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ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃mdni: Luffy keeps staring at you ever since you stepped your foot on Sunny.
Luffy x fem!Reader one shot smut.
Help me tag the artist please :) I found the art on Pin.
// cw: shy reader, reader stutters a lot, light dom/sub, body worship, oral (fem receive), nipple play, creampie, praising kink, p in v
wc: 3.2k
× originally posted on ao3 ×
On a relaxing day, the crew decided to make a stop at a nearby island to buy some supplies as they were running out of food stock. So, you were elated as this was the chance where you got to go shopping with Nami and Robin. You were so ready to buy a lot of stuff, especially clothes, because you were trying to improve your fashion sense, and the two girls, whom you already saw them as your sisters decided to help you.
Truth to be told, your fashion sense wasn't bad at all. Even your simplest outfits had a habit of turning heads, drawing a lingering looks from head-to-toe, including your own crew members, especially Luffy.
Ever since you joined the crew, Luffy couldn't stop checking you out. You would feel his eyes on you wherever you went or whatever you did and he wouldn't even bother to make it discreet, it was as if he was fucking you with his eyes, and you would feel it. He also gave you a nickname, which was Angel, and when you asked why, he said it was because your presence attracted him.
God, couldn't you remember how red your face was at his answer.
It wasn't that you weren't attracted to him, you were, only god knew how frequently you tried not to rub your thighs together. But every time he put his eyes on you, you would feel nervous. You would squirm and even falter, and he loved it. He loved watching you being all uneasy just from his gaze, it made his cock twitch, imagining what it would be like if he could pin you underneath him and hear your whining in desperation for his length to abuse your sweet cunt.
Maybe it wasn't the outfit. Maybe it was your beauty that made you look like a beacon in everything you wore. You could wear a torn shirt or a very bad-looking design outfit and yet he would still glue his sight on you like you were the only thing visible in this world. The others noticed about Luffy and would tease the two of you, but he didn't care, because those teasing remarks made you become more shy and he loved that.
Nami and Robin had just left the room to take a bath and you were the first to get ready early as you were overjoyed by the thought of having a girls' day. You wore a casual outfit; a black and pink striped, oversized sweater with a denim short skirt and black thigh-high socks. Your hair was clipped with a hair claw, some strands falling around your face. You smiled at yourself in the mirror, feeling amused by how good you were looking.
Suddenly, the door was slammed open, causing you to startle, your hands hugging your chest.
"Luffy! You can't just barge into a girl's room without knocking first!" you scolded him.
To your second surprise, Luffy was shirtless and only had his blue shorts on him, his straw hat, dangling against his shoulder blades. Sure, he always wore his shirt unbuttoned enough to exposed his abs, but seeing him entirely bare from waist up was different.
"Why not?" he whined, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed.
"What do you mean "why not"? What if I was naked or in an indecent state?"
"Well that would be a bonus then!" A wide grin plastered on his face as he giggled. Baffled by his response, your arms drop to your sides, one of your hands fidgeting the hem of your skirt.
"Wha– what do you mean?" you stammered. Luffy locked his eyes on you when he finally entered your shared room and closed the door, locking it behind him.
"C'mon Angel, you know what I mean." He walked forward to get closer to you slowly, but you stepped backwards until you sat on the bed. He was now standing in front of your small frame, towering over you and you tilted your head up hesitantly to look at him.
"No– Luffy, I don't– I can't—" Curse him for calling the butterflies to fly around your stomach. You veered your gaze from him but his hand reached out to cup your jaw softly, directing you to keep your eyes on his. He cocked his brow and bent down to draw closer to your face.
"Angel, why do you think I keep staring at you? Hm?" The serious tone in his voice paired with how intoxicatingly close he was made you feel twice as nervous. You didn't remember the room feeling hot, it was usually on a comfortable, chill temperature. A faint bead of sweat were breaking out along your hairline.
"Luffy, I don't— I— please—" you huffed, completely giving yourself up on talking any further as you let him take the victory. Your edginess made him smile as he thought you looked adorable being weak under his touch. He tilted his head to the side, deliberately scanning the outfit you were wearing, then met your gaze again.
"You look cute, Angel!" he beamed. "This is why my vision is always stuck on your existence, because you just look so pretty in everything and I had to undress you with my eyes every time just to see the real beauty underneath it,"
As he muttered, his body motioned forward, his weight pressing into the bed and forcing you to lean back until you were flat on your back against the mattress. Luffy crawled over you, his arms planting themselves on either side of your head, caging you to the bed.
Your legs were slightly parted as his knee slid up in between your thighs, it almost made contact with your heated core. You trailed his body slowly with your eyes; chiseled abs, sculpted pecs and ripped arms. God how seducing was he. Not to mention his good-looking face, and despite the big X-shaped scar on his chest, he still looked like he was built by a lust devil.
Your heart hammered so violently you felt like it could explode at any moment. But before you could catch your breath, Luffy crashed his lips against yours, pulling a desperate moan right out from your throat. Your hands traced his broad back, sending shivers down his spine while he dived inside your mouth, his tongue dancing with yours, trading saliva and moans with each other.
His knee nudged your clothed pussy and you took the chance to lightly grind against it, hoping to not make it obvious that you were desperate to find some relief for your needy cunt. A soft whine escaped your lips when he pulled away to attack your neck with his mouth next, a mix of your and his saliva drooling down your jaw.
"Luffy, I can't— we can't— Nami and Robin will be here soon. You know they're taking a bath right?" you murmured in between your moans as he was marking you with his lovebites.
"Mmm it will be quick, I promise." He lifted his head from your neck. "Plus, I'm the captain, are you going to disobey your captain's orders, Angel?" he asked in a tone that sounded more like a command for you to follow than genuine curiosity.
"But, Luffy– It doesn't– I– oh my god." You closed your eyes and covered your face with your hands, huffing out a frustrated sigh.
Luffy chuckled at your helplessness, "You're so cute, Angel! Now just relax and let me taste you, I'll make it quick I promise!" He got up and sat on his heels, his hands travelling softly from your knees to under your skirt, grabbing the waist of your panties and taking them off. He took a look at your underwear like he was examining something.
"Look!" He stretched the fabric of your panties to show you a spot that was drenched with your natural lube. Your face was already flushed red when your pussy was exposed to him, but now it couldn't go any redder when he pointed out the evidence of your arousal. He giggled and shove them inside the pocket of his shorts.
You knitted your eyebrows, "Luffy, what are you doing? Just put them aside, you don't have to put it inside your pocket."
"Mmm nope, I'm gonna keep it to myself. Captain's order." He winked at you and moved to adjust his face in between your legs. You were too speechless to fight back when he used his captain privilege.
Luffy flipped your skirt to your stomach, exposing your fully bare pussy that was dripping wet from all the intense moments you had with him earlier, which made his smile to spread wider across his face.
"I knew your pussy would look as cute as you," he said.
You closed your eyes to avoid looking at him any further in adulation, but they flew wide open the second you felt his tongue lick in between your drooling cunt.
He was making out with your core, absorbing your pussy with his tongue slammed against your bundle of nerves. The room was filled with your moans and wet smacking noises coming from his work as his spit was mixed with your ooze.
Your back arched in attempt to grind onto his face, but he had his hands grasping your thighs, pressing you firmly into the bed so he can devour you properly.
"Luffy! Aah!— Luffy, don't stop please..." you whimpered, biting your lips to avoid making loud moans, worrying if the others would hear you.
Soft moans came from him as he was charmed by your body reacting to him satisfying your lust with his mouth. Since you were unable to move from his strong hold of your legs, you gripped a handful of his hair and pulled him to dive deeper into you, mostly trying to get him to suck your bud. He sunk lower, punishing your hole and your clit harder and harder, rushing the adrenaline inside your veins.
You could feel your orgasm was close when your belly tightened, but to your disappointment, Luffy stopped. He knew you were close because your thighs were clenching his head, yet he didn't want you to cum, simply because he wanted you to see you being voracious for him.
Your grip on his hair loosened and you peered between your legs to see him planting a kiss on your inner thigh, his chin was dripping mess from the mixed fluids.
"Why'd you stop? I– I was close," you spoke breathlessly, trying to catch your breath at the same time.
"I know, but it's not fun if you don't beg me to make you cum." He crawled up to you again, locking his eyes on yours. "Beg me to make you cum, Angel," he commanded while his hand reaching the hem of your sweater, pulling it off over your head and throwing it somewhere on the floor, his gaze remained still on yours.
"Luffy... Please..." you pleaded, you couldn't hold it any longer as your body was aching to orgasm. He then removed your bra, exposing your hard nipples that were begging to be sucked. You were only left with your skirt.
"Please what, Angel? Say it, I want to hear you say it full," he expressed before fondling one of your tits with his fingers and sponging the other with his mouth gently.
"Luffy– ah! Luffy, make me– make me cum please..." your whining sounded needy enough to make someone say yes to you, but not to Luffy. He was playing with your tits gently at first but now you felt him biting your nipple with his teeth, while pinching the other roughly, inflicting a sharp sting of pain as a sign that your begging wasn't good enough.
"Luffy! Luffy make me cum please! Please– Aah mhmm! Make me cum please, please captain I need it! I wanna cum!" His impact on your tits was pleasurable, yet painful at the same time. He smiled when his ears were satisfied with what he wanted to hear, he stopped and pulled himself up to spot your face. Your eyes glistened with tears from the torment.
"That's more like it! wasn't so hard was it?" he giggled and kissed your lips before getting off from the bed, taking off his straw hat along with his shorts. You saw his big cock sprung out, his flushed tip leaking with precum, seeking a dose of relief.
Your expression looked calm, but your inner feeling was overthinking if that size could fit inside you or not. He was thick and long, with veins that were trailing along his shaft popping out.
The mattress once again descended when he climbed over to your body, colliding his lips with yours while he align his member to your entrance with one hand. A gasp escaped your throat when he pushed his full length all the way in, filling you to the brim with one smooth thrust, your gummy walls were tight around his member, resulting him to breathe shakily as your cunt coating his cock with your natural lube.
"Are you okay, Angel? Can I move now?" he purred, making sure you were comfortable first before wanting to unleash his craving to pound your hole aggresively. You bit your lip and nodded, giving him the greenlight.
Luffy pulled away, sitting on his heels to raise your legs, prompting them onto his shoulders, then pinned your wrists above your head. His hips moved gently at first, but then increased the pace slowly until the room was stuffed with moanings and slapping sound that came from his balls smacking your ass in each thrust.
His tip stabbed your g-spot, making you moan every time it hit deeply inside you. It was as if his cock was destined for your pussy.
"You're so tight– nghm–" he grunted, his free hand tracing your neck, moving down softly to your breasts and stomach, worshipping every inch of your flesh. He pressed your belly down, making sure you feel every inch of his veins pumping inside you. "So beautiful too, exactly like how I imagined it..." he breathed.
Oh how satisfying and honourable was he finally getting to unravel what he had been praying every night; your perfect nude and you getting pinned underneath him with his fat cock abusing your desperate little cunt.
"Luffy– ahh! feels– so good oh god..." Your eyes crossed the moment he compressed your stomach as the pleasure he was providing you was phenomenal, feeling like your soul was being transferred into another dimension. The satiety of his cock was sucking the soul out of you, making you feel lightheaded, and the contractions of your walls were overwhelming you.
"Yeah? Are– ahh.. Are you enjoying this, Angel?" Luffy's voice was trembling as your velvet flesh was taunting him. You were too drunk into the world of pleasure that your mouth couldn't speak anymore out of the intoxicating sensations. So you just nod and moaned as your response to him.
The lewd sound of flesh smacking flesh along with his sensual groans that was overflowing from his throat were a pleasurable music to your ears. The noises of the bed squeaking and the headboard hitting the wooden walls were the only sounds that could help cover up the clatters of your intense activity with Luffy, yet that still wouldn't make it any good.
The crew was probably going to ask later if any of them heard, but you hoped they wouldn't and would ignore it.
The pressure of his hips slapping against your ass were getting more and more ruthless as he was chasing his and your orgasms. Luffy's hand that was pressing your stomach, moved down to your clit, stroking them aggressively in circulation, which made you to feel overstimulated with his cock thrusting roughly inside you.
Your moans were getting louder and louder the second he had his thumb on your clit, causing his mouth to stretch into a mischievous smile as he found the spot.
"You really are an angel," he murmured, leaning down to kiss you and swallowing every whimpers and moans from your throat.
The end of a tremendous climax was getting nearer as you felt your abdomen tying a knot and your breath was stranding, fluttering weakly in your throat. Luffy's groans were getting rougher and deeper when your walls clenched around him tightly, signaling him that you were about to reach your climax, and so was his, as you felt his cock twitched in you.
"Luffy I'm gonna– I wanna cum... Please..."
"Cum with me, Angel... And keep your eyes on me while you cum." His voice was as deep as his length burying your insides. "I wanna— ahh fuck... I wanna see how gorgeous you look while you cum on my cock."
The way he was talking to you made you feel like you were possessed by a soul that was meant to serve the lust god. His raspy voice, pairing with his moans and grunts were shifting your essence into a whole new universe.
Constellations of stars appeared behind your lids as the bond inside you was fractured. The climax rushed pleasure through your veins, causing your toes to curl and your back arched with your mouth hung open as a long, shaky yet alluring moan escaped.
You tried your best to keep eye contact with Luffy, who groaned like he was in pain when his thick, hot cum squirted all over your walls that were clenching so tightly around his cock, concealing it white.
After giving a few more thrust to chase the highs, Luffy pulled out his length slowly from your bullied cunt, causing you to hiss when his tip slipped right out. Your hole overflowed with his cum, leaking down to your ass.
He let go of your wrists that were already bruised from his rigid grasp earlier, it made both of your arms too numb to move. His eyes were half lidded as his weight collapsed onto your body, your legs slumping down to the bed from his broad shoulders after the intense orgasm had struck your whole body.
Luffy caught his breath for a brief moment before he picked himself up again and planted a big kiss to both of your cheeks like a gift for you for making his dreams came true. He brushed your messy hair behind your ears to examine your face better.
"You look prettier like this, Angel." He smiled and gave you one last kiss on your lips before getting off from the bed and wore back his shorts along with his straw hat.
"Anyway, that was fun! Let's do it again soon! Oh and don't forget to buy the pills, bye Angel!" He giggled, leaving the room quickly before Nami and Robin get back.
After the door closed, you shut your eyes, taking a deep breath before they flung wide open when your brain registered his words about pills.
"He came inside me?!" you talked to yourself as you didn't realise he had breed you. You sat up quickly and lifted your skirt, witnessing the evidence soaking into the sheets. "Oh my fuck."
The sex really was too good.
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synopsis: satoru gojo's got a biiiiig wand - and he's not scared to use it on his favorite (and only) assistant after a successful show!
pairing: magician!Gojo x assistant!reader
content: mdni! smut, porn with plot, don't ask me how my brain works idk either, magician gojo is PACKING, no rabbits were harmed in the making of this fic, nepo baby gojo has a dream to be a magician what can I say, Sukuna cameo, jealousy, fingering (with the gloves on like a freak), unprotected piv sex, full nelson, so much teasing (he thinks he's SO funny), but he's doing magic tricks on that pussy so-, creampie, he wants us BAD
HOT ASSISTANT WANTED!
MUST BE FLEXIBLE!
You thought he was probably a pervert. Okay, definitely a pervert.
But the hourly rate posted on the advertisement was enough that you showed up to the listed audition time, pepper spray clutched in your fist as you walked down the aisle of the empty auditorium, wondering where the hell everyone else was - or if you were just the only stupid enough to show.
It was sorta creepy, your footsteps echoing as you stopped just shy of the stage, brows knitting together as you tried to figure out what the fuck was happening.
Someone tapped your shoulder.
And yeah, perhaps it was a tad bit of an overreaction, but you reflexively pulled the trigger as you spun around, shooting the spray directly in the eyes of your would-be assailant...or um, potential employer?
Belatedly noticing the ridiculous costume he was wearing, dressed in a tuxedo complete with a tailcoat and crooked top hat, one that fell off and spilled out multicolored ribbons as he let out a low curse and rubbed his eyes, panic piercing through you as you realized what you'd just done when your own eyes started to sting at the spicy compound in the air.
"Oh my god," you flinched, heat flooding your face with humiliation as you accepted you definitely lost the job now, and maybe gained an assault charge. "I'm so sorry, I-"
But then he laughed, one corner of his mouth lifting in a lopsided smile even as he winced in pain.
"Guess I should've started with hi, huh?"
You still couldn't fucking believe he hired you after that.
Or how many of your nights would now belong to him.
All your friends thought you started stripping after you started ditching drinking and going out on dinner dates. You guessed they weren't that far off.
Technically, you were being paraded around on a brightly-lit stage, forcing fake smiles in a skin-tight outfit. But yours was beaded and bedazzled, glitter and rhinestones sparking in the spotlight as you were led around the stage, put on display to be a pretty distraction from the main show.
Satoru Gojo.
The man. The magician.
From the bits and pieces of his backstory you managed to put together, his family was wealthy enough to have the sort of connections to make his shows possible - but it was his own personality that made them profitable.
"Come on," he beamed, picking out a guest at random, gesturing for them to come up on the stage. They blinked, looking around nervously before hesitantly pushing off the arms of their chair and starting for the stairs. "Let's play a little game, okay?"
You'd seen it before.
Every Friday through Sunday for the past six months.
Traveling to different cities, rehearsing in the evenings, practicing stage direction rather than his tricks. He never needed to work on those. Just guiding you on where he wanted you to stand and what he wanted you to do.
Brighter smiles, wider twirls, deeper bows.
It was fun. Almost everything about him and this was.
Getting dolled up on his dime, letting him help you zip up the last couple inches of your bodysuit, listening to the chatter of the audience from backstage. Using the expensive products he provided, a full face of makeup and hair completely done, sprayed into place so it wouldn't so much as budge while you were up there with him. How you could feel the applause in your chest standing up there at the end, how right it felt to have his hand in yours when he clasped it and made sure you took your bows by his side. He made you feel needed.
You knew his routine by heart. Memorized every line, knew every step and sword that he'd pretend to slice through you in a box with, daggers being driven into wood while you were tucked safely in the hidden compartment.
But it wasn't really just the tricks people came to see.
It was him.
