Blue jays lost so brutally last weekend I had to write this to cheer myself up please enjoy (spoiler alert it didn't work im still upset about that rip jays you'll always be famous)
Characters: Sanji, Zoro, Ace, Law (separately)
WC: ~200 each
CW: Oral f!receiving, multiple positions, sanji's lowkey a sub cause I just couldn't help myself, mentions of reader wearing a skirt, I'm contributing to the virgin!law agenda
Sanji
Your legs are slung over Sanji’s shoulders. He’s on his knees in front of you, you’re sitting on the edge of the table, leaning back on your elbows as you watch him. His blond hair is messy against his forehead from you mussing it up. His eyes are closed in concentration as he works his tongue over your clit in slow, languid strokes. His hands grip the outside of either one of your thighs, holding your legs in place and keeping you perfectly positioned for him. The soft stroking of his thumb over your outer thigh matches the pace of his tongue. He savours every moment, switching between the easy strokes of his tongue, sucking on your clit, and lapping at your opening. You lift up from your elbows and move a hand back down to his hair. His eyes flutter open as he looks up at you reverently. You pull on his hair, and his eyes roll back as he moans against you, the vibrations making you gasp. The combination of your hand in his hair, thighs caging him in, taste on his tongue, and pretty sounds in his ear is nearly enough to make him cum untouched. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time it’s happened.
Zoro
You stifle a giggle as Zoro drags you back to your room. You’re barely through the door before he’s dropping to his knees, pushing you back against the wall and dragging one of your legs up over his shoulder. He shoves your skirt up and rips your panties to the side, wasting no time diving in. Quick, rough strokes of his tongue over your clit, moving in a rhythm that’s sensible only to him but works you up perfectly. One of his calloused hands grips your hip tightly, holding you steady while the other grips your thigh, keeping it pulled up and holding you open. He moans against your core as your hands fall to his hair, holding him tightly against you. He nips at your clit occasionally, the sting of pain making you gasp, but he loves the way it makes your grip on his hair tighten. He’s greedy when he gets into it, and won’t let you go until he wrung at least a few orgasms out of you. He loves it when your knees go weak, and he’s more than strong enough to hold you up so that he can keep going when your legs give out on you.
Ace
Ace loves to have you sit on his face. Your hands grip the headboard to keep you steady as he guides you down to his mouth. He starts teasingly, nipping at your inner thighs and inevitably leaving marks, but is slow to get to where you need him. That said, once he runs his tongue through your slit for the first time, all teasing goes out the window. His grip on you tightens as he pulls you down harder against his face, moaning as your taste melts on his tongue. He alternates between sucking on your clit, loving the way it makes you react, and fucking his tongue into your opening. He gets lost in the feeling and the taste of you, eyes shut in bliss as he savours every second. He adores the mess you're making on his face – he’s always been a messy eater. When you get close, you start grinding against his face, and he gets impossibly harder as you use him to chase your high. He uses his grip on your hips to guide your movements, opening his eyes back up so that he can watch your face as you reach your peak. He won’t let you get up until you’ve cum so many times that you’re begging him to let you up, and only then does he release you with the biggest, most self-satisfied grin on his face.
Law
You bite back a smile at the look of concentration on Law’s face. After all, you don’t want to make him more nervous than he already is. He’s trying to hide it as he lays you down on the bed, but you can see the tense set of his brows as he kisses his way down your body. He makes quick work of your bottoms, hands deceptively steady from years of surgical experience. He’s slower to remove your panties, watching your face for any hint that he should stop. You nod, and that’s all the encouragement he needs to toss those aside, too. He presses the softest of kisses to your clit, eyes glued to your face as he does. He’s studying you for your reactions, trying to gauge what you like without having to ask. A little more confident, he pokes his tongue out to circle your clit. Your pleased gasp encourages him, and soon he’s working you with expert precision. Two tattooed fingers come to press against your soaked entrance as he roughly flicks his tongue over your clit. Your hands fist the sheets as he slowly pushes his fingers inside, grinning against you as you arch off the bed. His free arm comes over your hips to hold you in place as he scrapes his teeth over your clit. You come undone the moment his fingers hook against your g-spot in time with him sucking on your clit. For someone who has never done this before, he sure is a quick study.
When you go up to Law on the deck of the polar tang, the ocean breeze blows loose strands of hair into your face. He reaches a tattooed hand up as you speak, carefully brushing your hair back from your face and tucking it behind your ear. You stutter over your words at the gentle gesture, but he doesn’t so much as blink at the intimacy of it. His hand lingers for just a moment too long, savouring the feel of his fingers brushing over your cheek before he lets his hand drop back down to his side. It comes so naturally to him, the urge to brush your hair back from where it’s getting in your eyes. In part, he wants to relieve you of any discomfort, but more than anything, he wishes to keep your face open for him to admire.
Luffy: Booping your nose
It doesn’t matter what you’re doing. Whether you’re reading, eating, daydreaming, or anything in between, the moment you see Luffy approaching, you scrunch your nose in anticipation. Without fail, Luffy always greets you with a wide grin and a boop on the nose. You’re not sure when he picked up the habit, but the action always makes you laugh. Honestly, you think that’s half the reason he does it. It’s such a small thing, but it’s so inherently him, and it makes you feel special, even if it is a little silly. It’s a small act of intimacy reserved just for the two of you, and the silliness of the act makes it so authentic to Luffy.
Sanji: Gives you the first bite of his food
“Come here a second, my love,” Sanji calls over to you. You round the island, moving to his side. He’s holding the spoon up with an eager smile, excited for you to try his new recipe. Much to Luffy’s dismay, Sanji always saves the first bite of food for you. He craves your praise like a drug, and you never disappoint.
“Mmm, Sanji, this divine,” You practically moan, and his smile widens even more. He’s always been proud of his cooking ability, but never more than when he sees the reactions his food gets out of you. He’s slowly started tweaking his recipes based on your reactions until they’re crafted just to your preference, ensuring you love his food every time. He’s effectively combined his two loves: cooking and you.
Zoro: Sidewalk rule
Walking through the small island town, Zoro always makes sure he walks on the side of the path closest to the canal. He does it so naturally that at first, you don’t even notice. But time and again, Zoro ensures that he places his body between you and the potential danger.
When you’re walking through a bustling town with plenty of people milling about, he moves closer to your side, placing his hand on the small of your back to help guide you through the crowd. His urge to protect you is entirely instinctual. He doesn’t really think about why he places himself between you and the canal, or why he enters your personal space when pushing through a crowd. All he knows is that he feels more at ease when he knows you’re taken care of.
