#Sinful

[nanamis-bigtie]

bonus voting rounds for lucid love

the event of lucid love was finished together with kinktober but you wanted to see the remaining prompts & to vote for your favorite ones. so - here they are!

there are 5 votings, votings 1-3 focused on BDSM and votings 4 & 5 focused on fetish. votings 2-5 will be included in reblogs and linked here as well, for those who don't like to dig in notes ❤

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[nekomacheercaptain]

Day 5: Forced proximity

This is my first time writing for Zoro…

Zoro thought it would be fun to go on a hike in the snowy mountains, saying something about "needing firewood". You, for some reason, didn't question him when he took the lead?? Oh no... what are two people supposed to do to keep warm when they are lost in the cold?

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x fem! reader

Rating: explicit mature content (18+), NSFW

Word count: 2,1K

Content: female reader, forced proximity, oral sex (fem! receiving), very tiny bit of nipple play, slight body worship

"Remind me why I let you lead?"

Zoro shrugged his shoulders, "'Cause I know where we're going."

You looked down at the snow only to see another set of identical footprints, "...Really?"

"Yeah," the swordsman kept walking, not detecting the question in your voice.

This had been an entirely avoidable situation, and to make it worse, it was getting dark and there didn’t appear to be a shelter anywhere, only the two of you surrounded by snow and a mountain, “…and where are we going?”

Zoro grumbled in response, “To the ship.”

“I know the Sunny has a tendency to stray, but I can’t really see any water nearby,” you grumbled back, the cold freezing your normally cheerier attitude.

Zoro merely looked over his shoulder, giving you a small side-eye as he walked, his hand relaxing on the handle of his sword. You decided silence was for the better until you would at least got some heat back into your body, feeling the cold starting to bite at your face.

Collecting branches as you went a while longer, you noticed a crack in the mountain wall, pushing a reluctant (only for show) Zoro towards it saying you finally found some sanctuary, the Sunny and proper sleep be damned. Zoro was glad for some respite too, but remained silent. The crack proved to be more of a cave, not too deep so you knew there weren’t any animals occupying the shadows, and just deep enough that snow didn’t reach all the way in, providing a dry ground to lie on. Zoro wasted no time in proving that, heavy body on the ground with his hands resting under his head.

“No complaints from you, then,” you chuckled before kneeling beside him, making quick work of the branches and magically getting a small fire going. Trying with all your might to ignore the smell of smoke filling the small cave, you looked to Zoro, seeing him already somehow comfortable, while the cold was still deep in your body. The tiny little campfire wasn’t enough to warm you up like you needed to, so it couldn’t be too wrong to ask your dear crewmate if he could share some of his body heat with you? Although, it was a request you had never made before.

“Zoro?”

A small hum came from him, his eye closed.

“I’m cold.”

Without even missing a beat, Zoro offered an arm and opening his coat, waiting for you to lay down at his side. He was used to being somewhat of a heater for the crew; and though he didn’t show it, he was delighted it was finally your turn. Yet, when all you did was lay flat on your back with just his arm as a pillow, the swordsman couldn’t help but look at you, his deep voice catching you off guard, “Not getting any warmer like that, are you?”

“….Not really, no,” at your response Zoro wrapped his arm around you to push you closer, your frame now glued to his side, his hand resting on your arm. And you sighed at how lovely it felt being so close to him, one of your hands laying on his abdomen - the placement making you feel almost needy. Small shivers born from excitement shot down your spine when you could feel the firm muscles hidden beneath his shirt, and your body started heating up, an ache forming in your core. And nothing had even happened.

You tried to close your eyes to force some sleep upon your exhausted body, but as you very well knew, once the ache start, it’d damn near impossible to get rid of. And having Zoro so near and so close… and so warm and damn muscular… your imagination ran wild with all the places one possibly could let your hands roam on a body, and what places the swordsman would enjoy feeling you. Better yet, what places he could touch you, and not limiting his resources to his hands - he had a more than capable mouth on him, accompanied by a tongue. Oh, he would get creative, wouldn’t he? His jaw had to be strong, if he could carry a heavy sword with it, what else could he slobber up with-

“Gonna stare all night?”

Apparently you had been too immersed in your thoughts to notice how you had been down right ogling him, and he gave you a small smirk, “Don’t stop on my account, seems like you were enjoying yourself.”

“Well, uh… there isn’t much else to do in a cave,” you laugh lowly, “have to find some form of entertainment, y’know?”

He quirked a brow at that, smirk growing, “Oh?”

And shit. The same damn smile and tone whenever you agree to spar with him; however, his eyes held an unfamiliar passion… no, hunger you hadn’t observed on him before. Before you could question him, Zoro had you trapped beneath him, his knees resting just beneath your rear, your legs slung over his hips.

“Getting restless with me, pretty girl?” Zoro teased down at your bewildered expression, “Didn’t know you found me so boring.”

His eye was half-lidded, full of desire, and having Zoro look down at you like that made the dull ache between your legs transform into a pulse, suddenly unbearable. And from the unexpected situation you found yourself in, your voice was small as you took in the sight of him, “Could never find you boring…”

Zoro hummed at that and leaned down, teasing you with how his lips were oh so close to yours, “Want something, sweetheart?”

He was relishing how easy it was to fluster you, glad you weren’t stopping his advances. And yet, he liked how fun it was to tease you. To see how your eyes flickered to his eyes for mercy, to his lips for passion, and down in impatience, your hands gripping his coat like it would vanish at your touch, “Zoro…”

“Hm?” he let out a small sound, humor clear in his gaze, “That’s not much of an answer.”

One of his hands cupped your cheek and you leaned your weight into his calloused palm, sighing loudly at his touch, excitement bubbling inside you at the otherwise wholesome contact, “I want you, Zoro… isn’t that obvious? Haven’t it been obvious for so long?”

If your confession surprised him, he didn’t let it show, instead he tilted your head, your breaths mixing and hot on your cheeks. Your eyes locked with his, his thumb softly caressing your bottom lip while he pressed his body tightly against yours, like it could never be close enough. And for someone who was wearing three layers more than he wanted, Zoro would probably want nothing more than to get rid of every- and anything separating you. And with a weak tug at his coat, Zoro chuckled before enveloping his lips with yours.

As his lips moved softly against your own, his musky scent filled your senses, making your mind foggy with desire for him. One that had been harboring and suppressed for so long finally escaped, making you unable to hold back the moans just from kissing him, your back arching off the ground to meet him better, moaning when his tongue swiped over your lips, eager to taste more of you.