Something intangible about him, not just his shining blue eyes or the stray wisps of white hair poking out beneath his hat, but the energy surrounding him, the way his words boomed out through his wired mic and entangled you in his web of carefully-crafted illusions. Sure, you had the tiniest crush on him, but you told yourself it was simply the amount of time you'd been spending together, the chemistry that came with putting on performances night after night where he rambled to an entire audience of people how gorgeous you were.
Anyone who saw him would either want him or want to be him.
Even now, when he was just doing the whole boring pick a card thing, the one practically every magician did, the whole audience was only paying attention to him, trying to spot his sleight of hand.
They never did though.
Always left whispering 'how did he do that?' or trying to ask for his autograph as he walked off stage, sometimes even waiting out back to catch him on his way to his car.
This show was no different.
The same spiel, the same jokes, the same good night speech, twirling his wand in that big hand of his before waving goodbye at the crowd, all while you smiled and held onto the pretty white bunny he used that you affectionately named Gojo Junior.
The third most important part of the act really, after Satoru in second. He liked to tell you that you were the star, as if you both didn't know that he'd do just fine without your support. He could probably pick any other girl off the street at a much lesser risk of getting pepper sprayed - but he scoffed and scolded you the one time you joked about being replaceable.
Tonight came with one change you hadn't expected though, one in the form of friends you hadn't thought even existed popping up when you were both preoccupied with taking photos with a few lingering fans.
"Yo, Satoru," someone called out, and you looked up to see a man, maybe about his height clasping a hand on his shoulder. With another guy, and a pretty girl who was distracted on her phone, brown eyes glazed over with boredom. "Nice show."
"Thanks," Satoru smiled, relaxed, easy. Not the showman. Performance dropped, almost seeming like a normal guy who just happened to be in a full tuxedo, tilting his hat off as he glanced between his friends. "Didn't think you guys would come."
"After how much you talk about it?" The girl dryly said, not looking up as she exhaled.
"And her?" The other man chimed in, his deep grunt catching you off-guard as your head snapped over to him at the realization he was talking about you.
Or, well, belatedly processing that he meant Satoru was talking about you to his friends.
Satoru was unfazed though, buzzing through brief introductions and offering up their names while you nodded along, your outfit started to rub a little around your thighs as you shuffled on the soles of your heels.
Standing a little bit behind him, like you always did, watching him banter back-and-forth, used to fulfilling the role of the accessory on his arm until someone crossed the thin line separating what was staged and what was real.
"Are you free after this?" His pink-haired friend casually asked you, cocking his head to the side as he sized you up, dark eyes dragging over your exposed body and the shimmery fabric clinging to it. Sukuna, wasn't it?
You paused, considering what to say. Sometimes after shows you let Satoru convince you to come back to his place or whatever hotel room he booked, staying up late ordering pizza or whatever junk food he was craving while you watched old movies together. But he always passed out on the couch, hand in a bowl of popcorn and drool dribbling from his lips, and you usually left before he woke up.
"I'm actually-"
"She's still mine for the next, ah, two hours?" Satoru smirked, looking down at his wrist to check his watch for the time.
Except, it wasn't his watch.
Sukuna glared at him, attempting to snatch his watch back only for Satoru to take another bow, bending down too low just in time for his hand only to close around air.
"Too slow," Satoru cooed with fake sympathy, stepping back and unclasping the watch from his wrist just to dangle it in front of his face. "Gotta be quicker next time."
"Clean up isn't going to take two hours," you huffed at Satoru, snatching the watch first before holding it back out for his friend to take.
"I know," your boss pouted at you, pretty pink lips pushed together in a dramatic (and fake) display of disappointment. "I have some, um, notes I need to go over with you."
"Oh," you blinked, glancing towards backstage. "I guess I'll go get changed then."
Your performance had been pretty damn perfect.
No missteps or mistakes you could remember making, at least, frowning at your reflection as you slipped out of your heels back in your dressing room. You had already returned Gojo Junior to his cage in the corner, the bunny happily napping as you scanned the bag next to his set up for your extra clothes.
While you picked them up and started to throw them across the makeup chair, a little voice in your head slyly suggested the slim chance that Satoru was jealous. That just maybe your feelings could be mutual instead of just one-sided pining blinded by the persona you were used to him putting on.
Two sharp knocks had you snapping out of it, glancing back in time for the door to creak open before you could answer it.
"Is my lovely assistant dressed in there?" Satoru's warm voice called through the thin wood, and you instinctively checked the mirror, making sure your makeup wasn't messed up before you actually replied.
"Yeah," you called back out, stifling a sigh as you resisted the urge to put on a little more lip gloss.
"Damn," he shamelessly flirted, swinging open the door the rest of the way.
"Is that your way of asking to help?" You sarcastically muttered, shaking your head just slightly as you sighed.
"Can I?" He asked, almost managing to sound earnest.
You rolled your eyes at him, ignoring the faint fluttering in your stomach at the sight of him standing there and staring at you.
It wasn't that you thought his flirting was serious. You just sorta wished it was. It couldn't hurt to tease him back just a little too, right?
His blue eyes burned down your body, his jaw tensing as you turned away from him. You reached over your shoulder, making your own little show out of getting ready to strip down, glancing back to see how his face went slack. Watching him hold his breath, his grip tight on the wand still in his hand, knuckles bone-white.
"You'd make a terrible assistant," you wryly murmured, mouth twitching and fighting back a smile at how he was just standing there.
"My sincerest apologies," he purred, feigning remorse, a familiar grin twisting up on his lips as he reached up to tilt his hat, leaning against the doorframe as your fingers stopped just above the hidden zipper along the back. "Can I assist you in getting out of that then?"
You didn't say yes out loud.
Nodded just enough to answer for you, biting down on your bottom lip at the thump of the door shutting behind him.
"I'll start with the zipper first," he muttered, delivering the line like you were some audience member he had to impress. But his breath was warm on the nape of your neck, little goosebumps running up and down your arms as you barely stopped yourself from shivering at the sound of him so close.
"How sweet of you," you hummed as casually as you could, a little more pleased than you ought to be at how it felt for his long fingers to skim over your spine to reach the zipper. His other palm settled on your waist, your nose scrunching up as you realized he must have managed to slip his wand away without you noticing just to have both hands on you.
"Only to you," he quipped back, and before you could make a quick retort, he was tugging the zipper down all the way, sucking in a sharp breath at the freshly exposed skin.
Did he want to touch you as badly as you wanted him to? Ached for a connection that would catch sparks instead of fizzling in the shadows? Where you'd both stop acting like your chemistry ended once you stepped foot off-stage?
Feet planted on the ground, glued in place as he stayed there, both of you refusing to budge, daring the other one to break.
"Well?" You swallowed hard, keeping your head forward so you wouldn't have to see his face. "Are you going to help me with the rest or not?"
"As you wish," he quoted, murmuring all sweet and low in your ear as he started pulling your bodysuit off, taking his time to wiggle it past your hips and down your thighs, using it as an excuse to run his palms over every inch of you possible.
You tried to find a sliver of rationality. You'd even take regret. But there was just excitement brimming beneath the surface, desperation and craving melting together into you were just putty waiting for him to mold.
"Should I keep going?" He asked in that pretty whisper of his, making your heart stutter and race, mind reeling at his proximity, at the increasingly real possibility that you were really about to find out what more meant with him.
"Please."
He stripped you down to just your thin seamless panties fast enough it really did feel like magic, just to take off his top hat and put it on your head instead. You reached up to touch the brim, but then you were being picked up, his big hands sinking into the soft flesh of your thighs as he hoisted you in the air, carrying you with your back still pressed to his chest over to the old couch in the corner, turning around and plopping down so you were on his lap.
You gasped, surprised at how sure he was even now, in this totally new territory of your friendship? Relationship? Acting like he'd planned it all out, knew how to execute every lingering touch, practiced the way his lips would graze against the shell of your ear.
"For my next trick," he grinned, his hand skimming down your stomach and stopping just between your thighs. "I'm gonna make your panties disappear."
Your lips parted, about to giggle at how sleazy he sounded, but then you blinked - and they were gone.
"Holy shit," you breathed, too surprised to care about how much you sounded like one of his fans. "How did you-"
"That's a secret, baby," he wryly chuckled, showing you an empty hand before he used it to cup your dripping cunt. A funny pulse shooting straight down to the pit of your stomach as he pressed a feather-light kiss to your shoulder. "Spread your legs a little more for me, princess."
You always complied when it came to him.
And he always made everything worth it.
Watching two of his thick fingers disappear into your soaked cunt, with his gloves still fucking on, mouth hanging open at the way he kept plunging in and making a fucking mess of you on the couch. Could anyone else hear the filthy squelch of his digits pumping in and out through the paper-thin walls? Your moans of his name getting sloppier and sloppier, somehow turning Satoru into weak whimpers of Toru as he wrapped one strong forearm around your waist to keep you from squirming while he worked to stretch you out for his, ah, wand?
God, you couldn't even think about it like that without being filled with the lewd mental image of him trying to stick his real wand inside of you.
"I-I thought you had notes for me," you groaned, grabbing onto the dark material of his pants as you rested your head back on his broad shoulder, struggling to hold onto your slipping thoughts with every brutal drag of his fingers inside you. The fabric made it somehow even hotter, your brain going all fuzzy as he dove in all the way.
"I lied," he bluntly confessed, burying himself down to his knuckles just to see you shudder, keeping you supported as he fucked you harder with just his nimble fingers, his practiced motions making you forget how you were supposed to feel about your suspicion that he was jealous being proven correct.
He didn't want to see you with someone else.
And when you were here, when he had you like this, you couldn't really picture yourself out on a date when he occupied all your thoughts anyways.
"Are you on birth control?" He paused long enough to ask, although you were hardly coherent enough to answer.
"Mm, mhm," you half-yelped as his fingers swirled up to poke and prod in a particularly sensitive spot.
"Thank God," he groaned, yanking his digits back out, and it was only at his absence that you realized the ridiculously hard thing you hadn't noticed poking your ass was his cock.
How the hell was it so-
"S'toru," you attempted to say his name, your throat growing dry at the thought of his size before he readjusted you off of him just enough to pull his pants down and let it spring out, a thick vein bulging along the side of it, his tip a pretty shade of pink and pre-cum already leaking along the slit.
"Change your mind?" He asked, as if your toes weren't already curling at the anticipation, thighs trembling as your body aches to have him back inside you.
"N-no," you mumbled, heat pooling deep enough in your stomach you could probably drown in it. "You're just, um, bigger than I thought."
"So you've been thinking about me too, princess?" He teased, not missing a single fucking thing, apparently.
Your first impression of him hadn't been that far off.
Satoru was a pervert.
And none of your rehearsing, none of your practice could have prepared you for how it felt to be lifted up by the back of your thighs, for that fat head of his cock to snugly press against your entrance and sink in before you had time to blink.
Eyes closing just to feel the burning pressure of his thick length bullying it's way in, pushing past the first ring of resistance to claim the rest of your body as his.
"Can I tell you something?" He whispered in your ear, all hoarse and rough, right as he folded you further, his cock rubbing against your walls and making space for himself.
You tried to respond.
But the only thing that came out was a fuzzy moan, messy syllables slurred together as you felt your insides getting pushed around, shoved up, up, up until you thought there surely wasn't any room anymore. Yet, he just kept pushing in deeper, inch after inch until you started to wonder if he was about to reach your lungs at this rate.
"Been fucking my fist after every show thinkin' about you," he rambled, oblivious to your whines, or maybe just spurred on by them. "Thinking about how this would feel."
He groaned, all deep and gravelly, bottoming out and hitting your womb while he was at it, reflexively jolting just for him to chuckle, pulling you right back down to meet him. Keeping you pinned, his hands on your thighs and your back to his chest, completely connected.
"Y-you could've said something," you cried out, tears collecting in your lashes as the pleasure started to condense into a hard ball at your core, pinging around and demanding attention as he started rutting his hips up, pulling out and pushing in at a pace you couldn't believe he was keeping up.
The couch creaked louder, the frame of it smacking into the wall as his thrusts picked up, your brain freezing as his tongue abruptly dragged up your throat before he started to leave a trail of kisses in time with his thrusts.
"I didn't want to lose you," he admitted, and you wondered if he could feel the way you clamped down, squeezing hard at how raw he sounded.
"You're not going to."
Satoru snapped.
Acting more like a bunny in heat, although this Satoru Junior was much meaner than the sweet ball of fur in the corner.
Fucking into you fast and hard, one of his hands moving to sweep over the swollen bundle of nerves between your thighs, making quick work of stroking and soothing your need as if he could sense it himself. The friction of the fabric only heightened it, his gloved fingers catching over your clit with adoration and perfected pressure. Treating you like his new favorite trick, delicately tracing over it, practicing different patterns until he found the one that made you throw your head back, a strangled gasp stringing through the air as he repeated it again and again.
"Oh, that's it," he purred, putting on his professional bravado to disguise the way his voice quivered at that last word. "Give me a good finale."
You finished for him with a moan you hoped made him proud, squirming in his hold as he continued to finger and fuck you through it, mouth permanently parted as he kept your thighs apart enough you had to feel the force of him thrusting up to fill you with cum.
Warmth that lingered and leaked down your legs, his cock only stalling when the last drops dripped out, both of you frozen in that intimate position as you tried to blink and bring back at least an ounce of sensibility.
"Can we go again?" He muttered while you were still out-of-breath, another strained whimper leaving your lips as his teeth nipped at your neck.
"W-what?"
"I forgot to kiss you," he whined, and you could hear his pout, feel the way his lips pressed together on your shoulder. "You can make it one more round for me, right?"
His cock throbbed inside you, not going soft as he gave you a small kiss just above your collarbone.
"Please?"
"Depends," you murmured, tilting your head to the side so he had easier access to paint your neck with more affection pecks. "Are you my boss or my boyfriend?"
"I'll be anything you want me to be."
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ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃mdni: Your childhood best-friend confessed to you mid fucking.
Sanji x fem!Reader one shot smut.
Inspired by one of @Yaleaky_ arts on twt.
// cw: car sex, semi-pub sex, oral sex, breeding kink, praising kink, dirty talk, p in v
wc: 3.3k
× originally posted on ao3. ×
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The night was quiet as the world had secured themselves in their dreams, fulfilling desires that would never come true. The stars were twinkling as they whispered gossips in between constellations, creating a light of hope for the lost soul, and the moon shined bright to accompany the lonesomeness.
But it didn't make you feel any less lonely.
You were lying on the brown, leather couch lazily while watching the TV, feeling bored and tired after you had just finished submitting your work to your demanding, pain-in-the-ass boss.
Your boss's strict behaviour made you have a thought of resigning and find another job, but everytime you remembered the amount of the salary they pay you, you felt like you were the rope in a tug of war.
Plus, finding a job in this current world was difficult, so you decided to just stay and pray your leader would be the one resigning instead.
One of your hands was behind your head as a pillow, while the other was on your stomach, thumb caressing your own soft skin. The brightness from your TV screen was the only light that flashed your living room and you didn't care if it would affect your eyesight. You were too lazy to get up and switch on the lamp anyway.
As you were about to fall asleep, a buzz from your phone whirred beside you and you grabbed it to check the notification to see Sanji texted you;
"You're up?"
Sanji was your childhood friend and your neighbour who lived just a few blocks away from your house. The two of you used to frequently play together when you both were children after school, to the point your parents got close with his.
There were times where his parents would see you as his girlfriend and he wouldn't deny, so you would have to be the one to deny it for him. You never thought of developing any feelings for him as you solely saw him as a childhood, close friend.
You swiped your phone open and replied to him;
"Yeah, why?"
"I'm bored, wanna go for a ride?"
You looked at the time.
"It's 1 in the fucking morning blondie, go to sleep."
"Says the one who's literally replying to me right now."
"Cmon it's been a while since we went on a late night drive."
"Pretty please."
You wiped a hand over your face, groaning at his texts. But on a second thought, tomorrow would be your day off and you really needed something to get your mind away about work for a temporary moment.
"Fine."
"Great! I'll be there in 3, my sweet <3"
Too slack to change into a new outfit, you got up from the sofa and went to your room, grabbing a pink knitted cardigan. You were already on your sweatpants and beige coloured, laced camisole that has a tiny brown bow at the center of the chest.
It wasn't like you were going to a fancy place anyway, so you put on the cardigan, the cotton was soft and comforting as it hugged your skin. Perfect for a chilly night.
You brushed your hair and gave yourself one last look in the mirror before heading to the door to leave. Sanji had already arrived in front of your house porch, leaning against the car as he was waiting for you. He was wearing a black sweater with gray sweatpants, the sweater looked small on him somehow but at the same time loose.
When he saw you were walking towards him, he opened the car door for you with a happy smile on his face and you slid into the passenger seat.
"Thanks," you said, smiling back at him.
He got into the driver side and the car vibrated when he started the engine. "What do you wanna do?" he asked while putting the seatbelt on you and did the same for himself.
He would always do everything for you and you would let him because you knew no matter how much you insisted on doing something by yourself, he wouldn't let you. He was chivalrous ever since you knew him as a kid.
You looked at him with your hands playing with the seatbelt. "I don't know. We can do whatever you want, since you were the one who wanna go out. I just wanna put my mind off work for a while..." Your voice was soft when you answered. He pulled away from the curb and started driving with one hand on the steering, the other rested on his thigh.
"Anything I want huh?" You saw him smirk at your comment, "You're not working tomorrow?"
"No, tomorrow's my day off."
"Good to know, I think I know what we can do and where we can go."
After a while, he pulled up at a 24 hours convenient store. He pulled the handbrake and took off his seatbelt.
"You want anything?" asked Sanji, his hand was holding onto the door handle, waiting for your order. You were quiet for a moment as you were thinking.
"Get me some beers, and maybe cigarettes."
He smirked, "Right away, my lady."
"I'm not your lady!" you shouted lightly but he had already slammed the door shut and made his way to the store. He looked over to his shoulder and smiled at you out of tease. You glared at him.
Few minutes later, Sanji came back with a plastic bag in his hand and you took it from him, looking through to see there were some snacks, beers, a box of cigarettes and water.
"Why'd you get water for?" You stared at him, who was buckling his seatbelt and twisted the car key to revive the engine, then leaned into his seat, his head turned looking at you.
"Look who's driving, pretty. Unless you're willing to die with me, that would be such a romantic tragedy." He winked at you and you threw yourself back into the seat, rolling your eyes at him out of annoyance while smiling at the same time.
"Shut up and start driving please."
He chuckled at your response before chauffeuring.
It wasn't his first time flirting with you but somehow whenever he did, the butterflies would always find a way to fly around you.
