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jujutsu kaisen (gojo, choso, geto) : one piece (mainly luffy) : demon slayer (giyuu, uzui, iguro, muzan, ubuyashiki) : blue lock (nagi) : attack on titan (eren)
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JUJUTSU KAISEN
GOJO SATORU
⊂⊃ how he’d moan being inside you for the first time [m drabble] (soon)
eren has missed you all day. all day. when he gets home and finds you soft and sleepy on your couch, he hates himself for how much he wants.
by the time eren made it home to your dimly lit, homey apartment, you were fast asleep. he had gone over to armin’s house—spent half the time playing video games and the other half wishing he was at home with you, whether that be just holding you or other things. you had tried to wait up for him, you really had, but the movie you had on was boring you to death and you barely had a reason to be awake when he wasn’t home. you told yourself you would wake up by the time he made it back—be there to greet him and pull him to bed—but clearly, that wasn’t the case.
the door was quiet, albeit a bit squeaky as it shut behind him. “baby?”
no answer. he sighed, a hint of a smile pulling at his lips. he set his stuff down near the door before padding over to the living area, your form looking soft and docile. you had not bothered with a blanket to support you during this impromptu nap, your shirt riding up around your sides to reveal the fact that you were wearing only panties (the soft black ones he had thoroughly enjoyed taking off you last time, midnight you) and limbs curled up into yourself like you were missing warmth. his warmth.
he took a deep breath. you looked so pretty and gentle like this. he had missed you so much. though he would more willingly go into cardiac arrest before admitting it, even sleeping, you were one of the most enticing things he had ever laid eyes on (he thought so, at least). so vulnerable and utterly his like that. he could just…
no, no, no. that was so silly of him. he sat down at the edge of the couch, dragging a hand down his face and huffing dramatically as if breathing hard enough could rid these thoughts from his head. of course, he knew he was allowed to. the conversation had been shared—the do’s and don’t’s of what to do. he had been wary of the idea when you first proposed it, but the way his face heated up when you showed him an example was telling enough. he liked it. he loved it, actually, and it made him feel so dirty. the thought of you, all pliant beneath his hands, waking up softly in nothing but pleasure and the feeling of him had his pants getting tight already.
shit.
he glanced down, the familiar ache between his legs becoming more prominent with every lewd, nasty thought bouncing around in that brain of his. his hand snaked down to palm himself through his sweats, breath hitching at the pressure of it. he kept quiet like it was something forbidden.
he could give in just this once. you had said you liked it, didn’t you? he had to remind himself of that, because as much as he denied it, he lived to please you.
relenting, he maneuvered himself behind you, your stomach pressed into the cushion and hips propped up just enough to let him get in real close. he allowed himself the momentary pleasure of grinding into you, bulge against the chub of your ass, catching on the lace of your underwear in a way that made him gasp. he tugged his pants and boxers down his hips, allowing himself to free from the confines of the fabric. his cock nestled against your clothed core, flushed pink with a bead of precum beginning to spill from the tip.
“shit…” he exhaled. he pushed your panties to the side, thumbing your clit for just a moment—he refused to give nothing, even if you were still in the realm of sleep. or maybe he just liked touching you.
eren wrapped a hand around his aching length, rubbing the head along your slit with a shuddering thing too close to a whimper for his masculinity. he pushed in then, inch by inch. he bit down hard on his lip when his hips came flush with yours.
“f-fuck. missed you so much, baby. hah-“
the words were nothing more than a murmur, but true all the same. you stirred slightly. he rubbed your side and began to move, giving shallow, desperate thrusts at first. like parting from you too much hurt. like he couldn’t bear being anything less than intertwined with you.
“…eren?” it was a gasp, almost. you came to with no sensation aside from the feel of flesh against the backs of your thighs and fullness. that was the only way your sleepy, dazed mind could phrase it; you weren’t awake enough to identify anything other than good and eren, eren, eren. you peered at him lazily over your shoulder, lips parting with a whine as his pace became deeper, more purposeful. “e-eren-“
his forehead met your shoulder blade, brows knitting as his hips gave an involuntarily sharp thrust. “shh, baby. it’s me. i’ve got you. just stay here and feel good for me.”
you didn’t have the mental capacity to do anything other than arch your back and mewl, eyes fluttering shut again. “y-yeah. I can…”
his fingers, all blunt nails and lack of restraint, dug into your hips. “yeah. good. so good.”
you pawed gracelessly behind you until your hand found his hair, tangling idly in the strands. he pressed instinctively into the sensation. he had left it down today, you noticed. he was always so pretty like that.
“don’t say shit like that or i’ll- ah-“ eren’s voice broke.
oh. you hadn’t meant to say that last bit out loud.
eren’s arm, lean and tan, snaked around your front. the light calluses on his fingers dragged across your stomach, muscles flexing in turn with the touch. every nerve within you was set alight, though your mind was still dim to some extent, you could feel. fuck, how you could feel.
his hand continued down past the lace he had haphazardly pushed to the side, circling your clit with something akin to determination. your hips jerked into it, the dual stimulation almost too much for you to process. you could almost hear the satisfaction in his voice when he said next, “so good for me. you wanna cum?” he hummed when you nodded dumbly, the sound vibrating against your back. “yeah. want you to cum for me too.”
his hips stuttered slightly, a ragged noise crawling up his throat and being released against your clothed flesh. “please.”
