Just a funny sex thought with whoever your fave may be:
You had to sneeze.
You REALLY had to sneeze.
His hips pistoned in and out of you, head buried in the crook of your neck. Slightly higher pitches moans came out of his mouth as his hands tighten on your hips.
You put a hand on his shoulder, pushing him up to meet your eyes and you voice your concern. He props himself on his forearms and stills his hips flush against yours.
But he was close to cumming, reeeeeeally close.
If he had some extensive knowledge of human anatomy, he would have known that your muscles SQUEEZE when you sneeze, including the muscles that was currently stretch around his cock. His mind was clouded with arousal, any other thought other than YOU out of the question.
You turn your head to the side and let loose, 3 sneezes in a row coming out. When you do so, your hole tightens VERY SNUG around him, tight enough to push him out if his wide, strong hips weren't hard against yours.
He collapses on top of you, moaning loudly as the 3 consecutive dick-choking sneezes push him over the edge. His hips move without thought, pushing his cum deep inside you before stilling again.
The room is silent for a few moment aside from his heavy breathing when you ask, "Did you really just cum?"
He props himself up again, eyes wide with a shocked look on his face. You can't help but giggle loudly, a wide smile on your face as you both come to the realization. You hear a few deep chuckles before he groans and pulls out, quick to fill you with his fingers ready to return the favor.
I like smut as much as the next person but yall aren't even trying to write anymore. All fanfic on here is just 300 words of sex and then just tagging any character you think fits.
𝜗ৎ one piece x reader: their favorite kinds of kisses
𓍢ִ໋❀ luffy adores kissing your cheek. he'll usually suprise you by jumping onto your back and wrapping his arms and legs around you, before placing a big, sloppy kiss on your face.
𓍢ִ໋❀ zoro loves it when he's about to take a nap and you join him by dozing off on his shoulder. he takes these moments as an opportunity to kiss the top of your head.
𓍢ִ໋❀ sanji absolutely loves kissing your hands. you love it too, the way he so sweetly submits to you, caresses you, treats you like a queen. he wants nothing more than to devote himself to you.
𓍢ִ໋❀ law cherishes those moments when he's working late at night, with you by his side. you place your hand delicately on his non working hand, and he can't help but bring it to his face and kiss your knuckles.
𓍢ִ໋❀ ace has always been a sweet and simple man. on late nights when most of the crew has retired and the two of you get to share some peace together, it almost always involves you two kissing softly on the lips. it's both sweet and reassuring.
𓍢ִ໋❀ shanks can't help it when he drinks himself stupid at a bar and your sitting right next to him. he immediately leans in and leaves sloppy kisses all over your neck, whispering sweet nothings into your skin until he inevitably passes out.
𓍢ִ໋❀ crocodile loves nothing more than bringing you expensive gifts as forgiveness for hardly having time. seeing your face light up while he wraps diamonds around your neck always compels him to place a kiss on your forehead.
𓍢ִ໋❀ doflamingo believes himself to be the rightful owner of all, including your heart. he tends to grab your face and kiss you harshly, allowing you to taste his maliciousness, possessiveness, and the twisted love he holds towards you akin to a child and his belongings.
𓍢ִ໋❀ eustass kid won't even be loud or grand with his love, but he doesn't fail to show it in quiet ways. when he finally retires for the night he collapses right on top of you, leaving kisses on your stomach until he starts to snore.