The whole car ride was a comfortable silence, with your head rested against the window frame and your hand hung out the door, a bottle of beer dangling from your elegant fingers. You felt alive and in peace when the wind was blowing your hair, making you feel like you were a bird, flying nowhere, just living in freedom. You invariably wished you were reborn as one.
Sanji pulled into a gravel turnout that hung over the edge of the world. Below the cliff unraveled a canvas of sightseeing of sparkling city lights. However, nothing could compare with the stars above them, leading the skies that were living in the dark into a luminary path.
He killed the engine and took off his seatbelt, leaving only the quite wind of the overlook to speak.
"It's beautiful," you said as you removed the safe belt and hunched forward, admiring the view in awe.
"I know," responded Sanji, who only kept his eyes on you while leaning into the seat with both hands behind the headrest.
When you swivelled your head and eyed him up and down, you followed his position; reclining into the seat while holding the glass bottle on your lap.
"I always come here whenever I need to get something off my mind, that's why I brought you here." You heard him light a cigarette beside you when he spoke.
He passed it to you after taking a drag and you took it, your fingers slightly brushing his. "It's nice here, I love it," you murmured, inhaling a long bitter taste of the ciggie and blew the smoke outside the window. "God, I really needed this." You gulped down the yellow drink all in one shot, a trail of beer was running down your chin.
"Hey slow down, you're gonna choke." He grabbed the bottle from you, but it was already empty.
When he saw your chin wet from the beer, he pulled you gently by the throat and licked it off; his tongue swiped across your lips. He parted away, his hand still on your neck.
A vision of speechlessness fell over your face, but the heat between your legs spoke for you. The two of you locked eyes for a brief moment and your gaze went down to his lips. Swallowing a ball of nervousness, you brought the cigarette to your lips, taking a long drag before cupping his face and colliding your lips with his. The smoke passed through his mouth and he inhaled like you were his cigarette.
He entered his tongue inside to dive deeper and you welcomed him, tangling your tongues and exchanging tobacco-flavoured saliva. You moaned into him and he repaid you with his groans. You felt his other hand behind your waist, sliding inside your camisole to feel your skin forming a heat. You grasped hard at his blonde hair with one of your hands, pulling him closer as you demanded his soul to connect with yours.
Both of you pulled away, chests heaving to gather air inside the lungs suffocated from the sloppy makeout.
"Was this the thing you said you knew what we can do?" you breathed, your hands were around his neck while his were still on the same spot.
He chuckled lowly and took the cigarette from your fingers, inhaling the smoke.
"Not that I expected it, I just let my intrusive thought win," he said as he blew the bitter scent away from your face.
"That was hot though, do it again."
Your reply made him raise a brow.
"That's a new thing for me to hear."
"You're acting like we never fucked before." You scoffed.
The first time you slept with Sanji was on your 18th birthday, right after he celebrated it in your room by sneaking into your window in the middle of the night like a teenager we would see in a movie.
Let's just say it happened on "accident", because the two of you were playing pillow fight and he fell on top of you.
But after that day, you both were like friends with benefits, helping each other whenever one had to relieve their stress out. On the other hand, you knew he had feelings for you, because he kept wanting to say those three words every time he pumped his cock inside you, yet failed, scared it would ruin the friendship.
Sanji tossed the ciggie butt out the window before taking another bottle of beer from the backseat and popped it open. He tilted his head up, filling his mouth with the alcohol without swallowing, then he again, grabbed you by your neck, pulling you closer to his face.
You willingly opened your mouth, allowing him to spit the spit the beer inside; the liquid was warm against your tongue. You swallowed every single drop of it.
You didn't realize your panties were soaked until you started rubbing your thighs together, finding some release. He kissed you again and this time you climbed on top of him, not breaking your lips apart. He put the beer away in the cupholder while guiding you gently to sit on his lap.
His hands were trying to tug down your sweatpants but you helped him instead. It was a struggle since you were in a small space, but you still managed to take them off and threw it on the passenger seat.
You were bottomless now, your pussy dripping with lube that was made naturally from your body. Sanji slid his middle and ring finger up and down across your vulva, causing you to let out a soft moan.
"Fucking hell you're dripping, baby." He teased your entrance one last time before inserting both of the fingers inside your walls, curling and thrusting at a slow pace.
You held him by his broad shoulders when he attacked your neck with his mouth, creating lovebites all over and you couldn't help but moan louder.
Luckily there wasn't anyone around but you couldn't care less even if there were, because all you wanted was the pleasure that helped you to get the heavy stress away from your head.
He tugged the strings of your camisole down to your elbows and pulled the cotton below your chest to expose your breasts. He licked one of your hard nipples then sucked harshly; he did the same to the other, leaving your boobs with red marks from his tongue work.
Sanji increased the speed of his hand, rolling his digits inside of you with his palm firmly pressed to your clit. You took the opportunity to grind onto his hand.
"Sanji— ahh! Baby, please—" You could feel your stomach forming a tight knot, signalling that you were reaching your orgasm, your walls clenching around his fingers. You cupped his jaw with both of your hands, kissing him while whimpering into his mouth.
You pulled away and locked eyes with him, he brushed your hair away from your face and caressed your cheek. "Cum on my fingers, sweetheart, cmon princess you're doing so good for me." His praise made you roll your eyes immediately as you came all over his hand.
He knew you liked to get praised after all the time the two of you had been sleeping together and he was a pro with it. He knew just which kind of words to light a fire under you.
Sanji thrusted his fingers a few more to let you ride out your high, prior to pulling out from your desperate cunt. His fingers and palm that were coated with your fluids were brought up to his lips as he sucked them clean, tasting your sweet juice.
"Good girl princess, you did such a great job..." he rumbled and kissed your swollen lips like it was a reward for you.
Your body limped onto his when you tried to stabilize your breathing and he gently caressed your head, helping you soothe. When he moved to grab the same beer from the cupholder earlier, you pulled away from his body, letting him to shift easily, your palms propped to his chest. He motioned the bottle to your lips and you opened, enabling him to pour the beer into your mouth.
"God that was hot as fuck." You chortled.
"Yeah? We're not done yet, I want you to blow me."
"Alright, get to the backseat. It's more spacious than doing it here."
The two of you settled yourselves in the back side; Sanji was sat in the middle seat and you were kneeled on the floorboard in between his legs with his big, hard cock sprung out. His pink, plump tip was dripping with precum and you teased him by licking little by little, causing his body to shudder. He lit up a cigarette to his lips before gripping your hair harshly and pushing your head all the way down to his balls, a choking sound escaped from you.
"Keep teasing me and I won't let you breathe," he said as he blew a cloud of smoke. You slapped his thigh rapidly, a voiceless way to tell him to spare you.
He pulled your head off from his drenched cock, tears were rolling down your face while you gasped for air. "Gonna keep teasing me?" He looked at you with narrowed eyes and you shook your head sharply.
"Good girl." He patted your head and suddenly you were in heat again.
He was too perfect in turning you on, you couldn't deny that. No one could be as good as him.
You wrapped one hand around the base of his cock, giving a few pump while sucking the tip. He groaned loudly, his hips motioning forward, desperate to feel your mouth covering his shaft.
You finally replaced your hand with your lips, taking him all in with your head bobbing up and down. One of your hands were squeezing his balls, which made him to become a moan mess.
"Good god... You're such a good girl taking all of me— princess." The sound he made was a music to your ears, causing your needy cunt to ooze. You drew away from his member as you were out of breath, giving a pause.
His gaze shifted to look at your craving face; your chin was drooling with a mix of his precum and your saliva. He plucked the ciggie from his lips and gestured the cherry side to you.
"Take a puff?" he asked and you took a long drag from the ciggie that was sitting in between his forefinger and middle finger, huffing out a smoke before going back to blow him.
Sanji grabbed a fistful of your hair and began to increase the pace aggresively, using you like a sex toy, it caused you to gag and suffocate from his big cock; allowing his orgasm to build faster.
"Oh god... you feel so go— mghmm you feel so good baby." He bobbed your head a few more times and pulled you away, right before he was about to cum.
You were a mess; hair tangled, chin drooling, eyes flamed with lust and body covered in sweat. He was breathing hard, at the same time he was also admiring you with a mischievous smile, feeling proud at his own art. He stubbed the ciggie and bent forward to lick your jaw, tasting the mixed fluids, then plant a kiss on your forehead.
"Get on top, I wanna cum inside you," he whispered, his tone was raspy and hot.
You obeyed and crawled on top of him, wrapping your hands around his neck for support while he grabbed your waist to conduct you. You aligned his cock with one hand to your entrance and sank down to his length. You sucked a breath in at the contact of his tip sliding inside your walls, showing no mercy as he pushed your waist down, making you take all of him.
Your velvet walls stretched around him tightly, causing him to groan out of pleasure. "That's it princess, you're doing so well, so good, I'm gonna breed you like you deserve it," he breathed, holding both of your ass cheeks when you started bouncing on him.
He was long deep, it reached your cervix. Your moans became louder and louder each time his tip stabbed your g-spot. The car was rocking as your movement was fast and hard, feeling the ecstasy rushing inside your body.
"Aa— aah! Sanji! Fuck you're so big— mhmm..." The two of you were a wreck of bliss as all kinds of pleasurable sounds were made from the sex. You framed his jaw, enmeshing glances for a quick moment before crashing his lips with yours hungrily— tongues tangled, salivas dripping and moans trading.
His stiff cock twitched inside you and his moans were getting hitched, that was how you knew he was close to cumming, and you too, when a second knot was crafting in your belly and your walls contracting every trail of his veins. He moved his hands, cupping your face to hold gazes with yours.
"Baby— fuck it I love you, please be— mghm— be mine, please princess— oh fuck!" The two of you were star-struck as you came together, his thick and hot liquid splurted all over your soft walls, painting it white.
He thrusted inside you slowly to ride out your highs before pulling it out, you hissed when his tip slid off from your pussy; your hole dripping with his cum.
Your body slumped onto his heaving chest, trying to steady your breath. His hands were caressing your back as he mellowed you to make you feel comfortable. After you were able to breathe smoothly, you retreated yourself to look at him, who was already looking at you with a soft smile.
"Did you mean what you said earlier?" you asked, your hands resting on his torso.
"I did, I'm sorry... I just couldn't keep it any longer."
"What a dumb blondie."
You giggled and pinched his nose before pulling him close to kiss him again.
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CHOSO KAMO ⸝⸝ 7.3k ⸝⸝ summary: when his regular gym closes down, choso is forced to use the crowded university facility—a frustrating change of routine that vanishes the moment he lays eyes on you. for a month, he plays the part of the quiet, deeply respectful art student who spots you during late-night workouts, quietly hiding a consuming infatuation behind his oversized hoodies.
contents heavy smut (18+ mdni) fem!reader college au art major!choso and reader silent pining perv cho soft dom size difference cho has tattoos and piercing scent kink/fixation solo play shower sex oral (fem receiving) body worship and praise multiple orgasms overstimulation sweet aftercare (lmk if i missed any!)
a/n: i've had this idea for a long timeeee, after so many weeks it's finally done hehe (and goodness it took 99% of my brainpower). choso + dualities make me absolutely FERAL—my head got so dizzy after writing this piece i need to take a step back and calm myself down
choso hated the university gym with a passion that bordered on holy. if he wanted to be perceived by thirty different guys named brad whose entire personalities revolved around creatine, shattered glass pre-workout, and casual misogyny, he would have joined a fraternity.
instead, he willingly paid forty dollars a month out of his miserable student earnings just to lift in a damp, dimly lit basement three miles off campus. there, nobody looked at him, nobody spoke to him, and nobody cared that his black nail polish was chipped or that his hair was tied back into two messy, ridiculous space buns.
it was his sanctuary. it kept the anxious, hyper-fixated noise in his brain at a manageable volume.
but on a miserable tuesday afternoon, the universe decided to test him. a laminated sign taped to the front door of his beloved off-campus haven delivered the devastating blow: closed for the next seven days for emergency plumbing maintenance and floor remodeling.
choso had stood in the rain, staring at the paper, feeling a slow, icy panic creep up his spine. a whole week without lifting? absolutely not. his mind would eat itself alive. desperate times called for desperate, humiliating measures. he was going to have to use his student id card and step foot into the university's recreation center.
he didn't just walk in blindly, though. choso treated the dilemma like a tactical covert operation. he spent the next few days calculating the exact peak hours of the campus social scene, charting the behavior of the obnoxious herds he so desperately wished to avoid.
friday night, he realized. 11:30 pm.
by that hour on a friday, the entire campus greek life was guaranteed to be blacked out at off-campus house parties, suffocating in a haze of cheap beer, or lining up outside bars downtown. the gym closed at 1:00 am. it was a golden, ninety-minute window of safety.
when friday night finally rolled around, the campus was damp and quiet. choso walked toward the massive, glowing glass building of the university gym, his heart beating a little too fast against his ribs. he felt exposed, even wrapped in his usual armor—a thick, completely shapeless black oversized hoodie with the strings pulled tight, and a baggy cargo sweatpants that dragged slightly against the pavement.
he approached the front desk, his jaw set, and swiped his student id at the turnstile. he braced himself for the worst, fully expecting the smell of axe body spray and the echoing shouts of gym bros to hit him the moment he rounded the corner.
instead, when he stepped onto the main gym floor, he was met with a ghost town.
the harsh fluorescent lights hummed quietly in the silence. the long rows of treadmills sat dark and stationary. the heavy iron weights were all neatly stacked in their racks, undisturbed. aside from a lone student employee half-asleep behind the towel counter on the far side of the building, choso was entirely alone.
a wave of pure, intoxicating relief washed over him. he had been right. the frat guys were gone, busy poisoning their livers elsewhere.
allowing his shoulders to finally drop, choso walked over to a secluded corner in the free-weight section, far away from the main mirrors. he pulled his heavy, noise-canceling headphones over his ears, drowning out the ambient hum of the facility with the familiar, aggressive comfort of his favorite post-hardcore playlist. he yanked his hoodie hood up over his hair, completely shutting out the rest of the world.
for the first time all week, choso relaxed. he grabbed a set of dumbbells to start his warm-up—completely, blissfully unaware that this was the very last night his gym sessions would ever be peaceful.
by midnight, choso was completely in his element. the heavy, screaming vocals blasting through his headphones blocked out everything else, creating a private wall of sound that matched the slow, deliberate burn in his muscles. he had moved over to the flat bench, adjusting his posture and gripping a pair of heavy dumbbells. his gaze was locked entirely on the speckled rubber flooring between his shoes, his mind blank, focused only on the rhythm of his breathing.
he leaned back, kicking the weights up to his chest, and began his set. one, two, three. he was halfway through his fifth repetition when a sudden, unexpected shadow fell over him. choso barely had time to process the shift in lighting before a light, tentative touch tapped him right on the shoulder.
the physical contact startled him so badly that his core completely unlocked. his grip faltered, his left wrist buckling inward as the heavy iron dumbbell threatened to slip from his hand. a sharp spike of adrenaline shot through his veins, and he practically fumbled the weights, dropping them onto the floor with a loud, echoing thud that rattled through the empty room.
"oh my god, i'm so sorry! are you okay?"
choso scrambled into a sitting position, his heart hammering violently against his ribs. his pale face flushed with an instant, burning embarrassment as he hastily yanked his headphones down around his neck—the muffled, angry music now tiny and weak in the open air. he wiped a hand across his forehead, preparing his best, most intimidating scowl to ward off whoever had just ruined his peace.
but the words died in his throat the moment he looked up. standing right in front of him was you.
you were holding a small gym towel, your skin warm and glowing with a thin sheen of sweat from your own workout. you looked genuinely worried, your eyes wide as you looked at him, adjusting the strap of your tank top.
"i really didn't mean to scare you," you said, your voice soft and breathless, a contrast to the aggressive screaming that had just been filling his ears. "i just wanted to ask if you were using the forty-pound weights next to your bench?"
choso stared at you, his throat suddenly feeling as dry as sandpaper. his dark eyes took in the messy way your hair was tied up, the slight rise and fall of your chest, and the polite, apologetic curve of your lips. his brain, usually so loud and overanalytical, completely went blank. he forgot how to speak, he forgot how to breathe.
"n-no," he stammered out, his voice a low, raspy gravel that he quickly tried to clear. he cleared his throat, pulling his hood down a fraction lower to hide the crimson creeping up his neck. "i'm not using them. all yours."
you offered him a small, relieved smile that made his chest feel dangerously tight. "awesome, thank you so much. sorry again for the jump scare."
you leaned down, effortlessly grabbing the weights, and walked back over to an adjustable bench just a few yards away. choso sat frozen on his bench, watching your back as you walked away. his heart was still racing, but it wasn't from the adrenaline anymore.
he pulled his headphones back over his ears, but he didn't restart his music. instead, he just sat there in the silence of his own head, his eyes locked onto the floor as a single, terrifying thought bloomed in his mind: he was never going back to his old gym.
choso was a creature of habit, but habits could be easily rewritten when the incentive was high enough.
the following tuesday, his off-campus sanctuary sent out another automated email announcing that the renovations were finished ahead of schedule and the doors were officially reopened. choso didn't even look twice at the notification. he deleted it, swiped his screen shut, and stared at his ceiling, counting down the agonizing number of hours left until friday night.
he was completely, utterly gone for you.
during the week, choso reverted to his normal ghost-like state on campus. he moved through the fine arts building like a shadow, buried in the depths of his oversized, frayed black hoodie and wide-leg cargos, his fingers permanently stained with charcoal and oil paint. his long bangs fell into his eyes, a perfect shield from the rest of the student body. he didn't want to be seen by anyone.
except you.
when friday finally arrived, choso was a ball of nervous, vibrating energy. by 11:30 pm, he was swiping his student id at the turnstile, his heart doing a ridiculous, heavy flip the moment he stepped into the free-weight section.
and thank god, there you were.
for the next three weeks, this became your unspoken, late-night ritual. the gym was always a dead silent ghost town, save for the rhythmic hum of the ventilation and the occasional clink of iron. you had your routine on your side of the floor, and choso had his on his side. you would exchange a small, polite nod of acknowledgement whenever he walked in—a tiny gesture that secretly made choso's entire week—but otherwise, you left each other alone.
at least, physically.
internally, choso's mind was a dangerous, hyper-fixated place.
he pretended to be entirely absorbed in his own workouts. he would sit on the bench with his headphones on, staring blankly ahead like a stoic, brooding statue. but behind the dark fringe of his hair, his eyes were locked onto you.
as an art student, choso was trained to study form, anatomy, and lighting—but with you, it felt like an agonizing form of torture. he analyzed the way your muscles shifted and flexed under your skin when you lifted, the tight strain of your thighs and glutes when you did squats, and the delicate, sharp line of your collarbones. his brain automatically translated the view into a series of raw, unedited figure drawings, tracking the trail of sweat as it rolled down the side of your neck, soaking into the collar of your sports bra.
a heavy, dark ache would pull tight in his lower stomach every single time you let out a low, breathy pant after a heavy set. his body tried to betray him, threatening to grow hard right there on the gym floor.
but choso forced it down.
every time his thoughts started to cross the line into something genuinely filthy, he would fiercely bite the inside of his cheek until he tasted copper, forcing his gaze back down to the rubber flooring. he felt an intense, protective wave of guilt whenever his mind wandered too far. don't do that, he would tell himself, his chest tight. she's just trying to work out. don't be disgusting. don't disrespect her.
when he returned to his dark dorm room at 1:00 am, throbbing and completely overwhelmed by the scent of your perfume and sweat that seemed to linger in his nose, he didn't touch himself. he would lock the bathroom door, strip out of his clothes, and force himself into a freezing cold shower. he would lean his forehead against the damp tiles, his fists clenched as the ice-cold water sprayed over his burning skin, ruthlessly killing the desperate ache between his thighs that threatened to drive him mad.
he told himself he could control it. he told himself he could keep you on a pedestal, purely as a beautiful, distant muse.
he had no idea that his fragile self-control was about to completely shatter.
by week four, choso's luck finally pushed him over the edge.
it was a quarter past midnight. choso was finishing up a set of lat pulldowns, his hood down for once because the gym felt unusually warm. he was breathing a bit heavily, wiping his neck with a towel, when he felt that familiar, intoxicating shift in the air.
a shadow fell over him, followed by a light tap on his shoulder
choso turned around, his chest fluttering immediately. "hey," he said, his voice dropping into that low, quiet rumble he only used when speaking to you.