“So needy, huh?” Zoro teased with a grunt into your lips, his hips grinding softly into yours, adoring the noises you were making for him. His hands fumbled with your coat and when you noticed, you joined in on it too, wanting to feel his touch on your bare skin, wanting him so impossibly near he could melt into you.

When enough skin was exposed, Zoro broke the kiss, both of you panting before he trailed kisses down your jaw, before continuing down your neck, helping you get your arms out of the coat. His warm tongue and eager lips sucked and licked on your skin while grunting, groaning as he humped softly against you, his bulge pressing deliciously against your still clothed cunt.

“Fuck, Zoro,” you gasped, hands brushing his short hair.

“Yeah, sweetheart? That feel good?” Zoro murmured into your neck, his hands pulling off your shirt, before his lips were attached to the slope of your breasts, pressing hungry kisses against your skin while taking struggling with the clasp of your bra.

You breathed out a small laugh, arching your back to help him, sighing when he finally got it off before you moaned loudly as his lips and hands worshipped your breasts, changing between suckling and palming them. You rarely saw Zoro so eager and curious, but each new reveal of skin, Zoro seemed to fall into an abyss of pleasure - gaining satisfaction just from touching you. He was also playful, his teeth lightly tugging at your nipple just to see and hear your reaction, growling lightly as your sounds met his ears.

When his hands reached your pants, Zoro leaned a little back on his heels, looking at you intently as he started unfastening them, looking at every single inch of newly revealed skin - planting a small kiss on the inside of your thigh while pulling your pants off completely.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against your leg as he trailed his kisses, “been driving me mad…”

Zoro folded you in half, ignoring the throbbing in his knees from pressing into the ground, an almost wicked grin on his face as he eyed your underwear slick with arousal, “Such a dirty girl.”

Zoro licked at the wet spot, inhaling the smell of you, just as he had wanted to for so long. You moaned loudly, bucking your hip in instinct, hands finding his hair once more to tug at what you could. Zoro continued to work his tongue and lips against the cloth, stimulating your needy cunt enough to feel the pressure build inside you. Zoro hummed and chuckled against you, his chin glistening when he departed, “Fuck, you taste so good, sweetheart, and absolutely drenched for me.”

Zoro was drunk on lust, the taste of you better than any sake or drink in the world, any drop he could lick from you like pure nectar he was already getting addicted to. His fingers hooked themselves on the band of your panties, pulling them off while slobbering kisses on your thighs just close enough where you actually wanted him, making you whine his name and tug at his green strands. And not before your panties were thrown to the ground with an almost embarrassing slap due to being so drenched, Zoro didn’t give you a chance to breathe as he devoured you whole - his tongue flicking over your clit while his fingers played with your folds and teasing your entrance.

Writhing against your coat, you were whining and moaning at the sensations, adoring how his lips and tongue could barely decide how to worship you, switching between laying his tongue flat while licking through your folds, or using the tip of his tongue to tease, playing with patterns, before suckling and kissing on your folds, his thumb circling your sensitive nub. With Zoro experimenting with your pleasure, you wondered who was actually annoying themselves more; you or Zoro, him letting out just as many sounds of enjoyment as you were. Yet, when you felt yourself getting close to the edge, you were desperate for more, for everything that Zoro could give you.

“Please, Zoro,” you whined loudly, sweat starting to cover your body, “I-I’m getting close!”

Zoro gave no response, but plunged a finger into you without remorse, humming and grunting when you moaned as your walls contracted around him, continuing to kiss and suckle on your cunt, his tongue relentless on your clit, leaving your legs shaking as you neared your peak.

With each passing second you grew more sensitive, writhing and thrashing beneath his strong grasp as he forced the pleasure on you, adding another finger that reached and stretched so far you could only cry at the pleasure, feeling a string threaten to snap in your core at all the things Zoro was making you feel. His name was just pathetic blabbering rolling off your tongue as you were dazed in pleasure, yet his name had never sounded better.

Zoro continued the near-assault on your sensitive cunt until he felt your body shake and your walls pulse uncontrollably around him, your moans and scream silent as your orgasm washed over you, Zoro slowing down his movements to help you through the intense pleasure, groaning at the deathgrip you had on his hair. When you fell limp, Zoro’s mouth and fingers left you with a wet sound, before he dressed you well enough to lay you on his chest, his coat wrapped around you.

Getting lost wasn’t all that bad after all… getting back to the ship could wait until morning.

Note: As I said, this is my first time writing for Zoro, I'm sorry if he's very ooc.... Also I'm doing VERY shit kinktober this year and I'm so sad about it FUCK... Anyways, thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed it! If you want to join my taglist, you can find it here! Dividers by @/benkeibear

[disciplesofhim]

Any law made can't make up for any bad things that still happen!

[pommepaloma]

It’s the highest badge of honor as a lesbian that I can give a character : drawing them as a sexy woman

She’s reaching for Omega btw 🖤

[galehowl]

oh worm

[aidigitalfun]

My soul is wicked and flesh of mine is weak…

[suckmysourgrapes]

[nanamis-bigtie]

more than friends

↬ megumi x afab!reader | lucid love ↬ lucid love masterlist // jjk masterlist // ao3 version

cw: smut, reader has a vagina (no excessive body descriptions), aged-up character, piv sex, creampie, friends to lovers, there was only one bed, mutual pinning, bottom reader, reader is a sorcerer summary: you've known megumi since you were kids, so the enforced stay in a single room with double futon doesn't seem much of a problem. however the proximity has exposed feelings that have been meticulously hidden for years word count: 2k a/n: higuruma was my favorite of the three options but i've enjoyed writing this so, so much. please forgive me those little painful details ^^" please, look out for next voting soon! we're finally leaving the vanilla sphere! tag list: @thesacredfanfics

Futon in your bedroom is spacious even for a double standard but you still somehow ended up squeezed on one—yours—side. Enveloped by the duvet from the top and him from what seems all sides at once, you arouse in seconds. It's too hot for your comfort but you know better than trying to sneak any part of your body outside; fall in the mountains put you through it already and it was still light when you reached the ryokan, at night it can be only colder and worse than any inconvenience and awkwardness crawling under your skin once you fully realize the situation you've fallen into.

Megumi sneaked himself close, his torso flush to your back, crevices of your bodies filling each other with embarrassing perfection. One arm thrown above your head, the other wrapped around your middle, fingers looking for warmth under the hem of your t-shirt, he's cradling his face into the nape of your neck. You can feel his hot breath under your ear, soft and barely audible but deep, filling his chest to the brim as it bears down on you with each draft.

