you guys remember how the last thing Cora said before disaster was “I love you”. yeah you doing that before going out. short and sweet.
repressed trauma go brrrr
Law watched you busy yourself with preparing to set sail with the Straw Hats, packing your belongings and choosing the appropriate outfit.
When all was said and done you looked towards him with a small smile. “I’ll be heading out soon.”
He set the book in his hand down, the thing forgotten a long time ago in lieu of simply observing you, drinking in the last embers of your appearance before your time together was extinguished.
Law stood up, walking over to you. Affection was still a touchy thing with him. You always allowed him to initiate it first, worried you’d only draw him away.
He rested one of his tattooed hands comfortably upon your hip, rubbing circles into your clothed skin with his thumb. His other hand was hesitant, fingers dancing upon yours then intertwining. He squeezed your hand three times in quick succession, something he recently began doing.
“You sure I can’t convince you to stay?” He mumbled, gaze drifting from your eyes to your lips then back again.
You hummed an amused noise. His affection was far and in between, but when he allowed that mask of his to slip, he was truly a sight to behold.
“You know as well as I do Luffy wouldn’t just let me go.”
“I can fight.”
“I know that.” You laughed, breathy and light, dancing upon clouds of emotion.
Law glanced at the clock on his wall, praying you wouldn’t notice and cut your time together short.
Of course, as always, luck wasn’t on his side. You noticed the shift, turned your head to look towards the clock. You cursed under your breath. Law winced as you spoke.
“I have to go.” You muttered.
Law sighed. “I know.”
You pressed a feather light kiss upon his temple, quick to pull away. The man found himself yearning for more but wouldn’t dare ask for it, not yet.
“I’ll see you soon. Don’t miss me too much.” You said, searching his eyes for the emotion that always betrayed his words.
He nodded his head. “I can’t wait.”
Taking your things in your hand you moved to the railing on the Polar Tang, the feeling of the sun welcomed upon your skin. You sighed. Time spent with Law was lovely, but you always found yourself missing the sun on your face and the scent ocean spray.
Feeling bold, you turned over your shoulder, flashing Law a bright smile. “I love you!”
Law’s knees wobbled, his resolve crashing down. You watched him stumble, faltering for a moment before you caught himself.
It was enough for you to notice.
You rushed over to him, holding his face in your hands as you studied his distant gaze.
“Law,” You spoke, attempting to snap him out of it. “Law, are you okay?”
“Don’t go…” He whispered, voice trembling.
“I’m here.” You reassured. “I’m not going anywhere, not yet.”
Law snapped back for a moment, but you lost him soon after. His hands cupped your wrists, that cloudy look flickering to your eyes.
“You can’t go… I can’t… Don’t…”
His emotions ran rampant in his mind, memories mingling with the present. He couldn’t form the words, so many things to say because he’d once left them unsaid.
His head fell against your shoulder. You felt him tremble, shaking as though afflicted by chill. You wrapped your arms loosely around him, rubbing circles into his back as you simply let him rest there.
You stood there for what felt like hours, worry enveloping you as you tried to make sense of the shift. But nothing came to mind, everything seeming so normal, so perfect. This was the first time something like this had happened. He’d watched you walk away so many times, bidding you a bittersweet farewell with smiles hidden behind a carefully cultivated facade.
Finally, Law spoke, loud enough that you could barely hear him, the lashing waves almost drowning him out completely.
“You’re not leaving.”
“What?”
“If you go…” He said softer than anything you’d ever heard him say before. “You won’t come back…”
You pulled away, watching Law slump then force himself to remain standing. You cupped his face in your hands, watching for a reaction. He welcomed the touch, relishing in your warmth, the sensation of your skin. Here, breathing, whole.
“If you want me to stay I will,” You spoke, entirely honest. “But… I know you don’t want that, not in the way you think you do.”
Law finally looked into your eyes and saw the honesty of your words, the vulnerability as you offered your entire life to him.
He hated it. But not because it was vile, but because it reminded him of a love he once knew, one he’d never been able to recognize until many years later.
He’d loved and lost, then been forced to do it all over again.