Ace: Pressing his knee against yours under the table
You’re about halfway through your meal, engrossed in a conversation with Marco, when Ace comes to sit down beside you. You continue speaking with Marco, smiling up at Ace but keeping your focus on the man sitting across from you. The first brush of Ace’s knee against yours, you barely notice, assuming it’s accidental. But then he does it again, more intentionally. His knee lingers as it pushes against yours before dropping away from you. You never falter in speaking, but your attention pulls away from the topic at hand, focusing more on the man next to you as he pushes his leg against yours once more. This time, you push back, catching his grin out of the corner of your eye as you silently acknowledge his not-so-subtle bid for attention. He’s polite enough not to interrupt your conversation – this time, at least – but the comforting press of his thigh against yours as he scoots marginally closer to you is enough to ensure you’re aware of his presence. It’s a silent way for him to show that he wants you close, without having to voice the thought.
I might make a part two of this with ace and law (and maybe others?) so let me know if you have any characters/favourite parts you'd like to see!
WC: 150-200 each
CW: fluff and smut, kept it short and sweet <3
Sanji
Eyes
How they soften when you look at him, how they crinkle in the corners when he makes you smile
He always knows what you’re thinking when he looks into your eyes
He knows it's corny, but he could genuinely spend hours staring into your eyes and never get bored
He is very fond of eye contact, it makes him feel connected with you
He's able to read you so well; if you catch his gaze from across the room, he instantly knows what you need (it's led to him saving you from more than a few uncomfortable conversations in bars before)
Tits
Rests with his head on your chest, nuzzling your tits
Loves watching you ride him so that he can admire the way they bounce
Your tits fit so perfectly in his hands, he loves toying with them
Constantly litters them with hickeys because he can’t help himself
Luffy
Smile
The way your whole face morphs with joy when you smile at something he says
Delights in making you laugh, your smile is the perfect reward
When someone tells a joke, he always looks at you, wanting to see you laugh
The sight of your smile always makes him smile too
Thighs
Always rests his hand on your thigh when you’re sitting next to each other
Savours the way your thighs squeeze his head when he’s eating you out
Loves digging his fingers into the soft flesh of your thighs when he pushes your legs against your chest as he fucks into you
Leaves a mess of hickeys along your inner thighs because he loves watching you squirm as he nips at your skin, and loves knowing that he’s left a private mark on you
Zoro
Hands
Your hands are so much smaller than his; it makes him feel strong and capable
Comparing his calloused hands to your softer ones makes him feel like your protector
He's always holding your hand when exploring new islands, using his grip on you to guide you through the crowds – he feels important because he's keeping you safe, and you can make sure he doesn't wander off and get lost
He'll absently trace the lines of your palm when the two of you lie in bed together
He thinks it's cute when your nails are painted, especially when it's green though he'd never admit it
Ass
He’s a menace, always smacking your ass when you walk past him
Loves fucking you from behind so that he can admire the way your ass ripples with every thrust
Smacks your ass and relishes the sight of a handprint forming
Is not above biting the soft flesh of your ass, thinks it’s cute how it makes you shriek
hello!!! i was wondering if you could write 'accidently calling them daddy in bed' sort of thing? fem!reader, and with law, ace, sanji and luffy? if you feel comfortable, no pressure!
have a good day 😊!
anon I LOVED this idea it was so much fun to write!! Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy!!
Characters: Trafalger D. Law, Portgas D. Ace, Sanji, Monkey D. Luffy
WC: roughly 500-600 each
CW: established relationship, unprotected penetrative sex, use of "daddy," dirty talk, praise kink, rough sex, edging, begging, i think that's it?
18+ MDNI
part 2 here
Law
Your legs are wrapped tightly around his waist as he pounds into you harshly. The long day of Penguin and Shachi nagging him had worn his patience thin, and you were suffering the consequences. Though, you’d never complain.
His tip bullies your cervix, hard enough for tears to pool in your lower lash line, but not hard enough for you to want to stop. The pain mixes with the pleasure, making your head spin as you lose control over your rational thought, the only focus in your mind him.
Your walls tighten around his cock as you arch into him. His grip on your hip is bruising, the other hand braced next to your head to support his weight.
“You gonna cum again?” He scoffs.
You whimper, nodding frantically as your eyes squeeze shut.
“Words,” He reminds you coldly. If your eyes had been open, you would have seen the way his brows furrowed, tongue poking out as he focuses on holding his orgasm back, wanting to cum at the same time as you.
“Please, Daddy, I’m gonna cum soon. Please can I cum?”
His hips stutter, eyes widening as he focuses on your face, screwed up in pleasure. You’re too far gone to realize what you’d said.
A grin spreads as he renews his effort, pounding into you harder than before. The name had sparked something in him, and he was even more focused on making you cum. He wanted to reward you for how good he felt.
“Yeah, baby. Cum for me.”
Ever obedient, you came with a cry. Your nails dug into his strong arms, eyes rolling back as waves of pleasure crashed through you. Your walls spasmed around him, milking his cock as he came with a groan, hot spurts of cum filling you up.
You come down slowly, aftershocks of pleasure coursing through you as you blink your eyes open, admiring the disheveled state of Law above you. His eyes are half-lidded as he grins at you, eyebrow raised in amusement as he waits for your brain to catch up with your actions.
Your eyes widen as you realize what you’d said, “Oh my god did I call you–”
“Daddy? Yeah, baby. You did.” He’s smirking as your cheeks turn red and you bring your hands up to cover your face with a groan. “Don’t worry, baby. I liked it.”
You slowly part your fingers, peering up at him through your hands, “Yeah?”
He nods, pulling your hands away and dropping his head to kiss you softly.
Ace
Your cries are muffled as he pushes your head further into the pillows, the sound of skin meeting skin ringing through the room.
His other arm is wrapped under your waist, holding your hips up at just the right angle. His eyes are glued to the way your ass ripples with each thrust of his hips into yours. He tugs his lower lip between his teeth, groaning softly at the way your walls squeeze him so nicely.
Your cries get louder, walls squeezing him tighter as you feel the precipice of your orgasm right there when suddenly he pulls out, leaving you empty and wanting.
You almost sob, fisting the sheets as a cry of frustration leaves you. You’d been at this for nearly an hour. Ace knew your body too well, knew exactly how you felt when you were about to cum. He’d had you walking the line for far too long, never letting you succumb to the pleasure.
“Please!” You cry, the word muffled by the pillow. You can hear his light chuckle as he taps his tip over your hole, not bothering to answer you.
He slams back into your warmth in one smooth motion, setting a punishing pace immediately. His cock slides easily in and out of you, your arousal soaking your thighs, his pelvis, everywhere.
