"i'll only go if one of you pays for my ticket <3"
★ : comedy(?), smut, ace x reader x sabo, modernau, 3some, double penetration, mild degradation, slaps on breasts and buttocks, compliments, mention of creampie and anal. (repost)
having two best friends who are brothers isn't an easy task; you usually see them arguing daily over silly things, especially regarding the upbringing of little luffy, an eight year old brat who doesn't know when to shut up — but deep down you really like him. the focus now is: the two brothers are arguing about taking luffy on a trip. the zoo was partially a successful mission; luffy saw meerkats, elephants, giraffes, lions, any kind of animal you could find in a zoo.
"ace! ace! why aren't there any sea animals here? i want to see a seahorse! uncle shanks said there are lots of cool animals in the sea!" and there went a family outing. the boy started talking nonstop about uncle shanks and his adventures at sea as a fisherman — the same uncle shanks who keeps filling little luffy's head with stories.
so now you were watching the two of them arguing about it while luffy was at school, they dragged you into the middle of this whole family mess. and the biggest obstacle in that argument was the price of the tickets.
"look at this! 150 bucks to see a seahorse?! you think i'm rich, sabo?" ace questions while throwing himself into the old armchair that their grandfather, garp, gave them — he just dumped his trash at the three brothers' house — "we already spent over two hundred bucks on that safari at the zoo!"
"but luffy wants to see the sea animals too, it would be a great opportunity to study marine life a bit, plus he's never been to an aquarium, not even when he was with garp when he was his guardian," sabo says in the kitchen, completely calm while preparing sandwiches for his brother and his beloved best friend. "and think about it, ace, luffy already has this affection for the sea because of shanks, it's killing two birds with one stone."
"and a shot in my pocket."
you chuckled as you simply watched the two of them arguing; it had become so common that you no longer interfered in their discussions over the years of closeness with them. "what do you think, sweetheart? do you have enough money to pay for the trip to the aquarium?" ace asked, turning his face completely towards you, seeing how comfortable you were on the sofa, beautiful, at ease, and in short clothes. what a temptation, daddy.
"ah, anyway, i wouldn't go—", "what?!" they both shout before you could even finish speaking, staring at them with eyes almost bulging from widening.
"my love, but why wouldn't you go? luffy is so happy when you're with us," sabo asks, handing you a plate with a perfectly prepared sandwich, accompanied by a great orange juice. sabo could spoil you so much that you would never get tired of it.
"i'm a little strapped for cash, i have to pay my college tuition, the rent at home, not to mention the gym, i'll be completely broke this month. i'm really sorry," you say, shrugging. there wasn't much you could do to go along. "if you want to pay for my ticket, i'm accepting. i'll return the favor by giving it to one of you."
the words flowed from your lips with complete naturalness, now slightly stained with the sauce sabo had used on your sandwich. It was perfectly normal for you to say something like that to them — "if you help me buy such and such, i'll give one of you a blowjob," "if you do me such and such a favor, i'll let you fuck my cunt" — and so on, but of course it never happened, because you weren't serious. it was just the overwhelming intimacy you had with them that allowed you to say the most outrageous things you had ever said in your life.
but now they were really going to take this seriously, oh yes they were.
ace and sabo had been drooling over you since high school. you weren't the popular girl or the nerd, you were just another pretty girl who had the misfortune of crossing paths with the two older boys, only a little over a year apart. but that didn't stop them from spending hours masturbating in pure frustration at not having you to satisfy their worst desires, from staring at you in gym class in your short uniform back then. or now, blatantly staring at you in your thin tank top and tiny shorts.
ace and sabo knew about each other's feelings regarding the girl. how did they find out? simple, sabo caught ace masturbating in the bathroom; the door was unlocked, and low moans were coming from the room. at first, sabo ignored it, thinking it was just his little brother being a pervert, but upon hearing the name of the girl who captivated him, he simply burst into the bathroom. it was on that extremely embarrassing and humiliating day that they both discovered their feelings for the same girl.
"i just bought the tickets. i had to pay in installments, but it's not a problem for me," sabo says after long minutes of silence. at first, you don't pay any attention, understanding that sabo had bought tickets for himself and his two brothers. "you're coming too, my dear. i reserved the tickets for this sunday. try not to be late, okay?" he says with the biggest smile in the world, making you choke on your own saliva and drop your phone, the one you were using after finishing eating while sabo was plotting his malicious plan.
"you what?" you quickly adjust yourself on the sofa, still too lazy to get up, but surprised enough to lift your body and face the blond. "sabo, i told you! i didn't have any money this month, you know I don't like being in debt like this!" your protest comes out with an awkward pout.
next to you, ace understood perfectly, of course, your words, "if you want to pay for my ticket, i'm accepting. i'll reciprocate by giving one to one of you," still echoed in his perverted mind, but he won't do anything. ace will also be surprised by sabo's act; he expected this from him, not from his goody two shoes brother who treats you like a porcelain doll. but apparently sabo was more perverted than him.
"ah, don't worry, doll," ace says in the background, slowly getting up from the armchair until he stops beside you on the sofa. sabo imitates his brother's action, until they stop on the other side, both in front of him, having to lower their heads to see his little face in astonishment, his reasoning slow — you didn't even remember his words "you'll pay us, don't worry... and it won't cost you a penny"
really, you didn't need to worry, not a single penny would come out of your pocket. but in return, you were being well, well used by the two brothers, in the best way possible.
"damn... so tight, love," ace whispers against your ear, starting to distribute kisses all over the side of your neck in a desperation never seen before. he was buried inside your greedy little pussy. being inside you was like being in paradise, your warm, tight walls contracting with every dirty word from ace and sabo. but there was a problem — only for ace — he felt sabo's penis rubbing against his, after all, the blond was also buried inside you. yes, double penetration. "greedy pussy, wants two dicks at once," he laughs against your neck, landing a hard slap on your perky little ass, making you let out little cries of pure pleasure.
you just agreed, lost in the pleasure of being fucked by two at once, in the same hole. she was so dumb she wasn't paying attention to anything anymore, just moaning and whimpering. so perfect.
"yeah... damn, a greedy little slut. isn't that right, my dear?" sabo caresses your little breasts that bounced with ace's movements behind you. the scene was so beautiful in the blond's eyes; the perky nipples waiting to be twisted, screaming to be mistreated. if ace could slap your beautiful ass, sabo could do the same to your beautiful little breasts. "didn't waste any time—" a slap on the left breast "handed your pussy over to us on a silver platter" another slap, on the right breast "but this pussy is only ours, isn't it, darling? of course it is, you were desperate for it too" then he puts both hands together, one on each breast, squeezing them like two stress balls. tou could only cry with pleasure on their cocks.
"you're mean, sabo," ace says against the skin after leaving a hickey that would take a while to fade. "but the pussy is ours. even if you refuse to give us that little ass." another thrust after the dirty words, making you sob.
"no-no! i already told you... my little ass... is a virgin!" you whimper beautifully, all that attention, the words, the slaps, everything was pushing you towards climax, you hated loving all of it. "you'll learn to take it up the ass if you keep making that pretty little slutty face for us, baby." ace's hands go to your hips, adjusting the position to thrust harder, he needed to cum inside, to compete with sabo to fill you with his cum first. "you'll look so beautiful stuffed with cum— damn it, i'm going to cum!"
sabo just laughed amidst the moans, his attention always focused on your needy nipples. "you'll scare her, ace... we need her to make luffy happy." sabo reprimands his brother with such naturalness that you lose yourself in pleasure and the urge to laugh. that was the most pleasurable sex of your entire life.
another slap lands on her little chest before sabo raises his hand to her face, wiping away a tear of pleasure that escaped her eye. "so beautiful, love... if you keep making that face i'm going to cum inside you," sabo whimpers as he closes his eyes. ace's movements, hitting the girl's cervix and rubbing his penis against it, were too much; the friction made him feel so close. very close.
"no... no if i cum first, sabo," ace teases, panting as he hugs his girl's weak, almost limp body.
"this isn't... it isn't a competition," sabo retorts, ignoring his brother's gaze to focus on you.
"can you two stop talking while you're fucking me, please?!" you grumble stubbornly, closing your eyes as moans of frustration at the two brothers' dynamic mingled with moans of pleasure. "just cum!"
yeah, you'd have a long afternoon with sabo and ace. at least you get to go to the aquarium for free.
🗒 : english is not my native language, i had to use a translator, so i apologize in advance for any spelling or grammatical errors.
💠: this was based on facts that were NOT true... rs. 🫦
would you write law with a reader who is also a supernova and captain from her own crew? she is sarcastic and mostly mean like him but more energetic than law
i just would like to see how it would be when they start dating :3 and maybe reader teaching virgin law some stuff when they first have sex
everyone was cooling off after all the tension in wano. finishing off kaido and big mom wasn't an easy task, but now everything was over, and law could finally rest.
with his beloved.