Law couldn’t bear the weight of watching another die right in front of him. Not when he knew your affection ran as deep within you as it did for him.
“I…” Law began to speak. You cut him off with a kiss to the tip of his nose reddened by emotion.
“You don’t have to say anything, not if you’re still unsure… I just wanted you to know how I feel, how I’ve felt, and how I will until the day I take my last breath.”
“Be safe. I need you here.”
Law pressed a kiss against your lips, a gesture that spoke more than three words ever will. Because for a man who cowered in the face of love and steered clear of emotions, this was everything he could offer and so much more.
“You’re beautiful.” Shion’s whisper breaks through the silence of the midnight hour.
You groan, rubbing your eyes. “Hm?”
“You’re beautiful.”
You roll your eyes. “How do you know?”
“I have eyes.”
You groan again. “I pray you didn’t wake me up for that, Shion.”
“No, of course not.”
You curl deeper into his side, a cold chill taking over. “Mm. Then what did you wake me up for?”
“I must confess, I thought you were a deep sleeper.”
“Oh, I bet you whisper that to everyone that ends up curled into you.”
“Of course, it is known to work wonders.”
You scoff. “Is that so?”
You go to scoot away but he wraps his strong arms around your waist and pulls you back into him, against his chest, that way you are staring up at him.
“Describe yourself to me.” The request is soft spoken but desperate, as if the words have been ripped from his chest.
You oblige his odd request, and describe yourself in as much detail as you can bear to give him though embarrassment courses through your veins.
Shion’s smile is soft as he takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Yes, just as I thought. Beautiful.”
The kiss is gentle; sweet. His hands are warm as they cup your face, rough from the many years he’s spent holding his weapon. It’s a perfect kiss, as far as you know. And when Shion pulls away, you both wear matching smiles.
You cannot tell me this man wouldn’t be able to smell your desire for him, okay?
Pairing: Yamada Asaemon Shion x f!reader.
Warnings: 18+, scent kink.
Word Count: 0.7k.
You liked to stare at Yamada Asaemon Shion.
Assessing him under your shameless gaze as you mapped out every inch of his features. From the deep, worn scars that crossed his eyelids, to the light shadow of stubble that cast across his jaw. Your eyes followed a path to follow the prominent bones of his clavicle and the hint of skin that peeked out from beneath his robes, just enough to keep you pondering what lay beneath.
“You shouldn’t stare at him,” Tenza would tell you, bluntly. But there was no real harm in it.
Shion was beautiful.
With a body that could’ve been sculpted by the gods, and a face to match. He was made to be ogled, to be marveled. Committing the sight of him to memory to keep with you while you lay awake at night with your fingers buried deep inside your cunt plagued with thoughts of him— And there was no real harm in it because he’d never know.
Or well, so you thought.
“Are you even paying attention?” You can hear the harshness at the back of his throat, trying to conceal the humour in his tone. A soft sigh follows as he moves to sheath his sword, you hadn’t been— how could you when the tie of his robes loosened enough to reveal muscular pectorals that begged you to ask for more.
“Of course.” You threw back a lie. Your eyes still focused on the light sheen of sweat that glistened against his pale skin in the cooling embers of the afternoon sun, slowly disappearing beneath the horizon.
“Are you lying to me again?” His calloused hand found the curve of your jaw with little effort, his palm pressed against your throat as he held you tight. Feeling the vibrations as you exhaled softly under his touch— you should’ve known there was nothing you could hide from him.
“Think of your answer again.”
He can smell the arousal practically pooling between your thighs. Clenching them together in a feeble attempt to mask the overpowering scent, but it’s futile when it practically radiates off you. The desire for him burns inside you like a blazing inferno as you’ve fought the urge to satiate it in front of him on more than one occasion. And what makes it worse is the same smell still lingers on your fingers, evidence of your indiscretions. The scent has his cock throbbing beneath his robes as he wonders what you think about when you lay on tousled sheets.