You’re quickly pushed to the edge of your orgasm, oversensitive from all the teasing. He can tell, and pulls out yet again.
“Please let me cum, Daddy, please!” You babble desperately, tears soaking the pillow, “Please, I’ve been so good.”
He blinks at the name, a smile spreading. His cock weeps as he rubs it through your folds, drunk on your pleas. He notches his tip in your entrance, but doesn’t push it in just yet.
“C’mon angel, beg for Daddy’s cock. Tell me how much you want it.”
“Please, Daddy, I want your cock so bad. You make me feel so good, so so good. I wanna cum all over your cock, wanna show you how well you fuck me. Love your cock, Daddy, love the way you fuck me. Please fuck me. Wanna feel your big cock filling me up again.”
He grins, borderline feral as he slams into you. You cry out, the drag of his cock against your oversensitive walls almost painful. Your head is fuzzy as you feel your orgasm build again. Your knuckles turn white from how hard you’re gripping the sheets as you silently beg him not to pull out again.
To your relief, he doesn’t. Your orgasm hits you like a train, your whole body shaking from the force of your orgasm. The arm around your waist is the only thing keeping you in place as your body goes limp with pleasure.
He collapses into you, sweaty chest pressing against your back, pushing you deeper into the mattress as his orgasm hits him. His teeth dig into your shoulder with a muffled groan, hips grinding against yours to work you both through your highs.
He detaches his teeth from your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to the mark and rolling off of you with a grin.
“Daddy, huh?”
“Shut up. You liked it.”
Sanji
Your head is lying against his shoulder, eyes shut and body lax with pleasure. He has you seated on his cock, hands on your hips lifting you up and down repeatedly. You’d long given up on doing the work. His gentle voice in your ear had urged you to let him take over, to just sit back and relax, let him give you pleasure. You’d given in, forever weak to his loving gaze.
“Pretty, pretty girl,” His voice is rough in your ear, nose nuzzling into your hair, “Look at how well you take me. Pretty little pussy swallowing my cock so well. You make me feel so good, the way you squeeze my cock has me seeing stars.” You whimper at his praise, cheeks burning as you hide your face in the crook of his neck.
“Aw, sorry angel am I making you shy?” He chuckles softly, not sorry at all. “I can’t help it; you just do such a good job! So wet, and warm, nice and tight too. The most perfect pussy I’ve ever seen. And oh, you taste so sweet. Better than any meal I’ve ever had.”
You whimper again, senses overwhelmed. The tip of his cock rubs your g-spot perfectly with every thrust, his pelvis rubbing your clit just right with each lift of your hips, and the filthy praise in your ear shooting straight to your core.
You can feel yourself getting close again. You’d long lost track of how many times you’d cum. Sanji was determined to get at least one more out of you, then maybe he’d consider it a job well done. There was very little he liked more than watching you go dumb on his cock, muscles limp as you gave yourself over to him completely. The trust you placed in him to take care of you warmed his heart, and he was determined not to take it for granted.
“Just like that, angel. Can feel you squeezing my cock so nicely. You gonna cum again? You like the way I’m fucking you, like the way I make you feel? Go on, pretty baby. Cum for me, show me how good I make you feel.” His voice is soft as he coaxes you towards your orgasm, but there’s an undercurrent to his tone, something that shows you just how much he craves the sensation of you choking his cock. The barely audible desperation tugs at your heart, urging you to push the fog out of your brain just enough to babble a response.
“So good, Daddy. You make me feel so good, wanna cum again. Gonna cum all over your cock again, wanna show you that you make me feel so, so good. No one else makes me feel this good, only you.”
He moans loudly, suddenly pushed over the edge into his own orgasm at your words. Your moan matches his as you feel his cock throb inside of you, ropes of cum spilling into you and pushing you over the edge as well.
Your head lolls against his shoulder as your legs shake, walls spasming around his pumping cock as you sink into the pleasure he gives you, body light and airy as he presses messy kisses over the side of your head. As you both come down, his hands leave your hips to pull your face away from his neck.
His lips meet yours in a searing kiss, the tang of blood making you blink your eyes open, brows furrowed in concern. Your gaze narrows in on his nosebleed, eyes widening in concern.
“Sanji! You’re bleeding!” You look around for something to staunch the bleeding. “Sanji? Who’s Sanji? I’m ‘Daddy’ now, right?” His voice is dazed as he gazes at you like he worships you.
You frown at him, nose crinkling in annoyance, “Damn, I did say that, didn’t I? You lose ‘Daddy’ privileges if you’re annoying about it, so tread carefully.”
His smile is dazed as he shakes his head, “I won’t be annoying. I’m never annoying.”
You roll your eyes, wiping the drying blood from his nose and leaning down to kiss him again.
Luffy
Your legs are wrapped tightly around his waist, arms around his shoulders as you kiss him messily. His hands are under your thighs, holding you up against the wall as his cock pumps in and out of you.
His teeth catch your lower lip, sucking it into his mouth. You whimper, fingers tangling in his hair. His fingers dig tighter into the fat of your thighs, a moan leaving his lips as he kneads the flesh.
He releases your lower lip, dropping his head to suck a mark into the crook of your neck. Your head drops back against the wall, lips parted with pleasure.
The tip of his cock kisses your cervix, dragging perfectly over your g-spot with each thrust. His pelvis grinds against your clit, the friction making your head spin. You pant softly, the grip on his hair tightening as you feel yourself edging closer to your high.
“Luffy,” You whimper. “I’m so close. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
He breaks away from your neck to rest his forehead against yours, grinning, “I won’t stop pretty baby, don’t you worry. You like the way I’m fucking you? Am I making you feel good?”
“So good, you’re making me feel so good. Gonna cum soon, please let me cum soon Luffy.” You whine, struggling to focus on his face as you grow dizzy with pleasure.
“Yeah, you wanna cum? You wanna make a mess all over my cock?” You nod desperately, trying to hold your orgasm off until you get his permission.
“Beg for it, baby. Convince me.”
“Please! Please Luffy, let me cum on your cock. You make me feel so, so good. Wanna show you how good you make me feel, please let me show you how good you make me feel. Gods, please can I cum I’m so close.” Your words are whimpered, eyes squeezing shut as you focus on holding your orgasm off.
He grins, “Cum for me, baby.” You cry out, back arching off the wall as your orgasm crashes through you. Your body shakes with pleasure, walls clamping down on his cock as your arousal gushes out, soaking his pelvis and your inner thighs.
