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spencer has a secret.

a dirty secret he can't tell anyone. i mean, if he did, he's sure the team would chastise him. call him a dirty pervert, fire him, and never speak to him again. he doesn't want that! so he can't tell anyone.

yes, spencer is a pervert. he's known that since he started to feel sexual attraction. he's never acted on it though, just sexual thoughts running through his big brain while interacting with pretty women. and he would never pass up an opportunity to peek down a blouse. but he's never touched o woman before. well, not like that at least. he's never even seen a woman naked!

or rather, almost never.

that brings us back to his secret. 

spencer dirty little secret.

doctor spencer reid has watched you masturbate.

and you didn't know.

he swears to himself it was an accident. you were on a case, and your hotel rooms connected by the bathroom. now, neither of you knew this at the time. 

you were simply exhausted by the case. it was a long day, and you barely had any leads. so, when you got back to your room, you decided to have a little... 'you time'. you took out your little vibrator from your go-bag. you took off your panties, hiking up your skirt, and started rubbing the vibrator against you, warming up. you clicked it on, you got lost in the pleasure. 

spencer had gotten in his room about the same time as you did yours. he decided to take a long shower to wash away the day. he walked into the bathroom with his towel in hand. he noticed another door in the bathroom. that's odd, he thought, hotel bathrooms don't usually have a linen closet. he slowly opened the door. and he was greeted by the best possible outcome (for him). 

your legs spread, pleasuring yourself. from this angle he couldn't see your everything as well as he would have liked to, but he could see enough. he watched as you quickly lifted your bra above your breasts, groping yourself, moaning as you pinched your nipples. he admired your plump thighs, your stomach folding as you bent your legs to get a better angle with your finger. he almost moaned when he saw you. he couldn't look away from your beautiful lips. 

he realizes he's been watching far longer than he should've been. far too long to call it an accident. hos dick jumps in his pants when he realizes he's watching you he's really in front of a beautiful woman, the woman he's loved with all of his heart for a year now.

he imagines himself walking into your room, kissing you, and helping you out. maybe with his mouth, he thinks, that would be incredible. he thinks about your taste as he unbuckles his pants. he knows it's wrong, but he just can't stop...

he imagines you moaning his name as he enters you "ohhh spencer" you'd, moan. he blushes at the thought, stroking himself.

it's been minutes now, his silent moans and blush mask the shame and guilt he felt. 

"oh spence!" your legs shake as you climax... he can believe his ears. you moaned his name. the love of his life, in what she thinks is a private place, moaned his name. it was a sign, you liked him too! at least enough to imagine him naked, which was enough for him. he thought about walking in, he thought about tsking you then and there, he even thought about just asking you out through the door like a loser. but instead, he simply shut the door silently, and took his shower.

he still regrets it, but he holds onto the fact that you like him like that. it gives him a certain confidence he's never had before. it's been about 2 months since the incident, and he still hasn't worked up enough courage to ask you out. what if you didn't actually like him like that? what if you were talking about a different spencer? what if he misheard you, and it was all in his head? all these thoughts just fueled his insecurity, outweighing his confidence. 

and this frustrated you to no end. 

you had noticed spencer behind the door as soon as he opened it, if it was anyone else, you would have jumped to cover yourself up, but you really liked spencer. like, really liked him. he was all you thought about while masturbated anyway, so you decided to put on a show for him, even moaning his name as you came, hoping it would encourage him, but instead, you went to bed alone that night. just like every night since, waiting for him. and it frustrates you. you know you could ask him out, but he has previously opened up to you about his bullies, how girls would ask him on dates, only to laugh at him and take pictures of his disappointment when he actually showed up, the girls would bring their friends too, making the embarrassment all that much worse. you got angry at the thought, and incredibly sad for him. 

so, in order to ensure he went into a date with you with full confidence, you patiently waited for him. 

but your patience was running thin. two damn months, and he's only been increasingly awkward with you. 

you had to fix this somehow, find a way to embolden him. make him kiss you out of desperation, beg you to fuck him, even just plead for you to go out with him! you'll yake anything at this point! so, you (and penelope, who you've shared all your frustrations with) hatched a plan. 

