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Luffy can be so ridiculously needy.

The look on Luffy's face is the kind you only get when he’s been ‘thinking’ about one thing for too long. His eyes has been glued to you like you’re the only meal in the world, he was way too touchy today, his hands tugging onto you, wrapping his arms around your body tightly to keep you pressed against him and now, that you both are alone together, he’s finally able to do something about it. 

His hands are placed on either side of your waist, mouth crashing down to claim you in a messy, greedy kiss. It’s all teeth and tongue. Luffy’s hands lower to desperately dig his fingers into your hips, pulling you snug against him, and the way Luffy grinds against you so desperately makes you shudder against him.

“Fuck—Luffyyy..” you moan into the kiss, fingers clawing up to grab Luffy’s shoulders. You can feel Luffy’s hardness pressing through the fabric of his blue shorts while he’s grinding against you, every thrust he makes, subtle or blatant, makes his center pulse harder against the thin cloth that’s making his boner ache so painfully.

Luffy groans in the back of his throat and starts humping harder against your thigh. He’s practically slobbering over your mouth, drool mixing with kisses along your jaw. “‘m s’hard—nghh..‘hurts s’much..” he whines against your lips. “please, c’mon.. I wanna feel ya..” he pants between greedy kisses, voice thick. “Wanna feel ya s’bad!” The need in his words makes your sex become wet, damping the front of your underwear.

Your response is a keening, half-plea, half-laugh. You thread your hands into Luffy’s hair and pull, guiding him closer, both of you sliding eachothers press of fabric even more. “Mmm—need you too, so much..” You whine, voice small and raw. Your permission and begging made Luffy’s instincts flare up further.

You both topple onto the bed in a tangle. Luffy takes a beat to laugh breathlessly, then he’s all hands again, palms sliding down your sides, fingers ripping at the waistband of your pants and impatiently tugging them down. He flips you over on the bed, urgency making him clumsy. You were on your stomach now. “Gah!—lu-“ you were surprised by how needy he acted, clearly he waited long for this.

“No more waitin’, can’t wait.” Luffy says, grinning while he fumbles behind you, yanking your pants and underwear down in one hard tug. There’s nothing polite about it, just hot need. The moment he sees your pretty pussy glistening with your arousal made his dick jump painfully in his pants, his mouth watering at the sight. he desperately grips his own waistband and tugs his own pants down. “need to be inside of ya right now!” He whines out.

Yanking his own shorts down, his hard cock sprung out and lightly slapped against his abdomen, his weeping tip oozing with sticky pre-cum, he lets out a sigh of relief once his cock was freed from the uncomfortable tightness of his pants.

Immediately he grips your hips and pulls you towards him. The leaking cockhead of his length pressing against your slick center, feeling how soaked you are.. warm and wet. He groans low at the sensation.

He pushes in. Not gentle, he’s instincts are making him so impatient that he slides all the way in till he bottoms out with a satisfied exhale. “Haaa…” one hand braced on your hip to pull you flush. “Ngh!—” Luffy groans. “Y/n.. you’re s’warm… ‘s sucking me in—” he blurts, simple as always. He lowers his head and buries his face into the back of your neck and breathes you in, drool glinting at the corner of his mouth, he then he pulls back and starts to move.

His rhythm starts fast and hard. deep thrusts that slap loud and wet against your ass, Luffy’s fingers digged in your hips hard enough to leave half-moon prints. He moans out on every stroke. “Haa—s’tightt…Mmm!—ya squeezin’ me s’good!” he pants, each word punctuated by the pound of his hips.

You’re a mess, your cheek pressed against the warm mattress as you were getting pounded by your needy captain. “A-aaha—oh god—d-don’t stop!~” you beg, voice cracking, your fingers dig into the white sheets as your back was beautifully arched for him, drool seaping from your mouth and wettening the sheets beneath you.

Every one of his thrusts hits a spot that makes his dick scrape at some raw place inside you, it was driving you crazy, luffy always fucked you so good, too good. He wraps his arms around your waist from behind, pulling you tight while he keeps rutting into your puffy pussy fast and sloppy.  

You cry out and that makes him go deeper, faster. He slams into you with reckless joy, the sound of skin on skin loud and filthy. “Ahhh—ya like this? Ya like it when I—do this, y/nn?” Luffy blabbers between moans above you, though the question is performative, he already knows the answer from the way your body trembles.

“Yes! Nngh! yes—need you.. more! Haa, p-please!!” You whimper out, your knees wobble, you were getting weak from how luffy’s cock was thrusting into your sensitive pussy, but Luffy just responds by angling your hips higher, making sure your ass was high enough so his hips can slam against them, for him to piston deeper in that tightness. 

He glances down, watching how your ass slightly jiggled from each time his hips slammed against your backside. “Shishishi..your ass ‘s movin’” he lets out a breathless giggle. “that’s s’funny y/n!” He grinned, the shameless comment he said made you make a muffled groan in embarrassment against the sheets.

Luffy’s moans grew louder as his eyes fluttered closed, panting out, “haaa..’m almost gonna—” he fucks you harder, each thrust pushing you both closer to the edge. You claw at the sheets, lips parted, you were letting out a ragged string of sounds. “Ah—Luh-ffyyy! W-Wait I—hahh—‘s too much—!!” you mewl out, feeling your head go dizzy from how good your insides were getting filled.

“‘m gonna—c-cum! I-im—“ you gasp out. A tight knot builds in your lower stomach, it was making your legs shake and grow more weak, your pussy tightening around luffy tighter till you finally reach your climax. You start cumming. Your pussy creaming around luffy’s cock, your nails digging into the mattress until your fingers weaken. Luffy doesn’t stop even when you cum, his cock still desperately pounding into your fluttering hole.

Luffy moans, the feeling of you clenching around him so tightly made him gasp, his head tipping back as his drooling tongue hangs a little out of his mouth, he can feel his own orgasm coming. “‘m s’close! can’t hold it—‘m c-cummin’! gonna—inside—nghh!” Luffy can’t think straight from how good you feel, how warm and tight you are, his cock pulses in you before he starts cumming deep inside of you.

His throbbing cock shoots out thick, hot lines of cum inside you, filling your insides up almost immediately, trickles of his creamy seed leaking out. “cummin’.. cummin’ s’muchh.. hnnghh!” his body trembles, arms wrapped tight around your stomach as if he’s trying to keep every drop inside. “Haaa…fucckkk..” 

“Y/nnn…” he pants, kissing all over your shoulder, still slowly rocking his hips, cum oozing out with every little thrust. “felt s’gooddd.. mmm..”  Luffy’s breathing comes in deep, satisfied huffs against your back before he lets out a tired laugh, the kind that fades into a sigh. You were weak beneath him, drool spilling into the sheets while your legs shook out of the intense pleasure. 

“Haah… that was fun.” he mumbles, voice already trailing into a yawn.

Before you can even roll over to look at him, Luffy just flops down beside you—completely satisfied, limbs sprawling out like a starfish. He’s grinning widely, eyes half-lidded, and his hand automatically finds your waist again, tugging you close against him.

You blink, still catching your breath, face buried partly in the sheets. You’re flushed and dazed, your hair sticking up in all directions—more than usual, somehow. You let out a quiet laugh at how fast Luffy’s mood changed from so desperately horny to all sweetly snuggly. “y-you’re already asleep?..” You muttered softly, voice rough and sleepy.

Luffy hums in response, nose bumping against your shoulder. “m’not asleep..” he insists, even as his words slur together. “Just… restin’… ya feel nice…”

That makes you smile helplessly. You shift onto your side, meeting Luffy’s chest and letting yourself be gathered up in those muscular, tanned arms of his. The warmth is overwhelming in such a good way.

Luffy’s breathing slows until it’s just the steady rhythm of someone completely at peace. His hand twitches every now and then, like he’s making sure you’re still there.

Your eyes soften. You reach up and trace the line of that 2-stitched scar underneath luffy’s left eye with your fingertip before whispering. “mmm.. s’okay, love ya s’much lu..”

Luffy doesn’t answer, but his grin lingers even in sleep.

You press the side of your face to Luffy’s chest, listening to that steady heartbeat under your ear. Your eyelids grow heavy. Within minutes, they’re both tangled up together, Luffy snoring softly, you’re half-drooling against his chest, the two of you melted into a big pile of sleepy warmth. 

He decides to swing down, landing right in front of the two of you. You both startle and Luffy grins, asking, “Do you guys wanna play a game or something?”

Ace replies, “We were actually in the middle of a conversation, Luffy.”

“Oh! What about?”

“This book we both read recently,” you tell him, shooting Ace a warm smile that Luffy zeroes in on. 

He turns back to his brother, laughing but the cheerfulness doesn’t fully reach his eyes.  “Stop joking! Ace doesn’t read!”

“I read this book,” Ace snaps back through gritted teeth. Luffy cocks his head; Ace never liked reading, always hurling books back at Garp when their grandfather tried to get him to try one. His brother’s gaze bounces from Luffy to you and back, like he’s trying to convey a message.

Luffy nods in understanding and Ace’s shoulders drop in relief, but the feeling doesn’t last long as Luffy lets out a snicker before slotting himself between the two of you, throwing his arms over you both. You offer a confused smile while Ace just narrows his eyes, glaring at his younger brother. He can’t quite put his finger on Luffy’s behavior. It’s not that he’s acting weird but Ace senses something more, something simmering beneath the surface. Luffy brightly proposes the idea of a game again, though Ace notices that he pointedly angles himself towards you. 