"we really finished them off..." her voice echoed low in one of wano's traditional-style rooms. the room was silent while the party went on outside. the two captains of the worst generation were lying on the strangely soft futon, both enjoying each other's warmth on their bandaged bodies. everything was perfect, if it weren't for her ego, bigger than kaido's height. "now the world will know my name! did you see the beating i gave that fat big mom? i think i have a chance to be the next female yonko." the smug little laugh escaped her lips, drawing law's attention and making him look at her.
law was still getting used to her presence, now so close as usual. you were an old ally of his, of course, so he already knew about your recklessness, the luck that seemed to follow you, and your ego bigger than your stature — you're so tiny next to him —. but there, in the intimate quiet of that room, everything became new, intense, pleasurable, and unbearable.
"you talk as if you did all the work alone. remember that eustass-ya and i were with you, little one," the surgeon closed his eyes again, placing one hand behind his head while the other made hypnotic circles on your shoulder; he was so skilled with his fingers that he didn't even notice. "the three of us pushed you into the volcano, don't get too cocky."
as if that were an insult, you lifted your small body, the kimono awkwardly and lazily fastened, almost falling from your shoulders and revealing your skin. your eyes blink and a frown appears on your face that was once so calm and sweet. "what? grumpy surgeon, i gave her the perfect push to knock her down, didn't you see?" a pout forms on your lips as you gesture with your hands. "it was thanks to me that she fell perfectly into that volcano! you should thank me for being by your side and the kid's." crossing your arms, you lie back down, with that grumpy expression that law would find funny if he weren't so tired.
"the three of us did it, stop being narcissistic," he huffs, but a slight lift of the corner of his lips was noticeable; he was smiling. but he also thought about how this attitude of his would bring him problems in the future.
"narcissistic?!"
"yes, narcissistic."
"no!"
"yes."
you huff and tighten your grip on his crossed arms. to law, you weren't a narcissist in fact, just a little selfish. but who wouldn't be? he himself tried to defeat doflamingo when his focus was only on making a deal with caesar and letting kaido finish him off.
"maybe," you shrug, closing your eyes — unable to contain a small smile. the dynamic between the two of you was strange, it was incredible, and —maybe — you wouldn't trade it for one piece.
the minutes of pure silence passed, the bodies aligned again, hugging like two teddy bears craving attention. but as the seconds passed, law's tattooed arms tightened around you, his nose digging into the top. from her head, inhaling the scent of her hair. "you smell... so good, even after a battle," he murmured against her hair, giving her a shy but strangely affectionate kiss there; he was still getting used to showing affection to his stubborn little captain.
"huh? uh, well... thank you?" a sheepish giggle escaped his lips. law's grip on you was sudden, the compliment was sudden, the kiss was sudden.
you just didn't know how grateful law was to have you by his side, alive after an intense battle, irritating him, shamelessly displaying your high ego in his presence — he understood this as an act of trust. you trusted him to be who you truly are. and, for all that was sacred, this strangely excited him, to see you well, healthy, and ready to get into trouble again.
"i missed you... when you went with mugiwara-ya to whole cake..." he whispers against the top of your head, you just keep your eyes open, staring at the tanned skin of his neck "you were crazy to go along, picking a fight that wasn't even yours. maybe that's why big mom focused on you" the whispered words continue, his lips sliding to the side, leaving a chaste kiss on your temple.
you and law started dating right when you arrived in zou, it was something so sudden but it was about time it happened. no one could stand the not-so-discreet glances you gave each other anymore, or how law would blush just from you getting close to him. but then you decided to go with luffy to rescue sanji — you just didn't want to stay stuck in wano while waiting for luffy and sanji. this almost killed law with longing, he had never felt so needy that he almost begged the heavens to hear your voice.
the kisses traveled down, from his temple to his cheek, from his cheek to his chin, and from his chin to his neck, but always light kisses, avoiding his full lips — law never had time to learn how to give such an intimate kiss that wasn't just pecks. he spent his whole life focused on resentment and revenge for doflamingo, forgetting that life had other things to offer. now he was a pathetic virgin with a girlfriend that any pirate would try to steal from him because she was ridiculously beautiful.
"law..." you whisper his name, an act that causes a slight shiver in law — he loved how you said his name, regardless of the tone or the situation. "are you feeling needy by any chance?" the question comes out slightly mocking, but also affectionate. it wasn't often that law gave you kisses like that, even though you noticed how he avoided your lips.
"maybe," he says, rubbing the tip of his nose against your skin, your natural scent affecting his brain, something no study could explain because of the effect you have on him.
law intertwines his legs with yours, the rustling of his pants against his kimono audible even with the party outside. law's hands begin to roam your body; sliding down your arms, reaching your shoulder and playing with the fabric of your kimono, then the tips of his fingers move up to your neck, tracing where your lips will touch, making you shiver and sigh. it was something new there.
you now felt the air in the room change, the warm sensation that didn't come from the sheet that enveloped you, but from the very desire that was beginning to awaken in law and in you. but there's also frustration; law still avoids your mouth, his touches are still light. for a second you think: "has Law already had sex?" the thought hits you, but you try to hide it.
slowly you raise your hands, a way of forcing law to look at you, making him focus his golden eyes on yours. there he could no longer hide it, his eyes were a little cloudy, you could see a slight pinkish pigmentation on his cheeks and the way his eyes were half-open, his breathing already heavy with an anxiety that was difficult to ignore.
"why do you avoid my mouth?"
law could be prepared for anything; prepared to fight the navy, prepared to devise a plan to take down some pirate, or a plan to try to throw luffy into the water, but he had no plan for this. how would he explain that he only knows how to give pecks? that he has never even managed to give a french kiss? It was humiliating, shameful, a man of almost thirty years old completely a virgin in every possible sense.
but it was you there, his little captain, he can trust you, his girlfriend, right? at least you didn't judge him when you found out he was a fan of "sora, the warrior of the sea" and all his knowledge of the villains of germa 66.
"i..." even hesitant, law began to speak, "i don't really know what to do," he confessed and looked away. the music of the flower capital was no longer heard; your hearts beating were the perfect sound for the intimacy of the moment.
"you— law, have you never really kissed someone?"
"no."
"not even those that don't require tongue?"
"no."
"you—"
"i'm a virgin!"
seconds passed, for law it was the worst silence in the world, the surgeon's eyes were closed, he didn't have the courage to face you, not when he thought you might mock him at any moment. but the only sound there was the beating of your hearts in sync; law's anxiety and the shock you felt at the information.
before law could open his eyes, he was surprised by the softness of your lips against his. it wasn't deep, but it was an intimate touch, the answer law hadn't seen in any of his internal plans, which consisted of you rejecting him.
"you're a complete idiot, you know that, don't you?" your voice echoed through the room after you pulled your lips away from his. he already missed you. "all this because you're a virgin? but I won't deny it, it's cute." your little laugh escaped, but it stopped as you left a kiss on the tip of the surprised man's nose. "don't worry. i'm with you, i won't leave you, especially not now."
law thought that having sex for the first time might be strange. he knew bodies anatomically, he knew the pleasure points of men and women, every part that might be sensitive to others, but not to a minority. he thought it would be humiliating. even though you were naughty when you wanted to be, he knew you had a sweet and tender side.
now you were showing that side, while he learned how to devour you.
"tha-that... ah, law... don't stop." your kimono was already open, your naked body exposed to law's eyes. your body already had bite marks and hickeys; your breasts had the perfect marks of law's teeth, your neck was a mixture of red and purple, you were law's perfect work of art.
law's mouth kissed your pussy as if it were his own — now that he knew how to kiss properly, even if clumsy from lack of experience — the wet sounds echoed through the room, the futon beneath you was already soiled with sweat, saliva, and lubricant. law focused on the swollen, sensitive clitoris, his tongue whipping and then pressing, followed by a suction that made you let out a little cry, "la-law! calm down, i'm not going to run away!" you grumbled as you propped yourself up on your elbows. the man shrugged at the lecture, but didn't stop. why would he? his honey was ridiculously addictive; he drank from your fluid as if it were the most sacred source of water in the world.
you take a deep breath, throwing your head back as you run your hand through law's dark hair, pulling his face away from your sensitive pussy, taking advantage of the few seconds of peace to organize your thoughts, but for law it was like taking away his favorite candy.
"no— please!" law's protest makes you lift your head to look at him, for the first time you heard him whine and stare at you with the face of an abandoned puppy. "i need to learn, i want to learn," his gaze shifts between your face and your dripping pussy. he licks his lips to savor the memory of your precious liquid.
"you... are an idiot, and now a pervert," he retorts, rolling his eyes, but deep down you weren't angry at all, you would never be angry with him. "enough, you've already learned how to use your mouth... you can use your fingers now." your fingers gently stroke his hair, making him purr and let out a low sigh, trying to snuggle his head closer to your delicate fingers.