You make it difficult for him to focus— to even remember to breathe as he tries to aim for his target. His thoughts possessed with how you would feel beneath him, how you would taste. He’s never felt so much disdain over the thought of never being able to see again until now— to see how you would look strewn beneath him, the pleasure that would be etched into your features when he has you coming undone on his tongue.
“I was paying attention, Shion.” You chance again, your tongue slips out to wet your lip as you stare up at him. His jaw locked and focused as he curls his palm around the back of your neck, his thumb still pressed firm against your jaw.
“You were paying attention to something,” He continues, leaning down until his lips are a breadth away. His warm breath flutters against your skin as you have to stop yourself from reaching out to him, almost cross eyed as you stare at his chapped lips, “But I’m certain it was something improper.”
You can’t ignore the way your cunt throbs from his words, your neglected clit pulses with desire as Shion catches the muted rumble of a groan shake at the back of your throat. He can smell the fresh wave of arousal that oozes from your cunt, the spike in your temperature as he presses himself against your skin and the hike in your breath. Longing to bury his nose between your thighs to inhale deeply, to seek out the alluring scent that captivates him.
“I’m right, aren’t I?” He is. He already knows it, you already know it and yet he moves his palm over your front to press against your sternum. Feeling the swift flutter of your racing heart, before his hand slips lower to cup your sopping heat through your hakama, “Or do I need to check?”
everyone gets aware of luffy’s feeling the day he comments on your appearance. everyone except him.
we all know that the captain puts everyone on an equal footing when it comes to looks. except for when it comes to robots, he has never called anyone beautiful, cute or pretty.
so imagine the crew’s surprise when boa hancock gets upset at him for not falling for her charms « how could you not love me when i’m the most beautiful of all? » and luffy immediately responds « eh ? y/n is the most beautiful person to ever exist ». his clap back is so matter of factly that it requires several seconds to grasp what he just said.
« … eh? what are you even saying? » you ask, giving him a funny look, dismissing his foolishness
it hasn’t been long since you’ve joined them but the rest of the crew know luffy best. it’s in the way he tilts his head when all of his friends get silent, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. it’s also in the way he reaffirms this a second time as if everyone was able to see you the way he does : beautiful and the most of all.
Summary: Zoro was lying on his couch, naked again, carefree, snoring with the towel covering him minimally. Sanji was perplexed when he saw his imposing body. He felt his pulse quickening and a flow of overwhelming heat on his face, especially his nose.
AO3:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
This is the longest thing I've ever written, so I prefer to share the link.
synopsis: Luffy should've know better than being so close to the edge of the ship. Of course he would fall, it was just a matter of time. After you saved him, getting soaked and shivering from the salty water, Nami was so kind to help you get into a hot bath. You just didn't expect her to keep you company. Or to insist on washing your skin for you. [2.4K]
warnings: smut. dubcon. voyeurism. groping. masturbation. fingering. manipulation. dumbification. nudity. body massage. tw: use of 'good girl'. soft dom!nami. yandere!nami? female!reader.
Humming an old song, you walked around the Going Merry deck gathering your scattered materials. You asked Zoro a zillion times to not touch your things but don't matter how much he tries to be blasé: Zoro has a weak point for shining things.
You dropped all the metal pieces on your construction table, and separated everything into piles that looked disorganized but made perfect sense to you.
Still humming, you grabbed your screwdriver and went back to work on your recent project. Explosives are easy to make, but your crew isn't exactly in a position to waste a lot of gunpowder. Just unscrew the right parts, gather the remaining gunpowder from the stray bullets on the deck, connect the right wires and that's it! Usopp will get so happy!
"I need opinions", Sanji entered your room without knocking on the door. He put a dish in front of you, something that smelled so good you didn't even thought about complaining.
You took the silver spoon from him, and you felt how soft the cake was when you cut it. You couldn't help but to close your eyes, enjoying the moment. "You said you needed compliments?"
Sanji almost held your new creation, but the thought of getting his hands dirty convinced him of doing otherwise. "You always know what to say, sweetheart."
"And you al-"
The sound of something heavy falling shut you up. You looked around, fearing that one of the bombs had fallen off your desk, but there was nothing wrong. Then you heard the excruciating scream.
