When he wakes, Crocodile never puts effort into remembering his dreams. He has them, often more nightmare than dream, but he’s quick to forget them in pursuit of whatever his tasks for the day were. The day he wakes up after having a wet dream about you, he works hard to burn it into his memory, not wanting to forget even a moment of it, the sight of you and sound of your voice. It didn’t matter that it wasn’t real, he refused to forget it.
When he continued with his morning into the shower, he was reluctant to touch himself, it was long since beneath him. He does it anyway, panting as he leaned his forehead against the cool tile wall, working himself hard and fast until he coats the wall in cum, barely avoiding moaning your name as he did it. In that moment, his plans for the day changed to centre around you. He was going to recreate that dream if it was the last thing he did.
Mihawk
Considering how little he sleeps, Mihawk has dreams incredibly rarely. He sleeps so lightly, unable to dream in that state. Mihawk also isn’t repressed by any measure, but he doesn’t often pursue physical intimacy as he has little need to do so, and very little interest in the people around him. So, that being said, if he were to have a wet dream about you he’d be incredibly surprised. It’s been many years since he’d had any sort of wet dream, which leaves him feeling like a foolish teenager again.
That doesn’t stop him taking his cock in hand to work it lazily, visions of you flitting over his eyelids. It isn’t often he does something like that, certainly not on the open ocean where anyone could see, but he didn’t even think twice as he pushed his trousers down to have proper access. He could still hear your voice in his mind, moaning his name.
Safe to say, he rushes home.
Buggy
His sheets are already damp when he wakes up, but he isn’t embarassed no - Buggy dreams of you often, and more than once he’d woken up to find he wasn’t just leaking but he’d already cum in his sleep. He took his cock in hand to hurriedly finish himself off, hips rutting wildly upward, already beyond desperate. It doesn’t take long for him to be cumming in his pants, not having bothered to pull them down to touch himself.
After cleaning up, Buggy sets on his way to find you. Calmer, less needy, but still eager to recreate what he saw with you for real. He’s sure you won’t refuse, after all, you never had before.
Shanks
It happens to Shanks for the first time when he’s napping on the beach of an island they’d docked at to restock. He only wakes up, very rudely interrupted just as he was about to watch you cum, because some of the guys are whistling at him. He doesn’t realise why at first, until the wind changes directions and he realises his pants are damp. He’s rock hard, a small wet patch where his tip was weeping just a little. He laughed along with the guys at his own expense, and headed back to the ship to change his pants.
Naturally, on his way there, he found you and hauled you over his shoulder to take you with him because no way was he going to head back to the ship hard and dripping without fucking you within an inch of your life. Then he could change his pants.
Beckman
If there’s anyone that absolutely owns it, it’s Beck. He wakes up and takes a moment to adjust to being awake again, blinking away the sleep in his eyes before he simply throws his legs over the side of the bed to get up and find you. He doesn’t waste time touching himself, or anything else, just finds the source of all his issues. Your moans still ring in his ears as he roams the ship, flashes of images of you in various places on his travels. He’s bent you over just about every surface on the ship in real life, as well as his dreams.
It doesn’t happen infrequently, Beck snatching you up while you’re in the middle of a task to have his filthy way with you, but after he’s had a wet dream about you he’s particularly rough. He’ll bend you over the first surface he can find that’s semi-private and pound you until he’s happy. Of course, he won’t neglect your needs - he’s a considerate lover.
Hongo
Unlike most of his crew, Hongo is more patient. He’ll let his desire subside, and get on with his day as intended. He has an important job as crew doctor after all. But, once the sun begins to set and he’s done for the day, Hongo starts his plan. He sets up everything he needs to recreate the dream he had, then spends dinner whispering it in your ear, just a little bit at a time. Driving you both wild, knowing what was coming once the meal was over. He spares no detail, uncaring of who overhears, though most crew members know better than to listen in on what he whispers to you by now.
Then, he does precisely as he promised, he takes you apart bit by bit, driving you both to ecstasy more than once, all in the name of making his dreams a reality. That’s the point of being a pirate, after all.
Synopsis: After Gris almost died, you have a newfound need to bring him closer
Tags/Warnings: Gris/GN!Reader, unspecified genitals, smut, virginity loss, soft sex, praise, overstimulation, dirty talk, cream pie
Word Count: 2,424
Gris was one of the sweetest men you’d ever met, and certainly the sweetest man you had regular contact with. He was kind to everyone, with soft words and careful hands, helping and guiding all his friends toward success. He was the type of guy everyone wanted, but they all lost, because he wanted you. You were blessed, really. You’d been together for quite a while, but given how often he was out and about fighting trash beasts you weren’t able to spend much time together. You were based at HQ for the most part, in the medical bay, and so when he came home on the brink of death you were inconsolable. He was healed up in no time, of course, but the idea that if he’d come home any later that you may have lost him.. it was a lot.
That night, when he was finally back in your shared bed and in your arms, you had something to ask of him.
“Gris?” You said softly from where your head rested on his chest, just over his heart so you could hear it beating steadily, your own heart thudding in sync.
“Yeah?” He asked, hand stroking over your back slowly, up and down in a soothing motion. He was the one who’d almost died and yet there he was, doing everything he could to make sure you felt better.
“I want.. I want to have sex.” You admitted, voice soft, only audible because the room around you was so quiet. Gris paused, stock still for a moment, considering your words. He hummed, and with gentle hands pulled you closer until you were fully on top of him, knees either side of his hips.
“Yeah? Do you, or are you still just a little overwhelmed?” He asked, not judgemental or doubtful, just comforting. He wanted to be sure that you were making the right choice for you given how long you’d waited to have sex with anyone.
“I do. I want to feel close to you, and this is how I want to do it.” You said. Gris looked at you for a long moment, into your eyes, like he could find something there nobody else would be able to.
“Only if you’re very sure.” He said, and you just nodded, hesitantly grinding backward against his crotch.
The two of you had gotten pretty hot and heavy in the past, but never gone all the way, so you weren’t exactly innocent. He’d fingered you once, and if he’d not been called out to a job you were sure you’d have lost your virginity that day, as good as it felt to have his fingers inside you. When the days were dragging on and you had no work to do, you’d found your mind drifting back to that day often, fantasising about what could’ve happened next. Your thoughts were cut off by a large, gentle hand pulling you down by the back of your neck, until your lips were pressed against Gris’. His kisses were always warm, soft, they felt like home and always had.
“Go ahead, darlin’. Take it off for me, I’ll make you feel good.” He said, voice lower than usual, which made you shiver. You nodded and sat back to remove your shirt, leaving behind just your underwear. You shifted so you could pull them off and toss them aside, leaving you entirely bare, and covered in goosebumps from the cool air. Gris followed your example, sitting up as he did, then pushed you down flat on your back so he could kneel between your spread legs.
“You just relax.” He said, and you were powerelss to do anything but what he’d asked. So, you did, taking a deep breath, then exhaling all your worries.
Gris leaned down, large hands that often distracted you wrapping around your hips to keep them on the bed, then before you could process what was happening, his tongue was circling your hole. He had to get you wet somehow so he could work you open for his cock, and rather than attempting to find some sort of lube, he was going to do it the old fashioned way. His tongue was incredible, and in no time your back was arching and your eyes rolling back from the pleasure. Where you were inexperienced and unknowing, Gris was clearly well practised, and while others might be jealous of that, you were happy to take advantage of it to feel good. You reached down to tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging lightly as your hole clenched around his tongue. While one hand remained where it was, the other trailed upward slightly to press down on your abdomen, keeping you firmly on the bed, preventing you from running away from him as he ate you like a starved man.
“Been dreaming about this, darlin’.” He admitted, his breath warm but feeling cool against your wet skin. You shivered, attempting to grind down on his tongue which only served to make him chuckle. But he didn’t deny you for long, quick to dive back in to make you feel good all over again. Of course you knew people could cum from oral sex, you were no fool and you were a medical professional, but somehow you’d not expected that to be Gris’ goal. Apparently it was, as he simply kept going. He added one finger, then another, stretching you out as he continued to use his tongue on you, making you moan and attempt to writhe. You felt your orgasm begin to build as he scissored two fingers inside you, tongue flicking between them against your walls.
“Go on, I know you’re close. Let me taste you.” He urged, and that was the final straw, making you cum hard. Gris didn’t stop what he was doing, though he did slow down, allowing you time to recover. He licked up every drop of your release, then up your body to your mouth, kissing and nipping the skin along the way.
“Gris..” You whined, wrapping your legs around his waist. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then leaned in to kiss you again. Before it had been gentle, soothing, but now it was rough and messy, desperate. He needed you just as much as you did him. He lined himself up with your hole without stopping kissing you. You knew he was big, but shit he felt even bigger pressed against you like that. You wrapped your arms loosely around his neck, fingers playing with the hair at the base of his skull.
“Shit darlin’, you look so good like this.” He mumbled, voice thick and husky. Before you could reply he was slowly pressing into you, lips pressed against the side of your neck. You could feel his heavy breaths against your skin between wet kisses, like he couldn’t focus properly on what he was doing because of the pleasure that came from being inside you. Even though he’d spent time working you open with his fingers and tongue, working you to an orgasm before he brought his cock anywhere near you, it was a stretch to fit him, one that had your fingernails digging into his back and scalp, and heels digging into the flesh of his ass. Finally, he was all the way inside you, his hips flush with your ass, and he stopped there to let you adjust.
“Fuck Gris you’re so big.” You moaned, pulling your lower lip between your teeth to quieten yourself. A surprisingly rough hand took hold of your face and pulled your lip out from your mouth, the pad of Gris’ thumb holding it there.
“Don’t you dare. I’ve been- fuck- waiting so long to make you feel good like this. Don’t stop me hearing how pretty you sound.” He part pleaded and part demanded. You nodded quickly, resisting the urge to immediately do it again, as a response to being flustered rather than in an attempt to muffle yourself. He smiled warmly, and kissed you again.
“Thank you darlin’.” And then with that he began to slowly pull out of you, until only the tip remained inside. Even that felt huge inside you, in a way you couldn’t have imagined until that moment.
“Gris please don’t tease. I need to feel you.” You said, leaning up to press your forehead against his. He softly laughed, the sound warm and soothing.
“Okay, don’t worry. I’ll fuck you nice and slow, let you feel every inch.” He promised, but for some reason, the words didn’t soothe you - instead, they filled you with a twisted combination of dread and excitement. He made good on his promise though, pushing back into you until he was fully sheathed again, and that was how his rhythm started. Painfully slow. You understood then what he’d meant, and it wasn’t enough. It couldn’t be enough unless your every sense was entirely taken over by him, but despite your frustration, the pleasure was enough to overwhelm your inexperienced body, robbing your words from you. You moaned and writhed, bucking to meet his thrusts in an attempt to encourage him to give you more.
“Shh, it’s okay. I know what you need. Trust me.” He urged, soothing circles rubbed into your hip where his hand gripped tightly, his leverage to thrust into you. You whined your frustration, but didn’t attempt to stop him. Gris knew more than you, right? So you had no reason not to trust him, to not believe that he was going to make you feel good again. So even as his slow, gentle pace drove you insane, you moaned his name quietly, trusting that he’d bring you pleasure all over again.
It was painstaking, laying there and allowing him to work your body so slowly. The pleasure was torturous, but it was pleasure all the same. You’d protested again since the first time, but each time Gris had promised that he’d make it worth your while. It had been almost an hour since he’d started fucking you, still pressing kisses and whispering praises against your skin.
“You feel so good darlin’. M’sorry it’s taking so long. Just couldn’t resist, needed to savour the feel of you.” He murmured against your lips, kissing you again.
“Gris please-,” you whined again, “just wanna feel you fuck me properly.” He exhaled deeply, breath shaky.
“But you’re nearly there, c’mon. Let me show you.” He asked, and again, as you had every other time before, you nodded and allowed it. You trusted him with your life, and so you trusted him with your orgasm.
It took you by surprise how right he was when, finally, he added just a little extra pleasure with his hand on you, slipped between your bodies stroking you just right. He moved with expertise, like he’d already learned every inch of your body and just how to make you feel good. It was like he’d suddenly lit up every nerve in your body, and a few final thrusts brought your orgasm crashing into you before you’d even realised what was happening. You’d never cum so hard before, and you were overstimulated near instantly, after your pleasure being drawn out for so long. You were panting softly, and Gris was looking down at you with adoration in his eyes. He pulled out, still achingly hard, but it took you a few seconds to realise that was what he’d done.
“What- what about you?” You asked softly, easily drawn into a gentle kiss.
“This was about you.” He replied, wiping some sweat from your forehead.
“But I want- I told you. Want to feel you Gris.” You said, pouting just a little.
“An hour of me balls deep inside you wasn’t enough? Greedy thing.” He accused, brows raised slightly.
“I- that’s not what I mean. Don’t make me say it.”
“Say what?” You knew he was fully aware of what you were asking for, and yet he was apparently going to force you to say it aloud.
