thinking about fucking plug!law who's such a secret nerd. it 'd been probably the third time you'd been over at his house, each time you getting to see a bit more if his geeky personality. he'd have limited edition action figurines still sitting in their boxes in pristine condition.
you'd give him a lazy smile as you looked down from where you were riding him. he had a blunt rested at the corner of his mouth, but he was too fucked out, you took it from him before it could fall out and placed it in your own. “fuck, mama," the dealer groaned out in complete shock from the tight grip you had on his dick like a vice.
"feel good? tell me how i'm doin," you grunt, slowly whining your slick cunt against his lightly trimmed pelvis.
“fuck, so good. doin' so well," he'd grunt. after a few minutes, he’d begin to notice your legs grow tired from doing all the work, so he’d halt you by resting his hand in your hip and adjusting himself so he could soon begin thrusting upward into you. “takin' me so well, baby."
"oh, law!" you whined, feeling your heavy breasts bounce up and down with the sudden movements. "make me cum, make me cum,” you chanted, almost holding your breath at the pleasure.
but law took notice of it and ran his hand down your front, stopping to rub at your pretty clit. he then used his free hand to wrap around your neck, giving it a small encouraging squeeze. "gotta breathe baby. won't cum good if you're holding it in. let go for me."
soon enough, you were beginning to get overstimulated. the rough sensations from law pounding into you was almost too much to handle when you felt your orgasm nearly reach it's peak. with a shake of your head, you were sure a tear slipped out from between your eyes as you pathetically whined, “i can't papa."
law knew if you kept being this way, you were gonna waste a good orgasm on not fully breathing properly. “yeah you can, y'er my big girl right? know you can do it baby. just let go for daddy, i promise i got you."
his reassuring words were all you needed to hear before the knot in your stomach finally came undone and you creamed all over him, leaving a ring around his girth where he entered and exited out of you. the sight alone is enough to send law over the edge himself and aide in him cumming right after you.
you both let out exasperated breaths as you feel him fill you completely full. law would stop his aggressive movements and finally pull you into him now that he got a nut. running his tattooed fingers through your brads, he'd press a sloppy, nasty kiss to your fucked out lips. with another peck, he'd whisper against you,
valora! i’m sexy dancin’ in the house, i feel like britney spears.
NICO ROBIN’S PRINCESS.
☆ lora. 8teen. she/her. black. plus size. new york city. shanks* baby girl. roronoa zoro, eustass kid & trafalgar law's babymuva. eren jaeger & armin arlert apologist. ice spice enthusiast. mother of the plug!law, senseilzoro & dbf!shanks series. ask me anything <3.
RULES.
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valora! i’m sexy dancin’ in the house, i feel like britney spears.
NICO ROBIN’S PRINCESS.
☆ lora. 8teen. she/her. black. plus size. new york city. shanks* baby girl. roronoa zoro, eustass kid & trafalgar law's babymuva. eren jaeger & armin arlert apologist. ice spice enthusiast. mother of the plug!law, senseilzoro & dbf!shanks series. ask me anything <3.
RULES.
☆ this is a 17+ page. anyone below the age of 17 may not interact with me or you will be blocked. i do not write yandere, bdsm, or age reg. all characters will be aged up to fit my intended purpose. racism will not be tolerated on my page. i will write what i am comfortable with. do not play with me in my inbox because i will play back.
MASTERLIST.
☆ all my stories are fem!black readers with chubby readers also in mind. will never be stated otherwise.
thinking about fucking plug!law who's such a secret nerd. it 'd been probably the third time you'd been over at his house, each time you getting to see a bit more if his geeky personality. he'd have limited edition action figurines still sitting in their boxes in pristine condition.
you'd give him a lazy smile as you looked down from where you were riding him. he had a blunt rested at the corner of his mouth, but he was too fucked out, you took it from him before it could fall out and placed it in your own. “fuck, mama," the dealer groaned out in complete shock from the tight grip you had on his dick like a vice.
