling, you didn’t need to go this far for me. A bath with you is a gift I’m not worthy to receive in the first place.”

You prop you chin on his chest so you can look up at him. “Do you like it?” 

“It’s amazing, angel.” 

Perfect.

You’re able to get your hands out from the embrace you’re in and grab the hem of his t-shirt. “Come on. Don’t want the bath getting cold on us.” 

Your fiancee doesn’t need to be told twice to get naked and into the tub with you. He reluctantly releases you from his grip, pulling his shirt off to reveal his stunning body. 

Even after two years in a relationship and fifteen years of knowing one another, you can never get over how beautiful he is. His body simply takes your breath away every time you’re blessed enough to lay your eyes on it. Muscles line his stomach, his chest beautifully formed and looking like it’s just inviting you to take a bite. His collarbones poke out deliciously from his freckled skin. His biceps have grown in the last few years, and just the sight of them makes you want to curl up in bed in his arms for a restful night of sleep.

“You’re beautiful” you tell him quietly, the words slipping from your lips before you can stop them.

The blush that he was trying to fight when he entered the room overtakes him now. His face is burning red, those cheeks swelling up a bit as he tries to contain his smile.

“Thank you, my love.” 

You boldly reach for the button of his jeans. “I’m serious. It’s ridiculous how attractive you are, Sanji.” 

You’re overwhelming him a bit, but the way he’s begin to rock back and forth on his heels tells you that he’s enjoying it. 

You shimmy his pants down his hips a bit to urge him to remove them the rest of the way. He does, reaching his hands forward once they’ve been kicked to the other side of the bathhouse. 

“Are you gonna undress?” He wonders. 

You nod, knowing that he’s eager to get the night rolling. “Can you help?” 

He closes the distance between you, and his outstretched hands slowly begin pushing the straps of your nightgown down to let the garment slide down your body. His eyes are positively glued when he finds that you’re already naked beneath the fabric. 

You shy away from his intense gaze. “Why are you staring?”

“Just wondering how a goddess could possibly think that I’m beautiful.”

There he goes, deflecting compliments again.

You reach for the waistline of his boxers, noticing the already growing bulge within them. 

Fuck, it’s going to be hard to resist him after so many days apart.

“No self-deprecating today” you softly scold him, breaking your focus away from his cock. “This is the ‘everyone, including Sanji, loves Sanji’ date night.”

He smiles as you slide his underwear down his thighs. The sight of his half-hard cock makes you want to abandon the first half of your date night all together, but the smell of the candles seems to overcome you at the perfect time. 

 You nod your head toward the tub. “Come on. I’m gonna massage those legs. You fought hard on Fishman Island.” 

He takes your hand, following you to the edge of the tub and helping you as you step inside.

“I didn’t fight any hard than anyone else” he tells you. “You were amazing. Looks like all your training really paid off.” 

You sigh when you finally settle into the warm water, watching your fiancee climb in opposite you. 

“You can’t tell me that somedays, you don’t miss Ivankov and the Queens?” You prompt him. “I had fun.” 

He snorts, body settling into the water across from you. “That’s one way to describe it.” 

“They loved you.” 

“They put me in a dress.” 

“I loved you in a dress.” 

Sanji just can’t resist you. He smiles, shaking his head as yet another round of redness takes over those cheeks. 

You grab ahold of his right foot and pull it into you lap, beginning to massage the calloused heel. “Your feet are pretty blistered, Sanji. You need to stop walking around the ship in dress shoes all the time.”

A particularly nasty, open blister sits on the back of his achilles. You avoid it, but you know it can’t be comfortable slipping into his dress shoes everyday. You almost feel bad that the bathwater on your hands is dripping down over the wound. The soap has to burn him. 

He shrugs, not looking away from his newest task of pouring two glasses of wine. “I don’t really notice them anymore. Don’t worry about it, my love.”

You shake your head, beginning to massage your thumb into the tough ball of his foot. “I just want my love to be comfortable, that’s all.” 

He smiles softly. “Thank you. I’ll have Chopper put bandages on them when we wake up tomorrow.” 

It’s rare he listens so easily when you beg him to take care of himself, so you take that response as a win. The warm water and sweet-smelling candles must be wearing him down. 

A comfortable silence falls over the two of you as you work on his aching feet. He just hums slightly, leaning his head back on the wall and letting his eyes drift shut as he occasionally indulges in a sip of wine. 

You love seeing Sanji at ease. He’s the most hardworking person you’ve ever met, and it kills you that he struggles to hard to see that about himself. His self-hatred has only seemed to get worse since the crew reunited one Sabaody. It was like flipping a switch. All the sudden he began working himself down to the bone again, not getting much sleep at night and apologizing for things that were in no way his fault. It’s been breaking your heart. 

“How’ve you been feeling lately?” You wonder, setting his right foot back into the warm water to pick up his left. “You’ve seemed a little off.”

He opens his eyes and raises his head up to look at you. “I’m okay, my princess. What do you mean ‘off’?”

You shrug. “I don’t know, maybe I’m imagining it. When we were living with Ivankov, you really seemed to lock in to learning and taking care of your mind and your body. Now that we’re back with the crew, you seem a little…frazzled, I guess.” 

He reaches his hand below the water to gently stroke your leg. There’s a strange look in his eyes as he darts his gaze out the window, his face seeming tense and stressed.

“I’m just busier here, that’s all mi amor.” 

You frown. You can tell just by the tone of his voice that he’s only giving you a half-truth. 

“Are you sure, Ji?” You press. “You seem like you haven’t been getting much sleep these last few weeks.” 

He still doesn’t look back to you, but he does begin to nibble on his bottom lip.

“I guess I’m just having a hard time adjusting” he mumbles. “I love this crew, and I love our life, but I was kind of hoping that maybe we’d have time to head back to the East Blue or find a way to go see Zeff while we were away from the crew.” 

You frown. Sanji never expressed his desire to take a trip home to you while you were away training. You would’ve helped him find a way in a heartbeat. Though you and your parents had your differences, you’ll be the first to admit that you do miss them often. You can’t imagine how Sanji must feel. Though he doesn’t say it, he sees Zeff as his father and the Baratie staff as his family. Being away from them must be hell.

“You’re homesick” you whisper to him, now stroking his leg softly. “Ji, why didn’t you tell me?”

He finally looks back to you, his eyes bloodshot and a seeming as though he’s moments away from tears. 

“Because everything we do is a risk” he breathes. “I didn’t want to risk leading pirates or Marines to Baratie.” 

Ever sweet, ever selfless, ever worried about the ones he loves. 

You slowly stroke your hand up and down Sanji’s aching leg. “You’re an amazing person, Sanji. I’m sure Zeff would appreciate the thought.” 

He grunts a bit. In an instant, he seems to shift the mood. His sweet smile comes back, and he gives a little laugh. 

“The old man would call me a brat” he muses, lowering his voice as if to imitate his father. “’Sanji, why’re you assumin’ I can’t handle my damn self?’”

The two of you laugh a touch. This is exactly what you’ve been missing. Sanji truly can be so funny and so kind. You’ve wanted nothing more in the last few weeks to indulge in this side of him. 

“We’ll find a way” you assure him. “Eventually we’ll come to Wano and be able to see my parents. Maybe my dad can find a way to get Zeff to us.” 

Sanji gives you a soft smile before darting his eyes back to stare into the bathwater. “I love you, my sweet. Thank you for all of this.” 

You grab his leg again, continuing your massage of the tight coils of muscle. He’s quiet as you begin your ministrations, but he seems a touch less tense than before.

That’s how the two of you continue for the next hour. He leans his head back on the wall of the bathhouse, seeming to calm further and further into rest as you work your way up his leg. 

You can’t help but bask in the beauty that is him. You'll never get over how stunning your beloved is. Everything about him from his handsome, perfect face to the sculpt of his muscles makes your head spin in a way no man has been able to evoke before. There are days when you look at him and you can’t believe that he's the same little boy that used to chase you around Baratie. The two of you have been through so much together. Seeing how strong he’s become is a testament to the strength of your love.

You continue to work your way up his legs as he relaxes. Scars line him and aching muscles plague him. The least you can do is try to chase the pain away with loving hands.

When your massaging hands reach his thigh, he lets out a little moan. You can’t quite tell if it’s from pleasure or pain, but you stop your movements regardless. 

“Ji?” You begin. “Did that hurt? You okay?” 

His cheeks -although already blushed from the heat of the bath- grow even more red. 

“My love” he begins, his voice strange. “I uh, er - no! No, it didn’t hurt princess. I uh, I’m just a little distracted.” 

You raise an eyebrow. “Distracted? By what, my love?”

Without speaking, he reaches for you hand and gently wraps his own around it. He then guides your hand beneath the water until you’re met with his hard cock. 

Oh.

He doesn’t make eye contact with you as you look back up at him. 

“It uh, it’s been a while, my love” he reminds you softly. “I miss you. I can’t help it when the most beautiful woman in the world is naked in the tub with me.”

You giggle at his rosy cheeks and nervous demeanor. Despite being together for over two years, he still gets flustered when the two of you discuss sex. 

“Don’t apologize, Sanji” you hum. “Tonight’s all about you.”

His blush grows. “Please don’t feel like you need to, angel. I know you set all of this up, and it’s amazing. I just need a few minutes to calm down.”

What a sweetheart. Truth be told, you’d been more than sure to plan ample amount of time for sex into your evening. You’d even recruited Robin and Franky to occupy the crew in town for a bit so you won’t have to worry about any listening ears. 

You test the water then, wrapping your hand around Sanji’s cock. 

“What if I said that I don’t want you to calm down?” You tease him. “I love how excited you get to see me, and I’ve missed you so fucking much.” 

He tilts his head back, bringing his hand up to cover his mouth. Moans and little whines pour from him like honey, filling the large room with the delightful music of his pleasure. You’ve missed pleasuring him so much. Nothing gets you off more than the look and sound of Sanji when he’s in the throes of pleasure. 

“My good boy” you muse as you continue to lazily pump his cock. “I love seeing you like this.” 

His hips buck into your fist at the praise, making the warm water in the tub lap at your skin. Oh, how he loves to be praised by you. 

The smell of vanilla invades your senses from the disrupted water, easing you back to lean on the edge of the tub as you slide your hand down to grip the base of your lover’s cock. 

He moans, finally leaning his head up so he can look at you with pleading eyes. 

“What do you want tonight, my love?” You wonder, careful not to stimulate him too much so his focus can remain on you. “Anything you’ve been thinking about lately?”

He hums, eyes foggy as he tries to pay attention. Sanji isn’t one to ask for things in bed too often. He keeps his desires to himself and focuses completely on things you want to do or try. It’s been a bit of a task trying to get his own desires out of him, but it’s always worth it whenever you do

“Just you, princess” he tells you, his typical answer.  “Anything you want to give me.” 

You give him a melodramatic sigh, running your hand back up his cock to circle your fingers around his tip. His jaw drops immediately, a loud and seemingly involuntary moan pouring from his lips. 

“I know you’ve been thinking about fucking me. You told me” you remind him, being sure to pleasure him with care as he gently fucks up into your hand. “What have you been thinking about when I’m not around? What do you think about when you touch yourself, baby?” 

He begins to run his hands through his hair, almost as if he just needs something to do with them. “I uh, I’ve been thinking about eating you out. I miss having enough time to taste you.”

There he goes. You have him exactly where you want him. 

“Yeah?” You coax, speeding your hand up just a bit to keep him in his sex-induced haze. “What else, baby?”

