Synopsis: Already increasingly agitated by missing your rut suppressants, you find your boss at your door with a request you couldn't refuse even if you wanted to. With such a darling s scent lingering in the air, a honeyed sweetheart calling to your soul beyond the door, the only thing you could do is help out the omega in distress by the only way an alpha knew how.
Themes: OMEGAVERSE, Rosinante Corazon x amab!reader, smut, MDNI, NSFW, 18+, omegaverse themes, omegaverse relational hierarchy, omegaverse sex, Corazon is in heat, breeding kink, pregnancy, omega!Corazon x alpha!reader, sub!Rosinante x dom!reader, knotting, oral sex, ass eating, the word 'slick' being used to describe Corazon in his heat, rectal pregnancy, friends to lovers, marking, biting, crying, sweating, kissing, Corazon is a sweetheart, praise, multiple orgasms, do not read if you do not like omegaverse.
Notes: This is my first time writing for omegaverse, and also my first time writing for Rosinante as more of a submissive. If you are unfamiliar with omegaverse, I have included a link to the definition with the themes. I hope you enjoy reading for this beautiful man who begs you to breed him. Have a wonderful day 🖤.
The warmth of the Dressrosian sun had you feeling agitated and quick to anger where you usually would find your peace. Water generally soothed you, yet you felt the sting of its presence against your follicles rather than the rise of contentment. Reaching for your rutt suppressants and finding the usually full tin empty may have something to do with it.
Since joining Doflamingo in his kingdom, you swore to remain in control of your actions and not be some showy and standoffish alpha breathing down the neck of every beta and omega that sprung to your field of vision. You had decorum, control, and your dignity where others in this country seemed to demonstrate their whims on their shirt sleeves. Doflamingo was one such alpha, and despite how you felt about him, he was your boss.
Flicking your thumb against the empty tin did little to soothe your nerves and calm that aggression rising, especially now with the scent of an omega close by. Refusing to give into their honeyed sweetness, you took a deep breath and rushed past the marble columns towards your guest suite. Slamming the door behind you, you exhaled out and braced your back against the door.
“Fuck, that was close,” you groaned at yourself, swiping your hand up to your brow and caressing your scalp, “I need my damn suppressants.” Stomping over to your bedside table, you angrily ripped open your drawer and threw your briefs all over the ground while locating your back ups. Popping the top of the bottle, you grasped two little chalk pills and threw them into your lips, swallowing as if your life depended on it.
There was barely any time for you to process the fact that your plush duvet and a single pillow was missing from your mattress in your bedroom. Your naked bed was not an irregularity as the house staff would strip them and clean them regularly. But this was almost desperate, careless, and urgent to steal away what was yours for themselves. And yet, they left your few ornate watches in their place on your vanity.
Thinking more about it, you couldn't remember the last time you placed an order for your rut suppressants. You made a mental note to write for more and send off your prescription to the clown in the basement, all the while placing a few more pills in your tin.
The air shifted, that honey-sweet scent finding your nose once more while you now were covered under the blanket of protection against your inner beast. There was something intoxicating about this particular scent that lingered in the wind, calling to you as if it was made for you and you alone. There was a taste in the air alongside a warmth you had not experienced before: almost as if the oven doors opened to reveal your favourite baked sweet calling to you from within its burning heat-.
-You paused.
“That's… that's what it is…” you uttered softly as you squeezed the tin within your fist and grit your teeth to fight back your urges, “...There's an omega in heat near here. Not… not one of Doflamingo’s consorts and conquests. This is… different.” You felt a little idiotic speaking aloud about the temptation lingering down the hall, yet the call to your soul almost screamed for you.
As you continued to fight with yourself, you heard a knock at the door.
Elsewhere within the Dressrosian suite a few moments prior, there was something occurring in the younger Donquixote brother's suite that left the older at a stand still. He knew his brother was not an alpha, he could smell his non-threatening aura and den with him quite easily in his youth. Now as an adult, and without the means to provide any suppressants of his own, the Corazon and apple of his brother's eye lay keening in a bundle of security in his bedroom while the older stands over him.
“My own flesh and blood… an omega?” he growled down at the younger brother as he spilled silent and needy tears down his cheeks. Doflamingo clicked his tongue and shook his head before crouching down before his brother’s makeshift nest, “If you had simply told me earlier, I could have given you suppressants and ensured you had a beta or an alpha of your choice to aid you through this. I would never want you to suffer, my Corazon.”
A large, tanned hand placed itself on the maroon hat of his younger brother, Rosinante flinching while recoiling at his older brother’s scent. Doflamingo was an alpha, but their blood soured the scent of comfort he needed whilst in this season. Doflamingo clicked his tongue once more before focussing on the sheets beneath his brother's balled fists.
“What's this?” he asked his brother, reaching down and hovering his hand over the linen blend of cotton and silk sheets, “Is this… oh, my Corazon… you have been holding out on me, haven't you?” Doflamingo tilted his head and inhaled deeply, focussing on the scent mixing with his brother’s rather than the bile scent of his own flesh and blood, “Oh… oh, you've chosen well. This is a fine match, my brother. Allow me to assist in your season by extending an invitation on your behalf.”