"feel good? tell me how i'm doin," you grunt, slowly whining your slick cunt against his lightly trimmed pelvis.
“fuck, so good. doin' so well," he'd grunt. after a few minutes, he’d begin to notice your legs grow tired from doing all the work, so he’d halt you by resting his hand in your hip and adjusting himself so he could soon begin thrusting upward into you. “takin' me so well, baby."
"oh, law!" you whined, feeling your heavy breasts bounce up and down with the sudden movements. "make me cum, make me cum,” you chanted, almost holding your breath at the pleasure.
but law took notice of it and ran his hand down your front, stopping to rub at your pretty clit. he then used his free hand to wrap around your neck, giving it a small encouraging squeeze. "gotta breathe baby. won't cum good if you're holding it in. let go for me."
soon enough, you were beginning to get overstimulated. the rough sensations from law pounding into you was almost too much to handle when you felt your orgasm nearly reach it's peak. with a shake of your head, you were sure a tear slipped out from between your eyes as you pathetically whined, “i can't papa."
law knew if you kept being this way, you were gonna waste a good orgasm on not fully breathing properly. “yeah you can, y'er my big girl right? know you can do it baby. just let go for daddy, i promise i got you."
his reassuring words were all you needed to hear before the knot in your stomach finally came undone and you creamed all over him, leaving a ring around his girth where he entered and exited out of you. the sight alone is enough to send law over the edge himself and aide in him cumming right after you.
you both let out exasperated breaths as you feel him fill you completely full. law would stop his aggressive movements and finally pull you into him now that he got a nut. running his tattooed fingers through your brads, he'd press a sloppy, nasty kiss to your fucked out lips. with another peck, he'd whisper against you,
dating car enthusiast!zoro who’s very into cars but can only afford his shitty pickup truck that he uses as a daily. you’d accompanied him to a show as part of a ‘date’ (he really did try, he bought you food after and everything) and now you were stuffed in his truck, bottoms of your feet practically touching the base of his thighs.
“fuck,” the puerto rican would groan with an aggressive toss of his head back. “ride that dick baby. milk me f’everyrhing i got,” he encouraged you. the space in his truck was pretty tight, but you still made it work as you rode him crazy. your back was facing him, giving the tinted windshield a great view of your heavy tits that his hands had fun finding home in.
“baby, can’t last,” you cried, trying your hardest not to slow down. your knees were surely giving up, so zoro aided you by grabbing your hips and rutting upward into you, to meet the pace of your bounces. “f-feel like ‘m gonna, ‘m gonna—“
zoro wraps his free hand around your neck and gives it a light squeeze as he brings his other down to rub at your puffy clit. “been such a good girl for me. so patient. cum for me mama,”
your eyes would open and squint in and out if consciousness as the only thing in your line of view of was the mini fabric puerto rican flag hanging up with your caribbean flag from the rear view mirror. zoro secretly thought it’d be cute to hang up your own flag with his the moment you became his passenger princess.
he didn’t always tell you, but he did appreciate you. he knew you could have found someone much better than him and worthy of your time; but you constantly reassured him that he was better. he knew you liked car guys and it bugged him how you were with him because he’d rather you be with a bmw or even a scat pack dude.
but you’d been with him from the start. you’d watched him build his own truck practically from the ground up and even helped him with it too. so you knew first hand how much cooler his 1987 fj60 landcruiser was than a widebody v6. he didn’t always have the money to upgrade the coolest mods, but zoro took pride in his little piece of shit, and has been since he was sixteen years old.
you knew he didn’t have money to drive you around in a big bodied car or on expensive dates, you enjoyed nights like this. going to takeovers with him, sharing some sake, getting whatever island food was open so late at night, and ending the date with a much needed fuck—this was your perfect date.
as much as it bothered zoro, you always showed him you were down for only him because you were hardly impressed with any of the dudes who tried to show of their builds to you at takeovers. your boyfriend’s truck was cooler anyway.