your hand moved from his hair to a less awkward position, gripping at his wrist where he had coiled it around your body. and oh, it was good. you could not think and could only feel and hear and breathe him in. everything was him. “eren- oh, fuck, please. please i’m-“
he didn’t let up, just murmured quiet assurances against your shoulder as he felt you clench around him. the moment you cried out and he felt you spill around his cock, he crumbled, biting into the curve of your neck as he pressed himself deep inside and came. his groans were muffled yet still incredibly real as he spilled inside you, his vision going blurry for a few seconds before you both came down from the high. the warmth of him settled in your belly, and for a moment, all you could do was lay there, sticky and still half asleep.
he pressed a kiss to your nape. it said more than words could—if you could even form those right now. he let the weight of him settle on top of you for some blissful moments, breathing hard against your shirt and taking in the scent of that new soap you had bought and coffee and sex that clung to it. he let out a long breath, thumb rubbing soothing circles into your stomach.
i know i went mia for a couple of months. i’ve been dealing with a lot especially now that i’m taking college more seriously— but i’m working on a lot of new stuff for you guys now :3 it is going to be a little more different from my usual writing style, i’m including more kinks + scenarios on the darker side.. but i promise to bring you sluttier, more freaky writing.. and for more characters outside of op luffy
“Hi hi hi!!! For the follower request event, can i get a pizza delivery Ace? Sweet boy, kinda clueless, and a sweet reader as well? 🥹❤️”
MATURE WARNING(S) : unprotected penetrative sex, cheesy porno dialogue, cunnilings (you sit on his face), slight breeding kink if you squint, afab/fem reader, Ace thinks you’re really pretty, thick!dick ace (canon), switchy!ace, & he calls you “sweetheart/pretty girl.”
DIRECTORS CUT : for my love @kingofthe-egirls !!! I loved this prompt so much and have been itching to complete it since I saw it. Thank you for requesting, hope you enjoy. 🖤
A Friday night with nothing to do, a product of boredom. You didn’t feel like doing anything tonight, especially cooking. Sitting in your apartment in shorts too tiny for your ass and a tight tank top, waiting for your pizza delivery.
Getting your usual favorite combo from the local shop guarantees a good comfort meal with some quiet TV before you head to bed. The couch offers you adequate back support after a long week at your desk, sighing and falling into the cushions while ads play in the background as ambiant noise.
Time slips you before there’s a series of knocks at your door, playing a rhythm as you’re pulled from your trance. “Yo, Delivery.”
Checking the peep hole before unlocking the door you’re faced with the cutest delivery boy. He’s in shitty combat boots and cargo shorts matched with a half buttoned uniform shirt. His long wavy black hair kept under a hat as he reads the receipt, “a large pizza for y/n?” You open the door wider as you step into frame. “Ohhh, for miss pretty y/n,” he corrects himself, tipping his hat at you with a smile.
Giggling slightly you cover your mouth, “yeah, y/n. Thank you so much, let me get my wallet.” You wish you could invite such a cutie inside but you know it’s against better judgement. Turning around you make your way through the apartment looking for your wallet.
Ace, the delivery boy, grins watching your dainty ass sway as you saunter back inside. Tiny shorts riding up between your cheeks as you bend over the counter, but he’s just the delivery boy. A distressed look crosses your face before you walk back to the doorway where he’s leaning. One arm holding your pizza and another flexing as he rests his weight into it.
“Everythin’ ok?” A pretty girl like you should never have such a perturbed look spread across your face like that.
You lean forward, studying his name tag. “I’m sorry Ace, I can’t seem to find my wallet. I must’ve left it at work.” Feeling like an idiot you’re barely able to look at him. The guilt of making him come all the way from across town to deliver your order setting in.
“I can help ya find it,” he offers, ignoring the fact he’s on the clock. It’s not the first time something like this has happened at work, just not to someone so enticing.
“No no,” biting your lip as you try to think of a solution that’ll remedy the situation. You look at him, worried to find an annoyed expression on his face but you heat up finding such a soft handsome gaze thrown your way. A complete stranger so bothered by your troubles. “How bout I pay you back? Whaddya say?”
Confused, he tilts his head; was that not the problem in the first place? “How,” he asks curiously.
Looking into the hallway, you check down both ends before tugging him inside by the collar. “Like this.” Leaning on your tip toes not letting go of his shirt you kiss him softly, taking over his senses with your soft plush lips against his. Ace drops the pizza and doesn’t even bother to catch it as it clatters to the floor. “That ok with you?” Your eyes looking at his lips and then back to the rest of his face.
He’s lit up bright red as he nods dumbly, “more than ok.”
You push him back against your front door chasing his lips once more. He tastes like cinnamon gum as you swipe your tongue against his bottom lip, eager for entry into his mouth. He grants it to you unquestionably, equally craving the feel of your heated tongue sliding against his. Muffled groans escaping him as your hands caress his warm exposed skin beneath his shirt.
“You’re s’good at this,” he says in between each wet smack of your mouthes. His hands wrapping and groping along your waist and backside, kneading the plump flesh like playdough. The cutest part is he’s much taller than you, bending down so you can kiss him how you want.
“You think so? I can get better.” One of your hands leaves his chest, trailing down his toned body as you palm his hardening cock in your hand. “Oh, and you’re so big Ace. Almost like you’re paying me with all this.” Heavy breaths leaving him as you cup his dick tenderly and give such feverish love to his neck all at once. It has him rutting into your hand trying to satiate that itch that’s been bothering him ever since he saw you in the doorway. Little shorts leaving nothing to the imagination.