“N-No, you c-can’t!” Rosinante begged with his eyes rather than moving his lips, pleading with him while his slick began to seep through his pale pants and pool onto a sticky mess against the sheets below, “I don't-! I don't need an alpha-!” Yet, his desperate and silent plea fell on deaf ears while his brother disappeared through the doorway of his quarters and down towards the hallway. With his fist turning, Doflamingo rapped his knuckles against the wooden varnish while humming a merry tune: which was where he found you.
Disheveled and in distress yourself, you had little time to fix your appearance in your hurried nature in a bid to pump your body full of pills a few moments prior. Doflamingo’s brows furrowed before arching up beneath his rubied lenses, a cruel smile spreading over his lips while he took a deep inhale.
“A shame you just took your back ups,” he commented while continuing to breathe in your scent, “There may still be time to choke them up on your fingers to allow my brother to experience the full rut of a worthy alpha. Unless…” Doflamingo leaned into your room, his powerful and pungent scent indicating his own season be approaching, “...You plan on being gentle with him for his first heat.”
“Sir?” you clarified, your tone holding more venom than you desired with your question, “I have no desire to take on any as my mate whilst working with you here in Dressrosa. You employed me to work, and I am aiming to please you as your employee, not breeding stock for your flesh and blood-.”
A cruel growl cut your sentence off as Doflamingo loomed over you. Despite being tall yourself, Doflamingo’s aura intimidated you back as a fully-fledged alpha. He commanded every room he entered, and once in your own den, his scent mixed with another's entered and filled it. His hand was immediately before your face, swiping through the air as if intending to slap you, only to halt as it met a hair's length before your nose.
“Inhale,” he barked firmly. You did as instructed through clenched jaw and gritting teeth, immediately rolling your eyes in bliss at the aroma. This was that honeyed scent screaming for you within the air earlier, and you could not repress the gentle moan from leaving you despite your pills earlier. Doflamingo chuckled, retracting his hand and grinning at you, “Then it is settled. Go to him and breed him like the perfect alpha he deserves. If he asks you to claim him, do it in a place not so obvious. It would be a shame to explain the mark away when everyone is under the impression he is a beta.”
“Yes… sir,” you utter through clenched teeth. It was no use refusing the command of your boss, let alone the fact that he was an alpha out ranking you. It was also no use to calm yourself down as you continued to taste the sweetness of the omega in the air to swell your lust. “Thank you… for trusting me with him, sir. I will ensure he is safe and protected through his heat.”
“I know you will, which is why I am not giving him to Vergo or Diamante,” he taunted you, laughing at the small and possessive growl he plucked easily from your throat, “Save that growling beast for my brother, and lock the door behind you.” He retreated from your quarters and pointed down the hallway towards the direction of Corazon’s suite, “You have his scent. Judging by the blacks of your eyes, he is in for a very good time.”
Doflamingo turned and almost skipped with a certain pep in his step down the opposite direction of Corazon’s scent, leaving you to fix yourself on his trail. You hated being like this: a vicious hunter on the scent of your meek prey, but this was your nature despite the blockers. The chauvinistic display of your own prowess was present in your glands as you reached the door. Your own knuckles gently tapping against the wood before you couldn't help but turn your palm and scratch at the barrier between you and that sweetness lingering within.
“Corazon,” your gruffness was replaced with gentleness as your crescent-shaped fingernails scraped against the wood, “Corazon, I-... Let me… let me help you.” There was a whimper keening out behind the door, causing your throat to clench and blood to ignite with need. “I promise… I'll be so gentle to you. I won't do anything you don't want or need. I'll just sit with you while you're like this. Please.”
A further sound of a pitched whimper hit the air as the warmth of the scent screamed at you to open the door. He needed you, he craved you, you could almost taste his slick lingering on his nest and crying for your body to love him. Your unoccupied hand drew up and splayed your fingers out beside the hand on the door.
“Corazon, I won't come inside without your permission,” you pleaded with him with your soul while simultaneously screaming at your poor use of words, “Let me help you. I can smell you, omega. I can do this for you without claiming you as mine if you desire to remain free. Let me help you, please.” While you could easily push on the door and barge through the lock, you wanted him to choose you. You needed him to consent to this. You craved that lifeline his desire called out to you with his acknowledgement of your need: which was finally satisfied with a single knock against the marble floor.
“A single knock for ‘yes’, Corazon?” you asked him with your hand lingering on the latch to the door. He responded with another knock to the floor, which was all the affirmation you needed to finally enter the suite beyond the threshold of the arch.
Hastily entering, you closed the door behind you and latched it completely shut, flickering several notches and knobs to ensure you were both interrupted by the outside. Your lips quivered while your jaw shook with need, your body fighting your suppressants that you took moments prior as the scent immediately flooded your nose. Your knot swelled beneath your pants, screaming for you to release your cock from its prison while you turned to face him. Only, it was not just his scent in here already… but yours on the nest he lay in.
