“She likes me more than you, you know.” Satoru says seriously.
Big hazel eyes stared up at him. A fluffy tail swished. There are no thoughts behind those eyes, he observed. Only hunger.
“Yeah, she does.” He said insistently. The tail swished again while he protectively held his bowl closer to his chest. He didn’t care one single bit if he looked ridiculous.
He'd already had to get up from his comfortable spot on the couch when she tried to launch herself at him, dodging her as she followed him around.
"You look like a gremlin, and it's after midnight, so you definitely aren't getting any." He said seriously, like she was listening at all, let alone understood him.
Satoru wasn’t really a cat person. He didn’t mind them, but preferred the energy and general enthusiasm to see him that dogs had. However, he didn’t have the kind of time to dedicate to being a proper dog owner, and you, as his girlfriend who was actually home the most, loved cats.
He admittedly does like how soft they are and how funny it looks when they sit like a little loaf of bread.
He does not like how they try to steal his ice cream.
“Back off, Latte!” He did not feel ridiculous at all for taking a defensive stance against a 10lb animal.
He lifted the bowl over his head, as if there was even the possibility she could have reached it while he was already standing up. But he’s not stupid. He fights this battle almost every night with varying desserts and she is crafty.
He’s never owned a cat before, obviously (he didn’t have any pets growing up because he never had time, always training training training), so he wasn’t aware they even ate people food. He definitely didn’t consider that one might overcome their own skittishness for whipcream.
He gets it though.
“This is mine, as in, for me only. You don’t get any.” He also was not even remotely embarrassed to be arguing seriously with a cat that was stretched up his leg like she was going to climb her way to his dessert.
“Gah! These are expensive, you know.” He gritted out when he felt claws digging into his thigh through the fabric of his pants.
“Meoow!”
“Stop looking at me like that! You can’t have it!”
Just as he was considering the pros and cons of shaking his leg to get her off him, you were there, swooping up the silly animal and holding her like a baby.
“Y’know, you could’ve been eating your ice cream this whole time, instead of trying to convince her to leave you alone,” You say, smiling, “I don’t think even you can get a cat to go away when they don’t want to.”
He made a grumbling sound, not agreeing with you, just turning his back and stuffing his face like a chipmunk.
You reached around to swipe a finger through the whipcream and he glared over his shoulder at you when you let the cat lick it off your finger.
"...you don't let me do that." He pouted.
You looked at him flatly while your cat tried to squirm out of your arms, "Just hurry up and finish it, goof."
He manically scooped the remains into his mouth, making you laugh when he actually licked the bowl.
“Why don't you ever turn use infinity?” You asked with a raised brow, amused, as he took his dishes to the kitchen.
His mouth opened but no words came out. He blinked. "I have no idea."
he secretly liked the nightly battle. he called it 'bonding.'
ino is the kind of guy who is so excited to get your pants off and when he finally does and puts you face down ass up before freezing. both his hands are gently holding the sides of your ass and he's silent for a minute, making you nervous and wondering what's wrong before you hear him whisper reverently "wow..."
he feels so blessed and because you're blushing and burying your face in your arms, you don't see him look towards the ceiling, dramatically (and very quietly) saying "thank you thank you thank you-"
All you did today was fight for every fucking thing, for respect from your coworkers, against criticism from your boss, with your family about what you were doing with your life, and now you can't stop.
Nanami recognizes that you need to be taken out of your own head and recentered. But you're stuck in fight mode, and you argue and push back the whole time bc even if you know it’s what you need, you just can’t let go.
And that just frustrates you more, almost to the point of tears, because you know that you are making everything harder for yourself and you're being downright mean to him, when he hasn't done anything except put himself in your path as an easy target.
Right now, he is part of the “everyone else” and you need him to force you not to fight anymore. you're home now, you're safe, you can let your guard down. but you just can't do that and you can't get those words out, so you just hope that he understands what you can't tell him.