With a groan, Ace hooks an arm around Luffy’s neck, dragging his below deck with a call over his shoulder to you of, “We’ll be back in a sec!”

When he releases his brother, Ace asks, “What’re you doing?”

“What do you mean? I want to play a game with you guys! I’m so bored!”

Ace sighs, “Okay, we’ll play a game. But can you let me talk to them, just for a little longer?” “What? About the book?”

“Yeah.”

Luffy tilts his head again. “Why?”

“Because I read it and so did they and I want to talk to them about it.”

Luffy grows quiet. Ace reading just doesn’t make sense. He scratches his head in confusion, letting the silence stretch out. Then, he asks, “Do you like them?”

Ace raises his eyebrows. “What?”

“Do you like them?” Luffy asks again. “Do you like them? In a more-than-a-friend way?”

Ace hesitates. “I don’t know,” he admits. “But I want to get to know them better in that way.”

Luffy pauses then laughs, “Why didn’t you just say that?” He pats Ace on the shoulder and Ace thinks it’s the end of this, that maybe Luffy could help him. But then, Luffy says, “But, just so you know, Ace. I think I like them too! As more than a friend, and I’m not gonna go down without a fight.”

Ace blinks — once, twice — then he says, “Is that so? Well then, let the best man win.” 

He extends his hand to Luffy, who grabs it, pumps it twice, and then bolts out the door towards the deck, shouting, “Too slow, Ace!”

On deck, you bear witness to Luffy practically flying towards you, Ace hot on his heels. Luffy stops just in front of you and he says, “Sorry ‘bout that!”

“Are you guys okay?”

Ace catches up with a huff but he waves you off. “Yeah, just dumb brother stuff.” 

Luffy nods enthusiastically, then asks, “Can we play a game now?”

⟢ vinsmoke sanji & trafalgar law

Law doesn’t get what’s appealing about Sanji’s flirting to you. You’ve both witnessed the Straw Hat’s cook fawn over and chase after dozens of women, and yet you’re sitting with Robin and Nami, entertaining Sanji’s advances as he serves the three of you iced tea and small bites. It’s the way you smile up at Sanji, all warm and inviting, that makes Law’s eye twitch. 

“My lady,” Sanji coos at you, leaning over your chair, “is everything to your liking? Are the crostini good?”

“Everything’s delicious, Sanji, thank you!” You offer that sun-bright smile again and Sanji clutches his hands over his heart. Law could throw up right now, especially with how his stomach turns at the scene. 

He knew he shouldn’t have let Bepo, Shachi, and Penguin convince him to accept Luffy’s invitation for a party on the Thousand Sunny. It had been a coincidence that your crews wound up on the same tropical island for a brief respite, and Law finds himself wishing he’d just kept moving the Polar Tang forward.

Law watches Sanji sit on the floor beside you as you stretch out in the recliner seat. Both Law and Sanji follow the line of your body, and you turn your head to say something to the cook that Law can’t hear but it makes Sanji blush and let out a soft, almost shy laugh. 

“Hey, Captain… you might want to ease up on the cup.” Shachi appears beside him but it’s too late. The distinct clink of cracking glass seems to sound off far too loudly but it draws everyone’s attention, including yours and Sanji’s. Law finally glances down at his hand, the glass cup in his hand now pattered with spider-webbing cracks. Law’s ears burn in embarrassment as Chopper hurries over with a small garbage can, holding it out to him. Luffy laughs, “Traffy, are you okay?”

As Law disposes of the broken cup, his eyes meet yours and you tilt your head questioningly, eyebrows knit in a curious concern. Law shakes his head subtly, trying to tell you that he’s fine and you nod back slowly, clearly unconvinced. He tells everyone, “I’m fine,” and they seem to lose interest in the matter quickly, returning to whatever activities they were doing before. 

Day turns into night swiftly, and after dinner, Luffy invites the Heart Pirates to spend the night on the Sunny. Law would have preferred to retreat into the comforting steel of the Polar Tang with you and the rest of his crew, but it took one puppy-dog-eyed look from you and Bepo to have him begrudgingly agree. 

In a guest room on the ship, Law can’t sleep. He tosses and turns before sitting up. He runs a hand down his face with a groan, sliding out of bed. He decides to go up to the deck to stand in the cool night air, but when he goes to push the door open, he hears voices. There’s one he would recognize anywhere — yours — and one, he soon realizes with a sinking stomach, is Sanji’s. Quietly, carefully, he nudges the door open, leaning against the frame. When he peers out, he can see your figures silhouetted in the moonlight and the burning orange tip of Sanji’s cigarette. Your body faces outward towards the ocean, forearms braced against the railing of the ship, while Sanji leans back against the rail. 

You two are close together, and even though Law can’t exactly make out what Sanji’s saying to you, he can tell that it’s not the cook’s usual over-the-top display. There’s something personal to your interaction and Law even feels like he’s intruding on something too private for a third party’s observation. His chest tightens when he hears you laugh, and somehow it hurts even more than when you did earlier. It’s something about the clear intimacy that makes him ache, that drives the knife deeper into his skin. 

Law lets the door swing closed, leaning against the wall beside it with his arms crossed. He’s rooted to the floor, heart thudding against his ribcage. He doesn’t know how long he’s remained there, but the door opening beside him makes him startle. Sanji steps through, alone, and he also jumps a little when he sees Law. He asks, “How long have you been here?”

Law doesn’t answer at first, but he says, “I don’t know.”

“Why’re you even up?”

“I could ask the same thing about you.”

“I couldn’t sleep.”

“Me neither.”

There’s a silence and Law’s eyes drift to the door. “Why did you just leave her out there by herself?”

Sanji scowls. “So you were eavesdropping?”

“It’s not eavesdropping because I didn’t hear anything,” Law replies firmly. “Why did you just leave her out there?”

“Because she wanted to stay outside a bit longer, not that it’s any of your business.”

“I’m her captain.”

“So? What does that have to do with this?”

Law’s quiet again. He lets out a long, tired exhale through his nose. Sanji’s hitting too close to home, and Law doesn’t know how to deflect to end the conversation and escape the cook’s scrutinizing gaze. Instead, Law turns on his heel to leave. Before he does, he says, “If you’re not serious, don’t play with her feelings.”

Sanji’s scowl deepens, offended. “I would never play with any woman’s feelings.” Another pause, and he adds, softer, “And she’s special.” 

Then, Sanji pins Law with a look that conveys everything left unsaid. “I’m sure you know that better than anyone.” 

⟢ roronoa zoro & sabo

Zoro thought it was bad enough with Sanji but, as he watches you and Sabo, he thinks it’s even worse. He doesn’t mind Sabo as a person — he respects him, likes him, even — but the two of you together send an unpleasant feeling surging through him. Sabo’s different than Sanji and somehow, it makes things even harder because Sabo’s attention is seemingly more genuine and personal. It’s not lusty or dramatic, and it’s certainly not scattered between any woman within a five mile range. He focuses on you, finds you in a crowd, and asks for your advice all the time: “Would you mind taking a look at this memo I wrote?” “Is this location the most optimal to cut-off weapons supplies for the Marines?” “Do you think we should attack from the east or the west?”

It’s driving Zoro nuts. Ever since Luffy and Robin volunteered the crew to help with some Revolutionary Army activities, you and Sabo have been attached at the hip. It’s like you two have known each other forever, at least that’s what Nami and Robin keep saying. The more he sees the two of you together, the more he sees what they see and he’s not sure he likes it. Zoro keeps trying to swallow it down, the sour taste in his mouth that blooms when he sees Sabo rest a lingering hand on your shoulder or when you give Sabo that playful, sidelong glance that you would give him as well. 

Zoro makes his way to combat training, where experienced members of the Revolutionary Army as well as the crew helped new members with their fighting skills. He’s thankful when he sees the spot next to you, occupied by Sabo lately, open for him to slot into you. You give him a sweet smile but say nothing since Sabo and Koala are giving their speeches about the importance of all kinds of combat experience in the revolutionary effort. They announce the practice of close combat today, and Sabo turns towards you crew and says, “It could be helpful to have someone demonstrate this kind of sparring with me. Any of you want to step up?”

Before Luffy or Sanji or any of the other crew members could pipe up, Zoro moves forward. “I’ll do it.” He pointedly ignores Nami and Robin’s meaningful looks as he strolls to stand in front of Sabo. 

Sabo lays out the rules: no weapons, no Devil Fruits, and the demonstration will last no longer than five minutes. Other than that, everything is fair game. Koala blows a whistle and the demonstration begins. 

Zoro and Sabo are a whir of green and blue, each punch and kick landing with resounding thuds. Revolutionary Army members and the Straw Hats cheer loudly as they watch on. Zoro doesn’t want to admit that he’s a little taken aback by Sabo’s strength, how he’s able to keep up, but he should have expected it from the Chief of Staff of the Revolutionary Army. It makes him all the more motivated to push himself harder. 

Zoro and Sabo clash one more time, fists meeting skin before Koala blows the whistle again, signalling the end of five minutes. There’s a speechless awe from the new recruits while the rest of the Revolutionary Army and the Straw Hats whoop and holler. Zoro breathes deeply and tries to suppress wince at his rapidly bruising ribs. Across from him, he sees Sabo roll his shoulder and grimace. One of the Army medics rushes over to inspect him as trainees and experienced members pair off for the session, while you and Chopper make your way to Zoro. 

Chopper huffs, “You went too hard for practice!” He’s already pulling a cold pack from his backpack as he orders Zoro to sit. He tells you to hold it against Zoro’s side so he could pull out more medical equipment.