"Luffy", you both said in sintony.
When you both made to the deck, nothing was there. You ran to the other side, but it was just as desolate. "Is everything fine?"
You came back to Sanji, you saw him starring at the ocean. You did the same thing, supporting your body on a rope, and saw. The straw hat was floating.
"Luffy!" Sanji yeled, but received no answers. "Luffy!"
"Why all that noise?" Zoro get out of his room, his wristband resting on top of his three katanas.
"I'm sorry for disturbing your beauty sleep but Luffy fell in the fucking ocean", Sanji started to prepare a floater, working on a strong knot.
Zoro walked towards the boat's ropes, and you kept on looking at the ocean. If you know Luffy well — and you do —, then his hat fell and he didn't thought twice before jumping. You stared at the floating hat, waiting to see a sign of him.
When his hand appeared, a loud gasp stretched your throat. You looked around. Both men were doing the best they could but it wasn't fast enough. So you did the only thing you knew would stop Luffy from drowning.
You dived.
The water was so cold you almost screamed, but you had a better goal in mind. Luffy, even not being able of entering the salty water, would've done the same for you or any of the crew. He wouldn't hesitate. And you can't be weak when your captain is in danger.
You went up to breathe and check where the hat was. Sanji and Zoro shouted, but you were in no condition to hear them. You dived again, this time towards the straw hat.
Luffy struggled, trying to swim upwards, but his body was so heavy. He saw his hands, the sun shining beyond the sea barrier, his hat in the distance. It became difficult to keep his eyes open. His breath had run out so long ago. Desperate, Luffy tried to stretch again.
Something grabbed him, and Luffy tried to fought. He was so lucky for not having the strenght to fight a dove at the moment, because when the thing pulled him to the surface Luffy could finally breath again.
He coughed until all the water inside his lungs were back in the sea. Luffy held onto you. That was the first time you saw him so vulnerable. So in need of help.
"I am here", you tried to calm him down. You put his hat on his head. "I am here, captain."
Your body ached, but you held him and made sure his head wasn't near the sea. Every muscle burned inside of you. They dropped the floater, you put it around Luffy's body. Zoro hoisted him up, you could hear Usopp helping.
When it came down again, you held onto it and let them help you. All your members were shaking, everything was so cold.
Zoro held you and helped you stand on the Going Merry. He was so strong, and yet so gentle. Zoro can try to hide it, but you know his heart is his best quality. Your legs betrayed you when he let you go, but Usopp grabbed you before you could hit the ground.
He helped you sat on the deck, right beside where Luffy layed down. You mirrorred him, facing the sky. You let the breeze invade your lungs, the sky hurt your eyelids, seagulls sang in the distance. Freedom. Absolute freedom. Just like Luffy promissed you.
You breath in, letting the air relax your muscles. A shadow covered you, probably a cloud floating in the atmosphere, the sun couldn't aim you anymore. "You're fine?"
"Are you some kind of hero?" Even with your eyes closed you were still able to see Luffy's smile. "An angel?"
You laughed. It hurted, but it was the kind of pain that don't really matter. "You were drowning."
"I'm talking about my straw hat. You saved it", you heard Luffy sitting. His spirit was back already. Good. Really good. "And she even called me captain!"
"Don't get used to it", you heard Nami. You blinked, trying to expel the salty water from your eyes. Just then you realized that it was her shadow that protect you from the sun. Kneeling by your side, Nami's concern was almost palpable. "You both could've died."
You gave her a beaming smile. "I'm not that easy to kill."
"Me neither!" Luffy jumped from the floor and get on his feet. "Still brand new."
"Annoyingly resilient", Sanji murmured to himself. He approached, another shade preventing the sun from bothering you, and extended his hand. "What a crew!"
Nami pushed his hand away, and extended hers. "Do you think you can walk, brave girl?" Sanji rolled his eyes and followed Luffy, probably to offer him food.
You grabbed her hand, and without effort Nami managed to lift you up. For a moment you felt like you were going to fall, gravity playing tricks on your perception, but Nami held you by the shoulders. You melt between her hands.