“Corazon,” you gasped in melancholy while you took in the pained and pleasured expression of the man in his nest, “Oh, my sweet darling. Let me help you.” In an instant, your feet carried you to his side and lay within his nest. You recognised your pillow clenched between his legs, the barrier of his soaked pants doing nothing to aid him through his need. Your bedsheet lay beneath his weeping eyes as he clutched it like a lifeline while his heat continued to fog the room.
“May I remove your pants, sweetheart?” you cooed softly, refusing to touch the omega while he weeped needily into the duvet. His makeup was smeared into the sheets; hues of blue and maroon spread on your blankets alongside his scent. He nodded needily, all the while shuddering through another wave of aggressive need to be bred and filled with the knot of his alpha.
Corazon had not experienced a heat cycle while present in Dressrosa. When in the marine corps, he would have the option for suppressants via tri-annual injection, or daily pills he could take. He opted for the injections, not thinking to apply the prescription while undercover in his brother's home. As he was hit with the first season of his life, refusing to give his body the time to experience it out of protest to his hormones, he sought comfort where he knew it was safe.
You were a kindness to him, someone who looked out for him without rhyme or reason. You smelled like a beta, and he smelled like a beta - he was sure of it. It was only in the hallway days prior that he smelled the alpha you were and immediately felt himself pulled through an invisible force towards your body. He craved you in a way he had never felt before. He needed you. He was thrown into his first heat because of you, and he wanted you to take care of him in the way only you could.
Corazon nodded and arched his back to elevate his hips in the air, causing every follicle of hair to prick with need for the painted blonde. You carefully slipped your hands up to loop your thumbs through the belt hoops and tug his white pants down his thighs. The growl that left your lips was unintentional as his needy ass was revealed.
“Seas, you're perfect,” you preened out to your omega while your palms caressed his pale flesh, “My poor omega, struggling through this by yourself. It's going to be alright, sweetheart.” You emphasised your intentions by slowly raising your hand away from his ass towards his back still covered by patterned pink hearts, “May I touch you properly, Corazon?”
“YES-!” The bellowing plea took you completely by surprise. By your knowledge, Corazon did not speak. His voice had not been heard for a single moment in the manor of Donquixote Doflamingo. The deep baritone of his voice was marred by a pitched whine, causing your knot to pulse and swell at the base of your cock. With a deep growl, you refused to allow him to suffer any further and immediately lay belly down on the bed and tugged his thighs back into you.
“Wh-What are you d-doing?” Corazon whimpered while his thighs still straddled your pillow, “Alpha, please! I need your knot, not your-! AH-!” The silent choke of his prayer fell on deaf ears as your lips and tongue began to eagerly swipe and clean his slick from his puckered hole. Corazon’s cock bobbed and wept a thick burst of precum while his eyes glazed over. Your hand slowly reached around his thighs and stroked his cock, thumbing over his flushed tip while you greedily hummed into his ass through his slick.
Corazon huffed out desperate pants of your name as he felt the first wave of greedy and scorched bliss overcome his alight body. Your hand and tongue refused to halt their motions as he begged and whined into the duvet he'd stolen from your bed for comfort.
“I'm gonna cum-!” he whimpered as his tears pricked in his eyes. You nodded against his ass, puncturing the hole with your tongue and eagerly eating the slick release coating your face. Corazon’s cock wept in an intense and uncoiling rope of viscous ecstasy. He whined and cried while you easily guided him through his rapture. Easing up as he finished, Corazon whined once more as his cock refused to deflate and slick coated your lips, nose, and chin.
“Nghgh-, n-need more,” he whimpered as his hips began to roll his cock into your hand, “It's so bad. I haven't-... This is my… it's… I'm going to die.”
At that soft exclaim, you removed your touch completely from his thighs and flipped the lanky man onto his back with ease. Corazon had no protest to being manhandled, especially with your hands gliding easily down his torso as his eyes met with your possessive gleam.
“You are not going to die, omega,” you confirm as a curt and direct growl, positioning yourself once more against his centre, this time with his cock in your view, “I won't let that happen. Your heat will subside, and you will get through this. I promise you.” Before Corazon had time to protest your words to inform you that this was the most intense he had ever felt in his life, your lips parted and you eagerly claimed the tip of his cock in your lips while your other hand moved down towards his puckered hole.
“Wh-What are you doing to me?” he cried while his hands swatted at your head. With your unoccupied hand, you reached up and placed one of his hands against your head before entwining with the fingers of his other, “This is-! It's too much, Alpha! You don't have to d-do this! Hhah-! F-f-fuckkk-k-!” His voice called out in a gentle scream while his cock began to weep into your lips.
Corazon rocked his hips up, forcing your mouth to swallow his length while your hand began to disappear into his ass. His hand flew up to cover his flushed face to withhold his cries and whimpers of bliss, while the other continued to hold your own hand. It had been a while since he had laid with a partner, usually opting for betas as his preference to not be found out or marked senselessly, yet with your lips expertly navigating him through his high without ever being asked to; he felt as if he had been missing out on a lifetime with you at his reigns.