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the whole team, including hotch and rossi, met at a club near the bureau, in case you all got called in. penny sent the invites, and you all agreed it would be a good idea to relax after the tough case you just had. 

well, everyone accept spencer. he was a tad hesitant. but you put on your usual charm, holing his hand and pulling him towards you, his arm touched your breasts, "please spence, it'll only be fun with all of us!" he blushed profusely, and nodded and mumbled an "okay..." as he grabbed his satchel to walk with you.

so now you all were in the bar, you sipped on your long island iced tea, a drink you also got for spence, who was nursing it even slower than you. he was fearful if he got too drunk, he would confess everything to you, unknowingly, that was your goal. 

but it looked like you'd have to use a different tactic. you met emily on the dance floor, dancing with her and a few strangers. she of course got a group of hot guys to surround her, so you joined and danced with them. you could feel spencer's eyes on you and one of the guys grabbed your hips. you turned to tell him not to, but he pulled you closer. 

"could you let me go?" you started out nice. after all, you were on the club dance floor, you couldn't fault him for wanted to dance with a pretty lady such as yourself. 

"c'mon baby, let's just dance together..." he whispered in your ear. you tried to push him away, but his grip tightened. 

"get off me man!" you yelled, and emily immediately pushed her way in between you two. she started yelling at him, attracting the attention of the others. derek and penny came started berating the man, and jj came to comfort you. you looked around, and spencer was nowhere to be found. 

you felt tears well up in your eyes. maybe he didn't actually like you. did he just see you as sex object like other men? you didn't think he would... but men are full of surprises. 

you told jj you were fine, you grabbed your purse and left the building, standing int he back alley, the tears finally fell. you couldn't stop the rain, sobbing as you leaned against the dirty concrete wall. 

"y/n?" you perked up at the familiar voice, sniffling as you tried to wipe away your tears.

"spence... sorry i didn't know you were out here." you looked down ashamed. of course he was just outside. 

"don't apologize, what's wrong?" he looked at you with his big puppy dog eyes. you couldn't stay mad at him. your heart swelled and you couldn't help but smile at him.

"i'm fine, spence. why're you out here anyway?"

"you're avoiding my question"

"well now you're avoiding mine"

you came to a stalemate, both of you too embarrassed to tell each other why you've found yourselves in the back alley of a club. you decided this time you'd make the first move.

"a guy was getting handsy in there, i just got embarrassed and had to get out of there" you'd hope he'd settle for the half-truth. luckily, he didn't push any further. 

"oh.. i-im so sorry, i should've been in there" he looked distraught, like he learned you'd been abused or something. he giggled at his overreaction.

"it's really fine, spence. not the first time, not the last.: he looked even more upset at that. "what about you? why're you out here" 

he blushed; his body started unconsciously shy away from you. he was hiding something. 

"oh uh... j-just getting some fresh air... haha" oh he was DEFINENTLY hiding something. you had to figure out what. 

if there was one thing you could count on, it was using your feminine charms to get the answers you needed from the doctor. so, you stepped closer to him, trapping him between you and the wall. you looked up at him, batting your lashes. pushing your tits together with your upper arms. 

"i know your lying." you whisper as sexily as you can manage "tell me"

he blushes, pulling his satchel over his crotch, creating distance between you two, while simultaneously hiding his little 'problem'

"uhm... i was leaving" 

"what? why?"

"uhhhhhh" he made a high-pitched sound, he definitely didn't want to tell you. but you had to drag him out here, you needed an answer. 

"you can be honest with me, spence." you relaxed your body so you wouldn't be so sexually intimidating. you touched him arm comfortingly. 

"i... i didn't want to see you dance with those guys." he said it so quietly you almost didn't hear. his shoulders were lifted uncomfortably, he held onto his satchel strap for dear life. 