"Are you fine?" Nami asked. Her fingers carressed you soggy skin. She squeezed your arm, her warm hands contrasting your icy body. "Do you think you can take a bath?"
"I can't get back to work stinking of fish, can I? Don't worry, I can take care of myself."
"I know. You just don't need to."
⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⋆✦⋆ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯
Leaning against the wall, you watched Nami preparing your bath. She boiled water, filled the bathtub, and now balanced the temperature with cold water. The way she was so exact, careful, made you smile.
She put her hand on the water. "Perfect", Nami murmured to herself. She turned to you, drying her hand on a towel. "Come here."
You were shivering, the clothes weighing you down. The closer you get, the more you felt how hot the water really was. You dipped your hand into the bathtub, an involuntary moan escaped your mouth. "Perfect. Thank you, Nami."
Nami walked away from the bathtub, taking the buckets with her. She placed them at the back of the bath area, and walked to the door. "Take off your clothes," Nami said. You heard the door being locked. "That way the water will cool down."
"Why are you still here?"
"I've told you. I will take care of you", Nami crossed her arms, walking slowly towards you. "Do you need help with you clothes?"
"No, I..." You held your wet clothes, the temperature of your body suddenly increasing. "I would rather not do this in front of you."
"Oh, I get it now", Nami smiled to you as if it was just a normal conversation. "We are girls. There's no need to be shy. Here, let me help you."
Nami touched the hem of your blouse. You tried to pull away, but she pulled you closer. Your chest collided with hers. "It's okay," she began to pull the soaked fabric up. "You trust me, don't you?"
"Of course", it was true. You trusted your life to her before, and you would do it again. You would've died for Luffy early if it was needed, and you would do the same for her. "You know that."
"Then let me help you, huh?" Nami purred against your ear. "Can you do that for me?"
You stopped fighting back. Nami gave your cheek a delicate kiss. "Good girl."
Nami pulled your shirt up, the sticky wet fabric giving you goosebumps as she slid it across your skin. She threw it on the floor, and admired you. You tried to cover your breasts, but Nami held your wrists. "No need to be embarrassed. You're beautiful."
Without being able to answer her, you just watched her kneel in front of you. She undid the buttons on your shorts and pulled them down. You leaned on her shoulders to take them off, Nami smiled at your gesture. She discarded it like the blouse, and rested her hands on your thigh.
"Don't you feel better now?" Her fingers played with the seam of your panties. You closed your legs. "Without all that wet, heavy clothing. Don't you think I did the right thing?"
“I guess so”, you swallowed. When you felt her fingers pulling your panties, the movement so slow it bordered on torture, you closed your eyes tightly. "Nami, I..."
"Open your eyes."
You did as she said. Now naked, you just wanted to hide yourself. Nami smiled at you, her eyes shining. "Enter the water."
You turned to get into the bath, and you did it so quickly it was almost inhuman. Up to your chin in the water, you heard her approaching. She sat on the tube, and grabbed you by your chin. "Feeling good?"
You looked up at her and nodded. "Great", she said. Nami wet the soap and rubbed it on her hand. "Now I'm going to make you feel even better."
She started with your hands. Nami massaged them with so much devotion, so much care, that you almost forgot your shame. The affection rose to your arms. You felt the soap penetrating your skin, taking away the smell of salt. Her hands smooth out the knots in your muscles. When she focused on your shoulders it was impossible not to close your eyes. "Feels so good."
When her hands caressed your breasts, a part of you didn't want to complain or pull away. A part of you asked you to stay there, quiet, and let Nami do whatever she wanted. She always knew what was best for you. And that was the voice you heard.
She squeezed them lightly, slid her fingers through them, pinched your nipples. Nami soaped them, massaged them, worshiped them.
As she dropped her hands, you couldn't help but complain. "Patience, brave girl," Nami scratched your thighs. "Open your legs for me."
And you did as she asked you.
Her fingers ran down your thighs, squeezed your waist, played with your skin. Then they approached the hottest point on your body. The point that seemed to vibrate, boil under the water. You shivered when her finger touched your lips.