“Mnghhh, fuck, fuck-k-ing, sh-hi-it-!” he mused out in a way his song would inspire art. You continued to work open his slick hole while he bucked his hips into your face. There was no point in calming him down to draw out his pleasure, especially now that he was so lost in his own release. He placed his hand back on your head desperately grasped at your scalp for anchor while tugging you down to meet his thrusts. Your nose brushed with his patch of dark blonde curls, throat contracting around his length in response to his guiding hands. Squeezing his fingers twice within yours for reassurance, you added another two fingers to his needy hole while slick began to squirt and cover your palm and forearm.
“Pl-lease!” he cried desperately, “Please, my alpha! I can’t take it anymore-!” He whined out in a desperate and sweet melody enough to uproot your inhibitions and pulse your mouth on his cock more desperately. You knew there were a few alphas that would leave omegas born with a cock to only receive pleasure from penetration alone, but you simply were not one of them. Not when doing this would have your Corazon desperately cry and weep for you.
“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” he continued to chant with a merger of your name laced within his sweetness. Slick coated down to your wrist while you felt his ass suck greedily on your fingers. You hummed to increase a small amount of pressure to his cock, successfully causing your sweet little omega to greedily rut his cock into your face and use you to take his pleasure. A small spurt of cum fled the slit at the top of his cock and coated your throat with all of him. His moans fled his lips in small squeaks while doubling over in the contractions of his nerves shooting through his ecstasy.
Once finished, you pulled off his cock and watched as it continued to remain stiff and pleading for more of your attention. You licked along the underside of his vein up to the tip, prompting a sob to flee Corazon’s lips.
“Feeling a little better, omega?” you asked him gently, “I can do that again if you would prefer it of me.” You unlaced your hand from within his fingers and slowly rubbed circles on his belly to soothe him. Corazon gazed down at you with a mixture of fear and pupil-blown pleasure. There was almost no colour but the eclipse of the moon beyond his blackened lenses. His waterline drew wet with thick tears beginning to spill over the edge and merge with his sweat-tainted skin.
“Alpha.”
With fingers still inside his puckered hole, you began to find the bundle of nerves where his prostate would be located if he was a beta or an alpha. In its place, another column where his carrying pouch lay waiting for his body to be bred. Your inner beast rumbled awake at the sweetness his voice granted you. Giving the nerves a gentle stroke, you watched for careful expression changes in your omega while his face flushed and lips pleaded.
“What do you need, Corazon?” you asked with a calm washing over you despite your cock screaming for your attention, “I will give you anything and everything you could need. Whatever you ask of me, I will give it to you. Use your words, sweetheart.” Corazon wept needily while slowly rolling his hips back to meet with your fingers inside him.
“I want your knot. Please, my alpha.” His voice was so soft, so gentle, and with a honey-sweetness which matched the scent of his skin and flourish of his heat. You thought you could halt his need by using your lips and hands to please him, but he still asked so softly for you, you thought his words could blow away in the wind.
“Corazon-.”
“-Rosinante,” he spoke over you, “Please… My name is Rosinante, not Corazon. I am Rosinante to you, or anything. Anything you want, just… not… that, right now…” He removed his hand from your head and gestured for you to crawl up his large body, prompting you to appreciate the way his chest flushed against his skin and swelled his heartbeat beneath his ribcage.
“Rosinante, then,” you confirmed, drawing a whimper out in pleasured anticipation from the man beneath you, “How do you want me, Rosinante? I can take you like this, or I can bend you up against the beautiful nest edge for your comfort.”
“I don’t fucking care,” he whined while your head reached his own, eyes meeting yours, “I want you to breed me.” His hands flew to your pants, expelling your cock from its trap inside your pitched briefs before laying back down and using his feet to kick off the rest, “I want your pups, alpha.” Your face flushed with a deep heat, sweat trickling down your temples while your heart swelled in your chest, “Please.”
“Rosina-!” Corazon immediately threw his arms around your shoulders and tugged you in for a deep and consuming kiss. He was messy, crying and sobbing out for you while trying to angle his body to best claim your cock. Your hands both flew to his chest and braced him back against the nest in a single motion. His needy whine and kissing lips released you from the trap of your overthinking and immediately caused you to seek out his slick ass with the tip of your cock, joining your bodies with a single thrust down to your knot.
“Yes-!” the painted blonde beneath you screamed out triumphantly while your tip kissed his breeding nerve and knot bulged at the base of his ass, “I need you like this. Use me. Fuck me!” Corazon surprised you by hooking his arms behind his legs to give you better access to knot him. Your shock continued to last while he rolled his body beneath you to sheathe your cock inside him without your effort.
“Rosinante, you’re…” you halted the thought ‘being rather needy’, only to be reminded that he was, in fact, experiencing a deep and intense heat cycle. You chuckled, moving your hand to his hair and smoothing back the sweat-kissed strands, “...You’re so beautiful, omega. And you feel so good.” You groaned as your cock became accustomed to the heat choking around it, his slick coating your belly while his cock squished against his belly and your own.
