portgas d. ace x f!reader. nsfw. blowjob, cursing, trash but need to write.
365 words.
if you used you brain for a couple seconds instead of putting all of your energy into ace, you would notice the man was in fact trying to explain you about the differences of turbo engines. you were the one who asked for him to do so, you were the one who decided to put a car video on the tv behind you. of course, it was quite arousing to make the ambient all car-centered. ace, being as nerd as possible, insanely fascinated by cars, did not complain about your kind of awkward fetish. and there he was, fulfilling your wish. pleasured and unbothered, talking about car engines and turbo stuff while you, kneeling in front of him, eyes wide open to pretend you were paying attention, sucked him off like a little hoe. oh, yes, a dumb little hoe, such a bimbo. "did you get it, babe?" he asked you after finishing the first part, but you did not want to take his dick out of your mouth to answer. instead, you nodded, bobbing your head up and down on his cock. tongue on his glande, sucking kindly; glande touching your throat, heavily breathing. you sure got what he was saying. you just could not repeat with your mouth so full. it would be quite embarrassing to admit you had not paid attention to a single word he said besides when ace took his shirt off, showed his strong arms and abs and said you could make yourself comfortable. "it's a mansplaining in exchange of a blowjob, isn't it?". ace even put a pillow under your knees so you could be a good whore and suck all of his legth while he said everything he had to. and oh, you never felt so pleasured. so aroused. you could feel your panties soaked, so wet it would even go down your inner thighs. it was feeling like paradise: you looked up, passed your tongue around his sensitive dick head and smiled before closing your eyes and having your hair pulled up. ace thrusted his cock into your mouth and you could cry of happiness. felt so good. "next time listen to what i'm saying, hm?"
kuroo x f!reader. dc. blowjob mentions, misogynistic, inspo in FEFE by that one rapper. bilingual; v. 1 em portuguรชs (soon in english).
kuroo se lembrava de ter comentado em algum vรญdeo seu uma sรฉrie de comentรกrios misรณginos e desagradรกveis. mas um em especรญfico nรฃo saรญa da mente. "futura esposa de alguรฉm", ele havia dito, "e nรฃo a minha porque eu quero alguรฉm de valor". claro. tinha aderido ao estilo de vida da geraรงรฃo, influenciรกvel e sem ideias prรณprias. e, de tanto pregar por aรญ que nem de graรงa te aceitaria, acabara nas mรฃos do destino que pregava uma peรงa. das boas. nรฃo se lembrava na hora de como havia chegado na divina situaรงรฃo de te ter ajoelhada na frente dele, com o cabelo preso e a maquiagem borrada, mas se lembrava do comentรกrio. a mente alternava entre segurar o prรณprio orgasmo pra nรฃo passar vergonha e sentir vergonha do que havia dito naquela rede social. todo mundo tinha visto. era levado como um cara foda no meio dos amigos por ter (tentado) abaixar a bola da chamada vadia que por coincidรชncia negou todos os caras do popular grupinho da misoginia. tinha moral pra dizer que nรฃo queria nem se vocรช fosse oferecida de presente; negava atรฉ a morte que se sentia atraรญdo. nรฃo "era dentro" mas nem fodendo, poderia jurar isso pela prรณpria alma de cara foda. mas por algum motivo que nรฃo lembrava tinha acabado ali. no banheiro da faculdade, com a bermuda abaixada e o pau babado, sentindo sua boca deliciosa mamar cada centรญmetro devagar. caralho. era bom demais. doรญa o ego que sรณ a porra, mas de jeito nenhum te diria para parar o que estava fazendo. era melhor que isso. era tรฃo melhor que ter o ego inflado pelo bando de caras que andava junto; era tรฃo melhor que receber mensagem de gurias no direct, chamando pra encontros sem segundas intenรงรตes e que deixavam a desejar. sua lรญngua era divina. vocรช aprendia bem - quieta, nรฃo reclamava quando kuroo embrenhava os dedos nos seus cabelos e metia. atรฉ gemia. uma vadia, era o que diziam. estavam certos, kuroo pensou, sรณ uma piranha assim pra chupar tรฃo gostoso. quando parava para respirar, vocรช sorria bonitinho e fazia cara de safada, fazia cara de quem se divertia em ver kuroo irritadiรงo porque nรฃo podia mais se gabar de te negar atรฉ o fim dos tempos. era um misto de sensaรงรตes que transpareciam no rosto e no pau duro, melado, sensรญvel. vocรช voltou a chupar a glande, os lรกbios antes pintados de vermelho envolvendo-a. seus olhos brilhavam, borrados ao redor pela mรกscara de cรญlios. era quase demonรญaca a maneira que vocรช encostou a lรญngua no frรชnulo e o fez gozar sem nem perceber. a explosรฃo de prazer que deveria acontecer foi arruinada e ainda assim, ao te olhar com o rostinho sujo, boquinha aberta e olhar sacana, decidiu de uma vez. dava pra chamar uma vadiazinha de sua mulher, nรฃo dava?
doflamingo x f!reader. nsfw/dark content. stepcest, somnophilia, implied age gap, degrading nicknames, God mentioned (lol)
1432 words.
The sight of you sleeping did not surprise himโDoflamingo knew you would look like an angel just like in every moment of the day. But looking like this, so close to your face, it only became more visible how much of a silly girl you were. The days were warm, so the nights. Then, instead of wearing your usual pajama set, with pants and a shirt, you replaced it with the prettiest pair of silky shorts and a tank top. You were a little dumb, too, he decided. Even wearing these teasing clothes, you did not lock your bedroomโs door nor covered yourself with a thin blanket. This way, how could he resist? Doflamingo did not look forward the opportunity. It just fell on his lap and he would never deny such thing. It had to be Godโs plan or something. He woke up too early to take your mom to the airport and, by the time he came back, he thought you would already be awake. As if he did not know you wellโthat day being a usual Saturday, you would never wake up before 9am. Doflamingo came in to invite you to take breakfast at the new French bakery you wanted to go, only this. But then the thought of being alone at home with you, a very rare event, hit him and he found himself by your bedโs side, appreciating your figure. You were a cute thing, for Godโs sake. Your face was so relaxed. Your mouth was parted, and from time to time you would pout only to separate your lips again. Doflamingo could not stop himselfโhe put his thumb on your mouth, just like you said once to him you would like for one to do. You were so drunk that day. If Doflamingo was the best of men, guilty would hit him that very moment. He was not, though. So he laughed alone, remembering how he used the fact you almost forgot your name to find out if you were trying to seduce your momโs husband or it was only his insane mind plotting. Of course, he was right. You admitted, murmuring between shy laughs, that you had been dreaming about having your body used by him in ways you never tried before. Therefore, he was doing nothing wrong. You asked for it. You continued to talk to him teasingly when your woman was not seeing and you felt no shame on calling your girl friends over and make them admit they would do anything to have him as their stepfather. You were silly only for not expecting that he actually would do something to you one day (even though he never thought about really invading your room before that morning). But now he was there and it was the perfect moment to make some of your fantasies come trueโand, of course, give him the taste of corrupting a young girl like you. The meal of the gods of lust; the forbidden fruit. He knew you were not a heavy sleeper, so fingers on your lips would be enough to disturb you even a little bit. It was too soft of him, so much unlike him. So weird to notice he was being quite gentle to the girl he absolutely wanted to rail. With a little bit of care, maybe, but rail. Fuck you deep. Put you on your knees and make you gag. Mark your face, your thighs, your ass. Bite your neck, your tits, your nipples; force you to ride him until your strength leaves your body completely and fuck his dick into you even when you lose your ability to talk like a human being. He wanted to leave you on your bed undone, your moans and babbles echoing in his mind as he works out, as he drives, as he talks in the business meeting. You would look so great like this, forgetting your name and remembering only his name. You would call him daddy, perhaps? Lord.
You moved your legs to a very useful position and Doflamingo could not handle the urge anymore. โYou asked for it, little whore,โ he whispered in your ear, lying down by your side. As expected, you shook your head as if you were annoyed, making noises. โYeah, donโt mind me,โ he continued to whisper. His hands went to your tank top, which covered nothing under your bellybutton, and pulled it up. This time, he could see your eyes opening a little. Not enough to say you were awake, but for sure not asleep anymore. You did not dislike the fact he was roughly rubbing your nipple with his fingers. You did not move his hand away when he decided to check all of you. Like a doll, you stood still as he squeezed your waist, your hips, your thighs. You even moaned when his light fingers passed on your inner thighs, so close to your cunt. Oh, he knew you would let him use you as he wanted when you finally woke up and, instead of screaming and telling him to go away, you only pretended to sleep again. โGood little whore,โ he murmured. You hummed back and Doflamingo laughed. So you liked the mean nicknames, hm? โTake that pajama off and be ready to be my breakfast. I came here to take you out. But dressing like a bitch, there is only one thing I can do for you.โ Doflamingo took his own clothes off in an instant. His cock was hard since the moment he noticed your parted lips; he needed to touch himself a bit while you slowly tried to take your shorts off. Slow girl, you were. He was not one to blame, it was arousing to see you that sleepy, but he wanted it fast. He held the sides of the short and put it down all at once, panties coming along. You tried to cover yourself, maybe too self-conscious now, yet he did not let you even close your legs. โKeep them open.โ He touched your inner thighs, your crotch. Your pubic hair was kind of cute and he appreciated how down there you looked like a grown-up woman already. As if you were not twenty years younger than him. You made some noises when he passed his fingertips on all of youโclit, cunt, ass; you squirmed a little, somewhat annoying but also sexy. Doflamingoโs patience was not big and when he noticed you were wet enough, he pushed two of his fingers into you. โYouโre not a virgin, are you?โ He asked, hoping for the answer to be no. He wanted you as fuck, but not as your first man. When you shook your head in negative, seeming desperate to his eyes, grabbing your thighs, the man pushed his fingers into you just a couple timesโto check if you were from the sensitive ones or you would take him like an expert hoe. God bless. Two tips touching your g spot were good, but not so good you could not take some more. โGreat cunt, pretty. Keep those eyes closed, do not say a word and keep those hot legs wide open to me. I wonโt say again.โ Like a good girl, you obeyed. He was not one to praise, but in his mind he loved your mother for how submissive and servient she raised you. Between your legs, he could see all of you. He could touch your boobs, fuck his finger inside you and press your tongue to make you choke. He could pass the tip of his cock all on you, feeling the wetness that was making him harder every second. A golden opportunity, God bless. Felt like heaven to finally fuck his dick all into you, all at once. No time for you to get used or whatever guys do when they are fucking a young girl. It was about his pleasure, now. Yours was a consequence. You were the perfect doll, the perfect girl to be used. Lord, so tight. So warm. The difference between his fingers and his dick were quite noticeable and, instead of having you taking him quiet, some moves and you were babbling, drooling, rolling eyes back. The little whore was strong, though: Doflamingo felt your hips moving and you squirming hard, squeezing his cock; he heard you begging for more and more and more. And, somehow, he knew you were talking about that not being the single morning that he would have you being fucked by him as a breakfast. God bless.
portgas d. ace x f!reader. nsfw. teasing, cockwarming, vanilla sex, established relationship.
1.998 words.
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Ace calls you for the thousandth time, joyfully saying your name followed by many nicknamesโyet you already told him many times youโre going, just need to finish your bath. Because hey, thereโs no way you get out of the bathroom with your body full of bubbles. But now youโre finally ready, smelling good and looking pretty as the girlfriend Ace always wanted to have, dressing one of the t-shirts he barely uses and bottom part covered with nothing but comfortable panties.