He's not holding you tight but when, in initial shock, you try to shake him off, he clamps the grip until you stop squirming. You're allowed to breathe free again, but he throws one leg over yours for a good measure. You could turn around, you assume, but you're definitely not going anywhere without waking him up first.

"It's not a big deal," Megumi said himself a few hours earlier when the owner of the ryokan apologized in the politest words for the lack of free single rooms. It wasn't a spacious inn in the first place and now, with the main road destroyed by flash flooding, you weren't the only ones looking for last minute shelter.

You didn't protest, hungry, soaking wet and tired. It was a long day, already a pain in the ass before the rain had grown in intensity, as if gods decided to sink the cursed site you two had been called for. You crawled to the local hotel on your last legs, determined to stay in the worst conditions possible, as long as you were given a warm bath and a cup of hot tea.

It wasn't a big deal indeed. Megumi wasn't just a coworker, he was a friend you've known for years, even before you both entered high school. There was even time when he was considered a perfect candidate for your husband—a source of never-ending jokes and teasing from Gojo-sensei—but the project collapsed with the old system of great jujutsu families, and your strong yet relentlessly platonic relationship continued to bloom without the burden of tradition. The label of "lovebirds" clung to you for good, like a ghost of your late teacher cackling over your heads, survived even the graduation and intense focus on your careers for the few years to come. Now both first grades, you haven't been seeing each other much outside occasional contact at work, but nearly intimate closeness remained intact.

As if not a single second has been lost between you.

There was no trace of embarrassment as you shed your clothes to the more or less dry layer. Megumi didn't even blink when you asked him to dry your hair after a shower, your hands didn't budge when you were putting moisturizer on his facial scars as he was already drifting away while still sitting. You crawled on the futon at the same time, with a safe and respectful distance between you, and fell asleep in no time.

But now, a few hours later, a certain border has been crossed, leaving you nearly breathless in front of the horde of possibilities you've had no idea they're within your reach.

It's...somewhat terrifying how, once initial shock has faded, comfortable Megumi's arms feel around you. His touch is not alien to you, but he's never been one to relish in physical contact, yet with just a friend. It has no right to be so familiar and safe. It has no right to open your heart like a barely scabbed wound and soak you with yearning and hunger. You can't complain about lack of physical pleasure, you haven't tasted enough loneliness to be desperate for any kind of bodily warmth next to you. Yet, you're trembling, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, and when his hold loosens a little and he rolls to his back, painful spasm runs through you, almost dragging a sob out of you.

You follow his move, now embracing him yourself and nestling between his side and the arm that remained close to you. Megumi takes a deeper breath, immediately scoops you close and hums, as if with approval, when you slot your head on his chest. You can hear—feel—his heartbeat, calm and welcoming, so recognizable even if it's the first time you can witness it from so close.

Rains have ceased, almost full moon pours silver light through the uncovered windows. You can see every crevice of his appearance and the sight takes you a little aback. It's Megumi, without a doubt, but not until now you pondered how much he changed. How long has it been already? His face lost the last remains of androgynous subtlety, his cheeks covered by harsh two-day scruff and his worry lines much deeper when he frowns, your gentle touch ticklish. You trace every single one of them, trace the scars around his eye, trace his jaw, square and manly, dear gods, when has this boy, so pretty that the girls at school constantly bickered behind his back, turned into a man?

When all this time flew over your heads? Next year, the both of you will grow older than Gojo-sensei.

Only his eyelashes remained exactly the same, throwing shadows under his eyes and filling you with jealousy for their length and thickness. You can't help but brush them with a thumb, once, twice, until his eyelids crack open, and he looks straight at you.

"For how long will you keep fondling me?" Heavy with sleep, Megumi's voice is low and coarse, filling you with need both well-known and alien. You have never felt anything like that for him (well, have you really?), and there's a shadow of anxiety behind it—but you can't bring yourself to take your hands off him.

Silence between you is thick like tar but not uncomfortable, rather cautious as you both ponder over the next move, equally unwilling to part your ways. Megumi breaks first when his hand, rather accidentally, brushes yours after he's wiped sleepiness off his face, "Well, I haven't told you to stop."

Duvet falls off your shoulders as you climb his lap, straddling him comfortably and letting the moonlight soak your figure. Megumi inhales deep and sharp under you, his hands finding your hips in no time and nestling you right over the undeniably growing hardness in his boxers. You both ignore it for now, drunk with the sights alone, rediscovering each other from this new, the most intimate angle. He lets you slide his undershirt under his chin, groans deep and low when you squeeze his pecs, soft against your palms with their size. He's always been rather slim, but he's gained serious musculature over the years, still not the biggest guy you've seen around, but so different from Megumi that's somehow, despite everything, stuck in your head for years.

You find more and more distinctions as you explore him further south. Soft hair grazes your skin especially down his navel, a trail leading you to the edge of his boxers and prompting you to peel them away. He mewls, relieved, when you do so, his erection springing free. It fits in your hand just right, leaking for you even before you give him a proper stroke. He must have been humping against you in sleep, his bulge a detail you've missed in the haze of different feelings and sensations, and he's enjoying the sweet relief now, his chest and abs twitching for you in pleasure.

The first itching wave washes over you too and you reach between your legs just to find your underwear to be soaked. You're ready so easily and fast it's almost embarrassing, especially under the weight of his gaze, attentive despite sleepiness lingering in its corners, fixed on thin threads of your arousal glistening between your fingers in the silver light.

"Come here," he mutters, nails sinking in the softness of your ass as he desperately tries to close the last inches of distance between you two.

You follow eagerly, biting on a moan as if your dignity depended on it when his tip slides between your folds. You haven't prepared yourself thoroughly but from what you felt in your hand you assess he shouldn't be a problem. 

You impale yourself in one, smooth move, both of you groaning in pleasure and release, finally sating the hunger neither of you knew it's lingering in you.

Megumi lets go of your hips to lift himself to sitting, wraps arms around your back and pulls you into him so suddenly it yanks air out of your lungs. You return the proximity with your legs around him, ankles crossed behind him to sway yourself steady. The rhythm is lazy, as deep as slow, barely earning some friction for the both of you. Sometimes, his hips thrust up, grazing your core just right and having you mewl in pleasure; every time he hushes you up with slow kisses peppered down your jaw and neck.

His hair is as soft as you remember but his scent is sharper, so manly and mixed with the complimentary shower gel from the ryokan's bathroom. Young Megumi always smelled black coffee to you for some reason and there's still a tinge of it lingering at the back of each breath you take off him. Face hidden against his neck, you soak yourself in nostalgia and novelty alike, surrendering to his touch, greedily wandering along your body. He doesn't spare an inch of it, catching up for years of self-imposed neglect, at times even rough, when he can't stop himself and steals another thrust deep into you, his manly, deep voice breaking when you clench around him.