꒰ྀི .✸ ❛ WELL FITTED ❜ — ⸝⸝ #hornythoughts — ANYONE x FEM READER. ꒱ྀི
𖥻 YOU’VE ALWAYS knew your boyfriend was tall (duh), always in perfect shape, could easily carry something that looked heavy in your eyes, it fascinated you like a little kid discovering candy. And that’s when your obsession came in, you were head over heels over how well fitted your boyfriend was and you determined to watch your boyfriend “flex” his muscles right in front of you
you’d carefully picking the heaviest weights just so you can call him to carry it, pretending you need help when it came to the simplest thing, hell even pretending your feet hurt just for you to be easily carried to your exact location so effortlessly
You couldn’t stand there and lie to yourself it didn’t make you horny and it did. You watch him for hours watching him do anything that involves him being shirtless or in a small shirt, watching his short sleeve wrap perfectly around his torso and big biceps, and how the sweat glistens on his body
all of it made you even obsessed with him, endless scenarios of his arms wrapped around your neck, or even feeling his big hands around your waist, and feeling the harsh squeeze on your ass
but his thighs? that’s extra bonus. each time he walked around his boxers or slightly tight shorts, his thighs always looked squished almost like it was going to burst the material.
“what are you starin’ at?” He asked, his voice low but curious.
“nothinn” you told sweetly, biting lip as you eyed him up and down
and you couldnt even lie to yourself to say this was the dream and you never wanted to wake up from
this was something that was lwk targeted towards désire and jobe ( well mostly Rafe Cameron ) but ouu shi let evb in
Pairing(s): Luffy x reader; Zoro x reader; Sanji x reader; Ace x reader; Law x reader; Sabo x reader
Genre: Smut, fluff
Warnings: This content is for a mature audience
Synopsis: Happy Valentine's Day, my love.
Author's notes: My, very late, Valentine´s Day gift to you, mochis. Purely smut. Hope you enjoy it. I think I'm blind from the amount of time I spent writing it. Love you. By the way, what would you think about more angst on this blog?
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Luffy
Your captain has no clue what day he lives in, much less that Valentine’s is coming, but thankfully, he’s got Sanji for that.
So, when the day comes, he’s shoved into your room with a box of chocolates, a bouquet of flowers and the threat that if he dares eat any of the chocolates, the cook will shove his foot so far up inside his ass it will come out of his mouth.
Sanji still can’t believe you decided to give your heart and soul to that monkey (he swears he loves his captain)
You spend the evening in your room. Hearing him rant about anything and anything, laugh at his own jokes and play a guessing game only he can understand.
In many ways, Luffy is a simple man and that brings you comfort. There are no hidden intentions, no mixed feelings or miscommunications. His love is clear and honest. Luffy just is.
Which is why the words that come out of his mouth do not surprise you.
“If I finger you, can I finish the rest of the candy?”
No need to ask.
Luffy might be oblivious to most things, but he knows you. And he knows exactly how you like it. Two of his fingers explore your insides like a map, massaging your walls and pressing against the places that make your toes curl. His lips suck on your tits, tongue running on top of them, his saliva making your skin shine.
“Luffy...” You whine, grabbing onto the pillow with one hand and palming his cock over his shorts with the other one. He’s rock hard but seems to be in no rush to fuck you, content with the taste of your skin on his tongue.
He hums against your skin before pulling away, a thread of spit connecting your nipple to his lips. He looks around, looking for something on the bed, but his fingers don’t stop for a second, his middle and index moving in a “come hither” motion while his thumb toys with your clit, “there they are!” He’s quick to grab the box of chocolates and open it up with his free hand.
Food and sex together aren’t a weird concept in your relationship, so you pay no mind to it. That is, until he’s biting on a jam-filled candy and letting some of its filling fall on one of your nipples. Your eyebrows furrow, and your mouth opens in a gasp when he sucks it off you.
“You make them taste even better, sweets”, he says more to himself, but you can see that the sweet treat has done something to him. His eyes are now half lidded, his mouth dribbles even more, and his pace grows harder.
“Luffy! Fuck just like that!” You push your tits closer to his mouth.
He continues the action again and again until the entire box is empty and you’re blissed out from the pleasure. It’s then that he says,
“Now, I’m craving something else.” He licks the remains of the sugar off his lips and pulls down his shorts; his cock slaps against his abdomen.
“That candy was great, Sanji! Thanks!” The younger man says as he pats his cook on the back.