You swear you might be killing him. His cheeks are so red that you worry he’ll faint, but the little whimpers coming from him are enough to keep you going. 

“I…”

He bites his lip, seeming like he can’t get the words out. 

You slow the pace of your hand just a bit, sliding over so you can use your free hand to trace little patterns on his chest. 

“Come on, baby” you urge softly. “Be a good boy and tell me what’s on your mind.” 

He whines through his closed lips. “It’s embarrassing.” 

Oh, now you’re truly enthralled.

You lean in to press a kiss on his collarbone. “It’s okay, love. You can tell me.” 

He exhales slowly, seeming to relax into your touch. ���I want…I want you to…dominate me, maybe. I just don’t want to think about anything but you for a little while, my angel.”

You don’t know whether to give into the lust in your head, or the sudden ache in your chest. 

Of course being asked to dominate the best looking man you’ve ever seen is damn near the sexiest thing you’ve ever heard. Your body burns with lust, pounds with the need to push him down onto the tile floor of the bathroom and take him right here. 

You can’t, however, ignore the weight of his statement. 

You want to burn the world that gives your beloved so much pain he wants to forget.

Your hand releases Sanji from your grip, pulling a desperate moan of your name from his lips. He leans into your body then, desperate for any sort of touch he can get from you. 

“Hang on, baby” you sooth him, both hands smoothing over the damp skin of his chest. “I don’t ever want you to be embarrassed to ask me for something like that, yeah?” 

He darts his eyes away then. You must admit that you’re proud of him for voicing his desires. You want to fan that flame, keep him in his confidence and keep him talking. 

“What do you say we head to bed?” You purr. “I wanna make sure we have time for everything you want tonight.”

He hums, making eye contact again. “Yes. Oh gods, yes my love.” 

You stand up slowly then, giving him a bit of a show as you let the soapy water slide from your naked form. His eyes remain glued to you. He scans every inch of skin he can see, nearly drooling as you stretch your arms and reach your hand out to him. 

“Come on, baby” you urge. “I wanna get you to bed.” 

He stands up with you immediately. With no concern for the water sloshing at your ankles or the slippery floor of the tub, he takes you into his arms and crushes his lips against yours. 

Gods, you could die like this and be happy. His hard cock presses against your thigh, only adding to the lust each movement of his lips buries in your chest. Every move of his hands is sweet and soft despite how frantic the kiss is. It’s very much quintessential of the two of you, the absolute flawless mix of sexual passion and the safe love it’s taken you years to cultivate.

You take a second to pull away from his lips and laugh. “Let’s get out of the tub! One of us is gonna slip, and explaining that to Chopper is gonna be very awkward.”

He smiles, bright and sweet. “Wouldn’t want that, my love. Come here.” 

He opens his arms for you then, wrapping them around your waist and effortlessly lifting you over the lip of the tub. 

You gesture toward the door. “Let’s go to bed. I can come back and clean everything up later.” 

Sanji doesn’t respond. Instead, he places a gentle hand on your hip, guiding you backwards until your back is pressed up against the wall of the shower. His lips are on yours -hot and desperate- before you have a chance to argue with him. 

You kind of expected this from him the second you started to get him riled up. As sweet and gentlemanly as he is, he's impatient. The instant he gets a taste of you, he just wants more.

He drops down to his knees then, kissing your jaw and neck on the way down. His lips lavish your chest, just grazing your nipples before he positions his head at your thighs and begins to nibble at their sensitive skin.

“Sanji” you gasp, tangling your fingers into his hair. “This is supposed to be about you. You don’t have to.”

He looks up from between your thighs with a sweet gaze, almost looking disappointed. “Goddess, I love tasting you. I’ll be gentle, my love. I just want a taste. Please. Please.” 

Fuck, how can you say no to that face?

“Only if I get a taste after” you tease him, peering down at his weeping cock against his belly. 

He moans, licking his lips and wrapping his arms under the bend of your knee. In one strong sweep, he swings your legs up onto his shoulders, pushing your back tight against the wall to hold you up. 

“Tell me if you get sore, gorgeous” he tells you, clearly struggling to string sensible words together as he remains mesmerized by how wet you already are for him. “I don’t want to hurt these pretty legs.” 

You nod, but push his head a bit toward the apex of your thighs. “I’ll tell you, Sanji. Fuck, why is this hot?”

He laughs a bit, his face so close to you that you can feel his breath wash over your thighs. “I haven’t gotten the chance to take care of you in while” he reminds you. “I have to make up for it.” 

You want to reply -tell him that he has nothing to make up for- but he licks a long stripe between your folds before you have the chance. 

Your hand leaves his hair to cover your mouth immediately. It’s been too damn long since you’ve had him like this. Sure, you’ve had sweet, intimate nights where you make love in your bed and fall asleep beside each other, but this feels like when the two of you first got together. You used to have to take any opportunity to get a taste of one another back in the days of the Merry. The ship was so small that you’d sneak damn near anywhere just to get off. It was dirty and rushed, but the hottest few months of your life.

Sanji peeks up at you, sweet eyes searching your face for a reaction to his efforts. “Feel good, Pretty?”

Fuck, that nickname. You could die right now on his tongue if you weren’t so eager to have his cock the instant he puts you down.

He returns his mouth to your cunt, kitten licking as if to test how loud you’ll become with the pressure of his tongue. It’s sinful, the feeling of him exploring you so expertly with his mouth. As much as Sanji loves to pleasure you, you know that he eats pussy as much for himself as he does for you. When you peak down at him, he lost in his ministrations, eyes lidded as he slots his tongue into you and licks up at the perfect angle to brush your clit. 

“Fuck, Sanji” you breathe. “So good for me.”

Your sweet boy hums against you and wraps his lips around your clit, sucking experimentally. It takes every iota of self control you have not to scream. How has he gotten you so worked up in just thirty seconds? How is he this good?

You bring both your hands back into his hair and softly stroke your fingers through it. “That’s it, baby. You’re such a good boy, Sanji.” 

He has to pull away from you to whine after your praise. It’s as if he’s lost his breath, tongue slightly lolled from his mouth, eyes drifted shut. 

You smooth his hair over his head. “What’s wrong darling?”

He licks his lips and answers by continuing his sensual feast. He’s all but making out with your pussy now, lips moving erratically and sloppily over every inch of your cunt and thighs. 

You’re moaning freely now. You can’t help yourself. He’s stealing your focus on staying quiet with every lick and suck. Every time he pulls back for a breath, you can see the mess you’ve made in his beard and on his chin. It makes your stomach go tight, your legs begin to burn. 

“I’m gonna come” you warn him suddenly, your orgasm coming at you much faster than expected. “Fuck, be good for me and make me come. I wanna make a mess for you, baby.” 

You haven’t the slightest idea how he’s able to make you feel like this with just his mouth. He can’t get his hand around to finger you due to the complex position he holds you in, but you don’t miss the penetration. With one last suck, you’re coming, gripping your mouth with both hands to keep the scream that rips through you from echoing around the entire ship. 

You absolutely soak his face in your pleasure. He moans as the taste, licking up the mess as he works through your incredible orgasm.

Sanji pulls away quickly so not to overstimulate you as soon as you twitch at his tough, giving you a moment to breathe before he lowers your feet back to the floor. 

“Oh gods” you breathe, chest heaving. “That was amazing, Sanji.”

He responds with a moan, and you look down to find him still on his knees, slowly fisting his cock. 

The smirk you give him is poisonous. “Can’t even wait until we get into bed?”

He shakes his head, but doesn’t stop pleasuring himself. This desperation might be the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. He’s on his knees, face covered in your cum, fist wrapped tightly around his blushing cock. His head is tilted back a bit, lips open and he whines and pants. It’s clear he wants to keep his eyes on you -be a good boy for you- but he’s struggling. 

You cradle his face in your hand. The gesture is oddly soft for the tense and sensual moment. 

“Come on” you urge him. “Let’s get into bed. I’m not done with date night, yet.” 

 You know how much it tortures Sanji to have to stop pumping his cock, but he just can’t resist you. He does as he’s told and slowly rises up to his feet to meet your eyes. 

“I don’t wanna walk all the way back to bed like this, love” he pants, leaning in to rest his head on your shoulder. “I need you. I need you now, my darling.” 

He’s so beautiful when he begs. 

You coax his face from the curve of your neck, cradling it in your hands. “I have a whole night planned for you, my love. If you can make it back to our bedroom, I promise I’m gonna make you feel so good.” 

He nods. “I can make it, baby.” 

You kiss him softly on the lips, the taste of you still fresh on his mouth. It makes your cunt positively ache, but you know that tonight is about Sanji. Everything you have planned is focused on his pleasure.

“I had Robin take the rest of the crew out for supper on the island. We should be alone, but let me check” you tell him, reaching over to grab a towel from the racks to give to him. 

He wraps the towel around his waist as you grab another to cover you own body with, cracking the door just a bit to peek out over the deck. 

The only sound that greets you is the crash of the waves and the cry of the gulls. 

“They’re gone” you assure, looking back to Sanji who’s now standing with his towel covering himself, shaking a bit like he's been left out in the cold. 

You smile. “Come on. I’m gonna take care of you baby.” 

Sanji all but pulls you to your room. Though he’s gently holding your hand the entire walk, you can tell by the way he urges you forward that he can’t wait much longer. 

His urgency only makes the lust in you burn that much hotter. 

He drops his towel before you can even shut the bedroom door. Immediately, he heads for your bed, but you reach out to stop him. 

“Nope” you begin. “My desk chair. Sit.” 

He glances over his shoulder at the unusual position of your desk chair. It’s been pulled out, angled just so that whoever is sitting in it can see themself in the full length mirror on the back of your door. 

That blush is back on his cheeks. “Oh. Oh gods, my love. I don’t know.” 

You figured that he’d at least be a little hesitant to this suggestion. One thing Sanji never does is get too good a look at himself in the mirror. You’ve always noticed it, but you only recently broached the subject with him. It took a lot to find out that his old insecurities have been plaguing him again - insecurities of not being good enough for you, strong enough for you.

Ever since, it’s been sort of a mission of yours to get him to see himself the way you see him. 

“I know, baby” you soothe, walking up behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to. I just wanted to give you the chance to see how fucking amazing you look to me when we’re making love.”

He places his hands over yours, nervously rubbing them and shifting his weight from foot to foot. 

“I’ll try” he tells you, squeezing your hand. “I can’t promise I’ll enjoy it though, my sweet.” 

You place a soft kiss on his shoulder. “Then we stop. The second you stop enjoying yourself or get uncomfortable, just tell me and we’ll head right to bed.” 

He nods. “At least I’ll get two different views of my goddess.” 

Fuck, he’s too good for you. Your heart feels as though its soaring, the compliment damn near making you giggle as you release your fiancé from your hold. 

“Go on” you urge him. “Sit down.” 

He gives you one last hesitant look before complying, walking slowly over to the plush chair and placing himself down before the mirror.

Instantly, he sucks in a breath. You can see his eyes scanning his body, hands placed neatly on his thighs.

You don’t let him linger. You step behind him, placing a hand beneath his chin to tilt his gaze toward you. 

“I’ve got you” you promise him, smiling down despite his worried expression. “Look.” 

He does, making eye contact with you in the mirror. 

You take a moment to indulge in him, your eyes devouring every inch of his beautiful body. Every muscle is toned and worked. His skin, though scarred from the countless hours he’s spent protecting you and the crew -looks soft and welcoming. You lift a hand and begin to trace it down his chest. 

“Pretty boy” you hum. “Mine. You’re mine, right? All this is for me?” 