“Please Gris.” You pleaded a final time, hoping he’d take pity on you.
“Say it darlin’. Tell me what you want.” He whispered against your ear. Your hole clenched around nothing, making you whine softly. You needed more, needed to feel him properly.
“Want you to cum inside me, Gris. Please. Please I just- please.” You didn’t have the proper words, your face heated up to your ears, fingers clenching then releasing the sheets beneath you nervously.
Though he was expecting it, actually hearing you say the words practically knocked the air out of Gris’ lungs, and you watched as his pupils dilated. He was between your legs again in an instant, pushing back inside you with a groan.
“So damn tight darlin’.” Gone was the vision of him being put together and unaffected, and in its place was the reality. Gris was so gone on you, and spending so long inside you, so restrained, had done a number on him too. It wouldn’t take long for him to cum, and you were glad, because you were already beyond tired. But you couldn’t rest until you’d had what you needed.
This time, he sped up quickly, finding a rhythm that suited you both. He fucked into you with his primary focus on his own pleasure, raspy breath muttering praises against your skin.
“Thank you, fuck- oh darlin’ you feel so good. So good to me, letting me fuck you like this.” It quickly stopped making sense, but that didn’t stop it sounding just as good, making you needy all over again. If given the opportunity, you were sure he could talk you into an orgasm without too much effort.
“Say it again- ah-. Let me hear you, please.” He panted, hips starting to falter as he drew closer to his own orgasm. Your nails dragged up his back, barely able to speak anymore, but you mustered up just enough strength to help your lover along.
“Gris- ple- please! Want you to- to fill me up. Pleasepleaseple- please. Cum inside me.” And with a final hard thrust Gris was cumming, filling your hole with his seed. His chest rose and fall quickly as he panted, forehead pressed against your shoulder. You calmed down together, his fingers absently rubbing over your skin, like he couldn’t help himself.
“Thank you, darlin’. You’re so good to me.” He finally said, leaning up to kiss you gently, and you melted into it with ease. Yeah, you’d be doing that again. Often.
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Synopsis: Sanji has been keeping something a secret, and after the timeskip, things are revealed by accident, which leads to you climbing into his bed
Tags/Warnings: Sanji/M!Reader, no Y/N used, not beta read, omega!Sanji, alpha!Reader, comfort, fluff, Sanji has a vagina, reader has a cock, heat sex, breeding, knotting, fingering, begging, praise, first kiss, getting together, virginity loss, happy ending
Word Count: 5,118
You’d joined the Strawhats shortly after Luffy first met Blackbeard. You’d met Nami at a bar, and got chatting. You were deceptive, not so well built at the time, for an alpha. She’d not realised, and when you mentioned it to her, she was pleasantly surprised. Chopper and Sanji found her there, and got talking with you too. Chopper, as someone without a secondary gender, was interested to talk to you about it. The alphas he knew so far - Zoro and Dalton - were both strong, muscular men, and he’d assumed it was the norm. You were still chatting with the young reindeer, him riding on your shoulders as you walked with the other two toward where their ship was, when Luffy came skidding in to greet you too. You looked at him for a long moment, taking him in, and knew what you needed to do.
“Room for one more?” You’d asked, and Luffy had readily, and excitedly agreed.
That was years ago now, and during the two years apart, you’d bulked up considerably to be closer to the alpha standard. You were still no Zoro, or Franky, but the difference between the day you left Sabaody and the day you returned was night and day.
Your gun sat on your hip, heavy, a gift from the men who’d helped to train you. A reminder of the experience of a lifetime that you’d had only two years to enjoy. You needed to find your crew though, your family, and you wanted to do so quickly. You had no doubt that the marines would start to close in, considering the rumours and whispers that you’d heard.
Everything, of course, went a little wrong because it always did when your crew was involved, but soon the Sunny was sinking below the waves and everything was going as it needed to.
You were still exploring the new changes to the Sunny, humming softly as you wandered her halls, running your fingertips along the wooden walls fondly. She’d been home for only a short time before separating with everyone, but it felt good to be back. Like a piece of you had been returned.
Gently, you pushed open a door to reveal the kitchen, with only Sanji inside preparing something. He spent so much time in the kitchen, and though cooking was his passion, you had to question how he didn’t get stir crazy. You were still humming softly, so Sanji glanced up and smiled at you briefly before returning to what he was doing and after a moment joined your song. It was one of Brook’s. You were careful not to bother Sanji, content to leave him to what he was doing, but you leaned up against a nearby counter to enjoy the quiet. Everyone else was still getting familiar with each other again, learning about their changes over the years apart, and doing it loudly. You preferred the quiet.
You turned to look at Sanji after a moment with slightly furrowed brows, looking down at the chicken he was coating and marinating, then back up at his face.
“Hey, did the okamas give you some sort of perfume?” You asked curiously, but you saw the moment Sanji’s face paled and his eyes widened.
“Why do you ask?” He questioned, rather than answering your question directly.
“You just smell different, and I don’t think it’s the meat.” You said. You shrugged, hoping to help him feel a little less defensive over whatever it was.
“I can’t smell it.” He replied, and you’d have believed him if he’d said it even a little bit convincingly.
“I just- listen if you want me to get outta here I will, but it smells like omega in here. Which isn’t a bad thing, you know I don’t roll like that. I’m just curious.” You said, speaking slowly, careful to look anywhere but at Sanji in case he became more defensive, and therefore aggressive.
“Fuck.” Sanji whispered, leaning heavily against the countertop, careful not to touch anywhere he shouldn’t with his spice coated fingers.
He stopped what he was doing so he could wash his hands, deciding that this conversation was clearly unavoidable. You let him move at his own pace, not wanting to push and pressure him about anything. But, he didn’t speak, for a long while, just stood at the sink scrubbing his hands until they turned pink.
“Hey, that’s not-” you said, stepping in behind Sanji to take his wrists in your hands, preventing him from hurting himself any further. Whatever you’d been thinking was immediately cut off though, his wrists held gently but not pulled apart to get them out of the water. You’d been distracted the moment you came into close proximity, because understanding dawned on you quickly, closer to his scent glands as you were.
“I thought you were a beta.” You mumbled once you recovered from your shock, and gently pried the rough sponge from his hands to set it aside, then turned off the tap and handed him a towel to dry them gently. Sanji cared so much for his hands, and yet there he was, wincing just slightly from how tender they’d become after the scrubbing. You didn’t dare to touch him again, not wanting to interfere or upset him more.
“You were meant to.” Sanji admitted in a whisper, like it was a confession of the highest order. You hummed, then nodded toward the dining table. Sanji didn’t move until you did, sitting opposite you there to have a difficult conversation.
“You know, it’s nothing to be ashamed of, Sanji. Nobody here would think less of you for who you are, you know that right?”
“I know. But I didn’t at the start, and then I’d been lying, and it was easier to maintain the lie.”
“Why change your mind now?”
“I’d forgotten. On Newkama I didn’t have access to suppressants and so I’ve spent the last two years just living as an omega. I’d honestly forgotten I should take suppressants, or at least apply scent blockers, before coming back to everyone.” He replied, voice still soft, hands trembling slightly in front of him. You reached to take them, gentle in your touch, slow in your movements to avoid causing any more unnecessary anxiety. There was a moment where nothing happened, just existing in the quiet together.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to stress you out. Honestly, I was expecting this to be me teasing you about finding a mate while we were separated.” You admitted, laughing softly, which at least made Sanji smile.
“I wish. No, still very mateless. It would be a dream come true, but that’s not really in the cards for me. Not right now.” He said, and for a moment you didn’t see a man before you, you saw a small boy who’d clearly suffered in his life. A boy that needed to be tended and healed. But that wasn’t your job, that responsibility belonged to Sanji, because he needed to want to do that healing himself for it to succeed.
“Well, I won’t tell anyone, and I’ve got some scent blockers in my pack on my bunk I can lend you. This is your shit, your business - you tell everyone when you want to.” Sanji nodded, and you pulled your hands from his, leaving him there to think and recover from the emotional rollercoaster you’d accidentally sent him on.
For a while after that, you didn’t talk much with Sanji. The journey to Fishman Island wasn’t a short one, so you were incredibly trapped together on the ship, but you did it in hopes of making him feel more comfortable - after all, it seemed he was making the same effort to not be left alone with you. You hoped against hope that you hadn’t put an irreversable dent in the friendship you’d shared since the moment you’d met him.
It was an otherwise normal day when you learned what was actually going on.
You’d pushed the door to the boys room, only to find that it was locked. You paused, confused, then pressed your ear up against the wood to listen for what could be happening inside, but heard nothing.
“Hello? Why’s the door locked?” You asked, knocking on it softly, concern growing quickly. Nobody locked the doors around here, you’d walked in on so many people shitting, or jerking off. Nobody locked doors. So why was someone locked inside the boys room? Nobody could get on board that wasn’t meant to be there, so it had to be a member of the crew.
You were about to break down the door yourself when you heard a soft whimper, and you knew immediately who was there. The only male omega on board.
“Sanji..” you mumbled with a sigh, resting your forehead against the door. Scent blockers could stop the others identifying him, but they couldn’t prevent a heat - they weren’t suppressants. You didn’t notice that Sanji had realised you were there until you heard the sound of him slumping against the door.
“Go away.” He said, but the aggression you were sure he’d tried to summon just wasn’t there.
“Let me get Chopper, he can-”
“No! Don’t tell anyone.” He protested, followed by another whimper. You did your best to focus on the situation and not how good he sounded.
“They’re going to find out. You can’t stay locked in there and pretend everything is okay.” You replied, trying the door handle again, but of course he hadn’t unlocked it.
“Stop it! I don’t need an alpha. I’ve never needed an alpha. Stop trying so hard to be nice.” But the sound that followed that wasn’t a whimper, it was a quiet sob.
“Sanji. That’s not what I’m trying to do - I’m just trying to help. We’re crewmates, friends. This is what friends do for each other, I know you know that.” You slowly lowered down to kneel on the other side of the door, then turned around, back pressed against it. You could do this, you could be totally normal about having a conversation with Sanji, who was in heat, from the other side of the bedroom door, while his scent slowly leaked out and made you hard.
“I don’t-” Sanji cut himself off, rethinking what he wanted to say. Neither of you commented on the slick noises coming from the room, a sign that he’d begun fingering himself.
“It’s okay. I care about you, Sanji. I just want you to be okay.”
On the other side of the door, Sanji fingered himself roughly as he listened to your voice, your pillow pressed up close to his face so he could take in your scent, though with you so close he hardly needed it anymore.
“I know. I’m sorry-” Sanji’s words were cut by a moan, “it’s just new. I’m the first one of us to- hn- have a heat on board.” And after a moment of consideration, you realised he was right. Zoro and Franky were alphas, Brook, Luffy, Ussop and Nami were betas, and Robin was very regimented with her heat suppressants. Chopper was too young, and of course you were also an alpha.
“Nobody is going to judge you, Sanji. I need you to hear that and believe me.” You said emphatically, even as your hand trailed down your body to rest over your aching cock, straining against your trousers and starting to leave a small damp spot there.
“You- I can smell you.” Sanji mumbled, and his voice had changed. He’d been having a normal, if emotionally strained, conversation with you before that moment, but when he mentioned your scent, he sounded utterly wrecked. You heard the slick sound of his moving fingers louder than before, scent growing stronger over time.
“I’m sorry. I’ll go, let you have some privacy.” You took a deep breath and pushed yourself to stand, but Sanji’s desperate whine made you stop in your tracks. You stepped away from the door, but turned to look at it, waiting for you weren’t sure what. Then, you heard the scrambling of Sanji pulling himself up on shaky legs, and unlocking the door to let you in.
The door opened quickly, revealing Sanji. He was still wearing his clothes, though his shirt was unbuttoned to show off his pale, hairless chest and his trousers were pushed down so he could get to his hole, showing off his glistening thighs, wet with his own slick. The smell hit you like a freight train, and you had to close your eyes as you waited for the wave of need to pass over you.
“Don’t go. Pl- please. Please please please.” He whimpered, slumping hard against the doorframe. You realised with a deep, shuddering breath that Sanji was still fingering himself, legs visibly shaking just enough to drive you wild.
“You don’t know what you’re saying, Sanji.”
“I do. I want you. Wanted you for ages. Was just scared.” He said, pushing himself back upright in an attempt to approach you, but he stumbled. Of course, you were there to catch him, and you stood no hope with him that close, hot and wet with sweat, reeking of his heat. The smell was intoxicating.
“Sanji. Sunshine. This is the heat, don’t throw yourself at me like that. I don’t want to do something you’ll regret later.” You soothed, careful to keep your head up, not to get too close to his scent gland. If you did, you’d be in some serious trouble.
“You don’t- you don’t get it. This is for you. It’s your stupid fault. My heat.. it’s early.” Sanji muttered, shoving his face into your chest, aiming to get closer to your scent glands, to take in your scent.
You carefully lifted Sanji with hands around his upper thighs, then carried him into the bedroom, kicking the door closed behind you. There was no reason for anyone else to see him like this.