Without a further word from Corazon despite his lips curling around a protest, you removed all thought of it while you picked up a heavy pace of your cock sheathing inside his ass. Corazon cried out in bliss, scrunching his eyes shut while experiencing his alpha pump his body with bliss in this way. You placed your hands either side of his thighs and stapled him against the nest as if his and your life both depended on it.
Blood and pleasure thrummed in your ears while his cries continued to drown down and replaced with calls of your name and confessions of “my alpha”. With every rut forward, you felt more of your knot begin to slip inside him, causing your eyes to roll and belly to snap taut with your own need.
“My omega,” you gasped in a soft whisper, silencing his mewls of ecstasy and replacing it with huffs and thick pants of breath, “You’re my omega, aren’t you?” You solidified your words with a nod, prompting him to do the same beneath you. You pressed further into him, slowing down your hips snapping despite your body screaming out how close you were to the precipice of your release.
Your eyes fixed as one, Corazon gazing up into your eyes innocently and sweetly, just as you changed your thrusts to hard and deep. Your knot throbbed against his ass while his trembling lips chanted and babbled your name.
“I’m your omega,” Corazon whined in a soft gasp, “I’m yours. Please, my alpha. N-Need you to b-breed me. Let me have your pups, I want your pups, give them to me. Give them to me.” You had never seen this side of the silent man, but in his demands, you could see the Donquixote presence running in his blood.
“You want my pups? Show me your neck,” you barked down at him. Corazon immediately threw his head back while his cock began to twitch and release a small rope of thick cum between your bodies. Your omega was already experiencing the havoc of mayhem and heaven intertwined with one another while awaiting your knot. His patched gland was by the base of his neck, but reminding yourself to not leave a visible mark by your boss rolled in your mind.
Electing to disregard your inhibitions for the last time, you snapped your hips brutally forward at the same time as snapping your teeth around Rosinante’s sensitive clavicle. It was close enough to his scent glands that your nose could locate paradise in his arms, yet far enough away from any shirt collar to remain unseen. As your knot was sucked inside Corazon’s ass, a further backsplash of slick hit your crotch while a heavier rope of cum uncoiled from the cock between you.
Corazon screamed your name loud enough to shake the glass of his bedroom, shuddering in the walls and quaking in the floors. His ass sucked your cock hard, clamping down and choking on your knot which caused your own release to immediately flood his birthing pouch with your release. You could not remember the last time you had came this hard, experiencing an incomparable bliss you had no frame of reference to explain away.
Your souls were as one, he was your omega now claimed beneath your mark. You continued to bounce his body with a gentle rock while your release continued to pulse from your tip inside his walls. His slick was still as honey-sweet, but his scent felt like home to you. Corazon whimpered, feeling the fog of his heat slowly dissipate for the moment and flee from the realms of ecstasy while still contracting those few final waves.
It was only then that the full weight of the situation hit him. He had indeed stolen your bedsheets as the safest alpha his omega designation could think of, but he had also revealed that he could speak by the way his lips curled around your name and begged for your knot. His belly was filled with your seed, breaching his womb and flooding his pouch with your pups, yet all he could think about was his mission as soon as the veil flew down.
Feeling him still and quicken his breath beneath you, you released his collar and placed a kiss against his skin, followed by another, and then another closer to his scent gland.
“Your secret is safe with me, Rosinante,” you assured him, moving up from his neck to his jaw and placing another gentle kiss against his skin, “If your silence means that much to you, I won’t ever pry. How are you feeling, sweetheart?”
A hot, wet tear fell onto your brow before sliding over your eyelid and down to your lips. You quickly released his jaw from your kiss and moved his body to a more comfortable position straddling your waist. Corazon was crying. His lips were quivering and makeup smeared along the edges of where they were usually placed. He drew his forearm up to swipe away his tears, only to find them immediately replaced with fresh ones as soon as he removed them. You softly pried his arms away and cupped his cheeks, placing a soft kiss against his lips while he sobbed.
“It’s been a while since I’ve been asked that question by someone who actually cares,” he whispered while biting back his lips, “I haven’t… It’s just been a while. Nothing you’ve done, I swear.” He chuckled to reassure you, angling his chin up to press another quick and gentle kiss against your lips, “I’m feeling alright for now. Seems to have gone away for a bit. And you?”
“I didn’t hurt you too much with my bite?” you asked, tilting your head while your cock jolted through a soft aftershock, “Fuck… That was a little extreme, and that’s with my suppressants.” You couldn’t help but place another gentle kiss on his smile, settling your hips against his own and giving him a gentle rock. Rosinante chuckled into your kiss, humming gleefully while wiggling his own hips against your own. Once you pulled away, you smiled down at him, “I’m alright: nothing broken, bleeding, or on fire yet. Also,” you rocked your hips, both of you groaning while your knot remained inflated and plugging his body full of you, “You take me so well. Look at how well you’re doing. Made for me.”