He swallows hard, exhaling a bit before nodding. “Yes princess. I’m all yours.” 

You dip your hand lower, running your palm along the defined v of his hips. His head tilts back into the crook of your shoulder as he moans for you. 

“That’s my good boy. Everyone’s gone, so you can make all the sounds you want.”

He turns his head so he can kiss the crook of your neck. “My love, I’m so hard. Please, I need to touch you.” 

You release him from your embrace then, reaching behind you to pull the ottoman at the foot of your bed closer so you can take a seat behind him. 

“Don’t worry baby” you coo, replacing your hands on his hips. “I’m gonna make you feel so good if you behave yourself for me.” 

You reach lower, cupping his balls softly in your hand. Though he’s blushing and panting, he does exactly what you want and keeps looking at the two of you in the mirror. It’s beautiful. His eyes stay locked on your embrace as he keens into your hand, trying to grind into your palm for some sort of stimulation. 

He’s so fucking desperate to be fucked. It feels sinful, but you don’t stop.

You release his balls and slowly begin to trace a single finger up and down his toned thigh. 

“I love these legs” you sigh, resting your head on his shoulder again. “I love how strong you are, baby.” 

He bites into his lip. “Thank you, princess. It’s all so I can keep you safe.” 

Upon hearing him accept his strength, you wrap your hand around his cock. He finally takes your direction of being as loud as he’d like and lets out an unhindered, toe-curling moan. 

The sound has you soaked for him all over again. What a sucker you are for his pretty sounds.

You don’t let up. You crave having him undone in your hands, desire nothing more than to see tears streaming down his cheeks and a smile plastered to his lips. 

“I  think that’s why I love seeing you like this” you whisper into his ear, making sure that your lips brush against the sensitive skin. “I love seeing my big, strong pirate moaning for my pussy.” 

He whines. You know that your pussy is dripping on the fabric below you at the sound, but you don’t have it in you to care. The only thing you can focus on is the way Sanji has begun to thrust up into your hand. 

He reaches his hand back then, letting his fingers brush against your cheek. 

“More” he pants simply. “Please.”

You simply can’t resist him when he’s being so sweet.

“Are you a little desperate, baby?” You question. “You want my pussy?”

He all but sobs. “Yes, my love. Yes. I wanna be inside your pussy so bad.”

You rise to your feet then, walking around Sanji and standing between him and the mirror. 

You smirk. “Want me in your lap, baby?”

He nods vigorously, reaching for you. “Yes! Yes, please my love. Let me hold you.”

Without making him wait, you turn, taking a seat on his lap just so that your can grind your bum against his throbbing cock. It’s beautiful when you look up and see the two of you in the mirror. Your legs are spread just a bit, and you can tell that Sanji’s eyes are locked on your soaked cunt. Every single breath of his is followed by a small whine. 

You grab his hands and guide them to the outside of your thighs. 

“You can touch” you direct him, making eye contact with him in the mirror. 

He does just that.  

His fingers immediately slip inside of you, easily pumping in and out for a moment before he settles his palm on your clit. 

“Thank you. Oh gods, thank you. You’re so tight and wet” he breathes into your ear, slipping another finger inside you. 

“That’s it, baby” you breathe, titling your head back to rest on him. “Good boy. You make me feel so good.”

Your praise pulls a moan from his lips. His fingers begin to curl, grazing your g-spot with just enough pressure to make you burn. He’s babbling sweet-nothings in your ear the entire time he’s fingering you. 

“So beautiful.”

“Want to be inside, princess.”

“Want to be a good boy for you.” 

Every word makes you want to turn around and take him. You watch the two of you in the mirror, mesmerized by the way your pussy is dripping around his talented fingers. Your cum covers his thighs where you sit, but he doesn’t seem to notice the mess you’re making. 

Fuck, you hadn’t realized how pent up you’ve gotten watching him. Your orgasm is already on fire in your belly, daring you to let go and tumble over the edge for him. 

By the way he’s nuzzling you and whining, you know that he wants to feel you come more than anything. 

You wrap your fingers around his wrist then, moaning as you slowly pull his long fingers from your cunt. He’s shaking, trying to subtly thrust up toward you for some sort of stimulation.

“Please” he whimpers, being the good boy that he is and continuing to stare at the two of you in the mirror. “Oh gods, please.” 

You don’t think he’s ever been harder than he is right now. His cock twitches if you so much as breathe, and he’s breathing so heavily that you can feel the hot air on the back of your neck.

You climb off him then, an actual whimper leaving his lips. His hand immediately grabs his cock, slowly stroking himself to relieve some of the tension from your teasing. 

“Please come back” he whines. “Please, I need to be inside you, Pretty. You’re so perfect. I’ll do anything to be inside you right now.”

You don’t respond, consumed instead with the way he’s watching himself pump his cock own the mirror. He thrusts softly up into his hand, pre-cum dripping down his head and onto his fingers. This may be the single hottest thing you’ve ever witnessed in your life, and you silently pray that he can last long enough to get you off.  

You gesture toward the bed. “Get in bed, but make sure that you can turn your head and still see yourself in the mirror.”                

He does what he’s told in an instant. He nearly runs to bed, obediently throwing himself down on his back and looking into the mirror. You smile at him in your reflection.

“Such a good boy” you praise, watching in delight as his hips thrust up into nothing. “Ready?”

He nods. “Please. Use me, princess. I don’t care what you do. I just need to feel you.” 

You approach him, climbing into bed and leaning in to softly kiss his lips. The softness calms him for a moment, stopping the shaking of his chest and the thrusting of his hips.

“I will never just use you” you inform him, stroking the back of your fingers down his face. “I’m gonna take care of you. Let me make you feel good.” 

He nuzzles his nose into yours. “I love you.” 

“I love you, Sanji.” 

With that, you swing your leg over his strong hips, hovering your cunt just a breath above his tip.

“Tell me if it’s too much and I’ll stop” you tell him, rubbing your hand down his chest. “Okay?”

He raises an eyebrow, a moment of clarity piercing his already fucked-out mind fog. “Why would you have to stop, my love?”

You give the most poisonous smile he’s ever seen in his life. “Because you’re getting fucked until I come.”

 His eyes go wide, his mouth dropping open a bit. You swear to the gods that you see tears gather in his eyes. 

Finally, after almost an hour of torturing him, you take his entire cock by simply dropping your hips down atop him. 

He screams, arching his back and driving his cock so far into you that it makes you ache. 

“Oh thank you” he babbles, rolling his head so he can watch you tweak his nipples in the mirror beside your bed. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” 

You’re absolutely filled with him, his cock hot inside you. Every inch of him is obvious against your walls. He’s throbbing inside you, and it takes everything in you not to just chase your own orgasm. No matter how many times you have sex, you always forget how amazing that first moment his large cock slips into you is.

“You’re so fucking big” you moan. “Give me your hand, love.”

He does as he’s told, reaching out to you and watching in the mirror as you lay his large palm over your abdomen. You grind forward a bit and let him feel the bulge his cock creates in your belly. 

“You have no idea how could you make me feel” you tell him, feeling his cock twitch inside you at the praise. “So full baby.”

You run your hands slowly down the length of your belly until his fingers reach your clit. He rubs, expert and precise. 

As he toys with your clit, sending wave after wave of pleasure rushing through your belly, you lean down to capture his lips in a kiss. The taste of cigarettes is dizzying. It’s so Sanji, reminds you of every kiss he’s ever given you. You feel your body involuntarily grip around him as you slide you tongue into his mouth. 

He moans into the affection. He seems as though he doesn’t know what to do with his free hand, and settles for giving your ass a firm squeeze. 

“I love you” you tell him, grinding your hips forward as if to make him associate pleasure with your love. 

He hums. “Please ride me. I need to come inside you. Can I come inside?” 

You nod, your forehead on his. “I’ve got you baby. Thrust into me. Do whatever feels good.” 

His hand leaves your clit then, both now gripping your ass as he begins to experimentally fuck up into you. For just a moment, his eyes are torn from the mirror so he can stare at the way there’s already a ring of your cum forming at the base of his cock. You’re soaked for him, and their knowledge that he’s responsible for your arousal has him mesmerized. 

He’s vocal immediately. Moans and whimpers leave his lips, the sweet music of his pleasure mixing with your own as his thick cock pulls hums and sighs from your own throat. 

You put both hands on the sides of his head for leverage, beginning to grind your own hips on him to match his thrusts. 

“Baby” he mumbles. “Oh-oh. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Please. Please.“

You’re almost proud that you’ve already got him so fucked out. Of course, it isn’t hard to get your loving fiancee pussy drunk, but his desperate babbling might be your favorite sound in the world. 

You lower yourself down on your elbows so he can capture your nipple in his mouth. He sucks hard, licking your breast and suckling your nipples like it’s the only thing grounding him. His moans have become constant now, the vibrations sending chills straight from your breasts to where he’s pounding into your cunt.

You place your hand under his head so you can stroke his hair. “That’s it, baby” you soothe him. “Good boy. You’re making me feel so, so good.” 

He releases your breast from his mouth, so you take the opportunity to tilt his head to the side so he can watch himself fuck up into you in the mirror. It’s a filthy site. His abdomen is covered in your arrousal, both your bodies trembling from the pleasure. His skin is so blushed that you’re almost worried you’re being too much for him.

You smirk at him in the mirror. “We look good, baby. You look so beautiful under me.” 

He nods. “So, so beautiful. You’re like a goddess, my love. You’re so pretty.”

You place your hands on his chest and go to sit up, but he’s quick to wrap his arms around you and bring you back. 

“Need you here” he babbles as he returns to fucking up into you, his pace rougher and harder than before. “Need to hold my baby, need to feel you.” 

He’s so vulnerable right now, whimpering and crying into the crook of your neck as he desperately chases his orgasm. You can feel the wetness of tears against your skin, but you don’t comment on it. You don’t want to scare him away from expressing himself, from letting his walls come down and just be for a moment. 

“Sanji” you moan when bends his knees a bit, pushing you into a new angle. “Oh gods baby, right there. I love you like this so much.”

Your pleasure spurs him into near insanity. He cries out, wrapping his arms fully around you and using his strong arms to bounce you up and down on his cock. 

He’s close, and the thought of feeling him come inside you makes you moan against him. 

“I love you” he sobs into your neck. “I love you. Angel, you’re so tight. I wanna come. I wanna come so bad.”

You cradle his face in your hands, urging him to open his eyes and look up at you. When he does, there are more tears gathered in his lower lid. 

He might be an actual angel. Sweat and tears give his face a heavenly, filthy glow. He’s panting, cheeks red and eyes wide as he looks to you for some sort of direction. His thrusts slow, his movements and his grip suddenly becoming cautious as though he’s done something wrong. 

You stroke his face, placing your thumb in his mouth and letting him gently suck your digit as you speak. “Doing so good, baby. You wanna breed me? You wanna fill up this pussy like a good boy?”

His eyes roll back at your words. You bask in the feeling of him sucking your fingers, laving his tongue over them just to have something to do with his mouth. 

He releases your thumb from his mouth and lets his eyes drift shut again, his hips picking back up to continue fucking you. 

Sweet boy. Even when he’s too fucked out to think, he’s always so concerned for you.

His fingers are starting to dig into your skin. He’s so close.

“Oh g-gods” he whines. “Oh my love, I’m yours. I belong to you.” 

You start to fuck down onto him, desperate to see that beautiful face he makes when he fills you with his cum. 

“Come for me” you tell him softly, the tone too gentle for the filth leaving your mouth. “I want you to fill me up, baby. I’ll come if you finish inside.” 