โHi, hi, baby, Iโm here,โ you approach him, sitting down on his gaming chair. Heโs, like usual, shirtless, in a bad posture, focused on his game. Messy hair falling on his eyes, fingers on the RGB keyboard. He looks so good even after spending the whole free day in front of the screen, doing something he didnโt tell you until you were taking a shower, saying it was a surprise. โLetโs see your Minecraft house, hm?โ, you murmur, giving him a peck on his cheek.
Ace blushes with your voice tone, soft as youโre talking to a baby. He tries to hide his pout, so close to start being very clingy, but you see it anywayโand kisses his soft lips, placing yourself on his lap and staring at the screen with a pink Minecraft house highlighted.
โSee, I made you a pink house with glass rooftop,โ he proudly shows it to you, like a child showing his first paintings. His eyes shine as he walks around the gameโs house, opening the doors to show you every detail he spent the day thinking of. โDid you like it?โ
You loved it. Itโs so pretty, so cute, full of little flowers on the corners, just like you ever wanted to have. You jump a little on his lap, exploring more details of the little pink house, and Ace exhales, widening his eyes. Youโre such a tease, knowing your booty is so close from his needy cock, and playing dumb to annoy him.
โI love it, baby,โ you say, leaning on his chest, unnecessarily rubbing your bare ass on his body. You smile a little, aware of his cock getting hard under you, but say nothing.
โYeah, now look at this one,โ Ace tries to ignore the constant touch of your skin on his crouch by opening another world in the game, to show you the mansion he created when he was really bored and missing you.
You nod, but youโre not paying attention anymore. You hold his thighs, move your hips back and forth as he shows you the white mansion, not having the proud smirk on his lips anymore. He looks a little bothered, frowning and unsure of what to do. Last time you said you didnโt want to disturb his games by sitting on his lap, even when he asks you to do so, but what if you are in the mood to maybe give him some good pussy while he creates his new world?
Ace is not going to deny it, if you want to.
โYes, yes, baby, this would look very good,โ you answer one of his questions, not sure of what are you talking about. Your eyes are closed, and you only is aware of his hardening cock pressing your soaked panties. You really try to be the tough one, but youโre as sensitive as hisโyou sit on his lap and see his pretty face and thatโs enough to have you all wet.
The wetness of your panties is starting to be a little annoying, Ace thinks. He breathes loudly in your ear, and lets go the keyboard to grab your waist. He kisses your neck, slow and wet pecks that have you shivering and rubbing yourself harder on his cock.
โWant to do something else, baby?โ he murmurs in your ear and comes back to kiss your jaw line, cheeks. You turn your face to the side and press your lips on his, a desperate match of tongues and teeth that makes your cunt throb in need. You look at him, smiling, after breaking the kiss, and put his hand on the keyboard again.
โMinecraft is really interesting,โ you affirm, placing a hand on his lower belly, teasing to touch him further. โNo need to distract yourself because of me, right? Iโll do the workโ
God, you really do the work. Ace shakes his head and tries to remember what he should click to insert a block on his mansion, but heโs not able to do it. Not when you put your hand inside his boxers and rub the tip of his cock with your cold thumb. Not when you start to jerk him off slowly, because you donโt want him to be confused about his game.
Impatiently, you grab one of your tits, squeezing and pinching your nipple softly, the other hand touching Ace. You put your legs around his thighs, and lean forward, pulling the t-shirt up so he can see more of your skin. Ace forgets heโs not supposed to distract, sighing at the view of your ass jiggling and begging for his touch. He leaves the mouse and the keyboard, finally, and divides his attention between your perfect tits and your delicious booty, watching you using his leg to get off. Youโre moaning, crying his name as you feel his muscle against your core and sensitive spot. Itโs never enough, though, so you stand up for a little moment, stopping to touch Ace, who pouts and asks why.
โAre you leaving me like this, baby?โ his voice is so clingy, so baby-like, and you pout too, looking back at him.
โIโm distracting you, arenโt I?โ you sound guilty, but lowers your panties at the same time. Ace sees your dripping cunt for a single moment before youโre sitting back on his lap, rubbing his length along it. He moans with the touch, very needy. โCan you put more flowers on my house, hm? I think it would be so cute with a red one along with the bookshelfโฆโ
Ace canโt deny you a thing. Despite his wish to bend you over and fuck you, he inhales and looks for your world, your pink house, the red flowersโas you pull down his boxers and lets his tip teasing your wet, needy cut. You bite your lip, watching his moves on the screen quite inaccurate. Then you lower your body, his cock entering you, burning your walls with pleasure, and heโs even more lost. You make yourself comfortable, moaning as you take every inch inside you. He thinks heโs going to die when you stop, his entire dick into your pussy, and lies down in front of the keyboard.
He chuckles, and makes you move your hips to the sides, feeling him deep. A moan leaves his and your mouth and youโre pleased, moving a little more.
โFeels so good, Ace,โ you whine. But soon you stop again. โWhen you put the flowers let me know, hm? Iโll move when youโre done,โ your voice is innocent, not teasing like the content of your phrase is. Youโre as needy as he is, but Minecraft comes first, isnโt it?
"Isn't he that guy, Zori?", you hear one of your friends saying, and you follow her gaze.
He's sitting down with his weird friends, roughly eating his lunch, with no manners. You roll your eyes and let a smirk show on your lips. He's such a troglodyte, talking without finishing biting his food, walking around with a shirt all wet from sweating the whole day. Gross, guys like him are fucking disgusting and you have the right ti tell him he is being ridiculous.
Zoro it's his actual name and he doesn't seem to give a fuck about your mean words. He even answers you sometimes, asking if you're too bored with your main affair to keep away from him. It never stops to be funny, though, so you're disturbing him every opportunity you have.
Standing up, you walk towards his table, already feeling lots of eyes on you. They like when you're mean to that insignificant man and the attention you receive is worth itโquite funny to think Zoro looks like a man who could hit and speak to you mercilessly, but he barely does. His eyes don't hide his anger for you, as yours don't hide your disgust when you finally are in front of him and his idiot friends.
"Didn't your parents give you a class of manners when you were a child?", you mock, pointing your finger. "I mean, why are you so dumb?"
Like ever, Zoro doesn't give a fuck. He looks at you like he's bored with the sight of your body. You're the girl seniors and juniors would pay real good money for having a word with and he ignores you as if you are a piece of bubblegum glued on his shoes.
The feeling is the worst. Used to have all eyes on you, men trying to hide how they're rock hard around you, women praising and asking about your beauty routine, it's hard to admit you're not getting his attention. So you keep annoying the poor guy. Maybe one day he finds out you're more than what he deserves.
"Oh. You have no parents to take care of you, I suppose?", you try again, seeing him starting again to eat his lunch. He drinks his juice with stupid sounds, he eats with his mouth open and doesn't care about your face. He acts like you're just an annoying insect and that's all.
You sit on his table, legs in front of his food. This time he looks at you even more angry, both of his hands closed in tight fists. You smile, watching his reactions.
"Are you going to hit me, Zoro?", you joke. If he says a word or a move that confirms it, you can fuck him badly, maybe even causing him to be arrested? It would be interesting.
However he just stares at your bare thighs, put into a mini skirt, and stands up. Standing still, he's taller than you, and his silhouette is a little bit intimidating. But you just keep smiling, waiting for his answer.
โTell meโ, you press.
He ignores you once more, walking and leaving the refectory as your colleagues keep whispering and laughingโat you or at him, you prefer to be oblivious. You donโt waste a minute and follow him to the hall, your tennis hitting the floor with extra strength. Fucking idiot. Why doesnโt he just answer you? It wasnโt even a difficult question.
The way he closed his hands almost made you tremble. His eyes were shining with a feeling that you couldnโt really understand. Like if he could hit you right there and make you behave like a damn normal girl, not just a bully bitch. Hm, you think. Maybe he is thinking he can tame you if he ignores you.
But youโre a dumb, needy and spoiled girl. You need attention, you need people talking about even if it is to call you a stupid hoe or wishing you go to hell. And, since Zoro is the one who didnโt care at all about all your features, heโs going to pay the price.
Already paying, you conclude. Having a girl like you around is a big torment and youโre not giving up until the day the activity of being a bitch for him gets old.
Probably before the end yearโwill he miss the crumbles of attention you give him?
When you finally get to where he is, you regret instantly. Sitting down next to an empty room, the one famous for being a fuck place, he seems to be quiet and relaxed, drinking his water. When he hears you, he gives that bored gaze.
โYour hideout isnโt very original. Or efficientโ, you point to the roomโs door, smirking. โI can even bet thereโs a couple fucking behind you. Isnโt that one who has cum of every man around?โ
Zoro sighs.
โLeave me aloneโ, you hear him murmuring impatiently.
You pop your tongue, putting your hands on your waist. With a raised eyebrow and a malicious smile, you probably look better than any other girl would be if doing the same.
โOtherwiseโฆ What are you going to do?โ, you ask, faking an innocent tone.
โWhatever I want to do with youโ, Zoro responds, this time heโs the one smiling. But it doesnโt reach his eyes and you take a step backwards.
โYou know if you try to rape me or anything Iโd have you on jail on a single day, donโt you?โ, you keep talking, threatening. Youโre not really afraid heโs thinking of doing it, so your words have the single intention to scare him.
Youโre powerful and trusted. If you say Roronoa Zoro, that weird guy, was trying to fuck you against your will, heโs fucked up forever. No scholarship, no playing on the football team, no fucking stepping into this place.
You just need to wait for him to say a suspect word and heโs done.
Instead of being afraid, he laughs.
โWhy would I even want to rape you? If I wanted to youโd be crawling on my feet and asking for head pats and I wouldnโt even need to ask for itโ.
You clench your jaw, pissed off. Motherfucker. Dirtbag. Gross man. Rude piece of shit. He has no manners and a very good way to step on your ego, painfully hitting what is the worst for you. And it isnโt about the rape thing he saidโfuck it, anyway. But youโd never do a thing this idiot wants.
Opening your mouth to speak, you start and soon he interrupts you.
โI bet youโd beg for it. Donโt you think so?โ
He stands up, tall over you, his strong body being intimidating as fuck, right now.
โBut youโre too stupid for me. I donโt need aโโ
โIโd never beg you a thing. Not even a drop of water if I was thirstyโ, you say. Your voice is shaky, higher at every word you say, sounding like a brat child. You feel your tongue especially dry and you gulp after interrupting him.
You wanted to sound as annoyed as he always seems to be around you. However, who do you want to lie to? Whoโs going to buy all your bullshit if your friends arenโt around? Youโre weak, the stereotypical figure of a bully and bimbo girl.
Rich, stupid, cocky and fake.
Gross just the way Zoro eats, maybe?
And, despite all of your friends pretending to be blindโas you do with themโ, Zoro sees the dirt under your makeup and expensive clothes. He doesnโt like it at all and you might admit, one day, that he is right to hate you.
โEnterโ, he suddenly says. The classroomโs door is open, the darkness inside only letting you see the silhouette of a few desks. Itโs a gross room, smells like mold and if any of your classmates sees you inside it, youโre over.
Itโs a promise you made to yourselfโnever ever enter this room, especially with a man.
Somehow, you stupid brain yet decide to follow him into the darkness. And before you can step back and go away, maybe skip the last classes of the day, the door is locked and the damn key is inside his pantsโ pocket.
Like you already knew, the classroom smells bad. Since is an useless one, it only has a few broken desks and, when you turn the trembling lamp on, it has an old shirt on the floor, condom packagesโit gives you an instantly stomach acheโand Zoro, sitting on the floor. Gross, again.