your vision starts to fade in and out as you experience the most life changing orgasm ever. you’re practically spasming all over zoro’s body, but he successfully holds you up with the strength of one arm all while continuing to flick your clit with the other. the fatty pudge of your stomach cutely spilled out from his grip as you leaned forward into the steering wheel, legs finally giving out.
with heavy breaths, zoro pumps into you a few more times before letting out the nastiest groan, and shooting his hot loads into you. “fuck. you fuck me so good, mama.” you two slow your movements in attempt to catch your breathing, his hand movements now stopping as he felt your body ease into his touch.
steam coated all eight windows of the truck, making the outside world completely invisible behind his five percent of tint. with a heavy sigh, you lean back against him, turning the bottom half of your body to the door. zoro gave you a loving kiss to the base of your sweaty cheek, running his hand through your braids and moving them out your face. “had fun t’day?”
you let out a satisfied hum and peck his lips before resting your head on his chest and closing your eyes. “the best.”
"Go ahead, ask for her number" came a teasing voicing from behind her; one (y/n) knew all too well. The arrogant, yet handsome, visage of her ex-husband came into view. Despite it being 6 months since (y/n) has last seen him, he still looked the same as the day they finalized the divorce. Hair neatly styled, suit fitted perfectly, and a calm demeanor. (Y/N) hated to admit it, but he looked good.
The poor waiter was caught off guard by the request, choosing instead to fall silent. (Y/N) looked away from her ex-husband, to address the waiter, "ignore him, ple—"
"No, ask for her number. She'll give it to you," his stern, yet amused tone interjected. (Y/N) couldn't help the irritated breath of air she let out through her nose. The waiter, unsure, yet not wanting to cause a further scene, hesitantly asked for (y/n)'s number. (Y/N) grabbed a pen from her purse and hurriedly scribbled her number on the napkin beside her plate.
Her ex watched over her shoulder as she wrote the number, turning to giving the waiter a pleased smile, "don't worry, that's really her number." (Y/N) handed the waiter the napkin and sent him on his way. Her ex watched the man walk away before turning back to (Y/N). Placing a hand on her shoulder, he leaned down, his lips gently brushing her ear, "front door. 10 minutes."
(Y/N) made herself comfortable in the living room she once considered her own. Her ex-husband standing in front of her, peering down at her with an unreadable look on his face. (Y/N) was about to question why her ex-husband insisted she came back to their old home when her phone began to light up. (Y/N) looked at her phone to see an unknown number calling.
The waiter.
"Answer it," came the demanding tone of her ex. Still, (Y/N) lingered above the green button, unsure of if it was the right move. Impatiently, he grabbed the phone from her hand and answered it for her. As the waiter's hello's filtered through the speaker, her ex flung the phone onto the couch beside (Y/N). Leaning down to capture her lips in a heated kiss, the other man's voice was quickly drowned out by sighs of pleasure.
ex-husband!toji who fucks you whenever he’s in town for business. the kids are at school and your new husband’s on a business trip when toji dropped by to “say hi.”
you welcome him to your new home, making up excuses to yourself that it’s just the normal thing to do. don’t mind the fact that this isn’t the first time the two of you sneaked around like this, or the fact you know what’s going to happen next – you are resolute in your excuses. in your justifications.
ex-husband!toji who says, “you look pretty, sweetheart. expectin’ this, weren’t you?” as he stands up from the accent chair to sit beside you on the love seat, his thighs rubbing against yours.
“haven’t seen you doll up like this for y’r husband. he borin’ you, kid?” he continues, unbothered by your silence. then, “bet he can’t fuck you right, huh?”
ex-husband!toji who falls to his knees to eat you out on that same love seat, his big hands holding your legs apart to fit himself between them better.
the first lap of his tongue is exciting, familiar, but what always takes you apart is the way it fucks into your cunt. you bite your bottom lip to smother your hiccuped moans but it’s impossible to remain quiet, not when he sucks your clit, rolling the flat of his tongue on the underside of your nub.
ex-husband!toji who props you on his lap, your back pressed onto his chest, to bully his thick fingers in your cunt, rubbing them along your sensitive walls and stretching them apart to prepare you for his cock.