"okay, the fingers," he repeats, swallowing hard, turning his gaze to your vagina; it was exuding so much lubricant that it shone obscenely beautifully. with a heavy sigh, he removes one hand from your thighs, bringing his long, slender fingers to your clitoris. he understood now; the movements of his fingers are like those of his tongue, i have to reproduce the circular movements to continue giving him pleasure. that's how his mind worked.
your moans echo through the room again. law was being so good to you that you had even forgotten the events of wano, the samurai and pirates celebrating under the moonlight.
"that's it... you're doing so well... my dear." your eyes close as you enjoy it, law revels in the sight; your eyes closed, immersed in the pleasure he was giving you, your trembling body covered in a thin layer of sweat, the love marks he made on you. everything served as an incentive to please you. everything for you, everything because of you. "now... you—" the moans interrupt you, but you manage to compose yourself. "you're going to put your fingers in me. one at a time." the order comes out softly, and law quickly obeys.
his fingers, slick with lubricant, slide along the opening, the tips of his fingers pressing against the entrance just to see your reaction, a drawn-out moan escaping your sweet lips, perfect. he looks back at the entrance, inserting his first finger.
he could faint from the sensation; it was so warm and soft, its walls embracing his finger, an attempt to expel but also to shelter. "it's... warm. delicious. i-i need to be inside you... please," he whimpers once more, slowly withdrawing his finger and inserting it carefully, always alternating his eyes, always waiting for compliments.
"ca-calm down... you will," he affirms in a sweet voice, letting out a little laugh of pleasure afterward. "but first your fingers... didn't you say you wanted to learn, darling?" the question comes out a little mockingly, given law's slight desperation, but it only fueled his desire to learn and devour you even more. "come on, love. i promised that as soon as you make me come with your fingers... you'll fuck me."
"and i'll be more than happy to teach you that."
🗒 : english is not my native language, i had to use a translator, so i apologize in advance for any spelling or grammatical errors.
would you write for law?? like something smutty and hes just so pathetic bc he wants you/reader badly but is an overthinker and kinda shy. dom!reader kinda
passion, desire, insecurity and anger
★ : smut, reader!softdom, reader pirate, law!sub, shy and insecure law, jealousy, mention of the corazon, spitting, male masturbation, cowgirl position, unprotected sex, creampie, mention of "mommy".
dressrosa was a complete mess! besides straw hat luffy being included in the plan, you were included too!
a former ally of ace and whitebeard, you and your crew made headlines during the war, causing a scandal in sabaody after shooting one of the slave auctioneers and escaping with the slaves like a true liberation warrior. you, even reckless, could be a perfect piece in law's plan to take down doflamingo and destroy the smile factory!
and so it was! you were a great help, assisting not only luffy's crew but law himself after losing an arm. you were proving so strong that it was there, in the sunflower field, while luffy was finishing off doflamingo, that something grew in law's heart.
passion, desire, insecurity, and anger.
passion: you held him so tenderly while the world crumbled around you, as beautiful as cora-san telling law that he loved him. how can someone as sweet as you exist? and how can you possess a kick that could be compared to black leg's?
desire: as you settled into kyros's small house, you changed your clothes, cleaned yourself of the grime of battle — the damp hair clinging to your neck, the freckles on your face hidden by dirt, the scars on your body. he wanted to kiss every scar, every freckle... it was that night that he had a terrible erection, completely difficult to hide because his body was all wounded.
insecurity: law had never felt insecure in his entire life. he is one of the captains of the worst generation, one of the youngest shichibukai. his name, surgeon of death, was renowned in any sea, from the pacific to the most violent. but then why, upon seeing you, a captain — of the worst generation — died he feel insecure? both forces were of the same level, both have the curse of the "d." in their name... could it be because you were young? look, he's twenty six years old, while you're only nineteen, but you've already conquered the world in a short time through piracy. one of your first serious fights was against doflamingo, your very first fight!
anger: you were flirting with bartolomeo, he kept shouting your name because you were an ally of straw hat, of your beloved luffy-senpai, and you —far from being naive — just played along with bartolomeo's comments, praising your fangs, your devil fruit, and how you helped the others. he was angry, he wanted to have your attention, he wanted to be fawned over — even when he denies being the object of anyone's attention — he wanted you to compliment his tattoos, even his polka-dot hat! he would never admit it, but he was incredibly jealous.
"law?" he snaps out of his trance upon hearing your voice, blinking slowly as he lifts his head, from sitting on the ridiculous deck floor of bartolomeo's ship. "are you alright? you were staring at bartolomeo's feet like you were going to kill him." you laugh as you sit down beside him. "but i think he'd be grateful to be targeted by one of luffy's allies... he's strange, but he's a nice guy." law listens to your words without interrupting. he wouldn't agree or disagree with your words about bartolomeo; if he opened his mouth to talk about him, he would reveal, like an idiot, the feelings he had begun to harbor during those ten days.
"i'm just thinking about my crew," for the first time law uses his crew as a way to escape the truth. "i haven't seen them since punk hazard. i still have bepo's vivre card, he's alive, but what about the rest of my subordinates? it's a silly worry that will only pass when we reach zou," he says in his perfectly stoic tone, but if you looked into his eyes, those piercing yellow eyes, you would see a glint; but you don't know if it's concern for the crew or something else.
"i understand, being away from your crew, without even having a den den mushi, is a drag." you laugh softly, understanding the words; half of your crew was also in zou, along with your ship — you thought it would be better if your companions stayed with luffy's group and little momonosuke. "i also have a mink in my crew, a silly little kitten, but one with a sharp eye for shooting."
"hm, there are few crews that have minks or fish-men in their group."
"ah, there's also my navigator, she's a fish-woman!"
dven in the crew she was incredible, law thought as he stared at her face.
"are you sure that's what's bothering you, law?" her question came out sweet and genuinely worried, feeling her touch his shoulder with such care that law could have a heart attack right there. he was seriously thinking about ripping out his heart and throwing it into the sea so he wouldn't feel it beating violently against his chest. "well, if it's just your crew, don't worry, we're close to the island... i think. we've been sailing for quite a while, i feel we're close to the mink island." she gave him a light tap on the shoulder, followed by a small rub of her palm on the spot, then stood up and joined the few remaining members of her crew; her first mate, her shipwright, and her swordswoman, the trio who insisted on staying with you in dressrosa, and who were also incredibly strong.
"this girl is going to be the death of me..." lacking the courage to try and get close to you, law disappears inside the ship, wanting to rest and switch off the thoughts that were hammering in his mind.
after hours, law couldn't rest. that man hadn't rested since the moment the man he admired died, but now it seemed worse. It wasn't corazon's words of affection that haunted him anymore: now it was her smile, her voice, the way her eyes blinked, and, oh god, her breasts, which he would spend hours with his face buried in, inhaling the natural scent of her skin, even daring to play with her nipples. law prays that you are sensitive in that area — his greatest desire, besides reuniting with his crew and getting rid of the straw hat crew, was to make you moan just with his fingers pinching your nipples.
law had another erection, this one seemed worse than the last. maybe it's because he can move his arm now; he can masturbate inside that dark and silent cabin. the surgeon of death is silent; maybe he whimpers, but nobody would dare disturb the rest of a pirate like him, right?
even though he was completely uncomfortable with the situation, he tried to sit up on the bed in the least embarrassing way possible, opening his jeans and lowering them just enough to free his needy penis. the tip was already glistening with pre-ejaculatory fluid; even without touching it, his member throbbed, yearning for any touch.
her mouth must be so good, i wonder if she would take it all in at once?
and those breasts... i want them so much, it must be so, so good to suck on them while she touches me...
but i want to feel that pussy right now, i need to feel it squeezing me, i need her... i crave her!
the thoughts came so naturally, flowing to the point that law didn't even realize his shirt was already open — the buttons simply saved him from the desperation to take it off — that his hand was already rapidly moving up and down the base of his penis. the surgeon was so lost in desire that he didn't even hesitate to spit on his own penis and continue masturbating, biting his lip to avoid loudly moaning the name of the captain who drove him crazy.
the scene could be pathetic, the great surgeon of death reduced to a mountain of needy moans, his mouth red from biting so hard to stay quiet, his hips rising as he imagined her body on top of him, riding, dictating the rhythm and when he should come. he wanted to be in the palm of her hand; she was the only person on this earth who could treat him like a little puppy.
law didn't realize it, but he started whispering your name, pleading for you; for your skin, your voice calling to him...
"law?", "law, is everything alright?", "that's strange, the door isn't locked."
maybe law is hallucinating? he could perfectly hear your voice close to him, as if you were really behind the door.
"law?..." then he finally opens his eyes, finding you standing in the doorway, your eyes wide and focused, not on law's face, but on his penis glistening with precum and excitement. "i... heard my name..." is the only thing you say after closing the bedroom door, taking a few more steps into the room.
law quickly tries to hide his penis, removing his polka-dot hat and using it as a shield, protecting his needy penis from your eyes — but now making the blush and sweat on his face more evident.