A dopey and love-fucked chuckle seeped outside of his lips while he was reduced to a messy afterglow. Rosinante wrapped his arms around your middle and slowly urged you to keep rocking your knot into his body while you both cooled down from your earlier harshness.
“No, you’re made for me,” he teased cheekily in response, “Look at how you’re filling me. Fucking hells. If I’m not swollen and round by the end of this week, I’m gonna keep trying until I am regardless of this heat.”
“You’re also giving me a little bit of cheek now that you’re out of your haze,” you retorted, following his direction and rocking your hips against his core, “You feeling another wave? That why we’re bouncing you like this?” Your omega grinned up at you from his position below, wrapping his legs around your waist and hooking his ankles behind your back.
“No, I just like the feeling. It’s nice,” he responded with a shrug, “I like knowing my alpha still likes me despite me becoming a puddle of begging intensity.” He peered out of the corner of his eye to gaze at the symbolised bite against his collarbone, grinning further at the heart shape it made against his skin.
“Greedy,” you scrunched your nose and leaned down over his body, pressing your forehead to his shoulder while you continued to rock into him. A question formed in your mind while you thought more about his silence only now being broken in your presence while he screamed your name, “Out of my own curiosity, is there any reason you don’t talk to Doflamingo? Not prying, you can answer with a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’ and I’ll take it at face value and won’t ask you again.”
Your omega chuckled and began to place soft kisses against your neck before snuggling in close to you. Covered completely by your scent in his safety, he sighed out his answer, “I just have nothing to say to that wanker or any of his asshole friends.”
“But I’m one of those assholes, Rosinante,” you mumbled against his skin. He chuckled further, beginning to gasp as a new wave of need rolled within the pit of his belly.
“You’re only an employed asshole based on need,” he groaned, rocking his hips a little to add friction to his cock and his sensitive insides, “I can talk to you because you’re not a true asshole. Just an asshole based on cashflow and financial incentive. Fuck. Can I cum like this?”
“Are you asking me if you can, or asking me for permission to cum?” you quipped back, deciding to test his resolve by snapping your hips deeper into his and grinding your belly against his frenulum and shaft, “If it’s the former, why don’t we just do this for a bit and see what happens. If it’s the latter…” You reach up to the mess of his blonde hair beneath his red hat and tug firmly against the blonde curls. Rosinante keens out a large moan while his cock twitches out a small spurt of precum.
“...You don't need my permission to take your pleasure, Rosinante,” you growl firmly against his ear, snapping your hips harshly against his and ensuring your cock pressed up against the pleasure centre of his pouch, “When you need to cum, cum. It's your heat, it's your pleasure: this is about you. So fucking cum on my knot, omega.”
“Hghh-, fuck,” Corazon silently cried out a whisper of your name. Toes curled behind your back and your omega dug his heels into your back to press you closer. He whined while a soft orgasm unlike the others slowly mellowed his desire, waves spiralling and coiling in his belly, only to release his seed over his belly and stick your bodies together.
“That's my good boy,” you praised him, which only served to earn more of his cum spattering against your skin, “Good boy, sweetheart. You take what you need from me. Fuck.” You whisper out a gentle sigh to curse your own desires remaining behind. Rosinante whimpered gleefully into your neck and held you closer into his warm embrace.
“That was… really nice. This is nice,” Rosinante commented in a muffled mute against your neck, “Now I'm almost regretting not letting you fuck me from the back so we can go to sleep with your knot still inside me.”
“We can still go to sleep with my knot inside you,” you reassure your omega while gently rolling your hips against his once more, “It's going to be around for a while.” He slowly reached for your hand and laced his fingers intwined with your own, grinning lazily while sleep and exhaustion began to overcome him.
“And how do you suppose we-, woah-!” Corazon shrieked as you rolled him on top of you while still clasping his hands within your own grip and made yourself comfortable on your back. Settling in, you unlaced your dominant hand and gently cradled your omega into your chest while he lay atop you.
His ear beneath his red hat pressed firmly against your chest and settled to the sound of your heartbeat, lulling him into a softer wave after exhausting himself with his release four times. The last thing he could hear before his dreamless slumber was, “Rest now, my omega. I've got you,” causing a smile to spread up his cheeks as his lanky form splayed on you like a weighted blanket.
Rosinante had no thoughts drawn forth in his mind, finally relaxing for the first time in the arms of one he could truly trust. All you could do was smooth your hands against his skin and preen him gently while working him through his heat for the next week, devoting your days to bring him the safety and security only his mate ever could.
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Notes: Welcome to another day, another celebration of one fic per day for 30 days, leading to my 30th birthday. I love this pink-haired Marine.
After the events that occurred in the dream-like communal coma caused by the songstress, Uta, Captain Koby has never looked the same to you. The way he was able to control and maintain communication between the marines and the pirates to combat tot musica was seamless. Balancing each obtuse and obscure personality with the ease only he could, you were in shock and awe of him.
The only issue was now, having seen a hint of that passion, you desperately desired to be on the receiving end of his correction and dictation.