“I’m fine,” Zoro grumbles but he sits anyway, and you kneel beside him, doing as Chopper instructed. He jumps as the cold material comes in contact with his shirt, seeping into his skin. You mutter a soft apology but keep it there. 

“Nice job,” you say with a grin. “It’s always cool seeing you fight.”

Zoro wishes his chest didn’t swell with pride when you said it but he can’t contain the smirk that breaks out. “Yeah? You’re watching me?”

“Ugh, don’t get a big head.” 

Zoro just shoots you another cocky grin, which makes you smack him gently upside the head. All it does is make him snicker and you roll your eyes, but Zoro basks in the attention he’d never admit he craved from you these past few weeks.

“luffy!” you scolded after he put you down, gently this time, and shoved him playfully on the shoulder.

“shishishi, sorry!” he replied, grabbing your hand and interlinking it with his.

“so, what should we do?” you asked, swinging your arms together as you walked side by side.

“i want to look for beetles, actually!” he replied cheerfully.

“b-beetles?” you sputtered.

“yup! i want to start collecting beetles again, now that i have you, maybe you could help me, and we could play beetle fights like me and my brothers used to do as kids!”

you were at a loss for words for a few seconds. it was heartwarming that luffy’s letting you in something that he genuinely likes and enjoys and also something that he shares with his beloved brothers.

“of course, baby,” you smiled, squeezing his hand gently. “we can find as many beetles as you like.”

he looked at you in surprise at the pet name, face splitting into a wide grin. “let’s go then!”

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“soooo..” luffy drawled, removing his hat to place it on your head. “can i kiss you in front of the others?”

“what?!” you shrieked, pulling his hat down and looking around for passersby. luffy just laughed at your reaction.

“well, they know that we’re dating now,” he said, tipping his head back to look at the sky and you can’t help but stare at his side profile and the way his black hair danced around with the breeze. “and they’re okay—”

“they freaked out the entire night, lu.”

“they got over it already!” he laughed, stretching his arm to loop around your body and pull you very closely to him. “i wanna be able to do these things even when they’re around, y’know?”

you just clicked your tongue in reply, you could feel the heat rushing onto your cheeks at his action.

“please..?” he urged, and really, you couldn’t refuse your boyfriend, not with that puppy eyes of his, and his cute, flushed cheeks, and the pout—of course—even if you tried.

“ugh! fine, okay, but not too much, alright? they might start getting grossed out of us.” you relented, resting your face on his shoulder and placing a kiss on his neck, the smile on his face is contagious.

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“WAHOOOO!!!” luffy, usopp and chopper’s screams echoed across the whole deck as luffy tested out franky’s new slide that seems more like a threat rather than entertainment.

“honestly, y/n... luffy?” nami teased, looking at you after watching luffy slam against the hardwood floors with a loud plop!

“oh, nami! he’s just silly,” you replied as you watched him stretch his arms up until they reached both sides of the slide and literally plummeted upwards, taking the whole thing with him. “ooh! my god! just really, really silly.” you followed with a wince, you were standing now, peering from your beach parasol as the guys helped him and the slide stand up again.

“luffy! do you have concussion?! why’d you do that?!” you barked as you marched to where he was. he’s just laughing while franky was inspecting the slide beside him.

“he might actually have a concussion..” robin murmured from behind you.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry!” he told you but he’s still giggling so you just glared at him. he noticed your expression and wiped his mouth to hide the smile, then pulled you snug to his chest. “okay, i’m sorry, i’ll try not to—”

“haul yourself up with a big metal slide?! what if you fell into the sea and drowned?” you continued scolding him, wiggling out of his grasp as you peep the crew’s teasing looks and smiles from your peripheral view.

luffy just sighed and shrugged, “you’ll save me, right?”

you shot him with a deadpan look, “lu, you know i’m not a good swimmer!”

“well, it’s the thought that counts!”

“ohhh, you’re so!”

he just giggled, then he removed his hat to cover his and your face before pressing a hard kiss to your lips. the crew erupted with the loudest ooohs and ahhhs while you stood frozen in shock after he pulled away, placing his hat back with the loudest cackle at your expression.

“soooo cute!”

“suuuuuper adorable! i didn’t know you had it in you, luffy!”

“how lovely.”

you were blushing profusely now, hitting luffy playfully on the chest, but one look at his grinning face had you fisting his shirt and pulling him closer to grab another kiss.

the crew erupted into howls.

𖣓 ZORO

you quietly entered the crow’s nest, lips curling into a smile when you saw him doing push-ups. “hey,”

he grunted as a reply, and then stilled for a second like he had some realization. “hello,”

you let out a giggle, “tryna be more communicative? how cute.”

he glared at you but there was no malice behind it, he took one last lap before standing up. “you wanna train?”

“nope, i wanna spend time with my boyfriend.” you replied with a big smile that stretched even bigger as you watched his cheeks turn into a shade of crimson.

he shook his head in embarrassment and took a seat at the bench, reaching an arm out for you. “c’mere,”

you wasted no time and took your place beside him. “i got bored at the library,”

“oh, i’m your second option?”

“nope!” you replied with a pop, “i miss you ‘s all.”

he laughed a little at that, leaning back and taking a good look at you before tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“so, what do you wanna do?” you asked, tilting your head away a bit in an attempt to hide the smile you couldn’t fight from breaking out.

“i don’t know, you tell me.” he replied with a shrug, eyes not leaving your figure because he knows it flusters you.

“stop looking at me like that!” you said, moving just an inch away from him.

“like what?” he replied, voice laced with pretentiousness like he doesn’t have a small smirk on his lips. he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer. “like what?” he repeated in a whisper right to your ear.

“like you wanna, i dunno, havesexwithme?” you mumbled fast, immediately regretting your choice of words and letting out a nervous giggle.

“and what if i wanna have sex with you? we’re a couple now, right?” he answers, mouth still hovering over your ear, and you could feel the hairs on your neck rising just a bit.

“zoro!”

“what?” he laughed, tipping his head back. “i’m teasing, but i do, wanna have sex with you, sometime.. when you’re ready.” he followed, then pressed a kiss to your temple before standing up and grabbing a dumbbell nearby.

“seriously?” you uttered, watching in disbelief as he started exercising again.

“right, baby, can you count f’me.”

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“zoro, if you’re gonna come with me then you better walk right beside me, okay?” you pleaded as you folded the map nami handed you.

“how many times are you gonna keep reminding me?” he replied with an extremely bored tone, but really he’s fighting the urge to touch your cheek right now. maybe later when you two are out of the crew’s sight.

“as much as i have to until your brain can actually retain it,” you replied, slapping the map against his head lightly.

“this how you talk to the same man you kiss that mouth with?” he said, catching your arm and pulling you along with him as he started walking forward.

“wh—why would you say that?!” you sputtered out, looking behind to check if anybody’s heard it besides you.

“come on, better start hitting those important supplies before you start hauling your ass inside clothing stores,” he said.

“or before you start hauling your ass inside another sword shop!” you grit your teeth, trying to remove your arm from his hold but to no avail.

“i won’t get lost,” he said, grip becoming gentler as you two established an appropriate distance from the ship enough for him to hold your hand, albeit quite awkwardly. “‘cus i’m with you,”

“i don’t stray away from you.” he followed, a little quieter now. you whip your head so fast to look at him, he looked back at you with a raised eyebrow before using his other hand to flick your forehead.

“ugh, seriously, why can’t you be normal after being sweet?!”

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your footsteps quietly padded across the stairs, one hand rubbing an eye and the other covering your yawning mouth.

you looked around the deck in a sleepy haze, trying to find a comfortable place to snuggle into.

“what are you doing?”

you jump in surprise, hand flying to clutch your chest. your boyfriend has snuck behind you and is sporting the meanest deadpan look.

“zorooooooo,” you whined as you fell into his chest and wrapped your arms around his torso. “i can’t sleep.”

“what were you planning to do out here?” he grumbled, awkwardly patting your head with one arm as he used the other to hold your body tight.

“where did you come from? crow’s nest?”

“uh huh, now answer my question.”

“eugh, i dunno, i’ve been tossing and turning for the past twenty minutes, i didn’t wanna bother nami and robin or worse, wake them up.” you replied, voice mumbled by his wide chest.

“so you were just planning to stay here outside?” he asked, grabbing both sides of your face to raise your head.

“i was gonna fetch you eventually, i just uhm.. wanted to lay first.” you replied.

he stared at you for a while, then squeezed both of your cheeks together and had the gall to cackle at your duck face.

“how ‘bout i take you back to my bed with me? i was just about to go there and get franky to take over for watch duty.” he said, moving his hands to rest on both sides of your neck.

“can we even fit in your bed? or is it a hammock.. but it can’t be a hammock if it’s wooden though, right?” you sleepily mumbled.

he just sighed before carrying you bridal style to his dorm.

𖣓 SANJI

“good morning, y/n-chan, my love!!!” you were greeted by sanji immediately upon opening the door to the girls’ shared cabin. his face was plastered with the biggest smile and one of his arms were outstretched, a bouquet of flowers on its end.

“sanji, good morning,” you replied, although not as lively considering it was still early in the morning. “were you just.. waiting for me here?” you took the flowers with a smile and brought them up to your nose for a whiff.

“oh, i asked robin-san if you were up yet and she said you’re fixing up in the bathroom already, so..” he shyly replied. “breakfast? i cooked only the best for you, my love!”