"what? why?" your plan had worked. he was jealous of the men. but you had stupidly scared him off again. you felt ashamed to be a profiler. why couldn't you get spencer to admit he likes you? why was he always running away? you hated yourself for making him so insecure. you told yourself that you'd give up. let him move onto a girl that built him up, like you were trying to do. not tear him down, like you ended up doing.

"because..." oh yeah, you forgot you asked a question "well... i was... i.. " 

"it's okay, spence." he looked up, curious as to why you cut him off. you always waited patiently for him when he had trouble finding the words. "you don't need to tell me, it's fine" you looked down dejected. he saw your eyes gloss over; you were about to cry again.

"but... wait don't cr-"

just then your heads turned to the loud sound of the club door slamming shut. great, the douchebag from the dance floor had come out here. he had a black eye, you briefly wondered if it was from derek or penny. 

"ohh... hey sexy" he slurred his words. god, he was so drunk you could smell it from a few feet away. 

"don't call me that." you sternly said. spencer had to shake away the thoughts of you using that voice on him in bed. instead, he turned towards the threat. spencer boldly stepped between you two, blocking the man's view of you.

"who tha fuck're you?" the man's words were so sloppy you could barely make them out.

"g-go away" spencer spoke up. you looked at him. you couldn't see his eyes from where he had put himself in front of you. but you could imagine the stern look he had. your heartbeat faster. spencer was standing up for you. he didn't have to; he wasn't your boyfriend. he wasn't very tough, either so you both knew you wouldn't fault him if he looked away and let you handle it, but instead, he stood up for you. he stared this guy down with all the courage he had.

the guy just scoffed "this your boyfriend or somethin'?" he ignored spencer's demand.

"he said go away." you puffed up to look tough. spencer heart fluttered at the fact that you didnt deny it.

"c'mon hot stuff, it's like a fat chick is gonna get a better offer than this" he motioned to himself. spencer physically reacted to this man calling you fat. spencer was about to yell at him. he didn't know what he'd say, but he wanted so badly to make this man regret that. but you spoke first.

"i have a gun." you reached into your purse. it was true, you took it and your badge everywhere. 

"woah woah oaky jeez.." he put his hand up and walked by you two into the street to drunkenly stumble his way back home. 

spencer turns to look at you, his ands go up like he wanted to hold you, but they just stuck awkwardly in the air. he was saying something about how he was so sorry that happened, and he was a jerk begging for attention, and that he had called you fat as a power play, not because you actually were, but it wouldn't be bad that you are, or were or uhm-

you tuned him out, letting him talk himself into a ditch. you thought it was cute. so, so cute. you hugged him suddenly. you held him close to you. 

"wh-y/n what're you-?"

"thank you, spencer." he nodded shyly, saying it was no big deal. you knew that was a lie, it was a real big deal for him. 

"i just want you to like me" you mumbled into his chest. he smelled like laundry detergent and old books.

"what?" his voice was high pitched again "i do like you" 

"do you mean it the way i want you to mean it?" you looked up at him. he wanted to look away, to hide in a ditch, but he couldn't stop looking deep in your eyes. his arms stayed still and awkward on your middle back. you needed his sands to roam, to explore your body to his hearts content. 

"wh- uhm.. what way do you want me you uh.. mean it?" he looked at you hopefully. 

you were tired of the chase

fuck it.

you moved your hands to grasp his neck and cheek, pulling him down into a kiss. he bit back a moan, his hands grasping your dress, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

he wasn't very good at kissing, confirming your suspicions that he hasn't kissed very many people. but it felt so good. your stomach turned as you thought about it. you're finally kissing him. the man of your dreams is in your arms, kissing you fervently, like he never wanted the kiss to end. and truthfully, neither did you. but the need for air took over. you pulled back, he chased your lips. he's so adorable.

"spencer... you're so handsome, i like you so much..." his eyes widened at your confession. the most beautiful girl in the world called him handsome? he couldn't believe his ear. 

he realized he was silent for a few seconds. you were looking up at him, expecting him to say something.

"i... i like you too." 