His tears are flowing freely now. He’s downright flawless.

“Gonna come” he whimpers, words seeming to get caught in his throat. “Gonna come, Mommy.” 

The air is sucked from the room in an instant.

Both of you freeze as if someone’s hit the pause button. Sanji’s chest is heaving, cheeks even redder than before as he slowly begins to process what he just said. 

“I…oh gods that was…I’m so sorry” he panics as he tries to regain his thoughts. “That just slipped out. I don’t know where that came from.”

You stare, still trying to recover from the way your cunt gripped him when he made his little ‘mistake’.

“Say it again.” 

He recoils a bit. “I’m sorry?”

You trace your hand up his chest and back to his face, tracing his lips slowly, sensually. If you hadn’t promised him an evening on the soft side, you’d wrap your hand around his throat just to see the way he moans and whines when you do.

“Say it again” you repeat. “I swear to the gods that I almost came when you said it.” 

He takes a deep, shaking breath. “Oh my gods. Mommy, I’ll be good. Please move. Please don’t stop.” 

With a wild smile on your face, you grind down on him. His hips come completely off the bed then, driving his cock deeper into you than it’s ever been. 

“Oh my gods” He cries. “Mommy! Gonna come. Please make me come.” 

You couldn’t stop riding his cock if a sea king flew through the window. You’re addicted. His face, his broken voice, his tears. 

You could be drunk on this forever.

“Tell me who you belong to, and I’ll let you come” you tease. “Whose cock is this baby?”

He’s nearly sobbing for you. “Yours! I’m your good boy, mommy. I belong to you.”

You feel high on power. Seeing one of the world’s highest bounty pirates begging to come inside you is like a drug. You want it. You want it forever. 

“Come for me, baby” you tell him at last, placing a kiss on his neck. 

Always the gentleman, Sanji does what he’s told. You barely get your hand over his mouth before he wails, nails clawing into you as he fills you with his cum. It isn’t everyday that you let him finish inside, and he appears ever grateful for the gift as tears stream down his cheeks and he screams a muffled ‘thank you, Mommy’ into your palm. 

You want to lay down upon him, comfort him, but you feel mad with the urge to chase your own high. 

His moans come in broken stutters now, his body trembling under your touch. “Mommy, please. Please, I’m so sensitive.” 

You bring your lips up to his ear. “Do you need your safe word? I’m so fucking close.” 

Instantly, he shakes his head. “Please come. I want you to feel good. I wanna be good for you.” 

You can’t tell if it’s his words, or if it’s the desire to hold him, but you’re quick to follow him over the edge. You collapse when your cunt grips him, not trying to stifle the scream that rips up from your chest.

You’ve had amazing orgasms for Sanji before, but you’re not one to be able to come from sex alone. It’s rare that this happens, but it’s biblical. It’s heavenly. It’s so filthy that you don’t think you should even be allowed to feel pleasure like this.

Sanji seems taken aback by your orgasm, gasping when he feels how tight you are around him. He wraps his arms around you, moaning into your neck as you softly grind through your orgasm. 

It’s quiet when you finally lay yourself down on Sanji’s chest. His breath is heaving, and you can feel his body trembling under your touch. 

The fear takes you in an instant.

Were you too much for him?

Did you hurt him?

Did you embarrass him?

Before you’ve even had the chance to come down from your high, you reach up, brushing Sanji’s hair from his sweaty face. 

“Baby?” You whisper. “Talk to me. You okay?”

His eyes flutter open. “Tired.” 

What a darling he is. His cheeks are still burning red, body blushed as he holds you tightly against him. 

“You did so good” you assure him. “I’ve missed you so much, my love.” 

A gentle smile takes hold of his lips. “I just wanted to make you feel good.” 

You lean in, pressing a kiss to his hot lips. “You made me feel amazing, Sanji. You always do. How are you feeling?” 

“Like the luckiest man in the world.” 

[happy-saiki]

Okay so.. what if the monster trios partner just randomly swapped from bottom to top in the middle of freaky time (pretend the word freaky has that funny ass font)

oh,,, you mean 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 freaky. i hear you, i see the vision, and i must torment these men. ps: gonna add ace n law just for funsies <3

🌙thinkin' about: the monster trio, ace 'n law! vs switchin' things up!

VERY SHORT DRABBLES, OKAY? OKAY. NOT PROOFREAD, OKAY? OKAY. cw: pussydrunk men. dom-ish reader. nsfw thoughts include: handjob, teasing, cocky and pathetic men, creampie, doin' it raw. oh, and pussydrunk men. okay, thats it. MDNI OR ILL HUNT YOUR PETTY ASSES. m.list

🍒monkey d. luffy: tonight, let me be your little plaything.

❤️he just laughs when you thread your fingers through his hair and pull it backwards so meanly, "hah, what's wrong?" "w-wanna be on top," you pull him downwards, trying to turn him around and your captain complies happily. too happily, perhaps. grinning, he turns around to be on his back and uses his firms hands to stabilize you on his aching dick. "are you sure? i can—" luffy tries to ask, tries to really show you what a thoughtful and careful captain he is. but you just tilt your face downwards, and you drink in any enquiries he has like it is water. his mouth parts, lewd strings of saliva glistening between you as you slowly sink down on his length, and promptly moan into him as he finally bottoms out. as he looks up at you, he cannot help but fuck upwards into you harder. your hair sticks to your forehead and chest, the strands plastered against your soft skin like modern art, your lips parted and lust-driven, haze eyes trained on him as if he was your prey for tonight. his voice stutters slightly, body tensing in anticipation as you gently run a finger across his taut chest, "w-what?" "shh, let me take care of you tonight." you swipe your thumb across his bottom lips as his eyes roll back as your neat, manicured fingers dig into his chest. as you bounce on his lap, he lets out such pretty, vulgar noises, "mhph baby, l- harder." "harder?" you circle your hips, the motion almost enough to send you both into a orgasmic bliss. luffy digs his fingers into the fat of your hips, bruising and breaking the skin. eyes barely open, his lips slack open as his pace falters, "s-shit, so good. keep going, fuck—" "as you wish, cap'n."

🍀roronoa zoro: don't try something you cannot keep up with.

💚"hm?" the swordsman quirks an eyebrow, his flushed face looking down at you with tepid anticipation, "what now, woman?" you had been pawing at his bicep, weak fingers curling against the taut muscle as if to sway him physically. you pout, the expression enough to disbalance even the greatest, "i wanna be on top, today." "huh?" the swordsman grins in return, gliding his flushed tip against your clit easily, familiarly. as if it was a routine he was well-versed in. well, technically, one could say that. when he speaks, his tone is that of mockery, "think ya can handle that? your thighs start burning after two pumps, 'm not kidding—" "—shut up, why don't y-you, zoro!" your breath hitches at the sudden sensation of zoro abandoning your aching cunt. scoffing, he pulls you up, "alright then," the swordman lays down, pulling you on top of him firmly. gazing up at you with a challenge drawn into his features, he husks, "c'mon, show me what you're made of." "don't get co-cocky. i'm gonna ruin you tonight." you hiss as his length toys against your inviting opening. you throw your head back at the feeling the intimate veins and ridges against your gummy walls as he sinks in deeper and deeper and depper. zoro hisses, "shi- hah. easy now." rocking your hips, you both moan as he finally bottoms out. looking down at the (once) cocky swordsman, you're delighted to find a man entranced by you. his half-lidded gaze falls on you, lips parting as he raises his hips to slam into you, "go on, s-show me what you can do." you laugh, something sort of airy, as you thrust back into him with just as much vigor. your pace fastens and you swear you see his eyes roll back as he gasps, "ngh shit. w-wait a min—" resting your palms flat against his chest, you rasp, "don't order me around tonight, roronoa."

🫐vinsmoke sanji: whatever my girl says, i do.

💙you could ask vinsmoke sanji to give his life up for you and he would in a second. so, don't expect him to question you as you close the door behind and push him onto your shared bed, unbutton his blue shirt and tell him you want him right now, right here. of course, he doesn't question, but that doesn't mean he doesn't quirk an eyebrow and address you breathily as you straddle his clothed hips, "what's with the haste, love?" "need you." you admit so quickly that you're surprised your words sound coherent at all, "need y'so bad." "hm?" the cook hums in delight as you rub against him even with all your clothes on. his strong arm wrapped around your torso, bringing you down to face him. his breath is hot against your lips, "that bad, darling?" before the cook can attempt to turn you around and pin your to the mattress, your hand tug his wrists to pin them up instead. he doesn't even struggle under you, accepting his fate all-too-happily as you rasp from above, "no. you're bottom tonight, vinsmoke." and you're crazy if you think sanji does anything but grin in delight, fighting an erection and the insane urge to submit to you fully within a second, "as you say, ma'am." the cook of your ship moans under you as rut against him. your lewd fluids seeping into the fabric of his dress slack and drenching his weeping cock in such an unholy manner. his breath stutters as your pace fastens, as you throw your head backwards and push yourself harder against him. "g-gonna tease me all night long, gorgeous?" the cook smiles deliriously and you tug his tie to pull him up and kiss him senseless. admitting through hot pants and restrained breaths, "if that's what you want, then sure." "i'm all yours." the cook admits dopily, his lips still entangled against you as your aching cunt rubs against his straining erection, "whatever you say, goes." "in that case," you pulled your top off easily, looking down at him unhurriedly, "strip."

🦋portgas d. ace: oh really? think you can do this? yes, yes you can.

🧡"oh, baby." ace throws his head back, his pretty locks falling backwards to show his pretty face, "don't tease me like that." "like what?" you echo back, looking down at your boyfriend so innocently as his arms tighten around you, "i was s'posed to be finishing paperwork, angel." "do that, then." you softly take off his hat, putting it on yourself against the backdrop of his moans, "i'm not saying anything." "y-your hands are saying more than enough." and at his words, you tilt your head downwards to see the sight of your hands fisted around his pretty cock. your thumb swipes over his wet slit and ace moans, his arm going slack against you, "sh-shit, okay. i get it, you wanna fuck. i won't make you wait." his arm tightens around your waist once over as he picks himself up from the chair he was sitting on. dragging himself to the bed, he throws you just to cage you under him. "no." you say loud enough for him to stop, "what is it?" you entangle your index against his red-beaded necklace and pull him downwards just to ghost at his lips, "i'm going on top tonight." the section-commander just quirks up his eyebrows in delight, "really?" and in a minute you're on top of him, looking down at such a flush-faced, shirt-less man. ace hums, "okay, then. have your fun. i've missed seeing you like this." you adjust his hat, the beaded string dangling as you rid him of his pants, "and i've missed making you cry out my name." "hm?" ace hums hotly into the air, balancing himself on his elbows to peer up at you, "guess we have a lot of catching up to do." his voice waivers pathetically as you run your soft hand up and down his shaft, looking at him with your predator-like gaze, "seems so." you lick the tip languidly, tasting the salty pre on your tongue. moving your hand up and down, never once breaking eye-contact, you command, "now shut up, and let me do the talking." "as you wish, angel."

🪻trafalgar d. water law: don't give the man new kinks, please.