"I'm gonna cum if you keep doing this," he reminds you of no barrier of protection between you—but you don't care and don't want to think of separating from him for even a second. You've waited for this for too long, it feels so good to finally find a place in his arms, a place that has waited for you since the first time your eyes met with a different intention than a mere look.

You want him to fill you up, you want to feel everything so deep, almost reaching your cervix, and you don't stop even after you reach your peak first, swaying your hips with the same eagerness even if your strength starts to fade away.

Megumi holds you close through it, his arms around you so strong and tight you feel his touch deep in your bones, and finally gives in to pleasure too, fulfilling your untold wish to the last drop.

Your moves slow down and cease naturally, you catch your breaths, snuggled into each other. Megumi's shoulders shake, be it pleasure or tears, and his hands slowly slip down your sweaty back, until he finds your hips—and suddenly sways forward, until you're flat on the futon again, your legs over you, embracing his middle when he finds a new comfortable spot, deep inside and right on top of you.

"More." His voice breaks into begging and he starts to thrust into you without waiting for your answer, with the power of the whole weight his body offers. "Don't let go. Please. I need you more."

"I'm not letting you go," you promise—and you keep it, through this round, and for a few next to come, until the sun replaces the moon and finds your naked, sweaty bodies, entangled with each other in the middle of the only futon left in the last free ryokan in those mountains.

[nekomacheercaptain]

Day 1: Voyeurism

Doflamingo utilizes his resources well to gain power and establish partnerships. So when a potential businesspartner shows interest in you, Doflamingo sees an easy opening. He's even kind enough to let his brother have some fun when the businesspartner admits he's a watcher.

Pairing: Donquixote “Corazon” Rosinante x plus-sized fem! reader

Rating: explicit mature content (18+), NSFW

Word count: 6,7 K

Content: female reader, body description (reader is plus-sized with big boobs), power dynamic, slight dubcon, consensual voyeurism, unprotected sex, fingering, immense size difference, mentions of reader also having a sexual relationship with Doflamingo, Corazon smells like fruit because I hc him as loving oranges and other citrus fruits.

Meetings were a formality you often hoped Doflamingo would allow you to skip. Yet, in meetings where rich men could brag about their money and pay some “low-life” pirates to do their dirty work, your captain knew better than to have you walking around with the kids. And you cursed him out as much as you could in your mind.

Dirty eyes and a smirk looked you up and down, causing you to frown and narrow your eyes while covering yourself with your jacket. The man scoffed before turning his attention back to Doflamingo, who had seen his potential business partner check you out. An opportunity.

“I see you’re interested in more than just the cooperation I’m offering,” he snickered, stealing a glance at you, who froze at his words. Suddenly all attention was on you, including the man you had just frowned upon. Shit.

“That interest may have proven to be false,” the man spoke loudly with a nasal voice, trying to seem unaffected by your actions. Doflamingo quirked a brow, looking at you directly, a small smile painted on his lips.

“Oh? How so?”

“She seems like a rude one, she can’t even appreciate a man’s admiration,” the man scoffed, and it took everything in you not to roll your eyes. 

“That doesn’t sound like my y/n,” Doflamingo laughed and you felt a weird sensation dominating your body, pulling you towards him involuntarily, “you must’ve caught her on a bad day.”

“Isn’t that right, doll?” he asked you once you had reached the spot beside his chair, before pulling you onto his lap, your legs spread over his thighs with your back against his chest. You had no time to be mortified about your skirt hiking up as his hand cupped your chin, forcing you to look at the man whose eyes had grown dark.

“And you are so sorry for being rude, aren’t you?” his hand slid down your throat and you felt something sharp connecting from his palm to his finger. A string?

You nodded while looking at the man with the most sincere sad eyes you could manage to fake, wanting to puke when he smirked back at you, “Yes, please forgive my rudeness.”

The string disappeared with your words, and the man leaned back in his chair satisfied, “So she can be well-behaved after all.”

Doflamingo tipped your face backward to look up at him, meeting the reflection of yourself in his glasses, “She knows when to be obedient.”

“I’ll say, the deal is on if you allow me her for the evening,” the man offered and your blood froze, the only thing keeping you grounded being the laughter rumbling through Doflamingo’s chest, vibrating against your back.

“Fine with me,” Doflamingo chuckled, using his free hand to pull down the edges of your skirt before it rested on your thigh, knowing the man and everyone else in the room were watching intently.

“I do, however, expect one of your men to join her as company,” this caused several of your crewmembers, excluding your captain, to give him a puzzled look, waiting for him to elaborate, “I’m more of a watcher, you see.”

A small chime of collective ahs of understanding went through the air, and Doflamingo let go of your chin only to stroke his thumb over your bottom lip. But not pressing it any further. Doflamingo did have a way of knowing people, using his experience wisely.

He grinned at his new business partner, “Then she’s yours for the night, accompanied by my most trusted man.”

Your gaze followed your captain’s next words, locking eyes with the one who seemed to use every opportunity possible to get rid of you.

“Why don’t you have some fun, Corazon?”

Of all people you were suddenly forced to have sex with, in front of a stranger as well to top it off… it had to be him. He hadn’t given much of a reaction other than a quirked brow before he nodded at the sudden assignment, and it pissed you off. To make it even worse, you had to walk to a decided hotel for your stupid arrangement, something that proved to be hard for a walking fire-hazard freak accident waiting to happen. He had fallen an innumerable amount of times before you reached your destination and set his coat aflame enough that the smell of burned feathers was sure to be embedded in your brain. You took it as a blessing you hated being late, happy you started walking 30 minutes before you needed to. And with Corazon dragging out the time with his accidents, you showed up just in time. You were kind of grateful for the surprise breaks, feeling a chafe between your thighs from wearing a skirt the whole day and then a dress.

The hotel was more luxurious than anything you had set afoot in ages, and you wondered what kind of man your captain had made as a business partner. Pirates would have no chance to afford nor be welcomed to such a place. A piccolo guided you to the suite you were expected and gaped when Corazon hit his head in the doorframe with a loud thud. Once you were behind private doors, you were met with the man from earlier, wearing only a black robe with golden edges as he held a glass of champagne in his hand while sitting in a fancy armchair. And judging from the way his glass was the only one in the room, you knew he wasn’t planning on sharing.

“I had doubts about you turning up, worried that you might show that unpleasant side of yours again,” the man snickered before taking a small sip from the glass, tearing off your clothes with his eyes.

“I can’t say no to my captain’s orders, can I?” you forced a smile, “We have to please our dear partners.”