“What?” You asked, pulling back just enough to look at him. Sanji whined, unhappy to be pulled away. He was quickly distracted, realising in his new position that he could grind down onto your thigh for pleasure, whimpering, fingers gripping your shirt like it was his last lifeline.
“Wanted you for ages. Please- ah- please. When we talked the other day. And you were so nice. It just. Did something to me, I’m sorry. Just need you.” He finished his explanation, looking up at you with slightly glassy eyes, likely from the combination of need and embarassment, and all you could do was lean down to softly kiss him. It was only a peck but you felt the way it made his hips stutter.
“Don’t be sorry, it’s alright. I always thought you were pretty, baby. Come on. Let me help you feel better.” You softly said, lifting him up to gently set him down onto your bunk. You realised as you set him down that it was messier than you’d left it that morning, and there was a small damp spot on your pillow. He’d already been there. Using it to pick up your scent as he touched himself.
You couldn’t stop the urge to growl, the rumbling starting deep in your chest and working its way out, which only made Sanji spread his legs to accomodate you between them.
“Alpha..” he whined, and that was all you needed. You ripped off your shirt and kicked your trousers off, pulling down your underwear just far enough to pull your cock out. Sanji looked down at your cock, and you watched a gush of slick pour from him in response.
“See that? That’s all for you baby.” You said with a small smirk, slowly stroking your hand over your length. Sanji’s eyes followed a drop of precum as it dripped from your cock and ran down your shaft, hungry for you, distracted by the vision of you naked. You leaned forward, making his eyes snap back up to your face, and slowly dragged the tip of your cock through his folds.
“Don’t tease- please. Want to feel you inside me alpha.” Sanji whined, bucking his hips up as if that would guide you inside him.
“Needy omega. It’s okay, don’t worry, I’m right here.” You soothed, pressing a kiss to his slightly damp temple as you began to slowly ease your cock inside him. You’d considered spending time prepping him, but as expected, he didn’t seem to need it. He was soaked, and had already been fingering himself, subconciously to prepare himself to take a cock. The moan Sanji let out as your tip sheathed inside him was borderline pornographic, and if you were a lesser man you’d have cum then and there - but you were better than that.
You continued to push into Sanji, painstakingly slow, savouring the feel of every inch of his pretty omega pussy. Another day you’d take your time taking Sanji apart piece by piece with your fingers, and your tongue, but today he needed to be full and you could provide that for him. Sanji’s arms wrapped around your neck, partly to keep you close and in part to grip onto you tightly, grounding himself as best as he could while his mind ran away from him with the pleasure of feeling you.
“More. Need you- please alpha.. pleasepleaseplease- ah!” Sanji begged, moans cutting him off. Even as he begged for more, he acted as if he were oversensitive from the pleasure. But, you weren’t about to deny an omega in heat what they wanted, especially not Sanji, he deserved to be thoroughly pampered. So, right as he caved to desperate pleading, you slammed home, sheathing every inch of your cock inside his tight warmth.
You waited for a moment, allowing him to adjust the feeling, and admiring the look of bliss on his face. But it wasn’t long before he was grinding against you, heels digging into your ass cheeks, whining for more once again. He was utterly insatiable, and of course you’d expect nothing less from an omega in heat, but your alpha instincts preened at being needed. You followed as he asked, and slowly began to rock your hips, pulling out half way only to slam back home again. You moved slowly, but not gently, you knew he wouldn’t accept that. You knew Sanji too well to give him anything else. Though, your restraint was running thin and so it didn’t take long for you to begin to speed up, eager to find your own pleasure along with his.
“Ah- feels so good! Putain! So big-” he whined mindlessly, legs tightening around your waist, as if you were intending to stop, “yesyesyes- there alpha, please, more!” You chuckled, the sound airier than usual given the physical demands of slamming into him as you were, relentless and unfaltering. He was so sweet now that he was impaled on your cock, like he was never ashamed of his secondary gender at all, embracing his baser instincts without a care for who could hear him.
“That’s it omega. Let me hear you, tell me how good you feel.” You encouraged, licking a path up his neck and to his jaw, nipping his pale skin softly.
“So good, sososo good, ngh- only ever wanted you alpha. Saved myself- just for you.. just- only for you.” He confessed. Out of sheer shock, you paused your movements to look at Sanji hard in the face. When he whined and clenched down around you, attempting to encourage you to keep going, you took his face in hand, grip firm but not tight.
“Say that again, baby.”
“Saved my pussy for you alpha.” He repeated, the look in his eyes distant, and for a moment you weren’t even sure he’d remember his confession.
“Were you a pretty little virgin until today, pretty omega?” You cooed, starting your rough pace up again, not attempting to ease him into it. You couldn’t be expected to show any further restraint after discovering that little tidbit.
“Yes! Just for you. Never wanted- anyone else- ah! Only you alpha.” He said, nodding his head quickly. You leaned in to kiss Sanji desperately, using that as a distraction from the desire to bite, claim, mate. There was a lot you were willing to do to help ease his heat, but you certainly would not mark him until he was fully back in his right mind. You wouldn’t bind him to you and risk that he regret it after.
What you could do, however, was fill him with your seed.
“You’ve been so good for me, baby. What do you want,” you paused then, aware you’d get no real response other than moans, “awh, do you want- my knot, baby? You want to feel my seed- ngh.. deep inside you, filling up your little hole?” You teased, though you could feel your orgasm drawing ever nearer. Sanji nodded eagerly, fingers clawing down your back to leave red tracks in their wake, hole clenching and fluttering around you. You wondered if, on a normal day, you could’ve made him cum before you. Whether his heat’s need for a knot overruled his pleasure. Or, maybe you just needed to learn his body better; you’d happily spend days learning Sanji’s body to bring him more pleasure. He was unable to give you a verbal response, though he tried valiantly, so you took pity on him.
Your hand slipped down between the two of you while the other held you up above Sanji, and took his small cock in hand, stroking it in time with your thrusts just to drive him wild. You felt his walls tighten around you like a vice, knot quickly growing as the pleasure in your gut grew, like a knot, building and building. Hearing Sanji moan your name was the final straw, and with a last thrust your knot pushed into his hole and locked you together. Cum shot from your cock, coating Sanji’s walls, and with just one more stroke of your hand he was cumming too, over your hand and both your chests. He panted and whined, walls fluttering around you each time more of your seed pumped into him. Your eyes trailed over his body, down to his flat stomach. Your fingers traced over where his womb would be, then pressed down just to hear him whimper. You could picture him all swollen with cum, and then with pups. Your pups, if you had anything to say about it.
That was the first of many rounds that day, with Robin stopping by at one point during one of your breaks to bring a small tray of snacks. She knew well what Sanji was experiencing, and wanted to help pamper him as he so often did her and Nami. Nobody else stopped by, not even once, for the several days you were cooped up in there. By the time that Sanji’s heat had subsided, the ship had arrived at Fishman Island only minutes before. Thankfully, you’d chosen to sleep off the last of it, wrapped in each other’s arms.
When you woke, everyone was happy to give space for you to carry Sanji through to the bathroom so you could both clean up, ridding yourselves of the scents of heat and sex and cum. Throughout it, Sanji was oddly quiet, but you chose not to comment. After all, it was his first heat with a partner, and you’d taken his virginity. You mumbled soft praises against his skin, soothing his aching muscles with sure hands and mild vanilla scented soap. You helped him dry off, and kissed him softly again when you separated so you could brush your teeth.
“You don’t have to keep doing that.” Sanji mumbled from across the room, leaned against the wall beside the radiator to keep warm.
“Doing what?”
“Being affectionate. I get it but I’m not fragile.” He said, bite in his voice that you weren’t sure you’d ever heard him direct at you.
“I mean, if you don’t want me to be affectionate that’s fine. My bad, I know now.” You said as casually as you could manage, though it hurt your feelings just a little. If that wasn’t Sanji’s thing, then you’d adjust, you supposed.
“That’s not what- I mean you can stop. My heat is over, I’m not going to break if we go back to normal.” He said, throwing his arms out for emphasis. You paused, toothbrush hanging loosely from your mouth, foam slowly trickling down the handle. Then, like you’d had an ephiphany, understanding fell into place.
“Oh my seas- Sanji. Stop that, right now,” you spat out the toothpaste in your mouth and set your brush on the side of the sink to close the space between you, gripping Sanji’s shoulders, “stop assuming things about me without asking.” You said firmly, and though he attempted to remain stoic, you could see how you looming over him and speaking in a stern tone affected him.
“What?” He asked, though already the bite in his words was fading away, giving way to the insecurity you’d known was underneath it.
“I’m not just going to abandon you. I didn’t help you with your heat for days, and take your virginity, just to be nice. When I knotted you over and over, promising to pump you full of my pups, calling you my pretty little omega - none of that was for show. If the things you said were all heat induced then damn, you managed to fool me, but I could get over that. But don’t push me away because you’ve mentally put words in my mouth.” You stood still for a moment, looking hard at Sanji before you stepped away, giving him space again.
You’d intended to go back to the sink and finish brushing your teeth, but the feel of smaller, soft hands gripping your shirt prevented you from going far.
“I meant it. All of it. I waited for you.” He said, voice hardly a whisper.
“If this is because I didn’t bite you - of course I didn’t. We hardly had a proper conversation before I was inside you. I wasn’t going to bite and mate you mid-heat when you could barely speak a full sentence, and I couldn’t be sure you knew what you were agreeing to.” You explained, turning back to pull Sanji into a gentle embrace.
“So you would mate me?”
“I’d do it right now, sunshine.” You said. Sanji pressed his face further into your chest, and you allowed a deep rumble to resonate in your chest, allowing the omega in your arms to relax.
“Not right now. But eventually.” Sanji said after a moment, and you nodded, kissing his head.
“Eventually, I can do that baby.” You agreed. Sanji gently pulled from your arms, and so you picked your toothbrush back up to finish brushing your teeth, while Sanji stepped in at your side and joined you to do the same.
You finished getting ready together to face the crew, and at some point Sanji took your head and refused to let go - not that you were complaining. After everything that had already gone on between you since reuniting, though, you were starting to feel like you had whiplash.
“Just to be clear - mates eventually. Does that make us boyfriends?” You asked, right before Sanji could push open the door to the main deck.
“I hate that, it sounds so childish. I’d prefer partners.” Sanji said, and you pulled him in for a deep kiss, overwhelmed suddenly with the need to do so. Sanji melted into the embrace, arms wrapping loosely around your neck out of instinct, fingers slowly inching upward toward your hair.
When the door opened to reveal Nami and Ussop on the other side, looking at you both with raised brows, Sanji attempted to pull away. You didn’t let him though, keeping him close with arms wrapped tightly around his waist and a playful growl. There was a single moment where you doubted your choice, then Sanji began to laugh. It was a beautiful sound, unlike the laughs you’d heard from him before, and it made your stomach swoop and twist with affection for the cook. Nami and Ussop looked equally surprised when you looked back at them, but then your attention was drawn right back to your lover in your arms.
“Brute.” He accused, but the accusation held no water when you could hear the smile in his voice as well as see it on his face.
“Your brute.” You replied with a wink, and finally released Sanji to stand on his own, though your hands quickly found each others again, fingers laced together without a second of hesitation.
“Congratulations.” Robin said as you stepped out onto the deck together, a warm smile and knowing twinkle in her eyes.
“You next.” You said, wiggling your eyebrows at her, just to see the pink rise in her cheeks.
“Maybe.” She conceeded, looking down at her hands in her lap, then back at you. You and Robin had always been close, given how close together you’d joined the crew, and given the fact that you didn’t experience her behaviour in Alabasta first hand. Ussop glanced around cluelessly, then narrowed his eyes at you, but he didn’t speak.
“So you were lying to us.” Zoro’s voice came next, cutting through the easy atmosphere that had settled over the crew.
“I..” Sanji floundered there, flustered by the accusation. He’d been so concerned about what was happening between the two of you that he’d temporarily forgotten that he’d have to face that choice too.
“His secondary sex was nobody’s business but his own. He handled it, until recently, and that was because he’d been off suppressants and stuff for two years. Cut the man some slack. I don’t know about you guys, but I never even asked for clarification. A lie of omission.” You cut in, gently squeezing Sanji’s hand to comfort him.
“And now that you know he’s an omega, you speak for him?” Zoro asked you.
“Now that he’s my omega, I’m happy to step in when he can’t find his words, and defend him if I believe it necessary.” You returned, single brow raised. You maintained eye contact with Zoro for quite possibly the longest minute of your life, until he was the one to look away, eyes drawn to Luffy.
“I’m just glad we have Sanji back,” Luffy declared with his trademark grin, “I’m hungry.” And just like that, the tension was chased away. Things weren’t back to normal, but you’d never wish for that again, not given how much you’d gained by them changing.