💜"captain," you say the word so softly that law finds himself keening at just the sound of your voice. his voice is breathless, raspy, undone from the way he was thrusting within your gummy walls, "y-yeah, what?" you look into his eyes, words falling into an easy smile, "change positions, please?" and soon enough he realizes that that's not a question, rather a command, "i wanna be on top." and so, law complies. mostly, to flatter his own ego when you'd get tired and complain about your thighs burning like you always do when you're on top, but a little bit to make your bratty ass happy. with his tattooed chest on display and his arms tucked behind his tousled head, law looks up at your leisurely, "go on." you grin, hips moving down so suddenly to take all of him in, "wasn't waiting for your permission, captain." shit. and now, law might be the one going into a neuro-psychotic breakdown from the way you move your hips. up and down, sideways, sometimes circling him as your greedy, snug cunt swallows him whole. your gummy walls gnaw at him, pulling at him so greedily that he has no choice but to buck up fiercely, white-knuckle the linen sheets and purse his lips lest he utter something so embarrassing. "what's wrong?" you ask in that same airy tone, as if oblivious to the way your snug cunt was sucking him in and milking him dry, "having fun?" "ohmygod," the captain brings up a tattooed hand to his face, covering his eyes as his hips buck up into you wildly, "don't stop, don't fucking stop." his voice falters. it quietens pathetically, in a manner that is so unlike him, "p-please." "that good?" you ask softly, tracing your index finger up till it lands against the column of his throat. as you close your hands around his throat, you can feel the stuttering breaths under his skin, "law?" "wh-what?" his eyes widen as he takes his hand off, and you squeeze his throat in response, "ya like it?" the fact that you feel his hips stutter under you, his breath fasten and the familiar, warm fluid splatter against your walls should be enough of an answer. "seems like you do."

a/n: how much do i love pathetic men? yes. AND OKAY YEAH THIS ONE'S FOR THE HOT GIRLS WHO GET TIRED AS SOON AS THEY GO ON TOP (like me 😞). anyways, my writer's block goes wild. either i don't write for two weeks or i write like five things in one day. anyways, this is a scheduled post, hope you hotties enjoy mwuah <3 m.list

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HI SWEETIEEEE, LOVE UR WRITING

Can you PLEAAAAASEEE make reader with breeding kink? Like, how would Sanji, Luff and ussop react to their partner asking for being filled/breed?

Btw, tell me I'm cool for asking without anon or I'll cry.

UR THE COOOOLEST FOR ASKING WITHOUT ANON GIRLY!! i salute your confidence, also ur veryyyy pretty (i stalk you through your window) and also here's the filth you want mwuahh 😚😚

𐙚thinkin' about: the monster trio, ace 'n law! vs breeding kink!

NOT PROOFREAD. JUST PURE HORNY. cw: they all kinda wanna be dads. im sorry. i just wrote it. they wanna be dads now. its cannon. pussydrunk!men. nsfw includes: praise, a lot of overstimulation and talks of "being a dad" and "getting a mini-me", penetration, cunnilingus, loads of creampie [obviously.] and smex. lots of smex. m.list

🍒monkey d. luffy: going insane at the mere idea.

❤️"ngh~ hah again." from the way luffy said it, you're not quite sure whether he was asking or telling. but you weren't sure of a lot of things like where he ended and you began, which round were you on, yada yada. eitherways, you shouldn't worry that pretty little head of yours, not when you're the reason the captain of your ship was panting like this against you. hot huffs clashing against your skin with every strained movement of his hips. all because you had had the audacity to come up to the captain of the ship, pull him by his shirt to your room, strip and tell him to "fill you up." like are you insane?! did you want to kill him?! ❤️you're lucky that your captain has a strong heart, and an even stronger will... because now his hips were bucking into you wildly, hot stings against your thighs where he collided over and over and over again. whispering like a man gone mad, "fill you up, p-please. you wanted th-that right? you want me to fuck you like this? over 'n over 'gain?" and you must have been on a mission from the marines cause you just caught your trembling, bottom lips and hiccupped out a soft, "y-yes, please, cap'n." oh that wretched nick-name, goddamit. ❤️and now he's rutting into you harder, his tongue pushing against yours in such a lewd display of love. when he parted from from you, strings of glistening saliva connected you both. before they dropped downwards, stagnating against his bottom lips. "gonna have a little me runnin' around, i promise." monkey d luffy grinned, so pussy-drunk from the way you were clenching and gnawing at his aching dick. you wanted it just as much as he did, huh? with short, persistent thrusts into your gummy walls, he's cumming inside you once again, "one more time, p-pretty. promise this'll be the last. hah gotta make sure i get it right, y-yeah?" liar. he said that the last three times too.

🍀roronoa zoro: daddy or father? you choose. ps: both.

💚whatever you expected, this was not it. when you had waltzed into zoro's room while he was napping, closed the lock behind you, straddled his hips and huskily beg for him to fill you up, you didn't expect this. you didn't expect the man who was reluctant to even think about a family to prep you for his cock like he wanted a kid right fucking now. 💚you didn't expect the goddamn demon of the sea, former marine-hunter and the current first mate of your crew to caress your cheek so softly, to look you in your eyes with nothing but devotion as he thrusted his fingers into you so mean. "you're serious?" he mumbled against your skin and you nodded, half-delirious from the unfaltering pumps and your crescendo into another orgasm, "ye-yeah, i am, zoro." the swordman grinned, chasing his action with a mean slap to your aching cunt. fuck. and for a moment you saw something inherently holy in his action, "you want me to fill you up? you wanna make me a dad, angle?" "ngh ohmygod—" your eyes rolled back as his nimble fingers messily circle your clit before pinching the nub slowly. his voice husked, "my girl wants me to fuck her till i get a mini-me around?" 💚of course you cannot now blame roronoa zoro for the way he was fucking you without any breaks. not when you were the one who had nodded and assured him that a little him would be soo cute. "me? a dad?" zoro mumbled again. and for someone who only talked in grunt and groans and huffs when he was fucking you like he was going to ruin you, he sure was talking a lot. he repeated, "shit, my girl's gonna make me a dad?" "zoro, no-no more, please—" you pawed at his biceps, trying to pry him off of you. you could practically feel yourself filled to the brim, the milky white pouring out of your so obscenely and collecting at the base of his pretty cock with every little thrust into you. "no, no. no." he almost sounded cocky when he pulled his dick back and used his fingers to stuff them back in, "come on, now. don't waste any." he grinned, feral, "'m gonna be a fucking dad." jesus christ, what kind of demon did you let out tonight?

🫐vinsmoke sanji: living out his dreams (while buried in you).

💙honestly, you must have had courage pouring through you veins to ask sanji to fill you up. him and fatherhood were no joke. vinsmoke sanji had seen you for exactly 1.52 seconds when he realized he would have a family with you immediately, or get rejected over and over till he gets you and then have a family with you. 💙"and th-then i'd get her whatever she wants." sanji rambled on, hips stuck in a periodic rhythm as his tip caught against your g-spot again and again. "s-sanji." you stuttered, trying to throw your head over your shoulders to meet his flushed face. he had held your back flush against his chest, face reddened and lips trembling as he kissed your neck. your heart fluttered at his reaction, "there's we d-don't have a kid yet... y'know that, right?" because from the way he was planning, it sure seemed like the kid was alive and well in his mind. the blonde nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, his finger slowly thumbing your clit, using your wetness to his leverage to bring yourself to destruction once more, "so, what, love? i'll fuck you till i get it, right?" 💙and who were you to deny him of that when his fingers glided through your folds easily and he rocked his hips gently, trying to coax another orgasm out of your tired bones. his breath was hot against your shoulder, "we're gonna have such a cute kid, r-right, love?" "mhm, w-we will." you nodded, the pit in your stomach tightening cruelly at his candied words. and he smiled against your shoulder, words slurring at the thoughts, "god, she'd be so cute." "sanji," you whined, your voice shaking as he finally pulled himself out. the warm fluid cascaded down your folds and sanji tsked in mock distress, "shh, looks like i gotta do it all over again." don't complain. you're the one who made him this way.

🦋portgas d. ace: don't ask for what you can't handle.

🧡"a-ace." your voice waivered pathetically as his hot breath played against your trembling pussy. his grin was cocky, eyes hidden by his hat as he husked against your wetness, "what?" "s-stop teasing." you tried, only for him to laugh at your pathetic efforts to sound stern. he tipped his face back, eyes glinting with something malignant, "you started it, baby." "i wasn't teasing." 🧡oh so you weren't teasing when you walked into his room, interrupted his paperwork and asked him so, so nicely to fill you up tonight? ace's eyebrows quirked up in part-surprise, part-delight as he slowly kissed your inner thigh. eyes never leaving yours. he smiled all over again, "you want me knock you up? give you my kid? awh, want me to fuck you till i get it right?" oh and the way you averted your eyes, looking oh-so-shy at his question, it had ace wanting to ruin you all over again. 🧡you were spread so deliciously on his bed, your glistening cunt on display just for him to edge you and watch you drip over and over again. the sheets underneath were soiled from your juices, he was sure his crew-mates would tease him to no extent with the way you were screaming his name but none of that mattered. when you writhed against him, your aching hands pushing his pretty face away and pulling him back into you all over again, ace hummed, "what? too much already? but we haven't even started." not when he took his hat off and gave you bestial grin. untamed, animalistic, primal. portgas d ace just made a promise, "when i finally give you what you want, don't you dare run away. or i think we both know how it'll end." it'll end with you stuffed full of him. it'll end with his finger past your pretty lips, with you choking on your own moans and his thick digits as he pumped you full. it'll end with him humming, "running away? no. don't you dare." after all, portgas d. ace never broke a promise.

🪻trafalgar d. water law: doc please don't knock her up.

💜your boyfriend was a doctor. surely, you must have more common sense than to bother him while he was already drowning under paperwork with the ideas of a little you and him running around. surely. "'s a terrible id-idea," he stuttered uncharacteristically as you has fiddled with his shirt, giving him such a sickly sweet smile, "why? you don't wanna?" "no—" his voice faltered as you slowly perched upon his lap and undid his button one by one. "'s just a kid is a huge responsibility, and we're not r-ready," his breath hitched when you kissed his neck. your words stilled against the column of his throat, "pretty please, doc?" it's like you lived to raise his blood pressure. 💜so, now back was was pressed into the cold wood of his table, your knees pulled apart on his broad chest. his dick slipped in and out of you as his tattooed fingers pinched your clit. "l-law, please." your eyes were brimming with tears. aching, fat droplets that fell down as he continued to fuck you on that creaking wooden desk. you babbled as he rut into you harder, flushed tip bumping against your abused g-spot, "'m done, i-i'm sorry ngh, c'mon." "you're hah— crying?" don't let anyone know but maybe law was a bit of a sadist with the way he grinned, "i thought you wanted this?" 💜good point. you were the one who wanted to be pinned down onto that wretched desk and fucked into till you lost the feeling in your legs and your body trembled with every shallow way he drilled into you. so, take it. any faltering whines and moans were pointless. his actions were unhurried, pace rhythmic even as you spasmed around him due to the overstimulation. as your velvety holes gnawed at him, the doctor found himself spilling into you with little to no sanity left in him. "hah fuck—" law breathed heavily, eyes going wide as he pulled out and saw his milky essence dripping out of you so obscenely. his gaze fell upon your flushed face. your eyes were clenched shut, mouth parted in utter bliss. all reason and rhyme left the man as he found himself nudging his tip back into your trembling cunt, "shit. come on, baby. you wanted this." he isn't lying. you did want it.

a/n: first time writing law, lowkey nervous teehee 🤭🤗. i come out of the writers block on and off so im sorry im shit at posting. also i know i wrote ace n law longer okay I KNOW DONT TELL ME SHHH. i just got carried away 👉🏻👈🏻. couldn't write ussop for the life of my but i hope you like it anyways @shinysp4rk mwuah <3 m.list

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Ace gets riled up when you wear skirts

WARNING: MINORS DNI. THIS IS NSFW CONTENT.