Nami's other hand went up your body, her nails scratching your skin, and ended up grabbing your hair. Your head fell back, exposing your neck, and Nami slid her nose against your damp skin. "My girl is so sensitive", she licked the junction of your neck and shoulder.
With her tongue working on your neck, playing with your sensitive skin, her fingers circled your lips. Your nerves screamed under her fingers, your mouth wouldn't stay closed. Nami could turn you over, smear you, twist you: you wouldn't complain.
Her thumb pressed against your clit, the bone slamming into your stiff nerve at an excruciating pace. Nami let go of your hair and moved her hand down to your breasts, playing with your sensitive nipples. You moaned, blurrs glowing in your closed eyelids, and you rolled your hips against her fingers.
Without needing to hear you ask, without even warning you, Nami penetrated you with two fingers. The sounds you made became louder, more needy, and with each movement of your fingers inside you, your body became hotter. You smiled, so immersed in the pleasure that you didn't even notice the lewd way Nami was looking at you.
She curled her fingers. The pressure massaging your walls became too much, and you grabbed her fist. "N-Nami, I..."
"Do it again", Nami bit your neck. She increased the speed of her fingers. As she thrust her fingers into you, her palm bumped against your clit. A shameful sound escaped your pussy. It was so good. So, so good. "Moan my name."
"Nami", you did as she demanded. It was impossible to say anything other than her name. Your moans were so loud, so shameful, you wouldn't think it was impossible for everyone on deck to hear you. But you didn't care. You didn't care about anything. "Don't stop."
Then Nami opened her fingers. She became even more brutal, her hand went back to your hair. She grabbed it tightly, almost really hurting you.
It started as a numbing wave. It passed through your pussy, up your belly, reached your breasts. All your limbs became useless, your mouth hung open, your eyes closed. And when the wave reached your head, you were already unable to breathe. You could only tremble against her fingers.
You squirmed, and it was Nami who kept you sitting down. She continued to fuck you, to torture your clit, to hurt your head. And when you became an empty doll, your mind blank and your body tired, Nami stopped. She didn't take her fingers out of you, feeling the way you still squeezed her. Tender kisses reached your cheeks.
You were the one who initiated the kiss. It was sloppy, you were too weak to do it any other way. You held her by the neck, trembling hands clinging to her soft skin. "Join me."
Nami smiled against your mouth. She stood up, still bent over to continue the kiss. "It will overflow."
"Do you care?"
She didn't.
if you enjoyed, please reblog! i promise it makes a difference ♡
If any of these themes are uncomfortable or triggering for you, please scroll past. 18+ only / MDNI.
You approached your girlfriend as she laughed and chatted with the rest of the crew, her smile radiant beneath the soft glow of lantern light. You leaned in, brushing your lips against the shell of her ear. “Hey Robin, I’m heading to bed,” you murmured, voice low and intimate.
Robin glanced at you sharply— gaze softened only for you—and gave your hand a light squeeze. “Alright, love. I won’t be long.”
She lingered with the crew just a little longer, finishing her drink and sharing a few more laughs before finally slipping away and heading to the cabin. She entered to find you laying back on the bed, shirt discarded, legs stretched out lazily with the book she had gotten you resting in your lap.
“Still awake?” she asked, shutting the door behind her with a soft click.
“I was waiting for you,” you said with a half-smile, eyes dragging over the way she peeled off her top and slipped into something far more inviting—nothing but a thin, silk robe that barely clung to her skin.
Robin smirked and climbed into bed, straddling your thighs. “You know how reckless you get when you’re tired,” she teased, brushing your hair from your face. “All needy and desperate for attention.
“Then give it to me,” you whispered, bucking your hips up slightly against her. “You’re so good at making me fall apart.”
She leaned down, her lips brushing yours briefly before trailing lower—across your jaw, down your throat—until she was tugging the sheet down your body, revealing bare skin and already damp thighs. “You always say you’ll be quiet,” she muttered, mouth brushing dangerously close to where you needed her. “But we both know you’re a liar.”