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Synopsis: Gojo has been your sugar daddy for a while, but spending so much time with someone is bound to lead to catching feelings
Tags/Warnings: Gojo/M!Reader, sugar daddy!Gojo, daddy kink, creampie, hurt/comfort, near breakup, getting together, smut and fluff, Nanami is an excellent friend
Word Count: 4,260
Notes: Wrote this while listening to daddy’s home by Usher
"Shit daddy yes! Fuck!” You moaned, eagerly riding Gojo’s cock. He lay there beneath you, lower lip pulled between his teeth, large, soft hands helping to guide your hips. When you’d first entered into a sugaring dynamic with Gojo, sex had initially been off the table. You wanted to feel things out and get used to the expectations before introducing sex. That being said, you had sex for the first time after the second date, because you just couldn’t help yourself. He was damn hot, and you were attracted to his casual power.
“Come on baby, you can do it. Make yourself cum on my cock.” He encouraged, a husky chuckle following as his words made you work harder, slamming yourself down on his length so he was nailing your prostate. It didn’t take long after that for you to cum, spurting over his chest and yours. Gojo didn’t wait to turn the two of you over, taking charge to chase his own orgasm. You barely registered what was happening, floating on post orgasmic bliss, until Gojo took your dick in his hand to stroke it in time with his thrusts.
“Don’t check out yet, come on. Moan for daddy. Help me fill you up.” And you couldn’t refuse him, you never could when he asked like that, right into your ear, balls deep inside you. You moaned for him, whining and pleading, begging for his cum the way you knew he liked. You liked it too, feeling like you had control over his orgasm, that you were needed if he wanted to finish. It took only a few thrusts more for him to slam back in to the hilt and fill your hole with his seed, panting where he lay across your back.
You went again in the shower, then again over the kitchen counter.
/Break\
You hugged Nanami with a grin before sitting down at the table he’d picked at the cafe. It wasn’t your favourite spot, but he’d suggested it and you’d happily agreed. You and Nanami had been friends for years, he was actually the one to introduce you to Gojo. Not that he liked the dynamic the two of you had landed on, but he never offered comments or criticism unless asked, or given permission to state his piece. He realised your life was none of his business, but that didn’t stop him being a concerned friend.
“Satoru is treating you well then?” He asked mildly, sipping at his coffee. Black, bitter, it made you sad for his tastebuds.
“Oh yeah, he replaced my laptop a few days ago when I mentioned it wasn’t running too well. It’s made it easier to get things up and running with my business.” You explained, flagging down the waitress to put in an order for a drink for yourself.
“You’re still going ahead with that?” He followed, and you nodded eagerly.
“Yeah, of course I am. It’s like the thing I’m most passionate about, why would I abandon it?”
“Ah, well I’ll admit I was concerned Satoru would have you abandon the plan, given your dynamic with him.” Nanami admitted, clearing his throat softly.
“Ken, he’s not the devil. He’s helping me out financially in return for me keeping him company and going on dates with him-”
“And sleeping with him.”
“That came afterwards, when I decided I liked him, you know that,” you said sternly, sighing softly, “but Satoru isn’t this cartoon villain you act like he is. He actually offered to be my first investor for the business, fully officially, so I could get everything started at once when I was ready.
“I’m sorry. I know you must be tired of having these discussions with me. I just worry about you.” He offered, looking down into his coffee as if to hide.
“I know. That’s why I keep having this conversation with you. Ironically, my relationship with Satoru is the one I’ve been most secure in in my entire life. I’m never worried I’m being manipulated or tricked, or anything. He tells me if he’s going on dates with other people, tells me if he sleeps with someone else, half the time he tells me what he had for dinner just in case I’m interested. I get photos of it.” You explained, smiling fondly.
Your relationship with Gojo was strictly non-romantic, that was a part of the dynamic you’d agreed to, but sometimes even you had to admit that line became blurred. He’d text you late at night saying he missed you, and you’d take a taxi over just to sleep in his bed, in his arms; he’d end a date with someone early and text you to say they didn’t compare to you; you’d let him know when your friends did something interesting, or how your family was doing. But above all else, he was a damn good friend to you, and you appreciated that more than anything else.
When you met, Kento was your only real friend. You were down on your luck financially, were struggling with your mental health, and couldn’t seem to hold down a job, still living with your parents because of it. You’d gone to a work event that Kento had invited you to, mostly to get out of the house, and that was where you met Gojo. He’d charmed you immediately, and you’d spent most of the night talking. You texted for days after, glad to have someone a little more talkative to chat with - you loved Kento, you did, but small talk and texting were really not his thing - and that was when Gojo found out about your situation. You didn’t think anything of it when Gojo invited you out for a meal, promising he’d cover the bill, and that was when he’d made the suggestion of sugaring. You’d refused at first, claiming the sites never worked, and you didn’t want to have sex with a strange guy from the internet - which was when he’d offered himself.
The rest was history.
“I know better than to doubt him, I do, but I remember who you were when you met him. How much you were struggling. Another man in his position would’ve taken advantage of you, and while I do know that’s not what’s happening, I just-”
“Worry.” You finished for him knowingly.
“I’m sorry.” He said softly, rubbing a hand over his face.
“It’s okay, Ken. I’m glad to have someone like you in my corner, checking me and making sure I’m okay.” You said, standing to hug him again, just to reassure him. Truly, Kento was the best friend that you could ask for.
The rest of your lunch went smoothly, with no more talk of Gojo, and you had a nice time. It was easy to fall back into old dynamics with Nanami, no matter how long it’d been since you last spoke. You were sure nothing between you would ever change.
He greeted Gojo politely when he pulled up to pick you up, and Gojo flippantly offered an invite for him to join the two of you for “an evening of debauchery” which he declined with a flushed face.
“Oh leave him alone Satoru, the poor man cannot handle you.” You said with a roll of your eyes, smacking his arm. Gojo slapped a hand over his heart, acting wounded.
“Thank you for lunch, Ken. I’ll see you soon.”
“Uhm- yes. Yes, I’ll see you again soon.” He agreed with a stiff nod, and then Gojo pulled away.
/Break\
Gojo draped himself dramatically over your shoulders from behind the sofa you were sitting on, sighing deeply. You laughed and allowed him to rest there, waiting to see what exactly it was he wanted from you. He’d tell you in his own time.
“Can’t believe I brought you over here just for you to ignore me and do your work.” You laughed and turned slightly to look at him.
“Can’t believe it? I told you this is what would happen if you picked me up, daddy.” His hands tightened slightly where they rested on your body, but you just turned back to your laptop to keep working.
“Can’t call me that then keep ignore me.” He protested, voice breathier, tongue slipping out to lick along your throat. He knew just how to distract you, how to get you going. But you couldn’t this time, you had work to do.
“That’s a lot of can’ts, daddy, and I kinda think I can.”
You’d known exactly what would happen the moment you agreed to go over to Gojo’s place, and that was fine by you. You needed it after getting lectured by Nanami again, because it happened every time you saw him regardless of what you said. You suspected Gojo knew that too.
“This is what happens to little brats who talk back.” He grunted against your shoulder, slowly pushing into your hole, slow enough to be teasing you both, satisfying no body.
“‘m sorry daddy please-” you whined, just to butter him up, “please fuck me properly. Need you so bad. Only way I can relax you know that.” The best part about having been sleeping with Gojo for so long was that you knew exactly which buttons to press to get your own way. You didn’t doubt that it would come back to bite you at some point, but that was okay because at least for now he was fucking you properly, and you could feel the stress melting from your muscles.
With Gojo panting over you, and you moaning his name, nothing else in your life needed to matter. Not your business in progress, not Nanami, not Gojo’s coworkers who’d never liked you, not your parents insistent questioning on when you’d settle down - nothing needed to exist when Gojo was fucking you like it was all you were made for.
It was all fine.
/Break\
You woke up the next morning in Gojo’s bed, as you so often did nowadays, wrapped up in his arms. His warm breath tickled your neck, his fingers in danger of prodding your bladder the next time he twitched. Yet, it was a comfort. A lot of things Gojo did were comforting. You eased yourself out of bed to use the bathroom and take a shower, skipping over the inevitable shower sex so you could make breakfast for the both of you.
“Hey, what are you doing up? Can’t be depriving me of my boy when I first wake up.” Gojo protested when he finally made his way into the kitchen wearing only his tight black boxers. He wrapped his arms around your waist, chin rested on your shoulder, letting you continue.
“Making breakfast for us, Toru. Thought it would be nice, since you worked so hard helping me out last night.” He laughed softly, kissing your neck in several places before he pushed up to stand straight.
“Anything you need help with?”
“Nah, I’ve got it big boy. Go take a shower.” You winked at him and Gojo shook his head, no doubt thinking about all the things he’d do to you when he got back. You waited until he was out of earshot to sigh softly, pushing your heart down out of your throat and into your chest where it belonged.
You could not develop feelings for your damn sugar daddy.
You had sex again after breakfast, then against the living room wall, then on the sofa. After that, you packed up your stuff to head home.
“You really could stay.” Gojo said, reaching out for your hand to pull you back to his chest again, kissing you slowly.
“I can’t, Toru. You have a date tonight.” You pointed out with a raised brow, glad to have an excuse.
“I could cancel. Nothing more important than taking care of my boy.” He said with a smirk, leaning down to nip at a purple mark he’d already left on your neck. You inhaled sharply through your teeth, but managed to pull yourself free.
“I’m paying for my own apartment, I need to actually use it sometimes.”
“Technically I’m paying for your own apartment, so what does it matter if you just stay here?”
“I’ll see you in a few days, Toru.” You said waving goodbye as you slipped out the front door of the apartment, knowing well from experience that if you didn’t go now then you’d never make it out.
Was it any wonder you were falling so hard and fast, when he treated you like that?
/Break\
Daddy
This chick is so boring
You
That isn’t very kind Toru
Daddy
Trust me if you were here you’d agree
Might bail after starters icl
Could come see you after
You looked down at your phone with a sigh, tossing it aside to run your hands over your face. You’d opened the text so you knew you needed to respond, fairly quickly too, or he’d start- your phone beeped again.
Daddy
Oh c’mon don’t ignore me baby
Just want to see my boy
And maybe fuck you again
A few more times
What are you doing
Babyyy
Baby
Now this isn’t very kind of you
You picked up your phone again to type up a response, hesitating, typing things and deleting it again. There was a careful balancing act to do here, where you couldn’t lie and say you were sick or he’d just come over with soup and want to nuse you, and you couldn’t just say no because he’d slowly wear you down. He didn’t do it to manipulate you, you were just very easily persuaded.
You
Not tonight daddy sorry
Just need an early night and some proper sleep
Daddy
I can do that
I can just come over and get into bed with you
You
…
Somehow I’m not sure I believe you
Besides I have a single and your tall ass won’t fit
Daddy
:(
Alright baby, I’ll see you in a few days for that date then
You
See you then daddy
Crisis averted, and yet somehow you didn’t feel any better. You just missed him.
/Break\
The next day, instead of doing your work, you arranged to see Nanami again. You wouldn’t have long considering it was on short notice, but it was enough.
“You sounded distressed in your text, are you alright?” Nanami asked as you approached him, wrapping his arms snugly around you.
“I- I don’t know?” You admitted softly. He pulled you into his office and closed the door, then the blinds so you’d have complete privacy to talk.
“Start at the beginning.” He told you softly, handing you a coffee made to your preferences.
So you did. You started explaining, without any graphic details, everything going on between Gojo in a way you’d never had a chance to before. You avoided talking about him when you could, if only to avoid arguing about it - it wasn’t even that he mistreated you, which is why people would normally hide things. But for the first time, you fully explained everything to Nanami, as best you could in the limited time the two of you had. When he was notified that his next meeting was pushed back, you both were glad, as clearly this was not a twenty minute break sort of issue.
“So the issue is..” Nanami prompted when you got distracted again.
“Yes, sorry, I’m so frazzled I barely slept,” you sighed and set down your empty mug, “I think I’ve kind of totally fallen head over heels in love with Satoru.” You admitted, looking up at Nanami to wait for his response.
“Well.” He simply said, his face doing a few complicated things you put down to mild emotional constipation. Or maybe normal constipation, you weren’t going to judge.
“Yeah, exactly.” You agreed, assuming he mostly felt a little lost and hopeless, just as you did.
“I’m not sure what you want me to do to help you.” He finally said, setting aside his own empty mug to look at you head on.
“I- me neither, I’m going to be honest. I just couldn’t keep pretending it wasn’t happening, and keep it to myself.”
“Well, I’m glad you told me. Getting it off your chest is definitely better than bottling it all up. And I’m glad you were still comfortable telling me, I know I’ve not always been the most accepting of your relationship with Satoru.”
“You’re my best friend Ken. Of course I told you.” Nanami reached out to rest a hand on your shoulder, his best attempt at comforting you.
“I think your best course of action is to call off your dynamic with him.” He then said softly, like he was afraid that would upset you more.
“I was afraid you’d say that.” You mumbled, dropping your face into your hands.
“You don’t have to listen to me.” Nanami offered.