In solitude, you often found your hand crawling beneath your pants and fisting your cock while picturing the way he would touch you. You imagined him bringing you close to that precipice, only to withhold off your orgasm as a disciplinary practice. Just that thought alone, no matter how many times you would pull away to halt your eruption, would have your cock twitch and immediately cum untouched.
Orgasm ruined, and a shameful wave of post-climax clarity, you knew you should not be objectifying your captain like this. This is how it would end every time you thought of him: wank, edge, cum, regret. You hated yourself for doing it, but that part of you that longed for him spurred you on to keep doing it.
Even now, here you sat: uniform pants around your ankles, cock wrung by your fingers and thumb, eyes clenched tightly shut while your imagination ran away with you. You had thought to indulge a little and add some lube to your palm and other hand, working at your puckered entrance while picturing your pink-haired captain disciplining you.
Pumping your shaft and squeezing your tip, you bucked up into your hand while picturing the actions invoked by his hands. Small orders of: “slow down,” or “speed up,” or just a simple low purr of your name, had pearls of precum already leaking from your tip.
With his name on your lips, you huffed and panted while chasing that high you knew would always come. Just on the edge of that feeling, you felt your hand move just as you pictured his hand pumping you firmly.
His voice calling your name within your mind's eye felt so real, you felt he was tangibly in the room with you. You felt the breath on your skin, tasted the salt spraying from his sea-worn pink hair, smelt his cologne so close to your body, and heard the slam of your barracks door-.
“-Officer, what are you doing?”
Your eyes snapped open, his voice sounding far too real for your liking to keep up your motions. Immediately turning your head, you located the man you were only just fantasizing about standing at the foot of your bed.
Koby’s eyes did not know where to fall. Starting at your pants hung at your ankles, to meet your eyes briefly before darting down to your hands: one wrapped around your cock, and the other disappearing a finger inside your tight rear hole.
“C-Captain Koby, sir-!” you immediately withdrew your hands from yourself, your cock bobbing shamefully as his eyes continued to consume you. “Forgive me, sir-! I didn't realize anyone was still at the base! I-I thought you all ventured inland for the local festival-!”
“-Answer me, officer,” Captain Koby smiled down at you, his expression friendly and understanding, with a hidden complexity plastered on his lips, “What are you doing?”
“S-Sir, please-,” you began, halting only by your commanding superior speaking over you.
“Were you touching yourself, marine?”
He took a step towards the bed, watching as your cock bobbed and ass clenched as he examined you. His expression darkened, a knowing smile blooming on his lips as he looked down on you. Unable to coax your answer out of you by means of his expression alone, he paired it with two words to follow: “Answer me.”
“Yes, sir,” you admit, lips parting and bobbing your head. Koby’s smile halted by his lips pursing down at the center.
“Did I hear you call my name?” he asked, drawing his fingers down against the frame of your mattress and caressing it with his index finger. All you felt yourself do was stare blankly at him while shuddering a soft nod. “When I ask you a question, I expect an answer, officer.”
“Yes, sir,” you managed to stutter past your lips at his direct order. You attempted to scream internally at your cock, pleading with it to not bob at every soft order given by your superior officer. Unfortunately, the communication link between your mind and your cock seemed to no longer have a firm connection: your cock twitching each time Koby opened his lips and spoke with you.
Koby smiled down at you, sitting beside you on the bed and hovering his hand over your cock.
“Seems like you’re enjoying my orders. May I?” He gestured to your cock, prompting you to squeak out a soft, ‘yes, sir’ in response. He gently circled your cock and rolled your velvety skin in his hand. Peering down at you through the corner in his eyes, he asked you softly, “Do you feel like you need some discipline, officer?”
“Yes, sir,” fled your lips embarrassingly fast, your whole body reacting by the motions of his hands and the tone of his voice. Small dew-drops of precum beaded at your slit, prompting Koby to draw his hand up and toy with it. Collecting your need on his thumb, he chuckled down at you while holding you hostage to your desires.
“I didn’t know you felt for me this way, officer,” he smiled at you, rolling your pri-release in his fingertips before returning his attention to your cock. “What brought on the need to be ordered around and touched by me?”
“Elegia, sir.” Breath quivering with every touch, you felt the need pool in your belly and entire shaft throbbing in time with his motions against your will. You were close, and you felt it in every soft piston of your cock in his hands.
“Ah, Elegia,” he repeated back at you, halting his touch, “I can feel how close you are, officer. Don’t cum.”
You whimpered as he halted his touch, drawing up your hands and pawing at your open jacket in a bid to ground yourself. Nails digging crescent shapes into your torso, you bit your lip and closed your eyes shut.
“Eyes open.”
Immediately, your cock dribbled a sticky string of cum over his thumb. You were so close to your edge, that you could release if he blew on it.
“What happened in Elegia, officer?” Koby prompted you, causing you to whimper out and bite your lip while meeting his eyes with your own. His eyes held nothing but kindness while he gently began stroking your cock once more.