"really? cause for a while there it seemed like you were actively avoiding me." you teased.

"i-im sorry..." the reason behind his avoidance flashed through his mind. your vibrator attached to your clit, your slick running down your hands, you-

oh god he was getting hard. he let go of you, and attempted to adjust his pants to hide his growing boner. he looked at you, and realized it was too late. you knew. your gaze made him wonder if you knew everything. 

you grabbed his tie, pulling him towards you. the tie deliciously pressured his neck, adding an element of pleasure to his otherwise overwhelming anxiety about the situation. 

"spencer..."

"yes?"

you smiled at how well he fit into the submissive role. he looked at you like you were his world. 

"do you wanna go to my place?" 

he nodded before you even got the whole sentence out "yes. yes please" 

he briefly wondered if this would be another cruel prank, but the knew you. he knew you would never do that to him. and his horny man part of his brain took over, he was currently driven by pure libido. 

the 7 minutes and 48 seconds it took to get to the door of your apartment felt like a million years. every step he took his dick rubbed against his boxers, throbbing to be let out. (you weren't much better, panties practically soaked.) he watched as you gracefully unlocked and opened your door, moving aside to let him in. he nodded a short 'thanks', nervously stepping in. he had no idea where to go from here. should he say something? what should he say? would that be cringe? probably. he couldn't decide what to do, but lucky for him, you knew exactly what you wanted.

you turned him around, throwing your arms around his neck, practically inhaling his mouth. your wet lips intertwined with his, this time he let out a surprised moan, his back hit the wall, knocking some frame off its hanger. he'd apologize later, right now he was focused on the way your soft lips slotted so perfectly with his, like they were made for each other. he was lost in thought, as always, wondering if fate and soulmates really were real, when you bit his lip, he gasped, giving you access to what you really wanted. your tongue invaded his mouth, he let out a squeak, gripping your dress again, bunching it up in his hands. his hips rubbed against you. you could feel his hard-on through his pants. he was so big; you were excited to really feel it. but you should warm him up first. 

you pulled away. he whined loudly at the loss of your warm mouth, your stomach jumping at that, your pussy leaking through your panties. 

"spence..." you leaned into his ear "you can touch me... wherever you want." to emphasize your point, you move one of your hands to caress his side, from his chest to just above his waistband. before he could say something in retaliation, your kissed him again, continuing where you left off. 

his hands stuttered for a moment. he slowly moved them to your hips. then, in a moment of bold passion, he moved one to under your short dress. feeling your thigh, moving higher and higher until he felt the curve of your ass, and the lace of your panties. he moaned into your mouth, god he was adorable. 

he held his hand there, squeezing curiously. but then he moved to where he really wanted to go. he slid his hands up to your chest, slightly caressing you through your dress. it was a party dress, so the sparkles didn't really feel good, he wanted to feel you, flesh to flesh. he wanted to pinch your nipples the way he saw you doing in y ur hotel room. he wanted you to moan his name like you did in his fantasies. 

"can uhm" he pulled away to speak. his voice cracked for a moment, cleared his throat and corrected himself. "are we... going to..." he couldn't seem to find the right word. he looked at you expecting you to know what he ways implying, but you just looked at him dumbly. he knew you were teasing him, you wanted to hear him say it. 

"h-have s-sex" he couldn't look you in the eye. even though you were throwing yourself at him, he was still insecure about the situation. you wanted nothing more than to build his confidence.

"do you wanna?" you asked

"what?"

"do you wanna have sex?"

"uhhhh" his voice pitched again. he's so cute like this. you smiled giddily. you motioned him to follow you, you led him to your bedroom. 

"if you want to do it, we can right now..." you opened your bedside drawer, holding up an unopened box of condoms. (that totally haven't been there since he watched you masturbate. nope definitely not)

he wanted to yell 'YES' and let you do whatever you wanted with him right there, but his curiosity got the better of him.

"what if i don't?" 