"don't you know how to knock before entering?! just because i'm calling you doesn't mean you should barge into the room like that!" the man exclaims, keeping his head down, completely embarrassed and too shy to look at your face — if he looked at you, he would be begging just to hear your voice calling him one more time. "get out of here before i rip your heart out, hurry up!" the man tries to maintain his tough, stoic surgeon pose, but in response he receives only your silence.
he doesn't hear the sound of your footsteps receding and opening the door to leave; on the contrary, he hears your footsteps approaching. until then, he remains with his head down, but as he feels your body crawling across the bed until it's between his long legs, law finally raises his head, his eyes wide and his face even redder, tightening the grip of his hat that covered his poor penis.
"i told you, i heard my name," his whisper is almost inaudible inside that cabin, where the background sound was the revelry of the straw hat crew's new fleet. "come on, let me help you..."
incredibly, law's eyes gleamed. would he really have one of his desires fulfilled? the thought made him groan softly, but he doesn't give in so easily, still too shy to reveal his penis. what if you didn't like it? what if it didn't exceed your expectations? what if you realized he was inexperienced? the boy was so lost that he didn't even notice when you sat up and lifted his face with your hands. you slowly showed your dominance; it wasn't the same as when you were in charge of your crew, it was... more intimate, more raw.
"don't be shy, let me help you." before the surgeon could answer, you pressed your lips to his. your lips were so soft, fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. the kiss was enough to make him yield, loosening his grip on the hat — to the point of letting it fall onto his penis and grabbing your face, pulling you closer, inviting you to press your body against his.
law was so absorbed in the softness of her mouth, in how her experienced tongue invaded the man's mouth, transforming that kiss into an obscene act, that he didn't even notice when the hat was thrown aside, exposing his member.
humiliating. law was almost crying from the touch of that daring and sensual captain; she was everything the surgeon was trying to push away.
the young man broke the kiss only to groan; their lips were connected by a single thin strand of saliva. law didn't pull away, fearing that doing so would break that dirty connection.
his agile hand held his penis, feeling it throb and expel more pre-ejaculatory fluid. in his view, it was so cute; the man was reduced, following his body's instincts. he needed relief for his troubled mind; he needed you.
"you're... cute, law," you say in that soft voice, also not pulling away to break the connection. on the contrary, you move closer again, resuming the kiss, now moving your hand over him. up, down, his thumb brushing against the slit that expelled more and more of his excitement, rubbing all over the sensitive head. then back, up, down, until he hears law's muffled moans against his lips, making you swallow his moans.
"ple-please..." he says after pulling away, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs, then pressing his forehead to yours. "i need you... i don't know what you've done to me," he tries to say between the whiny, needy moans, almost failing — but he manages to express himself in a few words but in many moans. "just help me, let me feel you... please."
the clothes were scattered around the room, law's shirt thrown on the floor, his pants and underwear lost in a dark corner of the room — as were the rags you called clothes. naked and sweaty bodies pressed against each other, soft moans escaping their lips, while law's moans were pure tears and desire.
your hands roamed over law's tattooed chest, pressing your palms together as you thrust your hips to ride his member — law's hands, meanwhile, didn't know where to stop; one moment they were gripping your hips, the next your thighs, then the pillowcase behind his head, almost grabbing his own hair, lost in pleasure. your pussy swallowed him perfectly; if he were on top, you'd clearly say your little cunt was greedy to try and suck his big cock, but damn, he was practically drooling with pleasure, letting you do whatever you wanted with his poor body that was still recovering from the dressrosa fight.
"you... fill me so well!" the thrusts stopped so you could grind against his member, slow, circular movements that easily reached your g-spot. everything was perfect for law, but he couldn't handle the sensations like that; he wanted to come, to fill you with his sperm — but he didn't even have the strength to try to turn you over and keep thrusting. "so sensitive, my dear," you leaned your body to kiss the man's forehead, removing your hands from his chest; leaving one on the wooden headboard of the bed and the other beside his head. "i never thought... i'd see you like this, almost crying," you laughed, riding that cock again.
the obscene sound of skin on skin was loud, the wet little sound of your pussy swallowing that penis was absolutely delicious and loud — that sound was enough to push law to climax. your walls were so soft and warm, sucking and drooling on him. he could stay inside you forever; perhaps abandoning the plan to end the underworld to stay inside you would be the smartest thing to think about. you squeeze him so tightly that he becomes silly and irrational.
as soon as Law opens his eyes to see your beautiful body, he groans again. your breasts were close to his face, so beautiful up close that law couldn't contain himself. he buried his face between them, first inhaling their natural fragrance, then licking between them before bringing one nipple to his mouth, while squeezing the other that was neglected by his mouth.
"hmm!... la-law!..." the first tearful moan escapes his lips. his mouth was so hungry, swirling the tip of his tongue, brushing his teeth against it and sucking them into his mouth. "hungry," you laugh amidst a moan, managing to feel law begin to move his hips against yours. he needed to come.
law was already sensitive from masturbating before you arrived; your teasing and your pussy against him were pure bliss. with his first thrusts against you, he came, a lot, it seemed like he had never come alone while masturbating, judging by the abundance of semen gushing inside you.
you might have been stunned by the sensation of being filled to the point of overflowing, but you swear you heard law call you "mommy" in a weak voice, muffled by your precious breasts and still from the orgasms.
"sweetie," you say weakly, satisfied just because he came inside you. you slowly remove your breast from law's flushed face, leaving a calm and lingering kiss on his lips. "good boy..."
even with both of your minds clouded by pleasure, in the background you could hear luffy's shouts at finally spotting the thousand sunny anchored on a gigantic rock, along with the euphoric cries of the younger captain calling for law.
the adventure could have ended with them finally arriving in zou, but Law would never, ever forget the warmth of her body and her wet intimacy sheltering his member.
🗒 : english is not my native language, i had to use a translator, so i apologize in advance for any spelling or grammatical errors.
the heat in water 7 can be brutal, even for the strongest.
★ : part 1!, smut, reader secretary, degradation, few nicknames, f! oral, a slap on the clitoris, unprotected sex, creampie.
"didn't I tell you to stop wearing short clothes, woman?!" paulie almost shouts as soon as she sees you next to Iceburg, this time wearing shorts for the hot weather in water 7. "mr. iceburg, look what you're doing! you let your secretary get so comfortable that she walks around indecently! i've already talked to that girl, but she doesn't listen to me!" even after receiving a spanking a few days ago — where your bottom was so red and sore, in addition to the denial of an intense orgasm — you didn't learn your lesson.
no, not at all, you would make paulie lose his mind again, and this time he's going to have sex with you, he needs to have fuck you!
"nmaa, what's all this fuss about, paulie?" iceburg asks while picking his nose. yes, even after years he still had the habit of picking his nose while making a silly face — he forgets that he's an important person to water 7. "i don't see any problem with her clothes, besides, it's hot, man. only a madman would walk around this city in long clothes in this heat." he glances down at paulie's clothes, who was wearing his pants and his typical jacket; even the strongest men in galley-la couldn't beat the heat and surrendered to shorts and bermudas. "yeah, it seems there's a madman for that."
you just chuckle as you see paulie's cheeks turn a deep red, as does the tip of his cigar, which glowed brighter after a quick drag. "i value my comfort. unlike your cheeky secretary, look at that shamelessness." paulie crosses his arms, feeling awkward, hearing Iceburg's laughter and his cheeky secretary's quiet laughter, which only frustrates him further.
he turned his back, leaving you and the mayor behind; it was better for his mental health that way. poor thing, he still dreamed of the soft skin of your thighs and how your ass felt perfect against the palm of his hand. he could still perfectly feel the sensation of your skin, your wet little pussy covered by your panties. but he wouldn't have thought that even after the spanking session you would continue to be a naughty little brat.
paulie tried to go back to work, he swears he tried, mainly because Iceburg was there, but you... oh, heavens! all little good, delivering refreshing drinks to your coworkers, in those tiny shorts. paulie swears he saw a red mark on your ass from the day of the spanking session — he's just paranoid from so much lust.
as soon as Iceburg lowered his guard — paulie couldn't hold back. as soon as you turned your face and your eyes met the blond man's, you saw him making an almost desperate gesture for you to follow him. bingo, he was already going crazy.
without warning iceburg, you sneak away, grateful that ms. kokoro suddenly appeared with chimney by her side. you head to the place where paulie had disappeared, and of course he made you go to his office. you were going to finish what you had started.
before you could even close the office door, paulie does it for you, trapping you against the closed door, snatching your precious clipboard from your little hands, throwing it to any corner of that office. "what did i tell you, brat?" he asked as he brought his face close to yours, making you feel his warm breath against your little face. "you really are a show-off. do you really think a pair of shorts is going to save you from this indecency?" paulie slowly raises his hand to hold your chin, forcing you to lift your face and look him in the eyes. "no, you're not getting away with it this time, little girl. this time i'm going to finish what i started..."
paulie finally pulls you into a kiss, it was desperate and a little awkward — he was still the same clumsy, horny fool — his hand slid from your chin to the nape of your neck, grabbing the short strands of hair that came loose from your ponytail.
you're not left behind, you too were just a clumsy, horny fool, now you could finally unleash all that desire and the dream of coming on paulie's big cock.