“still so fuckin’ tight, sweetheart,” he groans, his voice muffled on your skin. he peppers kisses along the juncture of your neck, sinking his teeth and sucking hard, certainly purposeful in his quest to leave visible marks.
you don’t even have any shirt that can cover the bruises and a part of you think that he knows this too.
ex-husband!toji who fucks you hard and rough on that love seat. he pushed you onto your back and hiked your legs to his shoulders before sliding his cock in your cunt, his hips unwavering in their thrust.
“god, baby, y’r cunt’s jus’ so perfect like i remember. so fuckin’ delicious.” he presses his weight against the back of your thighs, his cock grinding deeper in you. “an’ it’s still mine, right sweetheart? this pussy’s mine?”
he cups your jaw when you do not answer – it’s not like you can. your jaw is slack at the delirious pleasure raising along your nerves, your mind too jumbled to even think. high-pitched squeals are all you can produce, too drunk on your ex-husband’s cock.
“c’mon, baby,” he croons. “who owns this pussy?”
“you!” you finally get to scream, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
distantly you hear him chuckle, his deep voice rumbling with satisfaction. “s’right. it’s mine.”
you cum on his cock like that, your legs shaking at the intensity of your orgasm. your mouth falls for a silent scream, your back arching off the seats, and he continues to drive his cock into you, chasing his own release.
ex-husband!toji who buries his cock in your pussy and cums inside.
“so fuckin’ good to me, sweetheart,” he grunts, his eyes shut close to savour his orgasm. “so fuckin’ perfect for daddy.”
ex-husband!toji who leaves just as fast as he arrived, wordless and detached again. you know you’re just a good fuck for him, that these don’t mean anything beyond physical, and that’s just fine for you.
because you don’t love him anymore. but his cock? oh, that’s a different story.
kid was definitely a man that needed to be babied in private. after losing his arm you knew how diminishing it was go his confidence. kid was a man of cockiness and self righteousness. he believed that he was the best at what he did because he was strong enough. and he was strong enough because he had all working body parts (his words). so when he lost his arm, of course it was like a sudden light switch flipped in him. the first few months of getting through it with him was hard. he’d barely speak to you or even acknowledge you. he didn’t want you to see him in that state. such a period of weakness where he couldn’t completely protect you anymore like he could have before. but after the insecurity period passed (or so you thought) and he was finally letting you back in, there was more room for jealousy from this man.
kid would help you run errands, something as simple as food shopping just because you enjoyed his company and made sure to always tell him that. even if you two didn’t talk the entire way there or in the store, you loved holding his hand as you two walked down the aisles or asking him to grab something from the top shelf that was way too high for your liking. you liked being around him always. but when he’d seen you laughing it up with the male cashier about a joke he had no clue about when he’d come back from picking up something—it was almost as if another flip in him switched. now kid definitely wasn’t speaking to you. he was never a chatterbox anyways, but you could always tell when your man was genuinely upset for the most part.
“you okay baby?” you asked him on the way back home. “you seem a little down. what’s up?”
kid would give you the blind shoulder and mutter an i’m fine before keeping quiet the rest of the way. you made mental note to ask him that question again later. maybe he was just tired.
but it wasn’t until later that night when he was taking a bath without you did you really understand how upset he was. “hey, i thought you were gonna wait for me, kid.” you frowned, getting into the water with him. at his silent huff and slight head turn away from you, you scoot closer to his body, sitting almost in his lap. “come on babe. you’ve been upset all day, please tell me what’s wrong. did i do something wrong?”
“that asshole clerk from earlier,” kid grumbled out, avoiding gaze with you and instead focusing on the ripples of water your naked body caused. “he was fuckin’ annoying. was staring at your tits the entire time we were in line.”
so that’s what this was about. “aww, don’t be jealous, handsome,” you teased, kissing his neck intimately. “you know i love you my big handsome baby. and i’ll have you know—i got us like fifty dollars off them expensive ass groceries.”