You unzip his cargos, leaving only his thin boxers between his growing length and your nimble fingers. He rolls his hips harder each time you tease the waist band and lick his lips as you both swap saliva. “Stop teasin, thought I was ‘sposed to get paid.”
“You’ll get compensated, delivery boy,” you grab him by the belt loops as you lead him to your couch. Smiling as you push him back, he plops against the cushion with a soft ‘hmp’. Ace takes off his shirt, throwing it to the side as he man spreads to ease the ache in his balls, bulging erection awaiting your attention. “Want your dick sucked or what?”
While that sounds like a great idea, Ace is more eager to taste the sweetness between your legs. “Sit on my face pretty girl, wanna eat you.” He pulls you by the back of your thighs, edging you closer to his body as he starts to slide down your shorts. His forwardness makes you glow, slotting your hands in his hair, ruffling it slightly while he tends to your clothes. For a delivery boy, he sure knows the art of seduction. You’re practically dripping for him already.
He kisses your hipbone while waiting for you to join him on the couch. Sliding down the cushions, grabbing hold of your legs as you mount and hold the backing. “You sure?” He stares up at you from the valley of your swell breasts and smooth tummy, not having any of your objections. He sits up to swipe his wet muscle from your clit down. A soft ‘oh’ leaving your lips as he gets to work.
“Mhhm,” he moans as he taste you, almost analyzing its components like a savory sauce. He plants his hands on your waist, pulling you down further onto his mouth— it’s as if he’s not afraid of suffocating down there.
He’s eating you out like a man starved, dipping and curving his tongue into your oozing hole before suckling on your clit. He ignores the mixture of spit and slick on his chin as he devours you greedily. “Pussy’s so fuckin’ good, could eat this every day.”
Your soft moans encourage him to give you more, he needs you to fuck his face. He uses those same hands to hook around your ass and thighs, dragging you down on his tongue as he licks your insides. “Oh shit, ah— wait Ace,” you try to sit up, running from all the attention but it’s no use.
His strong arms keep you planted in place, “no runnin’ m not done yet.” Fuck this guy is hot, it’s like he’s straight out of a shitty 80’s porno as he makes you cream against his mouth. He slurps and sucks your hole as you whine loose chants of his name.
Adding his hands into the mix when he slides two fingers knuckle deep inside you. Scissoring your tight walls, you shake feeling those calloused pads massage your g-spot. “Gotta cum for me sweetheart, then I’ll fuck you as a tip.”
It feels even closer cause his tongue does not relent from your throbbing bud. Sliding it back and forth while his fingers give you something to squeeze on. “Yes yes, like that!” You sound so raunchy taking advantage of his face; running your hips in a figure eight along his tongue.
He’s grinding against the air trying to find friction, shallow thrusts up that match the pace of his fingers inside you. So close, you start pinching your nipple trying to tip yourself over the edge of raw pleasure. The pizza delivery boy of course notes this, groaning as he watches you play with yourself. He wants to replace his hand with yours, pinching and tugging at your dark bud. But, he has to keep you in place while he fucks you on his fingers. “Gonna— oh fuck,” here it comes.
Your orgasm crashes hard, washing over you in one big wave as you almost collapse on his face. He drinks whatever you offer as you whine and cry out, it’s too good. “Think you’re stretched? Cause I really wanna fuck you now. Ya look really hot when you cum.”
He’s swiping the culminating wetness from his face into his mouth, sucking the fingers he had inside you like a greedy bastard. Licking and suctioning onto the pads to emphasize how needy he is for you. Oh, he’s good.
“Be my guest, pretty boy.” Ace has never really thought of himself as pretty, so hearing someone as beautiful as you say it, it must be true. He flushes a light shade of pink while removing the rest of his clothes.
“Condom?” Like an idiot, he didn’t bring any and his wallets downstairs in the shitty delivery car where he typically keeps one if he’s lucky.
“Want you inside, I’m on the pill.” Oh.. and he gets to pound you raw? He’ll definitely be coming back here. Shaking your ass back and forth at him as if to invite him over. “Cmon I want the tip already.” He laughs at your two way pun, rubbing your ass in his hands as he marvels the sight of you bent over the side of the couch.
Ace sees his hard work continuing to drip down the insides of your thighs, smirking while lining his fat tip up with your cunt. He spits in his hand before pumping himself to make sure it’ll fit just right. You’re pushed forward till your hips meet the arm of the couch, sandwiched between two immovable forces.
He’s trying his hardest to not just slam into you, your pussy is so warm and wet around his cock and there’s nothing separating the two of you. You’re squirming from the sheer size of his length even after all that work he did to prep you. “Doin’ so good taking all of me sweetheart. Just a lil’ more.” He doesn’t know if he’s saying that for you or himself at this point, the way your bare walls grip his cock makes him double over.
The couch gives before Ace does, each thrust of his strong hips into you makes it creak and slide forward. He starts off with deep punctuated strokes, each one earning a high pitched cry from you. He’s pummeling your cunny, making your hips rub against the arm as your knees begin to buckle.
“Feelin’ good pretty girl?” But when you go to open your mouth any answer is replaced with moans that sound so pornagraphic. “Fuck your cunts so good. Suckin’ me in.” Being drilled by the hunk of a man behind you and the friction of being fucked into the couch is bringing you near your second orgasm of the night, you start to feel it licking at your insides tentatively.
Ace isn’t in much better shape himself, fucking your pussy raw is taking all of him to shoot his load right in you. He needs to get his moneys worth after all. “Can’t cum yet pretty, wanna see you.”