He groans, eyes squeezing shut as he grinds into you one last time before cumming, his seed spilling out of him and painting your walls. You moan at the feeling, clenching harder around him.
His hips keep moving, fucking himself through his orgasm. You whimper, oversensitive and desperate for relief. Your hands smack at his shoulders but he ignores you, eyes glued to where you’re joint as his cum starts to seep out of you, pushed out by his thrusts.
“Daddy please, s’ too much,” You whimper, trying to wriggle free.
His eyes shoot up to meet yours, dark with lust, “Take it. You’re the one who was begging not too long ago. You can take a little more, can’t you?”
His gaze leaves little room for argument, and you nod dumbly, biting your lower lip to keep your whimpers in.
His pace slows down as his high fades. He carefully pulls out of you, setting one of your legs down but keeping the other up so he can watch the way his cum drips out of you.
It’s not until later when you’re both relaxing in the bath, your back against his chest, that he realizes.
“Did you call me ‘Daddy?’”
Your cheeks turn pink as you internally cringe. It had just slipped out, and honestly, you were hoping he hadn’t noticed.
“Uh. Maybe? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I won’t do it again, Luffy. Sorry.”
You can feel the way his chest shakes as he laughs, and your blush darkens.
“Don’t worry about it. You can do it again if you’d like. It was nice.”
Part two of how the OP men would react to you accidentally calling them "daddy" in bed! god this was so much fun to write I love this prompt so much
Characters: Roronoa Zoro, Shanks, Smoker
WC: 500-700 each
CW: Unprotected penetrative sex, thigh riding, oral (f!receiving), use of "daddy", overstimulation, biting, smoker is mean but in a hot way, begging
18+ MDNI
part 1 here
Zoro
Your moans are muffled against the pillow. His grip on your hips is harsh, tight enough to leave bruises tomorrow. Your fingers are tangled in the sheets near your head as you hold on for dear life, desperate for something to keep your grounded.
Zoro’s long cock splits you open almost painfully, the sensation making your eyes roll back in your head as he thrusts in and out of your tight heat. His blunt tip makes contact with your g-spot every time, sending the most delicious shivers down your spine.
“Fuck, you take me so well,” He groans through gritted teeth. “If only you could see the way you suck me in every time, like you need me. Am I making you feel good, pretty girl?”
You can only whine in response as the coil inside of you winds tighter with each frantic slap of his hips against yours.
That isn’t good enough for him. He releases one of his hands from your hips to bring it down in a harsh slap to your ass, making you cry out. His fingers come up to tangle in your hair, dragging your head out of the pillow as he leans down over you to put his face next to yours.
“Answer me. I asked you a question.” His tone is cold, making you whimper.
“I’m sorry daddy! I feel good, I feel so so good! God, I’m so close, please don’t stop!”
His breath catches at the title, and he has to fight to keep from cumming too soon. It sounds so good coming out of your mouth, so right.
“That’s it, cum around my cock. Wanna feel you squeezing me. Let go for me, cum for daddy,” His voice is strained near your ear as he fucks you harder, the force of each thrust enough to send you flying forward if not for the tight hold he has on you.
His words send you over the edge, the rapidly building pleasure in your core finally reaching its peak and sending you over the edge. Your vision goes black as you cry out, waves of pleasure crashing over you, completely overwhelming your senses. You don’t hear his choked groan or feel the pinch of pain as he sinks his teeth into your shoulder to muffle his groan as he spills his hot seed inside of you.
Your body goes limp in his arms as you come down, chest heaving as you catch your breath. You feel him tonguing the mark he left on your shoulder, making you giggle as you turn your head to glance over your shoulder at him.
His eyes twinkle as he meets your gaze, the playfulness reminding you of how he was when your first met him. Your smile widens as he presses a kiss to your cheek before rolling off of you and collapsing onto the bed next to you.
“Didn’t know you had a daddy kink, baby.”
Your cheeks flame and you smack his chest half-heartedly, “Fuck off, you certainly didn’t complain.”
He laughs, the sound like honey in your ears. He captures the hand you hit him with in his own, bringing it to his mouth to kiss the back of your hand. “No, I did not complain at all. Feel free to break that out any time.”
Shanks
His body is slotted between your legs, weight supported on his one elbow as he sets a slow pace, rocking in and out of you as he eases inside.
He’d just finished going down on you, and you still felt lightheaded and sensitive from the orgasm he’d just given you.
You grip his shoulders tightly, breathing shakily as you struggled to take him all. His lips trace a path across your jaw before he nips lightly at your earlobe.
“How you doing, angel?” His voice is even, but you can feel tremors is his shoulders, the only evidence of how hard he’s working to keep himself in check. He’s always so careful of you, very aware of how big he is and ensuring that he gives you ample time to adjust to his size. His consideration warms your heart, but right now you just want him to let go.
You wrap your legs tightly around his waist, forcing him all the way inside you. Matching sighs leave both of your lips at the feeling of finally being joined.
Your hands leave his shoulders, coming up to cup his cheeks and guide his gaze to yours. Heat shoots through you at the fogged over look of pleasure in his eyes.
“I’m good, Shanks. Please, want you to fuck me. Fuck me like you mean it.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice, a ragged groan slipping past his lips as he pulls out only to slam back into you.
Your hands fly back to his shoulders, holding on tightly as he continues to pound into you. The drag of his cock against your sensitive walls has you near tears. Your head lolls back as you bask in the pleasure he’s giving you enable to do anything but take it.
He drops his head into the crook of your neck, sucking a mark into the sensitive skin there. You clench around him, making him groan against your neck.
You can feel your orgasm building quickly, your breathing picking up as you tangle a hand in his hair, keeping his face against your neck as he continues to happily suck and bite.
Your pleasure peaks for the second time that night, sending you crashing over the edge. Your back arches as you cry out, walls clamping down on him. He slows his pace, licking and biting up your neck until he meets your lips. His teeth sink into your plush bottom lip, muffling your cries as he works your through your orgasm.
You come down slowly, but Shanks doesn’t stop. Your already sensitive pussy is now overstimulated, every drag of his tip over your g-spot making you twitch. His pelvis grinds against your clit and you cry out.
“It’s too much, daddy, I can’t,” You almost sob, clawing weakly at his shoulders.
“Fuck, baby, just a bit more,” He chokes out, rocking harder into you. “You can take it, I know you can. You wanna make daddy feel good, don’t you?”
You whimper but nod frantically. He groans slamming his lips against yours in a bruising kiss as he slams his hips into yours twice more before pressing them flush against yours and grinding into you. You can feel him twitching inside of you as he cums, the warmth making you shiver and moan.