“Please, Robin,” you whimpered, spreading your legs wider as your breath hitched. “I’ll be good.”
That was all the encouragement she needed.
She dipped her head and ran her tongue slowly through your folds, savoring every reaction. You gasped, body tensing as her lips wrapped around your clit and sucked, sending electric pleasure straight up your spine.
She moaned into you, her hands gripping your thighs tightly as she feasted—slow, controlled, devastating. The sounds were obscene: her wet licks, your breathless cries, the soft creak of the bed beneath you both.
“Fuck—oh my god,” you choked out, hips jerking. “Robin, more, please, don’t stop—”
She slipped two fingers inside you with no warning, curling them just right as she kept her mouth latched to your clit. You nearly screamed. Only the pillow shoved between your teeth stopped you from waking the whole damn ship.
“Don’t hold back,” Robin said, pulling back just enough to speak before diving in again. “Let them hear how good I fuck you.”
Her fingers pumped faster now—wet and slick, curling and pressing into your most sensitive spot over and over. Your body writhed, legs trying to clamp around her head but her strength kept them pinned open.
Your orgasm hit hard and fast, your entire body tensing under the weight of it.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” you cried out, stars exploding behind your eyes as your walls clenched around her fingers.
But she didn’t stop.
She kept going—slower now, coaxing another wave out of you as you whimpered beneath her. Her lips returned to your clit, tongue flicking mercilessly while her fingers stayed buried inside you.
“M-Mommy, I can’t—” you sobbed, your legs trembling uncontrollably.
“Yes, you can,” she growled, her voice darker now. “You’re going to come again, and this time, you’re going to scream for me.”
You did.
You screamed her name like a prayer, like a curse, like the only thing that mattered. And as your second orgasm ripped through you, Robin finally pulled back, her chin slick with your release and a proud, wicked smile on her face.
“Now that’s more like it,” she purred, wiping her mouth and leaning down to kiss you deeply, letting you taste yourself on her lips. “Tired yet?”
You nodded, breathless and wrecked.
“Good,” she whispered, placing slow, wet kiss on your neck and down, “Because I’m not finished.”
Happy pride month my beautiful,sexy,gorgeous lesbian
+ warnings: wlw content!! modern au, cheating?, friends with benefits, mutual mⱥsturbⱥtion, phone sɇx, mentions of fingering
+ ft: nico robin x fem reader
+ wc: 1.2k
+ an: happy pride month to all my fellow lgbt+ folks <3 i wanted to kick off pride month with one of my favorite op girlies (as well as ayesha erotica's newest release)!!
minors + men DNI!
whenever you needed someone, robin was there. always.
she never questioned a thing. her loyalty was like no other to you. coffee dates just to chat, random shopping sprees, late nights tangled in bed. sometimes you two would even shower together.
that was all normal in friendships. but the heat eating at your gut was not.
anytime you saw her, your stomach erupted into butterflies, heat flying up to your cheeks. cuddling with her at night had your cunt growing damp with arousal, nipples hardening into peaks with every soft exhale of hers.
for fucks sake, you had a boyfriend!! these feelings for robin were so new, yet the felt so right. you were well aware robin was a lesbian, and you yourself were bi.
but dating your friend? that was insane! imagine all that could go wrong??
you never said you couldn't practice things with her. kissing, making out, you could always count on her to help improve your techniques.
her lips were always so soft against yours, tongue and mouth so inviting. you couldn't help but get into it, despite it being practice.
she never complained once. her face would always be flushed as you pulled away, chest panting with each labored breath.
she was just helping right?? like the time she showed you how to properly finger yourself, since your useless boyfriend barely got you off. she treated you better than he did.
but she was just a friend.
tonight was no different. you called robin up, in need of her time. her voice.
your boyfriend had fucked up again. who else could you turn to but robin? she always had the right answers, always had the tools to help you regather your thoughts.
you press *69 on the phone. her number appears on the screen. your finger presses the call button, bringing the device up to your ear. it barely rings before she picks up.
"what's up?" her voice coos from over the line.
"robin, hey-" you start, before she cuts you off. she knew.