And Nanami does understand. He always has a way of knowing.
He wondered, when you walked in and answered his greeting with a sigh and a hum. He had an inkling when you just shoved your belongings into a pile on the entryway bench. He was suspicious when you snarked at him for asking how your day was. and he was sure when you purposefully turned your head away from his kiss.
you have an unofficial routine when one of you gets home before the other. the first one home is who starts dinner and then helps the other begin their decompression from the outside world. sometimes it's light and soft. and sometimes it is not.
So he's rough with you. He grabs you, but he never throws you or pushes you. He holds you firmly, his movements sure and controlled. And as much as you back talk and push against him, he stays steady. the only thing that will let him know this isn't what you need, is that one word that you both know would stop all of this.
But you don't want that. you want him to make you let go, to give up your control, to stop worrying,
So instead, you try to pull away and he doesn't let you. he easily drags you to your shared bedroom and you complain the whole time. even as he undresses you, getting you to start letting the world fall away from you layer by layer. Your protests slow down, but haven't stopped, so he sits on the bed with you across his lap, bare ass easily within his grasp. He softly runs his hand up and down your bare back, giving you goosebumps, until you are a little less tense and your breathing has slowed. and then he smacks the flat of his palm across your ass and thighs.
You jolt and curse him, but he shushes you and holds your tighter. He tells you to count, because he knows that eventually you'll be too busy trying to keep track and forget why you're supposed to be mad.
You feel his cock harden underneath you, but he doesn't let you try to grind down against him. what he does do is lift your hips up just a bit, so your wet pussy is more exposed a delivers a harsh, stinging slap against it, causing you to let out a breathy cry.
His hand is a little bit wet now when he hits you, and it makes you feel some type of way knowing he's turning you into a perfect little mess for him.
By the time you've gotten to fifteen solid slaps to your ass and thighs, you're breathing heavy and kind of exhausted, lying flat and almost boneless across his lap. your eyes are a bit wet and the most prominent thought in your head is the sting in your backside and how you can feel the heat radiating from your own skin. and Kento is a master at providing a satisfying experience, not leaving any one area less red than another.
You shudder and jerk when he gently rubs his hand over your heated skin and he knows that you are almost there, but he needs to push you a little more. It's his job to look after you and he takes it very seriously.
So he helps you onto the floor with a small pillow under your knees (which he keeps beside the bed for this exact purpose). He arranges you how he likes and is satisfied that you are no longer pushing against his movements, but rather leaning into them.
Kento undoes his belt and pulls his painfully hard cock out. it's an angry red and the head is wet from all of the precum. Your mouth is already open, tongue eager for the weight of him on it. He rubs his thumb against your cheek before moving his hand to take a significant hold at the back of your head.
"Look at me," he says quietly, his voice steady and deep as always, lulling you even further into a tingling sense of calm. you tilt your head back as much as you're allowed so you can look up at him, eyes damp and mouth still open. the longer he admires you, you start to whine and he hushes you while guiding his thick length into your wet and ready mouth.
His head falls back, letting out his own shuddering groan and has to take a minute to just savor the feel of you around him. you hum around him, eyes fluttering shut and just holding him in your mouth. you're savoring the feel of him, how he fills your mouth, the solid weight of him against your tongue, anchoring you.
He pulls your hair gently so your open your eyes again, asking, "ready?"
You hum again and hollow your cheeks in a brief suck, indicating he can start at any time.
"Good girl." he praises while he starts to pull his cock out to angle your head and more easily fuck all the way into your throat. you immediately choke as he pushes it just enough into your tight throat. you easily accustom to his thrusts and relax further into his hold, the steady in and out of his tip into the tight heat of your throat lulling you into a sense of comfort.
And finally, you can't think of anything at all.
You've never felt safer or more at peace than when you're on your knees in your bedroom, Kento's steady hand gripping your hair just enough to sting, fucking his cock into your throat with shallow, grinding thrusts.