You can count him as dirt, canโt you?
โSitโ, he suggests, looking at you with that neutral ridiculous face.
โNo. Give me the key and let me goโ, you yell, tapping your foot on the carpet. โI donโt want to stay here with you, dirtbag. This room smells like shit and itโs your entire faultโ.
Zoroโs face is now contorted in confusion. You ask what the fuck it is, playing with the doorknob.
โYou followed me because you wanted toโ, he points to the door.
โYou coerced me to do itโ, you protest. โI want to go away, I have classes in ten minutesโ.
โIn ten minutes you can goโ.
You donโt mind answering this time. Fucking troglodyte. You turn the lights off again, hating how the day is annoyingly hot and this room has no AC or a fan. You keep staring at the door, breathing loud and heavy. Youโre sure he can listen to your low angry words, calling him names and telling him to fuck off, but he never says a thing about it.
Zoro is ignoring you again and shit hurts. You turn back to throw on him more mean words, but, even without nothing but a little light coming from the shutters, you see him very well and your heart races as your face gets hot.
Your whole body gets hot, to be honest.
Zoro just took his shirt off for no fucking reason. Maybe because itโs hot, heโs a man and he is sure you only look at him with hate. As it should be, if he wasnโt a fucking hot man.
Fuck him. Fuck him a million times, you curse. But your mind is evilโmaybe you want to fuck him a million times just with the sight of his muscled torso.
Motherfucking pervert. He did it on purpose, didnโt he? For you to see his arms and forearms, soft skin with visible high veins on them. That chestโhell, it must be his favorite part to work outโis insanely hot. And it only gets better. Before you even notice or allow your eyes to, youโre staring at his abs and, of course, the V-line he must be proud of.
You want to touch him. So badly, you want to touch his six packs and chest and find where that V-line ends. You donโt care Zoro is probably sweating and not smelling very good, you want to trace his body with your fingertips and put the memory into a special place in your mind.
If he asked to, youโd even feel it under your mouth.
But youโd never say it out loud.
โWhy did you take your shirt off? It isnโt arousing or anything, if you want to show offโ, you look away, lifting your chin. Liar, you know youโre acting like one.
โTake a look closer, stupid, maybe youโll find out that I donโt care what you think of meโ, he teases you, mocking voice making you even more pissed off. His eyes are closed, like heโs about to take a nap.
It would be good if it happened. If he sleeps, you can stare at his fucking godly hot body without any shame. You can even approach and touch him slightly, he doesnโt seem to have a sensitive skin or to be ticklish.
โIโm good here. If I come close Iโm probably dying with your bad smellโ, you say and give up on standing still, squatting in a place it seems to be less dirty, watching the walls and door with a painfully wish to look to the right and see his body. Damn. Arts homework from at least five years ago isnโt as interesting as Zoro.
Just the way you thought, Zoro falls asleep. He is a low snorer, his mouth stays open as he napsโgrossโbut doesnโt seem to be disturbed by small noises you do from time to time, complaining about how the time seems to be stopped.
The clock says youโve been there for only four minutes and you doubt he is letting you go when it turns ten minutes.
After a couple minutes, you feel braveโcurious, aroused tooโenough to approach him. Zoro doesnโt seem to notice when you pass your fingertips on his flexed biceps, so you keep touching him until youโre feeling his chest muscles under your skin. And, god, how could you know the simple act of seeing and slightly touching a man could be that arousing?
And he frankly smells good. Not like an expensive perfume, but a little bit of sweat and a cologne. It fits him very well, and you almost desire to lay your head on his chest and feel it better.
You can feel you panties wet as it never is when youโre around him. What a shame, you think, disgusted of your own traitor body. Shit. You keep your moves and soon youโre there, staring at his hips bone highlighted by the V-line. Youโd always been weak for this part of men and Zoroโs abs is especially better than anyone elseโs.
You canโt help but press a little harder. You want to use your nails and leave your mark on his skin, but itโs too risky. Suddenly you remember that the key you want is around, and your hand goes down, dangerously touching his pantsโ fabric until you can put your fingers into the pocket.
You feel observed, but when you stare at his face he looks as calm as before you approach, so you continue to look for the key. When you finally get it, fingers wrap around your wrist. Your legs shake and a shiver goes down your spine when you look up to see Zoroโs fucking cocky smirk.
โI said Iโd give it to you when the time is overโ, he chuckles. โTake it and go away. I donโt want to look at your faceโ.
His words are rude. With your legs shaking so hard you take a few seconds to recover, you walk away from the famous room. At least he doesnโt seem to know you were touching his skin with wonder.
Zoro would make fun of you with this, wouldnโt he?
Once it's Saturday again, you feel better about what happened days ago. Zoro keeps ghosting your deepest thoughts, but you can push it away easily. To end this problem at once, today you're hanging out with your friends, at a fancy restaurant known for having pretty waiters. You'd even think about letting any of the guys have your phone to a fuck date. Zoro doesn't mean a thing for you and you can do whatever you prefer.
Thinking about it, you leave the bathtub, wrapping yourself around the fluffy towel. You rapidly put your lingerie on, a comfortable set in a lacy pink fabric, admiring yourself on the full length mirror. Your body looks very pretty decorated with the lingerie set, and you wonder if you were the one who took the shirt off, Zoro would admire you as you do. Damn it. You shouldn't be thinking about him. You sigh and go dress up, the short skirt and a cute cropped with thin fabric. Tennis is your first choice, but you replace them with comfortable sandals.
Once you like what you see, you do your makeup. While you draw with the eyeliner around your eyes, you think of yourself crying and having a blurred make up as you get fucked dumb. Obviously, he's the first you think of. He'd laugh at your tears, probably, stupid like he is. Thinking too much, you do your eyes makeup heavier than usual. You complete with a bimbo-girl-red lipstick, catch your purse and go downstairs, where your parents are waiting for youโmom and dad gladly will take you to the restaurant, so you can drink alcohol without worrying about driving back home.
When you reach the entrance of your big house, the motherfucker man that keeps inside your brain is casually talking with your parents. Waiting a minute to show up, you listen to what they're talking about. Bullshit like car sports and how his car seems to be a loved one. Probably Zoro has an old vintage car, large enough to fuckโ
Damn it. Don't think about it. You enter the room and your parents greet you.
"We didn't know your friend would come over to pick you up, darling", your mom says, lovely, catching her own purse and holding onto your father's arm. "He said you're going together, so we are going now, daughter"
"Hey, but I didn'tโ", you start, but Zoro approaches and uses his thumb to clean a fake dirt from your cheeks. You fluster, but push his hand away.
"Be quiet", he commands. Dumbly, you obey and watch your parents leaving the room and soon the house. Then you're alone with a hell of a person Zoro is.
It can't be worse.
"I'm calling someone if you don't leave me at the place I need to be", you warn him, angrily staring at his eyes.
"Calm down e show me your room, dumb Barbie", he chuckles, going to the stairs without being invited. Doesn't he have good manners? God.
"Hey!", you yell, but he doesn't turn back. Instead, he keeps going upstairs, until he's on the last step, looking down with a cocky smirk.
"The more you refuse to follow me, the more you're late to your date. Would your friends like to know you're late because of me?"
You jump to the stairs when he starts to follow towards your roomโthere's no doubt he already understands what's your room, since the open door has a childhood age tag with your name. And it's baby pink. The whole decoration. You feel embarrassed when Zoro reaches your room and looks around with a mocking expression. When you stay by his side, he looks at you with the same joking eyes.
"Do you take the stuffies off when you're having sex?", he asks.
You hit his biceps with your shoulder, but he doesn't move any centimeter. You walk to your bed and put the medium white teddy bear under your pillows, hiding him.
"Don't fucking ask me things like this, you pervert", you answer. "Get out of here, I need to go".
Zoro ignores. You start to think he's with you just to be a pain in the ass, moving your stuff on your desk, turning lights on and off like a kid. When he sits on your bed, you turn around and discover the door is closedโlockedโand there's no sign of your keys.
That bullshit again?
He lazily take his fucking shirt off as you keep staring at him, about to scream for him to give the keys. But once again you're hypnotized with the sight of his sculptural body. This time, you don't need to get closer to smell his natural scent mixed with a strong perfume.
"Wear that shit, Zoro", you say loudly. "I don't want to see you half naked. You're gross". Gross, but the thought of approaching and touching him further sounds attractive. You sigh.
"You seemed to like it the other day", he teases, lying down on your bed, watching the LED lights turning pink, then blue, then pink again. He looks at you. "You even touched. Remember?"
You sure do. Remember as it happened a few minutes ago, his warm skin under your fingertips, his heavy and calm breath, the way you touched his V-line and thought about what comes next. It made your legs weak and your cunt fucking wet, never stopping even after using fingers and damn toys to forget about it. It wasn't enough, though. He's the one you want to have, his fingers are what you want to feel buried into your core.
Instead of admitting it, you look away.
"I didn't touch you. I was looking for the key", you babble, dumbly. Fucking liar, not even you believe in your words. "Give me my key, I won't ask again"
Zoro shakes his head in a negative answer. He has his phone on his hand and points to it. You get your own, about to call your friends. Maybe they can pick you up.
Zoro seems to approve of what you're doing. You sit on your bed as well, far away from the annoying man, and wait for your friend to answer.
When she does, somehow he is conscious about it and comes closer, pulling your phone and putting it on speaker mode. He's right behind you, chest almost touching your back. You feel your mind dizzy and nervous when he whispers: "Answer. Tell her you're staying with me tonight".
You deny, "Wait a minute, sis", and put the call on mute.
"If you do what I say, I'll let you touch me again, but the way you truly want", his words are almost tender if it wasn't for the way his finger is on your neck and collarbone.
"Fuck off", you reply and go back to the call.
"You're not coming?", your friend asks. "We're just waiting for you"
Instead of properly asking for help, you freeze. Zoro's fingers are on your bare waist, slowly tracing your sensitive skin.
"Iโฆ", you start. But Zoro picks the phone out of your hand before you finish.
"She's busy sucking my dick, girl. You can hang out later", and the call is over before you can deny it.
For god's sake. Don't let them recognize who said that shit on the phone. Don't let you think too much about how it was hot and interesting, making your panties soak. Don't let you thirst like this, eager for the moment you finally will get to touch his cock.
"Don't touch me", you push his hand away before he starts to finger under your cropped. You look at him, angry. "What the fuck is your problem? I'm going today, you idiot".
He frowns, probably thinking of you as a stupid girl. He always looks at you like this, yet you're not used to how low it makes you feel. "Let's bet on something. If you want to go, just spread your legs and let me see you're neither wet nor thinking of me", Zoro suggests. "If you prove that to me, I will give you the key."
You raise an eyebrow, instantly pressing your thighs together. No. You're not going to do it. Never.
"No way, piece of dirt", you answer. "You're the one dreaming about me. Let me see you're not hard and you give me it."
"It what? My dick?" You roll your eyes. "Just show me already", you ask.
You have no intention to show how shamely wet you are, but it would be funny to check on him. Maybe even giving more material for your imagination to work on your fantasies. You can't deny you want to see what's under his pants, after the V-line. And he has no shame to show you, finding it almost cute when you look away, then look again at his pants.
"See? I'm cool. You're the one aroused", he smirks.
He's not lying. You can see him super chill, not even bothered by the thought of you giving him a blowjob. Or by touching your skin the way you didโand felt turned on. He's normal, his mind doesn't betray him like yours. He probably doesn't even feel attracted to you.