"hey," you smiled, looking a little out of breath yourself. you bit your lip slightly, pointing a thumb over your shoulder toward the bench press station. "sorry to bother you, but i'm trying to hit a new personal record on my final set, and i really don't want to crush my windpipe. do you mind giving me a quick spot?"
choso's brain stuttered. a spot. after three weeks of forcing himself to stay away, to keep his hands to himself, you were asking him to stand directly over you.
"yeah—yeah, of course," he managed to say, standing up quickly before his brain could talk him out of it.
he followed you over to the bench. you lay down, settling your shoulders against the black leather, while choso stepped up to the head of the bench, planting his feet firmly apart on either side of the metal frame. from this angle, looking down, his view of you was devastating. your chest was rising and falling, your eyes locked up at him, trusting him completely.
"just help me lift it off the rack on three, okay?" you murmured, reaching up to grip the barbell.
together, you guided the heavy bar off the pegs. you took the weight, pausing for a second before lowering it slowly to your chest. choso hovered his hands right beneath the bar, his fingers curled, completely focused.
but as you pushed the weight back up, your muscles straining—a low, guttural groan escaped your throat.
the sound hit choso like a physical blow, fracturing the wall of restraint he had spent three weeks building. combined with the view of your arched back, the heat radiating from your skin, and your absolute vulnerability beneath him, his body bypassed his brain entirely. all that suppressed, backed-up desire rushed straight to his crotch in a hot, violent wave.
within seconds, choso developed a massive, raging boner that pushed hard against the fabric of his baggy grey sweatpants.
oh, fuck, choso panicked internally, his eyes widening—because he was standing right above your face. the prominent, thick ridge in his pants was dangerously close to your line of sight. three weeks of cold showers vanished in an instant. he immediately hitched his hips backward, awkwardly arching his spine away from the bench to create distance, his heart hammering against his ribs in sheer terror that you would see how pathetic he was for you.
you pushed through the final rep with a sharp exhale, and choso quickly gripped the bar, helping you slam it safely back onto the rack.
"oh my god, thank you," you panted, sitting up immediately and rubbing your arms. you laughed a little, looking up at him with a bright, grateful smile. "i definitely would have died on that last one without you."
choso kept his hands casually draped over his crotch area, shuffling half a step back into the shadows, his entire body trembling from the effort of holding his composure. "you did fine. great form."
you didn't stand up right away. instead, you tilted your head, studying his face. "you know… i've been meaning to ask. you look really familiar. do you have classes in the fine arts building? on the studio floor?"
choso's heart did a violent stutter. "uh, yeah—i do, i'm a printmaking and painting major."
"i knew it!" you said, your eyes lighting up. "i'm a year below you in the sculpture program, but i see you in the halls all the time. you're always tucked away in the back corner of the studios, wearing those huge hoodies with the strings pulled tight. it's funny seeing you here without charcoal all over your face."
choso felt a burning blush crawl up his cheeks, all the way to the tips of his ears. you noticed him. you knew who he was outside of this empty gym. you shared the same late-night, messy, creative world.
"yeah," he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck, his knuckles still strategically shielding his front. "i, uh… i like it quiet. both in the studio and here."
you smiled, stepping just a fraction closer as you casually offered your name, introducing yourself properly for the first time since you'd started sharing the floor. choso's entire body went completely rigid at the sound of it. your name felt heavy in the air between you—a beautiful, sharp reality replacing the nameless fantasy he'd been harboring for weeks. "choso," he managed to choke out in return, his voice thick as he gave you his own name. "nice to meet you."
"nice to meet you too, choso." you murmured, your voice dropping into something a little softer, a little more intimate as you looked up at him through your lashes. you took a slow step backwards, your eyes lingering on him for one final, devastating second before you turned to gather your things. "you know, i usually hate late-night workouts… but knowing you're always there? that's why fridays are my favorite."
choso felt the air leave his lungs. he couldn't tell if he was genuinely imagining things now—if his own pathetic, desperate fantasies were finally bleeding into reality and making him hear things that weren't there. but the soft, knowing look in your eyes felt entirely too real.
choso barely remembered how he walked back to his side of the gym after that. his self-control wasn't just broken; it was completely demolished, his mind spinning in a chaotic loop over your parting words. had you meant it? or was he finally losing his fucking mind?
the moment he stepped inside his dark room, there was no cold shower. he didn't even make it past the entryway. choso slammed the door shut, locked it with a frantic click, and shoved his grey sweatpants and boxers down to his knees right there against the wood.
his cock snapped free, completely upright, throbbing violently and weeping thick, heavy drops of pre-cum from the sheer agony of the twenty-minute walk back. he let out a low, ragged sob into the empty room, his hand wrapping around his length in a brutal, iron-tight grip. he squeezed hard, a sharp whine tearing from his throat as his hips jerked forward, instantly smearing his own slick up and down his shaft.
he closed his eyes, and the darkness behind his eyelids immediately filled with you.
because he was an artist, his memory was devastatingly vivid. he didn't just fantasize; he reconstructed you. he pictured the exact way your lower lip looked trapped between your teeth when you were straining under the barbell. he pictured the heavy, glistening sheen of sweat coating the delicate dip of your collarbones, the way your sports bra squeezed your chest, and the tight, mouth-watering curve of your thighs arched on that leather bench.
but what truly made his blood boil, what made his thick cock throb with a vicious, demanding ache against his palm, was the sudden intoxicating realization of your size difference. standing right over your face on that bench, he had felt so devastatingly big.
his artist's eye automatically compared the two of you—his broad, heavy-boned frame, his wide shoulders, and his massive, blunt hands against the softer, giving curves of your body. he imagined how effortlessly he could engulf you. he pictured your body pinned completely beneath his dense, imposing weight, swallowed whole by his shadow. the sheer contrast of it—how he could completely overwhelmed you with his height and mass, forcing you to look up at him while he held you down—made a low, feral sound rip from the back of his throat.
"fuck," he whined, his pace turning fast and punishing. his knuckles, still stained with a faint trace of charcoal from his afternoon studio class, rubbed friction against his burning skin.
he squeezed his eyes shut tighter, desperately chasing the auditory memory of your workout. he wanted your sounds. he was completely, helplessly addicted to them. that low, guttural, breathy groan you had let out right beneath him—he replayed it over and over in his head, matching the rhythm of his fist to the memory of your breath. he imagined what it would feel like to force those exact noises out of you himself. he wanted to push himself so deep inside you that you'd make those heavy, strained sounds against his ear, over and over until you were entirely spent.
his mind took a darker, filthier turn as the friction started to blur his thoughts. he looked down at his own hand, but in the fever-dream of his arousal, he imagined it was your hand. he imagined you gripping him, your small, soft palm slick with his pre-cum, looking up at him from the floor with those wide, trusting eyes while you made him stroke himself.
and then, the smell hit him.
the faint, intoxicating ghost of your scent had transferred onto his hands when he adjusted the barbell, or maybe when your shoulders had lightly brushed. it was a heady mix of clean vanilla perfume and raw, warm skin-musk. choso's breath hitched. completely unhinged, he brought his free hand up to his face, pressing his knuckles hard against his mouth and nose. he took a deep, shuddering inhale, practically drinking the scent off his skin.
god, he was an absolute freak. a disgusting pathetic pervert. if he could have stolen your damp, sweat-soaked gym clothes right out of your locker just to bury his face in them and inhale you until he suffocated, he would have done it in a heartbeat. he wanted to track the scent of your sweat with his tongue, licking it off the curve of your neck, tasting how salty and warm you were.
but more than anything, his mind was utterly enslaved to the memory of your introduction. having your actual name in his possession was a dangerous, lethal upgrade to his madness. it wasn't just a fantasy anymore; you had a name. and it tasted like absolute sin on his tongue.
he started chanting it into the quiet darkness of his room. he whispered your name against his trembling knuckles, his voice a low, ruined prayer that matched the frantic, bruising rhythm of his hand. every time your name left his lips, a fresh surge of hot pre-cum leaked from his tip, his body physically reacting to mere syllables of your identity as if you were casting a spell over him. he repeated it over and over, faster and louder, turning your name into a dirty, desperate plea.
"ah—shit… please…"
the vocalization of your name snapped the last thread of his sanity. choso's movements became completely frantic, his hips slamming blindly against the door as he stroked himself with an unforgiving, desperate speed. his toes curled into the carpet, his entire body trembling as the pressure behind his hips reached a breaking point.
he imagined you standing right there in the dark, your hands guiding his hips, whispering that fridays were your favorite, too.
with a choked, breathless gasp, choso's knees completely buckled. he threw his head back against the door with a dull thud as his body spasmed, blowing a thick, hot, messy white flood all over his charcoal-stained fingers and the floor. he whimpered, his chest heaving violently in the quiet room, his leaking cock still twitching weakly in his hand as the heavy waves of pleasure wrecked him.
he slid down until his thighs hit the floor, completely covered in his own mess, very aware that he was entirely, hopelessly enslaved to you.
the next two weeks were a slow, agonizing descent into madness for choso.
ever since the night he had broken his restraint in his dorm, his mind was entirely corrupted. his sketchbooks were no longer filled with abstract layouts or still-lifes; instead, the pages were cluttered with charcoal studies of the human form—the curve of a waist, the flex of a thigh, the precise angle of a neck arched back in a phantom groan. he was losing his grip, completely consumed by the ghost of your vanilla scent and the memory of your voice.
he still played the part of the quiet, stoic classmate during your friday sessions, but the air between you had shifted. it was thicker now. every time your eyes met across the empty gym floor, choso's stomach would coil with a dark, expectant heat.
which brought him to this particular friday.
choso had run out of clean laundry—or perhaps, deep down in the desperate, pathetic corners of his soul, he was simply tired of hiding behind his armor. he dug through the very bottom of his dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of light grey sweatpants and a tight, black, long-sleeved compression shirt.
when he walked into the university gym at 11:30 pm, he didn't have his oversized hoodie to protect him. he was completely bare.
you were already there, finishing up a warm-up stretch near the free weights, when the turnstile clicked. you turned your head casually to nod hello, but the moment your eyes landed on him, you froze completely.
without the baggy fabric of his hoodies, choso's true physical form was devastating. his shoulders were incredibly broad, tapering down into a surprisingly narrow waist, and the thin, elastic material of the black compression shirt clung to the heavy, carved planes of his chest like a second skin. the fabric stretched tight over his thick biceps and long arms, mapping out every cord of muscle.
and those grey sweatpants were doing him absolutely no favors. the soft, light cotton left nothing to the imagination, casting a prominent, heavy shadow right down the front of his thighs that made it very obvious how much weight he carried between them.
choso felt your gaze like a physical brand on his skin. he watched your eyes dilate, your jaw going slightly slack as you traced his silhouette before quickly looking down at the floor—a violent, sudden rush of heat flooding your cheeks. the shy, swallowed-up emo boy you thought you knew was actually fucking jacked.
for the first time, choso felt a sudden, dark thrill pierce through his veins. you weren't just casually looking anymore. you were staring. you were flustered. the power dynamic had just completely shattered.
"hey," you said as he walked over, your voice sounding a little tighter, a little more breathless than usual.
"hey," he mumbled, adjusting his grip on a set of heavy dumbbells.
for the next forty minutes, the gym was a total disaster zone for your focus. you kept fumbling your sets, your eyes helplessly glued to the way his broad back flexed under that black fabric. choso noticed every single glance, his heart hammering against his ribs, his body humming with a dangerous, quiet confidence he didn't know he possessed.
finally, as the clock crept toward 12:45 am, choso moved over to the deadlift platform to finish his workout. he was loading heavy iron plates onto the barbell, his chest heaving slightly, when you slowly walked over. your gym towel was clutched tightly in your hands, your knuckles white.
"um, choso?" you murmured, looking up at him through your lashes.
he paused, wiping a bead of sweat from his temple, his dark eyes locked onto yours. "yeah?"
"i… i was thinking," you began, your eyes momentarily darting down to his chest before snapping back to his face. "you've been helping me out for weeks. you always spot me, and you're always so nice about it… i kind of feel bad that it's only been you helping me. do you… do you need a spot on these? or do you want me to help you stretch out afterward? you look really tense."
choso's breath hitched, the heavy weight in his sweatpants twitching violently at the offer. help him stretch. the mental image of your hands pressing against his thick thighs, guiding his legs, or leaning over his back made his head spin. he looked down at you, acutely aware of how his looming height entirely shadowed you under the gym lights.
he looked around the gym. it was empty. the digital clock was ticking down to closing time, and the air between you was practically vibrating with unsaid desires.
"yeah," choso whispered, his voice dropping into that low, gravelly register that made your core throb. he leaned down slightly, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made it feel like he was branding you right then and there. "i'm almost done. i could use your help."
your chest heaved as you nodded, unable to find your voice under the heavy weight of his gaze. you turned together, falling into step right beside his massive frame. the transition from the open weight floor to the stretching mats in the far corner felt like stepping directly into an active furnace.
you had laid out a heavy foam mat in the dim, amber shadow of the room, offering to guide choso through a cool-down stretch since his shoulders looked so tightly coiled. but the moment you stepped close, the physical reality of his frame hit you like a wall of heat. when you pressed your palms against the dense, burning expanse of his back, your breath caught. under the smooth, slick fabric of his black compression shirt, his muscles felt like carved, unyielding stone. he shattered your rhythm the second your skin met his, letting out a low, ragged exhale as his broad chest heaved under your hands.
when you stepped around to his front to help guide an overhead arm stretch, your bodies brushed. the sheer, towering height of his looming frame completely eclipsed you under the dim emergency lights. you looked up, your pupils wide and completely dilated, only to find choso staring down at you. his dark eyes were pitch-black, his irises swallowed up by a gaze so raw, intense, and heavily possessive that it made your core violently throb with a sudden, weeping ache.
he didn't wait for a verbal answer. his large hand slid down to wrap firmly around your wrist, guiding you away from the clanking iron of the lifting racks.
the restraint he had spent a month building was officially gone.
with a single, unyielding tug, choso hoisted you up and herded you backward through the heavy, double doors of the communal locker room. the thick door clicked shut behind you with a definitive, echoing thud, sealing the two of you into absolute isolation. the air inside was already thick and humid, heavy with the rising, damp steam from the automatic ventilation hooked to the shower stalls in the back.
he didn't waste a single second. choso pressed his massive body forward, driving you back into the narrow aisle until your spine met the cold, hard metal of the lockers. before you could even utter a word, his restraint completely snapped.
choso buried his face directly into the crook of your neck, letting out a deep, shuddering, almost violent inhale. his nose dragged roughly against your hot skin as he practically drank your scent in, entirely feral for it. his mind flashed back to the quiet agony of his lonely dorm room, to the pathetic weeks he had spent sticky and shaking in his sheets, imagining this exact smell. but this was real. he sniffed you deeply, trailing his nose up the sensitive line of your throat, completely intoxicating himself with the heady, sweet mix of your vanilla perfume and the raw, warm musk of your workout sweat.
"god, you smell so good," he groaned against your skin, his voice breaking with a desperate, ragged edge.
his large hands came up to frame your face, his calloused palms tilting your head back as he slammed his mouth down onto yours. it was a messy, ravenous, completely drunk make-out. choso was entirely intoxicated by your lips, his tongue sliding deep into your mouth, tasting you with a desperate hunger that made your knees go weak. he kissed you over and over, his lips bruising yours, sucking on your lower lip until you were both gasping for air, the wet, sloppy sounds of his mouth completely filling the quiet locker room.
he dropped heavily to his knees on the tiled floor, his hands instantly reaching up to grab the hem of his black compression shirt. with one swift, fluid motion, he pulled the tight fabric over his head and discarded it carelessly.
your breath left you entirely, your eyes widening in absolute awe. without the shirt, choso was a towering, breathtaking canvas of raw, imposing anatomy. his smooth skin was covered in dark, heavy ink—intricate, black surrealist tattoos wrapped completely around the thick meat of his forearms, climbing up his bulging biceps, and tracing the hard, carved cuts of his chest and obliques. he was built like a god, a terrifyingly large giant, yet as he looked up at you, his eyes were wide and full of a shaking, reverent vulnerability.
with steady, trembling fingers, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of your gym shorts and undergarments, stripping them down to your sneakers. his brain completely shut off the moment your naked body was exposed to him. he stared, his jaw slack, his chest heaving as his eyes mapped out every single inch of you.