“okay, dear, how about you? have you eaten anything yet?” you asked, smelling the flowers more intensely. they were very lovely, you were gonna ask him where the heck he got them but you abruptly stopped when you realized how silent it had been.

“sanji...?” you asked when you noticed his footsteps aren’t following yours, you looked back to see him frozen in place, cigar falling out of his mouth and etching a burn hole to the wooden floors, eyes puppy wide.

it took him a few more seconds before breaking out of the trance and just crumbling, “y/n-channnnnn!” he took your hands in his and moved his face closer to yours. “did you just call me dear?”

“did i? i didn’t notice,” you sheepishly replied, it was the truth.

“oh, my heart! my sweetheart unknowingly calling me a pet name... it’s true love! it has to be!” he put your hands down but didn’t let go. “oh, y/n-chan, my day just got much better already!”

“sanji, dear, you are crushing the flowers..”

“ohhhhhhhh!!!”

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“are you sure you want to do this, my love?” sanji asked, biting his bottom lip worriedly as you picked from his assortment of knives.

“yup!” you answered cheerfully, playing a silent eenie-meenie game in your head.

“you don’t have to do this, y/n-chan, in fact, you don’t have to do anything but sit pretty as long as i’m here...” he continued on, placing his hands on your shoulders and pressing a kiss at the crown of your head.

“sanji, don’t be dramatic,” you giggled. “i just wanna help you cut ingredients.”

“but you don’t have to, my dear! of course, i appreciate the effort, y/n-chan, it warms my heart that you’re even offering to do this—”

“shush,” you cut him off. “i watch you all the time, well now, i wanna help you. can’t i do that? help my boyfriend?”

“ohhh, y/n-chan!!!” his hands moved to wrap around your waist, and then rubbed his cheek against your head like a cat. “of course, you can do that, my love! i’ll teach you, alright? and then you can be my sous-chef, my lovely, lovely y/n!”

“alright, alright,” you said with a laugh. “careful, baby, there are knives just in front of us.”

“oh! i think i might just die!”

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“sanji! stop pacing the deck like some madman!” nami barked before sipping on her iced tea, shaking her head in disbelief as the blond-haired chef continued walking back and forth.

“ahh, sanji, if you were so worried about her, you shoulda accompanied her instead.” usopp said.

“i know, i know, but i can’t just dismiss chopper, he wanted to go!” sanji replied, biting the top of his shirt.

“and i’m sure he’s doing a good job, and that they’re both fine.” robin said from behind her book.

“man, just calm down—”

“we’re backkkk!” chopper’s tiny voice emerged and sanji almost jumped so high in relief. “sanji! i brought y/n back safely with me!”

“chopper!” sanji squealed in delight before standing upright and saluting. “good job, sir!”

“seriously...” you shook your head in disbelief but you couldn’t contain your laugh.

“oh, my loveee, let me take those out of your hands!” he’s immediately at your side and fussing on you, you gripped his face in one hand and shook it affectionately.

“i’m fine, it was a quick errand run.”

“oh, y/n-chan, every minute that i don’t spend with you is like having a shard of glass pierce my heart, one by one,” he proclaimed.

“oh, here he go.”

“luffy, pass me that can, i’m gonna throw it at his head.”

“has anybody seen the projector den den mushi please?”

“as soon as you left, i started counting down the seconds until you’re back in my arms again.” he continued, chest heaving and a hand coming up to rest on his forehead like he’s in distress.

“here you go, nami, play that obnoxiously loud movie about trains.”

“oh, i like that one!”

“sanji, i love you, but shut up right now.”

𖣓 SHANKS

“shanks.. you know, i do love being your girlfriend, really.. but well, i’m scared to tell the others.” you mumble, looking down at the bubbly surface of the water. you and shanks are taking a bath together—well, you were, honestly, you should be done already but he’s refusing to get out of the tub.

“why’re you scared, doll?” he replied in the middle of nibbling on every skin he can access, even with soap.

“uh, duh! i’m fairly new here...” you replied.

“baby,” shanks paused to laugh. “you’ve been here for four years.”

“well, that’s new! compared to your senior officers, it’s baby shit.” you answer.

“obviously, they’ve been here first. come on, darling, there are a lot of recruits much newer than you are, don’t shy out of your four years, that’s a long time.” he mumbles against your skin, sucking on your neck that’s guaranteed to leave hickeys for later.

“you aren’t sleeping with them, shanks.”

“well, of course, i have you,” he replied, making you grab a handful of soapy water and tossing it backwards to his face.

“ow!”

“i’m serious, i’m scared, i’m younger than you, i haven’t been here as long as your officers, i’m a girl, i’m literally just hongo’s assistant nurse—and now we have to tell them we’re dating!” you sputter out. “i mean, me? dating you? it’s got a shock factor to it, and i wanna break it.. gently.”

“ok first of all, you’re not just hongo’s assistant nurse, you do a lot more ‘round here other than just helping him stir concoctions. you take care of everybody, you help cook—you’re a nurse!—you show up, and you always look out for us, for me.” he replied, holding your chin in his hand to make you look up at him. “and the shock factor is mostly due to a young, beautiful, perfect woman like you dating me. i mean, i’m almost 40, sweets, with one limb?”

“you’re a famous yonko, shanks, for a reason! notorius! don’t even start with me.” you rolled your eyes.

shanks rested his chin on top of your head, “you have nothing to worry about, y/n. if i like you, then what reason do they have not to? and they already like you, a lot. those guys, they’re very supportive, and they see how much you care for me, see just how much you dote on me,” he teased, “and i’m sure they’re aware of how much i care about you as well, yeah?” he placed a kiss on your head, and then to your temple. “i love you, and i’m telling you right now, there’s nothing to worry about.”

you nibbled on your lip, pondering, until you felt his arm slowly making its way to the valley of your breasts. you shot him a look, “shanks.”

“what?” he replied with faux innocence.

“i...” you sighed, “i just wanna take it slow, okay?” you said, fluttering your eyes at him.

“i’m more of a fast-paced guy, darling, you know that, but sure, if that’s what you want,” he smiled at you before continuing his assault on every crevice of your skin. nibbling, sucking, licking. “i can do slow, wan’ me to show you right now?”

“seriously!” you spritz him with a fistful of water but then he suddenly squeezed one of your boobs making you yelp in surprise.

“do that one more time, baby, you’ll be begging for slow.”

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“morning, everyone!” you greeted as soon as you reached the deck, taking a seat near shanks but not as close as you’d be behind closed doors.

you saw him about to reach his arm out to grab you but you glared at him, he just widened his eyes at you in defiance but retracted his hand.

benn noticed it and raised an eyebrow but said nothing. he locked eyes with yasopp, who, on the other hand, had the nastiest smirk on his face.

“so, cap, you and y/n hit off the town yet?” he asked, suddenly. benn looked at him as if urging him to drop it but he pretended not to see him.

“what town?” shanks replied, intrigued.

“y’know...” yasopp said, leaning back on his chair and glancing around to look at the others before continuing. “pound town.”

some of the senior officers are huddled around and they all exploded into fists of giggles at yasopp’s remark.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you mumbled, looking away in embarrassment.

“he knows what i’m talking about. he’s always looking at you in this incredibly sticky way, you know what i mean? like he wants to eat your face off right in front of everybody.”

shanks grabbed a nearby fruit and threw it at yasopp, who catches it with ease. “shut up, yasopp.”

“that’s not true! we’re just.. close!” you said in defense.

“sure, yeah, we all believe that.” gab said with a smile.

thankfully, they all moved on after that. talking amongst themselves while you continued to dissect an orange to try and calm yourself down.

of course, it doesn’t really help when you can feel shanks’ heavy gaze on you. you bit your lip before sneaking a glance at the others, and when you were sure they’re all occupied, you looked back at shanks with a raised brow.

what? you mouthed.

come here. he mouthed back.

you took a look at the others again before slowly, very slowly and quietly, moving your chair backwards and nearer him. just a little, though, so you don’t give yourself away.

“what have you done to the poor orange?” he laughed as he took the fruit from your hands.

“i dunno,” you replied sheepishly, crossing your legs together and sneaking glances at the other guys. he tossed it into the air and caught it just as quick, playing with it like a ball.

“you alright?” he asked in a small voice, pausing his fetch to run his fingers across your face for a bit.

you smile at him, “yeah,” you replied in a whisper.

“okay,” he whispered back, not removing his eyes on you.

“jeez, you two, are you gonna start rutting into each other like a pair of in heat bunnies now?” hongo suddenly appeared from behind, catching the other guys’ attention and turning it onto both of you again. they all cackled loudly when they registered what he had said, and you grabbed the orange from shanks to throw it in his face.

“yeah, boss, can i get my panna cotta first?” lucky roux interjected, grabbing the plate of dessert from the small table in the middle and making kissy faces on it.

“i’ll kill all of you,” you muttered with a deadly glare, but you were sure your cheeks were blushing a vibrant shade of red by then.

“i mean, honestly, did you think you could eye-fuck each other all the time and not think that maybe we’ve caught up on it?” limejuice asked with a sly smirk.

“oh, i’m not hiding it, lime, matter of fact i want everyone to see so nobody tries making a move on her.” shanks replies breezily, slumping on his chair and resting his hand on your head.

“shanks!” you scolded as the guys erupted in laughter.

“when were you planning on telling us, huh?” benn asked.

“whenever she wanted to.” shanks answered, ruffling your hair.

“ugh! whatever! fine, we’re dating!”

they all cheered even louder, suddenly pulling out berries from their pockets and exchanging them with each other.