He moves you both to the couch so you’re flat on your back, one leg hooked around his small waist as another dangles off the couch. “Easy baby, remember to breathe,” he says before easing himself back in. That feeling of fullness returns and brings a dopamine rush with it as he flashes a toothy smile your way. Savoring the feeling of sliding his tip through the gummy resistance.
Your body is so warm beneath him as he drives in and out of your soaking cunt. “Cmon’ give it to me baby. Know you were so close…” Ace trails a hand down your abdomen, spreading his palm across your stomach as leverage while he fucks you stupid. Hair shrouding his face as he coos at you. “Please, dont wanna without you.”
The way he pleads for you is what does it, breaking the dam that was holding back another mind shattering orgasm from this sexy delivery boy. “Ahh fuck, cumming— oh! I’m-” you’re gripping onto him for dear life, firm biceps not budging an inch even when you start to dig your nails into his skin.
It all happens so fast he doesn’t even realize he’s also cumming right behind you, too caught up in the way your sultry lips fall into an “O” shape as you scream his name loud enough to be heard by the entire complex. He buries himself to the hilt, mind boiling with the thought of how he’s fucking his cum into you raw. For some reason the idea only pushes him to not pull out, letting you keep all his seed as he mewls. “Take it, take it all,” sweat accumulating at his hairline.
You’re squeezing him like a damn vice while you come undone, face scrunched so pretty. It makes his cock ache inside you, relishing in the soft sighs that come from your parted lips.
You both start to come down from your lust filled highs when he speaks again, “mhhhm, you’re still a few cents short.” He kisses you, leaning forward and almost suffocating you into his large chest.
... ✸ nsfw op drabble.. cw// drool kink, gn!reader, luffy being filthy n slutty..
masterpost
luffy was always one of the more messier strawhats, always getting foods stains on his favourite fabrics. devouring one of sanji’s meals until he’s left the only remaining proof of the foods existence lingering around his mouth and fingertip. even clumsily knocking over plates, and random objects around the thousand sunny onto the ground.
his kisses were no different. always so sloppy and messy with it when it came to making love to you. it’s not like luffy didn’t know what he was doing— hell he’s been told countless times to be more neat and tidy.. but something about seeing you covered in his spend, hair messy with your lips parted had his cock twitching so violently.
luffy enjoyed making a mess of you. weather it was having his own saliva down drip onto your chin from making out with you— feeling the wetness of your tongue sliding against his, or sliding around his cock. he’d instantly get off over and over again from just watching your lewd expression as you swallowed his fluids.. he vowed to himself ever since then to spit and cum into your mouth more often.
he enjoyed this feeling, such that he never bothered improving his own sloppiness ..it was something that turned on the both of you, and luffy wasn’t going to stop anytime soon.
... ✸ nsfw op drabble.. cw// drool kink, gn!reader, luffy being filthy n slutty..
masterpost
luffy was always one of the more messier strawhats, always getting foods stains on his favourite fabrics. devouring one of sanji’s meals until he’s left the only remaining proof of the foods existence lingering around his mouth and fingertip. even clumsily knocking over plates, and random objects around the thousand sunny onto the ground.
his kisses were no different. always so sloppy and messy with it when it came to making love to you. it’s not like luffy didn’t know what he was doing— hell he’s been told countless times to be more neat and tidy.. but something about seeing you covered in his spend, hair messy with your lips parted had his cock twitching so violently.
luffy enjoyed making a mess of you. whether it was having his own saliva down drip onto your chin from making out with you— feeling the wetness of your tongue sliding against his, or sliding around his cock. he’d instantly get off over and over again from just watching your lewd expression as you swallowed his fluids.. he vowed to himself ever since then to spit and cum into your mouth more often.
he enjoyed this feeling, such that he never bothered improving his own sloppiness ..it was something that turned on the both of you, and luffy wasn’t going to stop anytime soon.
there’s just something intoxicating about having the full attention of a man like ace, like holding the heart of the sun in your hands. making out with him is a full-body experience with the way he puts his whole soul, his whole being, into it, pulling you into his lap and wrapping his arms around you so you’re as close as possible.
ace kisses a little too messy, a little too feverish, and it’s entirely because he can’t get over the fact that he gets to kiss you at all. he doesn’t even know he’s doing it until you try to pull away and he chases your lips murmuring, “no come back, sweetheart, please. just a little longer.”
it’s even worse when he’s inside you and losing his mind at how warm and tight and wet you are around him. ace fucks into you with slow rolls of his hips, sucking on your tongue when you’re too cockdrunk and fucked out to kiss him back anymore. he’ll try to be helpful and lick at the drool seeping out of the corner of your mouth but just end up getting you even messier cause he’s lost all his coordination.
he thinks you taste the best when you cum, all salty tears and sweet desperation. you cry his name into his mouth, nails scratching down his back as you shake apart in his arms and ace all but melts into you with how fiercely he burns for you. you pour molten gold into the cracks of his soul and make him whole in a way he never thought possible. not for someone like him.
the kisses turn slow and sticky as you come down from your high and maybe he should pull back now, let you catch your breath but the thought of tearing himself away from you is unbearable when you’re so warm and soft against him. it doesn’t even matter that he hasn’t cum yet. as long as you keep kissing him, he has everything he could ever want.
cw: nsfw drabble, babysitter reader x mysterious never home older brother itachi troupe, afab!reader, cunnilings.
You’re Sasukes’ babysitter but yet you’ve never seen the oldest Uchiha son who’s always bragged about but never in pictures.