"you're… you're really here," he rasped, a look of pure, euphoric disbelief washing over his features. "i'm not dreaming. you're actually letting me touch you."
he effortlessly parted your thighs, his large hands gripping the back of your knees to pull your legs up, pinning them wide over his broad, tatted shoulders. choso didn't care about being neat; he was hungry and completely desperate.
before even touching his tongue to your center, he buried his face in the soft meat of your inner thighs, trailing heavy, wet, open-mouthed kisses along your skin. he dragged his nose roughly against your folds, inhaling deeply with a sharp, ragged gasp that shook his entire frame, completely unhinged by your scent and warmth.
when he finally slid his tongue straight up your soaked folds, the heavy, silver barbell piercing split right through the middle of his tongue hit you completely unaware. you’d been so entirely consumed by the bruising, desperate heat of his mouth against yours earlier—so utterly drowned in the taste of him and the dizzying rush of his hands on your skin—that you hadn't even registered the faint, metallic slide of it against your own tongue.
you hadn't expected it at all—the sudden, piercing contrast of that cold, hard metal bar sliding right over your swollen, sensitive clit sent a violent, shattering jolt of electricity straight down your spine. your back arched completely off the lockers, a loud, broken gasp tearing from your throat.
it was a lethal sensory overload. choso drank in your reaction, using the metal to rub and vibrate against you in wild, heavy strokes that smeared your wetness all over his chin and lips. your hands flew blindly to his head, your fingers tangling desperately into the messy, damp strands of his hair to pull him even closer, pinning his face against your cunt.
you were already so worked up from a month of tension that it didn't take long at all; under the ruthless, heavy friction of his pierced tongue, your body tightened instantly. a devastating, screaming orgasm crashed over you within seconds, your thighs trembling violently against his neck. choso groaned into your pussy, sucking you softly through your release and swallowing every single drop of you, completely euphoric that his darkest, loneliest fantasies were finally coming true.
he slowly stood up, panting heavily, his chin glistening with your slick. without a word, he stripped out of his grey sweatpants. when his length snapped free, your breath gasped out. he was terrifyingly huge—thick, heavy, and weeping dark drops of pre-cum. your eyes widened, a sudden spike of nerves hitting your chest at the sheer structural size difference.
sensing your fear, choso's expression softened instantly. he lifted you effortlessly, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist as he herded your trembling body into the communal shower stalls. he snapped the metal handle, and a steady stream of warm water beat down on his tatted back.
choso braced your back gently against the wet tiles, lifting one of your legs and pinning it securely against the thick meat of his hip to open you up completely. before pushing in, he paused, his breath hitching as he dragged the head of his cock directly over your weeping entrance. he rolled his hips in a slow, agonizing circle, running his slick tip up and down the length of your soaking center, teasing the sensitive skin until your hips automatically buckled against him, begging for the friction.
"i'll be gentle, promise," he murmured softly against your lips, his voice a soothing, quiet contrast to his heavy size. "just tell me if it's too much—i've thought about this every night... i don't want to hurt you."
he pushed forward slowly, an inch at a time, and the tight, agonizingly perfect stretch made you sob out loud, your forehead burying into his neck. he was too big, filling you so deeply that it felt like he was bottoming out against your very soul. you could feel every ridge of him stretching your walls to their absolute limit. choso let out a low, gravelly groan, his entire body shaking as he stopped, completely motionless, letting you adjust.
"you're okay," he whispered softly into your ear, his large hands coming down to heavily grope and worship your body. he squeezed your hips, his tatted fingers digging into your skin, before sliding up to cup your breasts, his thumbs rubbing your nipples through the running water. "shit, look at you... you're taking me so well. so perfect for me."
he began to pull back, almost all the way out, before plunging back in with a slow, devastatingly heavy weight. he hammered into you with a desperate but careful pace, his hips pressing firmly against yours. he didn't just push; he worshipped you with every stroke, tracing his lips along your jawline, biting softly at the pulse point on your neck whenever a particularly deep plunge made you cry out his name.
"fuuuckk, that's it," he murmured, his voice cracking with pure emotion as your walls clamped desperately around his length. "say my name again, baby—let me hear you."
"mnghh—choso... choso," you sobbed, completely unraveled by the rhythm, awestruck by how someone so massive could hold you with such tender, protective care.
"i've got you," he whispered, his large hands lifting you slightly higher to change the angle, sinking even deeper into your softness.
with the new angle, choso plunged all the way in, the massive, thick head of his cock bottoming out completely and hitting directly against your cervix. the sudden, deep ache was a lethal spark; the friction inside you shifted instantly, and a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure began building up with terrifying speed. you could feel every single thick ridge of him stretching you open, driving you completely over the edge. your mind fractured as you came undone for the second time, your vision blurring as a loud, echoing cry tore from your throat.
the devastating orgasm caused your walls to spasm and clamp down ruthlessly around his dick, tightening around it like a vice. the intense, crushing suction completely shattered choso's control. he threw his head back, his tatted shoulders bunching tightly as a deep, guttural groan tore from his chest. his hips slammed forward one last time, pinning you against the wet tiles as he came violently inside you, pulsing thick and hot, filling you to the absolute brim with his release.
he didn't pull out. even as the water washed over his inked skin, his length stayed thick, hard, and demanding inside you, his cock still twitching and pulsing deeply against your raw, swollen walls. you could feel every single throb of his aftermath inside you, making you let out a weak whine as you buried your face into the hot crook of his neck. he pressed his forehead against yours, both of you panting heavily, the steam rising around your bodies.
"don't move," he breathed softly, his lips brushing yours. "don't move yet. i want to stay inside you."
choso shifted his weight, gathering your trembling body entirely into his arms and pulling you up off the tile wall. he guided your other leg around his waist, holding you close against his massive, wet chest, trapping you entirely in his shadow. since you had already come twice, your entire body was completely spent, and a jolt of pure shock ran through you when choso’s hips gave a sudden, slow, experimental roll.
"hmph—choso, wait..." you gasped, looking up at him with wide, glassy eyes.
he looked down at you, his dark eyes heavy-lidded and completely glazed over with a dark, terrifyingly needy lust. he looked so soft, yet so entirely unhinged by the taste of you. "one more... just one more, please, sweetheart?" he begged, his voice a gravelly, trembling whisper against your lips. "you're so tight—i can't get out."
you were already so incredibly overstimulated that you couldn't even form words, able to make only broken, needy little sounds against his chest. your fingers curled blindly into the damp skin of his shoulders, your nails scratching desperately down the dark ink of his back—but the stinging friction only made him growl, his grip tightening ruthlessly around your ass as your resistance turned him on even more.
with your bodies pinned chest-to-chest, he dragged his tatted hands through your wet hair, tilting your head forward to bring your mouth to his for another deep, heavy, sloppy kiss. your tongues tangled, the hard metal of his piercing sliding heavily against yours, making you taste the intoxicating mix of your own sweat and release on his lips.
he didn't rush. choso backed up just enough to prop one of his heavy feet on the shower bench, tilting his hips back. his gaze dropped down, his pitch-black eyes tracking lower to look directly at the point of connection between your bodies. you watched through blurred vision as he stared, completely fascinated, watching his massive, dark shaft plunge all the way into your dripping cunt, churning up the filthy, frothy ring of your combined releases and his own thick cum. the wet, sloshing sounds of him fucking you were amplified by the echoing shower stall, white cream bubbling out and smearing over his tatted thighs with every agonizingly deep stroke.
"fuck, look at you," he whispered between heavy, wet kisses, his voice thick with a profound, quiet awe as his eyes stayed glued to the messy, ruined sight of your pussy. "look how much of me you're holding. all ruined for me—can't look away from you."
"nghh—choso, you're... you're still so big," you gasped out as he began to roll his hips again. the second expansion felt even deeper, more thorough than the first, the thick head of his cock ruthlessly punishing your cervix over and over.
"'m sorry," he murmured softly, though his actions contradicted his apology as he sank all the way in, bottoming out completely and burying his balls against your wetness. "you just feel too good—i can't help it. let me love you like this, just a little longer."
he rolled his hips forward again and again, sinking into you with an agonizingly slow, deep rhythm that made your vision blur. every push was accompanied by a soft, reverent kiss—on your eyelids, your cheeks, your mouth, and the sensitive skin under your ear. he turned your entire body into a canvas, worshipping you with a gentle but unyielding stamina, his heart completely overflowing with the euphoric reality that you were finally, beautifully his.
the automatic shower ventilation hummed a low, droning bassline as the steam slowly began to clear from the room, the heavy mist settling into a damp, quiet warmth.
choso stood mid-dressed in the narrow space between the shower stalls and the benches. he had managed to pull his grey sweatpants back on, the thick waistband sitting low on his hips, but his massive upper body was still completely bare. his smooth skin was flushed dark pink, the heavy black tattoos on his chest and arms glistening under the dull overhead facility lights.
you sat on the wooden bench right in front of him, a large, fluffy white towel draped loosely over your head to catch the dampness of your hair. your body was still completely spent, your inner thighs aching with a heavy, lingering numbness.
despite the water being off, choso hadn't moved away. he stepped in close between your knees, leaning down so his massive frame completely shadowed you. his hands came up to gently frame the sides of your face through the fabric of the towel, and he leaned in, resting his forehead against yours. both of you just breathed together for a moment, the quiet, synchronized sound of your exhales filling the empty locker room.
choso slowly opened his eyes, looking at you from beneath his messy, damp bangs. the terrifying, pitch-black intensity from the showers had completely faded, replaced by that familiar, quiet softness that usually hid behind his oversized hoodies. his cheeks pulled a sudden blush—not from the heat of the room, but from a sudden wave of sheer, boyish bashfulness.
he cleared his throat, the sound low and gravelly in the empty space. carefully, almost timidly, he reached into your gym bag and pulled out a fresh, dry set of clothes you had brought along.
"here," he murmured, his voice dropping into that quiet, hesitant register.
he didn't just hand them to you. instead, his massive, heavily inked hands gathered the soft fabric of your clean t-shirt. his touch was incredibly gentle, a stark contrast to how ruthlessly he had been holding you against the tiles just minutes ago. he carefully guided the shirt over your head, his blunt fingers catching on the collar to make sure it didn't snag on your damp skin, before pulling your arms through the sleeves with a quiet, domestic focus that made your heart melt.
he paused, his eyes darting down to the floor, then back up to your face through the towel still framing your head. he rubbed the back of his neck with his tatted forearm, looking suddenly, hilariously out of his depth now that the primal fog had cleared.
"um," choso began, his voice cracking slightly. he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, the heavy, dominant monster from the shower stall completely transforming back into the shy art student who didn't know what to do with his hands. "i know... i know the timing is really bad. and it’s probably not very gentleman-like of me to ask this... especially right after we just—after what we just did."
he took a deep breath, his dark eyes looking down at you with a completely endearing vulnerability.
"but there’s a 24-hour diner and cafe just two blocks from campus. they have really good iced coffee, and... and sweet pastries. i was wondering if... if you wanted to go grab something to drink with me? like... a date. a real one."
you stared up at him from beneath the towel, your heart swelling so violently it cut off your breath. hearing this massive, fully tattooed, pierced giant softly ask you out on a proper, polite date while his bare chest was still burning from your touch was the most charming thing you had ever experienced.
"i would love to, choso," you whispered.
a small, breathtakingly genuine smile broke across choso's face, lighting up his features. "okay," he rumbled softly, bending down to press one final, sweet, lingering kiss to your lips before reaching for his own hoodie. "let's finish up. i'll buy you whatever you want."
ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃mdni: Your childhood best-friend confessed to you mid fucking.
Sanji x fem!Reader one shot smut.
Inspired by one of @Yaleaky_ arts on twt.
// cw: car sex, semi-pub sex, oral sex, breeding kink, praising kink, dirty talk, p in v, modern AU
wc: 3.3k
× originally posted on ao3. ×
The night was quiet as the world had secured themselves in their dreams, fulfilling desires that would never come true. The stars were twinkling as they whispered gossips in between constellations, creating a light of hope for the lost soul, and the moon shined bright to accompany the lonesomeness.
But it didn't make you feel any less lonely.
You were lying on the brown, leather couch lazily while watching the TV, feeling bored and tired after you had just finished submitting your work to your demanding, pain-in-the-ass boss.
Your boss's strict behaviour made you have a thought of resigning and find another job, but everytime you remembered the amount of the salary they pay you, you felt like you were the rope in a tug of war.
Plus, finding a job in this current world was difficult, so you decided to just stay and pray your leader would be the one resigning instead.
One of your hands was behind your head as a pillow, while the other was on your stomach, thumb caressing your own soft skin. The brightness from your TV screen was the only light that flashed your living room and you didn't care if it would affect your eyesight. You were too lazy to get up and switch on the lamp anyway.
As you were about to fall asleep, a buzz from your phone whirred beside you and you grabbed it to check the notification to see Sanji texted you;
"You're up?
Sanji was your childhood friend and your neighbour who lived just a few blocks away from your house. The two of you used to frequently play together when you both were children after school, to the point your parents got close with his.
There were times where his parents would see you as his girlfriend and he wouldn't deny, so you would have to be the one to deny it for him. You never thought of developing any feelings for him as you solely saw him as a childhood, close friend.
You swiped your phone open and replied to him;
"Yeah, why?"
"I'm bored, wanna go for a ride?"
You looked at the time.
"It's 1 in the fucking morning blondie, go to sleep."
"Says the one who's literally replying to me right now."
"Cmon it's been a while since we went on a late night drive."
"Pretty please."
You wiped a hand over your face, groaning at his texts. But on a second thought, tomorrow would be your day off and you really needed something to get your mind away about work for a temporary moment.
"Fine."
"Great! I'll be there in 3, my sweet <3"
Too slack to change into a new outfit, you got up from the sofa and went to your room, grabbing a pink knitted cardigan. You were already on your sweatpants and beige coloured, laced camisole that has a tiny brown bow at the center of the chest.
It wasn't like you were going to a fancy place anyway, so you put on the cardigan, the cotton was soft and comforting as it hugged your skin. Perfect for a chilly night.
You brushed your hair and gave yourself one last look in the mirror before heading to the door to leave. Sanji had already arrived in front of your house porch, leaning against the car as he was waiting for you. He was wearing a black sweater with gray sweatpants, the sweater looked small on him somehow but at the same time loose.
When he saw you were walking towards him, he opened the car door for you with a happy smile on his face and you slid into the passenger seat.
"Thanks," you said, smiling back at him.
He got into the driver side and the car vibrated when he started the engine. "What do you wanna do?" he asked while putting the seatbelt on you and did the same for himself.
He would always do everything for you and you would let him because you knew no matter how much you insisted on doing something by yourself, he wouldn't let you. He was chivalrous ever since you knew him as a kid.
You looked at him with your hands playing with the seatbelt. "I don't know. We can do whatever you want, since you were the one who wanna go out. I just wanna put my mind off work for a while..." Your voice was soft when you answered. He pulled away from the curb and started driving with one hand on the steering, the other rested on his thigh.
"Anything I want huh?" You saw him smirk at your comment, "You're not working tomorrow?"
"No, tomorrow's my day off."
"Good to know, I think I know what we can do and where we can go."
After a while, he pulled up at a 24 hours convenient store. He pulled the handbrake and took off his seatbelt.
"You want anything?" asked Sanji, his hand was holding onto the door handle, waiting for your order. You were quiet for a moment as you were thinking.
"Get me some beers, and maybe cigarettes."
He smirked, "Right away, my lady."
"I'm not your lady!" you shouted lightly but he had already slammed the door shut and made his way to the store. He looked over to his shoulder and smiled at you out of tease. You glared at him.
Few minutes later, Sanji came back with a plastic bag in his hand and you took it from him, looking through to see there were some snacks, beers, a box of cigarettes and water.
"Why'd you get water for?" You stared at him, who was buckling his seatbelt and twisted the car key to revive the engine, then leaned into his seat, his head turned looking at you.
"Look who's driving, pretty. Unless you're willing to die with me, that would be such a romantic tragedy." He winked at you and you threw yourself back into the seat, rolling your eyes at him out of annoyance while smiling at the same time.
"Shut up and start driving please."
He chuckled at your response before chauffeuring.
It wasn't his first time flirting with you but somehow whenever he did, the butterflies would always find a way to fly around you.
The whole car ride was a comfortable silence, with your head rested against the window frame and your hand hung out the door, a bottle of beer dangling from your elegant fingers. You felt alive and in peace when the wind was blowing your hair, making you feel like you were a bird, flying nowhere, just living in freedom. You invariably wished you were reborn as one.
Sanji pulled into a gravel turnout that hung over the edge of the world. Below the cliff unraveled a canvas of sightseeing of sparkling city lights. However, nothing could compare with the stars above them, leading the skies that were living in the dark into a luminary path.
He killed the engine and took off his seatbelt, leaving only the quite wind of the overlook to speak.
"It's beautiful," you said as you removed the safe belt and hunched forward, admiring the view in awe.
"I know," responded Sanji, who only kept his eyes on you while leaning into the seat with both hands behind the headrest.
When you swivelled your head and eyed him up and down, you followed his position; reclining into the seat while holding the glass bottle on your lap.
"I always come here whenever I need to get something off my mind, that's why I brought you here." You heard him light a cigarette beside you when he spoke.
He passed it to you after taking a drag and you took it, your fingers slightly brushing his. "It's nice here, I love it," you murmured, inhaling a long bitter taste of the ciggie and blew the smoke outside the window. "God, I really needed this." You gulped down the yellow drink all in one shot, a trail of beer was running down your chin.
"Hey slow down, you're gonna choke." He grabbed the bottle from you, but it was already empty.
When he saw your chin wet from the beer, he pulled you gently by the throat and licked it off; his tongue swiped across your lips. He parted away, his hand still on your neck.
A vision of speechlessness fell over your face, but the heat between your legs spoke for you. The two of you locked eyes for a brief moment and your gaze went down to his lips. Swallowing a ball of nervousness, you brought the cigarette to your lips, taking a long drag before cupping his face and colliding your lips with his. The smoke passed through his mouth and he inhaled like you were his cigarette.
He entered his tongue inside to dive deeper and you welcomed him, tangling your tongues and exchanging tobacco-flavoured saliva. You moaned into him and he repaid you with his groans. You felt his other hand behind your waist, sliding inside your camisole to feel your skin forming a heat. You grasped hard at his blonde hair with one of your hands, pulling him closer as you demanded his soul to connect with yours.
Both of you pulled away, chests heaving to gather air inside the lungs suffocated from the sloppy makeout.
"Was this the thing you said you knew what we can do?" you breathed, your hands were around his neck while his were still on the same spot.