“quit it,” kid huffed, fighting the heat that rushed to his cheeks. “you were entertaining that shit.”
you furrowed your eyebrows. “is that what it looked like? he just made some corny joke about to coupons i was using. i was just being polite, baby. what else did you want me to do?”
“not fuckin’ laugh,” kid rolled his eyes. “call that shit fucking corny.”
laughing lightly, you ran the washcloth over his scarred chest. “i’m sorry for upsetting you. that wasn’t my intention and i’ll be careful with my actions next time.” the genuine apology left your mouth as quick as the giggle did, and kid sighed, knowing you were too pure for your own good. and that he was just being an insecure little asshole. “i don’t want you forming no ideas about me wanting anyone else okay? if i wanted anyone else, rest assured i would not be in this bath with you, cleaning your scars right now.”
“tsk, not like i asked for this shit,” your boyfriend grumbled.
you couldn’t help but grin at his failure to appear tough. you knew kid loved how much you did for him. you wrapped your arms around his neck and placed a soft kiss on it. “all seriousness, i love you, okay? it’s always you.” your voice is seductive as you place chaste kisses along his jugular, not missing the way he subconsciously tilted it over to give you more access. “you forgive me, papa?”
kid’s cheeks flush red as he looks away from you. “stop that shit.”
you furrowed your eyebrows at him in confusion. “stop what?”
“being so irresistible. it’s pissing me off,” the red head grumbled. he hated how you always apologize for your actions—even if some of them genuinely were harmless and he was just being a big baby. “you’re probably fucking a new guy right now.”with a roll of your eyes you kiss the back of his scarred shoulder blades before standing up to grab your towel from the hook.
“whatever, eustass. last i recalled you’re the only one who stuffs me full every night but whatever helps you fucking sleep at night.” you were about to crawl out the bath but stopped when a metal hand grabbed your own.
you look down at the interaction between you and kid confused on what else he wanted to say. “your clothes are out on the bed. wasn’t sure which one of those stupid pajamas you wanted to wear so i chose the hello kitty and melody ones.” your lips can’t help but curve into a smile.
tears flowed down your face as eren mercilessly pounded into you. “baby’s feeling insecure, huh?” he grunted, barely two inches away from your face. droplets from his wet hair fell onto your own damp body, but you could care less. most of your energy had been gone in the shower anyway. “you really think i want her?”
eren’s words doesn’t process fully in your head because your cervix was too busy getting pounded into. the only sounds heard in your bedroom was the low grunts from eren and the headboard thumbing against the wall with every thrust of his hips.
“seen you crying today. don’t like it when my baby cries,” eren shakes his head, bringing his large hand down to your swollen cunt and begins rubbing it in firm circles. “gonna tell me what’s wrong, pretty baby?”
you remain silent as more tears flow through your eyes. but you’re bought back to attention when a large hand grabs at your throat and lightly squeezes it. “answer me, y/n.”
“s-seen you with her,” you choked out, too caught up in your own euphoria.
“you really think i want her?” eren repeated. he wanted to tell you to be fucking for real. but he knew how you got whenever mikasa got a little too close to him. she didn’t understand social cues and how to read the room like you did, so you didn’t press it too much. but today, she was closer than usual and you didn’t like it. “hm? gonna have to fuck you with my babies to get you to understand.” he grunted with each deep thrust.
you nodded your head, feeling nore tears come. at this point, you weren’t even sure if you were crying over the situation or how good eren was hitting it. but you were sure it was the latter.
“how many times i gotta tell you i only want you?” eren asked you. “i gotta to try another convincing method?” he questioned, running his hands across the curvaceous map of your body. man, he loved touching you.
you’re taken by shock at the sudden emptiness you feel in your lower core. eren pulls out, causing you to groan at the loss of contact, already feeling your lonely hole gape for the warmth of his cock.