"I've got you, darling. just let me take care of you."
Listen. I didnt think id ever write something like this about my sweet summer child. But here we are. And i have no regrets. So lets do it. /confetti toss
“Hey. I’m hungry.” You could feel Luffy’s dramatic pout as he dropped his chin on your shoulder from behind. You rolled your eyes and put the pen down from the letter you were writing.
“Loof, you’re always hungry. And shouldn’t you be bugging Sanji, not me?”
“Noooo,” he whined as he scooted closer so you could feel his chest pressed up against your back. He stretched his neck so he could stare imploringly at you, “I’m hungry.”
You blinked and leaned back to get a better look at his expression, and felt your heart skip and your body get warmer at what you saw. He had that intense and focused look in his eyes and although he wasn’t smiling, you could sense his pleased confidence radiating off of him. Oh. He didn’t want food, he wanted… okay.
“Oh. um, yeah, okay I… right now?” Your cheeks started to warm even as your body was already waking up to the implications. You two weren’t official in any real sense, other than the rest of the crew knowing there was something going on, but it was accepted as just a different aspect of a relationship between nakama. And the two of you weren’t doing much in the physical sense, but you weren’t one to turn away from Luffy wanting to explore.
“Mmhmm. If y/n wants to?” Luffy tilted his head to the side in question as he looked at you. You knew he wouldn’t be offended if you said no. But… to be honest, he rarely took the initiative himself, and you were never going to turn him down.
“Yeah, I do.”
“Yeah!” he shouted and pumped his fist, startling the few other straw hats out on the deck, but they quickly went back to their business, more than used to their captains outbursts. He stood up abruptly and pulled you with him, hurrying to get below deck to the first suitably empty room you two could find.
As soon as the two of you were behind closed doors he immediately crowded you against the wall, taking up your space so you could feel his chest against yours.
For a few moments, the two of you just breathed the same air, and you alternated between looking into his eyes and staring at his lips, completely caught up in the pounding of your heart and the sounds of your breathing. Then he started giggling. You deflated.
“Oh my god, what now.” You asked exasperated.
“Nothin. I’m just excited.” He grinned. You blushed and surged up to press your lips against his, with him wasting no time opening up his mouth to yours.
His mouth was warm and wet and his tongue was eagerly sliding against yours. For a few moments you just enjoyed the feeling of his mouth moving wetly against yours, the feel of his strong shoulders underneath your palms and his hands gripping your waist.
“Come on come on come on,” he whined rubbing his hands up and down your sides, bunching up your shirt, but not making any moves to take off your clothes until you gave the okay.
You smiled at his eagerness. With one hand clenched in his hair and the other on his shoulder, you brought his lips back up to meet yours, “be patient, I’m not going anywhere.”
Luffy whined against your lips, and slid down until he was on his knees before you. His head was resting against your hip, his cheek touching your bare stomach where your shirt rode up. Looking up at you he frowned, somehow looking both adorable and enticing, “But I want you now.”
Your breath hitched as one of his hands slid up the inside of your thigh. Not touching, but dangerously close the heat of your core, and your body tingled at his casual intimacy. Your captain was never intentionally sexy, most of the time he was a huge oblivious dork. But it was his confidence in his actions, even when he had no idea what he was doing, and the surety of his words that went straight through you.
Honestly the two of you had not gone very far sexually. Your crew was often busy running from marines, or enemy pirates or exploring new islands to really be able to relax in that way. Besides, you were really at the whims of your captains desires, not that you minded, and he wasn’t particularly interested in anything but your presence most of the time.
But somewhere along the way he’d come across the concept of ‘eating out’ and if there was something Luffy truly enjoyed, it was anything he could get his mouth on.
And who were you to say no when your captain says you he wants taste you?
His hand slid up tantalizingly over the front of your shorts and stopped at the button and he looked at you with his eyes wide, “Can I?”