Author's note: Smut - fingering that leads to fucking. ~2.3k words. Ace fingers (afab) reader from behind and then they have sex. Pet names. (o˘◡˘o) (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ I hope you like it!!

Ace gets riled up when you wear skirts

“Hey gorgeous.” Ace leaned down from behind where you were sitting and hummed in your ear. His voice melted like honey and went straight to your heart. You were sitting on the couch scrolling on your phone, relaxing while you had a few free moments.

You smiled at him and gave him a quick kiss… but that wasn’t enough right now. Ace needed more than that. Seeing you sit so cutely on the couch, with your skirt thrown over your thighs, your pretty fingers scrolling through your phone… it awoke something in him.

Your presence could flip the switch in Ace’s mind immediately—he’d go from sweet and smiling to desperate for a crumb of your pleasure. You never knew what you were going to get with him, but recently it had been the latter. He hadn’t been able to keep his hands off you. Every spare moment Ace would pull you into a bathroom and bend you over, pull you into a closet and fuck you standing up, drag you up to the crow’s nest and demand reverse cowgirl in the open air... Skirts made his fantasies more forceful. You could say he had something of a skirt kink, or at least, seeing you in a skirt sent him over the edge. He would imagine pulling the skirt up around your waist and gripping it tight while he fucked you, using it for leverage. He would imagine flipping the skirt over so your ass was exposed to the bare air, pulling the skirt back and spanking your ass so hard it bruised. He would imagine fingering you under the skirt when no one was looking... he had any number of fantasies at one time about you in a skirt.

That's why the sight of you sitting on the couch in your skirt lit a fire in Ace’s core, one that he wouldn’t be able to shake until he had his fill of you.

Ace leaned over you from behind and kissed the top of your head. Surprisingly, he then wrapped his left hand lightly around your throat. You let out a yelp in response. “Ace, what are you doing?”

“I want you.” He rasped in your ear and his free hand crept down the couch, over your chest and stomach to rest on your crotch. His hand lingered on top of the fabric of your skirt. No matter how many times you and Ace were intimate, his closeness made your stomach twist with butterflies. His arms were toned, defined, hard, manly, and his hands, much the same. His thick fingers rested softly on your skirt, sending bolts of electricity straight to your core. His honeyed voice put you at ease, but you could hear the desire and need plainly when he spoke.

Ace palmed your crotch and grinded down through your skirt firmly. You whined and squirmed a bit as friction built on your clit. “Ace, everyone will see.”

“No they won’t, I promise,” Ace whispered sweetly back in your ear. His voice was dripping with desire, sugar-coated, but underlined with a note of desperation. You knew he was about to fuck you senseless.

“Okay, if you say so…” You agreed tentatively, trailing off.

“Put those legs up, honey.” He commanded you charmingly, and you lifted your legs up, propping them on the couch so they were spread wide and your knees were pulled up by your chest.

“Let’s get this out of the way,” Ace murmured in your ear again and picked up the hem of your skirt, pulling it back, exposing your panties. He shifted your skirt up, so it pooled around your waist. You felt exposed and embarrassed, blushing from head to toe. Seeing you in this position, spread open for him, skirt pulled askew, panties uncovered... Ace felt feral.

When he had adjusted your skirt, his fingers came back to rest on your clit over your panties. He tightened the grip on your neck ever so slightly, eliciting a soft gasp from your lips. He was so sweet and yet he could be so rough on you—he’d do the nastiest things to you, all the while calling you lovely names and petting your head. You loved how he doted on you and how he was obsessed with you—for Ace, it translated into a desire to make you feel good. He wanted you to be in ecstasy from his touch, wanted you to transcend to new levels of pleasure that you never knew, all because of him. Whenever your face twisted in pleasure it made him as hard as a rock, his cock pulsing in his shorts, pressing on his briefs trying to escape.

Your gasping as he tightened his grip was one of those moments. Even the most muted of sounds of pleasure coming from you made Ace feel like he was one step away from either cumming in his pants or ripping all your clothes off and fucking you senseless. He had to use discipline though, to not get too worked up. Your pleasure was his first priority, of course.

Ace slowly started to rub his fingers in circles around your clit. The fabric of your panties rubbed roughly on your sensitive spot, his fingers dragging the material up and down through your lips. Your wetness started to seep out and saturate the fabric, helping his fingers glide over and work through the barrier to your bare pussy with ease.

“Getting excited already?” He purred into your ear and your stomach twisted again. You were, in fact, getting excited already. Your heartbeat was starting to raise, you were hyperaware of his every move, and you were braced for the pleasure you knew he was going to wrench from your core.

Ace’s fingers trailed upwards, and hooked your panties down. Meanwhile his left hand gave your throat one last squeeze and then wandered to your chest, massaging and kneading your breasts.

At the same time, Ace started kissing your neck, sucking on it lightly, then nibbling on it. You felt electric. He was everywhere at once—on your chest, on your neck, rumbling in your ears, you could smell his shampoo, feel the warmth from his skin as bent over the back of the couch to touch you. His fingers crept into your panties and started toying with your sensitive folds that were becoming increasingly inflamed and red. Wetness oozed out of you, and Ace noticed as he leisurely passed his fingers up, over your clit, pausing and pressing there for a moment, then returning back to dance around your opening.

“Are you ready, princess?” He asked, and when you nodded timidly he inserted his middle finger, slowly pushing it into you as you shuddered around him. It felt amazing because he knew your body so well. Making you feel good was an art form to him. He spoke the language of your pleasure, knew your body inside and out, adjusted his movements to the neediness of your moans and gasps, played with you until you got to the precipice of climax.

As one finger ventured inside you, he could feel your walls constrict. You let out another sweet moan and Ace started to go feral; he could feel himself losing control. He sucked on your neck harshly, squeezed your breasts so hard it hurt, and started to move the finger inside of you up and down, inside and out.

He was reading your pleasure, calculating how to make you feel the best. His finger felt the ridges of your insides, the smooth slipperiness of your slick, your spasms of pleasure; he noticed when your thighs tensed up, when your breaths got shallower and quicker, and when your gasps got even the tiniest bit more needy.

When he saw it appropriate, Ace inserted his ring finger, drawing another groan from your lips. His fingers opened and closed like scissors inside of you, stretching you out for him, getting you ready. He curled his fingers and immediately located your sweet spot. Ace wasted no time pressing, pushing, circling, and bullying your g-spot until your wetness dripped out of your pussy, coating his fingers and hand, seeping down onto the couch and leaving a mess.

“Mmmmm,” Ace hummed as his fingers worked. “Does that feel good?”

Of course it did. Your legs were already trembling. He knew how to bring you to the brink of orgasm in minutes and had no trouble touching you until you were begging for more. His fingers felt magical.

“Ace,” you choked out. “Need you in me—please.”

“I’m sure you do, baby.” He sucked on your neck one more time and pulled his fingers out of you, soaked and slippery.

“Open up, pretty.” Ace politely waited a moment and then shoved his fingers unceremoniously into your mouth, making you suck your own slick off of him. He was so unbelievably turned on. His erection was painfully tight; he needed friction, wanted to fuck you so bad, to cum in you, cum on you, make you feel so good. Ace needed you carnally, beyond imagination—he wanted to fuck you until you couldn’t speak anymore, until you couldn’t walk straight, he wanted to make you beg and moan until your voice went hoarse, he wanted to make you orgasm again and again and again.

When you had sucked his fingers dry, the sweet taste of your own pussy lingered in your mouth. Ace grabbed your face with his hand pulled it close to him, smashing his lips into yours. You let out a muffled moan as your lips met and Ace felt his dick twinge. He pulled out of the kiss after a minute and rounded the couch so he was now facing you.

He leaned down to grab ahold of your hips. “C’mere.”

Ace picked you up swiftly and effortlessly. It was amazing how strong he was and how much he liked to throw you around like a doll. He treated you delicately, but at the same time he would fuck you hard and carelessly. The dichotomy was perfect for you two—vicious and loving, naughty and nice, both options present at any given time and just as welcomed as the other.

Ace lifted you up and your legs wrapped around him on instinct. The skirt draped unevenly across your ass and bunched up in front of you. The messy look turned Ace on arduously. His strong hands were cupping your ass, and he lined up his cock with your dripping wet cunt. He was losing patience. He needed to be in you immediately, needed to fuck you as soon as possible.

“Ready sweetie?” He looked at your face and saw that it was already contorted in pleasure. He couldn’t wait to fuck you so hard you drooled. He couldn’t wait to hear you moan his name on repeat. He needed to be inside of you now.

You nodded in response, desperate for him.

He wasted no time. Ace pushed the tip of his huge cock into you slowly. It passed through your folds, slippery and red, filling you up centimeters at a time. It was an overwhelming feeling, so sensual and satisfying. You adjusted to his girth and length with each second, constricting around his cock, your body remembering the shape of it. When he bottomed out, he let out a low and long groan. “Fuuuuck, baby.”

Ace started bouncing you on his cock, languidly, steady, and deliberate at first. He wanted to tease you, wanted to see you writhe from it, wanted you to want him so bad you begged. Ace was in control now, just as he liked it. And you were along for the ride, which you knew would end in an orgasm so powerful that you would lose your mind.

As you took his cock, nasty, wet, and sloppy sounds started echoing in the room. The sound of his balls slapping onto your wet ass and pussy rang in your ears. He grunted, rumbled in pleasure, and you could feel it in his chest. Your tits were pressed on him, hands clasped behind his neck, legs wrapped around him, toes curling in pleasure. He had you right where he wanted you, and now he was going to ravage your body like a last meal.

Ace sped up his fucking at a measured pace. He started bouncing you quicker, deeper, thrusting his cock up into you as he bounced you. He was bullying your g-spot, you could feel his dick curve inside of you, painting your walls with precum, gliding in and out, leaving pleasure in its wake. He was stretching you and fucking you into oblivion already. Wetness seeped out of you, down onto his shaft, over his balls, dripping on the floor.

His measured pace was driving you crazy. It wasn’t merely enough. “Accceeeee,” you moaned out. “Harder.”

He complied. His cock hit deep and hard, fucking you senseless. Pleasure hit your g-spot spot in waves. His pace was becoming frenzied, unpredictable, driven on instinct alone.

“Do—you—like—that, princess?” Ace groaned, taking a breath between each furious thrust, pistoning up into your red and inflamed pussy. His cock needed more.

“More,” you meweled out in response. Your words sent his body into overdrive. His grip on your ass bruised, his grunts so loud they overpowered the sloppy wet sounds of him fucking you. His hips bucked and jerked up into you, dragging his cock everywhere inside of you, hitting your g-spot, brushing your cervix, sending pleasure to every nerve ending. You never felt so full before.

“Cum for me,” Ace groaned out, hips bucking, thighs shaking.

As he fucked you closer to orgasm his brow wrinkled and his head was thrown back. All he could focus on was how your body felt, what it needed, and how he could make you feel even better. He was assessing how each muscle moved, how you shifted and sighed into him, how wet you got every time he called you a sweet name. He could tell you were getting closer.

Ace lowered you onto your back on the couch, making sure his cock stayed buried inside of you. He pushed your knees up and held onto you, positioning you into a mating press. You looked up at him and your face was depraved, hungry for his cock, you locked eyes with him. The fucked-out look on your face drove him even crazier.

He was so gorgeous it took your breath away. He was sweaty, his black hair slightly ruffled and damp around the temples, his brows furrowed with focus and pleasure, his freckles just as sweet as ever. His nose crinkled a bit every time he thrusted or called you something sweet. And while he was undeniably fucking you senseless, roughly, and fiercely, his eyes still retained all the love he had for you.

