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suroweczka · 17 days ago

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”A thin barrier between us” 🔞🔞🔞

THIS IS A SMUT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT OR I WILL CALL YOUR MOTHERS (seriously though, stay away plz thanks xoxo)

Hello everybody. I am new here and I’m not good at writing, it’s my first fanfic ever but I felt an urge to write a Bartolomeo x reader smut that includes breeding kink as I couldn’t find many on here

(😡😡😡 <- my face when I can’t read Bartolomeo impregnating a reader like wtf?!?!?!)

Warnings: public sex, possessive Barto, unprotected sex, breeding kink, afab reader, penetration, i am eastern european so english not being my first language should be mentioned here too he-he 👉🏻👈🏻

Any minors still here politely please gtfo until you turn 18 ta xxx

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You were supposed to meet Bartolomeo for drinks. You were not a couple, but there was definitely some spark between you two – and you were hoping to take things further.

You had carefully chosen an outfit for tonight – a short, tight-fitting dress with slits on both sides that hugged your curves perfectly. The fabric clung to your hips and accentuated your thighs, while the hem barely grazed the tops of your legs, leaving little to the imagination. The plunging neckline showcased your figure, you felt confident and alluring, ready for a night out.

As you stepped into the lively bar, the atmosphere buzzed with excitement. Laughter and music filled the air, and the dim lighting added a touch of intimacy. But it was the way Bartolomeo’s eyes lit up when he saw you that made your heart race.

He leaned against the wall, his usual carefree demeanor instantly shifting as his gaze traveled from your face down to the curves of your body. The moment his eyes landed on the hem of your dress, a glint of possessiveness flickered in his expression, making your stomach flutter with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

“Damn,” he breathed, pushing himself off the wall and striding over to you, his movements fluid and confident. “You look stunnin’.”

You smirked, feeling the heat of his gaze as you twirled playfully. “You think so?”

The moment you turned, you caught the hungry look in his eyes—appreciation mixed with jealousy. Several men at the bar had already noticed you, their eyes roving over your body with blatant interest. Bartolomeo’s jaw tightened, a low growl rumbling from deep in his chest. He didn’t like the attention you were getting, not one bit.

“Yea, too stunning,” he muttered under his breath, a possessive edge creeping into his voice as he stepped closer, his body blocking the view of any lingering eyes. “You shouldn’t wear something like that out. It’s distracting innit (barto is bri’ish)”

“Isn’t that the point?” you teased, feeling bold and wanting to provoke him a little.

He frowned, crossing his arms over his chest, his muscles flexing. “Is it?” He nodded towards a group of guys who were trying to catch your attention. “Look at them. They don’t deserve to look at ya.”

You chuckled, half-amused by his protectiveness. “Oh come on, they are just looking. I can handle myself.”

His eyes darkened, a mix of jealousy and desire swirling within. “You shouldn’t have to. You’re with me.” The words slipped from his lips, heavy with possessiveness. “I’m not lettin’ anyone else think they have a chance.”

“Maybe I like the attention,” you shot back, knowing full well it would rile him up.

He stepped closer, invading your space, his breath warm against your skin. “You know what you’re doin’, don’t ya?” His gaze dropped again, lingering on your thighs. “You know how fuckin’ tempting you are in that dress.”

Before you could respond, he grabbed your hand, leading you far from the crowd. The bar faded into the background as he found a secluded corner, far from prying eyes.

“Bartolomeo, what—”

“Shut up,” he growled, pushing you gently against the wall. His hands gripped your waist, fingers digging into your skin possessively as he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. “I can’t stand it. The way they look at you. You should belong to me, you do belong to me…” The heat of his body pressed against yours, and you could feel his breath hitch as he caught a glimpse of your curves in that dress. “I’ll make sure they know it.”

You were not officially together but you both had a thing for each other and it was quite obvious, but Bartolomeo had never been that straightforward and unabashed before. You didn’t mind though as it was exactly what you’ve been dying to hear for a while now.

He slid his hands down your sides, feeling the softness of your skin beneath the thin fabric. “I’m done with pretending I don’t want to fuck the shit out of you, (Y/N)”

Before you could say anything, he captured your lips in a searing kiss, his mouth moving against yours with an urgency that made your head spin. His hands gripped your thighs, lifting you slightly so you could wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

You melted into him, your body responding to the heat of his possessiveness. He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, the intensity of his gaze sending shivers down your spine. “You have no idea how much I want you right now. I want to take you right here.”

Your heart raced at his words, the thought sending a thrill of excitement through you. “Here? B-but… We are in a public place after all… What if somebody sees us?”

“They better fucking do” he chuckled, his possessive nature shining through. “The way you look in this dress, I’d be proud to show ya off.”He smirked, and you could feel the thrill radiating off him.

You bit your lip, torn between the exhilaration of his words and the nerves fluttering in your stomach. The idea of being seen together in such an intimate way sent a rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins, and you could feel your heartbeat quicken at the thought. You were quite anxious, but at the same time couldn’t deny you kinda liked the idea.