“Sure,” Sanji answered, defeated. No anger or energy left as he knows it was his fault Luffy got laid last night... fucking lucky monkey.
Zoro
Marimo is dumb when it comes to a lot of things. Directions, for example. But when it comes to you, one or two gears work in his brain.
“You don’t have to remind me, twirly brows.” He says as he does crunches.
“We don’t?” For once, Sanji is pleasantly surprised by the mosshead.
“I’ve already got covered.”
Nami doesn’t buy it. She narrows her eyes as she asks, “What did you get her?”
“There was this fine liquor store at the last isla...” A punch landed on his head before he could finish.
“I fucking knew it!”
He isn’t that stupid... It’s just that alcohol clouds his thinking.
Sanji and Nami have to punch him and get him back to his right senses, but in the end, it all works out.
Rice balls, your favourite dessert, and, of course, sake. All while looking at the stars from the crow’s nest. You lean on his chest while he hugs you from behind. No words are needed; his touch and love are all you need.
It isn’t until you feel his lips travelling down your neck, sucking on the skin, that you remember that drunk Zoro tends to be more handsy than sober Zoro.
Your face is squished against the cold wood, your hands barely able to keep you in place, but that’s the last thing on your mind. His thrusts are brutal, unforgiving. Your juices spill down your cunt and his cock and land on the floor. Screams and cries of pleasure fall from the window, alerting the crew and any other ships near you. And Zoro couldn’t feel any prouder.
“You like it rough, don’t you, woman.” He says as he takes a sip from the sake bottle.
“Mmhm,” you nod, “yes, Zoro, please fuck me harder”, you whine.
He laughs, but gives it to you, “You are such a whore for my cock.”
His balls slap against your clitoris, your boobs bounce at his rhythm, and your hips bruise from his hard grip. His cock stretches and moulds your insides with every stroke; you have never been able to get used to his size, and you are sure you never will. Tan, long, thick, with multiple veins running across it, and a bulbous tip. You have explored it with every inch of your mouth and cunt; you are completely in love with his cock, and Zoro knows it.
His hands spread your cheeks, watching the way his dick goes in and out of your sweet cunt, a white, milky ring around every time it comes out.
“Tightest fucking cunt,” he moans. His dirty mouth is always what drives you crazy, he’s got no shame and no regard, speaking freely of how he feels or likes about fucking you, “you gonna make me cum, baby? Want me to fill you up?”
“Yes! Yes, yes, yes, Zoro. Please cum inside me.”
“Don’t worry, girl. I’m gonna fuck you full.”
His pace quickens, his hips moving with purpose. At this point, you can barely gasp his name; your head filled with only air and him. Your fingers press on your clit, your legs quiver and clench, desperate for release.
“Come on, woman. Cum on my cock.”
Your legs give out, but his hands are there to support you. He pulls you and presses you against his chest, continuing to move his hips as you chase your high. Your clit is beyond sensitive and exhausted, but the look he gives you is enough to fire you back up.
“I’m not done with you.”
The next day, while you can barely walk, he’s training his heart out.
You sit next to Robin and Usopp, your head lying on the table as you groan from your tensed muscles.
“Rough night?” Robin teases.
“More like he gave it to her, rough,” Usopp adds.
You feel like dying from embarrassment and tiredness.
Robin just laughs behind her hand.
Sanji
The absolute master when it comes to romantic holidays
He’s been preparing himself for this date for months (mentally for years, but no one must know that)
Buying the finest ingredients at every island the crew stops, spending his entire share of money in things he knows you’d love and that remind him of you.
In a calendar, he crosses out each day, getting closer and closer to the fateful date (Zoro makes fun of him every morning, and that’s the first fight of the day for both)
Makes a list of everything he plans on cooking, decorating and doing for you and the crew (well..., more like you and the girls)
The night before, make sure to secure the fridge with what appears to be a thousand locks and traps. Luffy still tries, but the sea stone chains seem to do the trick (thank gods)
When the morning finally arrives, you find the cutest outfit hanging on the door, courtesy of your boyfriend’s money and Nami’s fashion input.