The glass was set on the table next to him with a small clink as he grinned, “You’re right, doll, if you don’t do as I wish I’ll make sure your captain hears about it.”

Your eye almost twitched, but you forced a small laugh, “Well that won’t be necessary, sir, I am quite the people-pleaser, you see, despite our earlier interaction”.

Corazon stood, as he usually did, quietly behind you, observing how the man ate you up with his eyes, swearing he could see drool gather at the corners of his mouth as he bit his lip.

“Sir,” he leaned back, sinking deeper into the seat with a groan, “you are going to keep calling me that, sweetheart.”

Got him. 

“As you wish, sir,” you noted that he was easy to please, his hand immediately flying to palm himself over his robe.

There was a small pause before he talked again, his breath shaky, “Strip for me.”

He commanded with a curl of his finger towards himself. And like a good and loyal subordinate, you sat down the small bag you had brought before stalking towards slowly, throwing off your coat to reveal the long black dress Doflamingo had bought you. Just one of many enough to fill an entire wardrobe. Shivers spiked through your body at the thought of Doflamingo planning more of this. 

The dress had two slits, each placed at your hips, revealing the folds caused by your stomach. Thin spaghetti straps were the only things supporting your heavy breasts as they barely stayed inside the deep v-shape of the dress top. The man started heaving for his breath at the sight, palming himself harder as you walked towards him, breasts bouncing rhythmically in the thin, revealing fabric, the fat of your stomach, thighs, and hips jiggling with each strut. 

If you could witness your crewmate’s reaction, you would first have seen him mistake the command for both of you, his feather coat pooling behind him on the floor. After realizing his mistake, his eyes widened and chest rose and fell rapidly after your soft back filled with squishy rolls was exposed, giving him full view of the way your ass and hips recoiled at each step, addicted to the way your hips swayed. Corazon normally looked away whenever his mind started analyzing your features, eyesspending time roaming since every curve of your body was enthralling. Corazon allowed himself to indulge in the view for once.

Once you reached the man’s desired destination, he commanded you down to your knees between his legs, his hand grasping your chin in a firm hold, squeezing your cheeks.

“You’re protected, I suppose?” 

You looked up at him through your lashes before you nodded, pushing your breasts together by your arms, “Yes, sir.”

He licked his bottom lip at your response, “As expected of a pirate.”

He released his hold on you before directing his words to the company he had demanded you bring, “I was informed you’re mute, is that right?”

Corazon nodded, and the man chuckled, his eyes returning to you below him, “Very well, then I expect you to be vocal, sweetheart, can you do that?”

A playful grin decorated your lips, “Isn’t the goal to make me speechless, sir?”

Corazon almost choked at your response, but kept calm as the man laughed. “Oh this version of you I like much better!” he smirked, reaching for his glass to take a long sip while eyeing you before continuing his fantasy.

“You sit,” he pointed at Corazon and then to the bed further into the room, “with her against your back, legs spread wide just like earlier.”

Corazon followed the command, picking you up easily to carry you with him. You shrieked at the sudden manhandling, feeling small and weightless, but managed to keep your words of protest in.

“Oh my, Joker made sure to bring a strong one for you, doll!” the man laughed, but you couldn’t help feeling a surge of excitement at how easily you were handled by the heart executive.

Corazon sat down, and perhaps it was because he held you, but he managed to do so without falling. He carefully and delicately placed you on his lap, and although you already knew he was big, sitting on him and seeing his hands envelop your thighs so easily while spreading them made you see him in an entirely new light. Corazon handled you a lot softer than his brother did, you found yourself thinking, being used to seeing him so rough and violent on missions, and uncaring towards you. Aggressive even, like he wanted to get rid of you like he did the kids. Feeling his hands soothe down your thighs and rub over your doughy flesh, you tried to fall more at ease against him, knowing you couldn’t be tense in this situation. You knew very well what you needed to do, and how to do it. But doing it with someone you didn’t trust? It was already wrecking your nerves. But you put up the best facade you could, smiling at the man while arching your back off of Corazon to accentuate your breasts, making him sigh loudly.

“Fuck, what a body, I love big girls,” his eyes slowly traced each inch of you, drooling over how soft your stomach looked in your dress, and how juicy your thighs looked pressed against the giant you sat on, “don’t you?”

The man nodded up at Corazon, and while you couldn’t see his response since you chose to focus on the boss of the night, you assumed Corazon agreed based on the man’s chuckle.

“They’re so beautiful, aren’t they? So much to grab, kiss, lick - so much to jiggle and bounce, and that’s not even mentioning the recoil of their ass when you fuck them,” the man had pulled his dick out by the middle of his sentence, and started pumping himself by the end while staring into your eyes. You wanted to cringe, but couldn’t.

And this time you knew Corazon’s response; it grew against your rear and lower back, causing your cheeks to burn. Was it because he was into larger women, or was it because of you sitting in his lap?

“Move the dress, let me see that cute little pussy she’s hiding from us”

*‘No panties’

Doflamingo had clicked his tongue when he saw the panties revealed by the slits, pulling them off for you before sending you and his younger brother on your merry way.

So the man had noticed right away you were bare? 

Your ears reacted to a small sound from above, and it couldn’t have been anything other than a gulp. Was he nervous? No, he couldn’t be, he had his fair share of experience, surely?

Corazon’s long, slender, and calloused fingers from years of fighting and accidents slid down your skin beneath the dress, before cold air met your inner thighs and cunt as he slung the dress over one of your hips.

“Fuck, so perfect,” the man groaned as he pumped himself faster at the sight, and Corazon’s right hand acted on its own accord while the other pressed against your stomach to push you back against his chest. His fingers brushed over your clit, a small shock shooting through your body, before rubbing between your folds as you sighed at his touch.

“Can’t wait to cum around his fingers, can you, doll?” the man teased from several meters away, looking at you with heavy-lidded eyes, “Bet you’ve never been with a guy his size before.”

Were you supposed to correct him about the statement? Or play along with his fantasy? He surely must’ve connected the dots when Doflamingo pulled you onto his lap just hours earlier?

“Talk, doll, let us know your thoughts.”

You looked at him with dark eyes and furrowed brows as Corazon’s fingers got more eager as they teased you, and his free hand groped your breasts over the dress. You put on a small act.

“I-I want to feel his fingers inside me,” you moaned out, not missing the way your crewmate twitched against you, “they’re so big, I need to feel them, please, Corazon!”