He collapses on top of you, his weight against your chest making it harder for you to breathe but you don’t complain. You savor the closeness as you trace your fingers over the muscles of his shoulders and back, waiting for him to settle down from his high.
Slowly, he pushes himself up and eases himself out of you. He rolls off of you but drags you with him, crushing you into his chest as he catches his breath. You grin, willingly rolling with him and settling your head on his chest and listening to the beat of his heart.
“I like that name, angel.”
“Hm?” You peel your head off of his chest, resting your chin in your hand as you look up at him.
“Daddy,” He smirks. “I like it.”
You groan, dropping your head back down to his chest in an effort to hide your blush. “Shut up.”
Smoker
Your little whimpers echo around the room as you grind against his clothed thigh. He leans back in his chair, one hand resting on your naked hip to guide your movements and the other holding a lit cigar.
“Please,” You whine, screwing your eyes shut.
“Please what, doll? You need to tell me what you want, I’m not a mind reader,” He smirks at your needy expression. Your cheeks are flushed and your chest heaves as you continue humping his thigh. He rakes his gaze over your bare form, enjoying the sight.
“I need more, I can’t get off like this,” You pout, peeling your eyes open to glare at him.
His hand leaves your hip, coming up to grip your cheeks, squeezing them together as he pulls your face close to his. His eyes are dark with warning as he studies your expression.
“This is all you get. This is all you deserve. Do you really think sluts like you deserve anything more? You’re lucky I’m letting you hump my leg like a desperate whore. Do you really think you’re in any position to bargain?”
You whimper and shake your head, the movement restricted from the tight grip he still has on your face. He lets go of your face and brings the hand back to your hip, guiding you to start moving again.
The friction of his dress pants against your swollen clit makes you whine, your fingers clutching the lapels of his Marine jacket as you grind your hips, desperate to get off.
“I’m sorry daddy, I’m sorry. You’re right, thank you for letting me use your leg,” You pant, picking up speed as you feel the coil in your abdomen wind tighter.
He can’t help the groan that escapes him at the name. Fuck, he likes the sound of that coming out of your pretty lips. He doesn’t comment on it, not wanting to distract you from the task at hand. In his heart, he knows he’ll do whatever necessary to have you calling him that again.
He’s sitting on the chair behind his desk in his office, and the sound of voices passing by his office door makes you aware of how risky this is. You’re not even sure if he locked the door when you came in. What if someone catches you?
The thought makes you clench around nothing, leaking arousal onto his white pants. Your movements are smoother the wetter you get, and you quickly feel your arousal growing.
“’M so close, daddy. Please can I cum? I’ve been a good girl, please let me cum daddy,” Your words are a slurred jumble as you teeter on the brink of your high, waiting for his permission.
“Go ahead, doll. Cum all over my thigh like the messy slut you are.”
You bite your lip hard to muffle your cry as you cum, your arousal gushing out of you as you continue rocking against his thigh legs twitching as you work through your orgasm.
Smoker sets his cigar down, bringing that hand down to your hip to join the other. He helps you through your orgasm, thigh tense as he feels your heat throb against him.
Your eyes are half lidded as you blink up at him, dopey from your high. He uses the hands on your hips to pick you up and set you down on the edge of his desk. He drops to his knees in front of you, pressing featherlight kisses to your inner thighs.
Wanted to write a little something about Sanji's being doting and his presence bringing reader peace when they're stressed. In my mind this is pre-relationship but there's a history of mutual pining.
Pairing: Sanji x gn!reader
WC: 1.6k
CW: none, this is all fluff!
You stand with your arms crossed, frowning at the kettle as you wait impatiently for your water to boil. The ship is quiet, faint moonlight streaming in through the windows, just barely illuminating the kitchen. You’re half tempted to turn the lights on because the room’s mostly dark, but the bright light would be too harsh on your eyes, and you know your way around the kitchen well enough that the faint moonlight is sufficient.
Your mug sits on the counter in front of you, tea bag already in it. All you’re waiting on now is your water, and then you can go back to bed. Though, there’s really no hurry. Nami and Robin are both fast asleep, but you’re having an off night, too many thoughts racing through your head all at once to catch any sleep yourself. You’re hoping the tea will help calm your nerves, but if not, you’re silently resigned to a long night of tossing and turning.
The kettle starts to whistle, and you grab it from the stove before the sound wakes anyone else. You’re careful as you poor the water into your mug. The faint rolling of the ship over the waves has caused you to spill one too many times, and you’re not eager to burn yourself again.
The sound of a floorboard creaking behind you has you whirling around entirely too quickly, a quiet hiss escaping you as some of the liquid sloshes over the rim of your mug and onto your hands.
You can just make out the silhouette of a man, head cocked as he looks at you. He’s tall and skinny, medium length hair falling into his face. Sanji.
“You scared me” You huff out, careful to keep your voice quiet so as not to wake anyone else. “Did I wake you?”
“I was up anyway. Did you hurt yourself?” He moves towards you quickly, a small frown marring his pretty face.
“It’s nothing. I’m fine.” You set the kettle back down on the stove top and your mug on the counter, shaking out you hand to lessen the sting of the burn.
“May I?” His voice is quiet, a little rough from sleep. He’s reaching out towards your injured hand, eyes on yours as he waits for your permission. You nod, the quiet intensity in his gaze making your tongue stick to the roof of your mouth.
His hands are oh so gentle as he grabs your wrist and guides you towards the window, holding your skin up to the moonlight to better see your burn.
“I’m fine, Sanji.” You manage, unable to tear your gaze away from how the faint silver light highlights the sharp cut of his cheekbones, the fullness of his lips. “Really, it’s nothing. It’ll be better by morning.”
He nods once, seemingly satisfied. “I don’t need to wake Chopper. We should run it under cold water for some time though.”
You let him guide you back towards the sink and direct you hand under the cool stream of water. His hand never leaves your wrist, even as he leans back against the counter, seemingly settling in.
“Why are you awake?” You have to raise your voice just a bit to be heard over the sound of running water.
“It’s almost my turn to take watch.”
“Ah. Well don’t let me interrupt. I can manage from here, you’re free to go.” The words feel wrong on your tongue. You don’t want him to go, not really. You like being around him, especially when he’s just a little bit too tired to be so obvious in his flirting. This side of him is far more genuine, the careful intensity as he looks at you and the soft pressure of his hand around your wrist. As endearing as his flirting can be, you’ve always liked this side more. It’s a side he doesn’t show to most people, and it makes him feel far more like yours.
“I’m in no rush. Mosshead can wait a little bit longer before I relieve him. You are far more important.”