You lost the unsaid bet, so Zoro keeps hiding the key. This time you can't see its silhouette on his pocket. Or even worse, he might have put this into his underwear, like a grossing man. The thought gets you making a grimace.
"What's wrong?", he asks. He doesn't care, though you answer that it is nothing. "Feel free to prove to me I'm wrong to think you're wet just because you're next to me", he jokes, blinking an eye.
"Shut up, pervert", you say, your hand slapping his face.
He pulls your wrist far from his face before you repeat it. He comes closer, the tip of his nose almost touching yours. His eyes are burning and you wonder if it's the day he's going to hit you back. But he smirks, pressing his fingers onto your wrist.
"Didn't your parents give you a class of manners when you were a child?", Zoro says exactly the same words you did days ago. Staring at your mouth he continues. "I mean, why do you talk like a dumb bitch?"
You can bet he's going to kiss you. His lips are so, so close, and you wait for the moment they reach yours. You don't feel like answering, just waiting. He's going to kiss you, isn't he?
Zoro is pleased with your needy expression. It's enoughโnow he knows you're just playing dumb and acting like you don't want, don't need him. So he frees your wrist.
"You're going to pay for it, soon, Barbie", his tone is as serious as ever. Your skin burns where he touched. "I'm not your toy for you to hit me like this."
"You're just a ridiculous man. I don't care about you", you mumble, less braver than before, looking down, where his abs are. You can't let yourself be fucked up because of a piece of hot body with no brain added. Zoro keeps watching you silently. His eyes analyze each move you make, every breath you take, every twitch of your shaky body. He probably knows his threat did nothing but left you even more wet, your panties starting to be annoyingly soaked. You need to take it off. But you can't imagine the humiliation it would be to take it off and Zoro gets the proof you're aching for him. Dreaming of him.
Damn it.
You're lost. You want him to leave so you can find the hot waiters, but you also want him to stay and make you pay for the slap on your face. Maybe he's going to hit your ass a few times? You're not the kinkier, but you can handle this.
Yes, you can and could even ask for it. His hands are fucking pretty, heavy and strong. Probably look great holding your waist as he thrusts into you with the other hand stroking your clit.
In your dreams, he'd even let you cum.
Speaking of hand, it's on your waist again.
"I can hear your filthy thoughts from right here, dumb Barbie", Zoro calls you that stupid nickname once more. "If you tell me all of them and ask like a good bitch, I can do what you dream".
Can he?, you wonder. You're too weak, ready to fall into his trap, admitting you want him bad. God. Don't give in, don't give in, don't give in.
"Seeing you like a lost puppy is quite funny, you know?", his fingers go to your cropped top fabric, slowly rubbing your hard nipples over it. You push his hand, yet you want him to continue. "I think of how many ways I can break you down", his voice is just a whisper in your ear, closer than ever. "But I'd put you back together again if you deserve."You leave the bed, walking fast until youโre not close to him anymore. In front of the mirror, you feel pity about all your pretty outfit and makeup. You look good today, ready for getting some dick and now youโre stuck with this thing.
โFuck off, troglodyteโ, you murmur, showing the middle finger behind you. โYou annoy me. I was so good today, ready for finding a man that can actually treat me right and you donโt let me go. Are you in love with me or something?โ
Zoro goes to where you are, laughing at your words. You notice that, again, your voice is sounding quite bad and high, and self consciousness makes you embarrassed. You feel like hitting him again, or maybe kicking him in his balls? He deserves it, anyway. The man keeps silent until the moment he is behind you, just a few centimeters separating the two of you. He stares at you in the mirror, devilishly approaching his hands from your waist again. The part of exposed skin you have is hot under his touch, his cold fingers being awfully perfect to touch you.
You want more. But if you keep thinking things like this, you will not be able to hide how wet, aroused you are. How much you want himโa flaw of yours: your eyes are like an open book. It would take him just a few seconds to understand what the meanings of your desperate gazes are.
When his chest touches your back, you feel like pressing your legs and ass onto his body. It doesnโt matter if he's not hard or something. You just want to feel something and relieve the secret you keep between your legs. Squeezing thighs is not enough anymore, you need something else.
Maybe he is thinking of using his fingers to touch you down there.
You close your eyes, not wanting to see him anymore. Zoro has his unusual green hair, lazy eyes and a mouth that talks shit too much for you to think itโs good to feel it. His torso is completely hot, his hands are something more than other hands youโve felt. His fingers are calloused, hard and thick. They might feel good inside you. No, they wouldnโt. You canโt think otherwise.
โLook at the mirror, dumb girlโ, you hear him saying. Rude words, calling you names you donโt like to hear. Then why does it feel good when it comes from his smooth and low voice? Why do you want to hear even the worst names? You open your eyes and see yourself, Zoro behind you and that motherfucking hand going to your neck. You gulp a second before he wraps his fingers around itโwhy didnโt you stop him?
โDo you want me to touch you?โ, he asks.
You shake your head in a negative answer, face contorting.
โI donโt, dirtbagโ, you roll your eyes.
His fingers press your skin a little more, and your breath becomes heavy and fast. He seems to like the way your chest is up and down because of it, shamelessly staring at your cropped top. But soon he looks at your eyes again.
โWatch your own eyes and tell me youโre not lying. Can you?โ
Itโs not a simple question. Can you? Heโs commanding and controlling the fuck you should say. He already saw the lust and desire in your eyes; youโre lost anyway. If you tell him the truth things could even be easier. Although you prefer to fake it.
โIโฆ No, I donโt want youโ, you say. Fuck. Shaky voice doesnโt help you to lie.
He smirks.
โOh. Your parents didnโt tell you how ugly it is for pretty girls to lie in such a way?โ
"I am noโ", you try to defend yourself, but Zoro speaks first.
"If you get on your knees right now and apologize", his hands go to your chest, then your waist, and he stops to hold your hips. You can't help but shake your hips side to side, not sure if to make him stop touching you or to feel his body behind you. He strokes the skirt's fabric slowly and you find yourself almost crying for a few more touches. "You can have the honor of having that stupid mouth of yours full of my dick. Isn't it a great idea?"
His eyes are fucking filled with evil. His smirk is fucking hot, but scary as well. You see in the mirror when he pulls your skirt up and finger your thighs until he's so damn close to your soaked panties. No, no, no. He can't touch you there. Zoro can't find out more proves that he makes you stupid and thinking of fucking dumb while you hug your pillow.
Because, of course, if you ever fuck him, you're not going to see his face, his cocky smirk. He's so gross. His fingers come closer and when he accidentallyโyou thinkโhits your clit, you tense your body, hearing your own voice. It's not you, though. You'd never moan with such a small touch.
The confirmation that Zoro heard it as well is his hands on your shoulder again, rapidly. "Get on your knees", he whispers. You deny doing as he said, yet your legs tremble to kneel. It takes your whole strength to resist the temptation.
But then he murmurs again. "I'm not telling again. I'll leave you alone and you'll never get the fuck you want", and you fall on your knees, embarrassed to watch your own gaze through the mirror. The girl's eyes are pitiful, like you're the worst person in the world.
You betrayed yourself, after all.
Although, it feels great when you look up and find Zoro's eyes satisfied. He seems to be about to tell you are a good girl. Because you are, aren't you? You did what he said, you deserve praise. You deserve a deep kiss, fingers pushing your panties to the side and fucking you, your legs around his face as he eats you out. You're so good. You need to receive it.
Zoro doesn't agree, though. He turns around and sits on your bed once more, spreading his legs as he looks at you with a gaze that makes you feel small, insignificant like a fly.
Dumbly, you don't stand up when he tells you to come closer. You feel your face all hot as you approach, your pride being stepped every second. It tastes bitter like humiliation and you suddenly feel afraid that Zoro is going to make your taste your own poison.
No, you're sure he's doing it. He's already started.
Zoro pats your head when you're in front of him, between his legs, leaning your arms on your thighs. With one hand caressing your hair and forehead, the other goes to your cheeks. He smirks before doing the same you did to himโprobably a weaker smack than you gave him, but hurts as hell because of how much you like it. For god's sake.
You open your mouth. That must be a hoe's instinct, to be in front of a man and be ready to suck him off until he says he's bored with your mouth. Zoro likes to see your face when you notice it and press your lips together, biting them, rolling eyes to the top and sighing like you're not feeling good. But both of you know you're in your natural position. He's ready to break you and you're ready to give him what he needs to do it.
"Did you forget about the main part? Apologize", you listen to his low voice.
You deny it. No way. You can't say you're sorry for being annoying and an idiot. Because you're not. You love feeling superior when you talk to Zoro at school and you don't regret a word.
Instead of telling you this, you play his game. Just for today, you promise.
"I'm sorry, Zoro. Didn't mean to be so bad to you", you say. Your voice is not pitiful enough, your eyes are lazy and not even a single tear.
Bad liar.
You watch Zoro analyzing your face as he strokes your nape, sometimes even pulling your hair. He hums, maybe thinking of ways to make you pay for your lies?
"You didn't, uh?", he finally says. "But I meant to be mean", he's shameless to say it, thumb rubbing your lips. "Suck", he commands.
Zoro pushes his finger into your mouth. You pretend to accept it, curling your tongue around, but soon you bite mercilessly. It must have hurted, yet he doesn't wave and continues to press your tongue under his thumb, staring at you with funny eyes.
"Are you angry?", Zoro asks. You don't get the chance to say, because he puts two different fingers inside your mouth, pushing them in and out. You feel your lips full of your own saliva, it drooling to your chin.
You hate how it feels good. His fingers are long and you think of him doing the same moves inside your cunt. You sit on your legs to press your thighs together and relieve the pressure, but he pulls you up by your hair.
"I know you're desperate for having a cock inside you, dumb girl. It's all you can think about now, isn't it? But I didn't say you can move", Zoro pushes his fingers once more until it's touching your throat. You almost choke and your eyes fill up with tears.
"Good."
His hands leave your body. Zoro isn't touching any part of you anymore and you miss it. You keep looking at the man's fingers, previously inside your mouth, as he strokes himself over the fabric of his pants. Take it off, you think. Please, take it off and have a small dick that turns me off. It could be your salvation, see that he's nothing really interesting and you're not losing a shit by kicking him out of your room.
Thanks to your faithful thoughts, he unzips his pants and pushes them down, underwear staying teasingly. . Thanks to them once more, youโre wrong even before the time he will decide to finally take the underwear off. His V-line is even more highlighted and you can see the fucking happy trail disappearing down there. You want to touch it so bad. Please, please, please. Let me touch you. You want to feel how hard he is because of you, you want to feel him under your fingers, inside your mouth, inside your core. You want him. So fucking much.
Zoro laughs at your pleading eyes and you shake your head, lifting your chin up.
โWhat is it about?โ, you ask, as if you are completely sick at the sight of his cock. โDonโt even ask me to touch this, colleague, Iโm not getting my hands dirty.โ
Again, he chuckles. Using his hand to tease himself, slowly stroking where you can see a darker part on the fabric, he replies.
โAre you afraid to like it?โ
โNoโ, isnโt a lie. Youโre not afraid to like it because you already know if he had told you to suck him off like a slut youโd do in a second. And youโd like to choke around his length, youโd like to feel him deep in your throat and youโd beg for more if he pushes you away.
Zoro continues to rub his tip over the underwear, and even with the smallest moves you can see he's every second harder than before. Is it because you're looking at it almost drooling, licking your lips without even noticing? Or is it because he's a sadist man who said he's going to break you and you seem to love the idea?