You nodded and then gasped as, instead of unbuttoning your shorts, he pulled you down so you were laying on the ground. He stared down at you, looking up and down your body, and you could feel yourself getting wet already under his intense gaze. It was thrilling to have all of his attention to completely on you, whenever you were together.
Finally he reached up and popped the button of your shorts and slid both them and your underwear down your legs at the same time. You shivered, feeling hot and exposed as he tossed your pants away. With his hands on the backs of your knees he spread them apart to make room for himself, feeling and looking right at home between your legs.
Luffy settled himself down on his stomach and set your legs more comfortably over his shoulders. “Mmm, you’re wet, I can taste you already.”
You flushed, embarrassed but unbelievably turned on whenever he said things so bluntly like that. Luffy was honest to a fault, and it was nice to know that when he said things, he meant them.
While he brought his face closer to your core, you squirmed. He never usually drew it out this much. Why was he taking so long?
Suddenly a warm tongue ran up your folds and you shuddered, gasping. You felt his fingers dig into your hip bones as you jerked up, holding you in place. For being so wiry, his grip was unfaltering and you could feel yourself leaking more juices at the thought of you being completely at his mercy.
He licked you again and hummed, satisfied. Flattening his tongue, he pressed it fully against you and lapped, sucking up your juices as they leaked out.
“Y/n tastes so good. You’re my favorite flavor.” You groaned as he dove back in. Reaching down to grip his hair between your fingers, you could feel his grin against your most intimate place and your heart skipped a beat again. You would do anything to keep that smile for yourself.
Opening his mouth he pulled your lower lips in between his and sucked harshly, before sliding his tongue back between them and sliding it down. With the flat of his tongue against your entrance, he pushed in, not deterred for a moment by how tight you were.
You whimpered. There were some benefits to doing this with a rubber man, and as you felt his tongue stretch farther inside you, you started panting. The smoothness of it rubbing against your walls at a steady place, filling you more than you can imagine. With his lips still mouthing against you, he curled his tongue up and rubbed against the spot at the top of your walls. You cried out and gripped his hair tighter to pull his face closer into you.
“L-Luffy, yes, I…” You tried to tell him how good he was making you feel, but you squeaked instead when his hand slid to cup the front of your mound and press his thumb against your clit.
You started bucking your hips against him as he sucked hard, before pulling his face away. You looked at him with glassy eyes and noticed that his chin and cheeks were wet with your juices. He always was a messy eater.
“Ready?” He asked and grinned, not caring a bit for his messy face. You were about to ask what for when he slipped two fingers inside you and you threw your head back. He began massaging you at a quick pace, thumb] pressed firmly against your clit again.
“They said secret to getting the most juice was to use my fingers.” He said and slid a third finger in. He stretched those digits deeper into you, just like he had with his tongue and you didn’t give a fuck who told him to do it you were just glad that they did.
With his fingers still inside you moving quicker and more insistently, he replaced his thumb with his tongue, lapping against your clit rapidly. You were moving your hips in time with his fingers and before you knew it you were gushing over his fingers, clamping down against his digits and releasing with a high keening noise.
He pulled his face back to work you through your orgasm with his fingers at a slower pace. Once you started to regain your breath he dove back in to clean you up.
You shuddered and whined at the oversensitivity, but he wouldn’t stop. This was exactly what he wanted after all and he wasn’t letting go until he got every last drop. You could feel his tongue dip into you again and lick insistently and you cried out again, feeling a smaller, sharper orgasm wash over you.
When it started to get painful you pushed at his head until he pulled away, sticking his fingers in his mouth to lick them off.
“Do you want me to-?” You panted, lifting your head up from the ground just in time to see him licking his lips one last time, before he crawled up and flopped on top of you. You started petting his hair down from when you had messed it up.
“Nah, I’m good. I just had a craving y’know? Shishishi.” He grinned cheekily.
You blushed darkly at his casualness and smacked the back of his head while he continued to laugh, “Stupid! Don’t just say stuff like that!”