And Sanji between your legs.
He couldn’t help himself; he just had to have dessert first.
“Sanji!” Your nerves and senses are just waking up, but you can feel every single stroke from his mouth. He alternates from sucking on your clit, humming around the little bud, and swiping his tongue up and down your entrance, licking and thrusting himself inside you.
“Good morning, my love.” He pulls away for just a second, giving you a bright smile. His lower face is covered in your slick; the view makes you clench. “Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.”
You open your mouth to answer, but only a moan escapes it. Sanji’s fingers were unforgiving in their pace, looking for that tender place inside of you.
“You look absolutely beautiful, mon amour.” He mumbles against your core before diving back in.
Sanji is no messy eater. He’s careful, precise and romantic; he knows your body better than he knows his own. You are a delicacy and deserve to be eaten as such.
You grip and pull on the sheets, your legs tremble and close around his head, and your teeth break the skin of your lips, trying to conceal your moans so as not to wake up the rest of the crew.
“Please, please, please, Sanji...” you beg, but he’s giving you everything and more.
“Come on, my love. Give it to me, cum on my mouth.” He says against your lips, his tongue coming out to give a long lick on the underside of your clitoris.
One of your hands comes up and pulls on your nipples while the other pulls on his hair, your head is thrown back, and you lift your hips off the bed. The chef is immensely enamoured with the view, his hips thrusting and humping against your bedding, trying to relieve some of the tension.
“Cum, baby, please, cum for me.”
And you do. The knot finally snaps, and your juices fly out of you, his face and the bed getting covered in them. His hand quickly moves to your clit, rapidly flicking it to prolong your pleasure.
“Yes, yes, just like that, baby. Thank you, my sweet.”
After that wonderful wake-up, he brings you breakfast in bed and continues doting on you.
(By the way, Luffy is quite annoyed at the fact that only you get to have breakfast in bed.)
Ace
He’s somewhat prepared.
He asked Thatch to teach him how to make a cake, but he figured if the cake took forty-five minutes at 175 °C to bake, then he could just triple the temperature, and that would lessen the time. With his Devil Fruit, that would be easy enough, right?
Well, a burnt kitchen, a punch to the head and a visit to Marco made it clear that no, that wasn’t the way.
One burnt cake and a lot of begging later, Ace found himself with a perfectly good cake. One, he had to fight the urge not to shove it down his throat.
Izou was also nice enough to help him choose a lipstick for you. Ace was quite hesitant to ask him for help (since you still harbour a crush on the older commander), but the wanojin was a gentleman about it. Or at least, he tried.
“I think this one will look nice on her, Ace,” Izou said, handing him the small tub.
“Thanks, man.” He put on his backpack.
“Sure. I’m sure she will look just as gorgeous as that night...” The samurai teased.
“Okay, okay, man. Fuck off.”
That night you had eaten cake, drank sake, laughed, danced and kissed by the light of the moon and the ease of the sea. The world seemed to disappear when it's just the two of you.
You were elated and so, so grateful for your boyfriend, and you needed to thank him, repay him for such a date.
A lightbulb went off.
“Oh gods, baby girl.” Ace moaned, leaning back against the ship’s mast.
You moved your head back and forth, lips wrapped around his thick cock, tongue tracing the underside. Your eyes firm on his, tearful from when you’d gag.
His tongue traced his lips, then his teeth bit them, moans, cries and promises came out of them. He’d give you world, sun, moon and stars, whatever you want, just please, please suck him deeper.
“Fuck, I fucking love your mouth, baby.” He let out a pleased laugh.
Relaxing your throat, you took him deeper. Your jaw protesting, your breathing heavy and laboured, cheeks covered in tears, and you fighting back on your gag reflex, but you loved every second of the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat.