You hear Sasuke tell you stories upon stories about how great his big brother is but how he’s never home! You begin to wonder what he’s like, what features did he get from Mikoto or Fugaku, and what he could even be doing to be away all the time.
That is till you’re startled within the Uchiha estate by a beautiful man with long flowing black hair and sultry eyelashes. His lips accented by a plush cupids bow. No man should be this pretty. His voice so smooth as he asks for your name, thanking you for taking such good care of his little brother. Promising that he’ll return the favor when you’re not on the clock.
He’ll rest your legs in his hands as he folds you in half, licking you clean with his hot tongue. “If you’re still eager for payment, I can help with that.” His eyes glow in the night as he reminds you to keep quiet. It’s near impossible as he’s devouring you on the dining room table where anyone could walk in and see you shivering and writhing on his tongue.
Songs: "i hope you know what you're doing" by KING MALA, “Frankenstein” by Claire Rosinkranz
words: 1.1k
Luffy rolls the paper across the coffee table, his tongue stuck out to the side. Careful fingers pinch the ends, bringing it up to his lips to lick. He hands you the finished joint, letting you have the first hit.
You flick a portal to the tip of the flame of Luffy's bedside oil lamp.
You smell the sweet, green smoke as it catches with a floral undertone. You sigh as you exhale the smoke, having been stressed as all fuck this last week. You take the deepest breath you've taken all afternoon. The setting sun is filtering in through Luffy's porthole window, sending shafts of buttery light across his mattress.
Luffy is sitting cross legged in front of you, shirtless with his yellow sash tied around the waistband of his shorts. His abs are soft, undefined as he folds forward to curl his fingers around his toes.
He rocks back and forth, smiling as he waits for you to puff out your lungful of smoke. You do, as he reaches forward to take the half-burnt joint between his finger and thumb.
Your eyes are a little hazy, as you slowly feel the effect start to tingle down your spine. You close your eyes, and scoot around the coffee table to lie down with your head in Luffy's lap. He stares at you from above. His eyes are rosy, too.
Luffy finishes his drag, before leaning down to blow smoke into your mouth. You inhale, letting the stinging cloud fill your ribcage.
"Sweet girl," he says, voice raspy.
Smoke fills the room, curling up toward the wooden ceiling in wispy white ribbons. You portal up to stroke your fingers through it.
"Luffy?"
He hums, scratching at the base of your scalp. He strokes your dirty hair with steady fingers, leaning back against the wall as he does. Your eyes shut in pleasure. "What is it?"
You sigh, your hand flopping back down to your stomach. You’re all noodley, smoked out and fuzzy. You sniff.
"M'bored."
Luffy snickers, and leans down to kiss the tip of your nose. He scratches at your cheeks. His face is squished against your own, his rubber spine stretching so he can reach. He breathes smoky air against your nose. His voice is scratchy as he asks, “Whaddya wanna do?”
You hum, sliding your eyes up as you think. You smirk. “Sex?”
Luffy giggles, and leans down to kiss your cheek. “Make out first?”
You hum, sitting up to wrap your arms around his neck. He shifts you into his lap fully, his strong arms supporting your waist. He leans his head back against the cabin wall.
You suckle a slight bruise onto his neck, right below his pulse point.
Luffy groans, tightening his hands on your skin. His fingers dig in, and you know there’ll be bruises later. You like marking him, and seeing his marks on you, too.
His.
“Yours,” you whisper, ghosting your lips up the side of his face. He’s sweaty, summer heat getting to you all. He smells like musk and cinnamon bark. He scrapes his teeth along your cheekbone. “Love ya.”
“Love ya too, kitty.”
And then,
“Mine.”
He hums, nose pressed into the underside of your jaw, his hands rubbing warm circles around your waist. He loves you, and he shows it through touch. You love him, and try to show it in everything you do.
Luffy loves you.
He kisses the tip of your nose, before finally fitting his lips against yours. He kisses you slowly, softly, his lips still smoky from the joint.
You moan, stroking through the spiky hairs at the back of his neck. He’s got dandruff and grease, but you haven’t showered either and you don’t really mind. He smells like heaven, anyway.
You press your foreheads together.
“Let’s steam.”
****
Luffy sits on the soft wooden bench inside the ship’s bathhouse. You’re raking the coals of the fire out onto the stove, so you can pour freshwater over them. Steam fills the room, relaxing your muscles and softening your hair. Luffy fiddles with the damaged ends of your strands, his own face sweaty and flushed in the steam. His dark hair is sticking to his forehead. You brush it back for him.
Luffy hums, tilting his head so you can work your fingers through it. You rub at his scalp, dipping your fingers in the bowl of rosewater Sanji has started keeping in the steam room.
You scrub at Luffy’s hair, pulling through the strands to get any excess dirt or loose hairs out of his raven spikes. His hair is thicker than yours, with a coarse texture that you can never get enough of. His fingers ghost up the sides of your legs as you work.
“So soft, kitty,” he says, blissed out.
You lean down to kiss his cheek, before moving on to rinsing out his hair in the steam. There’s a wooden comb on the bench, and you start to detangle your captain’s hair. He smells like roses, now.
Luffy scrubs a washcloth over your skin, anywhere he can reach. The steam makes you both drowsy. You sigh, blinking bleary eyes to try to stay awake. As awake as you can, anyway, as steam like this still drains you. Although this method seems to be the easiest way for you two to get clean.
Once Luffy’s hair is all washed and combed, you switch seats so he can start working on your hair, too.