The man fisted his cock aggressively as he drank in your words, and you helped out by grinding against Corazon’s fingers, ripping out a small groan when you pressed hard against his length. The feeling it created in your core shook you, never imagining Corazon could somehow turn you on. You repeated the movement just to hear a deep grunt fall from him, a surge of arousal crashing through your body. His sounds were so deep and guttural, creating a raw, deep desire completely unfamiliar to you.

Corazon toyed with your folds before inching a finger towards your entrance, teasing you before slowly inserting it into your slick cunt, causing you to moan. A real moan. His digit alone stretched you out in ways you were unable to on your own, his sheer size once again shocking you as his head hovered well above yours taking in the view of your smaller frame against him.

“My, you’re such a big guy, look at how she’s enjoying herself already,” the man’s voice was slurred as the words barely met your ears, too occupied accommodating Corazon’s finger moving against your ribbed walls. 

“Oh fuck,” your moan came out as a shuddered whisper, your head falling against his chest at the intrusion while one of your hands grabbed at his forearm, feeling his muscles move and tense beneath his shirt. That stupid, goofy shirt that had no business being worn by a criminal. That silly, ugly shirt that reeked of him, the smell of nicotine and- and something sweet.. like fruit. What kind was hard to decipher, especially with your brain melting. A scent you had never noticed before, as his smoking habit always kept you at least a mile away. But now it filled your senses, burrowing into your mind, tainting it - knowing whenever you would be in the vicinity of fruit or smoke, you would be haunted by the memory of Corazon stretching you out.

You made the mistake of looking down at his hand, seeing him add another finger that pumped in and out of your sex, making moans drip from your lips.

“Cora…” you whimpered. It was the first time you had ever used his nickname, and even if it was due to breathlessness, his energy shifted. The hand playing with your breasts pulled the straps down your shoulders completely. Exposing them before his massive palm pressed against one, toying with you like he was unsure of what to actually do. Before he gave you any time to ponder over the thought, his other fingers curled in search of your sweet spot and it had you choking on your moans while writhing on his lap. The friction against his length ripped shallow, strained groans from him, before his hand cupped your face from below and forced you to look up at him. Dark, rusty eyes flickered down to your lips before finally meeting your gaze, just looking at your contorted face while abusing the sweet spot inside you. 

“Shit!” you whined loudly, pleasure clouding your mind, Corazon suddenly the only thing that mattered as you noticed how pretty his eyes were. They were actually pretty, describing them as rusty didn’t do them justice. They reminded you of fall - ironic, considering the man. When leaves fell and blazed with autumn; gold, red, and auburn painting the ground like a hued carpet crunching under your feet.

Corazon’s lips were parted with heavy breaths as his intense gaze lingered, examining your features; your glazed eyes clouded with lust, mouth hanging open as songs of pleasure spilled past your lips, your heavy breasts in his grasp, and his fingers pumping into your sopping cunt. His attention flickered to your lips, and before realizing it, he turned your face softly to capture them in a hungry kiss, forgetting about the immense size difference. Lips completely engulfing you, you groaned loudly before sighing, eyes shut as you welcomed the warmth he offered. Ignoring the sour taste and smell of nicotine, you rolled your hips against his hand, moaning loudly into the kiss with a cry of his codename.

Your ears were selectively sealed off from the guest in the room, so whether it was his command or Corazon’s own judgment that forced you to yelp at the sudden emptiness inside you or chasing the painted set of lips, you didn’t know as you were facing the giant, gasping when your cunt met his clothed bulge. His massive palms rested against your back, one dangerously near to cupping your ass as he tried to feel the rolls on your back, your soft flesh allowing his fingers to sink into your skin. Craning your neck to look up at him, you noticed his lipstick was smeared around his lips and cheeks and wondered what kind of mess was lingering on your own face. Not before feeling yourself get warm at the thought, you didn’t care to analyze whether it was from embarrassment or arousal.

For once the silence that usually unsettled you felt like a space only for the two of you as his eyes found yours once more, the resilience that had once colored them gone as he looked at you, giving you a sense of safety. If it weren’t for your juices drenching his pants, you would’ve scoffed at the mere idea of it. You noticed the familiar feeling of being dwarfed, your hands ridiculously small against his abdomen as you traced them over his shirt, feeling his warm skin beneath.

“I’ve always hated this shirt,” you muttered, your words losing their meaning when you inhaled his smell, noticing the fruity scent overpowering the smoke, not able to hold back a small smirk, “it’s time to take it off, you’d look much better without it, don’t you think?”

His eyes widened for just a moment before you felt his hands move, and you clicked your tongue, “We don’t need an accident to happen.”

Your hands guided his own to your hips to completely discard your own dress, before tugging softly at the buttons of his shirt, “After all, how rude of me is it to make you undress both of us?”

You saw his eyes wander down to your tits, enchanted at how they jiggled with each pop of his buttons. His grasp tightened on your hips, and a small twitch could be felt beneath you, his face reddening. And you wanted to laugh at how different he was from his brother; but that would be cruel, considering how shameless Doflamingo was, while Corazon preferred to keep his privacy.

“You’re so hard for me, Cora,” you smiled playfully, reminding him of a minx where you ground softly against him, ripping open his shirt when the last button was finally undone, “I never thought you’d be this easy to unravel.”

You kept your voice seductive even when you mapped out all the scars littering his body, ignoring the small ache filling your heart. Instead, you raised your hips, raking your nails down his skin before following the trail of hair disappearing down his pants, making sure his eyes were glued to your breasts swaying with your movements. A loud gasp emitted from him when you pushed against his length with a cruel giggle before slowly unzipping his pants, seeing heart-patterned boxers underneath. You only gave him a humored look.

“You’re the heart executive alright..”

A nervous smile met your teasing one before your hands found the ends of his hoodie, pulling slightly, mesmerized at how easily he followed your commands as he bent down just enough for your air to mix. Suddenly you didn’t mind the smell of nicotine; realizing how something could easily become addictive.

“This has always irked me, it’s kind of silly,” your smile gained a hint of playfulness again, “but I can finally see its worth”.

You tugged harder while looking up through your lashes with a pretty smile on your otherwise smeared face, your lips almost touching, “Nervous, Cora?”

You whispered while looking into his eyes before glancing at his lips, longing for the taste of him again. And he obliged your wish, used to reading your body language after all the time of just following and watching you. Finally getting to do something about it. Hands sliding up your back to press you firmly against him, one hand cradled the back of your head to deepen the kiss, already out of breath as your lips moved together harshly, teeth clanking but neither of you cared as the hunger for each other deepened. One of Corazon’s hands clumsily pulled his pants further down before you felt a warm appendage against your abdomen, leaving a trail of saliva when your lips disconnected. 