You look at the clock on your bedroom's wall. It's almost eight when Zoro says he's waiting. You raise an eyebrow. "What do you mean, stupid pervert?"
He doesn't bother answering you, taking his time to press his cock harder and sigh. You feel your core aching, your hands eager for touching him when he starts to push his underwear down, enough for you to see his tip leaking. You want to lick it. You don't mind that he probably has a shitty diet and it must taste bitter on your tongue.
Embarrassed and angry about it, you swallow your pride, leaning your face forward. Zoro has all of his attention on you, looking down. He must have a power kink, all arrogant as you start to talk.
"Can Iโฆ?", you babble.
"Can Iโฆ?", he repeats. "Say it. I'll give it to you"
"Really?", you innocently ask.
Zoro wants to fucking rail you right there. Put you on his lap and let you ride him as you please. If you weren't such a bitch he'd even let you.
"Yes", he encourages. "Go on"
"Can I touch you?โ Zoro strokes your cheek with the thumb he had on his cock. You enjoy how it feelsโsoft, tender, almost lovely. More, you need more. You can't deny it anymore.
"You can do better, little slut", he sounds soft as his touch, like he's a good boyfriend. The two last words make you almost happy. Isn't a praise, but it felt like.
"Zoro, I want to touch you", you try again. This time he chuckles.
"Is it the best you can do? Why are you so, so dumb? Put that brain to work, or it froze because you want to suck me that much?โ You feel his hand on your face again, a slap sounding. You sigh and pout, once more pleasured about how it felt.
"Sorry, I'm sorry", you sound stupid. "I am not dumb, I just need to touch you, please, please."
You're good at it, you understand it the moment the man in front of you bites his lip and stares at your mouth, good. At least now he's feeling like you.
Probably much better than you, to be honest, because he's the one in charge.
"Not bad", his hand goes to your hair and nape. Carelessly he pulls you closer, until your nose is touching the fabric that covers his length. You reach out to touch his abs the way you wanted previously, nails scratching his skin and leaving pinkish prints of you. You kiss his hips bones, putting your hands on his thighs.
God. His skin tastes like heavenโyou wonder how you are going to stay sane when you have his cock around your lips.
He seems to like things rough and hard. Maybe he's going to fuck your mouth mercilessly, causing you to choke and drool as you try to keep talking him well.
For god's sake, again. You were so convinced you were not going to give in that the consciousness makes you almost shy. Kneeled between his legs, ready to give the weirdo of your school a damn blowjob.
When you reach his tip with your lips, you're almost crying to keep it slow and hard as he deserves. A torture scene is in your mind, although you can't help but do the way he seems to want.
Hot, messy and straight to the main.
Your tongue curls around his cock as you free it from the tight underwear. He hums, keeping eyes on your silhouette as you keep licking every bare centimeter, wondering how much you can take.
You look at him with big eyes and he smirks, evil as the beginning of this whole situation.
"You're so bad at it. I thought you were at least useable, a good fuck hole", he's so mean, hard against your lips and saying you're awful. Like you, heโs just a proud liar.
Yet, you need to prove to Zoro you're good to give him pleasure. You're good enough to be his slut. You need him to praise and say he needs to feel your mouth once more. You need to hear him moaning and stroking your ego.
So, keeping in mind the wish to have him as insane as you are, you finally have your mouth full. At least the tip of of cock, all around your lips. You use your hand to caress his length you donโt have inside your mouth yet, moving up and down as you push your head to receive more of him.
When you slowly let his dick touch your throat, Zoro is over. You can see, looking up, his parted lips, squeezed eyes. He canโt say heโs not enjoying the way your tongue does so good, the way you press his cock with your lips and every damn time you go down on it, you bring it further, almost completely inside you. But suddenly he feels youโre taking too long to start things the way he wants to feelโrough, fast and merciless.
You gasp when he puts his hand on your hair, grabbing a fist full of it, making a sound. You try to stay calm, but tears start to drop off your eyes as he pushes your head down, until youโre fighting for air.
โYouโre a fast learner. Itโs kind of arousing when you do that face, stupid mouth used for a good thingโ, Zoro murmurs, moving your head the way you want. You struggle to make it fit every time he forces his cock until the end, but youโre proud of yourself. You can be crying, but you also received good words. โI prefer you like this. Quiet and sucking me off like you live for that.โ
It is good, isnโt it?
You keep your moves as fast as he was doing when he takes his hand off your hair. You want to be a good girl and bring him to the edge of pleasureโit is good to feel your makeup being ruined, your hair all messy, your chin wet with your saliva mixed with his precum. Itโs tasty to have his cock inside your mouth, even more when he tries to keep his small moans for him.
You want to feel it more than just today and it fucking sucks.
His cock throbs against your mouth when you take it off to stare at him, brave eyes, burning with the pleasure and power you felt with his sounds. Zoro keeps his eyes on you as well, nodding his head like heโs understanding what the hell you are doing.
โStarting with the bad behavior, hm?โ, he inquiries.
โOhโ, as you talk, smirking, you use your hand to keep stroking his dick up and down, thumb rubbing the tip every thrust you give him. He feels his breath ridiculously heavy, as if heโs a young boy finding out the beauty of a girlโs mouth. โIโm not. I just felt like I needed to remind you I donโt follow rules.โ
โUh?โ, Zoro pushes your hand away from his length, stroking it himself. โI think you were the one begging a few minutes ago, am I wrong?โ
You ignore his words. Heโs right but nobody but you needs to know you accepted this too. Standing up, his gaze is on you, and you like the way you feel when you notice Zoro is the one looking up. Not you, this time. You place both of your hands on his chest, pushing him until heโs falling onto the fluffy mattress of your bed.
He let you do it, though. Youโre not strong enough to push him yourself.
You put your leg on his, watching his face becoming suddenly curious. What are you planning to do now, full of attitude?
"I think you should keep that mouth shut. Any ideas?", you mock, putting your other leg until you have your whole body on his lap.
Zoro doesn't bother answering you, so you continue, a single finger tracing his godly abs, seeing his skin shiver.
"Shall I sit on your face?", you babble innocently, pulling your skirt up just to show more of your thighs. He follows your moves, interested.
"You can try", he answers. His tone has a challenging note, but you bet he would let you.
If you get where you need to be, of course.
Zoro pulls you onto his chest rapidly. You feel your inner thighs against his hard cock, and you come closer to rub your aching cunt as Zoro kisses you deep.
It's breathtaking the way you feel his lips for the first time. There's no rush, just a sensual and deep pace that could make you cum after a couple minutes. His mouth is amazing, delicious, hot, probably the best kiss you had this year.
God. If he's this dedicated to eat out his girl as he is to leave you breathy and dizzy with just his lips, you're going to fucking give in and let him do whatever he feels like.
His hand goes to your hips, over the fabric of your skirt, while he starts to kiss your neck, finding it funny and kind of hot the way you hum every time he licks your skin after the kiss. Helping you to move side to side on his cock, he uses the chance to smack your ass.
And it hurts even with the fabric to protect you. God. You cry against his lips, murmuring his name. And he does it again, this time after pulling the skirt up, just to listen to your voice moaning his name once more.
"Didn't you say you'reโ", he wants to tease you, but you don't let him do it. You rub yourself against his cock again, and use your hand to pull his own until it's touching your inner thighs.
His fingers go to your covered cunt immediately, stroking it, feeling the lace. It's so wet he could bet that if he took longer to touch you there, it would be draining to your legs. "I did know you were wet, Barbie, but this?"
You timidly let a moan out as your clit is slowly rubbed. You press your chest against his, your nipples onto his skin getting hard and almost painful. Zoro seems to enjoy the way you're getting off against his hands and chest, smirking every damn second.
Too confident.
"Why are you here yet? Weren't you going to ride my face?"
Has such a good memory even with you ready to push his cock into you.
"If you don't do it right now, I guess I'm doing the way I prefer".
Strong motherfucker. Piece of shit. Troglodyte. You try to go further and put your thighs around his face, but he's holding you tight. And, in a second, he's turning you around, now being on top, kissing you.
Good strategist.
"Keep quiet like a good slut", he warns you against your lips. You shake your head, not agreeing, but he answers. "Good. Such a obedient dumb girl".
His hand pushes your cropped top up, showing him your bare tits. His thumbs go to your nipples as he squeezes your chest, making your heart miss a beat. He's strong and sure knows how to make you want more of a touch that you usually don't care a lot about.
It doesn't last, though. His fingers are replaced by his mouth after giving you a last kiss, and you feel how possessive he is onto your breasts, shamelessly leaving marks and bruises. You moan low every time he uses a little bit more of strength to suck and bite your skin.
It's his fuel. He's eager for hearing more.
His tongue goes further, reaching your waist, then your skirt. You see his face disappear between your legs, soon feeling his breath on your panties.
"Pink, uh?", Zoro likes what he sees. Pink lace, all wet and so easy to tear apart.
That's what he wants to do, so he does. You just hear your pretty panties being ripped.
"Hey!", you yell. "I just bought it, idiot", you protest, but there's nothing else to do about it. Pink panty is over. "Answer something", you continue when he doesn't say a word, doing god knows what under your skirt.
"You're annoying", Zoro says before stuffing your ripped panties inside your mouth, heaven knows how, without even looking at you. "But I bet you taste good."
Without a warning, his tongue is on your wet cunt. He doesn't move it, though, just letting you suffer a little, your muffled moans sounding like good music to him. Did you just say please?
"I can't hear you, are you saying something?"
You try to curse him, but it just sounds like a kid's murmur. He keeps talking close to your core, his nose tip touching your clit a few times.
"Hmm? I don't know what to do if you don't ask me properly", he keeps teasing. It's so good to see you struggling to have him tongue fucking you, but he's speaking the truth.
He doesn't know what you want. He also knows your arms are free, you could take the panties of the second you want.
You must be liking the torture.
"Do you want me to do what?", Zoro murmurs this time against your thigh's skin. You pull your hips towards him, trying to feel more, but he's holding you tight once more. When his tongue finally touches your wetness, you stop protesting to make him listen to your whimpers. "Oh. I'm good at reading you, I guess?"
You tell him to shut his mouth already, but he either doesn't listen or just doesn't care.
Zoro is interested in hearing you crying and moaning under his, that's all. No need to keep using your tongue for being annoying.
He doesn't do like you did to him, sucking his cock with passion and no teasing. Instead, he's, as usual, as mean as he can be, taking his time to carefully taste your juices, every lick causing a lewd eating sound that you'd complain if it wasn't so good.
You squeeze your eyes and open your mouth when Zoro finally presses his tongue against your throbbing clit. He kisses it with care and patience, then goes back to your cunt, pressing into it as you do what he wants to seeโor feel.
Your hands are on his head, pressing it against you. Greedy girl, you are. Having what you want yet asking for more? However this time he doesn't stopโhe accepts your silent wish and lick all your wetness, sometimes his teeth hitting your clit. Not on purpose, but maybe he's doing it again. The sound you made was so adorable that made his cock even harder, grinding against the mattress.
The way you curl your body under him is insanely dirty. Pushing the rest of your skirt up, Zoro stares at your pleasured expression, closed eyes, frowning, parted lips, delicious tongue out. He can't help but wonder how'd you look with his dick buried into your pussy.
A goddess maybe?
You open your eyes and see him down on you, eating you out like it's his last meal. His skilled tongue fucks you while his fingers are printed on your inner thighs, keeping your shaking legs spread for him.