"pa-paulie— ngh! yo-you bastard!" your moans echoed obscenely and loudly through paulie's office, your clothes scattered everywhere. you could swear you saw your panties hanging on the coat rack next to the office door. do you care? of course not! how can you focus on where your panties are hanging when you have a ravenous paulie devouring your delicious pussy like it's his lunch?
"do-don't stop, please!— ah! ah!" you threw your head back as you brought your delicate little hands to paulie's head, snatching off his glasses and freely grabbing his blond hair, messing it up however you wanted.
"you're so delicious, kitten..." paulie finally said after spending long minutes devouring you, running his tongue all over your slit, circling the swollen clit with the tip of his tongue and sucking it, making you tremble. if this was paradise, then don't take paulie away from there! "it's better than i thought... so perfect, i think i'm addicted..." he raises his hand, using two fingers to explore your intimacy, opening your lips, rubbing spit and lubricant on your clitoris, making light circular movements, causing you to arch your back against the sofa upholstery. "beautiful. has anyone ever told you how perfect you look when you're close to coming?" he asks teasingly, slapping your pussy; he so badly wanted to slap that swollen button.
"no! this is too much!" you were already crying, gripping his hair while trembling with pleasure; you could feel that you would come with a few more slaps because you were so sensitive. "just fuck me! i need your dick..." your pleas come out in moans, letting go of his hair, taking advantage of the moment when he wasn't attacking your needy pussy to catch your breath.
"looks like i let you down, didn't i?" he asked as he stood up, turning to face you and slowly unbuckling his belt, just to tease you.
"you're mean!" you quickly blurt out, sitting up straight, anxious and frustrated, desperately reaching for his belt, taking on the task of pulling down those damn pants. "you use my thighs like they're my pussy, you deny cumming inside me—" with a brusque movement you finally manage to open his pants and pull them down along with his underwear, moaning just at the sight of paulie's big, thick penis again. "aah, i missed you so much."
yes, you were talking to his penis.
paulie laughs incredulously at how stupid you'd become just seeing his huge dick. "you really are a silly little kitten, aren't you?" he raises his hand to stroke the top of your head, like a pet receiving affection, then gently pushes your face down to rub your cheek against its base. "keep doing this for me, be a good girl and stay silly."
you barely notice when paulie turns you over on the sofa, refusing to give him a blowjob — for god's sake, you just wanted to suck that cock! — making you hold onto the armrest of the sofa while he manipulates your body as if you were a little doll, positioning you perfectly; ass sticking out and legs wide open. paulie doesn't let you think, after all you're dumb, he just guides the thick head of his cock to your entrance and enters with a firm, strong thrust.
you've never felt a cock opening you up like paulie was doing, the sensation was overwhelming, he reached points you didn't even know could be reached — now you were sure you wanted that cock for yourself forever.
"ngh! damn... fucking tight, i should have prepared you better— hmn!" paulie is lost in the overwhelming sensation of your little cunt, so tight for him, already sucking his penis to milk it, trying to trap it inside you. "oh god... have mercy on me," he says more to himself than to you, he was in paradise, don't take him away from there!
he starts thrusting, it was fast and strong, he wouldn't be gentle with a brat like you. he would destroy your pussy, mold you to fit exactly the shape of his cock, ruin you for any other man. he wanted you to get addicted to him like he's addicted to you.
"ye-yes, doll!" he slaps your chubby ass, watching the ample flesh jiggle from the impact of the slap and the thrusts. "keep squeezing me... i'm going to fill you with milk." he was already panting, you weren't any different from him — you were worse; small tears streamed down your face, your teeth dug into the fabric of the sofa's armrest, muffling your most obscene moans and drooling on the fabric; you were a truly beautiful mess.
the blond man felt you squeezing him even tighter, contracting in such a beautiful and adorable way, watching your little body tremble. you were practically handing your orgasm over to the vice-president on a silver platter. paulie didn't stop; it seemed impossible to you, but you felt him increase the force of his thrusts even more, sinking even deeper into you. he was churning your insides!
you squirt with pleasure against the man's cock, dissolving on him with awkward, tearful moans. you wet the sofa fabric beneath you, wet paulie's lowered pants, and of course, you wet his entire groin. the sight, the sensation, was enough to make paulie ejaculate inside you, warm, thick jets that made you cry with satisfaction. you were completely full of him.
"good girl..." he finally says, relieved, still inside you, leaning forward to kiss the nape of your neck, caressing your hip with one hand while the other moves to your face, brushing away strands of hair that had stuck to your face during the moment. "you... didn't escape me. you never will... you're mine, understand?" he whispers, leaving another kiss on the nape of your neck, resting his forehead against it to catch his breath.
"nmaa... what happened here?!" iceburg's voice is heard from the doorway, making you and paulie's eyes widen as you look towards the door, seeing the mayor of water 7 with a startled and flushed face, half-hidden by the door.
at least you had the best fuck of your life, now you have to pray you don't get fired.
🗒 : english is not my native language, i had to use a translator, so i apologize in advance for any spelling or grammatical errors.
ðŸ’: i sincerely hope you all enjoy this second part. i had a huge creative block, so i hope you all like it ((i confess i didn't really like the result :p but that's it, kisses and see you next time! <3
Hellooo i found your acc a few days ago and i loved your paulie story, and l'm asking if you could make a part two of it plsplspls, hope you're doing well! <3
hiii! i'm so happy you liked my paulie story! <3 i was actually thinking about doing a second part, but i have so many ideas ((exactly ten ideas, most of them about a single jujutsu kaisen character ðŸ˜
but i will strive to write a second part of paulie because this story turned out extremely well and our beloved paulie deserves a sequel
being the king of dressrosa was all donquixote doflamingo wanted; his plan was on track. the people loved him, his enemies were dead, the marines didn't even dare set foot in the kingdom of love and toys. his officers were completely devoted.
he was a powerful shichibukai, a king, a former celestial dragon who was making a comeback.
but then you appeared.
until then, you were just a simple little woman who arrived thinking she was the bee's knees, demanding to join the doflamingo pirates crew. let's see, you already had experience with piracy, a hefty bounty on your head, and had ventured into the grand line and partially into the new world — you learned of doflamingo's existence through bellamy, his loyal subordinate. curious about the crew, you followed. your wickedness, experience, your whole being, earned you a place in the crew, becoming one of the officers of trebol's army; alongside sugar, giolla, and violet.
but as time passed, doflamingo no longer recognized himself. he silently longed for your presence — he wanted you at every family dinner, he wanted you on the ship with him on some trip, he wanted you in the colosseum with him to watch some battle. he hated himself for it, for feeling this need for someone by his side, for you to be by his side. doflamingo would never admit it, but he would be calmer if you were in his lap, quiet and warm against his giant body...
or even with your breasts in his mouth.
yes, at some point in doflamingo's wonderful life, he found himself desiring you: you riding him while your breasts bounced incessantly, you sitting on his desk while he devoured your breasts, sucking them as if they would magically drip milk while you caressed his blonde hair. he felt so much lust for your breasts that perhaps his dream was to get you pregnant so he could drink milk straight from the source.
doflamingo never saw himself as needing a female figure, a maternal figure in his life. his mother died while he was still learning that the world didn't revolve around him, but he was old enough to realize that he didn't need a woman to fill that role.
but then why did he want to be called a good boy? why did he want to call you "mommy" while feeding at your breasts?
thoughts like these made doflamingo unable to bear it any longer.
it had been quite some time since you'd been involved with doflamingo, right after the marineford war. after the whole event, the shichibukai returned satisfied, but not entirely. and that's when he lost control upon seeing you.
now you had him in the palm of your hand, exactly as you're doing now.
"ple-please... hmn... hmnn..." doflamingo had you straddling him, completely naked, your head bowed to match the height of your pretty breasts, covered in bite marks and hickeys. he reveled in the soft, warm mounds, moaning in pure satisfaction against them. "mommy... i was good today, wasn't i?... did you see how i shot that idiot... hmnn... who was underestimating me—" his words were muffled by the flesh, until he tugged at your nipple with his teeth, receiving a hair pull in response. "do it again, please!" when you repeat the act, he simply moans with a smile on his lips.
"you really are a depraved boy, doffy" his low laugh escapes amidst a moan as he resumes suckling at your breasts, gripping your hips in an attempt to make you rub your soaked pussy against him. "ah-ah, i told you not to do that!" you pull his head away again, pushing your breasts away from his face while staring at him with a feigned angry expression. "i told you not to touch me like that without my permission!" you grab doflamingo's face with both hands, squeezing his cheeks tightly.
if it were any woman doing this to him, he would have slapped her away and even turned her into his pathetic puppet as punishment.
but it's you who's doing this to him, his precious subordinate, his beloved mommy.