“ya owe me one, snake, i told ya, i could just feel it in my bones.”

“damn, y/n, i thought you were strong enough to resist the cap’n..”

“are you serious right now?!”

shanks wrapped his hand on your neck and gently pulled your face towards him, “see? you got scared over nothin’.” he said, eyes locking directly onto yours, his breath fanning your face.

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shanks couldn’t stop the smile from forming as he watched you gulping down shots with lucky roux from another table. he tried hiding it behind his hand at first but it’s hard to contain because he just really, really loved seeing you.

“—and then, we’ll drop by this island first before—captain, are you even listening?” limejuice asked with a frown, following his line of sight and raising his hands in defeat as he realized why the red-haired captain was out of focus. “whatever, boss, we’ll talk again later.”

“careful, boss, they might melt into a puddle if you keep staring like that.” yasopp teased from his side.

“or some stranger here might start thinking the captain has a crush on them because he’s grinning like a teenage lovesick fool.” hongo muttered from behind.

“ah, can’t a man just be happy over his own girlfriend?” shanks answered with a laugh, catching your attention. you looked back and met his eyes, mirroring the grin on his lips.

“catch ya later, roux roux!” you chugged down one last shot before making your way towards your boyfriend. yasopp made a dramatic exit of bowing to offer you his seat beside shanks making you roll your eyes playfully.

“what’s up?” you asked, smiling at shanks and then to your crewmates gathered around him.

“oh, nothing, it just seems that he’s so occupied by you he can’t even think,” bonk punch answered, raising his eyebrows up and down to tease.

“what nonsense! what’d you do now?” you laughed before narrowing your eyes at shanks.

“nothing, they’re just jealous and booing me, babe.” shanks answered with a shake of his head, laughing and grabbing one of your hands to fiddle with.

“oh, nuffin’, just booing me, baby! do sum’n about it!” yasopp mocked playfully, wiggling in his chair, and the others quickly joined him to jest.

“yeah, babe, they’re being mean to meee!” lucky appeared from behind him, drumming on his stomach. you all erupted into laughter but shanks just brought your hand to his mouth to press a gentle kiss.

“you’re on dishwashing duty tonight, yasopp. captain’s orders.”

“unfair! friends can’t tease each other now?” he exclaimed.

“not right now,” shanks replied with a smile, standing up and gently ushering you to the side. “gonna have some quality time with my beauty now, gentlemen.”

he wrapped his arm around you and led you outside the pub, the crew’s chanting and jeering following behind you like moths all the way to the doors.

“what would you say about going back to the ship and expelling some of this energy?” he whispered to your ear, and you can literally feel the outline of his smirk, the vision of it clear as day in your head.

“what energy? i’m just happy right now. how about shopping?” you answered in faux-naïf.

“i’m happy too, baby, i swear,” he replied, “but also, i think i’m getting really horny.” he whispered in your ear again and you just nudged his chest with your elbow.

a/n: omg!!! well, this was long, i hope it can make up for my inactivity :') i was rly hoping to follow my first post just after a few days but alas, my brain isn’t cooperative when i need it to be. but i do have a handful of stuff cooking in my drafts!!! i’ll try to post them soon hihi

and first post hit 1k notes yayyy thank u so much :]] hope u like this and lmk ur thoughts <3

The Thousand Sunny had docked at a small island, being thoroughly examined by Usopp through the crow's nest to determine that there was no marines or monsters hidden beyond the shoreline before they got changed and dropped the gangplank to spread out on the sand.

You had chosen a more secluded spot, more away from everyone. While you did love the crew, sometimes you just wanted time to yourself away from all the antics. Still, you had brought sunscreen with you to protect yourself from the harsh sun radiating above your head in the cloudless sky, lest you wanted Chopper to scold you while crying about damaging your skin… or something along those lines.

The little getaway you had planned was not lonely for long as your captain, who seemed to have a radar for anything that had to do with you, found you. He lets out a happy noise, tearing through the sand to get to you. You huffed, looking up at him as he slowed to a stop right in front of you, his bare chest heaving in excitement. At least he was considerate enough to not get sand all over you.

"There you are!" He cheered, his thumb pointing back to where the rest of the crew was, already partially turned like he was going to run again, "I was lookin' for ya! Usopp and Chopper and Franky are buildin' sandcastles! Come see!"

You sighed, looking past him where he was pointing to before your gaze fell back on him, shaking your head, "I wanted to be alone for a bit," You had explained briefly, which caused a worried little frown to adorn his face. He crouched down in front of you, tilting his head confusedly.

"How come?" He whined, leaning forwards a bit, "It's borin' without you!"

"Just wanted some alone time."

He huffed, partially offended by your declaration. You decide to appease to him before he threw a tantrum, "You can stay with me. I need help with my sunscreen anyway," You shrugged, laying down on your belly on the towel you had brought. You reach behind you, untying the bikini strap to give him full access, "Can't reach."

Any complaint he had died down as he stared at your bare back, "O-Oh. Okay," He mumbles quietly, grabbing the bottle of sunscreen. He made a face at it, not really liking the feel of the slightly slippery bottle as he shifted it from hand to hand. He makes a sound, thinking about how he could do this.

He could be a normal person and just stay kneeling beside you, lather your back up with the cream, and move on with his day. But he wasn't normal.

You inhale in slight shock as he straddled your thighs, seated right behind your ass. He admires you beneath him for a moment, humming in satisfaction before he turns the bottle upside-down, his tongue poking out in concentration as he squirts a massive glob of sunscreen right onto your back. You jerk beneath him at the feeling.

"Not that much, you bastard!"

"Eep-!"

You could only sigh as he giggled an apology, tossing the bottle aside as he leaned forwards, his big hands splayed on your back as he slowly rubs the cream in. You shudder as the cool sunscreen spreads along your back, trying to ignore the fact that his crotch was pressed right up against you.

Luffy huffed, though it seemed to trail into a groan as you shuddered beneath him, "Don't move,' He grits out, his voice a bit lower than usual. You huffed at his audacity to be bossy right now, but your bratty retort fell short when you could feel his dick starting to harden against you, his breathing changing as he feels hot and heavy on top of you, his hands slowing down their motions as he squeezes his eyes shut. He gave one experimental grind, nearly collapsing on top of you as he did, panting as he waits for your reaction.

"You… You can continue," You mutter in embarrassment, clutching the towel beneath you. You weren't complaining, but you should have known that asking him for help in a secluded area would lead to this.

"Fuuuuck… M'sorry, hehe. Y're jus' sooo pretty," He giggles breathlessly, his hips slowly starting to buck against your ass, grinding his clothed, rigid length along your curves, "Can't help m'self when y're around…" His head tilted back with a groan, sucking his bottom lip through his teeth as his hips repeatedly press into yours.

You moan softly while he pleasures himself, even if you aren't really getting any stimulation from it, it was still incredibly hot to hear him panting and groaning behind you with each slow thrust of his hips, feeling him twitch and shudder each time the head of his cock catches just right from inside of his swim trunks. He shifts on his knees, grunting in annoyance as he tries to find the right angle that was most pleasurable to him.

He finds it after a few seconds, the tent of his shorts settling between your ass, more towards your lower back than anything as he resumes humping you. He grunts with a particularly rough thrust, gasping when it shifts his trunks down and over his cock, freeing it from where it was contained. He blinks a few times, staring down at his twitching cock as it rested against the small of your back, leaking precum onto the sunscreen he just applied in desperate spurts.

"Luffy..?" You question curiously, though he just huffs as his hands settle on your ribcage, gripping tightly but not enough to hurt. You hear him whine, mixed with a small growl, behind you as he puts more force into his thrusts, moaning loudly and shamelessly as his cock slides against the slick sunscreen on your back, not caring if it wasn't good to have the solution on his throbbing length.

"S'good! Damn!" He whines, his hips never faltering as he uses your lower back for his pleasure, chasing an elusive high, so close yet so far from his crew that was having fun just beyond a shallow tree line that gave you just a small bit of privacy from them. That didn't matter to him right now, all that mattered was you and the feeling that was shooting through his spine each time his cock slid against you. His arousal grew hotter with each slick sound, the sunscreen mixing with the precum leaking copiously from his tip. He was having way more fun, he bet.

In all reality it was kind of gross to you, but it doesn't mean you were repulsed by it. The feeling of his sunscreen getting mixed with his precum was making a sticky mess on your back, and you squirm at the cooling feeling. He grumbles, holding you down tighter as he glides his cock through the mess. "Don't- haaah- don't move," He tells you, his thighs trembling in pleasure. You barely liked sunscreen on your skin, so you can imagine that- once the heat in his body died down- he was likely going to complain about it on his cock.

He was desperate now, rapidly chasing his pleasure as he grunts and groans, one hand letting go of your side briefly to wipe away the drool leaking from his mouth before returning to your side. Really, at this rate what was one more body fluid coating your back. Your sweat, his sweat, his precum… It all blended into one and made a slick mess for him to grind his cock through. He loved it, he loved you.

"Gonna- ngghhh- haha!" He laughs breathlessly, his cock twitching needily against your back, "G'na cum! C-Can't… Ohhh god!" He whines, his hips picking up speed as he ruts against your back with wild abandon, panting as sweat drips from his hair from the exertion. His hands tighten, holding you as still as possible as his cock slams against your back in two more hard thrusts before he stills. His eyes rolled back with a long groan, his cock spurting thick lines of cum along your back, mixing with the sunscreen.