"then...." you didn't expect that question "we can watch a movie... maybe some star trek, kiss some more" you held his arms, soothingly rubbing them. he really liked that idea. but right now, his sole focus was losing is virginity to the woman he loved and cared most for.

he sat on the edge of your bed. you followed closely behind, standing in between his legs. he looked up at you like he worshipped you. he's so beautiful, his hair framed his face so perfectly, a little bit of your spit made his lips and chin glisten. he looked so sexy.

you want to ravish him.

"i want to." he said. this time his voice was clear. he was silently telling you this meant something to him. he was serious about you. you looked him in the eyes, kissing him chastely

"me too" you held his hand as you sat in his lap. he went right back to being awkward, holding your hips, he deepened the kiss. 

you pulled your dress off, showing off your matching underwear set. he looked like he would pass out. his eyes popping out like a cartoon.

"you're... you're so beautiful." he whispered; he kissed you again.

"thank you'" you brush your hands through his haor. "but you haven't seen anything yet..." he gulped at the promise of more.  you started undoing his buttons and loosened his tie. he got the message and unbuckled his belt. it was cute watching him fumble with it. he was finally in just his briefs. they were bright pink, with a purple trim. but you were more interested in what was under them.

"lay down" you ordered. he shifted to lay in the middle of the bed. you sat on his lower stomach, leaning down to kiss him. he thought you two would make out again (a newfound interest of his), but instead you kissed down his neck. nipping at him until you got to the juncture between his neck and shoulder. you kissed him there, then bit down suddenly. he moaned, grabbing onto you. he wrapped his arms around you, grabbing your ass, almost as if he was using the 'pain' as an excuse. you made a mental note to tell him he didn't need a reason to touch your butt. 

you licked the bite and went to make another one a little higher up. spencer pawed at your ass, practically begging you to get fully nude. you decided to give him half of what he wants. 

you moved down on his body, sitting directly on his erection. he cursed his underwear for getting in the way. he whined as you grinded your hips. you felt so good. he almost missed you reaching behind your back to undo your bra. he watched you slip it off your arms. your tits free from confinement. you could feel his dick twitch. he leaned up, capturing a nipple in his mouth. you gasped in surprise. you held his head as you rubbed yourself against his dick, grinding your his to release some tension. he mover off your nipple, instead using his hands to grope, grab, squeeze, and pinch. there was no real rhythm to what he was doing, but it's so hot watching him explore you like that. 

he bit down in the same spot you did on him. then he heard it, he heard the angels sing. he heard what he's been wanting to again since the first time he's heard the words pass through your beautiful lips.

"oh spence..." you moaned out his name. his hips rutted up into yours. he could feel your slick through his briefs. you two were soaked between the two of you, his pre-cum making his situation uncomfortable. 

you start to remove your panties; spencer's hands go to help you. he cups your vulva with one hand, looking in your eyes for permission

"spence..." you kissed him, holding him close "do you need direction?" 

he would be offended, but he knew you really were asking. you were so considerate, saving him from the embarrassment of fucking up and not making you cum. 

"m-maybe a little" he's studied up a bit with books for this exact topic, but he knew the real thing would be much different. 

you led his middle and pointer fingers to your clit, gasping when he made contact. he rubbed small circles on you, watching you closely for any sign of discomfort. you moaned again, loudly this time in his ear as your legs shook in pleasure. he continued exactly what he was doing, once having read that guys change it up too much, having the opposite effect of what they want. but spencer felt greedy, he wanted more. he replaced his fingers with his thumb, you were confused for a moment, then you felt his ring finger prod at your hole. you moaned with approval. 

he started with one finger, shortly after adding another, he pumped his fingers in you as his thumb rubbed tights circles on your clit. 

"oh spence-spencer! 'm gonna cum!" you were usually very articulate and poised. he enjoyed the fact that he not only could see but be that cause of your distressed look. your hair a little messy, a string of drool attached to his lips from yours, your thighs shaking as you held onto his shoulders, trying to ground himself. 