"you want to put a child in me to get your food when you can't even follow a stupid little rule?" the words come out coarse, mocking. you see doflamingo frowning as he alternates his gaze between your beautiful breasts and your face — even though you can't see it because of your glasses.
"but i need to touch you... i need to feel you, see how i make my mommy feel good" his voice comes out breathless, almost a whimper. yes, only you had the privilege of seeing a bloodthirsty man like doflamingo whimper for you. "please, mommy! please... let me get you pregnant, put my child in you... i won't touch you again, just let me make you mommy." the words come out almost desperately, he quickly removes his hands from your body, even against his will, showing how submissive he could be to you in bed.
"make mommy?" she repeats, softening the grip on your cheeks, using her thumbs to caress your tanned skin. "is that your excuse to be selfish and give you milk?" the question is answered with a quick nod, making you laugh. "it's pathetic, but adorable..."
you finally move until your wet pussy is close to doflamingo's giant, thick penis, rubbing your wet folds all over its shaft, leaving it slick with your lubricant.
"please, mommy... let me in, let me cum inside... please" he begs as you rub against him, moaning softly at the wonderful contact of your little pussy against his big cock. "le-come on... let me do you good, fill you up with me—" he can't finish his sentence, you were slowly riding him, going down his entire length, squeezing him with your soft walls. he was so big, but your insides seemed to accept him so well, as if he was born for you — to fit inside you to the point where your belly rises.
"go on, you can touch me, doffy..." you give permission while moaning. doflamingo wastes no time, his large hands go to her hips, and his face obviously returns to her breasts. "that's it... my good boy... make mommy proud..."
🗒 : english is not my native language, i had to use a translator, so i apologize in advance for any spelling or grammatical errors.
💠: i simply loved the idea of writing doflamingo as submissive to the point of whining. it's my first time writing with reader dom, so i hope everyone likes it ! <3
eu tava pensando em pedir doflamingo x reader se vc aceitasse
se deus soubesse o que se passa na minha cabeça quando eu penso no doflamingo eu estaria no inferno agora!
eu super topo eu escrever uma fic dele aqui, só me fala se gostaria de algum tema em especÃfico ou se pode ser livre, e assim que eu escrever eu te marco! <3
you were just lonely and wanted your boyfriend with you :(
★ : smut, evil hiromi, needy reader, spanking session, degradation, compliments, a mention of "daddy", slapping the clitoris, fingering, obscenities.
dating a lawyer, a few years older than you, was surreal; you had a serious, extremely intelligent man in a suit showering you with kisses and telling you how much he loves you, sometimes confessing that because of you he thinks twice before freaking out in court, remembering your techniques for staying calm — like focusing on his breathing. he really did focus on his breathing and count to ten because of you.
he loves you so much it hurts his heart.
but there are times when he'd like to grab you by the neck and shake you, incredulous at how you could be such a spoiled girl who makes him lose his mind. like now: he's working in his office, but you're bombarding him with messages. yes, he felt annoyed by someone who was far away from him.
"hiromiiiiii!"
"come home, i miss you! :(("
"don't you love me anymore?"
"i love you, do you love me? i love you, do you love me? why don't you love me anymore?"
it was always like this when hiromi stayed a few extra hours at the office taking care of some important case.
"honey, i'm working"
"can't you wait a little bit? i promise i'll finish quickly here"
he's always so calm even when he's losing his temper.
"but i miss you!!!! :(("
"come home!!!!"
before hiromi could even respond to your coy attempts to get him to leave his work and cling to you, a single-view video attachment appeared in the chat, making the man raise an eyebrow. you rarely sent single-view photos and videos, since you always made a point of updating hiromi on your routine with photos — which he particularly finds adorable — but when he opens the file, his eyes almost popped out of his head; it was simply you using the lingerie set he loved on your body, a white set, simple and delicate, but one that easily drove him crazy.
"you naughty girl..." he almost groaned as he watched you show off the lingerie on your body, twirling around, fondling your breasts, then turning your backside around and squeezing and even patting it just to see your ample flesh jiggle. you were hiromi's downfall, and he loved it.
but he had a murder accusation case; he couldn't leave his client hanging just to ejaculate on your face...
"ro-romi!" you moaned your boyfriend's name while whimpering. positioned on the man's lap, you were receiving a spanking session; he didn't even remove your panties, just pushed them further between your buttocks, giving a series of strong spanks followed by squeezes.
"this is the third time you've acted like a little brat—" snap "filling me with messages—" snap "acting like a needy kitten—" snap, snap! "when are you going to act like an obedient little girl for me, huh? will I have to spank you every time you annoy me and get me horny during my work?" he stroked the reddened, warm flesh, feeling his neglected penis throb inside his dress pants. it wasn't time for that yet.
"i just... missed you!" you murmur with an adorable pout on your lips, turning your flushed face to look at the lawyer over your shoulder, "i hate when you stay late at the office... away from me," you confess softly. you don't even complain about the spanks — in fact, you loved having your bottom sore from spanks, how your boyfriend's hands seemed perfect for squeezing and slapping your chubby cheeks.
"but did you have to send me a video like that? so indecent... what if shimizu had been with me at the time? i don't want anyone else to see that, man or woman..." he strokes the flesh once more, sliding his fingers down to your intimacy, caressing the wet cleft through the fabric of your panties — which were completely soaked with your honey. "oh my god, you're so pathetic that you get soaked with just a few taps..." he presses the tip of his index finger against your swollen clitoris, making you moan shrilly and kick your feet against the sofa upholstery.
"how cute, wriggling like that, you look so adorable, princess..." he gives your clitoris a light tap, making you arch your back and whimper again, from so much arousal. you wanted him inside you so badly, but the impatient, spoiled, bratty girl had vanished, giving way to a cute and shy little thing. "what's wrong? you're so quiet. did you give up acting like a needy little slut? now you want to be my obedient little girl?" the question comes out as a mocking purr, as he pulls your soaked panties off, appreciating the sight of your entire slit glistening with excitement. you silently nod, your breath filled with anticipation as you await hiromi's fucking.
"ah-ah, i want words, my dear," he says, delivering another slap to your clitoris, followed by another, and finally the pressure of his two fingers on your needy little button. "ye-yes! i will... be your obedient little girl, romi!"
"cute" is all he says, his low laugh audible. without further ado, he finally inserts a finger into your canal, immediately feeling its walls tighten and pull him deeper. so eager, he thinks.
hiromi is wicked when he's angry and horny. he slowly moves his middle finger inside you, sighing as he savors the softness and warmth of your interior. his other hand goes to your back, pressing between your shoulder blades to keep you still, just a lovely, adorable collection of exciting little noises. already losing her own patience, hiromi insecurely inserted his second finger, now accelerating the movements, gently pressing her g-spot, listening to her moans grow louder; how they sounded like pure desperation for more, how she practically meowed the lawyer's name and lifted her hips to adjust the position.
"you're squeezing me... are you going to come already? you're such a pretty little thing, surrendering yourself to me like this," his voice came out completely soft, unlike the movements of his fingers, where the sound of her excitement against his fingers echoed throughout the room, bringing pure satisfaction to hiromi. "that's it, princess... come on my fingers. make daddy proud. come for me, go on..."
as if his words were a lever, she felt her whole body tremble, her pussy contract forcefully against hiromi's two fingers, and that delicious warmth forming in her belly. she came so deliciously there that she became dizzy, a little fool with so much pleasure that she drooled against the sofa upholstery.
"beautiful... you're so perfect when you come, my love. that's why I love you, even when you annoy me at work." he leans in and places a little kiss on the nape of your neck, making you shiver as you feel his lips and breath there.
for now, you would be hiromi's obedient little girl, but maybe tomorrow you'll send him another little video during his work hours.
🗒 : english is not my native language, i had to use a translator, so i apologize in advance for any spelling or grammatical errors.
when i wear a miniskirt~ but why are you the only one who doesn't notice me? - miniskirt by aoa
★ : smut, reader secretary, spanking session, paulie irritated in her short clothes, sex in the office, using her thighs, denial of orgasm.
good heavens, who was the pretty little thing occupying the position of secretary to mr. iceburg?
that question had been swirling in the poor carpenter's head ever since you started working as the mayor of water 7's secretary. since kalifa, mr. iceburg hadn't found anyone competent for the secretary job — even though Iceburg refused to do some of his mayoral duties simply because he didn't want to. even a child could do the job, but children need to go to school and... be children?
well, that's how Iceburg found you, a woman from outside the grand line who just wanted a home and a decent job. he quickly hired you to replace the little girl who had been his secretary. damn, you were the most organized woman in water 7, everything organized by color, size, category; you could even say you had some kind of obsession with organization — something you denied out of pure stubbornness.
but it wasn't just your organization that caught his attention; your beauty and kindness to everyone also did. when you went to dock one, all the men who thought with their penises — including paulie — drooled over you, but when you complimented them and even brought snacks and bottles of water, the lewd stares turned into pure adoration. so thoughtful.
but there was one problem: your clothes.
you had the same problem, in paulie's eyes, as kalifa; walking the streets of water 7, the docks, exposing your long legs and ample thighs. how many times did paulie wish he could squeeze your thighs or simply press them against his penis? many times, more than he could count. but of course, the lectures come before his perverted thoughts.