He chuckled lowly and took the cigarette from your fingers, inhaling the smoke.
"Not that I expected it, I just let my intrusive thought win," he said as he blew the bitter scent away from your face.
"That was hot though, do it again."
Your reply made him raise a brow.
"That's a new thing for me to hear."
"You're acting like we never fucked before." You scoffed.
The first time you slept with Sanji was on your 18th birthday, right after he celebrated it in your room by sneaking into your window in the middle of the night like a teenager we would see in a movie.
Let's just say it happened on "accident", because the two of you were playing pillow fight and he fell on top of you.
But after that day, you both were like friends with benefits, helping each other whenever one had to relieve their stress out. On the other hand, you knew he had feelings for you, because he kept wanting to say those three words every time he pumped his cock inside you, yet failed, scared it would ruin the friendship.
Sanji tossed the ciggie butt out the window before taking another bottle of beer from the backseat and popped it open. He tilted his head up, filling his mouth with the alcohol without swallowing, then he again, grabbed you by your neck, pulling you closer to his face.
You willingly opened your mouth, allowing him to spit the spit the beer inside; the liquid was warm against your tongue. You swallowed every single drop of it.
You didn't realize your panties were soaked until you started rubbing your thighs together, finding some release. He kissed you again and this time you climbed on top of him, not breaking your lips apart. He put the beer away in the cupholder while guiding you gently to sit on his lap.
His hands were trying to tug down your sweatpants but you helped him instead. It was a struggle since you were in a small space, but you still managed to take them off and threw it on the passenger seat.
You were bottomless now, your pussy dripping with lube that was made naturally from your body. Sanji slid his middle and ring finger up and down across your vulva, causing you to let out a soft moan.
"Fucking hell you're dripping, baby." He teased your entrance one last time before inserting both of the fingers inside your walls, curling and thrusting at a slow pace.
You held him by his broad shoulders when he attacked your neck with his mouth, creating lovebites all over and you couldn't help but moan louder.
Luckily there wasn't anyone around but you couldn't care less even if there were, because all you wanted was the pleasure that helped you to get the heavy stress away from your head.
He tugged the strings of your camisole down to your elbows and pulled the cotton below your chest to expose your breasts. He licked one of your hard nipples then sucked harshly; he did the same to the other, leaving your boobs with red marks from his tongue work.
Sanji increased the speed of his hand, rolling his digits inside of you with his palm firmly pressed to your clit. You took the opportunity to grind onto his hand.
"Sanji— ahh! Baby, please—" You could feel your stomach forming a tight knot, signalling that you were reaching your orgasm, your walls clenching around his fingers. You cupped his jaw with both of your hands, kissing him while whimpering into his mouth.
You pulled away and locked eyes with him, he brushed your hair away from your face and caressed your cheek. "Cum on my fingers, sweetheart, cmon princess you're doing so good for me." His praise made you roll your eyes immediately as you came all over his hand.
He knew you liked to get praised after all the time the two of you had been sleeping together and he was a pro with it. He knew just which kind of words to light a fire under you.
Sanji thrusted his fingers a few more to let you ride out your high, prior to pulling out from your desperate cunt. His fingers and palm that were coated with your fluids were brought up to his lips as he sucked them clean, tasting your sweet juice.
"Good girl princess, you did such a great job..." he rumbled and kissed your swollen lips like it was a reward for you.
Your body limped onto his when you tried to stabilize your breathing and he gently caressed your head, helping you soothe. When he moved to grab the same beer from the cupholder earlier, you pulled away from his body, letting him to shift easily, your palms propped to his chest. He motioned the bottle to your lips and you opened, enabling him to pour the beer into your mouth.
"God that was hot as fuck." You chortled.
"Yeah? We're not done yet, I want you to blow me."
"Alright, get to the backseat. It's more spacious than doing it here."
The two of you settled yourselves in the back side; Sanji was sat in the middle seat and you were kneeled on the floorboard in between his legs with his big, hard cock sprung out. His pink, plump tip was dripping with precum and you teased him by licking little by little, causing his body to shudder. He lit up a cigarette to his lips before gripping your hair harshly and pushing your head all the way down to his balls, a choking sound escaped from you.
"Keep teasing me and I won't let you breathe," he said as he blew a cloud of smoke. You slapped his thigh rapidly, a voiceless way to tell him to spare you.
He pulled your head off from his drenched cock, tears were rolling down your face while you gasped for air. "Gonna keep teasing me?" He looked at you with narrowed eyes and you shook your head sharply.
"Good girl." He patted your head and suddenly you were in heat again.
He was too perfect in turning you on, you couldn't deny that. No one could be as good as him.
You wrapped one hand around the base of his cock, giving a few pump while sucking the tip. He groaned loudly, his hips motioning forward, desperate to feel your mouth covering his shaft.
You finally replaced your hand with your lips, taking him all in with your head bobbing up and down. One of your hands were squeezing his balls, which made him to become a moan mess.
"Good god... You're such a good girl taking all of me— princess." The sound he made was a music to your ears, causing your needy cunt to ooze. You drew away from his member as you were out of breath, giving a pause.
His gaze shifted to look at your craving face; your chin was drooling with a mix of his precum and your saliva. He plucked the ciggie from his lips and gestured the cherry side to you.
"Take a puff?" he asked and you took a long drag from the ciggie that was sitting in between his forefinger and middle finger, huffing out a smoke before going back to blow him.
Sanji grabbed a fistful of your hair and began to increase the pace aggresively, using you like a sex toy, it caused you to gag and suffocate from his big cock; allowing his orgasm to build faster.
"Oh god... you feel so go— mghmm you feel so good baby." He bobbed your head a few more times and pulled you away, right before he was about to cum.
You were a mess; hair tangled, chin drooling, eyes flamed with lust and body covered in sweat. He was breathing hard, at the same time he was also admiring you with a mischievous smile, feeling proud at his own art. He stubbed the ciggie and bent forward to lick your jaw, tasting the mixed fluids, then plant a kiss on your forehead.
"Get on top, I wanna cum inside you," he whispered, his tone was raspy and hot.
You obeyed and crawled on top of him, wrapping your hands around his neck for support while he grabbed your waist to conduct you. You aligned his cock with one hand to your entrance and sank down to his length. You sucked a breath in at the contact of his tip sliding inside your walls, showing no mercy as he pushed your waist down, making you take all of him.
Your velvet walls stretched around him tightly, causing him to groan out of pleasure. "That's it princess, you're doing so well, so good, I'm gonna breed you like you deserve it," he breathed, holding both of your ass cheeks when you started bouncing on him.
He was long deep, it reached your cervix. Your moans became louder and louder each time his tip stabbed your g-spot. The car was rocking as your movement was fast and hard, feeling the ecstasy rushing inside your body.
"Aa— aah! Sanji! Fuck you're so big— mhmm..." The two of you were a wreck of bliss as all kinds of pleasurable sounds were made from the sex. You framed his jaw, enmeshing glances for a quick moment before crashing his lips with yours hungrily— tongues tangled, salivas dripping and moans trading.
His stiff cock twitched inside you and his moans were getting hitched, that was how you knew he was close to cumming, and you too, when a second knot was crafting in your belly and your walls contracting every trail of his veins. He moved his hands, cupping your face to hold gazes with yours.
"Baby— fuck it I love you, please be— mghm— be mine, please princess— oh fuck!" The two of you were star-struck as you came together, his thick and hot liquid splurted all over your soft walls, painting it white.
He thrusted inside you slowly to ride out your highs before pulling it out, you hissed when his tip slid off from your pussy; your hole dripping with his cum.
Your body slumped onto his heaving chest, trying to steady your breath. His hands were caressing your back as he mellowed you to make you feel comfortable. After you were able to breathe smoothly, you retreated yourself to look at him, who was already looking at you with a soft smile.
"Did you mean what you said earlier?" you asked, your hands resting on his torso.
"I did, I'm sorry... I just couldn't keep it any longer."
"What a dumb blondie."
You giggled and pinched his nose before pulling him close to kiss him again.
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I'm soo happy to see this fic reach 100+ kudos. I didn't expect it to reach so much since Sabo is such an underrated, misunderstood and mischaracterized character.
Plus, I believe the plot wasn't that unique either. Though, originally, I planned this plot for Sanji and somehow, I ended up writing it for Sabo lol.
But it's truly one of the fics which I treasure 'cause it's one of my first. And the earlier chapters might've been sloppy as well. Sometimes, I'd think who are these people reading such sloppy lines lol? I wasn't good at all back then and now, also. And some of the readers also pointed out the improvement with chapters which made me soo soo happy to keep writing this story! ♡
Thanksie so much to everyone reading this on a regular basis. I am glad to have your presence!
"What?!" you hissed, few shoppers passing by glancing your way. "Nuh uh. Absolutely not. I am not doing that." You shook your head while putting one hand up in surrender as the other was holding an ice cream cup.
You and your friend were sitting on a wooden bench right outside Hot Topic, taking a break while sharing a cup of ice cream after burning cash. That was until your friend laid down a dare that made your stomach flip, which was hooking up with the guy who was working alone in the store.
The two of you had eyes on him seconds after you walked past the storefront, gossiping about the way he looked that made you guys to become complete freaks. He gave off a complete vibe of Evanescence— black, choppy hair that appeared incredibly messy, wearing a My Chemical Romance tee along with the skinniest jeans that fit the shape of his legs.
Plus, the tattoos on his hands that spelled 'DEATH' across his fingers with a circular cross emblem on the back of his palm. His eyes were accompanied by eye bags, heavy eyeliner, and scruffy goatee that matches the dark tone of his hair, as well as thick gold hoops hugging each of his earlobe.
He looked like he was sick if you were to be honest.
But oh would God forgive you if you lied to yourself by saying he wasn't hot despite his deathbed appearance.
After bickering with your friend who kept pushing you to do the dare, you finally gave up. "Fine, but your ass owes me twenty bucks for this," you muttered and stood up from the bench, shoving the ice cream cup to her.
You heard your friend say something behind your back about disagreeing with your bet, but you blocked your ears with your fingers, turning your head and sticking your tongue out at her before crossing the threshold of the store.
Standing across the counter from where the man was sitting behind with your arms crossed, he looked unbothered as he had his eyes focused on his phone, scrolling through something who knows what. You noticed a lanyard hanging around his neck, the transparent plastic pouch stamped with his name, Law.
You tried to stay cool despite the fact that your heart was beating fast.
The sound of you clearing your throat finally made his gaze shift from the screen. "Can I help you?" he asked, his voice was a low, lazy drawl.
"Yeah, uhm..." You scratched behind your ear, shooting a quick glance around the shop to ensure no one was around, because the last thing you needed was a witness to your social suicide. You looked back at him, took a deep breath and dropped:
"You wanna fuck?"
You genuinely wished you could swallow a bitter pill right now.
But too bad, the only thing you were swallowing was his cock in the dim stockroom, cheeks hollowing as you sucked him off, your throat clamping around his length, his hand gripping tight to your hair.
"Argh, fuck..." he growled, jerking his hips forward into your mouth, causing fluid from your saliva and his precum pooling at the base of his shaft, spilling down your chin and dripping onto the concrete floor. "Fuck, you're doing so good."
The wet, slurping sounds echoed loudly through the room as you swirled your tongue around his length. You maintained eye contact with him, giving him that look with your eyes, making his face to flush red with his mouth hanging open as he moaned softly. Oh, it was the sexiest sight ever.
Law finally took over control, moving your head back and forth aggressively, the crown of his cock hitting the back of your throat as you tried to take him as much as you possibly could while fighting the urge to gag. Guttural, low growls escaped from his lips with each snap of his hips, until he pulled you away, his teeth gritted hard as he fought back the battle against his own climax.
You weren't typically a shy person, but after he had agreed to your random, unhinged offer without a single hesitation, instantly boosted your ego to the sky, making you feel bolder than how you normally were and confident to get what you wanted. And you knew what you wanted right now was to lure him into your lust.
Law pulled you up to your feet and spun you around, pinning you against the wall. Before you could even say a word, he crashed his lips against yours, fishing out every single desperate moan from your lungs, while his hands unbuttoned your denim shorts, shoving them down your legs along with your panties.
You kicked them away somewhere in the room without breaking the kiss before jumping to wrap your legs around his slim waist. His large, tattooed hands caught your ass, squeezing them like a vice grip, causing you to groan into the kiss.
Pulling himself away from your bruised lips, he aligned his thick tip to your soaking hole. You let out a loud, sharp gasp the moment he drove his entire length inside your entrance all the way to your cervix, filling you to the brim.
Jesus Christ, he wasn't just thick— he was unbelievably long as hell. It made you feel so deliciously full, you didn't even have to eat. You dug your fingers deep into his hair as you tried to adjust yourself to his size, your shaky breath fanning against his neck.
"Nghh! you're too big," you whimpered, your tight cunt pulsing around his member, claiming a raspy groan from him.
"Oh yeah?" You heard him smirk. "I think you're just too— tight."
Law began to move his hips gently, testing the delicious friction, then slowly increased his pace after he felt comfortable with your tightness. Each relentless, and deep thrust from him hit your g-spot effortlessly; it made you see your own brain.
"Good god," he rasped into your ear, his voice straining. "You feel so good around— ergh!— around my cock— fuck."
He buried his face into your neck, making you lean back against the wall spontaneously, giving him easier access to carve hickeys into the sensitive skin of your throat.
You thanked God he was the only one working, you wouldn't know what would happen if there were other employees around entering and having to witness this erotic scene. Probably traumatised or fire Law on the spot for having sex with a random girl in the middle of his shift.
His thrusts were getting ruthless now, the loud, wet smacking sounds of his pelvis slapping against your thighs and your moans overflowing from your mouth filling the tight space between the shelves— it was all so lewd.
And every time the tip of his length stabbed your cervix, it made you think that maybe the dare wasn't really a bad idea at all. Maybe you should be the one giving the twenty dollars instead to your friend, as a thank you gift.
Desperate to see stars, you sneaked a hand down in between your bodies and stimulated your clit by pressing and rubbing it in circles roughly, causing your body to build your orgasm faster.
"Ah! oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" you mewled out.
His lips abandoned your throat to reclaim your lips, swallowing a strained moan that signaled him you were close. "That's right, cum on my cock, pretty girl," he purred in between the kiss, his voice pure seduction.
And you immediately did. Your toes curled and your pussy clenched tight around his cock, causing his hips to secure deep against you as he splashed ropes of hot semen all over your walls, his shaft throbbing wildly while he mumbled curse words and how good you felt on his cock.
After chasing his high, Law pulled out and gently set you down to the floor, your legs buckling from the intense activity and your chest heaving, trying to stabilize your breathing.
"Y'know, you kinda remind me of Hanna Beth," he complimented casually, a smirk plastered on his face as he bent down to grab your panties and shorts, handing them over to you. "Your fashion, I mean."
"Oh, Thanks..."
Boy, couldn't you run out of breath more at his comment.
Dressing up was completely clumsy. You almost lost your balance while trying to put your jeans back on, but luckily Law caught you by your arms. You thanked him, buttoning your shorts and fixing your messy, tangled hair as you steadied yourself. You felt your phone vibrate in your back pocket and pulled it out to check.
"Oh shit! I forgot about my friend!"
As you were about to leave, Law caught your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. You turned around baffled, and saw him reaching for something in his pocket without letting go of your wrist.
He pulled out a thick, flimsy, perforated paper strip and slid it in your palm. "Come with me to the Warped Tour. I'd like to see you again."
A wide grin stretched your lips and you took his phone, punching in your number.
"See you soon, emo boy."
Soon after, you and your friend were on the bus, heading home after she had nagged you for making her wait so long.
"I still can't believe you fucked him," she said, reclining into the seat. "I mean he doesn't look like the type to get bitches if I were to be honest with you."
"Yeah, wait 'til you find out his dick was 11 inches," you smirked and secretly slid twenty dollars cash into her bag.
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"What?!" you hissed, few shoppers passing by glancing your way. "Nuh uh. Absolutely not. I am not doing that." You shook your head while putting one hand up in surrender as the other was holding an ice cream cup.
You and your friend were sitting on a wooden bench right outside Hot Topic, taking a break while sharing a cup of ice cream after burning cash. That was until your friend laid down a dare that made your stomach flip, which was hooking up with the guy who was working alone in the store.
The two of you had eyes on him seconds after you walked past the storefront, gossiping about the way he looked that made you guys to become complete freaks. He gave off a complete vibe of Evanescence— black, choppy hair that appeared incredibly messy, wearing a My Chemical Romance tee along with the skinniest jeans that fit the shape of his legs.
Plus, the tattoos on his hands that spelled 'DEATH' across his fingers with a circular cross emblem on the back of his palm. His eyes were accompanied by eye bags, heavy eyeliner, and scruffy goatee that matches the dark tone of his hair, as well as thick gold hoops hugging each of his earlobe.
He looked like he was sick if you were to be honest.
But oh would God forgive you if you lied to yourself by saying he wasn't hot despite his deathbed appearance.
After bickering with your friend who kept pushing you to do the dare, you finally gave up. "Fine, but your ass owes me twenty bucks for this," you muttered and stood up from the bench, shoving the ice cream cup to her.
You heard your friend say something behind your back about disagreeing with your bet, but you blocked your ears with your fingers, turning your head and sticking your tongue out at her before crossing the threshold of the store.
Standing across the counter from where the man was sitting behind with your arms crossed, he looked unbothered as he had his eyes focused on his phone, scrolling through something who knows what. You noticed a lanyard hanging around his neck, the transparent plastic pouch stamped with his name, Law.
You tried to stay cool despite the fact that your heart was beating fast.
The sound of you clearing your throat finally made his gaze shift from the screen. "Can I help you?" he asked, his voice was a low, lazy drawl.
"Yeah, uhm..." You scratched behind your ear, shooting a quick glance around the shop to ensure no one was around, because the last thing you needed was a witness to your social suicide. You looked back at him, took a deep breath and dropped:
"You wanna fuck?"
You genuinely wished you could swallow a bitter pill right now.
But too bad, the only thing you were swallowing was his cock in the dim stockroom, cheeks hollowing as you sucked him off, your throat clamping around his length, his hand gripping tight to your hair.
"Argh, fuck..." he growled, jerking his hips forward into your mouth, causing fluid from your saliva and his precum pooling at the base of his shaft, spilling down your chin and dripping onto the concrete floor. "Fuck, you're doing so good."