You moaned around him, sending shivers down his spine. Then, you pulled away, gasping for air, your hand quick to replace your mouth. Saliva dripped down his shaft, your lips and hands, but you didn’t care. Your hand tightened around his length, jerking him just like he likes it. Your lips wrapped around the head, sucking and licking it, next your tongue travels up and down the rest of his dick.
“You are so fucking good, so fucking good.” He groans. His fingers thread through your hair, pulling you closer to him. His hips move involuntarily, thrusting inside your mouth. His skin feels warmer than usual, and you know he’s losing control of his powers.
You pull him out and spit on it, your hand focusing on the tip, “cum in my mouth, Ace.”
He looks down at you and moans loudly. He absolutely loves cumming inside your mouth; it’s his second favourite thing.
You show him your tongue, slapping his cock against, “please, please daddy, cum in my mouth.” Your eyes beg for it.
His breathing grows heavier, his abs contract, his neck and face are pink-tinted and sweat runs down his freckles. One of his hands runs over his hair, pulling on it while the other caresses the back of yours. His hips move desperately; he can feel it, it’s coming.
“I’m gonna, I’m gonna cum, baby girl.” He moans.
You suck harder, faster. You need it.
He fucks your mouth with such fervour you know there will be a bruise at the back of it, but you don’t care.
“Fuck!” Spurts of his thick seed fill your mouth; his grip tightens on your hair, and hearts cover your eyes. Ace cumming is the most beautiful view in the world. Drowsy eyes, plumped, bitten lips, blushed, freckled cheeks and chest and the sweetest, hottest smile in the world.
Ace went about his day as any other, happy and blissful from last night's events, oblivious to someone’s eyes.
“’s a good, it was me who was on night watch and not Pops, right Acey?”
The freckled went stiff, turning to the man watching him on the side. Izou. Izou with the biggest smile on his face.
Law
Sucks at romance and anything love-related but know he’s trying. He’s just stupid.
Sachi and Penguin desperately try to help, but he quickly realises that even if those two get laid, it does not mean they know jack shit about love.
(Dear gods, what would Cora-san do?)
(Trip downstairs and light himself on fire probably, but with a bouquet of roses in hand nonetheless)
So, Ikakku and Bepo are his best bets on that ship.
Law may be a great captain, surgeon and pirate, and he happens to be hot, but my gods is he dumb.
“Captain, you’ve been dating her for months; you cannot be this clueless.” Ikkaku groans.
Law pouts and crosses his arms over his chest, looking away. Just like a small child, “I fail to see what’s wrong with my idea.”
“Looking around for and classifying coins is not a date, Captain,” Bepo says, trying not to cry from the absurdity of the plan.
“To me it is.” The surgeon grumbles.
He and the polar bear plan and coordinate to stop at an island so you can have a date. Everything's been carefully examined and detailed to Law’s standards, but when does life ever go his way?
That morning, he finds out the fucking Marine has completely taken over the island and its perimeters, so you had to change course immediately. The nearest island is two days away. Well, fuck.
He’s pulling his hair out from the stress, barking orders around and hysterically looking for an idea.
“Law?” You poke your head inside his office. His eyes are scanning every romance novel on the ship, but he finds nothing; all of them end in suicide. He just might...
“Law.” You try again, this time stepping in. A tray in your hands. Two cups of tea, a candle, some matches, and two cups of instant noodles.
His heart instantly churns at the sight. Of course, you had been the only one to pull something together. He can’t help but think you deserve better.
“Love...” He’s out of words, the anxiety and exhaustion of the date finally catching up to him.
“Bepo told me. Do not stress about it, babe. Happy Valentine’s Day.” You leaned down, kissing his cheek.
Law groans, that wide mouth bear.
The rest of the evening is spent with you sitting on his legs, sipping tea, recounting old tales and discussing various themes, and you love every second of it.
Law is bad with feelings or words, but he knows there are other ways.
“Law!” Your nails scratch his back, leaving angry red marks over the Jolly Roger tattooed on his skin.