“But you’re usually right.” He didn’t feel the need to comment after that - you both knew it was true.
So, you texted Satoru with Nanami sat beside you, shoulder to shoulder for moral support.
You
Hey Toru
You free today?
Daddy
For my boy?
Always
What do you need?
You
Just wanna see you
Talk about stuff
Daddy
Sure thing baby
You need Toru, or daddy?
You sighed, leaning further against Nanami. You were texting to ask him to meet up, so you could call off your arrangement, and there he was being considerate. Nanami was doing his best not to read the texts, looking down at his hands in his lap.
You
Just Toru tonight
Daddy
I can do that
I’ll pick you up at six?
You
Sounds good
See you later
Daddy
See you later baby
Nanami gently pulled your phone from your hand and set it aside, pulling you in to his side properly, arm wrapped around you. In that one moment, dozens of memories from your childhood rushed through your mind, moments like this where you sat beside Nanami while he just silently held you, letting you take comfort in that and feel better.
“Thanks, Ken.”
“I’m always here for you, you know that.” You reached out your pinkie finger, and even as he rolled his eyes, Nanami linked his with yours. As children you’d promised to always be there for each other, no matter what the problem was, and that had held true for all these years.
/Break\
Gojo arrived at six on the dot, as he said he would, and you made your way to his car with a heavy heart. You slipped into the passenger seat with a tight smile, unable to hide that something was weighing on you heavily.
“Woah now, you didn’t say something was wrong. I’d have come sooner.” Gojo said when he gor a look at you. He reached into the back seat and pulled out a blanket he’d tossed back there just for you, and carefully tossed it over you, something soft to hold onto while he drove.
“‘S okay. Let’s just.. get to yours.” You said, rubbing your dry eyes, dry from crying for a while before you got ready.
Gojo drove home like a madman, and had to resist the urge to carry you up to his apartment, just to pamper you that little bit extra. You deserved it, and you were clearly having a bad day. He wanted to do that for you, he always wanted to help you feel better however he could. He resisted though, you’d already said you just wanted him as himself, not all the things that came extra with that.
You headed right for the sofa when you arrived, not even taking off your shoes, and dropped onto the arm chair rather than onto the three seater. So Satoru couldn’t sit with you. You wringed your hands, nervously biting at your lip.
“I can see you biting your lip, cut it out. We talked about that.” He scolded without a second thought, then winced. You didn’t comment or even really react, just released your lip. Nanami was right, it was time to call this off before you got seriously hurt. Once he had two glasses of water, Gojo joined you in the living room, sitting on the end of the sofa closest to you, one glass handed to you while he set the other on the coffee table. You sipped your glass, then set it on the side table.
“I saw Kento earlier, and talked with him about some stuff and.. he helped me realise some things.”
“Not sure I like the way that sounds, baby.” Gojo admitted with a nervous laugh, pushing his glasses up onto his head so he could look at you properly, unrestricted.
“I- yeah. Me neither. But I think.. it’s time we call this off. I’m sorry. I just- I can’t keep doing it.” You mumbled, looking down at your shoes rather than at him.
“What?” He asked in a whisper. You dared to take a look at him, and instantly regretted it, finding heartbreak written all over his face. His brows furrowed, lips slightly parted, fingers twitching.
“It’s not anything he said. It was.. just talking to him and getting everything out helped me put things together for myself.”
“I- okay. Do I get to know why? Cause if it’s something I did then.. I can fix it.” He offered, and you felt awful, a black hole opening up in your stomach, guilt and shame warming your cheeks.
“It’s nothing you did. You. You’re great, Toru, really. And if we can stay friends then I’d really like that. I just can’t keep doing this.”
Gojo nodded slowly, taking a moment to process for himself. You sat awkwardly, wishing for a moment that you’d not chosen to do this at his apartment, so filled with memories of the two of you. Everywhere you looked there was a memory lingering, all their fondness becoming tainted with bittersweetness.
“I- uh. I’ll go. Let you.. do whatever your plans were for tonight. I’m sorry.” You said finally, unable to stand the suffocating atmosphere anymore. You stood and moved quickly for the door, ready to escape back to the street, but Gojo caught your wrist before you could and just started speaking.
“I love you! Okay?” He yelled, breathing heavy while he gathered his thoughts to decide what would come next, all while you waited with baited breath.
“Fuck. I love you. More than I realised I could love someone. When you’re not here I just sit around waiting for you to be ready or to text me or I text you then get worried I’m being too damn needy. My best days are the ones where you wake up next to me. The ones where I get to see you smile, or I get to be the person to make you laugh. I go on dates with other people to try to fill this hole in my heart that’s only designed to fit you, because I was terrified of asking you, and losing you entirely. Because I’d rather keep you like this, than not have you at all. I wake up every day just so I can see you. The days where you aren’t around, the sun seems dimmer. The days where I don’t see you are dull and grey. The days where I don’t even hear for you, I’m sure I never deserved you to begin with. I cannot lose you. Shit. Baby I cannot lose you, please.”
“Toru-” you attempted to cut him off, breathless, voice thick with tears.
“No- baby please. Whatever you need, I’ll make it happen. I’ll take the damn moon out of the sky for you if that’s what you need from me. Just,” Satoru fell to his knees before you, looking up with bright blue eyes brimmed with tears, “stay.”
You looked down at Gojo, breathing laboured. You’d fucked this up so badly.
“Really?” You asked, pulling your trembling lip between your teeth to bite at it, but a soft hand raised, pulling at it gently until you released it.
“Have I ever lied to you baby?” He asked, and while he had technically, about silly things like eating the last fry, he’d never lied about anything truly important. He wouldn’t lie about this. You knew better than to think that.
“I’m so sorry Satoru I-” you finally joined him on the ground, wrapping your arms around him, holding him close, “I’m so in love with you. That was why I wanted to leave. I couldn’t stay anymore when you treat me the way you do, I didn’t want to just end up hurt.” You pulled his head to your chest and let him rest there, for once allowing you to comfort him as he usually would you.
“I love you. Please don’t go baby.” Satoru murmured, hands trembling where they rested against your back.
“No. Never. I’m yours now, if you’ll have me.”
He pulled back to look at you as if to gage your truthfulness. Then, he launched himself at you hard enough to knock you both to the ground with a passionate kiss. You’d kissed him hundreds of times before, and yet this felt different. Full of love.
/Break\
You
Didn’t go as planned
Ken
Don’t tell me you chickened out
You
No
I told him
Then he got on his knees and cried
Told me he loved me
Begged me not to leave
Ken
Ah
You
So I think this means he’s my boyfriend now
Ken
You think?
You
I am definitely his boyfriend - Satoru
Ken
Well, congratulations then you two
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Synopsis: There’s been a hole slowly forming the wall of your apartment, the one that connects you to your neighbour. It was a non-issue really, you’d hardly noticed it until it was huge. The landlord is ignoring your calls, and everything comes to a head when you drop into bed one day, only to notice a cock poking through the hole
Tags/Warnings: Toji/GN!Reader, neighhbour!Toji, smut, glory hole, sex with a stranger, praise, degredation
Word Count: 1551
You’d not even noticed it at first, you were too busy just barely surviving. Your apartment was run down, you were running on fumes because of work. Most days you were only in your room for seven hours at most, spent sleeping between shifts. So of course you didn’t notice it. Not until it was big enough that you could see through into your neighbours apartment, which of course also meant that your neighbour could see into your apartment, and the hole led to your bedroom.
You spent a week changing away from the hole, just in case. It led into your neighbour’s living room, so it wasn’t even mutually assured destruction, which you would’ve much preferred. At least you could change in the bathroom, out of the way, and not have to worry about being seen. But, it continued to grow. You weren’t sure how it was happening, but you were firmly over it. This was one thing you wouldn’t let your landlord ignore.
So you called, and you called, and you called. You either went to voicemail, or your landlord promised he was working on it. Finding a reliable contractor, getting materials, putting the money together - he had more excuses than you were willing to tolerate. You were on the brink of calling the city about it to report him, because it was a structural issue as well as a privacy one.
You tossed your button up aside, leaving behind the tight t-shirt you’d been wearing beneath, and passed through to your en-suite to change into your pyjamas. It was habit now, you didn’t even glance at the hole as you passed by. When you returned from the bathroom, you dropped onto your bed heavily with a sigh, dropping your phone onto your bedside table. When you fell backward to lay down, you saw something from the corner of your eye that made you double take.
The hole was in the wall your headboard was pushed against, meaning if something were to push through it, it’d be visible just from the corner of your eye, and roughly at eye level. Which is why you caught it so quickly, that your neighbour had apparently poked his cock through the hole.
You were stunned. It was the sort of thing that never happened in real life, just in pornos or hentai, and yet there you were looking at it. It was undoubtedly real, you didn’t need to look too hard for that, but you just couldn’t stop staring.
“Can feel ya lookin’ at it. Come on. Give it a taste, doll.” You should be horrified, maybe repulsed, and yet there you were, tempted by his suggestion. It had been too long since you’d gotten laid, if you were truly considering agreeing. Yet, you’d seen your neighbour before - he wasn’t an unattractive man. If he propositioned you in the elevator, you couldn’t be sure you’d say no. And, in terms of cocks you’d seen, his was actually.. not ugly. You wouldn't go so far as to say pretty, but it was far from the ugliest that you’d seen. So, despite all your better judgement, you shifted from your bed and knelt down in front of the wall.
You felt ridiculous, kneeling there looking up at a cock in your bedroom wall, and yet you were so into it. You pushed a hand into your sleep pants to touch yourself, while with the other you gripped the cock in front of you, leaning in to lick the tip.
“Fuckk- that’s it. Knew you were a slut.” The voice praised, and usually you wouldn’t let some guy you’d never spoken to past pleasantries talk to you like that, but somehow when he said it, it was hot. You said nothing, just adjusted your position to spread your knees further, then sucked the tip between your lips, circling your tongue around it. You heard it as his hand, or maybe his forehead, hit the wall, a sign that he was enjoying this just as much as you.
“Been too fuckin’ long. Go on, like that, doll.” He grunted out, the sound muffled by his close proximity to the wall. You pulled your hand from your pants to get the lube from your bedside table, glad it was on the same side as you. You continued suckling on his tip, and removed your hand from his cock to pour some lube onto your fingers. You began to take him deeper slowly as you reached back into your pants to wet your hole, eager to help ease the way so you could fuck yourself in time with your sucking, like he was here fucking you rather than in his own apartment.
“Was that lube? Shit, don’t tell me you’re touchin’ yourself? You really are a- fuck- slut, aren’t you? Fuck, go on then. Bet you’re imagining this cock inside you.” He said with a laugh that was deep and syrupy like sin. You’d love to hear him talk like that right against your ear as he fucked into you, hard and fast because he just seemed like the type to like it like that.
Just as you reached the bottom of his cock, your two fingers bottomed out inside you. You began to scissor them out, stretching you. Once you’d helped your neighbour, you had a vague plan to dig up your dildo and use that on yourself. Your fingers alone hadn’t been enough for a long while. He grunted, hips stuttering, driving his cock further inside your mouth. Of course, you knew you couldn’t truly get to the very base of his cock - the wall was in the way, but for a moment you were sure he wasn’t even giving you everything. You pulled back to look, and decided you were right.
“Give me everything.” You demanded, squeezing his cock slightly with your hand, then went back in to suck him down again, taking as much as he’d give you.
“Can’t fuck that pretty throat if I’ve got nowhere to move.” He replied casually, then again gave another shallow thrust, pushing deeper into your throat. You clenched around your fingers, surprised by just how much the scenario was turning you on.
Maybe you were glad the landlord had been dodging you.
Between the two of you, it didn’t take long to find a rhythm you both enjoyed. Which was to say, you pressed up against the wall to let your neighbour destroy your throat while you desperately fingered your hole. It wasn’t pretty, but it didn’t need to be, as long as it was getting you off.
You moaned around his cock, making him do the same in response, the vibrations of your throat creating a new level of pleasure for him. Between grunts and moans, he’d compliment and degrade you in equal parts. You hadn’t even known you were into that until he did it - or maybe it was just the sound of his voice that was turning you on. You’d have sex with just his voice.
“Fuck, you’re lovin’ this. Should’a done this sooner, the second I would’a fit. Bet I’ll come home tomorrow to find you already waitin’ for another load.” Would he? Though his words were degrading, you found some truth in them, because you’d absolutely like to do this again. Or maybe you’d prefer him to come home to your apartment and bend you over a surface of his choice. You weren’t picky.
You keened as your orgasm drew closer, catching you entirely by surprise. It felt so good, your hole tight around your fingers, practically riding them as you desperately chased that high, eager to cum while your neighbour, whose name you still didn’t even know, fucked your throat like he owned it.
“You gonna cum? Shit maybe I should come round there so I can watch, ey? Bet you’re- hn- a fuckin’ mess.” He said, chuckling, though that was quickly interrupted with a moan.