Then he decides it is a good time to put his fingertips to massage your cunt, feeling again how wet you are. Zoro would never forget the memory of your face contorted when he does it, the way you grab his short hair and push your hips closer. "More, you say?", he wants to know, teasing you, threatening to insert his fingers into you.
"Mhmโฆ"
"How many do you want?", Zoro continues. Using his tongue to rub your clit, he watches you as you lose your focus, just quiet and rolling your hips. He stops and smacks your thighs. "I made a question, brainless Barbie"
You only pay attention to the way he calls you. Barbie is such a mocking name, but you like the way it sounds on his voice, his lips curling in a smirk that makes you want to fuck him then call him he's the worst man ever. You nod, telling yes to whatever he asked.
Zoro thinks it's better if he eats you out with two fingers rubbing your g spot inside your core.
And, for god's sake, you fucking agree.
His tongue is all over you, making a mess, as his fingers are curled inside your cunt. He doesn't move them in and out, just constantly hits the tips of them on your sensitive walls. You don't think anymoreโhead empty, just want to come.
He'd let you cum?
As if he read your thoughtsโfeeling your cunt stretching against his fingers, your moans extremely loud and lewdโ, he slows down his moves.
You protest, about to take the panties off your mouth and beg for him to give what you need. But then he starts over again, as intense as he was before.
"I'll let you cum now", Zoro mumbles against your clit. It almost hurtsโso, so goodโand you cry his name. He's satisfied with it, making a sound like he ate something very good. "Because you're a tasty hoe. But next time you will need to beg a little more".
Good. Tasty isn't a word you're frequently called, but it feels good to hear it.
"Now cum for me just the way you're going to do around my dick, right?", his words are a command for you. When he places his mouth on your cunt again, inserting his tongue inside you as he continues to stroke your clit in circles, you're done.
Dizzy, breathless, all your body shaking and shivering as he keeps you in your place. As Zoro thought, you really look gorgeous with a face contorted in pleasure, calling his name like a slut. He could cum with the sight of your smudged makeup, tears down your face and the goddamn lipstick almost intact.
Girl's got a really durable lipstick brand, he thinks. Or maybe he needs to be less kind with you while you're giving him head.
You are the one reaching your climax, but Zoro definitely is enjoying a little more, still thrusting his fingers in and out of you just to overstimulate you as you keep fighting to finally breathe normally.
When he notices you're better, he leans over you once more, takes his fingers out of you and sucks them, a locked gaze on your grimace.
"That's gross", you say, after he takes his panties off your mouth. "You don't need to show me this, pervert"
Zoro laughs, mocking.
"Gross? It's your fucking cream and it tastes really good, want to try?", he approaches, kissing you. You don't protest, but feel weird when you feel your own taste on his tongue.
God. That's so filthy and gross, but also hot as fuck?
What the hell does that man do to you?
Zoro grabs your waist and puts his legs between yours, hips against yours as he rubs his cock on your belly. He also feels the need to have you, but much like the other moments of the night, he's not giving you this easy, despite how he wants to.
You seem to be forgetting that in the end you're just another dumb rich girl that craves for dick every second. A hot and probably his favorite one, but still.
"Zoro, please, stop teasing", you whine in his ear, finding nothing but cruel the way he strokes his tip on your skin, pretending to be pumping into you.
He knows how much you're eager, so is he, but the desperate gaze you give him is nothing he can have with any other girl.
None of your friends would ever submit to his words like you do.
"I know you can think properly now. I'm not even fucking you, come on", Zoro mocks. "I'm even being gentle with you. If you want something, beg for it."
You pout, making the unfailing pity face. Zoro kisses it, squeezing his hand onto your ass as the other goes down, easily rubbing your sensitive spot. He loves the way you shake your hips, wanting more, and your belly makes him receive a pleasure wave. Youโre good at doing things like this, letting him go crazy for you.
Zoro totally hates you, but he loves the way your body fits so well next to his own.
Heโs your alt. ver. Ken, maybe?
He listens to your voice calling his name.
โHeโโ, youโre about to cry out, but it turns into a moan when his fingers enter you. โI wantโฆ to fuck. Please, Zoro, donโt let me like thisโ, you whisper, not really content. He should be the one asking you this.
After an orgasm, youโre back with your evil egoโjust to be broken again, because Zoro has no fucking patience to deal with this over again. You put your fingers around his cock, tenderly stroking as he kisses you. No need to hear your voice, now.
Zoro stops kissing you to put one hand on your collarbone, close to your neck, possessively. Yet he doesnโt press, you feel the threat ghosting all over you. He has darker eyes, full of lust and a devilish desire to make you cryโthis time, for realโwhile you moan for him.
โTell me, Barbie, how do you want me to fuck you?โ, he asks.
You look away, pouting and frowning. Zoro laughs with your angry face.
โDoggy styleโ, is the obvious answer. Neither him watching your face, nor you seeing his arrogant smile. He can grab your waist hard and fuck you dumb without seeing your makeup getting even messier. Yes. Thatโd be good.
Zoro kisses your jawline until his mouth is close to your ear.
โYouโre so predictable, bimbo girls, like you, don't have any creativity?โ, he murmurs. You feel your face hot, biting your lip and closing your eyes. Idiot, heโs just as idiot as he was yesterday and the days before it. He holds your neck carefully. โIt must be nice to see your ass on me, I canโt deny. But youโre not getting what you want.โ
โWhat do I want?โ, you babble.
โYou are going to see my face the whole time. I didn't want to see yours either, but you might make a face that looks good with my cock inside you."
"Fuck you", you're weak, but still protesting. "I don't care if I see your gross face. Just want to do things my way."
"Yes. I'm believing you, for sure", he rolls his eyes. "You should stop lying a little bit. It's getting a part of you."
"None of your business, troglodyte", you murmur back. On a whim, you look at him and spit on his face, faking an innocent smile. "Oh, sorry, I didn't meaโ"
"You did want", Zoro says, catching your saliva from his cheek with a finger. His other hand leaves your body, but you don't know what he is doing until you feel the cock of his tip aligned with your aching cunt. God. Zoro slides his dirty finger on your nose, as you do a grimace. Gross, but could be worse: at least it's not his spit.
At the same time, he pushes his length into youโyour mouth turns into an 'o', and Zoro smiles satisfied. He has just a little bit of his cock into you and you're already quiet and tamed. And, god, he fits so well inside you, like you're made for each other.
Bullshit, obviously, however it still being a fucking good sensation.
You wrap your legs around his waist, eager to feel more. His girth hurts a little, good thing you're so, so wet, feeling him sliding every inch into your cunt.
You can't help but look for more, lifting your hips, kissing him so you don't see his face, just feel his divine lips against yours as he tenderlessly finishes pushing.
His moves stop. Zoro is quiet as you are, just enjoying the feeling of his cock inside your walls, taking him so well. You complain and try to move on your own, but he doesn't let you. His eyes are on yours, and you feel almost intimidated when he frowns and seems to analyze what he's feeling.
"You have a good pussy, Barbie", he pulls his cock out of you then inserts it again, harder than before. You sob. "I think the next time I feel bored I'm coming here for you to cockwarm me."
You just nod, breathing deep. His fingers are pressing your thigh and hip as he tries to keep sane. He needs to wait for your permissionโto break you and then put them together againโ, but he's not asking this time.
But you can't think of it now. His pace is painfully slow, thrusts that burn your cunt, but you want more, harder, faster. You want him to put your legs on his shoulders and go deeper, the maximum he can until you're sobbing and whimpering as it's all you can think about.
God, how you want this.
You lift your legs, a silent message of how do you prefer to fuckโit makes your face hot, it means you're not fighting anymore, you're not avoiding to show how much you're liking his slow thrusts into you. You're giving him the permission to do how he prefers, since it's good for you too.
"Yes", you murmur, when he puts his legs on his shoulders. You moan loudly, and pull his head onto yours to kiss him to muffle your sounds. "Please, please, pleaseโฆ"
You can't keep that attitude when he's deep into you, stroking your clit with one finger, he's even letting you hear his drown moans and sighs. Both Zoro and you sweat and it's not gross anymoreโjust one more piece of this whole sensual puzzle you're creating. When his forehead is against yours, you feel good.
Fuck him. You'd be in love in a month or two if he keeps looking at you like you're a damn goddess. He's watching you crying with his dick buried into you, probably ugly than ever, but he's finding you gorgeous. You can see it in his eyes and that's a great reward. So you repeat.
"Please, Zoro. I want you to break me", are the magic wordsโyou're done now.
Zoro has neither the patience nor the control to be gentle anymore. He pulls out just to push himself into your core harder, groaning as you cry his name repeatedly. Gosh, it's so good.
You take him so well, he's enough to make you drown in pleasure, he's enough to make you mind dizzy, only thinking about Zoro's cock. Maybe you're a dumb bitch after all, brain too busy with him to care about whatever is going on outside your bubble.
His pace isn't gentle, your eyes aren't full of happiness, you're not love makers, but this feels awfully ethereal. It doesn't matter that you hate him and he hates you tooโyou're made for it, for fucking hot and dumb like this.
When you feel tears falling off your eyes, Zoro seems to like it too. He's extremely silent as you sob because of the stimulation of his tip on your g spot, his finger rubbing your clit. Zoro likes the way you touch him too, nails on his muscled back every time his thrusts reach your deep.
It's so fucking normal and hateless that you almost laugh. You're being friendly with Zoro. You, the Barbie like girl, fucking the troglodyte as he's your cute boyfriend.
You feel it coming too fastโno time for sharing your conclusion, no time to warn him you're coming. Zoro feels your walls squeezing his length, and a smirk shows on his lips.
"Coming without permission, Barbie?", he mocks, while you cry under him, overstimulated. He slaps your ass once, then keeps watching your reactions. You feel truly good. "I'm close too, uh? Can I try something?"
You nod, wordless. You can't think. Just continue what you're doing, please, Zoro. Mind is empty, you don't need to know what he's about to do. So, when you feel his fingers around your neck, slowly pressing until you're almost breathless, you just enjoy it.
Zoro doesn't last too long after seeing your desperate gaze at him, such as your satisfied smirk. Horny slut, he calls you inside his mind. You're so goodโit takes a few more thrusts then he's pulling out of you, to cum on your thighs.
You look great all white with him, on his mind. You agree, but none of you say a word about it. There's no need. You fall asleep and when you wake up, you're clean and he's by your side.
roronoa zoro x f!reader. nsfw. dacryphilia, unprotected sex, choking, biting, 'crybaby' as a petname, reader is really sad.
1.513 words.
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โHm, soโ, Zoro murmurs, sitting by your side on your bed. Itโs night, the moon outside shines, but its light does not reach your eyes. Inside your room itโs dark as a sky with no moon and no stars. You feel like youโre drowning into the darkness of it, yet you donโt feel like turning any light on. The darkness scares you, but also makes you feel better to tell Zoro, the only friend and boyfriend you ever had, what you truly want. He coughs and reaches out for your hand, tangling your fingers together in an unusual gesture. โIs there anything I can do for you?โ
Zoro doesnโt really know how to act when youโre feeling down, in a bad mood, saying out loud you want to disappear and cry forever. He doesnโt get these feelings, so all he is able to do is to hold your hand if you want to and offer any help. Although you never tell him what would make you feel better, he keeps doing it every day you feel bad. He thinks he is not a very good person to be around, but he can do it for you, if you donโt kick him out of your safe place like you used to do with your siblings or cousins.
Usually you just keep quiet, hold onto his arm, put your head on his shoulders and cry your tears away. So he is surprised when you say what you want today. And so are youโwhy this time your sadness is making you in the mood to just fuck the sorrow away?