“Shit…” your eyes widened at his size, naively surprised he was in the same league as his blood. You could only be grateful you had become somewhat accommodated to taking such a size… at least mentally. While in your thoughts, one of Corazon’s hands snaked down your ass far enough to feel the wetness between your legs before pushing two of his fingers into you.

“Fuck! Cora!” you gasped loudly, feeling his long fingers fill you again, not giving you time to adjust to the additional finger before thrusting them into you, embarrassing you with how wet you were as squelching met your ears. 

“Oh fuck!!” you moaned as he continued, looking down at you with a small grin, cheeks still flushed, “shit- shit! Aah, Cora!”.

Looking up at him with glazed eyes, you moaned loudly and desperately while rolling your hips to meet him better. Corazon felt your juices melt down his hand, deciding to scissor his fingers; both to better prepare you to take him, but also to see what you would look like completely clouded in ecstasy. His expression was lost on you, so you didn’t witness his eyes softening as he gazed down at your face contorted in pleasure, focusing intently on the sounds you made. The way his lips stuttered to almost praise you also escaped your notice, Corazon quickly gritting his teeth instead. His lipstick only remnants on your lips… a part of him wanted his brother to see you like this, to show him he could treat you better, and another whacked him mentally for even thinking of it. You had been driving him crazy; no matter how hard he tried to push you away from the family, you never left. 

Corazon could never have imagined himself being put in such a predicament, biting his tongue to stay still when Doflamingo chose him earlier that day. And then he saw you in this dress, before you suddenly were on his lap bouncing on his fingers, moaning so sweetly for him. He doubted his brother let you enjoy yourself like this. Another mental whack was in place; he didn’t want jealousy to jeopardize his mission. He couldn’t. And fucking you was part of the mission! An important part of the mission too, suddenly, seeing as Corazon was sick and tired of only having his hand to try and fix the pent-up frustration he carried.

So he couldn’t help but admire how you looked taking his fingers, how incredibly soft your breasts felt pressed against his abdomen, how gorgeous your curves were, and how cute your face was gazing up at him with desperation in your eyes. Your plush stomach rubbed against his length, causing his patience to run thin, especially when he felt your walls loosen around his digits, glad he had noticed the bottle of lube lying on the bed before sitting down. 

You whined once again when you were left empty, before shrieking as you were lifted beneath your knees. You slung your arms around the blond’s neck, accidentally tearing off the silly hat as it dropped to the floor.

“What are you-” You were left unable to finish your question as Corazon, as softly as a giant klutz could, dropped you down on the bed. His hands roamed to the swell of your hips, before dragging you to lay with the entirety of your ass and lower back against his thighs. His hands left you to reach for the pillows to lay beneath your lower back. Corazon followed your gaze, smiling when he saw your reaction to his cock splayed on your belly, before he saw your brows furrow. You felt tapping on your knees, and you looked up at Corazon whose face showed confusion and concern, like asking ‘is everything okay?’.

The gentleness he had possessed ever since the doors locked was such a contrast to his normal behavior, and it made you almost nervous to acknowledge your heart clenching at his soft gaze, viewing you so differently than his brother did, “Yeah… I’m fine”.

His shoulders shook as he chuckled lowly, before he looked down at you softly, caressing your thighs delicately. His fierce blush proof of the effect your body had on him. He gazed down at his cock displayed against the plush of your stomach before looking at you, and you understood that he was asking for permission. You gave him a nervous smile as you nodded, and he started rutting his hips slowly, dragging his cock through your slick folds brushing over your sensitive clit, seeing your lips part with a sigh. After a few thrusts of coating the underside of his cock with your juices, his hand looked for the lube behind him, knowing this wouldn’t work otherwise. You whimpered when his fingers pressed the cold liquid against your entrance before pumping himself, looking down at you like you were a goddess. Something that didn’t deserve less than all of his desire.

“Cora, please…” you sighed, the hunger inside you turning into starvation, craving him in a way that would haunt you for weeks once you were done.

His hands wrapped around your thighs carefully to lift your hips, pressing the wide head of his cock against your entrance, your nails finding the muscles of his thighs to dig into while gasping. He looked attentively down at you while pushing his hips forward, seeing your eyes widen and eyebrows scrunch together at the intrusion.

“Oh fuck, Cora,” you gasped at him, bracing yourself for more as he continued to push slowly into your heat, allowing you time to accommodate his size, without the expectation of you to take much of him. Your walls stretched around him, and he saw your breath starting to heave from the penetration, hearing you whimpering at the bitter stretch you naively thought you had gotten used to.

His jaw clenched when he pushed further, enthralled by your reactions, seeing your jaw fall open with sweet moans while your hands grabbed at his thighs, trying to fit him. He could barely fight his own sounds anymore, grunting and groaning through his teeth, careful to watch for any signs of pain. But the opposite pooled from your mouth in messy blubberings, your eyes already forming tears at the almost overwhelming pleasure of just his cock stretching you. Yet when you looked between your bodies, so much of him hadn’t even penetrated you.

Your walls fluttered around him and he trembled at the feel, his mouth falling open in an audible gasp, fighting to keep his composure. Your nails dug into his thighs, sure to leave even more marks on his skin. His hips pulled back before slowly rolling into you again, making you moan as he started a small, slow rhythm.

“It’s so good, Cora,” you whimpered, and he smiled down at you in disbelief, seeing how much of a mess you were already, cursing at himself to not be able to let you know how beautiful you looked beneath him, and how well you took him. The effect you had on him could only be known through his low sounds he struggled to hold in, as your walls hugged him tightly while his cock inched deeper inside of you, allowing him to see your head fall back and hear you whine loudly. Corazon fell over you with his hands landing on each side of your head, and he forced his cock deeper, making you cry loudly and grasp his biceps, your nails drawing blood where they dug into his skin, a hiss gritting through his teeth. 

A gasp left his mouth hanging open as he looked down at you who were on cloud nine, a dumbfounded smile on your face as tears of pleasure rolled down your cheeks, your brows high and scrunched together in bliss as he was oh so deep inside of you. His cock hitting all the sweet spots that had your legs spasming around his hips and his name being mindlessly moaned through your heavy pants, him being the only thing on your mind as he was the reason you were so cockdrunk.

Corazon dared to move one of his hands to smooth over your soft stomach, tracing your stretch marks like he was trying to remember every single one, feeling how warm your doughy flesh was in his palms as he grabbed at the fat of your waist before finally toying with your breasts, centering his attention on one before switching to the other. His fingers were clumsy and you gasped when he struggled to pinch your nipples properly, the sensation almost too much. He kept the slow rhythm, mostly to not let the coil in his body snap, feeling himself closer than he wanted to already.