"would you? please cum for me" he begged you. his whines were what sent you over the edge, cumming on his hand. your slick coating him, running down his wrist. 

he worked you through your high, having read it was the key to a truly great orgasm. 

after a moment, you finally came down from your high. "spence... you're amazing" you kissed him roughly, pushing him down on the bed, his back hitting the mattress roughly. he felt his ego grow from the compliment. 

you reached over, grabbing a condom from the bedside table. 

"you ready?" you rip the condom open with your teeth. he felt the heat rise to his cheeks at that. 

"you're so sexy" he replied

"that's not an answer" you teased

"oh yeah uhm... yes, i'm ready" he shifted a little, pulling down his briefs. your spit on your hand, grasping him. he moans when you held him. stroking him gently. 

"you're so big, spence" you said as you put the condom on. you made another mental not to get the next size up next time. but this'll work for now.

"i-i am?" he truly didn't know he was. he knew just by looking he was 6.765 inches, and he knew the average size is 5.5 inches, but he really didn't think a 1.265 difference was enough to say 'big'

but he trusted your opinion

so, it went right to his ego

you positioned yourself over him, slowly lowering yourself onto him until he was fully sheathed, and your butt made contact with his thighs. he moans, gripping your hips. 

"d-don't move" he begged. he knew the moment you moved he'd cum. he didn't want this to be over. you listened, patiently waiting until he was ready. you could tell he's committing this to memory, hoping his feeble imagination could grasp the experience. 

"spence, just let the moment happen" you try to reassure him. he nods

"okay... you can, uhm, you can move." i was a little funny, you thought, usually it was the woman saying that.

you slowly lifted your hips. you grinded back down on him. he shot up to hold you close, hugging you closely. it was so sweet. you held each other, and it didn't take long until he was panting, telling you to slow down

"w-wait.. im gonna cum..!" 

"isn't that the point?" you ask

he can't think of something to say, his high IQ reduced to mush as he came hard, so hard he almost forgot to breathe. he held you tighter, you helped him ride out his high like he did for you, but he swore you were doing it to watch him suffer with overstimulation. he shook as you slowed down.

you finally lifter yourself off of him. he whines at the lack of warmth. you remover his condom, tying it and tossing it in your bedside trash.

"we should shower...'." you suggest, hoping he got the sexual; undertones.

"im so sorry..." 

"what?" you were genuinely taken by surprise. 

"i.. only made you cum once." he looked down in disappointment

you giggled "you know that puts you ahead of, like, 70 percent of guys, right?"

"75 percent" he responded. he always corrected you, but from him it was cute, and genuine. 

"still..." you held his fac e in your hands, forcing him to look at you "it was your first time, right? you did incredible"

he wasn't surprised you knew, he had confided in derek once that he was a virgin. he should've expected word to get out. but he still had his worries

"but, i want to get to the point i can make you cum multiple times..." you can't believe you found such a perfect man.

"and you will! but you can't be all held up on not doing it the first time, babe" you kissed his cheek. his stomach did flips at the pet name. 

but one thing held over him. clung onto him like a parasite. a guilt he couldn't shake no matter how comforting you were.

his secret.

his dirty little secret. 

he looked at you all guilty-like. like a dog who just chewed up something but you haven't found it yet.

"what is it?" damn, he thought he was being subtle.

"well, i... i have a confession." he has to tell you. he can't go into a relationship with this hanging over him. besides, you deserve to know. he knows you'll call him names, call him a freak, a perv, a monster. you'll kick him out, and never talk to him again. but you need to know.

"two months ago, during the stalker case, at the hotel..." he was trying to find the right words

"when you watch me masturbate?"

"yeah when i-WHAT?!?" you giggled at his reaction "how do you know?"

"well, you weren't very quiet, hun." you smiled. he couldn't even appreciate the nickname; he was so focused on how you seemed calm. you seemed relaxed, like it didn't bother you.

"im... im so sorry" he looked dejected, and he flinched ever so slightly. just enough that if you weren't a profiler, you wouldn't have caught it. he was preparing for backlash. for you to yell and smack him. maybe you would've, if he were any other person.