“So pretty,” he praises you, crooning over your hair as he runs his fingers through it. He doesn’t like washing his own hair, but he seems to enjoy steam baths with you. He scrubs his rough, calloused fingers over your scalp, sending tingles down your spine.
“S’nice, Luffy,” you say, eyes shut as you breathe in the floral steam.
“Hm,” he says, sleepy and relaxed, himself. “Let’s get snacks after this.”
“And a nap,” you decide, as Luffy starts combing through your delicate strands. He brushes all the flyaways from your face, combing backwards so your hair falls down your back in smooth sheets.
“Such a cute hairline,” he says, and the specificity of the compliment fills you with electricity. His own widow’s peak is revealed with his hair pushed back, too. “Ya hair’s always in your face, kitty. I like seeing it pushed back.”
“I like it, too,” you say, reaching up to touch the sharp V of his widow’s peak. He stares at you.
“I like you.”
And then,
“I wanna marry you.”
“Hm?” You say, half-surprised and half-asleep. “Thought ya didn’t wanna get married?”
“Changed my mind, so there.”
You smile.
“Okay, Luffy. I’ll marry you.”
He smiles too, shining eyes crinkled up in delight. He sets the comb back down by the rosewater. He skims his knuckles over your cheek.
content warnings: nsfw, med student!law, riding, perv!law, dick sucking, roles switch part way through, college au, maybe more.
plot: oh no! you’ve come down with the common cold and luffy suggest you visit his friend.. traffy? at the on-campus med clinic. seems simple enough till you’re fucking his brains out.
word count: 3.3k
It was just a simple cold, a quick trip in and out of the health clinic is all it would take. Get your decongestant, maybe a cough drop or two and lickity split you’d be better in no time. It’s not that you’re scared of the doctors office, just a bit wary of them whilst the process is long, arduous, and usually results in a headache. That’s why you thought the smaller on campus clinic would be quicker than scheduling an appointment, your friend Luffy said he knew the guy that worked there and added that he was, ‘grumpy but pretty practical.’ Went on a long tangent saying they’d known each other forever, yada yada, “go see him, he’d like you.”
It wasn’t a far walk from your dorm, plus it was a nice day out, the weather didn’t seem to make you feel any worse. When you walked into the small health center, you were shocked to see that no one else was there. The lights were dim in the main office and you would have sworn it was closed if a deep voice didn’t call out to you from another room, “Back here, what can I do for ya?”
You pull your jacket over yourself from the below sub temperatures when you make your way down the hallway. “Um… Traffy? Luffy said you’re studying pre-med. I just feel pretty congested is all..” You eye over the note Luffy had given you to double check the pronunciation, he knows you get pretty nervous at new places with people you don’t know. Annoyance shrouds his voice when he speaks again.
“Traffy? Of course that idiot told you to say that,” you can hear him sigh as you come up to the door. You shove the crumpled up piece of paper into your pocket simultaneously as you enter his office, shuffling awkwardly because he doesn’t look up from the paper work in his hand.
“Sorry bout that, what should I call you?” You can't see his face but he has short black hair that’s a bit messy, his hands show that he has vitiligo and tattoos? A bit built for a doctor, but the white lab coat makes him pop out amongst the pristine and dim space.
“La-” he finally looks up from his stack of miscellaneous books and papers but stutters over his words, “Traffy is fine.” He’s quick to clear his throat while giving a light awkward smile, all annoyance in his tone suddenly gone in thin air. You give a small wave as you pass your weight back and forth on the balls of your feet. The handsome man shakes his head in the act of doing a double take before he asks for your name. “Where are my manners, you are?”
“No no, it’s ok! y/n is fine,” your nerves cause you to mimic his verbiage as you stand planted in the middle of the room. He has these deep yellow eyes that stare you down while he asks you about your symptoms, asking when they first appeared and how long you’ve been feeling unwell.
He tsks which makes you gulp, worried that you’ve come down with a life threatening disease that seemingly has no cure. The snap of latex gloves against his tattooed hands snaps you out of your panic, “Well now, that just won’t do. No worries, doctor Law is here to help.” His low voice eases your nerves. As he stands up you realize how tall he is, and as his face comes into light you’re taken aback at just how handsome he really is. You’re almost annoyed at Luffy for hiding his hot friend from you, scruff that seems to suit him so well across his speckled features. Gold earrings with splotches of white hair scattered across his hairline. You’re praying your fever can explain why you feel so hot all of a sudden in such a cold room.
“Say ‘ahh’ for me.” His large hand rests underneath your chin, subtly tilting your head up to face him. Now you’re certain it’s not the fever that’s making you feel hot, it’s definitely him.
“Ahhh,” you stick your tongue out timidly, trying to avoid his almost predatory gaze while averting your eyes. All of a sudden his free hand enters your field of vision as two thick gloved fingers slide against your tongue, pushing the pads along the slimy surface. “Good,” he remarks monotonously, bright eyes never leaving your face.
Your mouth instinctively closes around his digits and you swear a light smile tugs at his lips before he retracts his fingers slowly. “Shit, sorry about that,” you say nervously, god you could jump off a bridge right now. How embarrassing, or so you think.
“Mhm, no gag reflex?” With his back turned to you he discards the gloves in a waste bin, ushering you to sit down on the examination table with a point of his finger.
You’re confused by his question, does he mean this in a medical sense or a practical one? The man is a doctor you suppose, it’s always best to be honest with your doctor, right? “Only when I’m brushing my teeth, why?” Those butterflies are back, causing you to swing your feet absentmindedly as you tell him the truth.