His words sent a thrill coursing through you, and you could feel your desire overcoming the fear of getting caught. “Do it, then. Please” You whispered to his ear with slightly trembling voice, both from excitement and apprehension.

“That’s my girl” With a growl, he closed the distance between you, crashing his lips against yours. The kiss was wild, desperate, a little bit awkward at first because of his sharp fangs, it felt as if he was trying to consume you entirely. You could feel the urgency in every movement, the need for connection electrifying the air around you.

In that moment, you knew there was no turning back.

“You have no idea how much I wanted this” he murmured against your skin, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver through you. He pressed his lips to the hollow of your neck, leaving a trail of soft, open-mouthed kisses that grew more insistent, more desperate, as he reached your collarbone. His fingers found your hips, pulling you closer as if he were trying to keep you with him, never letting go.

You could feel the tension building in him as his hands continued to roam, moving with a sense of possessive urgency. His lips moved lower, now hovering just above your cleavage, the anticipation made your heart race. With a swift motion, he pushed the neckline of your dress down, exposing your soft skin to his hungry gaze. He leaned in, placing gentle kisses along the swell of your chest, relishing the taste of your skin. His lips felt warm against you, igniting a fire in your stomach as he continued to explore. He pulled the fabric down even more, now with your chest fully exposed.

“So fuckin’ beautiful” he breathed, his voice thick with lust.

Bartolomeo’s mouth found your breast, capturing your nipple with a tantalizing suck. A gasp escaped your lips, pleasure rippling through you as he teased with his tongue, swirling and flicking. “God, you’re so sensitive,” he murmured, the vibrations of his voice sending shivers down your spine.

He switched between sucking and gently biting your stiff nipple with his fangs, scooping and massaging gently your other breast, each playful nip making you arch your back, urging him on. The thrill of his teeth grazing your soft flesh sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, mixing with a delicious hint of pain. You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, wanting more of his attention.

Bartolomeo certainly couldn’t just stop there. He slid his hands down to the hem of your dress, lifting it slightly to expose more of your thighs. His fingers danced along your skin, teasingly inching closer to your most sensitive areas. As Bartolomeo continued his exploration, the thin fabric of your panties became the focal point of his attention. He looked up at you, his gaze dark with desire as he traced his fingers along the waistband, teasingly brushing the edge with a sense of reverence.

“Just this little barrier between us…” he murmured, his voice low. The way he spoke sent shivers down your spine, igniting a heat that pooled in your core. With a deliberate slowness, he tugged at the fabric, pulling it aside just enough to expose the soft skin beneath.

“Fuck” He couldn’t take his eyes off your entrance. “You so wet already”His voice cracked, just like he finally realised what was going to happen, something he’d been dreaming about for a long time now. “Let me taste you”

You nodded, a little overwhelmed with the whole situation.

His breath was warm against you as he pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses against the sensitive skin that was finally free from the confines of your panties.

“Barto…” you gasped, your voice laced with need as you tangled your fingers in his hair, urging him closer. The tension in the air thickened, each kiss was filled with a hungry reverence that made your heart race, and you could feel the tension building within you.

“Such a pretty sight,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He tugged at the waistband of your panties, with one smooth motion, he took them off and put them in his pocket.

“I’ll save it for later, for when you’re not around” he smirked at you and your face covered with small blush.

He wasted no time, diving in with fervor as he pressed his lips against you, sucking gently at first but quickly growing more insistent. You gasped, arching your back as he took care of your clit. He was skilled, his tongue dancing over your skin, flicking and teasing in ways that made your breath hitch and your body respond eagerly.

With a wicked grin, he looked up at you, his lips glistening from his ministrations. “Ya like that, huh?” he teased, his fingers now sliding closer to your core, brushing lightly against your wetness with his thumb. The sensation sent shivers down your spine, and you nodded, breathless. While drawing circles around your clit with his thumb, it “accidentally” slipped inside you with absolutely no warning, with a deftness that left you gasping. He chuckled. “I want you to taste yourself. Be a good girl and open your mouth” he commanded.

You parted your lips, letting his thumb slip into your mouth as he watched you with a fierce, possessive hunger. He let out a low growl as you wrapped your lips around his finger, your tongue brushing against it as you sucked, sending a thrill of satisfaction through him. The sight of you like this, so open and willing, only fueled the possessive fire burning within him.

He leaned in, his free hand moving up to cup your cheek as he whispered, “You drivin’ me insane, ya know that?” His thumb lingered in your mouth, savoring the feel of you before slowly withdrawing it, his hand moving back to your hip as he claimed your mouth in another deep, searing kiss. His lips were hot and demanding, his kiss filled with a raw need that left you breathless.

He got down again to take care of your pussy by forcing two fingers inside you this time. The combination of his fingers moving in and out while his mouth continued to suck and lick your clit sent you spiraling into a blissful haze. Bartolomeo’s pace was relentless yet controlled, expertly drawing out the pleasure as he worked you closer to the edge. He curled his fingers, hitting that sweet spot inside you that made your vision blur and your body tense with pleasure. A moan left your mouth as you were close to reach your climax.