“Go on then, slut. Cum from sucking a stranger’s cock. Then I’ll fill your mouth. Go on.” He urged, and like a snake drawn to a charmer, your body obeyed. You’d not even been close enough for it to be coincidence, it was like his demand had drawn the pleasure from you and sent you hurtling over the edge to an earth shattering orgasm. You’d not cum like that since you’d bought your first toy, and even then, it might’ve been better. It’d come from nowhere and entirely overwhelmed you. You only came back to yourself as the taste of cum filled your mouth, making you whine. How did he even taste good?
You pulled back to swallow, then licked him clean, fingers still inside your twitching hole.
“Not half bad. Next time, I’ll come ‘round there and ruin you properly, yeah? Call this the appetizer. See you soon doll.” He pulled his cock from the wall, and you watched as he walked away, admiring him shamelessly. He was entirely nude, showing off his entire body without hesitation. He was huge, bigger than you could’ve handled without the wall in the way, and his back and chest were slightly scarred. He turned back with a smirk and winked at you, then he slipped into a room, out of your sight.
You couldn’t wait for tomorrow.
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Synopsis: It’s Newgate’s birthday, and he has just one wish, which involves you
Tags/Warnings: Whitebeard/GN!Reader, AFAB!Reader, no y/n used, smut, established relationship, implied infertility, cunnilingus, breeding, birthday wishes, sad ending
Word Count: 2,191
Notes: It is in fact very far from his birthday but given the context of the idea, I didn’t want to put that on the reader, so it’s on him instead
It had been a day of festivities. Everyone had made their way together, to celebrate on the open ocean, knowing they were safe from marines and pirates alike when they were so grouped, nobody would dare to approach. You watched from your husband’s side as your children danced, laughed and drank together, all in the name of family.
It was Newgate’s birthday, and he was definitely getting on in his years. He had the beginning signs of some sort of sickness, and between the two of you and Marco, you were keeping a close eye on it. For now, there was no reason to believe he couldn’t fight it, or that he couldn’t celebrate his birthday properly. So the celebrations ensued. You leaned against his side, head resting against his, smile tugging at your lips.
“They need more downtime like this.” You murmured, smile broadening as Newgate gently took your hand into his.
“They do, but this life is unfortunately not one that affords for that often.” He replied, bringing your hand to his lips to kiss it. You kissed his temple in response, simply continuing to observe the party. It went on from the early morning to late into the evening, but after the cake came out, the two of you took your leave.
“Happy birthday Oyaji!” The men cheered, a large chorus of voices celebrating the long life of your husband. He laughed loudly when presented with his cake, large enough to feed the entire fleet, and topping it were two large candles that Marco lit with his own flames as he swooped by. With insistance from the men, Newgate leaned into to blow them out, and took deliberate pause, a demonstration of making a wish as they’d asked.
“What did you wish for?” You whispered into his ear when he sat back in his chair, a small army of the fleet carrying the cake away to be cut up for everyone. Two large slices were delivered to the both of you first, which you took with a grin and a thanks, setting them down on the table together.
“Well I can’t tell you that, or it won’t come true.” He replied with a little smirk, and you just rolled your eyes with a fond smile firmly in place. He was still a child at heart really. But, as your eyes turned back to the men below you, you felt his large hand subtly slide higher up your thigh.
You had a feeling you knew what he wanted for his birthday. So, it wasn’t long after that when the two of you chose to retire to bed, and relax together for the reminder of the night.
You knew what was coming the moment the door closed, but you still barely avoided yelping as Newgate picked you up with ease. You wrapped your legs around his waist and arms around his neck, laughing openly. If there was one thing that he’d always been good at, it was making you laugh. You were, technically, the first member of his crew all those years ago, the first person to deem him worthy of following, and you’d been there ever since. Throughout your time of knowing each other, happiness, and therefore laughter, had persisted.
He set you down on the bed gently, following you down part way. He stopped above your abdomen then leaned down to kiss along it, and up toward your chest.
“You going to tell me what that wish was?” You asked, reaching out to run your hand down his neck, letting it rest there while he kissed your still clothed body.
“Not yet.” He replied, then with surprisingly nimble fingers, pulled down your pants and discarded them, having already taken off your boots. You shivered, goosebumps raising over your skin, body now exposed to the cool air around you. That didn’t last long however, as soon you were covered by Newgate’s broad chest, then promptly distracted by the lips on your skin.
He didn’t bother removing your underwear, just pulling it aside so he could press his face into your folds, licking from your hole to your clit with a rumbling hum that resonated deep in his chest.
“Missed you.” He mumbled, then dove right back in. When you were younger, with a less active ship, you’d passed a lot of nights just like this. You hardly had the time anymore, and often if you did have the time you were at risk of being interrupted, but your birthdays were sacred. You weren’t to be interruped unless it was a true emergency, and everyone could accept that.
You were brought back into the moment by a thick finger pushing into your hole. It’d been too long since you’d felt Newgate’s cock inside you, you both knew it, and so he’d need to spend some real time prepping you, making sure you’d be able to take him without pain. You’d decided a long time ago that your love life should never involve pain, your daily life had plenty of that. His tongue circled your clit, making your back arch, and you placed a firm hand over your mouth preemptively. You knew you’d only be able to remain quiet for so long. With his free hand, Newgate gripped your hips so he could guide and restrict you as needed, then dove in with vigour. He’d not always eaten you out like the professional he was now, no you’d had to spend time training him, but the bonus of that was you were the one who’d spent several decades reaping the rewards that followed - which was, of course, many orgasms.
You attempted to grind down on his tongue, but were prevented with his steel grip, determined to make you orgasm for himself without the help of your grinding hips or wandering hands. A second finger slowly began to stretch your hole, helping to prep you for what would be the main event. Newgate eagerly distracted you with his mouth, gently sucking on your clit just to make you moan into your hand, encouraged by the sound however muffled it was. His fingers curled just right inside you, brushing against your gspot to make you squeeze your eyes closed, again attempting to grind down against him, but prevented. Newgate had learned every inch of your body, he knew exactly how to please you, and you were sure he’d do it several times that night.
It didn’t take long for him to bring you close to the edge, three fingers fucking into you, fast but not rough, and eager mouth against you, licking up all of your juices and working your clit simultaneously, moaning against you for that little extra stimulation. He’d learned to love eating you out, and now he was a champion at it. The one time he’d had an opportunity to taunt Roger with it, after the orgy with Shakky and Rayleigh, had been glorious for everyone except Roger.
You came with a muffled yell of his name, finally allowed freedom to hold onto him tightly and grind against his tongue, riding out your orgasm as you needed, while he continued to finger you, spreading his fingers to stretch your hole as best he could before he finally fucked you.
Even after an orgasm, you were eager for more, desperate to use your rare privacy to actually feel your husband. He didn’t hesitate to reach for you, slamming your lips together in a wet, yearning kiss. You could feel it in the way he held you, how deep this desire went, settled in both your bones. You didn’t get enough time together anymore, not like this. Even if, in theory, neither of you knew for sure that whatever illness he had was incurable, you’d known Roger. You had a feeling. So little time left, you should be making the most of it.
Newgate didn’t pull back to strip out of his clothes, at least as much as he could help it, then removed your shirt which he’d neglected previosuly in favour of getting to your core sooner. Finally, both bare, hands able to touch and explore every inch of skin on the other’s body. You pressed your palm against his pectoral, then dragged it slowly downward, along the various scars that he had. An odd melancholy settled over you in that moment, and when you looked up to meet his eyes, you found it reflected there.
“I love you.” Newgate whispered, leaning in to kiss you gently again.
“I love you too.” You replied, wrapping your arms around his neck to prevent him going far. That made the position choice easy. He lined his cock up with your hole, slicked with only spit and your juices, but that was more than enough, your body was made to take his length.
Slowly, he pushed in, giving you each inch one at a time, both giving you the chance to adjust and teasing you. You didn’t argue, didn’t protest, you just allowed him to do as he pleased, busy basking in the feeling of being properly reunited again. Your nails dug into his shoulders, shuddering breaths escaping you until Newgate sealed them away with his lips on yours.
Neither of you needed to speak, you knew each other too well to need that, emotions and desires exchanged with only body language and the air between you both, haki flaring to comfort each other, a familiar soothing blanket through the room, uniting you and sealing you in the moment together.
Eventually, he began to move, fucking you slow but deep. With each thrust you felt as his tip brushed along your gspot then reached your cervix, kissing it gently before it retreated again. It was enough, the moment was more about the passion and emotion shared between you both than the desperation to share a climax. You cradled the back of his neck, he drew circles into your hip with the pad of his thumb, you rested your hand over his heart just to feel it still beating. After all these years together, it still beat only for you.
Though you wanted to share in your connection, basking in the feeling of being united rather than chasing highs, eventually you both grew impatient. Newgate began to speed up his thrusts, forehead pressed to yours just to keep you close, to be able to see you as your eyes rolled back with pleasure.
“You’re so gorgeous.” Newgate muttered, breathing already heavy. His stamina wasn’t what it used to be, but then neither was yours. Even as you aged well, some skills faded with time, and with how little practice you got of course it faded. That didn’t take the pleasure, or the emotion out of the experience. You looked into your husband’s eyes, and reached to find his hand, linking your fingers together.
“I adore you. Come on, husband mine, show me what you’ve got.” You urged, squeezing his hand gently. He took that invitation for what it was and started slamming into you properly, grunting and making the bed thud as it slammed against the wall behind you. His thick cock bullied your cervix without remorse, like he was determined to leave an imprint of his length inside you, as if he needed to do that anymore - your body was all his and had been for years. You were lost in the pleasure of it all, eyes rolled back and squeezed closed, legs wrapped tightly around his waist, one hand clenching his while the other dug small crescent moon shapes into his shoulder. Until he spoke.
“Finally going to put a baby in you, dear. Help me make my wish come true.” It was only a whisper, but said in that husky, breathless voice it served to nail your pleasure precisely, forcing your orgasm from you without warning. You slapped your hand over your mouth to muffle the deafening moan that left you without your permission, back arching aggressively as your body pulsed with pleasure. Your walls clenched around him repeatedly, drawing his orgasm out shortly after.
Newgate groaned as he filled you with his seed, cock twitching inside you with each pump of his cum. You both needed time to catch your breath, so with careful ease, he turned you both to your sides, cock still pressed deep inside you to stop his cum from leaking out.
“That really what you wished for?” You asked when you finally could, head tucked just beneath his chin. His large hand ran over your back, tracing absent shapes there, just soothing you as you came down from your orgasm, meanwhile your fingers dragged through his fine, white chest hair.
“Yes. More than anything.” He admitted, pressing a soft kiss to your head.
“You know we can’t. It’s not possible, Marco confirmed it years ago.”
“Wishes don’t care for medicine, or so I’ve heard.” Newgate whispered, and the soft grief settled over the room. You wrapped your arms tighter around each other, remaining close. You would clean up later, for now you’d lay in bed together, trying not to think about the dim future ahead of you.
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Synopsis: Jinbei had a dream about you that had things inside him stirring, and you noticed, which leads down the path you were both wishing it would
Tags/Warnings: Jinbei/GN!Reader, AFAB!Reader, devil fruit user!reader, smut, wet dream, first kiss, first time together, two dicks, monster fucking, age gap, size difference, cream pie, begging, praise
Word Count: 3486
Notes: For my friend @discordantwritings
It was so unlike him, like he was newly free again, getting to experience what it’s like to be a normal young man for the first time. He’d not been that man in some years, and yet there he was.
“Please Jinbei, I can take it, promise.” You’d moaned, whimpering as you ground down on his top cock, the other in your hand, stroking it slowly.
“I don’t want to hurt you, love.” He’d replied, lips pressed against the side of your neck.
“You won’t, I’m dripping for you. Please-”
Jinbei shook his head to banish the dream, frowning at the wet patch he’d left behind on his sheets. He couldn’t believe that he’d had a wet dream about you. Of course, he knew he was harbouring some feelings for you, was more than aware of it really, but he chose to be respectful and remain friends. He’d never confessed to you, because you were younger than him and had experienced much less hardship - you deserved a lover your own age, that could support you, that was less burdened than he was himself. He’d not disclosed his feelings to anyone else, but he had a feeling a few crew members had noticed, because they were incredibly perceptive people. Thankfully, none had commented, choosing to respect his autonomy on the situation.
He took some time laying in bed to calm himself down before heading for the deck to check the Sunny’s course, banishing his dream from his mind, even as your needy voice echoed through it, begging for him.
Of course, given the way the day had started, maybe Jinbei should’ve known it would continue to be a day of things going just a little wrong, and inconveniencing him.
As he stepped out of the boys’ room, he almost fully collided with you as you were passing, dressed in nothing but a towel. You gasped and gripped your towel tighter, stopping it just before it could slip any lower and reveal more of your naked body. Jinbei fought against his mind, shoving visions of you naked on top of him back down desperately, so he could apologise.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting anyone else to be awake, I should’ve been more careful.” He said softly, not wanting to wake any of the boys that were still sleeping.