He blamed the mission for making it difficult to find time for proper release.

But having you like this was not enough, even if you did look angelic lying down and taking what he gave you, a need for having you close pestered within him. Lifting you just as easily as before, Corazon turned, scarcely remembering you were putting on a show, to flaunt your rear to the guest. His hands spread your asscheeks as he bounced you on his cock, allowing the guest to see how well you took him while broken moans vibrated against his scarred chest. Corazon tried not to think about how your skin rubbed against his, or how good your small hands felt clawing at his arms, the muscles dancing beneath your grasp. 

“So good… Cora, you feel so good!” 

Corazon’s deep sounds were a small guide to your ever-closing high, but when you looked up only to see him already staring at you, you felt a knot in your stomach tighten. Damn his height, his lips too far away for you to reach them, to taste them again. He seemed to notice, bending down to gaze into your eyes once more, cursing at himself for not being able to say how perfect you looked. And before he could give in to the craving, his eyes flickered to your lips before closing, sighing when he felt the comforting softness once more and your moans vibrating against him. 

Neck bent at an uncomfortable angle, you ignored the discomfort as his larger tongue explored your mouth, leaving you a lightheaded mess, the knot tightening inside your core as his cock rubbed against your gummy walls.

“Cora-” your gasp was muffled, barely able to get the words out, “m’close, please”.

He hummed against your lips, sliding one of his hands to splay against your stomach as his thumb found your swollen clit, massaging it softly while still managing to guide your hips with his other hand.

“Oh! Oh, fuck, Cora!” 

Corazon sighed when his lips left yours to press against your cheek before sitting up straighter, seeing your eyes closed shut while moaning, your body shaking against him. His thumb circled your bud harsher, experimenting with your pleasure, wanting you to cum around him before reaching his own peak. While memorizing the sight of you, praises threatened once again to roll off his tongue, and he quickly resorted to biting his lip to prevent it.

You feel so good

Looking so needy bouncing on my cock

I love the way you sound, moaning and whimpering for me

And so soft.. I don’t want to let go

He didn’t want to let go. Just as much as he wanted you to leave and live a safe life. He knew you couldn’t stand him and everything would set back to normal once this was over. But he almost didn’t mind when you were calling for him so desperately and left marks on his skin and beautiful visuals in his mind for reminiscence. He knew well he couldn’t have you once you walked out those doors. So he fucked you like a man starved, hoping selfishly this could fuel him for a while. Anything to keep him going.

“Yeah, shit, like that! Fuck, Cora, don’t stop!” 

A dumbfounded smile curved at his lips when he felt your walls flutter around him, your legs shaking as you panted into his skin with his name low under your breath. And he adored watching you fall apart, planting your face into the soft fuzz of his chest as your orgasm washed over you, pulsing desperately around his cock. You whimpered his name until you fell limp against his body, and he let himself go, cradling the back of your head softly while cumming deep inside you with low grunts. Corazon let his heavy body fall against the mattress while keeping you secure in his arms, holding you close. Allowing himself to pretend, just for a moment, that this could be his life with you content in his embrace. Pretending that his life was normal, and that both of you were here of your own free will. No mission, no business.

You were too busy coming down from bliss to hear the man’s voice ruin Corazon’s precious pretend before announcing his departure, unbothered by the thin sheet of sweat growing cold on your bodies as you heard the giant’s heartbeat against your ear, a sense of calmness washing over you. You hissed at the sudden emptiness and soreness when he pulled out, his cum leaking down between your bodies as you felt his hand softly caress your back. This made you look up at him, his eyes already lingering on you.

You scoffed before stretching your arm to wipe his makeup with your thumb, the residue of his lipstick staining the lower side of his face a faint red.

“You look ridiculous”

The post-orgasm and exhaustion you felt must be the cause of the sudden feeling of… tranquility between you. And by the way he licked his thumb before smearing it over your own cheeks, you must’ve been quite the sight yourself. Feeling a spread of warmth across your face, you turned to rest against his chest once more, looking at the wall, his hand awkwardly settling on your back.

And he smiled when you didn’t jerk him away, his eyes taking in the sight of you resting on his body. Tracing every inch of skin his eyes could reach, his breath hitched when he saw your rear. He started regretting not having put you in more positions, just so he could have experienced all of you. Or at least quench his yearning, even if it wasn’t enough. Although… it would never be enough, would it? Thoughts about what he hadn’t done rushed through his mind. He had completely missed his chance to worship every part of your body. He hadn’t even gotten to taste you due to his nerves. *Fuck.

“I didn’t know you could make so much noise,” your breathy giggle forced his thoughts away, “I just felt that good, huh?”

Your laugh was tired, and he wanted to spill every feeling he harbored for you in that moment. You hadn’t just felt good, he wanted you to know you had been perfect. But this was just part of the mission. And you had been forced to do this. So he gave no reaction, knowing you were joking as a way to comfort yourself. 

…He also didn’t have his notepad available, meaning he had no tool of communication anyway. Not that it mattered.

His stomach dropped when you suddenly crawled off him, his hand wanting to reach for you. But he didn’t. He just watched as your arms hid your breasts before you scooted to the edge of the bed, giving him a look over your shoulder, “You don't mind if I use the bathroom first?”

It took all of his self-control to not ogle your full and plump figure where you sat, your soft back and waist cushioned with rolls, and he wanted nothing more than to drag you back to him. Instead he just shook his head before turning his gaze to the ceiling in an attempt to process everything. Even so, the corner of his eye caught your awkward walk caused by soreness and his spill between your legs. Guilt should’ve manifested within his chest. Instead shame rotted the crevices of his insides at a realization; he liked seeing how he affected you physically. Of course he wasn’t shocked by this revelation when he heard the sounds you made for him when his fingers rummaged your body, or when you were writhing in pleasure on his lap. But his enjoyment of the aftermath surprised him. He didn’t expect to see you struggle to walk properly and feel a surge of arousal at the view.

Corazon grimaced at the thought of being anything like his brother. With his hands pulling at his hair in sheer frustration, both at the thought of his brother and of you, he was sure he’d rip it all out.

Why did you have to belong to his brother? Why did you ever have to find his pirate group?

Note: Kicking off this Kinktober with my love, Cora ❤️ I was a completely different person and author when I started it last year (before my appendix burst lol), and my writing motivation and skills seem to have just… dropped a lot, but I want to write for this Kinktober anyway!!! That’s what editing is for!!! Anyway, thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed it!! If you want to join my taglist, you can find it here! Dividers by @/benkeibear

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