But he can’t seem to care less; his hips continue their assault on your cunt. His lips whisper sins against your ear, his hands grip on your hips, pull you closer and prevent you from slipping away from the pleasure only he can give you, “feel good, sweetheart? Do you like the way my cock’s so deep inside you?”
You are long gone. Two orgasms with his fingers, one with his tongue, and now chasing another with his member, knocking on your cervix. Your mouth only knows his name, and your eyes gloss from the sight of him. His eyes dazed, passion and lust fill them, his eyebrows furrow and his lips open and close with every thrust. Moans and groans end up in your neck, along with some hickies.
Law usually doesn’t allow himself to lose control like this, but he figures today is a special date. Sex tonight is loud, messy, and raw. He hasn’t felt this alive in years.
His pace quickens, his rhythm grows desperate with every second, and the idea of you cum around his cock is the only thing on his mind.
“Harder, faster, more, more, more, Law!” You don’t know what else you are asking for, but you can feel yourself hanging over the edge, just a bit more.
And it's like he knows, his fingers press on your clit, drawing circles on top of it, that’s enough. You cum around his cock with a gasp and trembling, but he doesn’t relent. Your nerves cry in overstimulation, but Law is not done, not until he feels you again.
“You are going to give me another one.” He declares. His hips don’t stop, and neither do his fingers and mouth.
“’s too much...” you whine, throwing your head back and pushing against his chest. But he doesn’t allow you to run away.
“One more, give me one more. Milk my cock, love.” His words are getting crasser, nastier, and that’s how you know Law’s head is filled with pleasure just as much as yours.
“Law!” You cry out.
“One more, one more...” He continues saying. Even if his cum drips down your cunt and legs, even if it can’t fit anymore inside of you.
The next morning is payback for keeping the crew awake the entire night.
“My gods, if you two are going to be that loud and nasty, at least have the decency to invite me, even if it's to watch,” Shachi says, while drinking his coffee, a smile on his face and dark bags under his eyes.
“Shachi!” Law scolds him.
Sabo
You firmly believe there’s nothing hotter than a revolutionary.
Sabo is that in the complete sense of the word. Dauntless, radical, rebel, mighty, strategic. His sense of justice took your breath away the second he opened his heart and mouth.
And while your boyfriend is all that, he’s also a clueless idiot whose head is filled with food, his brothers, Dragon..., and, of course, you.
It’s up to Koala and Ivankov to help him not disappoint his girlfriend on such a day.
“You may be chief of staff, but you are also so unbelievably stupid it almost hurts, Sabo-kun,” Ivankov says as they arrange a beautiful bouquet of flowers.
Koala nods as she watches him write a letter for you (that actually was his idea, but she left a big bump on his forehead just so he didn’t forget to do it.) “I know, I know.” He laughs but is secretly scared of receiving another “reminder” from his best friend.
Dinner, flowers, gifts, the letter and a walk along Ivankov’s island’s beach. Quite the date if you were to ask Sabo, yet he couldn’t help but feel like something was once missing.
Ah, right.
Your thighs are burning from the motion, your knees crying from the sand that’s digging itself onto your skin, but you don’t dare stop. For his pleasure, and, selfishly, mostly for yours. His cock is hitting right on the spot, your entire body shivering in delight and encouraging you to go harder. Your hair disheveled, clothes wrinkled and stained, panties pushed to the side, tits popping out of your dress, and his pants pulled down just below his waist.
Sabo is lying on the sand, arms behind his head and a bright smile on his face, biting his lips sometimes, moaning freely. The view is simply immaculate. You, jumping on top of him, choking his cock as your life depended on it, your tits bounce deliciously, and the ethereal look on your face is the most gorgeous you’ve ever looked. Using him for your own pleasure, he won’t complain about it.
“Come on, baby. Give it to me harder, I know you want to.” His words rile you up, making you clench harder around him.