“No, honestly you’re okay. I should be paying more attention to where I’m going.” You replied with a laugh, and Jinbei was just smitten with the sound of your laugh. You were gorgeous, and kind, and he loved the sound of your voice. He was a little bit smitten with all of you really.
“Well, I’ll let you be on your way then.” Jinbei gestured for you to continue on your path, but you didn’t move, instead just staring at him for a long moment.
“Are you feeling okay, Jinbei?” Your voice came, and Jinbei paused, confused by the question. Did he not look okay?
“Yes, I’m feeling fine. Why do you ask?” He replied, watching as your hand inched closer, and you pushed up onto your tip toes to touch his face. You paused just before touching him, and he processed the look of distress on your face before what had caused it - you leaned just a little too far, just a little too unsteadily, and you began to tip forward at the same time as your towel came untied and fell to the ground at your feet, leaving your bare body pressed up against his. A beat passed in stunned silence, eyes fixed on each others, Jinbei hesitant to even offer a steadying hand lest he make you uncomfortable, and you still staring like you knew something you shouldn’t.
“You can touch me, you know.” You said, surprised by your own boldness.
“Excuse me?” Jinbei whispered unintentionally, voice caught in his throat in his surprise and confusion.
“I- I’m sorry I’m not sure where that came from. I just.. my fruit. I see auras, remember, and when you look at me yours is, it’s gorgeous and a little overwhelming. But, I think you want that. I do too.” There was so much to unpack in that sentence, so much to think harder about and to determine whether furthering anything that happened between you was even healthy. But in that moment, all Jinbei wanted to do was what you’d said - touch.
First, his hands just rested on your waist and lower back, keeping you steady. You were still leaning up against him, and finally you rested your hands on him, splayed across his large chest. He was huge beside you, both in height and breadth, and it had never been as apparent as it was in that moment. Your eyes trailed slowly over his form, mostly covered unlike your own. It was with a quiet reverence that he began to remove his own clothes to cover your smaller body, letting you drown in not just fabric but also his scent of sea salt and musk. He was left then in his underwear, at least, so if anyone were to stumble across you both they wouldn’t be seeing anything they shouldn’t. Or so you thought, until you realised what you could feel against your abdomen was his hard cock. You felt it twitch against you, which brought forth the vague memory of a conversation you’d overheard between Franky and Jinbei.
“You don’t have to. I know it’s a lot.” He soothed, as if reading your mind, and you chuckled softly.
“Maybe.. not today?”
“That implies there’s other chances.” Jinbei followed, fingers beginning to wander over your skin, beneath the clothes he’d given you, nowhere they shouldn’t be, but wandering all the same.
“I’d like there to be.”
You’d been interrupted after that, and unable to get time alone for weeks after. Things were always full speed ahead when you were sailing with Luffy, and neither of you minded that of course, but the tension between you both was rising. People were starting to notice it, they’d be stupid not to, but you did your best to ignore or dismiss comments and jokes. This was between you and Jinbei, nobody else.
So, when the crew docked and Jinbei offered to stick with the Sunny to keep her safe, you decided you’d keep him company, without really announcing it to anyone. Robin gently squeezed your hand as you parted ways, and when you opened your hand again, you found a small vial of lube there. You’d curse her, if you weren’t grateful. It’d certainly come in handy, if you got your way.
In the time you’d been forced apart, you’d had more time to think back on the interaction, and your own feelings for your fishman crewmate, and now you knew more clearly than ever before what exactly you wanted, and the answer was him. You wanted him, in a way that you couldn’t manage to put into words, and you had tried. But that didn’t matter, because with time alone, you’d get to try to tell Jinbei what you meant, and you were sure he’d understand.
Except, there wasn’t much room for talking when the moment you were in an enclosed space with him, Jinbei’s lips were on yours. Not that you were complaining, not at all. Apparently, he’d been thinking about this moment just as much as you had. He guided you towards the nearest wall, pressed you up against it, and grunted a quiet, “jump.” You obeyed without hesitation, and found his large hands beneath you, keeping you lifted from the ground. You wrapped your legs around his waist, heart thundering in your chest, nails digging into his scales, and let him do exactly as he pleased. Especially when he was so good at it.
He kissed you like he’d been practising his entire life for it, his grip on your body firm but not oppressive - he could never hurt you, only support and guide. You knew you were safe there with him, and you relished in it, in the feel of his lips on yours. There was no fireworks, there was no time slowing, there was just the two of you, and the hot air shared between you as your bodies moved together. You knew it’d only escalate from there, and felt distantly glad that the little vial Robin gave you was still in your pocket.
“I’m sorry. I’ve been thinking about that since..” Jinbei trailed off, but you knew what he meant. You leaned in and pressed your lips together again, more gently than before.
“It’s okay. Me too.” You assured him, fingers reaching up to gently scratch against his scalp. He leaned forward to press his forehead to yours, and for a moment there was nothing in the world but the two of you and the connection that you shared. You needed nothing else, not air or food, only him and the feel of his skin against yours.
“If you could get out of my dreams, I’d have a better chance of restraining myself.” He commented absently, but you latched onto it firmly. Dreams? About you? Immediately you began running all the possibilites through your mind, but you knew realistically what he must be dreaming of.
“Jinbei.. I’m flattered,” you teased with a grin, “tell me about them?” Jinbei didn’t blush easily, and it was hard to notice under his scales, which was why you were so utterly charmed when you watched the tips of his ears darken in colour, a sure sign that the question had flustered him.
“I had the first one that day we met in the hall,” he admitted, persisting with his explanation even as you leaned forward to kiss his face and neck, “I dreamt of you dripping wet, sitting in my lap so you could grind on me, and begging for me, I felt like a boy again when I woke up.” Your eyes flicked back up to his, and in an instant the image was playing in your own mind too. Yes, you’d like that.
“No wonder you seemed so unsettled when we bumped into each other.”
“Yes, I’m not surprised you noticed.”
“Have you had more?” You asked then. If you were able, you’d trail your hands over his sensitive spots, teasing him, but in the position you were you couldn’t reach anything, so you simply had to settle for kisses, and your fingers in his hair.
“Yes. Many since.”
You quickly looked around the space, and realised you were in the aquarium bar.
“Why don’t we get more comfortable, and you can tell me all about it? Maybe recreate some of them?” You suggested, gesturing to the rounded sofa. Jinbei didn’t argue, carrying you over to the sofa with ease, and set you down gently. He sat beside you, and the moment he was settled, you climbed up into his lap to be closer to him. His hands came to settle on your body, one on your ass and one on your upper back, keeping you close and steady. Jinbei took a moment to adjust again, careful not to shift you, and it gave you more access to see his body, and to touch it, the way he’d shifted his hips forward to create more space.
“That same image haunts me, quite like this. You in my lap.. my cocks inside you.” He admitted after a moment, thumb rubbing small circles into the flesh of your ass.
“Like this?” You asked softly as you began to rock your hips, rubbing your heat against his hardening cocks beneath you, hands on his chest to steady yourself.
“Yes.” Jinbei replied, already breathless. He looked at you with slightly wide eyes, as if he couldn’t believe what was happening before them, like the image of you touching him was one he wanted burned into his memory forever. You couldn’t say you felt too differently. His kimono had begun to slip from his shoulders, revealing more of his body for you to touch, to kiss and bite.
“Anything else?” You asked, sliding one hand up his body to push his kimono further down, revealing more of his body to your hungry eyes, eager to memorise every inch.
“Mostly that. You.. riding me, until you cum on my cocks. Working to get them both inside you, stretching you out until you’re begging.” The longer he spoke, the more Jinbei seemed to find his confidence, while you only became more eager to give him exactly what he wanted.
Time quickly ran away from you both, grinding your bodies, ravaging each other’s lips, hands touching every inch of each other’s bodies that you could. It was eager and needy, but everything was underlined with respect and adoration. Your feelings for Jinbei had come as a small surprise to you, but they’d grown quickly out of control until you couldn’t imagine being with anyone else, and his feelings for you had been slowly growing over time, until he’d been unable to keep them a secret. It all came together in this moment.
Jinbei had lost his kimono long ago, and now he sat half reclined on the sofa, legs spread just far enough to provide a wide, steady base for you as you lowered yourself down onto his cocks. He’d attempted only once to suggest that this first time that you should just take one, and you’d refused outright. You wanted to feel every inch of him inside of you, and let him enjoy the knowledge that his fantasies were being fulfilled eagerly. Nothing he wanted was too much to ask for. You arched forward, head resting on Jinbei’s shoulder as you inched lower, twin tips stretching you wider than you’d ever been stretched before. Of course, you’d spent time prepping and stretching your hole so you’d be ready, but nothing could’ve prepared you for the feeling of him. They didn’t move in sync, twitching and pulsing to their own beats, which was quickly driving you insane. Jinbei murmursed soft praises in your ear, but otherwise let you control yourself, not wanting to push you beyond your limits. You were firmly in control , at least for now.
You moaned loudly as finally, finally, you found yourself fully seated in Jinbei’s lap, his tips pressing against your cervix and up against your gspot. It was almost overwhelming, the stretch and the fill, you were sure you could feel each and every ridge and vein.
“You’re doing so well.” He mumbled against your ear, kissing your cheek. You knew how close he was to losing his thin control from the way his large hands gripped you, periodically tightening then loosening again.
“What now?” You asked after a moment, breathless like you’d just finished a sprint, unable to move lest it change the feel of him inside you and distract you from your train of thought.
“You don’t want to decide?” He asked, cupping your face gently. Though he was soft in his movements, you could see the lust in his eyes, his thinly veiled need to fuck up into you, and make you look more ruined than you no doubt already did.
“Please.” You moaned, and that was what broke him. Just the same way you’d said it in his dream weeks ago, but so much more real, more authentic. How could he deny you?
He started slow, of course, regardless of his own desire, he still refused to hurt you. But even slow was a lot for you, mouth hanging open as you moaned loudly, head tipped back. You allowed Jinbei to guide your movements, one hand on your ass and the other on your upper back, keeping you bouncing on him with gentle guidance. His own deep moan surprised him, though it shouldn’t have with just how good you felt clenching around him. The sound brought you back to yourself, paying more attention to the man beneath you.
“Want you to fuck me properly, Jin.” You said, leaning down to press your lips messily to his.
“Are you sure?” He asked, even as he began to roll his hips, prepared to fuck you within an inch of your life. He’d been holding back for so long, he wanted to show you just how eager he was to fuck you.
“So sure.” You confirmed, without hesitation. You didn’t care what happened after this as long as he fucked you.
“Tell me to stop if it hurts.” He said firmly, and the sound made you shiver. You never once had felt uncomfortable or unsafe with Jinbei, but for just a second you could see why marines and pirates alike feared and respected him. You wanted him to talk to you like that again. You nodded your confirmation, and that was all he needed.
There was no need to move or adjust the position you were both in, Jinbei just began to fuck up into you, slower first then quickly picking up the pace. He wanted to make you cum, and he wanted to do it quickly. He wanted to utterly blow your mind. You clung to his shoulders, nails digging in as much as they could, moans and whines escaping you without restraint. You couldn’t control them if you tried, you were sure. You could feel each and every inch of him, and two dicks aside, it was so different to any human dick. With slightly pointed tips that probed at your uterus, ribs that seemed almost designed to improve your pleasure, pressing against your gspot with each thrust. No man would be able to pleasure you again after this, at least not as well as Jinbei could. No man would measure up.
“That’s it, love. You’re doing so well.” Jinbei praised softly, tusks pressed up against your skin, soft puffs of air passing across your face. You whined as he praised you, shifting to meet his thrusts as he moved. You were close already, and you were sure he knew it. You were going to cum on his twin cocks, and then you’d be ruined for anyone else.
“Hm, are you going to cum? Go on, dear. Cum on my cocks.” He urged, one hand slipping down between the two of you to rub at your clit in small, sure circles. You had no choice but to listen to him, releasing a loud moan as you gushed around him. You were hopeless to resist him and his skilled movements, which dragged your orgasm out to the point of overstimulation in no time.
“Please-” you moaned, another wave of pleasure washing over you as your walls clenched involuntarily around him, pressing him in tighter against your gspot.
“Please what?” He teased, slowing down for a moment, just to torture you a little. Who knew he had a cruel streak? You made a mental note to make sure to do more with that another time.
“‘s too much, Jin..” he chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that you could feel in your own chest where you were pressed against him, and even that aroused you.
“Too much? I thought you wanted it?” He gave a particularly rough thrust as he spoke, making your back arch and your eyes roll back.
“Want- ah.. want to feel you cum.” You managed to say as he began forcefully fucking into you again, gripping your hips firmly, just barely tight enough to bruise. After all, seeing you marked with prints of his hands would be attractive, but he didn’t want to hurt you too badly.
“What do you say, then?” He asked, pulling back to look directly into your eyes.
“P- hn.. please-”
Who was he to deny you when you sounded so pretty?