The wet, slurping sounds echoed loudly through the room as you swirled your tongue around his length. You maintained eye contact with him, giving him that look with your eyes, making his face to flush red with his mouth hanging open as he moaned softly. Oh, it was the sexiest sight ever.
Law finally took over control, moving your head back and forth aggressively, the crown of his cock hitting the back of your throat as you tried to take him as much as you possibly could while fighting the urge to gag. Guttural, low growls escaped from his lips with each snap of his hips, until he pulled you away, his teeth gritted hard as he fought back the battle against his own climax.
You weren't typically a shy person, but after he had agreed to your random, unhinged offer without a single hesitation, instantly boosted your ego to the sky, making you feel bolder than how you normally were and confident to get what you wanted. And you knew what you wanted right now was to lure him into your lust.
Law pulled you up to your feet and spun you around, pinning you against the wall. Before you could even say a word, he crashed his lips against yours, fishing out every single desperate moan from your lungs, while his hands unbuttoned your denim shorts, shoving them down your legs along with your panties.
You kicked them away somewhere in the room without breaking the kiss before jumping to wrap your legs around his slim waist. His large, tattooed hands caught your ass, squeezing them like a vice grip, causing you to groan into the kiss.
Pulling himself away from your bruised lips, he aligned his thick tip to your soaking hole. You let out a loud, sharp gasp the moment he drove his entire length inside your entrance all the way to your cervix, filling you to the brim.
Jesus Christ, he wasn't just thick— he was unbelievably long as hell. It made you feel so deliciously full, you didn't even have to eat. You dug your fingers deep into his hair as you tried to adjust yourself to his size, your shaky breath fanning against his neck.
"Nghh! you're too big," you whimpered, your tight cunt pulsing around his member, claiming a raspy groan from him.
"Oh yeah?" You heard him smirk. "I think you're just too— tight."
Law began to move his hips gently, testing the delicious friction, then slowly increased his pace after he felt comfortable with your tightness. Each relentless, and deep thrust from him hit your g-spot effortlessly; it made you see your own brain.
"Good god," he rasped into your ear, his voice straining. "You feel so good around— ergh!— around my cock— fuck."
He buried his face into your neck, making you lean back against the wall spontaneously, giving him easier access to carve hickeys into the sensitive skin of your throat.
You thanked God he was the only one working, you wouldn't know what would happen if there were other employees around entering and having to witness this erotic scene. Probably traumatised or fire Law on the spot for having sex with a random girl in the middle of his shift.
His thrusts were getting ruthless now, the loud, wet smacking sounds of his pelvis slapping against your thighs and your moans overflowing from your mouth filling the tight space between the shelves— it was all so lewd.
And every time the tip of his length stabbed your cervix, it made you think that maybe the dare wasn't really a bad idea at all. Maybe you should be the one giving the twenty dollars instead to your friend, as a thank you gift.
Desperate to see stars, you sneaked a hand down in between your bodies and stimulated your clit by pressing and rubbing it in circles roughly, causing your body to build your orgasm faster.
"Ah! oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" you mewled out.
His lips abandoned your throat to reclaim your lips, swallowing a strained moan that signaled him you were close. "That's right, cum on my cock, pretty girl," he purred in between the kiss, his voice pure seduction.
And you immediately did. Your toes curled and your pussy clenched tight around his cock, causing his hips to secure deep against you as he splashed ropes of hot semen all over your walls, his shaft throbbing wildly while he mumbled curse words and how good you felt on his cock.
After chasing his high, Law pulled out and gently set you down to the floor, your legs buckling from the intense activity and your chest heaving, trying to stabilize your breathing.
"Y'know, you kinda remind me of Hanna Beth," he complimented casually, a smirk plastered on his face as he bent down to grab your panties and shorts, handing them over to you. "Your fashion, I mean."
"Oh, Thanks..."
Boy, couldn't you run out of breath more at his comment.
Dressing up was completely clumsy. You almost lost your balance while trying to put your jeans back on, but luckily Law caught you by your arms. You thanked him, buttoning your shorts and fixing your messy, tangled hair as you steadied yourself. You felt your phone vibrate in your back pocket and pulled it out to check.
"Oh shit! I forgot about my friend!"
As you were about to leave, Law caught your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. You turned around baffled, and saw him reaching for something in his pocket without letting go of your wrist.
He pulled out a thick, flimsy, perforated paper strip and slid it in your palm. "Come with me to the Warped Tour. I'd like to see you again."
A wide grin stretched your lips and you took his phone, punching in your number.
"See you soon, emo boy."
Soon after, you and your friend were on the bus, heading home after she had nagged you for making her wait so long.
"I still can't believe you fucked him," she said, reclining into the seat. "I mean he doesn't look like the type to get bitches if I were to be honest with you."
"Yeah, wait 'til you find out his dick was 11 inches," you smirked and secretly slid twenty dollars cash into her bag.
ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃 mdni; Sabo teaches you how to use your mouth properly.
Sabo x fem!Reader one shot smut.
Inspired by the song "Billie Bossa Nova" by Billie Eilish.
// cw: floor sex, orgasm delay, daddy kink, glove kink, praise kink, breeding kink, pet names, dirty talk, dacryphillia, nipple play, p in v, aftercare
× Originally posted on ao3 but I just wanna try posting it here ×
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The room was dimmed with a sweet, rose scent covered by the silent dancers of light, swaying to the air, whispering seduction to the shadows. Tears of wax slid down like pearls, tracing passage of times.
Your soft hair hung flowy behind you as you were lying on your side on the bed, your head cradled against your hand while twirling a strand of your hair around your fingers with your free hand, your eyes fixated on your lover, Sabo.
Sabo was sitting in a love seat that was placed in front the bed, a book propped in his gloved hands with his legs crossed as he read a historical novel with his glasses. He loved history; he loved to unravel the raw reality like how he loved to unravel your body when he controlled you in bed.
Staring at him was never a bore to you. He was like a canvas of art that conquered the whole room, leaving only itself. With his navy blue button down, exposing a little of his firm pecs, sleeves that were rolled up to his elbows, few veins trailing along like braches of a tree spreading from its trunk, and black pants— gosh, he was clearly the definition of seductive.
He had always looked attractive to you, but there was something about the way he looked tonight, causing a flame of lust to burn behind your eyes as you were imagining all the dirty things you desired for him to make it come true for you. It made you lick your lips and bite them gently, your thighs rubbing slowly together, trying to find a sensation to relieve the heat that was forming in between your legs.
"Is there something that you want, doll?"
Sabo asked, without even looking at you. He knew you were admiring him the whole time, he could feel it even from miles away as if he was using his haki. His voice made you sit up gently on your calves, your knees sunk into the mattress and your hands fidgeting the hem of your silk, black laced chemise.
Your silence was your response to him as you were feeling shy at him suddenly catching you staring without even looking. He finally shifted his eyes from his book and caught your gaze, a blush crept up your cheeks. He put his book down on the coffee table next to him and pushed his glasses up to his blonde hair.
"Come here," he ordered, gesturing you to sit on his lap by patting it. You crawled off the bed and walked over to him like a child who knew what she did wrong and too embarrassed to admit it.
For a second, you only stood in front of him, the shyness was hugging you too tight— you couldn't even look at him.
He patted his thigh again, "I said— sit." His voice was dark and sharp, clearly wasn't in the mood to play around.
You sat, your legs straddling his lap and your hands resting onto his chest. You kept your gaze down as you were too fluttered to look at him.
"I'm sorry, Sir..." you murmured.
"Mmm? What are you sorry for?" He pushed your hair behind your ear, taking a good look at his true love.
"For interrupting you reading..." You slowly shifted your eyes to his, finally having the courage to fixated his vision.
"Oh no, no my baby, you would never interrupt me at all, but you've been staring at me since I started reading my book you know that, doll?" His voice was delicate as he spoke.
You slightly bit your lip and nodded.
He smiled, pinching your cheek fondly. "Good. So tell me, what were you thinking the whole time you were staring at me mm?" His hands were caressing your bare thighs as he waited for your confession.
Obviously you were too bashful to tell him that you had been imagining him railing the lust out of you until you beg him for mercy. So, you only kept quiet and let the strawberry tint paint your face, hoping he would use that as evidence instead for his analysis.
"There'll be a punishment if you don't answer, love," he warned, his hands slowly travelled to your ass, squeezing it tenderly. A soft whimper escaped your lips when he started squeezing harder, forcing you to speak. You felt the buldge in his pants were seeking for pleasure underneath your heated core.
"Mmhm Sabo..." you whimpered, hiding yourself in his neck and clutching his clothes. He palmed your clothed pussy with one hand, feeling the wetness that you had drenched from your dirty visualisations of him earlier. He smirked as he had discovered your alibi.
"Dirty little girl," he cooed, sliding his fingers into your panties, teasing your dripping slit that was aching for his cock. You let out a yelp when he yanked your head by your hair. "You're still getting punished for not talking."
And that was how you were going to witness your desire getting fulfilled by him.He crashed his lips against yours, claiming the air right out from your lungs, his tongue pushing through—a forced command for you to open wide for him and you obeyed, accommodating him to swirl along with your tongue, causing you to moan in desperation as you were starving for him.
It was an aggresive collision of teeth, a mutual starvation so eager that mixed saliva slicked all over your and his chins. Your hands tangled in his blonde hair, diving him deeper into your mouth while he swallowed every moan that escaped your throat.
He held your thighs and got up from the loveseat, stepping away with you in his arms before lowering you to the floor without breaking the kiss, the amber‐toned oak wood cold against your skin.
You bucked your hips against his knee, trying to get some friction for your neglected cunt. A soft whine escaped your throat when he bit your bottom bruised lip sharply as he dropped his mouth down to seize your throat, carving hungry lovebites into your flesh.
Your hands blindly reached for the buttons of his shirt, desperate to strip him off to feel the heat of his body, but his gloved hand caught your wrists like an iron and pinned them above your head.
"Ah ah, patience doll," he husked, his warm breath brushed against your skin, making you skin crawl with goosebumps.
He reached for something behind his pocket with his free hand, a sound of metal clinking together. Before you could process the sound, Sabo flipped you to your stomach and brought your hands to your back. The fur handcuffs clicked shut around your wrists.
"Since you don't wanna use your mouth to speak," he said, his voice dropping into a cocky tone as he rolled you back onto your spine, "you don't get to use your hands to touch me."You lay trapped beneath him, your legs parted wide with him sitting in between your knees.
"Daddy, please..." you whimpered, giving him a pitiful look, hoping that would make him have some sympathy for you, but you knew he couldn't care less.You could cry while begging and he still wouldn't give you any mercy, he loved torturing you in bed so much simply because watching you beg and desperate for him turned him on more, especially when you cry.
"Mmm what's that, baby?" he chuckled lowly, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your soaked panties, peeling them down your thighs and tossing them behind him. "I thought we were gonna play charades tonight, what changed?"
What a fucking tease he was. He knew you hated if you didn't get to touch him; it was your biggest pet peeve during sexual intimacy with your lover. Not getting to touch him was pure torture and unfairness.
To you though, not to him.
He leaned over you, the cold leather of his hand sneaking its way beneath your satin nightgown to tease your nipples, pinching and twisting while locking his eyes with yours. The leather was cold against your skin, making your buds twice as sensitive and your eyes squeezed shut. You moaned in pleasure, your body squirming underneath him, eager to touch him, but you knew you couldn't.
"T-touch me... please." A raw shame washed over you as you confessed.Sabo grinned at your concession, his hands still playing with your breasts, groping and teasing your nipples.
"Am I not touching you right now, doll? You gotta be more specific on what you want with daddy," he said, his playtime on your tits was getting harsher and harsher as he pinched and twisted your buds more aggresively than before, causing you to groan in pain.
"Argh! I want— I want your cock!— I want you inside me please, daddy!" you cried out, tears pooling in the corner of your eyes before they spilled into your hair, your lips trembling from enduring the affliction he gave you.Satisfied with your confession, he pulled away.
"Well, I can't say no to my baby, can I?" He removed his glasses from his hair, placing it onto the table behind him before unzipping his pants. His big, hard cock sprung out, throbbing and leaking with lust.
You licked your lips at the sight of his heavy veins mapping around his length.
Sabo grabbed your hips and hauled you close to his member, your calves propped over his broad shoulders. He slid his cock across your puffy wet lips, coating his length with your natural lube.
"Always so wet for me, such a good girl," he growled softly, aligning his tip to your long awaited entrance.
You swallowed a gasp when he pushed himself in you, all in one smooth thrust, burying himself all the way to your cervix, your velvet walls stretching around him. He hadn't even started pumping, but you could already feel yourself too full of him being inside you.
"Aahmm... 's too much..." You bit your lips as you whimpered, your head rolling back against the floor.
"Is it?" he sniggered, his hips cocking slightly to dive deeper into your hole. "Wasn't this exactly what you begged for, doll? You gotta take it, like it or not."
Oh you would be lying to yourself if you said this didn't turn you on more, you just loved it whenever he bullied you like this.
He didn't even give your body a moment to adjust and unleashed his ruthless pace, thrusting inside your walls fiercely. His leather fingers dug deep into your plush thighs, rooting you to his pelvis while his balls slapped hard against your ass in each thrust.
Screams of pleasure and wet smacking sounds that came from his brutal thrusts inside your tight pocket bounced off the walls.
Tears were streaming like river as you wept uncontrollably, the feeling of him finally fucking you with his thick member was delightful, but the pain was overwhelming you.
The way you were crying made his cock twitch inside you; seeing you were getting tortured by him— it could make him cum right there and then. He enjoyed it. He was obsessed with it. He would even hurt your feelings intentionally just to see you cry and that would worsen his libido over you.
"You're taking me so well, princess. Such a good little girl for daddy."
His prasing made your pussy clamp tight around him, forcing a ragged groan from his chest. His tip kissed your cervix from each ram he was giving, making your eyes turned white and orgasm reaching its end.
He could tell you were close from the way you were arching your back, but he pulled out completely.
Just when you were about to enter the gates to heaven.Your orgasm immediately faded.
The ecstasy that was rushing through your body shattered like glass, leaving you stranded and gasping for air, your hands clenching into a useless fists underneath you.
When you looked at your lover with your wet eyes, he had a mocking smirk plastered on his face.
"Daddy I—" you sobbed, your chest heaving from exhaustion, and your body sticky with sweats.You wanted to tell him you were close, but something told you he knew and that he was doing this on purpose.
"Mmm? Got something to say, doll?" he rasped, caressing your calves with his gloved hands and planting gentle kisses on them. The brash tone in his voice was slowly getting annoying as he kept on humiliating you, yet you savoured it.Silence secured your voice, your lips pouting and shaking from sobbing by his bully.
You slightly shook your head against the floor, your hands starting to get numb beneath your weight. It wasn't that you want him to stop, but you just wished he had some clemency for you, as your lover.
Sabo smiled, swiping his tongue slowly along the inside of his cheek before sliding his cock inside your wet tunnel again, sending a luscious prickle up your spine. His thrusts were slow and sensual this time, his hands propped on either side of you as he caged your frame. His chest dropped, pressing against yours, nuzzling himself into your neck. You hooked your legs around his waist, entwining his soul with yours like matching flames.
"I know you wanna cum, baby," he groaned, his thrusts were heavy and hot. "But, you gotta learn how to— fuck... you gotta learn how to use that filthy mouth of yours to ask for it." He pulled himself from your neck, just enough to lick your salty tears away from your face.
"God, I love it when you're crying like this. It makes me wanna cum right now."He collided his lips with yours, deeply and passionately kissing you it almost felt like an apology before he parted away. "But it wouldn't be so fun if I came too early would it?"
Your eyes fluttered as you looked at him with pure adoration, until they turned white when he set the pace into a rough, violent rhythm again.
It didn't take long since you were still sensitive from earlier, more than ready to let him suck the lust spirit out of you. Every plunge from him led you to the edge of the cliff, the pressure behind your navel knotted tightly, an iron fist gripping and pulling downward. It was decisively hypnotic that you were drunk into his seductions.
But then once again, the euphoria disappeared right before you were about to reach your peak.
The deprivation made you whimper, leaving your body to grieve at the only one thing that you couldn't reach. It wasn't what you wanted now, it was a need. Frustration flushed over you as the strong urge to orgasm was too strong to be forsaken.
You were too intoxicated in the world of pleasure that you didn't notice Sabo had your legs rested on his shoulders again, his chest rising up and down while he catch his breath.
It was all too much. Cruel. Overwhelming. The bullying, the edging, the rough thrusting. You couldn't help, but break down completely, weeping againts the wooden floor.
"Aww, what's wrong baby? Are you overwhelmed hmm?" he cooed, feathering your thighs, then trailed your calves with his tongue sensually while keeping eye contact with you.
"Daddy... please," you whined between sniffles, "I can't..."
"Can't what?" His voice was low, yet sirenic as he spoke, "How long do I have to torture you in order to get you to use that dirty mouth of yours, baby?" His tone was serious now, like something inside him was impatient and bitter.
"I wanna cum, please! Please let me cum, daddy I can't take it anymore— Just please..." You begged, the tears mixing with your sweat as they overflowed.
Sabo hovered back on top of you, his expression immediately softened into a pure satisfaction, kissing your dampened cheeks as he comforted you. "Now that's a good girl. I don't know why is it so hard for you to tell me what you want. You know daddy always takes care of you."
He planted an affectionate kiss on your lips, before locking his eyes with yours which glistened with tears like a diamond. "Right baby?"
You sniffled and gave him a small nod, your lips slightly pouting as it quivered.
He smiled, wiping down the tears that were still flowing down your face, "Good." He gave another kiss on your lips before entering inside your drenched walls again.
His pace was steady, enough for you to feel comfortable this time. You wrapped your legs around his waist once again, securing him to make him hit deeper inside you. Sabo pulled your chemise all the way up to your chest, exposing your flushed, sweaty breasts.
With one hand, he pinched your nipple, twisting it like a dial ring, causing you to become overstimulated from the overwhelming sensations. His cock stroking your walls, hitting your cervix with right amount of pressure, making you squeeze every inch of his veins in taut.
Once more you felt the coil of heat winding to its climax in your abdomen, while hoping he wouldn't block your path into paradise. Your velvet walls clamped around him as his thick cock tugged at the strings, pulling them hard.
"I wanna cum— aahm, please let me cum, daddy." You looked at the eyes you loved when you pleaded, showing him that you really need the relief antidote for your body that had been desperate for it ever since the moment you stared at him reading.