โFuck me with no tenderness. I want it to hurtโ, you tell him, pressing his fingers in the dark. โIโve never done this while I drown in bad feelingsโ.
He frowns, keeping for him an awkward smile. Youโre so unpredictable. โAre you sure this is what you need?โ
You answer by sitting on his lap and turning the small bedside lamp on. The yellow and weak light is enough for you to stare at him. You cried minutes ago, before Zoro entered your bedroom, so your eyes are still reddish, so are your cheeks. Your lips are dry when you lean to kiss him with no patience. He is quick to answer your kiss, holding your waist tightly.
You love how it feels to roll your hips against his and notice he is hard with not so many touches and how your panties are soaked in a matter of minutesโyou thought too much about the scenario before calling him over. You are still feeling sad and awfully moody, but pulling his short hair and tracing your nails on his back skin as your tongues mix and your teeth hit softly is a good thing to pull away the pain youโre feeling. Lucky you for having a hot boyfriend that just follows your random ideas.
โLie down for meโ, Zoro asks, grabbing your booty, pressing his chest against yours. You breathe heavily and do as he told you, and he kneels, taking his shirt off. You smile a little at the sight of his muscular torso over youโit makes your eyes fill up with tears, but youโre not sure why. When he sees it, he jokes. โAre you going to cry if I take my pants off, uh?โ
โI will cry if you donโtโ, you reach out to touch his abs and v-line, pulling him closer. He loses his balance for a second before coming back to focus on your eager lips, kissing you hard and without letting you stop to breathe properly.
You like it. Itโs good to be out of breath, your mind going dizzy as you wrap your legs around his hips. You want to feel him against your aching core, you want him to be deep inside and fuck your tears away.
Again, your eyes are wet, but this time Zoro doesnโt joke about it. He cleans your face and smirks, kissing and biting your neck in a way you know youโll have trouble to explain to your friends. It almost hurts, but itโs so much less pain than what you feel inside your chest. Itโs a funny thought, thoughโyou chuckle in a low voice and Zoroโs hand goes to your neck, the other one pushing your cleavage down, exposing your boobs.
You pull his head up by his hair and kiss him. โWe can, hm, skip thisโ, you murmur. He presses his fingers on your neck, carefully. Yes yes yes yes, why does it feel so good to feel youโre almost fainting? You push his hand to your cotton panties, a silent message of what you want.
Zoro presses his fingers on your cunt, another one on your throbbing clit as he stares at you, wanting to remember each of your pleasure faces. You frown with closed eyes and lips parted, just the way you always do. God, you look pretty even when youโre about to cry.
โPleaseโ, you whine, pulling your hips up to feel more of his fingers. But he makes you quiet with his strong arm over your belly. โShh, if you keep like this Iโm going to skip this part tooโ, Zoro tears your panties apart and you hit his back softly.
โYou said you want it mercilessly, didnโt you?โ
โYou took me seriously, then?โ, you babble, feeling his fingers teasing your cunt with small circles. His thumb strokes your clit and thatโs already too muchโyou will come undone in a second if he doesnโt stop it. You see his cock under his pants, hard, and wonder if he doesnโt want to just fuck you dumb instead of playing games.
Life already teases you a fucking lot, anyways.
โZoro, pleaseโ, you bite your lip to muffle your moans when he inserts two of his middle and ring fingers suddenly. You stretch around them, but god, it feels so good how your walls burn.
โAre you going to turn into a crybaby if I just push my dick into that pussy right now?โ, he uses an evil voice tone, curling his tips to hit your g-spot roughly. You cry under him, rolling hips messily. More more more is all you can think about. โAnswer meโ.
You sob, real tears down your face. You open your eyes to see Zoroโs. He is kind even when heโs being mean. That makes your body warmer and you nod, breathing heavily before putting your lips on his. โYes, wanna find out?โ
Zoro bites your lip and pushes his fingers into you before pulling them out to undress. You watch him eagerly, wanting to stroke his cock for him, but he doesnโt let you. โClose your eyesโ, he mumbles, approaching his tip of your cunt. Itโs as wet as you are, and itโs hard to donโt slide softly, seeing you all sad and pouting, waiting for his cock deep into you.
A few seconds later, he pushes all his length into your pussy and you feel more tears on your face. Zoro stares at face, a mix of pleasure and pain and the fear of hurting you makes him stop for a moment, although you put your face onto the crook of his neck and whisper in his ear.
โDonโt stop, pleaseโฆ Just take my pain awayโ, you cry. Your voice is so full of sorrow that he canโt deny this. Zoro grabs your tit with one hand, holds your thighs and you see stars.
Youโre a mess. Your boobs bounce with his thrusts, your lips always parted to moan his name, to moan how much you love it. You occasionally open your eyes to see his frown, his forehead shining with sweat. You donโt find it gross, itโs even arousing to see it going to his jawline, his whole face reddish and his lips sometimes looking for yours. God, why were you sad again?
โCan you handle more pain?โ, he asks, whispering against your lips. You nod and he slows down only to put your legs on his shoulders. You almost yell when he thrusts into your cunt roughly, harder than never, every centimeter of your body shaking and hurting. Itโs too much, too much, too much, and you cry even more, biting his neck and scratching his back.
โToo much, Zoroโ, you babble, fighting with your empty head to say the words properly. Your mind is dizzy, youโre seeing stars on the rooftop, Zoro keeps pushing his cock into you almost aggressively. It hurts and feels great at the same time, having him deep, hitting your g-spot and making you moan every single time.
โYou told me to not stop. Iโm obeying youโ, he says back, smirking, but moaning low as his hips hit yours. He puts his thumb on your clit and plays with it, his thrusts getting shorter so he doesnโt stop to rub his tip on your clit inside your walls. โCum for me, crybabyโ.
When you do, all your problems go away. There is no sadness in your pinkish starred world. You wish this moment to last forever.
donquixote doflamingo x f!reader. nsfw/dark content. fingering, overstimulation, mean dom!doflamingo, rough sex, slight dubcon, mentions of safe word.
1.768 words.
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This time, you feel his actual fingers.
No more devil fruit powers being used. Doflamingo is sitting on his large bed, pumping his knuckles deep inside your cunt, keeping your legs spread effortlessly, watching you twitch, eager for breaking free for the damn punishment he decided he wanted to give you. The worst type ever. You can handle having your orgasm denied and have to work all for his pleasure.
This time, his fingers make you cum time after time. This time, youโre about to beg for him to stop.
Heโs not in the mood to play fair. You inhale and exhale, a moan leaving your lips. Your throat is burning every single time a small sound leaves it, but you canโt help. You move your legs, trying to close it, but Doflamingo keeps his hard touch with his legs on yours. Youโre too weak to fight properlyโyet youโd not be able to leave his room even if you werenโt drowning in pleasure and painโso you just accept each thrust of his fingers. Your walls are sore with the constant touch of his fingertips on your g-spot, your clit ache and throb under his thumb, your hips move side to side to avoid his strokes everytime he lets you breathe for a second before coming back to his torture.
You feel relieved when he pulls his hand out, his wet digits going to your nipples and pinching them under your silk little top. You squeeze your eyes, too sensitive, and another whine hurts your throat.
โStop, pleaseโ, you babble, showing your tongue.
Doflamingo laughs. Youโre so pitiful, so silly.
โWhat are you talking about?โ, he asks, chuckling, palming your vulva, his palm rubbing against your clit. You cry, trying to move away from him. "If you want me to stop, just say it. Otherwise you're just being a dumb girl thinking I'd stop just because you said so".
You feel his index and middle finger teasing your entrance. You came for at least three times after more than two whole hours in that position, but your cunt still pulses and gets wet with Doflamingo's words. He's rightโyou're being dumb, saying things like this every minute. You have a word that he said he'd stop if he listened to, yet it never crossed your mind, not even a single time.
It hurts as hell to be fingerfucked like this, senseless, two hours with no pause. Your own body waits for the rest, probably you'd sleep for half a day after it. Although, you want and need to prove the Young Master you're strong enough to follow his ridiculous and cruel rhythm. He'd never fuck yiu again if you don't make it sure for him.
And, hell, you can handle being tired later. You want him between your legs for fucking ever. So you just shake your head, answering silently that no.
Not today. You're not saying the word that makes you seem weak and makes Doflamingo give up on fucking you senseless forever.
His smirk is satisfied as he pushes three of his fingers inside you. You moan loudly, wanting to press your legs together to numb the pleasure you feel. Hell, how can one survive all this overstimulation? You can't properly think about the answer, though. His tips press your clit inside your walls, the thumb stimulates it from outside and all you can see is black with shining silver dots.
It's happening again. You don't even notice you're clenching around his fingers, gasping for air while you moan loudly. The grip on your legs is harder and you think you're about to blackout. Doflamingo, obviously, is pleased to see you coming around his fingers once more.
"Are you done with me?", you murmur, but you're not sure of what you want to hear. Your body is hurting, every centimeter of you begs for him to stop and let you free. Yet when he denies, an evil smirk on his lips, your body shakes, aroused.
You don't know how much more you can take. You're gladly finding out today. Although you decide to play dumbโbecause you know Doflamingo likes it a lot when you fake you don't want him anymore. He likes to reassure you're only there because he has mercy, he loves to remind you that shit only stops when he wants to.
He never stops his fingers. In and out, you can see his moves, flesh disappearing inside you. You observe it for a few minutes, always gasping low cries of "please, stop" and "no, I can't continue". Doflamingo is satisfied with your trembling voice reaching his ears. It makes the sight of your body, weak and to his own pleasure, even more interesting. He almost can't control himself, cock so hard that hurts not to be inside your thigh cunt. And with every word of yours, he loses to the primal instinct to push himself into you roughly, until you're begging for him to stop, yelling you can't take all his length.
Doflamingo knew the feeling of your cunt taking his cock. It was shamely good, almost addicting. He'd never say it out loud, but you are the kind of woman that can follow his wishes and desires. You're quite strong for a simple woman under him. You fight him when you find it's safe, you get what you want by giving what he wants. It's a good game to be played, and Doflamingo doesn't want you to say the damn safe word. It doesn't mean he's going to stop doing what he finds good.
He lets your legs free and you instantly close them, his arm between. Doflamingo laughs, pulling his fingers out of you, your juices all over them. You watch him tasting it, tongue curling around his knuckles slowly, as if it is a delicious dessert and frown. โNow I can go? I donโt think I can handle your cock, Doffyโ, you show your tongue once more, licking your bottom lip. Doflamingo cleans his fingers and leans over you, spreading your legs again. You protest, but heโs stronger than you and soon heโs placed between your thighs, grinding his hard cock against your wet cunt.
โI know you canโtโ, he smiles, holding onto your chest to tease you a little more, his dick touching your pulsing wetness. โThatโs why I will continueโ.
โNo, please, donโtโ, you cry, but roll your hips closer to his flesh, closing your eyes. You already feel your body getting warm with his moves, but you canโt do much more than cry and accept the pain youโre feeling. Soon he will take you the way he always doesโhard, rough, tenderlesslyโand all you have to do is pretend you donโt want it.
But he knows you do want his cock.
Doflamingo pulls his pants down. You hear him chuckling slowly, and you suppose heโs finding your serious expression a good sight. You instantly change it to a kind of sad one, pouting and frowning while he presses his tip on your cunt. He sees your body getting all rigid, probably unable to another pleasure wave, harder than the previous ones, but itโs just more arousing. Youโd agree, you donโt want him to stop. You want to pull him closer and receive his length with all the cruelty heโs known for.