You try not to let the words go to your head, but it’s so hard when he’s staring at you with such sincerity.
“You flirt,” You mumble, rolling your eyes and praying he doesn’t see your blush.
His quiet laughter is more addicting than any drug. “Guilty. But a genuine one, at least.”
Your hand is starting to go numb from the cold water, so you start to pull it away. His grip on your wrist tightens for the briefest moment, as if reluctant to let you go, before he releases you and uses his now free hand to turn off the faucet. You use the dishcloth to dry your hand before picking your tea back up.
“Why are you up at this hour?” He asks, bracing both hands on the counter as he resumes his relaxed position, leaning back against it.
“Couldn’t sleep, I guess,” You shrug it off “Happens sometimes. I was hoping the tea would help, but it’s turned into quite the ordeal.”
His brows furrow at your words, and you can practically see his mind race for a solution to your problem. Were it anyone else, you might be annoyed by their need to fix everything, but you know that Sanji means well. He hates to see you in distress, and you kind of like the white knight role he tries to embody for you.
“You know,” You’re speaking before you realize what you’re saying, “The fresh air might help me.”
His face lights up immediately, “Would you like to come sit with me while I take watch? Even just for a little bit?”
The hope shining on his face all but melts your heart and you’re quick to nod. His eagerness to always be around you makes you feel warm inside.
“I’ll be right back; I’m going to grab a blanket for you in case it’s cold outside. And a pillow too, for you to sit on. Maybe several pillows, actually, the ground is quite hard, and I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” He’s talking almost to himself as he rushes back to the bedroom he shares with the other guys, and you bite back your smile.
He’s back in record time, a bright smile on his face and his arms laden with blankets and pillows. “Ready?”
You nod in response, keeping a careful grip on your mug as you follow him outside. The cool night breeze rips through your thin nightclothes, and you fight a shiver.
Zoro catches sight of the two of you, and starts to make his way over. “You’re late,” He grumbles to Sanji, annoyed and sleepy.
“I had more important things to deal with, Mosshead.” Sanji snaps, his tone so unlike the gentle one he always uses with you.
Zoro rolls his eyes, too tired to rise to the bait. His gaze slips past Sanji to you, and his chin dips in a nod of greeting as he makes his way back into the ship, eager to get some sleep.
“Goodnight!” You call after him, and he lifts one hand in acknowledgement without bothering to turn around.
“Jerk,” Sanji mutters under his breath, but he’s quick to forget about Zoro as he fusses over the blankets and pillows, carefully trying to set things up perfectly for you.
After a moment, he steps back and nods, clearly satisfied. You take the cue from him and sit down. He’s quick to follow, close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating from his body but not quite close enough to touch.
You take a sip of your tea, feeling it warm you from the inside as you tilt your head back to look up at the stars. The sky is clear tonight, and not for the first time you find yourself wishing you knew the different constellations. Another breeze cuts through your clothes and you shiver.
Sanji’s quick to grab a blanket, ever so carefully tucking it around your shoulders. You tilt your face towards his, watching his focused expression as he frets over your comfort. The urge to kiss him is strong, but you fear the shock of it might kill him, and you don’t want to ruin such a perfect moment.
“Is that better?” He’s closer to you now, and his voice is low enough that you feel it more than hear it.
“Yes, thank you,” Your words are barely a whisper, your gaze staying glued to his face even as he turns away from you, tilting his face up to the sky, a mirror image of you from moments ago.
You bring your tea back to your lips, sipping it slowly as you let yourself lean against his shoulder, holding your breath as you wait for his reaction. His arm is quick to snake around your waist and hold you tightly against his side. You let your eyes fall shut as you drop your cheek to his shoulder, carefully taking your final sip of tea.
He takes the now empty mug from your hands as soon as it’s done, setting it aside. His thumb draws leisurely circles over the skin of your waist, his cheek resting against the top of your head as he leans into you as well. The steady rocking of the boat against the waves, the comforting pressure of Sanji’s body against yours, and the even pattern of his breathing lull you into the sleep that not 30 minutes earlier had felt so elusive. When you wake to the first rays of dawn, you’re still held safely in his arms, feeling better rested than you have in months.
A/N: I didn't disappear for more than a year with no warning you sound crazy right now 🤨. Okay but actually all jokes aside oopsies sorry I did that I just got stressed out and overwhelmed so something in my schedule had to be sacrificed and writing was the only thing that wasn't necessary, so unfortunately fanfiction took the back burner. My schedule is still just as busy so I'm not going back to the weekly (sometimes more) posting schedule I had before, but I would like to ease back into it because writing is a lot of fun and I really enjoy it. Thank you to everyone who stuck with me through my hiatus and to the new friends who've joined I hope to make you guys proud xx
so about the 1K event, I would like to ask if you could pretty please write the prompts 4, 39 and 42 with ⚔️ and 🩺, I don't know if I can ask more than one prompt, If I dont, sorry and you can choose, oh and congratulations on the 1K <3 you are very talented and you deserve it, your writing is amazing!
I love these twoooooo i loved writing this. My two fave scary/intimidating men
Prompt: Threesome, dacryphilia, choking w/ Zoro and Law
Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x Trafalgar Law x afab!reader
Law’s tongue on your clit paired with Zoro’s cock down your throat make your head spin. You’re on your back, head hanging off the edge of the bed. Zoro’s hands cup either side of your head, holding you steady as he thrusts shallowly into your mouth. Law’s tattooed fingers dig into your inner thighs, holding you open as he eats you out.
You struggle to breathe through your nose as Law thrusts two fingers into your soaked opening, curling them against your g-spot. One of your hands reaches down to curl into his hair, pulling his mouth closer to your clit. Your other hand braces on Zoro’s thigh, feeling it tense beneath your palm as he thrusts faster.
You moan around his cock as Law sucks on your clit, the feeling of Zoro’s cock twitching in response almost makes you moan again.
You tighten around Law’s fingers as you approach your climax. Ever in tune with your body, Law senses it and pulls away with one final kiss to your clit.
You whine in frustration, the sound muffled. Zoro takes Law’s cue and pulls out as well, leaving you panting and frustrated.
Law settles against the pillows, gesturing you towards him. You hurry over to him, crashing your lips against his. You can hear Zoro’s laugh at your eagerness, but the sound barely registers in your mind.
Law had stripped down somewhere between eating you out and laying down on the bed. He grabs your hips, holding you steady. One of his hands wraps around the base of his cock as he guides you down onto him. You’re soaked from their earlier ministrations, so he slides easily into you.