“Oh gods, Sabo!” You close your eyes and scream, as nobody can hear you. And if anyone does, your boyfriend doesn’t care.
He lifts one of his hands, “Slap!”, a hard smack against your bottom.
You cry out, loving the pain, craving more of it, “Yes, please, please, more”
He lands an even harder slap, “You like that, baby? You like being treated like a slut?”
Your muscles are begging you to stop, but you can’t, you won’t, “Yes, Sabo!”
“Who do you belong to?” Smack!
“You!”
Smack! “Who?”
“Sabo!” Tears spill down your face, euphoria crawling all over your body.
“Louder!” Smack!
“Sabo!” It was simply too much. Your climax exploded between the two of you, head spinning, vision blurred, your legs shaking, and finally giving out, making you fall on top of him. You pressed yourself closer to his neck and cried out when his hips continued where you left off.
“The island is big, Sabo; you guys didn’t have to fuck twenty feet away from the base,” Dragon said, pressing his hand against his eyelids, exasperated.
𑣲ㅤ m's warningsㅤ ◞ nsfw and 18+ content ahead, i don't really specify gender/anatomy, kind of crack at the same time :3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
𑣲ㅤ m's synopsisㅤ ◞ they break the bed during crazy sex LOL
𑣲ㅤ m's noteㅤ ◞ making content for myself to reread in the future fr!
𑣲 characters included: luffy, zoro, sanji, (part two for ace, law, smoker, and usopp soon!)
ꫂ᭪݁ honestly, luffy doesn't even notice 'till you say something. who knew a heated makeout session would turn to this (everybody...). being in the heat of the moment really does something when you're stuck in the haze of pleasure.
you two were just kissing, marking each other, and god knows what else. i mean it wasn't uncommon to want to freak your partner a little now and then right? besides everybody else on the ship was off in the new island...
his palms were still stuck to your waist until he hears your voice. "nnh... l... luffy? i think we broke the bed..." your words were heavily spaced out from each other, strands of your hair still sticking to your forehead when his movements stop for a moment.
you let out a small laugh seeing his face quite literally go o.o for a moment as you mentioned it. luffy's face immediately warms up at seeing that sweet grin only he could match;
"...oh, we kinda did..." he replies briefly before letting out a chuckle, "so you wanna keep going, or what?"
ꫂ᭪݁ zoro is the exact opposite of his captain, whereas he already knew when it started to creak, but his mindset? how fast could he break it 'till the frame of the mattress quite literally would give up under the weight and force he would have in each thrust he'd give you. but still he would wait for you to mention it before saying anything about it.
"haah—fuuck, zo- zoro... i think t... the- nngh! bed..." your words were cut up within every plunge his cock would set inside you, "—broke. i know,"
your boyfriend's voice was rough, and deep, his pace had slowed down; clearly not in the mood to stop anytime soon, his black orb briefly scans you, eyes leading from where you two were joined- all the way back up to the way you face looked at him so curiously.
"...god, if you're that worried, i'll buy a new one," lifting you up from the position where you were once laid down on your back, sitting now on his lap, "deal?" — you nervously nodded your head as you let out a small exhale, the few moments where you could breathe even for just a second;
"please, pretty, don't let a bed stop me from spending time with you." swiftly repositioning the both of you to sit on the edge of the broken frame, "now let's make use of this mirror..."
ꫂ᭪݁ sanji is unsure of what to do, he realizes as soon as the sound enters his ears and just... kind of freezes. it's funny, very amusing to you, so he starts laughing too. finds it absolutely adorable of you to be amused by a situation like this when you were JUST moaning out his name from how good that dih is.
"sorry, 'ji... it's just- you were so into it—then you froze!" you continued to let out laughter, leaning your head back into the pillow you were literally burying yourself in.
sanji just smiles at you, for a moment when he brushes a hand through his blonde hair. “apologies my love… i assure you it’ll be fully paid for.” his hand caresses your face for a moment,