"how many times do i have to tell you, woman?! you can't just parade around in that miniskirt exposing those legs!" the carpenter would reprimand you in the middle of dock one. the employees were already used to paulie's comments regarding any short clothing, especially when it was you wearing it.
"i don't see any problem with my clothes, mr. paulie," the woman said, shrugging, with an expression as frighteningly gentle as kalifa's, but the poor thing only had that expression to keep calm and not punch the vice-president of the galley-La company. "mr. iceburg didn't object to my attire, besides, my skirt is within the dress code." paulie could see the woman's mocking little smile.
he would go crazy at being contradicted by a little hottie like you. He'd want to slap himself to get his head straight!
"then mr. iceburg should review the dress code! i can almost see your ass—" the man fell silent as soon as he realized, but it was too late. you were staring at him with a raised eyebrow.
"so you were observing my behind, mr. paulie?" the low, provocative question escaped his lips; luckily for both of them, the employees were more focused on chopping wood than on paulie's clothing crises.
"well, you..." with a loud snort and without arguments to continue the ridiculous explanation, he simply grabbed your free hand, the one that only held the pen, pulling you to one of the isolated corners of dock one. he wouldn't let your comment go in one ear and out the other; he was going to get to the bottom of this.
paulie tried to control himself, as much as he wanted to sleep with you, bend you to his table until you forgot your own name, he also wanted to give you a good hard time. you were younger than him, so he could have authority. that's what he told himself.
but paulie couldn't stand your provocations, the way you teased him, pulling on his tie but still keeping your distance so you wouldn't hurt yourself with the lit cigar in his mouth, how you rubbed your little hands on his chest, down to his stomach, driving him crazy.
you had given him the knife and the cheese.
paulie lost his patience. he sat on the sofa in his office and threw you onto his lap. "you just don't understand, do you? this tiny skirt... i imagined myself so many times taking these clothes off your body..." he smoothed the fabric that hugged your ample bottom, giving it light squeezes, seeing how the chubby cheeks of your behind were perfect in his large, calloused palms. "this can't even be called a skirt, it's just a horrible piece of cloth." he lifted the fabric of the skirt, revealing the tiny panties that were tucked between your buttocks, disappearing into the space.
"look at this... you're so indecent!" the first smack is heard in the room, followed immediately by her little scream, "ah! paulie! are you seriously going to spank me because of a—" her words are interrupted by another little scream. he gave her another slap, this time on her other cheek, already seeing the redness forming there.
"no, now you're quiet, brat. i've put up with you all these weeks since you started working with Iceburg — showing off those legs, those thighs... damn, those thighs!" he stroked the back of her thighs, then squeezed the soft flesh before returning to her bottom. "but now I'm not going to let this go. you're screwed, girl."
a spanking session followed until you apologized to paulie for being a naughty girl and wearing short clothes to get his attention. it got to the point where you smudged your delicate makeup with your tears, but to no one's surprise, those tears were of pure pleasure. it was pleasurable to finally see paulie reaching his limit because of you.
"look at this, all red..." paulie slides his hand, already sore from spanking you, reaching your needy intimacy, noticing the moisture that seeped through the fabric, even soaking your clean pants. "look at you, soaking wet just from a few spanks. you're full of surprises for a little girl who only thinks about organization." paulie laughs as he rubs his middle finger along your covered slit, going from your clitoris to your entrance — but he only slides his fingers, he doesn't even take off your panties to give you the pleasure you so desire.
without another word, the man adjusts you on his lap and picks you up only to place you on his desk, knocking over any items that could hurt you. he might be rough and idiotic, but he wasn't stupid enough to hurt a woman.
he stares at you for a few more seconds, appreciating how flushed your cheeks were, your makeup slightly smudged, your skirt bunched up at your waist, and your panties with a large stain of arousal. paulie so badly wanted to bury her face in that needy little pussy, imagining how greedy it must be to just swallow his fingers or even his throbbing penis. but for now, he wouldn't give you that. he understood now that you were provoking him for this, for him to bend you over and fuck you like an animal. but he wants to vent his frustration — for walking around showing off for water 7 while he's consumed by jealousy, for all the times he had to ejaculate in his own hand imagining it was you.
paulie runs her hands over your thighs; squeezing, rubbing, shaking the ample flesh, until it stopped at her calves, lifting her legs, making her little feet in high heels float in the air.
"paulie? what are you going to do?" her question came out breathlessly as she watched the man place her legs on his shoulders, seeing him quickly, and awkwardly but incredibly sexy, unbuckle his belt. he didn't lower his pants and underwear completely, just enough to free his penis.
and god help you, it's big.
but he didn't take off her panties and move them aside, he simply positioned himself between her legs, rubbing his big cock against her panties and then closing them around his penis. there you understood, he would use her thighs to masturbate, he would deny her penetration.
but when he started rubbing there, thrusting his cock into her thighs, the friction was too much for a little pussy totally craving a good cock beating.
"pa-paulie!... don't be— nhg!... mean to me!" her whiny, whiny protest echoed through the office along with the sounds of skin against skin, but paulie completely ignored it; he was so focused on her thighs. damn, he was simply fulfilling his dream of burying himself in her thighs like a perverted teenager! he was loving the softness of her skin, how it swayed with each thrust, but he was also loving how her pussy rubbed against his base, sometimes feeling the head of his penis brush against her swollen clitoris through the fabric of her panties.
"damn... these thighs!— ah!... i want to live in them, kitten!" paulie groaned as she threw her head back, a small bead of sweat trickling down the side of her face and a roguish grin on her face.
just as you were about to complain again between moans, hot, white jets of semen sprayed onto your clothes and skirt. paulie had ejaculated on your clothes, masturbating on your thighs. it was pathetic. it was exciting. but it was even more pathetic for you, who had been denied an orgasm.
"that's what you get for being a show-off brat" the man said with a proud little smile, patting your thighs lightly before withdrawing from between them. he was satisfied, he'd taught you a lesson, and he'd even had a good orgasm on you.
who knows, maybe next time if you wear a micro-skirt he'll fuck you in the pussy, huh?
🗒 : english is not my native language, i had to use a translator, so i apologize in advance for any spelling or grammatical errors.
maybe venturing to an island isn't such a bad thing after all.
★ : smut, pirate reader, words of adoration, unprotected sex, creampie.
being a pirate was one of your dreams, the biggest dream you ever had, and incredibly, you managed to achieve it; you left the peaceful east blue, assembled your crew, becoming one of the few notable young women in piracy. and, look at that, you have an incredible ship! you had the perfect pirate life, but then why were you so bored?
awakening armament and observation haki no longer appealed to you; it had become so commonplace, like fighting another idiot pirate, like buggy. you wanted more adventures, perhaps more dangerous ones? no, you didn't want to match the level of danger of the straw hat pirates' captain.
"hector! I can't take it anymore, the sea is so calm I'm about to throw myself into the water!" you grumbled to your navigator, a somewhat hot-tempered man, but one who would do anything for you.
"tsk, you complain too much." the navigator doesn't even look at you, already used to your behavior when boredom takes over. "give it a rest, we're approaching an island, for now let's ignore egghead and go to another island" he says while staring at one of his maps, then looking at the log pose with three needles, determining that it was safer to avoid egghead, especially with the gang that seems to have a magnet for trouble — the straw hat crew.
even reluctantly, you lock yourself in your private cabin, trying to occupy your mind and avoid having a breakdown from the anxiety of exploring a new island and having some adventure.
when the crew arrived at the island, everyone seemed relieved to finally be able to stretch their legs on land, smell the pleasant scent of wet earth, and even breathe the air among the trees. you didn't even know how long you'd been at sea, but it was enough time for the whole crew to get out of the habit of wandering around an island.
in the distance, you notice a ship docked a few meters away from your own, but your anxiety is so great that you don't even bother to see if it's an ally's ship, an enemy's, or some pirate you might recognize — a rather irresponsible act on your part, but who cares? hou have powerful armament haki; you're strong. whoever it is won't be able to handle you.
but as you explore the island further and find a bar, you finally realize that the pirate on that island is not easy to deal with. simply put, the one in that dilapidated bar, laughing even at the wind with his subordinates, was none other than red haired. that's right, the yonko, shanks, was there in the flesh, and in all his short years as a pirate, it was the first time seeing the man considered a legend.
for the first time, you felt insignificant in a place, completely overshadowed, but those insecure thoughts are quickly ignored when you see that mischievous smile, how shanks' voice was stupidly gentle even when saying something completely idiotic and almost choking on his liquor. seeing that, your brain chemistry changes in a snap. none of the other pirates caught your attention; law looked like a stick figure, so skinny — and to you, he had a flat butt — kid is almost a punk volcano, luffy of the straw hat... well, he's luffy, there's not much to say. but shanks, idiot that he is, was incredibly handsome, tall, and had everything to have a strong grip. with obscene thoughts quickly sticking in your mind like chewing gum, you don't hesitate to try something with the yonko. what could go wrong? you could get a simple "no," but there's no harm in trying, right?
you're not quite sure how everything worked out for you; drinks here and there, blatant flirting with the redhead, he even asked you to dance — albeit awkwardly and comically amidst his subordinates and the bar's patrons. but one thing was certain, you hooked shanks. even if only for one night, you got him.
the thrusts echoed through the room, slow but deep. the little sound coming from where you were intertwined was completely obscene, exciting, concrete proof of the effect the pirate had on your body.