It didn’t take long for him to cum anyway, with you squeezing his cocks like a vice, and being the first person he’d fucked in quite some years, but he’d been determined to make you feel good, and so he prioritised your orgasm first. In just a few more thrusts, he was cumming inside you, filling you with his seed as it poured from both tips. You were filled to the brim in moments, forcing it to leak out around his base, running down his thighs to drip onto the floor beneath you. The sound of the dripping was covered by both of you panting, foreheads pressed together so you were sharing the same air.
“Satisfied?” You panted out eventually, careful not to move too much as you shifted to look fully at Jinbei, not wanting to dislodge him and give way to a waterfall of cum.
“I thought you’d be able to tell?”
“It’s a little hard to concentrate on my fruit like this.” You admitted with a soft laugh, and Jinbei joined you.
“I affect you that much?” He asked with a slightly raised brow, smirking just enough to make you want to be fucked all over again.
“When you fuck me like that? Yeah. You do.”
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Synopsis: After some time apart, spent falling apart and thinking over everything, Derek invites you for a drive
Tags/Warnings: Derek/GN!Reader, ex-hunter!Reader, hurt/comfort, background Chris/Peter, pack bonding/feels, “first” date, getting back together, fluff
Word Count: 2,700
Part One | Part Two
You’d done it, you’d ruined your second chance, and you’d done it all by yourself.
You stayed with Chris for a few weeks, letting him guide you through the motions. One night when he’d found you crying at the kitchen counter you’d had a heart to heart, and he’d admitted that it was nice to have someone to care for again. He often found he didn’t know what to do with himself since he’d lost Allison, so you let him help. He made you breakfast, and on the slow mornings he’d bring it through to you. He forced you out of the house if you stayed in for too long, often with Peter at his side to bring some brighter vibes to your otherwise melancholy outings. Thankfully, you were a contractor, so you were able to simply take a break from work while you got yourself through the heartbreak. Peter would spend money on odd things that he’d have delivered to Chris’s door for you. You had a small army of unusual rubber ducks he kept finding and deciding that you needed - it was his way of telling you that he was there, even though he couldn’t help like Chris could. He just wasn’t built for it.
When things were too quiet, you heard Derek’s voice ringing in your mind- “you need to leave” - how defeated and angry he’d sounded. People who intended to give redemption didn’t sound like that.
Scott and Stiles visited once to play video games, just to keep you company and get your mind off everything. They didn’t say much, other than trash talk while playing, and you appreciated them chasing the quiet from the apartment. Chris still had work, and so too often you were left alone with your thoughts. Malia and Lydia visited another day, and rather than forcing you out of the house like you might have expected, the three of you had a quiet pamper day. When left alone, Malia spoke to you about it, the only one brave enough to do so and somehow she was the one to deliver the blow you needed most.
“This is a bit pathetic. Sorry. He’s literally just a guy and it’s not like you had no reason, even if it wasn’t a good one.” You didn’t reply, and she left it there. But it helped, in an odd way.
When Peter got back later that night, after they were gone, he could smell pack in the apartment and you could’ve sworn you’d seen him smile. Despite everything, how wrong you were, how awful you felt for what you’d done to Derek, the pack was willing to rally around you and support you through your grief. That was what it was, you supposed - grief, you were mourning the relationship and life that you’d built with Derek at the centre of it, preparing for the idea that you may never get it back.
It took a total of three weeks, four days, and six hours for Derek to finally reach out. Just one text, but that was all that was needed.
“I’ll pick you up tonight from Chris’s at 8.”
You got ready, but you figured there was no reason to dress up. You showered, scrubbing every inch of yourself to wash away the stench of hurt and pain. Peter stayed close enough to sniff you each time you got out, helping you get rid of most of it with enough scentless soap, and your preferred scented soap in combination. You wore lightwash jeans, a t-shirt, and the hoodie that Chris had given you that first night, when you realised you’d be staying with him for longer than just one night. You’d not thought to grab one when you packed, California was warm after all, but the chill that set into your bones was less to do with that and more to do with your mood, so Chris had helped.
Derek was outside at ten to six, Peter revealed, so you wouldn’t be blindsided by it if you glanced his car from the window. He insisted you remain inside until six, in part to be petty and in part to calm down from the rising panic and distress at the knowledge he really had come to pick you up. Peter coached you through it as best he could, until a very Malia-like sentence came out of his mouth.
“Good god, it’s just Derek! He couldn’t hurt a fly, and he’s tried, take that from the guy he killed.” And the soft laughter that bubbled up in your chest against your will, despite the tears in your eyes, gave both of you some relief. He wrapped you in a warm embrace, hand dragged up your back to gently squeeze your neck, the most affectionate thing you’d known Peter to do since you met him.
“You’ll be fine. And if you’re really not, you have my number.” Peter said where he leaned in the doorframe to the apartment, and you had a text from Chris when you opened your phone, assuring you of much the same.
It would be fine, even if it wasn’t.
Derek looked as rough as you felt. You climbed into the passenger seat in silence, and he said nothing as he pulled away from the curb, beginning to drive to who knew where. Nobody turned on the radio, both preferring to suffer in the oppressive silence between you. You didn’t want to start, you knew that ultimately you were the one who’d made the bad choice and the one to hurt Derek, so he should speak first. It seemed he was intent on making you squirm first.
It wasn’t until you’d passed the sign to show you were leaving Beacon Hills that Derek spoke.
“I get it.” He said, voice hoarse, like he’d not spoken in days. That alone was enough to begin releasing some of the tension in your chest, but not enough. Not enough to actually help you feel any better, because it truly meant nothing. Just because Derek understood why you’d done it, didn’t mean he’d forgive you, or that he accepted the reasoning. He just understood.
“I’ve lied to people before. Everyone has. It’s hard to tell the truth after you’ve already been lying, and I get why.. this lie specifically was so hard to admit to,” he explained, hands tightening periodically on the steering wheel, “but I’m still.. I want to be angry, but it just hurts.” He then admitted, softer. You nodded, swallowing hard.
“That’s.. fair. I don’t blame you at all. I- I was just so stuck, and I was scared. Malia came over the other day, she’s been the only person to speak to me like an adult about it, I guess. She said .. ‘you had a reason, even if it wasn’t a good one’ and it helped. Because I didn’t lie for the fun of it, but fuck it was a lame excuse. I lied to protect myself, instead of being honest to protect you.”
Every moment of those three weeks apart, you were thinking about what you could possibly say to Derek if given the opportunity, and that was the conclusion you’d come to.
“I was a coward and.. I can’t put into words how sorry I am for that.”
The silence after that was less heavy, less interwoven with all your unspoken hurt feelings and angers and grief. Finally, Derek reached out to turn on the music, a CD rather than the radio, one you’d put together as a pair and burned onto the disc. You’d done it after Derek had told you how much he’d wanted to give someone a mixtape as a teenager, but never got the chance. It was a sweet moment, and when you’d played it for the first time, you’d just laid in bed together, holding one another, and enjoying it.
“I don’t want to lose you.” Derek said, after the end of the first song.
“Me neither.” You replied, giving Derek the time to find the words for whatever he wanted to say next.
“I just don’t know how we move past this,” he said, pausing as he waited for a car to pass before turning, “I can forgive you, eventually, but I don’t think I can forget that it happened.”
“You don’t need to forget, I wouldn’t expect that.”
“But then, I still don’t, or I didn’t, know what to do. How we move on to whatever comes next.”
“You say that like you’ve figured it out.”
“Yesterday, just before I texted you. I had an idea. I didn’t want to.. come back to you and tell you that I just didn’t know because.. it wasn’t helpful. I spent a lot of time talking to Stiles’ dad, actually. He came by with a six pack and just sat with me, let me talk about it even when I didn’t know what I was talking about. He gave me.. a lot of words I could put to the feelings. And it was him that said I should figure out.. what I want. What would help us to.. move on, because it festers otherwise. I watched it happen with one of my aunts. I don’t want that to be us.” Derek finished just as he pulled up outside a small diner. It was the classic diner, just what you’d expect to find in the middle of nowhere on the side of a road to nowhere.
“I want to start again. A first date.” Derek finally said, turning to you, waiting for your response.
“Really?” Was all you could manage, hands trembling slightly in your lap.
“Really. Let me take you for.. shitty diner food, and we can pretend that this is the beginning again. Not a clean slate but.. close. This time, full honesty.” His hand lingered on the handle, hesitating to get out of the car until you confirmed.
“I’d like that, Derek. A lot.” You agreed, with a small nod and a watery smile. Derek got out of the car.
You weren’t able to commit to pretending, there was still too much hurt between you, but you got close. You walked up to the diner close enough for your shoulders to brush, but not holding hands; you ordered a big milkshake to share, like real cliches; you told each other things you already knew, and some things that you hadn’t; you laughed at bad jokes, and the waitress told you she loved to see young love.
Love felt like a heavy word to use given everything, but Derek just smiled, and you looked away with warm cheeks. Like a real first date. You ordered each other’s favourites, an in-joke neither of you could abandon, but shared everything between the both of you so nobody missed out. You even stayed for dessert, with no concerns that it would go unfinished with Dereks’ werewolf appetite.
The drive back home was lighter, with music playing and no more words needed. As you passed the sign back into Beacon Hills, Derek took your hand and held it loosely in his lap. Keeping you close.
Apparently, Chris and Peter had known exactly what the plan was, because when you pulled back up at the apartment building - neither of you quite ready for you to go back to the loft - they were waiting with stern expressions that kept faltering in the face of how silly the situation was.
“And what time do you call this?” Peter asked, raising his wrist, tapping it as if there was a watch there - there wasn’t.
“Sorry, we got dessert.” Derek replied, leaning up against his car with arms folded.
“Well, by curfew next time young man.” Chris added, all illusions of sternness gone when he looked at you with a wide smile. You looked back at Derek, your smile small and fragile, but when he returned it you felt something inside you heal back into place.
You headed back up to Chris’ apartment together, laughing at Chris and Peter’s antics.
“You knew.” You accused them once you were back inside, pulling off Chris’ hoodie to hang it up in the hallway.
“Not until you were already sat down. Derek texted Peter to let him know.”
“I didn’t realise you and Derek texted.” You said as you turned to Peter.
“Only about you.” He replied shamelessly, which just made you sigh. Peter pressed a kiss to Chris’ temple as he passed by, going to get ready for bed. Apparently that was his limit on mushy things for one day. Chris wrapped you in a warm hug before you could follow suit.
“I’m glad it went well, but it’s what comes next that’s hard.”
“What?”
“Not falling apart again.”
You and Derek took things slow, both glad to Chris for letting you keep staying with him in the meantime. You went back to work so your time was fuller again, bringing money back in so you could treat Chris and Peter one night, they arrived home to a spread of their favourite takeouts. Just as a thank you for all they’d done for you. You headed over to the Stilinski house one night to play games with the pack, and Noah gave you a quick side hug. You smuggled him a bacon topped burger as a thank you for his help, then distracted Stiles while he ate it by beating his ass in Smash Bros.
There were more dates, taking things slow and keeping it lowkey. Derek planned another date, a midday coffee date a week after the first. You planned a picnic date deep in the preserve where nobody would stumble across you, Peter having helped you pack the food. Derek planned a date to a restaurant in Silver Lake, giving yourselves the privacy of nobody knowing you there. You planned a date at the museum in Beacon County, something that didn’t involve just talking and eating.
Derek planned a date at the loft, the first time you’d both been there since the fight that almost ended your relationship. You banished that memory with new ones, watching movies as you cuddled together on the sofa, until you both fell asleep there, leaning against each other like there was nothing wrong in the world.
The bliss was interrupted when another Big Bad arrived to attempt to kill the population of Beacon Hills, and this time when your aim rang true, shooting straight through the brain of a creature that had been primed to deal Derek a killing blow (the first time in your life that you’d managed to deal your own killing blow) there was no shock. No shock, no yelling, no devastation. Just Derek’s lips on yours for the first time in weeks, arms wrapped around your waist, and a soft thank you whispered against your lips.
You stayed in the loft that night, curled up in the bed you now were sure would be yours again soon, Derek’s arms wrapped tight around you to keep you close.
“I thought you were a bad shot.” He said into the darkness, and you could feel the movement of his lips against your skin.
“No, I’m a great shot. I’ve just.. never been able to shoot something living. At least not enough to kill. Never quite.. sat right with me.” You explained, fiddling absently with his fingers.
“But you did today.”
“To protect you.” You said, like it was the simplest thing in the world, because suddenly it was. Why would you ever do anything else? Derek was the man you planned to spend the rest of your life with, and so nothing mattered more than keeping him safe.
Derek turned you over suddenly, so you lay on your back, and he followed after, kneeling over you. You said nothing, waiting to see why he’d done that, and he just stared.
“I love you.” He whispered as the moon came in through the window, lighting his face just enough to reveal electric blue beta eyes.
“That does it for you, really?” You joked, and the growl that replied was playful.
“Say it back.” He insisted, rolling his eyes, though he wasn’t ashamed of it.
“I love you too, Derek.”