"oh spence, don't be sorry, it's hot" you wiggle your eyebrows, but he doesn't let up

"don't you think im a pervert? a freak?" he asked, tears threatening to spill

"i guess, but spence" you held him close, naked bodies warming each other up "so am i"

he looked at you, his kind eyes trying to read any sign, any micro-expression. any possibility you were lying

"i still feel bad" he finally said, after concluding that you were, somehow, by the grace of the gods, not lying

"you wanna make it up to me?" he nodded "then let me watch you sometime"

Dating Spencer Reid was the magical thing int he world. He was a hopeless romantic, always bringing you heaps of flowers, setting up candle-lit date nights, and reading to you. It was always an ego boost when he would say something genius-like. Spouting facts and statistics that shocked those around him. You thought "That's right, that's my boyfriend!" 

Though there was one thing that did bother you. Nothing bad, nothing deal-breaking, but one little, teeny thing that bothered you to no end. 

Doctor Spencer Reid never shut up.

It's mostly endearing, he was a sweetheart who always wanted to tell you how pretty you are, always wanted to tell you he loved you, a statistic about couples being spouted every other minute. 

Those didn't bother you. Even his long tangents during movies or show, his informed monologues about crime and politics, new medicine or technical developments.

No, none of that bothered you.

What did bother you, however, is he didn't stop talking at night. You get cozy, lay in bed ready to sleep. It would be silent for a while. 5 minutes, maybe ten. He lays on your chest, calm breathing tricking you into thinking he's asleep. 

Then it starts.

"Did you know that there is no actual strong evidence indicating that snakes can predict earthquakes? It's mostly myth..." now usually you would be interested in this fact, but right now, after a long case, and an even longer day filled with paperwork, all you wanted to do was sleep.

"mmm," Was your only real reply. You thought maybe he'd get the message and realize you were sleepy. You forgot your loving boyfriend doesn't really get 'messages'.

"Yeah, in 2006, China's earthquake bureau in Nanning began monitoring snakes' behavior,"

"mhmm..."

"They used 24-hour video feeds, where they concluded that snakes could predict earthquakes up to 70 miles away, 2 to 3 days before they even happened,"

"uhhuh.."

"However, a 2018 study published in the Bulletin of Seismological Society of America analyzed 729 reports of abnormal animal behavior related to 160 earthquakes and found no strong evidence that any animal can predict earthquakes!" He chuckled a bit to himself

You hummed again in reply. It was pretty interesting, but not nearly as alluring as the sleep washing over you. It continued for another hour. Fact after fact with his mind swirling and his need to let you know every little thing he thought overwhelming him. Despite your short and tired responses, he kept at it. At some point he scooted up, facing you. Now you forced yourself to keep eye contact with him. All that kept you from snoring was his pretty face. He was so beautiful. His bis, sad puppy dog eyes... his strong cheekbones and soft jaw... his plush lips... "Such a pretty boy," 

"What?!" he stopped mid-rant. oops. You said that out loud, not even realizing.

"Sorry Spence, I'm so tired,,, and you're so handsome" You smiled at him. He blushed, hiding his head in your neck. 

Oh... he was silent. So that's it. The key to uninterrupted sleep. You could work with this...

You brush your hand through his hair "My beautiful boy..." He held onto you tighter, lifting his head to look at you 

"Stop..." his voice was high, his face red. He looked so good when he was embarrassed. So pretty.

"Why? It's the truth" you kiss his forehead "you're just so hot" you grab the sides of his face, rubbing his temples with your thumbs.

Earning a burst of confidence, he took the initiative to kiss you first. Soothing his slightly chapped lips over yours. Your lips mingled in a dance of love. It was tender, smooth. every kiss with him was like this. You weren't just kissing, it was a sign that you were connected, you could feel the pure love surging through your bodies. 

“I love you, Spence." 

"I love you too." 

“Hey Johnnie~?”