"what did he do this time" not a question, a command.
"ugh, robin, he's so dumb! i don't know how many times i have to show him how to make me cum, he just, he never listens!!" you exclaim, lounging out on the sheets of your bed as you talk to her on the phone.
a soft 'mm' of thought sounds from her side. "he's a moron. i don't understand why you don't break up with him yet..."
"okay, he doesn't understand my body, but he's still nic-"
"you and i know that's a lie." she cuts off again. you can envision her smile in your mind as she goes on. "not only is he terrible in bed, selfishly so, he also never gets you anything! when has he ever taken you out to a nice date? you know he has that kind of money."
she had a point. you pause, going silent. she was right, robin was right, robin was always right.
your boyfriend was shit. you wouldn't let him ruin this night, or any other nights for that fact.
"what's going through the pretty head of yours?" robin coos.
"texting him. we're through."
"atta girl."
"thanks robin. gotta go, i'mma go fucking finger myself and pray that it gets me off." you say, going to hang up.
"wait" she calls. you pause, thumb hovering over the button. "huh?"
"i said wait." she pauses. "tell me, are you in that pretty pink lingerie set i picked out with you?"
you gulp. "uhm, yea, why?"
"oh, just curious. wanted to imagine what your wearing as you touch yourself" she replies calmly, like what she said wasn't the most random thing in the world.
"huh??"
"i said, i wanna imagine what your wearing as i think about you touching yourself."
oh. oh. your face flushes at her words, arousal slowly slicking up the pretty pink lacey panties you had bought with her - originally for your boyfriend. now they were robin's.
"has he ever had phone sex with you?" she questions.
"no. never... why?"
"wanna try it? ya know, for practice."
practice, right. that's all this was. just like the kissing, and the making out, and the fingering. all just practice with robin. nothing more, nothing less. yet why did it turn you on so much.
"s-sure" you choke out.
"good. now, i want you to rub your finger over your slit and clit. through the lingerie. work yourself up a bit. make pretty noises into the phone for me." she purrs out, her words like gasoline to the fire in your gut. you nod, hitching a breath as you drag your fingers across your soaked panties.
robin chuckles softly from the other line, the sounds of her shorts being shifted down her thighs. you could picture it, the soft fabric of her sleep shorts slowly inching down her plush, tanned thighs. it was really making you needy.
"good, good. slip them to the side, and tease yourself." she coos at you, her breath hitching as you hear a finger dip into herself. fuck, she's getting herself off, just like me....
"now what?" you gasp out, her commands and your ministrations rapidly affecting you. you felt like you could cum from this alone. but you'd hold off, until she said you could.
"press one finger in. just one." she ask, the sounds of her fingers dipping in and out of her cunt sounding softly in the background of the line.
you swallow the saliva pooling in your mouth, obliging. slowly, you move your finger, in and out, curling up to press the spot inside you - the one robin showed you how to manipulate.
in all honesty, you were mimicking how she fingered you. because that's all you could think of when getting yourself off. you thought it was because she taught you. in reality, it was because you craved her.
"add a second" her voice calls from the other side, snapping you back to your thoughts, earning her a soft moan as you slide in a second, continuing your thrust. the sounds from both your and her fingers grew louder, both of you panting into the other's speakers.
"f-fuck, now brush your clit for me" she groans. your head falls back into the pillows as you whine, hips rutting against your hand, wishing it was hers, using her devil fruit power on you. but it wasn't, at least for now.
"so close" you whimper into the line, earning a choked chuckle. "me as well... cum for me?" robin ask.
you can't deny her, moaning her name as your pussy spasms around your fingers, phone slipping from your hand. you can hear her own orgasm from the other line, her pants resounding through the speaker.
"shit... did so well for me... much better than that loose screw of a boyfriend, hm?" she ask. you can practically hear her smirk.
"yea.. way better."
"clean yourself up. i'll help you move his shit out of your apartment tomorrow... good night, my love." the line goes silent, robin hanging up.
she had officially broken you. you weren't going to confront her about this tomorrow... but maybe you could initiate a more physical round?