He returns to you with a stethoscope in hand as he places the ends in his ears. “Nothing, can you remove your jacket for me?” His demeanor makes your heart thump wildly in your chest, words that come out so smooth like he’s a practiced professional. You’re sure there’s something wrong with you because you’re getting turned on from a simple check up in the schools minute clinic.
You try to calm your heart as you take off your jacket, leaving you in a simple flimsy tank top. Hopefully he won’t be able to hear it’s [your heart’s] erratic beat. You curse yourself for not wearing a bra, you didn’t expect your ‘check up’ to go this way when you dressed yourself for the day, it was supposed to be a quick trip.
The cold air chills your nipples, making them visible through the thin fabric as they pebble up. Another pang of embarrassment stabs at your pride when he leans down to press the diaphragm over your chest.“Am I making you nervous?” It’s in the way he doesn’t even look at you as he presses the cold material over your blazing skin. “Your heart is beating so fast.”
“No…” you do your best to lie, hopefully that can save you or else you’ll have to hide in your dorm for the rest of your days while Luffy harasses you over embarrassing yourself in front of his friend.
“Your body doesn’t lie sweetness,” you can feel his stare drilling holes into your forehead now. “Ah, there it goes again.” You think you’re going to melt on top of his exam table if he doesn’t stop revealing things you don’t want to tell him. Your grip on the doctor roll makes it crackle beneath your hands as you try to calm down before you speak.
“What kind of examination is this anyway, I told you I’m just congested.” Defensiveness consumes you as you lean away from his touch, brain too rattled by his other worldly looks and words. You cross your arms and snub your head to the side, unbeknownst to you but most definitely to his own enjoyment it pushes your breasts together. You sigh, feeling bad for raising your voice at him. Maybe a bit of honesty will lessen the tension between you both.
“Look, I’m sorry for yelling, it’s just you’re really attractive and it’s making me nervous.” You drop your guard as you look up at him earnestly, apologizing isn’t always your strong suit.
He could be wrong, but he feels you want him in the way he wants you too. Luffy was right, his friend was hot. He’d heard about you in fleeting conversations, but was always curious to know what you looked like. There was just no way any normal person would want to be around that guy for more than a few minutes at a time. He could kill that guy for hiding such a beauty from him.
“I can help with that.” He turns his back to you once again, setting down his stethoscope. You’re gagged from the fact he blatantly ignored your confession. Your eyes that had drifted to the side now meet his as you stare at him wide eyed in disbelief. He leans over you, slotting his knee between your legs while his hands rest on either side of your head. You blink at him a few times dumbfounded because a few seconds ago you were sitting up but now lay flat on your back as he cages you in. Desire swirls deep in your stomach as you clench your fists.
He doesn’t make any sort of move on you till he has your consent. Sure he’s definitely already used some of his medical practice to his advantage, but he’s not here to hurt you. He won’t do anything to you unless he's sure you feel the same way.
You’re so turned on by it all that your legs squeeze together, interrupted by the knee slotted between them. “Please?” It comes out as more of a whine than anything while you place your hands on his shoulders, dragging him down to kiss you. It's sloppy and rushed at best, filled with mutual hunger as your tongues collide. His knee slides further and further upwards till it makes contact with your cunt that’s slowly becoming needier for more of his touch.
The swap of saliva is anything but sanitary and you almost feel bad for the fact you’ll get him sick after this. When he pulls away a string of spit connects you both, glimmering under the dimmed fluorescent lights, “here, lemme get that.” Traffy, or rather Law, swipes the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip trying to clean up the mess he’s made, a shame, you like it dirty. You catch the digit with your tongue before sucking it into your mouth, working your warm muscle all over whatever’s available to you. His eyes darken a shade as they gloss over when you release his finger with a loud pop sound.
“Is this still part of the ‘check up’” you tease, a coy smile tugs at your lips as you try to rock your hips against his knee. “Cause if so, I think I’m a little sick Doc.” He likes this flirtier side of you, what happened to the girl who walked into his office 30 minutes ago that couldn’t look him in the eye? Who knew such a shitty job with inadequate pay could be so fun.
Law lets his speckled hands run along your sides, groping whatever free skin he can. “Yeah? Think the only cure’s suckin me off. It’s terminal. Better work fast, doctor's orders.” His words send shivers of excitement coasting through you like waves. You’re entranced by that smirk of his, what other kinds of faces can a stoic man like him make?
You sit up to undo his belt hastily while he pulls your tank top off from over your head. It’s a flurry of items being removed till you’re sinking to your knees in front of him. Every part of him is beautiful, dark hair that stands out against lighter skin on his abdomen, additional tattoos that trail down his body that aren’t just on his hands. You could eat him alive and not spare a single bite, he’s tantalizing.
Those same bright eyes watch you now as you admire him, drinking you in. After you’ve finished checking him out you place your hands on his thighs, kissing the tip of his cock which makes him tense beneath your hands. “What, are you nervous, doctor?” He hisses in response, twitching tentatively right before your eyes. You lick from the underside of his base to the tip, running your tongue along his veins.
Law’s more of a pervert in theory rather than in practice, watching you eagerly suck him off like candy brings down all his resolve. His cock slipping in and out of your lips makes his toes curl. He’s trying to suppress whimpers by biting down on the back of his hand. Heat rises to his face as he melts like putty with each jerk of your wrist. “You’re so cute like this Traffy, feel so big in my hands.” He groans at your praise, eyebrows knitting together while sweat builds at his hairline. Those med school types are always such sluts for praise, you should have known.