Ace rolled his hips into your cunt, rutting his cock against your walls from a different angle this time. He could get deeper, harder, rougher now that he had the support of the couch under him. He grabbed your hips and pressed into you with such force it took your breath away. This was the deepest he had ever been.

“’M so close baby,” he rasped out and you whined in response.

“Me too,” you were breathless. He was making you feel so good it felt like you were melting. You were starting to lose touch with reality—he was the only thing on your mind, and you were completely present. You forgot about everything else in the world when Ace was fucking you.

“Wanna see you cum on my cock,” he grunted desperately as he thrusted into you again.

You whined as his hips crashed haphazardly into you. You finally started to reach your limit. With one more furious drag of his cock inside of you, Ace pushed you over the edge of climax and waves of pleasure washed over you, mindblowingly ecstatic. Your body convulsed. You pulled him closer to you, moaning his name as your pussy clenched on his dick and you creamed on his cock. The pleasure he brought you with each orgasm was other-worldly. You never knew such a thing was possible until you met him, and every day that you spent near him you craved it more and more.

Ace could feel your walls pulsing and shuttering around his girth with your orgasm, and your pleasure drove him crazy. As you moaned his name again and again, Ace watched your face curl into an expression of bliss. You were doing precisely what he wanted—orgasming so hard and so sweetly that you felt like you left reality. Your eyes rolled back in your head and your panting drove him further into ferociously fucking you through your orgasm.

“’M cumming—” he groaned out, thrusting into you fitfully for one final moment, just barely overstimulating your sensitive insides. You shuddered and he groaned again, deeply and needily in response as he went over the edge. He shot sticky white ropes inside of you, so much that it started trickling out of you, a milky pool at the base of his cock. His orgasm was just as euphoric as yours. After teasing himself and holding out for so long, when he let himself fuck you without regard for anything else he allowed himself to dissolve into pleasure completely. He felt like he was floating each time your velvet walls squeezed him, felt like he was going to levitate every time you moaned his name. Cumming so hard from your pleasure left him in the purest euphoria.

You went limp and Ace collapsed on your chest. After a moment of silence, after feeling the warmth and sweat of your bodies pressing on each other, Ace looked up at you. His cock was still inside.

“Fuck,” he panted out. You hummed in response, and he pulled you in for a clumsy kiss. He could feel your walls still shuddering from orgasm just slightly, returning back to normal, still accommodating his girth, leaking a mix of both of your cum from your pussy.

“That was so good, baby,” he said at the same time as pressing his lips onto yours, speaking into your mouth as your lips met. His tongue ventured into your mouth, barely swirling your own, as he sucked slightly and bit your lip. You let out one more moan for him, as you felt his cock twinge one last time.

He pulled out of the kiss at the same time as pulling out of you. You’d never get used to the feeling of emptiness after Ace had just filled you up and fucked you into oblivion. You pulled him into one last long kiss, staving off the moment when you would have to disentangle your bodies and put your clothes back on.

“Let’s go get you cleaned up, pretty girl.” Ace kissed your forehead again and scooped you up in his arms. He would deal with the noticeable stain on the couch later.

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relying on the kindness of strangers. trafalgar law x f!reader.

cw: filthy car sex, infidelity, unprotected sex.

wc: 4.3k, this is so unnecessarily long lmao.

english is not my first language, so any grammatical mistakes i most certainly made i will try to fix them soon. also this is the first time i post any of my writting in here sooo.

i don't know why i came up with this, i found it difficult to write law. enjoy, i guess.

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You kicked on a stone as you walked along the side of the road, your feet beginning to hurt from having been walking non-stop for 45 minutes on platform boots.

It was a Friday night, the sky was littered with stars and the air felt humid and sticky against your skin. You couldn’t complain though; your big mouth had brought you to your current predicament. God forbid a woman calls out her oh-so-mature boyfriend for being a fucking asshole. But this man? Oh, his reaction was so out of character, but you could always read him like a book. All the suspicions you had been dragging on for months got cleared out with one gaze and a theatrical gasp. There was something else, or rather someone else for him at the end of the road, quite literally.

As bad as the situation might appear, vulnerability was far from the right adjective to describe how you currently felt. You were seething with anger and desperate to reunite with your boyfriend to properly leash out your wrath at him, as God intended. It might not have looked like it, but you actually held a lot back while you were both shouting vile truths at each other as he drove. Did you regret your actions and words? Absolutely not. But it was nearing midnight, and you yearned to be at home. 

The sound of an engine and tires running on the wet asphalt road made you turn around abruptly, finally, you thought to yourself. You hadn't seen a car drive by since you started walking. A small smile etched upon your face as you stuck your arm out with your thumb up, mentally begging that the driver was kind enough to pick you up.

You got blinded by the headlights as the car approached you and found it impossible to catch a glimpse of the driver, so you shielded your eyes with your forearm. A sigh of relief moved past your lips; at last, you could go home, bathe and get rid of the heavy feeling of the musty air impregnated on your skin. 

Quickly that feeling of relief and your smile were mercilessly shot down.

What the fuck just happened?

What a fucking cunt.

“Oh, c'mon man!” You complained loudly as you threw your arms in the air, disappointedly staring after the driver who so shamelessly ignored you as they raced past you. “Screw this shit.”

You knew hitchhiking wasn’t the safest thing for both sides involved but you were presented with zero options for your plight. Of course, a quick call to any of your closest friends could’ve fixed this –but not really– given that none of them owned a car. And to make matters worse, your phone signal was not working properly. Sighing, you thought of how wonderfully this could’ve been resolved if Sanji had a car – just one call and he’d be here in a heartbeat.

But no.

You watched as the car disappeared around a curve along with your luck and scratched the top of your head, confused. Do I not look hot enough to get picked up?

Also, the more you walked, the more your surroundings were beginning to look terrifying.

Taking your phone out for what felt like the hundredth time within an hour, you raised your arm out into the sky hoping to catch some signal, narrowing your eyes at the screen, but still no such luck.

I wonder if he’s already with–

Your thoughts got interrupted once again by the sound of an engine and you could feel your eyes gleaming with hope. Only the sound was one of a car going in reverse.

Placing a hand on your hip, you observed with anticipation as the shiny black car pulled up in front of you. You basked in the sight and even if you didn’t know much about cars, you identified this one to be somewhat old; from the 80’s maybe.

Suddenly feeling shy, you stepped forward to lean into the car window that was already open, excited to put a face to your savior.

Oh. Oh shit.

You stared intently at the handsome young man sitting behind the wheel.

“Sorry about before.” He apologized, but he did not seem to really mean it. Hands gripping the wheel, he stared you down, eyes momentarily stopping on your sweat-beaded cleavage before returning to your face. “Wanna hop in?”

Trying hard to dissipate the fogginess that engulfed your mind as the sound of his warm and deep voice reverberated inside your eardrums, your mind tried to stop for a second to think because so many things could go wrong if you decided to get in the handsome stranger's car. 

But you’ve been feeling spiteful for the last hour or so, and you didn’t care, so you nodded yes at his expectant eyes. 

He unlocked the passenger seat and you carefully rearranged your denim skirt before hopping inside the car. 

It was safe to mention that you already felt just a tiny bit intimidated by this man’s strong presence.  

He cleared his throat before continuing to speak, “So where are you headed to?”

You told him where you needed to go and he immediately got the car running, “Ah, that’s not very far from my place, how convenient.”

You simply smiled as you rested your hands atop your thighs. “How come you didn’t stop when you saw me sticking up my thumb?” you inquired, nervousness being replaced by bold curiosity.

He winced at your words, he didn’t think you’d ask about that.

“Erm–” he shot one quick look at you before returning his gaze to the road–” This is embarrassing to admit, but I was staring at my phone. I only saw you through the rearview mirror just as I turned around the curve.”

You squinted your eyes at him.

“True story,” he lifted a hand in defense, “Name’s Law, by the way.”

You told him your name, and you missed the way he repeated it silently after you.

“Let me get this out of the way first, Law,” you began, playfully emphasizing his name as you turned your body to face his, “you’re not some weirdo, serial killer, right?”

Law flashed you a small grin and again made a quick scan at your face; like he didn’t dare look at you for more than two seconds. His eyes were fixed on the road, so you seized this opportunity to check him out properly.

The man was breath-taking. And it thrilled you. You hadn’t been in awe of someone else's beauty since you met your boyfriend, and that was many years ago.

His raven hair was messy and sticking in all directions, his golden eyes looked tired and smeared with black eyeliner and you spotted some tattoos peeking through the sleeve of his dress shirt. Also, the golden hoop earrings really complemented his look.

Alluring, you thought. There was no better word to describe him.

“Not as far as I’m aware of, no.”

The sound of his deep voice brought you back to where you found yourself. You drifted away for a second.

“Guess I’m fine, then,” you teased.

He continued to drive in odd, comfortable silence while you were jumping all over the place inside your mind, scheming different ways to come up with a conversation, but Law beat you to it. “Wanna put on some music? We’re in for a long ride anyway,”

“Yeah, sure, where do I…?”

“My phone’s already on aux,” he gestured absently with his head toward his phone, “my password’s cora66 – just go right into Spotify.”

He doesn’t know me and he’s trusting me with his phone like that?

You did as Law said, and clicked shuffle on all his liked songs. Rein Raus by Rammstein started blasting through the speakers. You smiled.

Making yourself more comfortable in your seat, you decided to continue with some light conversation. “What do you do for a living?”

“I’m a doctor,” he answered with a mild expression and turned to look at you right at the same moment you lightly shot up your eyebrows in surprise. Law knew what you were thinking of; it was the very thing everyone thought of whenever he mentioned that he was a doctor: He doesn’t look like a doctor.

And indeed he didn’t, he looked like a fucking drug dealer. Which is fair to mention wasn’t too far off – he did grow and sell weed during his time at college.

“And what kinda doctor are you?”

“Heart surgeon.”

“Ah, impressive. You’re very much into your heavy metal, then,” you glanced toward the speaker with a small grin.

“Actually,” he began, the tone of his voice changing to a condescending one, “Rammstein’s an industrial metal band.”

You side-eyed him with a bored stare, “Are you one of those fact-checking guys?”

Embarrassment slowly caved its way to his previously neutral expression. A flush which he could not conceal crept across his cheeks and he stammered upon his words, “N-not usually…”

You didn’t mean to be a bitch, but you’ve been on the receiving end of acquiring unsolicited information from men before. And it bored you to death. 

“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you.”

You turned to look at Law only to find that he was already gazing at you through long lashes with concern in his eyes, moist lips slightly parted. And what a sight for your sore eyes.

Feeling dizzy at the sight of him, you huffed, “I'm not upset.”

“I saw the look on your face,” he countered.

“I’m telling you I’m not upset.” Almost without thinking and as natural as breathing, you went to rest your hand on his forearm as a sign of reassurance. But your attempt at physical contact never came to fully be, as your fingertips only so much as grazed his skin and you froze on the spot – Law averted his eyes from the road to look down at your hand, his expression unreadable. Quickly you retreated your hand as if you’d gotten burnt –not noticing Law’s gaze trailing after it– and hid it between your thighs. His eyes remained on the plushness of your thighs for a few seconds before he looked back to the road.

The tension between you two bubbled up as it grew thick and hard to ignore.

“Alright, then,” Law spoke, playing dumb as if whatever it was that just went on between you both had never happened, “you’re not upset. Now tell me: how’d you end up all by yourself at the side of the road this late at night? Isn’t it quite dangerous?”