"god... you're squeezing me so tight" the redhead's voice whispered against your ear, he was thrusting sideways into you — don't wonder how he manages to keep his balance when he's lying on his side, with his severed arm under his body — "has no one ever eaten you like this, my angel? nhg— you're perfect, love... so good." he moved his only hand to your leg, placing it on top of his, forcing you to rest your foot on his leg. then he worked his magic, his large, thick fingers, calloused from holding his sword and fighting with it, finding your swollen clitoris.
your moans intensified violently, you laying your head on the pillow, feeling the fabric beneath you wet. yes, everything felt so good that you drooled on the pillow. "messy" shanks teased, but affectionately, giving you a quick kiss on the temple.
"sha-shanks... i— aah!" your moans interrupt your movements, your lubricated intimacy contracting around shanks' thick penis. you were so, so close to coming! shanks noticed immediately, letting out a low laugh amidst a drawn-out moan.
"are you going to come, princess?" the rhetorical question escapes his lips. with a thrust deeper than the others, he kisses your cervix, seemingly trying to shift your organs with just that thrust — and so it continued, the thrusts becoming strong and fast. he wanted to mold you, shape you so you would never forget how his cock opens you up, how it reaches places you never imagined could be reached. he wanted to ruin you for any other moment, to make you addicted to his cock.
"give it to me, please, my love!" he kisses your temple again, descending until he finds your cheek, then increasing the speed of his fingers on your needy clit. "delicious pussy! i want to eat it forever— let me eat you forever!... i'm going to make you feel so good, always... always, always."
shanks' moans became more audible in the room, mingling with hers and the wet, sweaty sounds. he was getting desperate; he needed to feel her come on his cock, he needed to make sure he was doing her good — the little goddess he'd found at the bar, he needed to make his goddess feel good. and more than that, he needed to fill his girl with his devotion.
"i... i— fuck! i'm going to... cum— shanks!" you scream as you feel your pussy vibrate intensely, squeezing— no, milking shanks' penis. you trembled so much that he held on. "i'm here, i'll protect you, my love" he whispered without stopping his thrusts. you were fine, you came in the best way possible, that was enough for him, now he could finally fill you.
shanks' desperate thrusts slow down as he explodes inside you, warm, thick jets flooding you from the inside, to the point of spilling out and covering you both. it was obscene, delicious, addictive. damn, you were like a natural aphrodisiac for the yonko.
with a weak sigh, you both collapse onto the bed, your breaths ragged, your bodies trembling, sweaty and covered in cum, it was the most pornographic and beautiful scene. "you... are perfect, my love. welcomed me so well" he remains inside you, refusing to leave the warm and wet cocoon that was your little pussy. he makes you fit against him, lying close together while he caresses your belly, imagining how white and milky your insides were "beautiful... my perfect little pirate" he kisses your neck, too tired to turn you over and fill your mouth with kisses, for now both are content just to hug and sleep spooning.
you really had quite an adventure on that island.
🗒 : english is not my native language, i had to use a translator, so i apologize in advance for any spelling or grammatical errors.
for hiromi, age is nothing more than a number when you're alone in your nearly empty apartment, with furniture bordering on minimalism, telling yourself it's more practical to spend almost the entire day in an office surrounded by papers.
age is nothing more than a number when you show up at his office in the late afternoon, with a smile that melts his heart and a large cup of coffee from hiromi's favorite coffee shop. you appear to brighten the beginning of the evening, making him forget for a few brief seconds the paperwork and the almost humiliating life of a lawyer.
age is nothing more than a number when hiromi allows himself to rest in your lap after a frustrating day at work, sometimes allowing himself to cry silently while your fingers gently stroke his hair, with your soft words of comfort and pride for him still holding on tight— even if there are times when he breaks down and cries like a child. this kind of affection only you could offer him, and hiromi only accepted it from you.
age is nothing more than a number when you come home tired from college and your internship, longing for the embrace of the only man you love.
age is nothing more than a number when hiromi is inside you, kissing your cervix with the robust and sensitive head of his penis. when he molds your slender body so that you fit perfectly between his arms, while he stretches you, grinning mischievously as he listens to the wet sounds your dripping pussy makes with each of his strong thrusts.
🗒 : english is not my native language, i had to use a translator, so apologize in advance for any spelling or grammatical errors.
★ : robin, wlw, smut, robin usando sua akuma no mi da forma mais obscena possÃvel! adoração e degradação (?), robin te dedilhando, leitora chorosa
você, completamente nua na cama, rodeada dos vários pares de mãos da robin, graças à sua akuma no mi; uma mão segurando seus pulsos sob a cabeça, duas mãos – uma em cada coxa segurando elas e as deixando com as pernas dobradas e abertas. dois pares de mãos estimulavam seus mamilos sensÃveis, os dedos de robin passando levemente pelos picos carentes, fazendo movimentos circulares, ora colocando pressão, ora apenas massageando.
mas o pior, ou melhor, era a mão que estava exatamente entre suas pernas, socando dois dedos de forma lenta em seu canal vaginal, o barulhinho molhado de sua excitação e os movimentos de robin ecoavam no quarto, seus gemidos chorosos e com extremo dengo eram como uma bela música para os ouvidos da arqueóloga.
"shhh, não faça muito barulho, meu bem." a arqueóloga fala sem tirar os olhos do livro que lia, sua voz saindo baixa e doce. ela fingia completa normalidade, sentada na poltrona, usando suas roupas habituais com um livro no colo, como se não estivesse usando seus poderes da akuma no mi para deixá-la completamente bobinha "o que faremos quando o pessoal chegar e escutar esses barulhinhos fofos que você solta?"
"robin..." sua voz sai entrecortada, os gemidos dengosos misturados com o chorinho te impediam de formular uma fala coerente. estava completamente boba, a sensação dos dedos da mulher, socando devagarinho, curvando os dedos e acariciando seu interior, tudo com uma calma aterrorizante "pare... pare de me maltratar..." a vozinha saindo baixa, uma tentativa falha de você controlar a voz, mas logo sendo interrompida pelo seu próprio gemido de frustração assim que sente a mulher parar de estimular seus mamilos e retirar os dedos, te deixando com a sensação desconfortável de vazio.
"te maltratar? eu nunca faria isso com algo tão precioso como você" ela fala após soltar uma risadinha, fechando o livro em um baque surdo, mas nunca se atrevendo a se levantar da poltrona, apenas cruzando as pernas e sorrindo para você "eu te dou atenção, te mimo com meus dedos, te deixo toda dengosa... para no final você reclamar como uma vadiazinha carente?" o deboche era claro em sua voz, mesmo que seu semblante fosse dócil, a acidez ali era presente "já que a minha preciosa garota está tão exigente, talvez eu deva dar mais atenção à ela..."
robin se levanta em uma calma de outro mundo, mas apertando todos os pares de mãos que a prendiam, não dando escapatória para seus pulsos, apertando mais ainda suas coxas e te deixando mais aberta ainda para ela, como se você fosse o presente de natal que ela esperou a noite inteira para poder abrir.
você tenta murmurar, perguntar o que ela iria fazer, com os olhinhos marejados de tanto prazer, os lábios inchadinhos de tanto morder e as bochechinhas coradinhas. não dá tempo para você dizer algo; robin volta a estimular os seios, agora com mais fome e avidez, logo caindo de boca no seu meio, usando a lÃngua para estimular seu clitóris inchadinho.
você grita, chorando pela superestimulação, gemendo completamente dengosinha o nome da arqueóloga, se contorcendo contra a cama, já sentindo seu clÃmax chegando.
de longe, já era possÃvel ouvir as vozes de seus companheiros voltando: a risada estridente de luffy, a discussão entre zoro e sanji, nami revendo sobre os gastos daquela pequena exploração, chopper conversando com usopp, e brook e franky cantarolando alguma música que o esqueleto inventou na hora. a bagunça caótica de seus companheiros se aproximava, mas robin não estava se importando com isso.
uma mão floresce ao lado de sua cabeça, tapando rapidamente a sua boca, abafando seus gemidos.
"fique quietinha, sim? não terminei de cuidar de você..."