You slide your tongue along his sensitive slit while your hand twists around his base. “Such a pretty boy, you’d let anyone who walks in suck your dick like this huh?” The role reversal makes him delirious, he’s whining for you like his life depends on it.
“N-no. Just you, swear.” His voice is trembling as he struggles to look you in the eye. He doesn’t want to cum yet but if you keep talking to him like he’s some kind of slut he just might. He can’t remember the last time someone’s sucked him off like this, treating his dick like a prized commodity, it’s too much for him.
You take all of him in your throat while breathing through your nose, grasping at his bare thighs with your well manicured nails. He’s so thick it surprisingly makes you gag around him, tears well up in your vision but you push through, bobbing your head along his length. Spit dribbles down your chin and he’s convinced you’re trying to suck him dry. “Fuck please, do-don’t stop,” he’s never felt this out of control in his life and for once it feels nice to let go. He cums down your throat with no verbal warnings but his body said everything, orgasm ripping through him with a guttural moan.
But you don’t stop, continuing to suck him through his climax till he’s doubled over whining. “You even taste good,” you say while licking the corners of your mouth and then your fingers, letting your tongue slide between the webs of your hands. It makes his jaw drop and he can’t even say anything, his dick gets hard all over again from feeling so desired. Seems he’s found a new favorite patient.
Law can’t just leave you like this, not after you swallowed his load like you’d done it a million times before. He drags your kneeling form up to sit in his lap, letting you settle on him. He finds the placement of your hands on his chest endearing, your fingertips trail his inked skin and it feels intimate for someone who just caused him to break plenty of OSHA laws upon their first meeting. “I want you to use me, show me how to make you feel good,” the tip of his nose grazes your cheek as he speaks low in your ear.
Oh god, he doesn’t even know. It’s like he’s just opened Pandora’s box without a care in the world, and worst of all he personally asked for it. You can only smile sweetly, “this time let me hear you.” He nods like a dog just given orders, resting back against his palms as he waits for instructions. Your hands continue to feel him up, raking your nails across his pecks or squeezing at his biceps while you praise his figure. Law continuously gets harder beneath you, not even he was aware of this newfound kink for praise. Precum leaks from his tip in globs, please for the love of god just fuck him already.
You take him with no prep, usually you’d make sure to stretch yourself but with how wet he’s made you it’s honestly unnecessary. “Aah— fuck wait wait. You’re so tight.” He tries bracing himself when you sheath him, hands come flying to your hips as he grips you in place. “Can’t.. you feel s’good,” he’s breathing heavily trying to ground himself. Maybe he’s bitten off more than he can chew.
“But you’re taking me so well baby, your cock’s perfect.” And again he moans, it’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever heard, he tries biting his bottom lip to silence himself but you roll your hips forwards. “I said, let me hear you.” You wrap your arms around his neck as you push yourself up by your thighs to drop back down again. Continuing the motion while he struggles to keep up beneath you. Law attempts to keep his eyes open but with his previous orgasm it’s borderline impossible, the rhythmic slam of your hips on his dick sends his mind somewhere hazy.
He’s too cute, falling apart like this. Zero composure left to his name as you bounce up and down. The veins on his cock rub so deliciously within your heat, every time they throb you’re sent into ecstasy. The table creaks and gives as you ride him, if anyone walked in right now they could hear it or him whimpering helplessly.
You lean forward trying to position yourself so your clit grazes his pelvis with each grind of your hips. “Touch me Traffy, anywhere please just touch me.” Your close, so close that you can feel the pressure building in your cunt. His mouth latches onto your nipple, kneading the soft flesh with practiced hands. The added sensation sends your head rolling back, tapered pants of how good he is at this and how you don’t want him to stop escape you.
The view is impeccable, delicate tits in his face while your slick pussy engulfs him. He watches the way your mouth moves when you say his name and saves the memory for later use when he’s all alone. It almost feels like a movie to him, but he knows a film couldn’t be as good as this. Even that stupid nickname he’s gotten over the years sounds so sultry coming from you right now.
Your hand comes down from his shoulder to push him off you and he’s startled, figuring he must have done something wrong, but then you’re touching yourself as you fuck him and he’s trying to keep the floodgates from pouring over. You twist and tug at your own breast before trailing it down your body, trying to relieve that desperate ache that’s built up throughout your trip to his clinic. His eyes are blown wide, pupils dilated as he watches your fingers drag through your folds and then your puffy clit. “Said you wanted to watch me, so watch pervert.”
Oh fuckkkk. His hips jerk, biting his own lip hard enough to draw blood as he coats your insides white. He can’t do anything but whimper and shake noisily, gravelly voice failing him because of how hard this second orgasm rips through him. “Yes yes yes! Fuck, you’re so hot.” You must be trying to kill him, he can’t take anymore of your praise or he’s going to have to come back for more.
“Such a slutty face, gonna make me cum all over this dick.” Your fingers work faster and faster over your nub bringing you closer to that euphoria. It’s licking your insides like wildfire and it truly feels like it might be the cure to any disease. Finally it crashes over you, the back of your thighs slap against his for the final time as you cream all around him. Hands shooting for his hair as you grind out the remainder of your high.
It felt so dirty to be used as a cock to fuck but dear god did it look so good. Your heavy breath hitting him in warm fans as your body calms down. “So..” you huff while laying down on top of him, “think I’m cured?”
“No, I think you’ll have to visit for regular check ups.” Those same hands that you first noticed when you walked in rub circles on the dimples of your lower back, another cheeky smirk from the med student following suit.