“I-I-I-, Captain I can’t. I’m gonna cum-!” you warned him, prompting him to halt his motions and hold the base of your shaft. Your blood swelled in your tip, glossy and shiny as he held you in stasis and begging for your bliss.
“What happened in Elegia?” Koby used your name, halting this little power play between you while his smile wavered. Lips parting, he leaned down towards you, continuing to hold your cock and waiting for your answer to follow his question.
“You did, sir,” you confess. Your eyes never left his, feeling your abdomen coil and balls slink up into your stomach. “You were strong, sir. Even the devil child Nico Robin asked for your calculative skills to be used in combat. The Charlottes adhered to your orders, and I-...”
“I had never seen you get that aggressive, sir,” you admit, voice choking in your throat as you admit the praise that seeped into your mind. “So in control and dominant. I-I-I-...”
“You what, officer?”
Koby began pumping your shaft, picking up his motions as he leaned down towards you. Just before his lips collided with your own, he uttered softly in a breath only heard by your ears.
“And you liked that enough to touch yourself?”
“Yes-!” you choked out your whisper, eyes never leaving his face while he pumped your leaking and quivering cock. “Captain I-I-I need to kiss you. Please. Please, sir?”
Koby chuckled, his smile illuminating his cheeks once more with that boyish innocence while he ferociously fisted your cock with unwavering passion. Drawing his lips down barely to brush with your own, he pulled away his hand and cupped either side of your face.
Capturing your lips beneath his, he demonstrated that heat and passion as his tongue and mouth collided with your own. Mouthing in drawn out, sultry motions, you couldn’t help but draw up your hands to hook over his shoulders. Your kiss was fire, burning and searing into your memory through each turn of his head and twitch of his tongue brushing with your own.
“Cum for me?” he ordered into your mouth, teeth and lips pulling your skin while devouring you whole.
Although it was aimed as a statement, Koby’s question caused you to buck up into the air and shoot spurts of your cum into the space between you. As his lips worshiped you with each sultry kiss, your cock shot ropes of viscous pearls into the air.
Each morsel of your body clung onto Koby in a bid to hold him closer while you rode out your untouched high. Each spurt of your cock made for a change of direction of your lip collision as you pressed your desires for him into your kisses. Each kiss you presented to him was reciprocated with a need of his own, a beast lingering below the surface.
Surfing through the waves of passion, you finally took a moment to catch your breath. Removing your lips from his, you slammed your head back onto the pillowcase and drank him in. A silent apology was found in your eyes, received only by an innocent and curious love pressed back into you.
“I-...” he began, halting only to laugh at his admission before he spoke it, “...I haven’t felt in that much control since I claimed a life for myself as a marine.”
Your eyes fell half-hooded as you caught your breath. Gazing up at him with only ever a worship and gratefulness within your eyes, you hoped he could feel your gratitude and love though every breath taken thereafter. He was everything to you, and you hoped your expression dictated that enough through your eyes.
“Captain-.” Your title of him halted by his voice decapitating your notion.
“-Koby,” he spoke your name, gently pressing a kiss to your temple before slinking back up to gaze down at you.
“Koby,” you parrotted in return to him, darting your eyes between his before triangulating down at his lips. Catching your gaze, he chuckled before pressing a kiss as sweet as you found him against your lips.
Despite being covered in your own cum, you had never felt so innocent in the gentle kiss he was pressing into you. The unspoken affection between you two was so thick and dense, you could bite into it and taste it as you were tasting his lips.
Pulling away, he darted his eyes sheepishly between yours before shying away and fleeing them. Following his vision, you witnessed the stiff pole found in his pants. He was as affected by the display as you were, and your cock already began swelling at the thought alone. \
“Koby,” you asked with an uncertainty laden in your breath, “Did you want to…?” You couldn't bring yourself to finish that sentence, hoping he could use his intelligence to find meaning in your words.
He hastily snapped his eyes back to yours and sought out further clarity.
“Captain- Koby, I mean-!” you corrected yourself. Leaning up onto your elbows, you sought out his eyes with your own while your hand traveled onto his thigh. Checking in with him visually, he made no bid to tear his eyes from your own, prompting you to inch your hand closer to his erection.
“My word and my body are both pledged to you, sir,” you admit, gently reaching for his belt buckle and flicking the metal barricade. “If you would like to use me-?”
“-I would never use you,” he growled, immediately thrusting you backwards with his hands on either shoulder. “I know what it’s like to have your will taken away from you by a superior,” he admitted, his hands unclenching from your shoulders and rubbing soothing circles into your skin. “If what you’re truly asking is: ‘let's use this time, free of the of the others, to explore and indulge in one another’s fantasies’...” he caged you beneath his arms, his glasses flopping unceremoniously onto the bridge of his nose before speaking once more.
“...The answer is ‘yes’.”
Your lips met in a messy collision of desire. Both of you as needy and desperate as one another as you pawed off each other’s uniforms without breaking your passionate kisses. Although you were initially fixated on how easily he could dictate to you; as you felt him puncture deep against your prostate though needy thrusts, you had never felt so loved in each snap of his hips aligning with yours.