He pants as he comes down from his high, his grip easing as he just sits on top of you with his twitching cock resting against your spine. He blinks blearily, staring at the mess he made along your back as he leans down. His tongue pokes out, only getting a drop of his spend in his mouth before he recoiled, "Blegh! Why'd they make it smell like bananas if it doesn't taste like it!?"

You sigh in exasperation beneath him, "Shut up and clean me already," You complain, feeling the mess on your back beginning to dry. He grumbles petulantly, something about liking his work, before his arm stretches out and through the tree lines. An indignant "Oi!" echoes in the air, likely from Zoro, as Luffy blindly grabbed a towel and brought it back.

With an overly dramatic sigh, he wipes down his cock before cleaning your back, tossing the messy fabric to the side once he deemed you clean enough. Though, he still didn't move.

You blink, "You… can move now."

A thoughtful hum escaped him, "hhrrmm… But I wiped your sunscreen off! Y'need more now.." he mumbles, and you can feel his cock twitch against your back again.

"GET OFF!"

“Hmm~ But I’m your brat.”

His thumb traces your cheekbone, impossibly gentle, “In my defense, you make it really hard to hold back when you beg like that.”

You try to swat at him, but your arm just... flops. Pathetically.

He grins, “Cute.”

"Sh'up."

“Make me.” He leans down, pressing a feather light kiss to your sweaty forehead, “Actually, don't. You can barely move. It wouldn't be a fair fight.” Another kiss, this one to the tip of your nose. “Don't move a muscle, not one. Doctor Valko’s orders.”

“You're not- not a doctor-”

“Hmph, well i’m your personal one tonight.”

He vanishes into the bathroom -click of the light, hiss of running water- before returning with a warm washcloth draped over his shoulder and a glass of water in hand.

“Drink first.” He tips the glass to your lips, patient, waiting while you take small sips.The first swipe of the warm cloth across your cheek is heaven. He works with focused gentleness that steals your absolute breath away- wiping the mascara threatening to stain your cheeks, the pearly streaks from your belly, the slick mess from your inner thighs. 

But his movements are almost too careful now. Like you're made of glass. Like he's terrified of breaking you further.

The cloth moves higher, and his expression shifts again- guilt flickering through the warmth as he reaches your collar. The bite mark there has dried, crusted with blood, the perfect imprint of his teeth purpling against your skin.

“Shit.” He winces, dabbing carefully at the wound. “I really did a number on you here, huh?”

“I liked it, felt good~” you mumble.

“Yeah?” A hint of that playful smirk returns. “Liked getting marked up by your big bad wolf?”

Then his gaze falls on something in the corner of the bed, “Oh, perfect.” a silly gift he'd given you months ago that had somehow become a permanent fixture in your shared space. The little stuffed wolf has button eyes and an embroidered smile, and it's quite possibly the most ridiculous thing he's ever purchased.

He loves it. (He loves that you love it.)

“Look who's here,” he says, voice warm and playful as he makes the stuffed wolf bob and weave in front of your nose. “Mr. Wolfie was very concerned. He heard all that screaming and thought something terrible was happening.”

You snort weakly.

Valko pitches his voice higher, making the plush nod sagely. “‘Are you okay?' Mr. Wolfie asks. ‘That big mean wolf wasn't too rough, was he? Should I bite him?’”

“Oh my god-”

“‘I'll protect you,’” Valko continues, completely shameless, pressing the little grey snout against your cheek in a playful kiss, “‘I'm very brave. Very fierce. Grr.’”

The childish gesture is so at odds with the man who just fucked you senseless- who'd knotted you so deep you'd sobbed- that you can't help but giggle. “Valkooo,” you finally manage, pinching his nose weakly, “I'm okay.”

Then you look up at him, one hand drifting to rest on your belly, “We're all okay. All three of us. I promise.”

His ears perk up at that- both standing tall and alert, swiveling toward you like satellite dishes catching the most important signal in the world. Something in his expression cracks open, the playfulness still there (never fully gone, with him) but bleeding into something rawer underneath. Something that looks like home.

He stretches out beside you, gathering your tired body against his chest and tucking Mr. Wolfie securely in your arms. His face nuzzling into your hair, breathing you in like you're the only air worth having.

“All three of you,” he repeats softly. His palm spreads warm over the swell of your belly, right where his pups are growing. “My little pack”

His lips brush your forehead as his tail wraps around your legs and hips like a living blanket, soft fur warming every inch it touches.

“My pups,” he whispers, quiet and wondering, thumb tracing slow circles over your bump. “My beautiful wife. All mine.”

His chin comes to rest atop your head. The tail curls tighter, cocooning you in red softness,

Safe. Loved. His.

Luffy 

He’s a very famous Twitch streamer; it makes sense, right? He’s funny, a good gamer, hot, oblivious to standard social cues, the usual. 

He has everything he wants, but something is missing. He’s tried dating, but nothing has really come out of it. 

“Why don’t you try getting a sugar baby?” Nami suggests, clearly, as a joke. 

But wait a sec. Yeah, why doesn’t he get a sugar baby? He’s got the money, time, and initiative. What else does it take? 

You met through a dating app that Nami had to help him look for. In your profile picture, you're wearing a low-cut tank top at a café, surrounded by desserts, and your bio mentions that you like dogs, food, and adventures. Also, no perverts, only serious deals. 

Well, he likes the same things, he’s not a pervert, and he’s serious about this. 

To be honest, he doesn’t quite understand what a sugar baby is. In his mind, a girlfriend and a sugar baby are the same thing, just with a cuter name. 

Any kind of debt? He pays. Need a new phone? He pays. Need new clothes? He pays. Don’t need anything? Still, he pays. 

“Lu, I need...” “Here’s my credit card.” 

Loves having you on his channel, sitting on his lap while he plays. People in the comments ask a lot of questions, but he doesn’t answer any of them. He’s just happy that you’re here. 

Shows you the games he likes, even if you are bad at them. He enjoys watching you play. Gifts you the Mangas he’s reading and loves hearing your opinions on them.  

Remember I said he doesn’t understand social cues? Welp. 

Your relationship quickly turns sexual. Luffy doesn’t really know how to keep his hands to himself. “Hey, do you ever touch yourself?” You choke on your salad. 

He loves watching you masturbate. 

Riding him on his gaming chair while he’s playing seems to be his favourite thing to do. 

Him eating you out as soon as you walk into his apartment (you are now one of his favourite meals; always hot and ready). 

You never speak about it, but your little arrangement turns into an actual relationship.  

“Shh, sweets. You need to calm down, they're gonna find out.” He whispered in your ear while you sat down on his lap. 

Luffy was streaming a new popular horror game. He had asked you to join him and you were happy to do it. He just had a small request. 

“Hey, can we do that thing we tried last week?”  

And that’s how you ended up sitting on his lap, dick impaling you and you trying your hardest not to moan every time he moved. 

Luffy laughed with the scare jumps, moved around when reading comments and couldn’t seem to stay put to save his life (or your digital footprint). At some point you began suspecting he was doing it on purpose, the way his hands would run down your thighs, his hips would move against yours, pushing his cock against your spot and how he would leave small kisses on the back of your head. 

“You’ve been awfully quiet, baby. Are you having fun?” He said as his hand went under your skirt, his fingers quick to find your clitoris and toy with it. The camera couldn’t see what he was doing, but your face said everything. 

Zoro 

He owns a bar. Loving sake and getting drunk really pays off, right? (Drink responsibly). 

He’s a hot-headed, cynical, moody asshole, but goddamn if he isn’t so fucking hot. Along with the fact that he’s older and swimming in cash? Sign me the fuck up. 

It should be easy for him to get whoever he pleases, but let’s face reality. This man doesn’t know how to get pussy and he’s not learning anytime soon.  

Nami must be a saint to be helping all these desperate ass men. But now he’s got you and doesn’t have a clue as to what to do. 

Dates? Um, sure, does hanging out at the gym or his bar count? No? Well, shit, what else is he supposed to do? 

Nami said he should give you his credit card, so he did that and called it a day. No questions asked, he’s not really interested in what you are doing with the money. Though he will get a bit excited whenever he sees you wearing something he can recognise the charge for on his card. 

Zoro is a simple yet complicated man. He won’t be an overly affectionate or needy sugar daddy, but he’s always present. He’s also a private man, so he’ll appreciate it if you keep your relationship on the downlow. 

Makes you call him at the end of the day and listens to you ramble about whatever subject is on your mind, though he doesn’t say much. Whenever you show him what you bought on your shopping spree, he makes sure to pay extra attention if it comes to lingerie and jewellery; makes sure you take care of yourself, no injuries untreated or empty bellies on his watch. 

He would never be the first to make a move when it comes to being sexual. Not that it doesn’t cross his mind, but the last thing he wants is to make you uncomfortable.  

But he’s a man, a possessive man, and one of the guys he calls a friend is a whore (ahem, Sanji), so it’s safe to say you end up with your guts rearranged and your thighs burning, core crying on the chef’s kitchen bar. And he feels so damn proud of himself.  

It’s amazing how things can change in just a couple of minutes. One moment, you were sitting in Sanji’s living room, he was praising your beauty and eagerly listening to whatever came out of your mouth, his hands caressing yours and you thinking how nice Zoro’s friends were. And the next moment, as soon as Sanji excused himself to take a call, your back was pressed against the kitchen’s bar and your head hanging off the edge with your sugar daddy’s head in between your legs. 