"Yeah? Wanna cum all over daddy's cock?" Sabo cooed softly, his hand that was teasing your breast moved down to pressed your clit, hard, and rubbed in circular motion.
"Mhmm..." You nodded, you could feel yourself falling from the cliff, gravity pulling and pulling you to the ground,
and snapped.
The tightly wound spring splintered open, sending shockwaves through every trail of your veins, causing your body to quake from the rushed adrenaline as you moaned in a long note. You heard Sabo grunting in the crook of your neck, a mixture of curse words and your name were being chanted like a prayer as he chased his orgasm.
"Jesus, fuck— Oh baby I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna—" He buried his hips deep against your flushed thighs, shooting ropes of hot and thick semen into your oppressed pussy, stashing his seed deep into your cervix. He chased his high before his strength gave out, his body flopping down to the floor, next to your limp body.
Both of you panted, clawing for oxygen with your chests rolling like a turbulent sea. The sweat-slicked bodies and the sounds of heavy breathing on the floor created a heavy scent of sex throughout the room.
You turned your head weakly, looking at Sabo, who had his eyes covered with his forearm, focusing on swallowing air into his lungs.
"Baby?" you called, your voice soft.
He lifted his arm, swivelling his head towards your voice. You motioned your eyes to your hands that were handcuffed underneath you, a silent gesture of telling him to remove them.
"Oh shit."
He quickly got up, removing his gloves with his teeth and kneeled beside you, uncuffing the fur manacles from your wrists. After he was done, he scooped you up into a bridal style, lifting your weak body from the cold floor and made his way to the bed.
He laid you down to the mattress gently like you were a fragile statue, then crawled in beside you, lifting the blanket to cover your body together with his.
He held you close to his chest, your hands leaned against his chest, feeling alive again that you finally able to touch him.
"Are you alright, my love? Did I hurt you in any way?" he inquired in a delicate tone, taking your wrists into his bare palms and stroking them gently with his thumb.
You shook your head and tilted your head up to catch his gaze through your half-lidded eyes. "I'm fine... just sore..." You murmured, offering him a small smile before hiding yourself back into the crook of his neck.
"Want me to run you a warm bath?" he asked gently, kissing your head while massaging your thigh to alleviate the stiffness. You only shook your head again.
The gentle massage your lover was providing you were so soothing it made you fall asleep. Sabo didn't stop, his fingers kept massaging you even when he heard your soft snores. He leaned down and gave you one last goodnight kiss to the crown of your head.
ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃 mdni; Sabo teaches you how to use your mouth properly.
Sabo x fem!Reader one shot smut.
Inspired by the song "Billie Bossa Nova" by Billie Eilish.
// cw: floor sex, orgasm delay, daddy kink, glove kink, praise kink, breeding kink, pet names, dirty talk, dacryphillia, nipple play, p in v, aftercare
wc: 3.4k
× Originally posted on ao3 ×
The room was dimmed with a sweet, rose scent covered by the silent dancers of light, swaying to the air, whispering seduction to the shadows. Tears of wax slid down like pearls, tracing passage of times.
Your soft hair hung flowy behind you as you were lying on your side on the bed, your head cradled against your hand while twirling a strand of your hair around your fingers with your free hand, your eyes fixated on your lover, Sabo.
Sabo was sitting in a love seat that was placed in front the bed, a book propped in his gloved hands with his legs crossed as he read a historical novel with his glasses. He loved history; he loved to unravel the raw reality like how he loved to unravel your body when he controlled you in bed.
Staring at him was never a bore to you. He was like a canvas of art that conquered the whole room, leaving only itself. With his navy blue button down, exposing a little of his firm pecs, sleeves that were rolled up to his elbows, few veins trailing along like braches of a tree spreading from its trunk, and black pants— gosh, he was clearly the definition of seductive.
He had always looked attractive to you, but there was something about the way he looked tonight, causing a flame of lust to burn behind your eyes as you were imagining all the dirty things you desired for him to make it come true for you. It made you lick your lips and bite them gently, your thighs rubbing slowly together, trying to find a sensation to relieve the heat that was forming in between your legs.
"Is there something that you want, doll?"
Sabo asked, without even looking at you. He knew you were admiring him the whole time, he could feel it even from miles away as if he was using his haki. His voice made you sit up gently on your calves, your knees sunk into the mattress and your hands fidgeting the hem of your silk, black laced chemise.
Your silence was your response to him as you were feeling shy at him suddenly catching you staring without even looking. He finally shifted his eyes from his book and caught your gaze, a blush crept up your cheeks. He put his book down on the coffee table next to him and pushed his glasses up to his blonde hair.
"Come here," he ordered, gesturing you to sit on his lap by patting it. You crawled off the bed and walked over to him like a child who knew what she did wrong and too embarrassed to admit it.
For a second, you only stood in front of him, the shyness was hugging you too tight— you couldn't even look at him.
He patted his thigh again, "I said— sit." His voice was dark and sharp, clearly wasn't in the mood to play around.
You sat, your legs straddling his lap and your hands resting onto his chest. You kept your gaze down as you were too fluttered to look at him.
"I'm sorry, Sir..." you murmured.
"Mmm? What are you sorry for?" He pushed your hair behind your ear, taking a good look at his true love.
"For interrupting you reading..." You slowly shifted your eyes to his, finally having the courage to fixated his vision.
"Oh no, no my baby, you would never interrupt me at all, but you've been staring at me since I started reading my book you know that, doll?" His voice was delicate as he spoke.
You slightly bit your lip and nodded.
He smiled, pinching your cheek fondly. "Good. So tell me, what were you thinking the whole time you were staring at me mm?" His hands were caressing your bare thighs as he waited for your confession.
Obviously you were too bashful to tell him that you had been imagining him railing the lust out of you until you beg him for mercy. So, you only kept quiet and let the strawberry tint paint your face, hoping he would use that as evidence instead for his analysis.
"There'll be a punishment if you don't answer, love," he warned, his hands slowly travelled to your ass, squeezing it tenderly. A soft whimper escaped your lips when he started squeezing harder, forcing you to speak. You felt the buldge in his pants was seeking for pleasure underneath your heated core.
"Mmhm Sabo..." you whimpered, hiding yourself in his neck and clutching his clothes. He palmed your clothed pussy with one hand, feeling the wetness that you had drenched from your dirty visualisations of him earlier. He smirked as he had discovered your alibi.
"Dirty little girl," he cooed, sliding his fingers into your panties, teasing your dripping slit that was aching for his cock. You let out a yelp when he yanked your head by your hair. "You're still getting punished for not talking."
And that was how you were going to witness your desire getting fulfilled by him.
He crashed his lips against yours, claiming the air right out from your lungs, his tongue pushing through—a forced command for you to open wide for him and you obeyed, accommodating him to swirl along with your tongue, causing you to moan in desperation as you were starving for him.
It was an aggresive collision of teeth, a mutual starvation so eager that mixed saliva slicked all over your and his chins. Your hands tangled in his blonde hair, diving him deeper into your mouth while he swallowed every moan that escaped your throat.
He held your thighs and got up from the loveseat, stepping away with you in his arms before lowering you to the floor without breaking the kiss, the amber‐toned oak wood cold against your skin.
You bucked your hips against his knee, trying to get some friction for your neglected cunt. A soft whine escaped your throat when he bit your bottom bruised lip sharply as he dropped his mouth down to seize your throat, carving hungry lovebites into your flesh.
Your hands blindly reached for the buttons of his shirt, desperate to strip him off to feel the heat of his body, but his gloved hand caught your wrists like an iron and pinned them above your head.
"Ah ah, patience doll," he husked, his warm breath brushed against your skin, making your skin crawl with goosebumps.
He reached for something behind his pocket with his free hand, a sound of metal clinking together. Before you could process the sound, Sabo flipped you to your stomach and brought your hands to your back. The fur handcuffs clicked shut around your wrists.
"Since you don't wanna use your mouth to speak," he said, his voice dropping into a cocky tone as he rolled you back onto your spine, "you don't get to use your hands to touch me."You lay trapped beneath him, your legs parted wide with him sitting in between your knees.
"Daddy, please..." you whimpered, giving him a pitiful look, hoping that would make him have some sympathy for you, but you knew he couldn't care less.
You could cry while begging and he still wouldn't give you any mercy, he loved torturing you in bed so much simply because watching you beg and desperate for him turned him on more, especially when you cry.
"Mmm what's that, baby?" he chuckled lowly, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your soaked panties, peeling them down your thighs and tossing them behind him. "I thought we were gonna play charades tonight, what changed?"
What a fucking tease he was. He knew you hated if you didn't get to touch him; it was your biggest pet peeve during sexual intimacy with your lover. Not getting to touch him was pure torture and unfairness.
To you though, not to him.
He leaned over you, the cold leather of his hand sneaking its way beneath your satin nightgown to tease your nipples, pinching and twisting while locking his eyes with yours. The leather was cold against your skin, making your buds twice as sensitive and your eyes squeezed shut. You moaned in pleasure, your body squirming underneath him, eager to touch him, but you knew you couldn't.
"T-touch me... please." A raw shame washed over you as you confessed.Sabo grinned at your concession, his hands still playing with your breasts, groping and teasing your nipples.
"Am I not touching you right now, doll? You gotta be more specific on what you want with daddy," he said, his playtime on your tits was getting harsher and harsher as he pinched and twisted your buds more aggresively than before, causing you to groan in pain.
"Argh! I want— I want your cock!— I want you inside me please, daddy!" you cried out, tears pooling in the corner of your eyes before they spilled into your hair, your lips trembling from enduring the affliction he gave you.Satisfied with your confession, he pulled away.
"Well, I can't say no to my baby, can I?" He removed his glasses from his hair, placing it onto the table behind him before unzipping his pants. His big, hard cock sprung out, throbbing and leaking with lust.
You licked your lips at the sight of his heavy veins mapping around his length.
Sabo grabbed your hips and hauled you close to his member, your calves propped over his broad shoulders. He slid his cock across your puffy wet lips, coating his length with your natural lube.
"Always so wet for me, such a good girl," he growled softly, aligning his tip to your long awaited entrance.
You swallowed a gasp when he pushed himself in you, all in one smooth thrust, burying himself all the way to your cervix, your velvet walls stretching around him. He hadn't even started pumping, but you could already feel yourself too full of him being inside you.
"Aahmm... 's too much..." You bit your lips as you whimpered, your head rolling back against the floor.
"Is it?" he sniggered, his hips cocking slightly to dive deeper into your hole. "Wasn't this exactly what you begged for, doll? You gotta take it, like it or not."
Oh you would be lying to yourself if you said this didn't turn you on more, you just loved it whenever he bullied you like this.
He didn't even give your body a moment to adjust and unleashed his ruthless pace, thrusting inside your walls fiercely. His leather fingers dug deep into your plush thighs, rooting you to his pelvis while his balls slapped hard against your ass in each thrust.
Screams of pleasure and wet smacking sounds that came from his brutal thrusts inside your tight pocket bounced off the walls.
Tears were streaming like river as you wept uncontrollably, the feeling of him finally fucking you with his thick member was delightful, but the pain was overwhelming you.
The way you were crying made his cock twitch inside you; seeing you were getting tortured by him— it could make him cum right there and then. He enjoyed it. He was obsessed with it. He would even hurt your feelings intentionally just to see you cry and that would worsen his libido over you.
"You're taking me so well, princess. Such a good little girl for daddy."
His prasing made your pussy clamp tight around him, forcing a ragged groan from his chest. His tip kissed your cervix from each ram he was giving, making your eyes turned white and orgasm reaching its end.
He could tell you were close from the way you were arching your back, but he pulled out completely.
Just when you were about to enter the gates to heaven.Your orgasm immediately faded.
The ecstasy that was rushing through your body shattered like glass, leaving you stranded and gasping for air, your hands clenching into a useless fists underneath you.
When you looked at your lover with your wet eyes, he had a mocking smirk plastered on his face.
"Daddy I—" you sobbed, your chest heaving from exhaustion, and your body sticky with sweats.You wanted to tell him you were close, but something told you he knew and that he was doing this on purpose.
"Mmm? Got something to say, doll?" he rasped, caressing your calves with his gloved hands and planting gentle kisses on them. The brash tone in his voice was slowly getting annoying as he kept on humiliating you, yet you savoured it.Silence secured your voice, your lips pouting and shaking from sobbing by his bully.
You slightly shook your head against the floor, your hands starting to get numb beneath your weight. It wasn't that you want him to stop, but you just wished he had some clemency for you, as your lover.
Sabo smiled, swiping his tongue slowly along the inside of his cheek before sliding his cock inside your wet tunnel again, sending a luscious prickle up your spine. His thrusts were slow and sensual this time, his hands propped on either side of you as he caged your frame. His chest dropped, pressing against yours, nuzzling himself into your neck. You hooked your legs around his waist, entwining his soul with yours like matching flames.
"I know you wanna cum, baby," he groaned, his thrusts were heavy and hot. "But, you gotta learn how to— fuck... you gotta learn how to use that filthy mouth of yours to ask for it." He pulled himself from your neck, just enough to lick your salty tears away from your face.
"God, I love it when you're crying like this. It makes me wanna cum right now."He collided his lips with yours, deeply and passionately kissing you it almost felt like an apology before he parted away. "But it wouldn't be so fun if I came too early would it?"
Your eyes fluttered as you looked at him with pure adoration, until they turned white when he set the pace into a rough, violent rhythm again.
It didn't take long since you were still sensitive from earlier, more than ready to let him suck the lust spirit out of you. Every plunge from him led you to the edge of the cliff, the pressure behind your navel knotted tightly, an iron fist gripping and pulling downward. It was decisively hypnotic that you were drunk into his seductions.
But then once again, the euphoria disappeared right before you were about to reach your peak.
The deprivation made you whimper, leaving your body to grieve at the only one thing that you couldn't reach. It wasn't what you wanted now, it was a need. Frustration flushed over you as the strong urge to orgasm was too strong to be forsaken.
You were too intoxicated in the world of pleasure that you didn't notice Sabo had your legs rested on his shoulders again, his chest rising up and down while he catch his breath.
It was all too much. Cruel. Overwhelming. The bullying, the edging, the rough thrusting. You couldn't help, but break down completely, weeping againts the wooden floor.
"Aww, what's wrong baby? Are you overwhelmed hmm?" he cooed, feathering your thighs, then trailed your calves with his tongue sensually while keeping eye contact with you.
"Daddy... please," you whined between sniffles, "I can't..."
"Can't what?" His voice was low, yet sirenic as he spoke, "How long do I have to torture you in order to get you to use that dirty mouth of yours, baby?" His tone was serious now, like something inside him was impatient and bitter.
"I wanna cum, please! Please let me cum, daddy I can't take it anymore— Just please..." You begged, the tears mixing with your sweat as they overflowed.
Sabo hovered back on top of you, his expression immediately softened into a pure satisfaction, kissing your dampened cheeks as he comforted you. "Now that's a good girl. I don't know why is it so hard for you to tell me what you want. You know daddy always takes care of you."
He planted an affectionate kiss on your lips, before locking his eyes with yours which glistened with tears like a diamond. "Right baby?"
You sniffled and gave him a small nod, your lips slightly pouting as it quivered.
He smiled, wiping down the tears that were still flowing down your face, "Good." He gave another kiss on your lips before entering inside your drenched walls again.
His pace was steady, enough for you to feel comfortable this time. You wrapped your legs around his waist once again, securing him to make him hit deeper inside you. Sabo pulled your chemise all the way up to your chest, exposing your flushed, sweaty breasts.
With one hand, he pinched your nipple, twisting it like a dial ring, causing you to become overstimulated from the overwhelming sensations. His cock stroking your walls, hitting your cervix with right amount of pressure, making you squeeze every inch of his veins in taut.
Once more you felt the coil of heat winding to its climax in your abdomen, while hoping he wouldn't block your path into paradise. Your velvet walls clamped around him as his thick cock tugged at the strings, pulling them hard.
"I wanna cum— aahm, please let me cum, daddy." You looked at the eyes you loved when you pleaded, showing him that you really need the relief antidote for your body that had been desperate for it ever since the moment you stared at him reading.
"Yeah? Wanna cum all over daddy's cock?" Sabo cooed softly, his hand that was teasing your breast moved down to pressed your clit, hard, and rubbed in circular motion.
"Mhmm..." You nodded, you could feel yourself falling from the cliff, gravity pulling and pulling you to the ground,
and snapped.
The tightly wound spring splintered open, sending shockwaves through every trail of your veins, causing your body to quake from the rushed adrenaline as you moaned in a long note. You heard Sabo grunting in the crook of your neck, a mixture of curse words and your name were being chanted like a prayer as he chased his orgasm.
"Jesus, fuck— Oh baby I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna—" He buried his hips deep against your flushed thighs, shooting ropes of hot and thick semen into your oppressed pussy, stashing his seed deep into your cervix. He chased his high before his strength gave out, his body flopping down to the floor, next to your limp body.
Both of you panted, clawing for oxygen with your chests rolling like a turbulent sea. The sweat-slicked bodies and the sounds of heavy breathing on the floor created a heavy scent of sex throughout the room.
You turned your head weakly, looking at Sabo, who had his eyes covered with his forearm, focusing on swallowing air into his lungs.
"Baby?" you called, your voice soft.
He lifted his arm, swivelling his head towards your voice. You motioned your eyes to your hands that were handcuffed underneath you, a silent gesture of telling him to remove them.
"Oh shit."
He quickly got up, removing his gloves with his teeth and kneeled beside you, uncuffing the fur manacles from your wrists. After he was done, he scooped you up into a bridal style, lifting your weak body from the cold floor and made his way to the bed.
He laid you down to the mattress gently like you were a fragile statue, then crawled in beside you, lifting the blanket to cover your body together with his.
He held you close to his chest, your hands leaned against his chest, feeling alive again that you finally able to touch him.
"Are you alright, my love? Did I hurt you in any way?" he inquired in a delicate tone, taking your wrists into his bare palms and stroking them gently with his thumb.
You shook your head and tilted your head up to catch his gaze through your half-lidded eyes. "I'm fine... just sore..." You murmured, offering him a small smile before hiding yourself back into the crook of his neck.
"Want me to run you a warm bath?" he asked gently, kissing your head while massaging your thigh to alleviate the stiffness. You only shook your head again.
The gentle massage your lover was providing you were so soothing it made you fall asleep. Sabo didn't stop, his fingers kept massaging you even when he heard your soft snores. He leaned down and gave you one last goodnight kiss to the crown of your head.