Instead, you try to push him with your legsโand he takes the hint, placing them on his shoulders. You breathe heavily and moan more pitiful words, denying what he wants to give you. Doflamingo smacks your ass roughly, murmuring that if you want that bad to stop, you should just say the fucking teddy bear. But, again, you donโt, opening your challenging eyes to see his forehead frowned, protruding veins on his neck, his eyes behind his sunglasses staring at yours.
The โoโ face you do, tongue out and eyes rolling back, when he pushes his cock into you suddenly is unbelievably hot. He smirks as you start to mumble his name, feeling your walls burning with his girth. Stretching you, getting you all done in a damn second. Weak, youโre so weak. You moan when he pushes more, completely inside your cunt, hitting you in the right spots, but also making you cry of how much pain. You bite your tongue to avoid begging for more.
You do the contrary. โDoffy, stopโ, you sob, tears full of tears, but itโs hard to hide your satisfied smirk. Youโre as crazy as he is, loving the way it hurts as fuck. โIโm going to pass out if you continueโ, and thatโs true. You feel the lack of oxygen due to your messy breath, open mouth receiving his tongue as his thrusts are mean and hard, even a single centimeter he moves is enough for you to whine more noโs.
โShut up, slut. You asked for itโ, Doflamingo groans, spitting in your mouth and coming back to kiss you. You gasp, but kiss him back, biting his lip in the way he said you could never do. Your punishment comes when he pulls all of his cock out just to push again. You squirm, holding tight onto the sheets of his bed.
โDoflamingo, I canโt handle anymoreโ, you babble. You see your tits bouncing with every thrust, and he stares at them too.
โI donโt careโ, he answers, sucking your neck skin to leave bruises. You moan with his almost aggressive pace, the position you are making it even more painful. God, youโre going to die with this man. He stays quiet for a bit, watching your expression changing from painful pleasure to concern. โAre you going to say the word now?โ
You shake your head. No. And, when he moves again, you feel the first orgasm around his dick of the day. He doesnโt stop, your tight cunt being even more delicious to thrust into. You close your eyes, too tired for moaning, and Doflamingo asks you again. โWanna stop?โ
You deny once more, and he is ready to make you reach the skies for the second time. โGoodโ, he chuckles. Turning your weak body around to have you all on fours, he slaps your ass cheeks, hands printed on your skin. You beg for him to stop when he aligns himself to pound into your cunt, but he just finds your clit and rubs it. โIt seems like you deserve to have my cum inside you.โ
โI donโt want it, neverโ, you gasp, head pressed against his pillow. โDonโt you ever do it to meโ. But youโre lying, and Doflamingo knows.
trafalgar law x f!reader. nsfw. creampie, dom!law, begging, soft rough sex.
896 words.
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Your expression is pitiful. Your eyes are begging silently and it's hard to deny your wishes when you look at him like this, a mix of pleasure and sadness in your face. Your pout turns into a low moan as Law puts his thumb on your clit, rubbing gently. Please, your eyes say. He moves his fingers inside your cunt, pressing your spot with his tips and you moan again, sweetly saying his name.
"Law", you call, pulling his neck closer. You just need it, a single time is enough, but the man just avoids giving what you want by placing his forehead on your shoulders. You scratch his nape, pulling some hair as he works harder with his thumb. He pulls his fingers in and out slowly, teasing and being as mean as you already knew.
"What? Don't you like it?", he asks, but he knows the answer. Your whimpers don't let you lieโyou are a mess already. Yet he likes to be sure he's taking good care of you. His free hand caresses your breast, squeezing, his heavy touch causing you to inhale loudly.
You move your hips up, wanting to feel more than his fingers. Instantly Law lowers his own hips, his abs pressing his hand against your wetness. You gasp incoherent words, nails buried onto his back skin. "I do, but it isn't what I want", you babble, your weak voice reaching his ears sweetly.
Law uppers his body, pulling out his fingers of your core. You pout, unsatisfied, as he places his wet tips on your lips. He smirks as you refuse to do what he wants you to do, and press again. You feel your taste when he reaches your tongue.
"Alright. Keep disobeying me", he murmurs, frowning. You sigh, but put your legs around his hips, his hard cock tip touching your cunt slightly. You squeeze your eyes with the minimum contact, shaking your head from the left to the right. Law pushes himself into you, roughly grabbing your waist, as you frown, trying to seem angry. "No? You don't want me?"
Your face soon changes as his length enters you, chin falling, mouth parted to cry. It's so, so good, but you can't fall into his trap. You have a goal.
"I do want you, Law", you almost moan the words, your and his heavy breath making it hard to talk and to listen properly. "But I need your kisses right now", you continue, probably begging for it for the fifth time. As the other times, Law only places his head where you can't see his face.
He's weak for your words, your pretty lips so needy of his. But rules are rules, and you didn't obey them. Your punishment is not to receive a kiss during sex today, and it's going to be like this.
He can't give in to your wishes every time you look at him with big doe eyes.
Law stays quiet for a second. You feel his cock throbbing into you, his fingers on your skin. Time seems to stop for a while as you only feel him and he feels you. You pull him closer, to feel him deeper. And, suddenly, his thrusts aren't small and slow anymore. You moan loudly as he groans in your ear, and his lips touch your jawline. It isn't the kiss you need, you barely can feel it, but it's enough. You breathe in, his dick stretching you roughly in contrast with the soft touches his skilled hands does on your breasts.
Law raises his head and looks at your eyes. He places his forehead on yours, and his lips are closer than ever. You pout, looking for a single kiss, but he only smilesโhe is so mean, not wanting to do as you please, but he is so good for youโฆ You feel his hips against yours, his crotch rubbing your clit, firm chest onto yours.
"Kiss me... You'll bring me back to life if you do it to me now", you mumble, smiling. Your head is empty as he fucks you, the feeling of the close climax making you dizzy. You embrace him, hands on his neck to pull him closer, nose touching yours, mouth so closeโฆ
But you can't do it before him. Law is, after all, the man you trusted as your Dom.
"Cum for me", Law murmurs. So, so close. You need to feel his tongue, his lips, you don't even mind if your teeth hit.
"Can'tโฆ", your voice is weak. All you can do is to whine and moan.
"I told you to cum for me, babe", he says. And, finally, his mouth is on yours. You sob, surprised, but hold him tight, your tongue greedily touching his. You don't see anything but white stars, your whole body burning as your cunt squeezes his cock. Law moans against your lips, hands going to grab your ass. It doesn't take too long until he's also reaching his climax, his voice in the middle of the kiss not letting you misunderstand it. You smile, wrapping your legs tighter.
"Good", he praises, holding your shaking body as he thrusts into you a few more, his cum filling you up. You can't help but moan, too tired to react, and kiss him. "But it is not going to happen again, right? Rules are rules".
sanji x f!reader. nsfw/dark content. modern!au, previously agreed somnophilia, creampie, use of petnames, unprotected sex.
1069 words.
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he's your best friend, but he's your personal panties thief tooโno matter what you are doing or where you are, if sanji wants to put his hands between your legs and take your loved lacy panties out, he knows you're letting him without a word. it doesn't matter if you're wearing shorts or panties, you will take it off so he can put the fabric into one of his suit pockets after smelling your scent and smirking.
however, you don't want him to stop.
knowing about his habits, you wear panties religiously when you're going to bed, under a pair of cute shorts, so it's harder for him to steal it from you. you love wearing the blue ones, pretty pieces that makes sanji looks at you all satisfied. he always give them back, though, putting them into your mouth as he fucks you deep and slow.
it's night, so he knows you're asleep and ready for him. he enters your roomโit is easy when you're his neighbor, trusting him the password of your placeโand watches your slow breathe, lips parted, even drooling a little. your hair is messy, but you still look the most beautiful woman. today, you wear pants. the pajama you are using is cute, full of small strawberries draws on the fabric. the shirt has long sleeves and looks big on your small body, however your belly is shown, your tiny hand placed on it. he comes closer and takes his time to carefully lift your shirt, exposing your bare chest. over you, sanji almost can't control himself, his mouth eager to feel your soft skin, making you moan under his touches and kisses. but he can't, not now. he came here to take your panties off and keep them until you forget about it. fucking you could just wait.
it's a good sign you don't wake up when he starts to pull your pants down, kneeled between your legs. sanji can't help this time, his lips go to thighs, kissing it slowly. you move a little, feeling it tickle, yet you are far from really waking up. his kisses are wet, going to your inner thighs, until his nose can almost touch your panties. cotton, comfy, perfect for a good night. how lovely you are, he thinks. sanji finally takes the pants off and he's free to catch your panties and go back to his room.
yet, his fingers go to your cunt, covered by the cotton fabric. baby blue, all clean cause his girl doesn't has any erotic dreamsโso pure, so good for him. he presses the tip against your clit, and you move messily, almost turning around. he doesn't let you, keeping your legs firm around his waist, never stopping to stimulate your sensitive spot.
"good girl", he mumbles when you whine, low voice making his cock twitch in his pants. oh, sanji did want to just take what's his, but he is so weak for your body, for your pretty little face. "i'm taking it off now, okay, sweet baby?", he is soft as he slides your panties through your legs, not missing the chance to stroke every part of your skin. soon your lower body is nude and sanji is even more arousedโhe wants to bury his head between your thighs and hear you waking up feeling his tongue sliding in your walls.
instead, sanji spread your legs and uses his thumb to rub your clit. he doesn't want it to hurt, so you must be wet enough to take his cock deep into you. you move suddenly, putting your arms on your face. sanji reaches out for it and put your arms by your body, standing like a doll. "i want to look at your pretty face", he mumbles and come back to your cunt, rubbing two fingers to check if you're wet enough.
it could be better, but sanji can't wait for itโhe wants to wake you up while his thrusts go deep into your core, fuck it. he pulls his pants down, the underwear as well, and strokes himself for a second. he's dripping precum, his cock is painfully hard just by seeing you asleep and waiting for him. if you didn't want him to fuck you dumb in the middle of the night, you should have warned him.
"hmm?", you whine, slowly, when he pushes his dick inside you. sanji is a gentleman, ignoring his own wishes to please you too. he puts the cotton panties into your mouth when you open you eyes a little. "sleep , babygirl, i'm taking care of you", you can't disobey him. his voice is so smooth, so careful that you just close your eyes again feeling his dick making your walls burn. "san-", you try to say, but you can't, your voice sounding nothing but a small cry.
"what do you want, love?", he asks you, finally having himself all into you. you're so tight and warm, taking him so well, standing and waiting for him to start his thrusts into your cunny. you shake your head and murmur again. "more" is the only word you say, but enough for sanji. that's just what he neededโyour wish is an order and he is eager to change his pace to an almost agressive one.
you do nothing more than stay quiet, feeling his flesh against you, his cock in and out of your cunt, his finger rubbing your clit and driving you insane. he glues his chest to yours, your sensitive nipples pressed against his firm torso. you moan loudly for the first time, and sanji puts the panties deeper into your mouth. "don't talk, babygirl. let me just fuck you", he tells you.
you trust him with your life. so you nod and let him use you, his dick feeling your walls and driving him crazy. "you're so hot", he thinks loudly. "i could fuck you forever and it wouldn't be enough", sanji is sweating, staring at your pleasure face, hips hitting yours rapidly and hard. he's so good to you, making you come once or twice before you open you eyes to see your cunt receiving his cum, your closed thighs messy with his seed as well.
his the panties thief, but tonight, instead of taking it and leaving you, sanji sleeps by your side calling you his pretty little girl.
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