In anger, you bit the insides of your cheeks as you were reminded of the red-haired man; images of him instantly flooded your mind. You sighed deeply before answering, “Had a fight with my old man while he was driving.”

“Your old man?” Law inquired as curiosity peeked at him, “What, your dad?”

He turned to look at you through furrowed brows, awaiting a response from you but all that he got was a small knowing smirk. Your lack of a verbal response confused Law but he wasn’t one to fall behind and the gears inside of his head started turning. As the realization set in, he found it impossible to hide the look of disappointment that washed over him. And his expression did not go unnoticed by you. 

“Ah, I see…” was the only thing Law could respond to your silence as he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, “I take it the old man's a shitty boyfriend, then.”

You turned to stare at him, “You don't know half of it, though.”

“I don't — we just met,” a corner of his mouth lifted, “But how good of a man is he if he ditches a pretty thing like you on the side of the road? While it's dark out?”

“A pretty thing like me?” you teased with a beaming smile and he shrugged his shoulders as if he just stated something obvious, “He didn't ditch me, per se… I ordered him to drop me off.”

“And he obliged?!” Law blurted out as he turned to look at you in disbelief, truly offended by your statement. “See, if I were your boyfriend–”

Tilting your head to the side, you cut him short before he could finish, “If you were my boyfriend, what?”

Law felt as if you were challenging him, the tone of your voice –perhaps– giving you away. You wanted him to be the one to break the ostensible tension between you two to make way for something imminent. You both felt it from the very second you hopped in his car. It was no use playing dumb any longer.

“If I were your boyfriend I’d never lose sight of you.”

His voice lowered a few semitones as he concluded his thoughts on you, and you noticed how his lithe fingers never ceased their drumming on the steering wheel, if anything his drumming was going even faster than before.

Feeling defeated in your own game, you exhaled deeply as you gave him a half-lidded stare.

“Stop the car,” you pronounced.

“Why? Want me to ditch you at the side of the road, too?” he snickered with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

“No, I want you to fuck me.”

The car stopped abruptly and both your bodies lunged lightly forward, the sound of brakes a little too scandalous. In no time Law’s body was fully turned to face yours.

“Didn't think you’d give in first,” he teased, a cheeky grin on his face. You rolled your eyes blank and looked intently at him, heat radiating out of your every pore.

“So…?” you leaned forward, placing your hand on his knee, rubbing circles with your thumb and looking down at his parted lips.

“Fuck your boyfriend?” Law inquired as his hand slowly started to come up to cup your cheek, his eyes never leaving the sight of your lips. He wanted to make sure you wanted him.

“Fuck my boyfriend.”

Law wasted no time in closing the distance between you to start and slide his lips sloppy style against yours, to no avail trying to cease his newly found hunger for your taste. There was no intention to slow down the pace. You needed this, as did Law; with every desperate lick of his tongue against your lips, you could feel the burden of a long and exhausting day come together with your recent altercation with your boyfriend.

Maybe it was no coincidence Law was the one to pick you up. You needed each other to blow off some steam. The timing was perfect.

Your limbs and his started to get tangled with each other, hands roaming everywhere looking for an inch of exposed skin to hold onto, to claw at. One of his large hands dropped from your face to rest on one of your exposed thighs, but he held still as he only squeezed your plushness, surely leaving a red mark. 

Emboldened, and thrilled for more, you quickly moved around to straddle his lap, determined to close the distance between your bodies. 

Pressing down your lower half against his, you both sighed at the pleasing friction of your clothed cunt against his growing bulge.

Hiding your face on his neck, you smiled to yourself as you dry-humped him. Law was now completely hard and you felt his size; of course he's fucking big.

His hands traveled down your back to settle and grip your ass, urging you to grind yourself deeper against his clothed cock. “Fuck, baby, that’s it,” he groaned and you removed your flushed face from its hiding spot on his neck, making a sinful eye contact with him, “don’t stop.”

You had no plan to stop rolling your hips against him, but you couldn’t help but want more from him. Law noticed your inner turmoil, and he grabbed at your waist to slow down the pace of your hips, intrigued by what more needs you had.

“What is it?” he managed to breathe out, smoothing your hair out with his fingers and unsticking the baby hairs that stuck themselves to your sweaty forehead.

Law awaited your answer as he brought his hand to cup your reddened cheek, his thumb tenderly caressing your lower lip as he pushed back his desire to shove it into your mouth, the prospect of your tongue swirling around it eliciting tingles to run on his lower abdomen.

You limit yourself to only stare up at him through heavy eyelids induced by a high you had missed so much. But your gaze was so sinful, that you momentarily shamed yourself as you recalled the uncharacteristic rosary you caught sight of hanging on the rearview mirror.

Tilting your head slightly to the side, you rub your cheek on Law’s big hand and give a lazy kiss to his open palm under his watchful eye.

And as if his prayers had been answered, you shove his thumb in your mouth.

"God..." Law sighed deeply and loudly –almost like a moan– at your wordless response.

You had the innate ability to say what you wanted with no need for words, the redhead would always say to you. That's what he liked most about you.

You, and your loud eyes, and your greed.

“Just use me,” he pleaded above a whisper, entranced by the discovery of your skilled tongue swirling around his thumb, giving him a preview of what you could do. But there would be none of that tonight, unbeknownst to you. Law decided that you would be seeing each other again, and as the edge-lord he’s always been, tonight would be all about you.

You stopped your sucking to catch a breath, and looked behind Law to the backseat of the car, eager to continue your activities in a more comfortable space. He caught on to what you wanted and got ahead of you. “After you”, he gestured with his head toward the backseat of his car with a display of poorly hidden degeneracy in his features, so you instantly saw through him. He wanted a free show, right?

Thanking the God’s above for having decided to wear a skirt today, you quirked an eyebrow and obliged.

You got off his lap –not without first leaving a quick peck to his lips– and moved around to make your way to the backseat, now practically on all fours. You felt your skirt ride rather high up your thighs, ass now on full display for Law’s eyes to feast on. And you failed to move forward when you felt his hand grab at one of your calves, immobilizing you. 

You looked over your shoulder and saw how he bit his lower lip and rubbed at his jaw. The sight of your lower half had struck him dumb. 

Law noticed you were so wet through your pale pink panties, and that the underwear was a little small as your pussy lips were brimming out through the seams. “Stay still.”

He needn’t say nothing more for you to do what he said and you bit your lip as you anticipated what he was about to do to you; it being better than what you originally had in mind.

You yelped at the sudden feeling of Law’s lithe fingers tracing up and down your clothed core, dampening you even more. You were holding so much back, you didn’t want to lash out just yet. You’d always been a loud moaner, and quite sensitive to the touch. Those two things came hand in hand. 

“You’re so beautiful.” His breath was dangerously close to your cunt and you were growing impatient. At last, he hooked two fingers on your panties to move them aside, now exposing yourself to him. “Ah, fuck me,” he breathed, and you heard him unbuckling his pants to start stroking himself.

Multitasking, Law continued to palm his own length as his other hand came up to resume running his fingers through your slick folds. You were seconds away from drawing blood from your lips, unsure of how long you could keep up restraining yourself. 

He kept massaging your swollen lips and he teased your entrance with his middle finger, stealing a small sob from you, “Ah, Law, please stop playing with me.”

"It speaks!" he chuckled in between moans, "don't worry darling, I'm not making you beg."

Suddenly, Law’s lips were on your pussy, giving it open-mouthed kisses and you clasped your hand on your mouth, eyes going blank. He hungrily ran his tongue between your drenched folds, and you finally lost it when he found your sensitive bud and harshly sucked at it, eliciting the loudest and most pornographic moan Law had ever heard.

He continued feasting on you, wondering how could you be so perfect and how lucky he was to have found you. He never heard such pretty moans like yours before and a feeling of jealousy nagged at him. Law was never a jealous man, but those moans belonged in his bedroom and not the "old man's". 

Your wailing only encouraged him, so he continued to work you with his tongue, the hand that was previously teasing you grabbing at the conjuncture between one of your ass cheeks and upper thigh, thrusting his tongue deeper inside of you. The wet sounds of not only your pussy but also of his hand lubed with precum as he ran it up and down his length only edged you closer. And as you climbed closer to your peak, you felt your knees begin to buckle and your body tremble. You mustered all your strength to reason with him, "Don't come yet, Law," you whimpered, "I need you inside of me."

Law retreated his hand from his dick upon hearing your voice and aimed his actions towards making you reach your high. He eat you out from behind like a starved man, and he was so impatient to hear exactly how you sound when you orgasm. 

Your breath became ragged and you clawed your nails on the leather seats, your sweet moans crescendoing. A continuous rhythm of his tongue on your clit finally made you come, and loudly so. Your moans blended perfectly together with the heavy metal music that never ceased playing from the car's speakers. Law detached his lips from your pussy with a swift bop.

You were so dizzy and your sight went black. Law noticed this and was able to catch you and place you on his lap before you gave in. There was a warm stickiness running down your thighs but you didn’t care. All you cared about was catching your breath.

“You taste so sweet,” he kissed your temple, “but you want more, right?”

He helped you reach the backseat of the car and gently placed you in a seating position, then he moved himself to sit on your side. He unbuckled and lowered his jeans along with his boxers, releasing his cock which knocked against his abdomen from how painfully hard he was, his tip red and leaking. "C'mere," Law reached out to tangle his hand on the back of your hair, pulling you in to catch your lips, letting you taste your sweet remains on him.

You kissed passionately, teeth colliding and everything. You couldn’t get enough of each other, and he wouldn’t stop pulling moans out of you. He grabbed ahold of your hips to lift you and straddle you on his lap. You broke the kiss for a moment, resting your forehead against his, "Guide me," you asked, and he grabbed your hand to guide it to his cock. You engulfed your fingers around him and stroked him a little bit, proud of the way you were making him grunt under you.

Law placed his hand on top of yours to stop your movement to now rub his dick against your pussy, teasing your entrance. 

“You don’t need to do anything.”

That was all that he said before he buried himself inside of you. You both moaned together, and you felt your skin growing impossibly hot as you slapped your hand on the rear glass.

“Just my size.” Law hissed as you lowered yourself on his cock, but you didn’t have that much strength on you anymore because of how strong your previous orgasm had hit you, and he noticed this. 

To your surprise –or maybe not– he grabbed at your hips and started to lift you up and down his cock; you were marvelled by how physically strong he was to be able to do that because you were practically a dead weight by now. 

You hugged his head and he seized the opportunity to suck on your tits as he continued to use you to reach his high, but the friction of his pelvis against your clit made you realize you were back in the game and ready to get hit with another orgasm. “Whatever you do, don’t stop,” you sighed in his ear, and you felt him nod.

A chain of "fuck's" moved past Law's lips as he kept thrusting roughly inside of your tight walls. You came sooner than you thought you would so you involuntarily clenched your walls even tighter around him, action which made him come almost at the same time as you, spilling everything inside of you. Moaning loudly, his body quivered under you, and he hugged you tight by your waist as if he were trying to hold on to dear life.

The thick, sex-filled air inside of the car slowly started to dissipate as you both began to breath evenly and came down from your high.

“So,” you began as Law unwrapped his strong arms from around your waist to look at you, “you taking me home now?” you teased with a drunken, after-sex smile. 

“Fuck no,” he spat, indignant. “You’re not going back to that old man of yours. You’re coming back to my place. And I’m gonna pull one more orgasm out of you.”

You smiled. That wasn’t such a bad idea, right?

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