“Zoro... fuck, Zoro we are going to get caught.” Your lips said something, but your hands pushing him closer to your core said something else. His fingers pushed on your clit while his tongue fucked you, your juices falling on the chef’s floor. He was being sloppy, rough and the slurps he made had you clenching your thighs around his head. 

He groaned against your cunt, “He can watch for all I care. Fucking perv cook messing with what’s mine.” He’s nowhere near done. 

Sanji 

He’s a Michelin chef with multiple restaurants around the world. You know the drill. 

He’s got fame, money, and looks. 

But he can’t get a woman to save his life. Too intense, too desperate, too needy, too much. 

If Luffy (and fucking Zoro) can get himself a sugar baby, why can’t he do the same? (He’ll ask, and practically beg, Nami to help him. If she did it for Luffy, why not for him? Yeah, now he owes her.) 

That’s how you end up with this man. And you really can’t complain. 

Handsome, elegant, obsessed with you and made of money. What else could you ask for? 

You are the first to try his new recipes and techniques; your opinion is really important to him. 

He’s a sucker for you the second he sees you. Will bend over backwards just to keep you happy. Expensive clothes, the finest jewellery, trips to places you’ve never even dreamed of. 

Sanji is not hard to please; your existence keeps him satisfied. But... you know, a girl’s got needs. He may act all high and mighty around his friends, but you know better. You’ve got him on his knees, literally. 

He lives to please you, in and out of the sheets. 

You like head? Good, because he loves giving it. This man could live the rest of his days between your legs and die happy. Day or night, before or after work, in public or private; you can be sure he’ll eat you out and have you crying on his tongue in just a couple of minutes. 

Are you more of a top or a bottom? Don’t worry, he’s a switch. Whether you feel like crying from stimulation or making him beg for more, he’s there to indulge you in all and every single way you can imagine. 

But beware, you might or might not fall in love while getting your guts rearranged, but I can assure you he will fall head over heels for you the second he gets a taste of your sweet body, no doubt. 

Right now, your head could only process two things, how you were stuck in the traffic on the back of Sanji’s car, and how good his cock felt inside you. You lost count of how many times you’ve cum. Is it five or six? His head is on your neck, leaving small hickies and kisses on your skin, making sure to mark you as his. His thrusts are relentless and rough, completely contrary to the sweet words he whispers against your mouth. 

“You are taking me so well, princess.” His hands pushed you up and down his shaft, juices oozing out and covering the leather seats. His tip pushed against all the right places, making tears spill out of your eyes and your skin crawl from the overstimulation. 

Your eyes were at the back of your head, your tongue lolled out of your mouth, his name all came out of you, “Sanji! Oh my god, Sanji! Too much!” 

“Shh, sweetheart, the chauffeur might hear you.” 

Ace 

He’s the CFO at Whitebeard’s company. Truly a nepo baby, but he is sure to earn his position. Which leaves him little to no time for dating, socialising, or existing. But he’s okay with it... right? 

Amazing how Whitebeard is the one who helps him get laid. Truly shameful his old man is getting more pussy than him (it makes him want to puke just thinking about it), also makes him wonder, how does the old man know how to get a sugar baby? Yeah, that’s a question he doesn’t want the answer to. 

He’s a confident man, so he makes you feel secure the first time you meet. He’s not cold or distant whatsoever, but fierce and sure of what he wants and needs. He knows his way with words and makes sure to fluster you every chance he gets.  

Thank God, Mr. Newgate had already warned you about his “sleep attacks” cause having to save a man from choking on a plate of mashed potatoes in the middle of a first date is not your definition of ideal. 

Ace is too hot, too charming and too generous as a sugar daddy. Gold, rare trinkets and gifts that are way too expensive, and way too big flood your apartment in mere weeks. 

Clothes, jewellery, bags, fuck it, even puppies, show at your door with just a call. 

Likes showing you off, so he takes you everywhere he can, and introduces you as ‘his girl’ (man got me on my fucking knees with the bare minimum.) 

He takes you out on creative and adventurous dates, so be prepared for anything. From fucking rock climbing to taking you to the opening of new club. But he’ll slow down if you feel like it’s too much. 

You have him wrapped around your finger; he’ll worship the ground you walk on. It amuses Whitebeard to see his son stay put and be compliant for once in his life. 

Just as his brother, Ace doesn’t really care about the difference between an actual girlfriend and a sugar baby; you are his and he will claim you as such. 

“Such a nice view, isn’t it, baby?” Tits pressed against the window of his office, staring at the starry sky and the bright city. You could barely keep your eyes open, his cock kept bullying your cervix with every thrust, making your legs tremble. 

His hands were holding you up, his nails biting so hard into your skin that they will surely leave marks. His hips slamming against your plush bottom and his balls slapping on your clit again and again. “Fuck, angel you are squeezing me so fucking tight.” His palm smacked your ass, “cum again for me. Fuck, come on, baby.” 

“Daddy!” Your core clenched desperately, the knot on your tummy threatened to snap any second now, and just like that, juices spilt violently out of you, splashing your thighs, his and the floor. 

“Good fucking job, sweetheart!” He moaned behind you. You expected him to slow down, but even if you had just cum, he didn’t plan on stopping.  

Law 

He’s a brilliant surgeon. All his work and effort have paid off, even if it meant sacrificing his youth. He feels fulfilled in every aspect of his work life. 

But what about the rest of his life? 

He’s tired of people asking him why he won’t bring anyone to the charity galas and events, and he’s even more tired of people coming and flirting with him. 

He's tried dating, but he can’t flirt or even follow a conversation. Those are things they don’t teach you at med school. 

One day, while doomscrolling on his phone, he comes across an ad for a sugar baby dating app. He’s quick to dismiss it, thinking that it’s for desperate people. The next day, he signed up. Meets a couple of people, but none of them catch his attention, and he’s really close to giving up. When he comes across your profile. 

Now you are at his side at every event, and he’s content. No one’s bothering him with questions or measly romantic approaches, and he’s got an arm candy. Life is good. 

He sees your relationship as a business transaction; you get what you want, and in return, he doesn’t have to go out and make a fool of himself. Everybody wins. 

He pays debts, buys whatever you want, and more. 

He’s not so present in the beginning because of work, and because he’s still getting the hang of being in this kind of relationship, or any relationship, for that matter. 

Likes to think you were the one to fall first, but it’s a lie; he did. And he fell even harder. 

It was slow and he kept denying himself, but everyone could see through his bullshit. The way he made time for you, cutting down on his work and research hours, answering texts, buying random things that reminded him of you (he’ll claim you asked for them and just forgot about it.) 

He wishes he had confessed his feelings in a different way, but Law is cold, calculating and professional in his field, so it also transfers to his personal life. Yet, at the end of the day, he’s still a man. A man who likes to get his dick wet. 

Visits to the doctor have never been more fulfilling. Law had asked you to meet him at his office so you guys could have lunch together, since the last days he’d been too busy to see you. He was tired and stressed, but the second he saw you it was like all that had melted away. He recognised the clothes you were wearing, a tight, really short dress you’d bought last time you went out, a nice pair of shoes and the very expensive bag he’d given you for your birthday. 

In the blink of an eye, he had you against the bookshelf of his office. His cock reaching deep into your pussy and his lips attached your nipple, his thrusts were unforgiven and lacked rhythm. He felt like a horny teenager all over again. 

“Holy shit, Law.” You tried to keep quiet, not wanting any patients or any other doctors to hear you. But Law was fucking you without a single care. 

It filled you with pride and joy seeing your little puppy so happy and comfortable around you, remembering the time when you just got him. He was in a terrible shape, not taken care of well by his previous owners and fresh wounds covered his body that was already littered with scars - and yet he was trusting and friendly, cautious of course but he still tried to see the positive things in everything. This trait is probably what made you keep him, the way he was so selfless and really wanted to take care of you without expecting anything in return from you but you gave him an endless amount of love these past few months he has been with you. 

By the time you finished your dinner, you noticed something was off, Choso was whimpering slightly and his ears were laid back against his head. "Hey… are you okay? What's wrong?" You asked concerned, feeling his forehead gently and frowning when he was burning up a little. 

"Let's get you to bed early, should I hold you?" You asked caring but he shook his head, moving away from your touch, which you weren't used to. You just figured that he didn't like to be touched when sick or that he didn't want to risk getting you sick as well, so you let him trail off to bed alone before joining him hours later. 

The entire night you kept your distance instead of cuddling up close for warmth and comfort like you two usually do and the way he even whimpered in his sleep made your heart ache. 

Morning came fast despite the rough night both of you had and Choso found himself glued to your side, legs wrapped around yours and his arms clinging to your torso. 

"Please don't leave… stay home today… I need you," he whined but you only cupped his face, a pout appearing on his handsome face as he leaned into your touch. "I can't, baby… I have that important meeting in the morning but I promise I’ll come home right after." you promised, your heart threatening to burst at the crushed expression he wore now but he understood - you probably didn't know what was going on anyways, never having owned a puppy hybrid before so he couldn't blame you and let you get up, wanting to take care of it himself. 

He watched you leave like he did every morning, trying to behave normal and trying to act like he just felt a little sick over night and needed some extra cuddles that day which you gladly provided, even leaving work early just to take care of your beloved puppy. 

This wasn't exactly the case but he didn't have the heart to tell you that he was in a rut, needing to bury himself inside of you and filling you up repeatedly but he could take care of himself… or at least so he thought. His little ears didn't pick up the sound of your keys turning, neither did he hear your worried calls for him. His whimpers of your name almost drowned out the slick sound of his own cum aiding as lube while stroking his achingly hard cock, overly sensitive from all the times he made himself cum already, a small puddle on the floor and some of it dripping off his torso.