“come back,” you whispered. you were so desperate, you nearly made toddler grabbing hands at him.
“no,” eren gruffed sternly, slightly offended by your previous silence. “you got me fucked up over this shit,” he mumbled to himself with a shake of his head. “see if this’ll convince you.” suddenly, you see your boyfriend get down on both knees and you feel the warmth on your cunt replaced with something else.
you let out a hot moan as your hands instantly fly to your breasts. “eren,” you breathed out. but you man wasn’t having it. whatever arousal mixed with his was in your cunt, he lapped it up with his long tongue in about 2.5 seconds.
eren licked, he sucked and he flicked on your puffy reddening cunt with every ounce of energy left in him, eating it so good you were sure you were gonna pass out from the aneurysm he was giving you. “oh, god!”
eren chuckled between your legs, clearly finding amusement in your prayer. “not my name, mama.”
you close your eyes and hold onto your boobs for dear life as you felt your third orgasm of the night approaching. and just to add a little fire to the flame, eren incorporated two of his fingers when it came to tongue fucking you. eventually, you couldn’t hold it.
with one scream, warm milky white liquid flowed from between your legs, instantly being lapped up bh eren’s still-moving tongue. and to make matters worse, boy had no shame in spitting on your cunt as you creamed all over his tongue. “mhmm just like that baby. just like that,” eren whispered, practically sucking the cum out of you.
he was so fucking nasty.
by the time he was done, he raced back up to your face and engulfed your tear-stained lips in his. eren didn’t even give you a chance to catch up with his pace; he was swallowing your lips whole, occasionally biting at your bottom one and pulling it teasingly.
“i’m sorry,” you apologized once you caught your breath. “i know there’s nothin’ with you and her but—“
you get cut off with another deep kiss. after that is one peck, then another. and another.
“love it when you get jealous like that, baby,” eren admitted, collapsing next to you. “you know it’s no one but you. don’t care if i gotta fuck you ten times for you to realize that.”
“i know,” you huffed. “but she’s so close to you i can’t help but wonder—“
eren looks down at you with an amused face. “you think i be eating her pussy the way i jus’ did yours?”
you roll your eyes and tease. “oh so you be eating her pussy?”
with a laugh, your boyfriend grabs your downturned face in his hands and kiss your pouted lips. “i only eat your pussy, my pretty baby.”
@noawithlove @roronoaswifey pushing the law is mixed agenda!!!
“baby,” your voice is soft as you lay down on the bed. “lemme ask you somethin,” law hums and flips through another page of his medical book. “this, is this something you really wanna do?”
your question catches the young medical student off guard. “what do you mean?”
“medicine. is it something you really wanna do? ya know, like on your own terms,” you ask curiously. you knew how enamored your boyfriend was with the anatomy of the body. all he ever talked w
law takes the time to shut his book and roll on his side to face you on your chest. “well, it has been for as long as i remember, yeah. my dad’s told me ever since i was a kid that he wanted me to be a doctor like him and my uncles when i grew up.”
you nod your head, remembering him telling you that a while back. “so you just, accepted it?”
“honestly i had no ideas on what i wanted to be. didn’t want to be an artist, didn’t want to be a fireman or anything like that. medicine seemed to be the only thing that felt right. my dad always told me i could be whatever i wanted, but always made sure medicine was an option for me. kinda like you and your mom.”
you nod again. your mother was a nurse and supported you in whatever career path you wanted to take, but always reminded you that there was always a spot for you in nursing. now in nursing school, it was actually how you and law ended up meeting—both sharing a love for helping people.