“That’s it babe, I think you’re ready now” He pulled his lips away from your folds and stood up, you nearly forgot how tall that guy was and now started worrying a little about his size, could you even take it? You would lie if you said you were experienced, and you definitely never been with a guy who’s over 7 foot tall. Even if he was average, or below average for a man his height, you could still imagine it being way bigger than anything you’d ever seen.

He noticed concern appearing on your face.

“Are you alright, (Y/N)?” He asked, genuinely worried.

“Y-yes… I just… don’t have much experience. Not with men like you anyway…” you looked down at a big bulge in his pants, embarrassed.

He laughed “That’s very flattering but I’m afraid you are expecting too much from me”

“I’m serious…”

“Hey…” he stroked your cheek “I might be a dickhead but I would never hurt you. I promise I will be gentle” he smiled and you felt a little reassured by his words. You nodded. “I’m ready”

“Good girl.”

His swollen member jumped out as he pulled his pants down, his tip already all covered up with precum. You swallowed nervously but you had to admit you enjoyed the view and the thought he got so excited just for you. He pushed you harder against the wall, the tip of his cock gently brushing your slit, which made you realise…

“Barto… I’m not on any pills. And you are not wearing a condom…”

“Well, I have another confession”he growled, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips, “there’s somethin’ I’ve been thinking about.” His gaze darkened, filled with a possessive hunger that made your heart race anew.

“What’s that?” you asked, curiosity piqued by the predatory gleam in his eyes.

“I want to fill ya up,” he confessed, his voice low and rough. “I want to breed ya. Make you mine in every possible way.” The words hung in the air, charged with intensity, and you felt a shiver run down your spine.

“Barto…” you breathed, a thrill of excitement mingling with nervousness at his primal confession. The idea of being claimed by him sent a rush of heat through your body.

“Don’t act surprised,” he said, his grip tightening around your thighs, leaning his muscular body over yours. “You know what I want. You want it too.” There was an undeniable rawness in his tone that left you breathless.

“I do” you whispered and let Bartolomeo take the lead. With a slow motion, he entered you, first he inserted his tip to see how your body would react. You let out a soft moan.

“I need more… I’m ready” you begged. Fortunately, you were soaking wet which made it easier for you to take him. Each thrust was deeper, faster, and you didn’t even notice when his cock was filling you completely.

“You feel so fucking good,” he growled, thrusting deeper, harder, as if he wanted to possess every part of you. Each move was filled with an urgency that drove you wild, and you could feel the pressure building within you, tightening with every push.

“Fuck me Barto… I want you to ruin me” you reached your climax. Loud moan left your mouth as you nearly forgot you were in a public place. You covered your lips not to catch anybody’s attention, to Bartolomeo’s displeasure.

“No need to be quiet. Let’s make those drunk creeps jealous they can’t fuck you like I am now” he grinned mischievously “I am the one who fucks a baby into you” the rawness in his voice made your body tingle with excitement. “I want to hear you say it. Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” you moaned, feeling your body arch into him, craving every thrust, every possessive push deeper into your core. The way he moved, the heat radiating off of him—it was intoxicating, and you felt yourself surrendering completely to the overwhelming desire.

He drove you closer to the edge, the urgency building as he claimed you for himself. “I’m close babe. I’m goin’ to fill ya up with my cum soon, like it or not”he growled, his hands gripping your hips, holding you in place as he took what he desired. “I want you to feel me every time you move.”

With one final, powerful pound, you surrendered to the overwhelming waves of pleasure, your body trembling as you cried out his name. Bartolomeo followed closely behind, his release spilling into you as he buried himself deep, your juices mixing together with his seed, the primal connection between you igniting a fire that left you both breathless.

He smiled at you and gave you a passionate kiss. “Did you enjoy yourself, sweetheart?”

“I did. It was amazing. Thank you” you wrapped his arms around his neck and rested your head on his chest.

With a low chuckle, he leaned closer, his voice dropping. “Ya know, I was kinda hopin’ someone would’ve caught us.” He let out a sigh, glancing around with a slightly disappointed expression.

“You’re unbelievable” you managed to say between laughs“ but that’s why I love you.

Bartomoleo’s face turned red, his eyes lit up with excitement “You do?”

“Of course. I belong to you, remember?” You winked

“I love you too. More than you can imagine”

—

As you were both walking back to the ship, you could not shake off the feeling that people passing by were looking at you. You could hear them chuckling and giggling, some of them giving you a look full of disbelief and even disgust.

“What are they on about?” You murmured to yourself.

Bartolomeo smiled, looking proud as ever, pointing at semen dripping down your thighs.

“You got what you wanted, Barto” you sighed as your face turned all red from embarrassment.

ye the title refers to underwear, cringe

#one piece #Bartolomeo #bartolomeo x reader #smut #idk what else to tag #imjustagirl #one piece fanfiction

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