Even if his ears were occupied, he should have at least noticed your smell filling his senses but his nose was buried in a pair of your panties that he stole out of the laundry, the scent of your cunt so intense and addicting to him. 

"Choso?" You asked in a soft voice, unsure if you were concerned or shocked by the scene playing out in front of you. Your little puppy perked his head up, the collar jingling with the sudden movement and his cum shooting all over the floor in front of him. He wished he could disappear in that moment, shying away from you but you were able to stop him before he entirely died from embarrassment.

Your palm on his arm made him shudder, a burning sensation spreading through his entire body and the embarrassment was forgotten, big eyes looked up at you

"help… please," he whimpered, dick twitching again already without ever letting him catch a break. 

The mess he made of the floor and himself let you figure that he's been at this for hours, probably since you left in the morning and you felt so bad for him, giving him a warm smile and kneeling down to him. “Are you in a rut?” You asked bold, making him blush further as he nodded affirmatively. 

"I read about that when I educated myself about owning a puppy hybrid… it's okay baby boy, you're my good boy, aren't you?" You asked with a soft voice as your hand traveled from his strong biceps towards his chest, smearing a few pearls of his cum over his pebbled nipples which made him shudder and goosebumps formed over his entire body. 

"But you've been such a naughty boy, stealing my underwear… Do you think I should punish you for that?" You asked, a smirk growing on your lips when he pouted but he nodded, knowing he's not allowed to steal your panties. A little yelp escaped his pouting lips when you pinched his sensitive nipples before tugging his face close to the floor by the collar he wore - something he wanted to do, proud of being your good boy. 

"Clean up the mess you just made," you ordered, trying to sound stern when all you wanted was to help him feel better but he wanted to be punished first, letting him lap at the spurts of cum on the floor while you fondled his tight balls, so pretty on display with his ass in the air like that. 

Once he was done you gave a small slap to each of his butt cheeks and allowed him to sit up again. "Look at you, my good boy," you cooed as you reached for his aching length, making him cry out in pleasure from how sensitive he was after all these orgasms.

"P-please… I need you," he begged, gently fucking your hand and you allowed him, pumping his shaft and wrapping your lips around the tip to reward him for good behavior.

The cum he used as lube tasted bitter on your tongue but it didn't taste bad, craving to taste some more of him as your tongue teased the little slit on top of his tip and Choso didn't mean to but he pushed your head down on his length, no longer gently fucking your hands, now pumping himself into your warm mouth but you didn't protest. 

You knew how much he needed this and he waited the entire day for you without a single complaint so you let him fuck your mouth with utmost care, his sweet moans and whimpers rising in pitch the closer he got. To say it was sloppy was an understatement, your saliva dribbling down his balls and your nose nestled into the small bush at the base. What finally sent him over the edge was your hands fondling his balls, smearing them with your spit and gently squeezing them just the way he liked it.

Your name echoed off the walls in a lewd scream, his cum shooting down your throat before he pulled himself out of your mouth, kissing you hungry. Little thank you’s were whispered between kisses and tears threatening to spill from his eyes letting you know that this meant more to him than just getting off - it was personal - it was a need for you and your love.

The smell of your arousal filled his nostrils, not having noticed how you tugged your pants down just enough to reveal your glistening slit while he kissed you. 

"Can I? You mean it?" He asked excited yet flustered, finally able to make you his forever. All you could do was nod and get on all fours for him, your cunt dripping with arousal. 

Finding him desperately fucking his hand while sniffing your underwear turned you on more than you thought it would and the way he was so desperate for you only made it worse. His tail was wagging fast when he licked a long stripe all the way from your clit to your puckered hole before stuffing his eager tongue into your pussy, dying to taste your juices.

All you could do was moan helplessly, not expecting him to eat you out like a man starved but he didn't want to stop this. Slender fingers rubbed and gently pinched your puffy clit while his tongue was lapping all over your folds or fucking your tight entrance until the knot in your stomach exploded, your arousal coating his tongue and resulting him to cum untouched while he whined and whimpered into your folds. 

You almost had to pry him away after your third orgasm, dying to feel his dick inside of you and who was he to deny you that? With shaking hands he lined his bulbous tip up with your slick core which caused a loud moan to erupt from both of you - he fit so perfectly inside of you and hit all the right spots so that neither of you lasted long. 

Choso felt your walls clamp down and the moment you screamed his name in ecstasy it was over for him, panting hard and he really wanted to pull out but your cunt sucked him in so good that he just couldn't stop himself. 

"Fuck- fuck I'm so sorry," he whined loudly and for a second you didn't know what he's apologizing for until your eyes went wide, feeling the giant knot stretching you further than you've ever been stretched. His hot cum was spurting against your insides, your name falling from his lips in cries of pure pleasure and the knot keeping it all inside of your pussy. 

"I’m so sorry," he mumbled as he rested his forehead between your shoulder blades but you whimpered, the stretch borderline painful but the way you felt so connected to him now made it into something pleasurable.

"Feels good… can we stay like this?" You asked breathlessly, not wanting this moment between the two of you to end and Choso only humped his hips against yours in a silent agreement and to let you feel that he was far from being done - cock still hard. His shallow thrusts right against your sweet spot made you moan again, only waiting until the knot swells off so he can fuck you properly again only to knot you to him again and again. 

You felt it before your sex stupid brain could process it- this thick, swelling pressure at your already stuffed hole. Stretching you wider. Wider. Too wide-

His knot.

It shoved inside with a wet POP and you shrieked, back bowing clean off the mattress, nails carving bleeding trenches down his spine. The sudden fullness -that fat bulge locking him in, plugging you up, pressing against every sensitive nerve- had your vision whiting out again. Your cunt spasmed around him, another orgasm cresting before the last one even finished, milking his knot in desperate fluttering clenches.

“Huh? What happened?” Total confusion. His ears shot up, head tilting, “You alright babe? Did I do something?”

“Your- your fucking knot- fuckfuckfuck-“ you choked out.

“What?” He blinked down at you, all golden puppy eyes while his monster sized knot split you in half, “What's wrong with it?”

“Ser -seriously? Sh’too- It's s’too big-“

“It is?” As he smirks he shifts his weight and you damn near passed out, “seems fine to me?”

You laughed -or sobbed, hard to tell- and it broke into a moan when he rolled his hips experimentally. You grabbed his hand and shoved it down between your bodies, pressing it against the bulge in your lower belly. Obscene. Fucking obscene.

“Valko.”

He looked down. Blinked. His tail started wagging. Actually wagging!

“Oh wow.” Like he'd found something mildly interesting, “That's pretty crazy.”

“YEAH.”

“Does it actually hurt?” He pressed against the bulge with genuine curiosity and your eyes nearly rolled back into your skull. Tail still going.

“Do you- hahh- do you seriously not know- how huge-“

“Dunno, never measured?” He dropped a casual kiss on your forehead, sweet as anything, while his fat fucking knot throbbed like it was trying to reshape your insides. “Always been like this. Annnnd those noises don’t really convince me you’re in pain.”

You were gonna fucking murder him. Right after you finished losing your mind on his cock.

He ground down into you and you came so hard you forgot your own name, pussy clenching around him like a goddamn vice.

“Oh- shit- shit-“ Finally cracking, his voice going high and whiney, “Squeezing me so tight, you’re gonna make me-“

He buried his face in your neck and came with a broken whine, and you felt it- pulse after pulse of hot cum pumping into you, filling you up til your belly rounded out even more. His arms caged you in, tail thumping against the mattress as he bred you full.

“S'good,” he slurred against your throat…

“Valko,” you whimpered, brain leaking out your ears., “M'so full-“

“Mm?” He sounded so pleased with himself.

Still absolutely clueless.

Way later -who even knows how long- he was still on top of you, weight braced on his elbows so he didn't crush you. His knot pulsed lazy and another warm gush filled you up.

“Hey,” he mumbled into your hair, and you could hear the grin in his voice.

“Mm.”

“So...” His fingers walked playfully up your side, making you squirm- which only made you clench around his knot and whimper, “You think my knot's big, huh?”

“Shut up.”

“Nah but like-“ He propped himself up to look at you, smirking, tail swishing, “You were really loud about it. Pretty sure the neighbors know now.”

“I hate you.”

“Mmhm.” He rolled his hips just slightly -enough to make you gasp- and his grin widened. “That why you're still milking my cock right now?”

Your face burned, “I- I can't- it's involuntary-“

“Sure it is.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, nuzzling, “S'okay baby. I think it's cute how much you love my huge knot.”

“I never said-“

“‘S'so fucking big Valko,'”he mimicked in a breathy voice, and you smacked his chest while he snickered. “'Your knot Valko, oh my god-“

“I do NOT sound like that.”

“You kinda do.” Another lazy grind. Another gush of cum. His eyes glittered. “Wanna hear what else you said? Got real creative toward the end there.”

You shoved at his shoulder uselessly. He didn't budge, just laughed and buried his face in your neck, pressing smiling kisses to your skin.

“M'just teasing, babe” His tail curled around your thigh, “youre cute when you're embarrassed.” He nuzzled the tippy top of your head.

“I'm gonna kill you when your knot finally goes down.”

“Mm, that's fair.” He snuggled closer, entirely unbothered, “Gives me like twenty more minutes to annoy you though.”

His hips shifted again, lazy and deliberate, and the noise you made was mortifying.