“why do you ask?” law curiously questions.
you roll your body to rest against his and throw your leg over his hip. placing your manicured hand against his face, you softly rub the hair of his goatee and look in his eyes as you talk. “dunno. i see how you are with your dad and just…can’t help but wonder if you’d ever change your mind about all this if you and him never got along.”
law was a nonchalant person at all times. he always came off as annoyed of his parents, even if all his mother and father did was harass his soul at his big age. law’s mother was trinidadian and his father was a Egyptian. of course there was career pressure on both ends from the spectrum—both parents wanting him to be better than they ever were—but with his father being a doctor himself—having built everything for his family from the ground up for nearly thirty years—the pressure to go into some type of medical field was harder.
law understood what you were trying to say though. he sighs lightly and rests his tattooed fingers on the curve of your hips. “honestly, it wss like that at first. i think i felt that way in high school. my dad’s always been so tough on me from a kid that i grew up to resent him after a while. i didn’t like his ‘tough love’ style of parenting,” he admitted. “but really, when i started taking the prerequisites freshman year, i fell in love with it. studying wasn’t such a drag anymore. i enjoyed taking organic chemistry 1 and 2–“
you hold your hand up to his chest. “imma need to stop you right there, mr. geek. orgo 1 nearly KILLED ME,” you shake your head. “i can’t even imagine having to take the second one.”
law can’t help but smile and shake his head at you, undoubtedly admiring how beautiful you looked in your pajamas. “all you had to do was ask me to tutor you, mama.”
your cheeks flush immediately. everyone in your classes knew how much of a crush you had on trafalgar law. they didn’t necessarily understand why, and st first they thought you only wanted to use him for answers since he was one of the top performers in the entire graduating class—but you loved law for law. though you were both on separate paths, you still wanted to take your own and do it your own way.
you kiss your teeth and playfully push his shoulders, hoping to hide your hot cheeks. “not too much on me. you knew i was too shy to talk to you back then.”
law smirks up at you as he leans over to peck your lips. “you’re not so shy when you’re sucking—“ you cover the boy’s lips as you hear his mother walk into the basement. law had his own little mini apartment downstairs of his parent’s house because residency as a med student payed shit and he refused to live on his own until he made a liveable wage. besides, he didn’t have to worry about not having homecooked meals.
your devious boyfriend begins licking long strikes up your hand and eventually takes your fingers in his mouth to suck on, away from the view of his mother. just like how he ate your pussy.
“baby, you two down here?” law’s mother called from the bottom of the staircase.
law pretends not to hear his mother as he moves your fingers from his mouth and grabs at your jaw, forcing you down on top of him to kiss him. “gimme just a few more. she’ll go away,” he whispered against your thick lips before swallowing you whole again.
law was addicted to your kisses. you could hear the sounds of both your puckering from just outside the room without trying to hard. you smiled against him trying to pull away when you heard his mother get close, but he wasn’t having it. finally letting up, he gave you three more consecutive pecs before sitting up and heading out to his living room area where his mother stood admiring his various awards. “hey mama. what’s up?”
following behind him, you smile at his mom. “food’s ready. baba’s here too. you two staying right?”
“of course,” you tell her. “and why didn’t you tell me you were cooking, mama! i woulda helped you.” you exclaimed, following the woman up the stairs.
law’s mother kissed her teeth. “girl please. you one of the only ways i could get law’s ass to come up and eat. i’ll be fine.”
law playfully rolls his eyes as he walks to the dining table and pulls out a chair for you. you were practically another child to both his parents. and that was proven when law’s father entered the kitchen and plastered a fatherly kiss on your forehead booming, “how is my wonderful princess doing today? studying hard?”
your cheeks heat up at the thought of the nasty action that would have taken place downstairs just a few minutes ago if las’s mom had not interrupted. you smile at the man brightly, nodding your head. “yes baba. your girl is working hard.”
you never thought law’s family would have loved you so much. you were scared to meet his parent’s for the first time because law always told you about how strict they were when he was a kid. they were extremely traditional and most of the times did things by the book. but the moment you greeted both his parents—they immediately loved you like their own.