Once fully seated, you start to rock your hips, but another hand comes down to grab your hip and hold you still. This grip is tighter, and the calloused feel of the hand has you knowing it’s Zoro’s without having to look.
“Relax,” Zoro’s deep voice sounds from right next to your ear, making you shiver.
You turn your head in his direction, dazed. He presses a kiss to your shoulder before sitting back on his knees. You shiver again as you feel a lubed up finger slowly push into your tight ring of muscles.
You gasp sharply as the swordsman thrusts his finger slowly. Law rubs his thumb over your hip bone soothingly, lifting his head to meld his lips to yours.
The kiss is sensual, his tongue tangling with yours. It takes your mind away from the momentary discomfort of Zoro’s actions. You’re paying attention to him again when he slides a second finger into you. You’re relaxed enough now that the stretch is pleasant, making you clench around Law’s cock.
The doctor’s teeth sink gently into your bottom lip, muffling his moan. Your jaw goes slack as Zoro scissors his fingers, preparing you to take his thick cock.
Law sucks on your tongue, unfazed by your inability to reciprocate. Deeming you ready, Zoro removes his fingers and replaces them with the head of his cock. He pushes in slowly, paying close attention to your reactions.
You whimper as he pushes in, walls fluttering around Law’s cock as you struggle to take them both.
“Won’t fit,” You whine, shifting between them.
Law grits his teeth, fighting to hold still. You’re so wet and warm around his aching cock, he worries he might cum. Zoro’s cock pushing inside of your ass makes you impossibly tighter, and it makes him dizzy.
“It will,” Zoro growls, continuing the slow but insistent action until he’s fully seated inside of you. “See?” He’s panting with the effort of holding still, waiting for you to adjust.
Tears pool in your lash line. It’s all so much, and when Zoro starts to move the tears spill.
Law, who’s watching your face, narrows his eyes. He grabs your cheeks with one hand, forcing you to meet your gaze. “Talk to me.”
“Good tears,” You whisper shakily, “Just… a lot. ‘M overwhelmed.”
The swordsman behind you chuckles. “Overwhelmed already? We’ve barely even started.”
Zoro sets a slow but steady pace, letting you adjust to the both of them. As you relax, Zoro leans over you, bracing his weight on one arm as he starts to thrust harder. Law rocks into from underneath, letting the strength of Zoro’s thrusts do most of the work in moving you over his cock.
Zoro’s free hand comes up to circle your neck, pressing hard enough to make you aware of it without interfering with your breathing at all.
Law’s gaze darkens as he looks at your tear-streaked cheeks and Zoro’s large hand wrapped possessively around your neck. Your cheeks are flushed, gaze hazy as you clench mindlessly around his cock.
You’re drowning in pleasure, the coil in your stomach winding tighter with every thrust. Zoro nips at your earlobe, making you whine.
“Can feel how tight you’re getting, you gonna cum?”
You nod breathlessly, fingers tightening on Law’s shoulders.
“First you’re crying about how it won’t fit, now you’re fucked out and desperate to cum.” He snorts, and you can feel him shaking his head. “Needy little thing.”
“Please, Zoro,” You beg, lashes fluttering shut as you struggle to hold off your orgasm.
He tsks, “Forgetting someone?”
You force your eyes open, gaze landing on Law beneath you. His eyes are dark, lips parted as he pants.
“Law, please,” You begin, feeling Zoro’s hand tighten appreciatively around your neck, “Please let me cum. I’ve been so good, I deserve to cum. Please,” Your voice trails off in a whimper as you feel him twitch inside of you.
“Fuck,” He groans, and you can almost hear Zoro smirk. “Yeah, baby. Cum for us. Show us how good we make you feel.”
His words set you off, sparks of pleasure shocking your nervous system and making you cry out. Your walls flutter around the both of them as your whole body shakes, pushing them over the edge as well.
The feel of hot spurts of cum painting the insides of both of your holes draws your orgasm out, leaving you limp and panting when the last wave of pleasure finally washes away, leaving you sated and exhausted.
The boys aren’t faring much better. Law has one hand tangled limply in your hair, keeping your head nestled against his shoulder as he catches his breath. You can feel his heart pounding underneath you.
Zoro’s given up holding his weight up, the press of his chest to your back pushing you further into Law, pinning you both down.
Slowly, he pushes himself off of you, kissing your shoulder blades as he carefully pulls out of you. You wince, shifting as he does so. His soft murmur of apology is muffled against your shoulder. He stands up, stretching.
“I’m gonna run us a bath. Doc,” He directs his focus to Law, “Take care of her in the meantime.”
Law lifts a hand in acknowledgement, not pleased to be bossed around by the swordsman but too tired to argue.
“How do you feel, angel?” He murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.
Carefully, you push yourself up, giving him a dopey smile. “I feel good. A little sore, which is to be expected, but good. Sorry for crying,” You wince at the memory, “I don’t really know why that happened.”
He laughs, the sound making you warm inside. “Don’t apologize. It was cute. And to be expected, really. I think Zoro-ya liked it a lot, actually.”
You smile, rolling off Law to collapse onto the bed next to him, “Good.”
Soft sex with Law after a long day of him locked away in his office working. I really like this one its got some silly banter and a cute established relationship. I hc they've been together for a few years now cause they're really comfortable with each other and they know the other so well
Tag list: @willowbelle @thesunxwentblack @bby-deerling @wrennyx
500 follower event
Law sits behind his desk, lips quirked into a hint of a smile as he looks at you. You’re leaning against the closed door to his office, arms crossed with a grin as you wait expectantly for his answer.
“That’s an exaggeration.”
“It’s not!” You exclaim with a huff, pushing yourself off the door and walking towards him. “You’ve been locked in here all day! Bepo’s worried, you know. He’s been pacing constantly, wondering ‘why captain’s ignoring everyone.’” You pitch your voice into a poor imitation of Bepo’s, making Law’s smile widen.
“Alright fine. I’ve been… absent.”
You nod, placing your hands on his desk and leaning forward so that your face is close to his, “Very good. So, I’ll ask you again. Are you planning on interacting with your crew at all, or will you stay sullen in your office until we all wither away from ‘Law withdrawal’, as we are now?”
He shakes his head, biting his lip to fight a laugh. “’Law withdrawal,’” He echoes in amusement. “You’re ridiculous.”
“You love it.”
“I do.”
Your grin widens at his words, and you push yourself up from is desk, crossing your arms once more. “You can be done for the day, can’t you? Everyone misses you. I miss you.”
He sighs softly, drawn in by your words despite himself. “Yeah. Yeah, okay fine. I’m done.”