“you must be in a good mood,” law chuckles as he hands his father a beer. you help his mom pass out plates and make sure the drinks are all settled o
“i am. i’m off for the next three weeks. surgery went well,” law’s father grinned.
law sighed heavily playfully rolled his eyes. “mama, baba’s gonna be a pain in our ass again.” as you hand him his plate, he smiles at you and pecks your lips. “thanks baby.”
law’s mother scoffs as she hands her husband a plate of curry chicken and brown rice. “our? you’re barely here. i’m the one that’s gotta deal with him.”
“i am not that much trouble to work with,” law’s father scoffed, accent heavy as he waved the table off. “i am a surgeon. it is my job to be difficult.” the grown man states proudly before digging into his delicious food.
you furrow your eyebrows and raise your hand awkwardly. “uh, baba, i don’t think—“
law waves you off. “don’t even bother trying to explain to this geezer.”
ex husband!zoro who’d do anything for you even without you having to ask.
ex husband!zoro who’d just finished his shift for the night constructing the block’s new set of apartment buildings. ironically, it was just a few away from your own.
ex husband!zoro who’d drive his pickup truck with sleep nearing on him no matter how many times you warned him to stop driving when he was exhausted. you even always offered to pick him up from his late shifts but he didn’t like you being outside alone after a certain time
ex husband!zoro who’d sigh in relief the moment he’d hit the hard rock of his air mattress. you two’d been separated for merely a year and he still didn’t find the urge to go out and buy real furniture. his air mattress was begging to be put down at this point.
ex husband!zoro who’d groan at the sound of his phone ringing. it was almost four in the morning, who the fuck would be calling him at this terrible time?
ex husband!zoro who’d squint his eyes down at the contact wondering who the fuck would be buzzing him at four in the morning. of course it had to be no one other than you.
ex husband!zoro who’d answer the ring and remain silent waiting to hear your excuse, you both knowing how much he valued his sleep, especially after a long day at work.
“heyyy, papa,” you’d giggle into the receiver. he instantly knew you were drunk because you always called him by your usual sweet names when you had liquor in your system. any other time, you’d refer to him as mosshead and asshole.
“mama it’s four in the morning,” zoro groaned lowly, rubbing his eyes. “you alright?”
you yawn. “i’m okay. just at a party right now. was wondering if you can pick me up. i was gonna take the train home but—“
“don’t,” zoro immediately sat up. god, his vision was nearly blurry from his lack of sleep, but he was always put you before anything. husband or not.
you frown and sway side to side, feeling the alcohol course your veins. “you sure, baby? i feel like i woke you.”
“of course you did,” zoro shook his head with a small smile on his face as he slipped on a random pair of pants from his laundry basket. “but what’s new. what’s your twenty?”
ex husband!zoro who’d grab the keys to his rusty old pickup truck you hated (but loved) so much and instantly make his way to you.
ex husband!zoro who’d pull up to find you sitting on a curb smoking a cigarette and looking up at the sky
ex husband!zoro who’d get out his truck and stand before you with his hand out. you’d look over at him and have a shit eating grin on your face.
ex husband!zoro who’d pull you into a tight hug from not seeing you for nearly three weeks. you’d both been so busy working, even though you were separated, it was strange for you not to see each other for more than a week
ex husband!zoro who’d guide your drunk self to his truck and strap you in, to which you’d thank him with a peck to his lips
ex husband!zoro who’d blush fire ref at your affection before kissing your forehead and heading back over to the driver’s seat
ex husband!zoro who’d kiss his teeth once he realized how far the party actually was from your house
“tch you always have to pick the far places, don’t you?” he shook his head at you.
you mirrored his actions and crossed your arms. “it looked fun.”
the mosshead rolled his eyes at your childish words. “i’m starting to think you like bothering me out my sleep to come get your drunk ass.”
“so what if i do,” the mutter of your words bring a smile to his face. “for better or worse, right?”
you’re surprised when his large hand grabs your own and rubs his callous thumb over the smooth of your skin. “it’s always for worse with you.”
“whatever. take me home.”
zoro knew that you meant his place. you always referred to it as home because it’s where he was. but to zoro, home was wherever you were.
ex husband!zoro who’d do anything for you without you even having to ask
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