You beam, circling around his desk to grab his hands, pulling him to his feet. He goes easily, eyes soft as he looks at you. Unable to resist, you pull him close so that your fronts are pressed together. You release his hands and reach up to cup his cheeks, bringing his face to yours. Your lips meet in a soft, tender kiss.
He smiles into the kiss, tattooed hands falling to your hips and holding you close as his lips move against yours. You pull away slowly, a matching smile on your face as you watch him blink his eyes open.
“Bedroom?” He asks, voice soft.
“Aw, I get you all to myself? The rest of the crew will be so jealous!” You tease softly, thumbs absentmindedly stoking his cheeks.
He rolls his eyes, not bothering to meet you quip as he shambles' you into your shared bedroom.
You giggle, not at all surprised. Before you can open your mouth to tease him again, his lips are on yours in a searing kiss as he walks you back towards the bed.
The backs of your knees hit the mattress and you sit down hard. His mouth chases yours, hands climbing from your hips to your face. One hand cups your cheek while the other reaches for the back of your head, tangling in your hair and keeping you close.
He breaks the kiss slowly, nose brushing yours as he pulls away.
"Arms up," he breathes. You obey immediately, and he moves his hands back down to grab the hem of your shirt, tugging it off in one smooth motion. He lets you go, reaching for his own shirt and repeating the action.
You push yourself back on the mattress until you’re resting against the headboard, reaching behind you to undo your bra clasp as your gaze falls to Law’s tattooed chest. He smirks at your reaction, used to your obsession with his inked skin by now.
"Like what you see?" He teases as he reaches for his belt, tugging it off quickly and tossing it to the floor, his pants following soon after.
You grin, "Absolutely."
You just have time to pull your own pants off before he’s on you again, lips glued to yours in a messy kiss. He trails hot kisses down your jaw and neck, tracing a path to you chest.
One hand comes up to pinch your nipple as his hot mouth comes down over the other, sucking it in.
You tangle a hand in his dark strands, head tipping back with a moan as his tongue flicks across your hardened nipple. You can feel his smile but the pleasure he’s giving you outweighs any annoyance you feel at his cockiness.
"Law," You whine softly, needy for more. You don't need to say more, he knows what you need.
He pulls away from your breasts, kissing down your stomach. His nimble fingers loop in the waistband of your panties, tuggind them off and tossing them away. His lips move down to your slit, tongue darting out to lick a path from your dripping hole to your clit.
You gasp softly, hand tightening in his hair as his tongue circles your clit, arousal mounting as pleasure floods through you. You force yourself to pull his face away from your heat, wanting to feel him inside of you. You drag him up your body, crashing his lips to yours once more.
Your hands move, grabbing his boxers and tugging them down. He kicks them the rest of the way off, leaving you both fully bare. You grab his shoulders and muster your strength, breaking the kiss to roll you both over.
Now on top, you grind your wet pussy over his hard cock, pressing your lips to his once more. You reach down between your bodies, wrapping a hand around his cock. He hisses softly, breaking the kiss to look down at your hand.
You smile softly, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth as you bring you lift yourself up, positioning him at your entrance. Your eyes are glued to his as you slowly sink down, a whimpered moan slipping out of you as you stretch around him, slowly adjusting to his length.
His tattooed hands grab your hips, holding you still with his cock fully sheathed inside of you. You grind your hips slightly, feeling his cock shift inside of you. You moan his name softly as he brushes your g-spot, tugging your lip between your teeth.
You lift yourself halfway off his cock before sinking down again, eyes rolling back in pleasure. He watches you reverently, dark eyes half-lidded and awed as you find a steady pace, riding him slowly.
“So pretty,” He moans softly, fingers digging harder into your hips.
You grin, keeping a steady pace. It’s not as fast or as rough as you two usually fuck, but it’s so intimate. The slow pace lets you feel every inch of his cock as it drags over your sensitive walls, and the eye contact has your souls connecting.
He brings a hand up from your hip to your hair, dragging your face down and locking his lips with yours in a deep kiss.
His cock rubs perfectly against your g-spot with every bounce of your hips, the coil in your stomach winding tighter and tighter as you drag your hips up and down. You part your lips, deepening the kiss as you purposefully grind your hips into his, stimulating your clit in a way that makes you moan.
It’s rare that you’re on top, and rarer still that Law lets you set the pace. The tone is different tonight, less focused on chasing a carnal desire and more focused on the feeling of being connected in such an intimate way.
His hand in your hair tightens slightly, causing goose bumps to rise. You can feel your orgasm drawing closer, a steadily incoming force instead of the usual sudden and all-consuming feeling. You continue your pace, chasing that high.
Law’s hand tightens on your hip, guiding your movements. He can feel your walls tightening around him, a telltale sign of your impending orgasm. His own is near, but he fights to hold it off until you cum.
Your tongues meld together as you feel the coil in your stomach snap. Your moans are swallowed by his mouth as your walls spasm around his cock, pushing him over the edge as well.
Your joint orgasms have you both moaning in tandem, the kiss messy and wet as you feel him use the hand on your hip to grind you over his cock, the friction against your g-spot drawing your orgasm out and causing him to spill deep inside of you.
You slowly still your hips as your high fades, his cock softening inside of you. Reluctantly, you pull yourself off of him, rolling over to collapse onto the bed next to him.
One strong tattooed arm comes around you, pulling you into his chest. He places a soft kiss to the top of your head, chest rising in a tired sigh.
“You were right,” He says finally, pulling you from your sleepy tracing of his tattoos. You peer up at him curiously.
“Yeah?”
“This was better than working.”
Your lips tug into a smile and you lean up, kissing him gently before pulling away, “I’m glad.”
His dark eyes catch yours, a content smile on his face. “I love you.”
You grin, unable to resist kissing him again, “I love you, too. Maybe you’ll remember that I’m always right next time you start to doubt me.”
He snorts, reaching up to brush your hair out of your face. “Unlikely.”
You pout, swatting his hand away in mock annoyance. The action only makes him chuckle, capturing your hand in his and bringing it to his lips.
“Alright, angel. Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah? Then I can give the rest of the crew some attention and cure them of their ‘Law withdrawal.’”
You laugh at the mocking lilt in his voice as he quotes you, smacking his chest half-heartedly. His own smile widens at the action, and he continues.
“And if you’re up for it, after I entertain the rest of the crew with my charming personality, I’d like to come back here with you for another round. I’d really like a taste of you, love. You cut me off too soon.”
Your cheeks flush at his words and you nod eagerly. “Yes please. Sounds like a plan.”
His laughter rings in your ears as he tugs you into his arms, bringing you from the bed to the bathroom to make good on his promise.