Your voice felt like velvet. He almost forgot to answer, too busy thinking about the fact that he was lucky enough to have that sweet voice directed at him

“Y-yes?” His voice started high, but he quickly corrected himself. At this point his tight pants were on the floor, left in his boxers. He forgot he had on the ones with broken hearts. How embarrassing.

“ I really wanna try something..” you lifted off of him, he groaned at your absence, and you walked to the other side of the room.

He watched you walk, the way your ass moved as you walked. He had a great view, since you were only in your panties and bra.

Then he felt his heart pick up and his cheeks (and dick) grew hot when he saw what you had grabbed.

You held the knife you keep in your purse for self defense. It was pink with gemstone hearts, and had a four inch blade. as you switched the blade out it made a harsh noise. Music to his ears.

You straddle him again, leaning forward to hold the knife against his collarbone.

“This okay?” You ask, you both knew you did this out of love, not hatred. You wanted so badly to see the hot blood run down his chest, covering his pale skin and black tattoos. But you’d never hurt him. Not without his consent.

“Please.. I need it” he moaned his answer. His dick throbbed against your thigh. It twitched as you pressed the blade into his skin. Drawing blood. Just enough so it dropped down his collarbone.

You both could feel your arousal through your panties. And as horny as you were, you decided to just skip to the good part.

You moved to remover your underwear, licking up the wound as you worked his dick out of his cute boxers. Whimpering under you, he grabbed your hips in a desperate plea.

But instead, you reached back for the knife, this time holding it to the middle of his chest. Another long stroke had him moaning, tightening his grip. It felt almost as good as when you finally sunk down on his dick, putting him out of his misery.

“Baby, f-fuck babe please” he was a mess. His hair stuck to his forehead, a thin shear of sweat covered his skin. The blood flowing into the sheets. He almost came then and there when you started bouncing on him, but he didn’t want to ruin his heaven.

“Aww poor boy, it’s okay I’ll take care of you~” you whispered in his ear. His breath picked up, he reached down to thumb your clit, moving in fast circles to match your pace. Both moaning in unison.

You still held the knife in your hand, so you moved to cut. But this time, you cut across your hand. It stung for a second, but the burn only added to the pleasure.

Now it was too much. He saw the red seeping from your palm and he couldn’t contain himself. He came. Hard. With a desperate moan he grabbed your hand and held the wound side to his cut. The blood melting together to form a river of affection.

This combined with his other hand still working on your clit, you came soon after him. Panting as you slowed down through your high, eventually stopping to catch your breath. Hand still in his, soaked with blood.

He looked up at you, his goddess in red. His everything.

You cant breath. his hand pushing hard on the back of your head, gripping the fuck out of your hair. you would have noticed the pain in your skull, but the lack of air is taking over your thoughts.

you cant even feel his dick anymore. your body responding without your permission. your heart and organs all under his control, only with your brain and asophogous preoccuppied. as he pounds you from behind , his other hand rubbing out another orgasm from your mutilated pussy. you should feel how exaughsted you are. how your uterus burns and squelches from the blood and cuts. his and your cum are mixing inside you, his favorite way to take you. you should focus on how he talks to you. how hes whispering dirty degrations in your ear. calling you little sex doll, his sweet desperate girl. you should be focused on him.

but all you can do is try to get a breath of air. struggling against him as you try to shake his hand off. law wont budge. he watches you squirm against him, adding to his friction and horniness.

barely able to breath. your lungs burn as you black out. not for long, however, as you keep coming back from your sweet unconsciousness. the sting of you chest was killing you. literally. its been like this for hours. its like he cant get enough.

he was looking…. good? apparently his crewmates said he wasnt treating you very well (they didnt know the half of it) so they told him he should try and 'woo' you. he took this advice very seriously. he loved you very much, in his own way. treating you bad? oh god, really? he couldnt believe it. you never complained about being mistreated!! if anything, you had been rude to him! pushing him off of you, screaming at him, crying and whining. but that was all at the begining of your relationship. he thought you were happy. but taking this advice to heart, he decided to take you on a date.

now, you were at an incredibly fancy restaurant at a popular pirate-friendly island. you dressed in a black bodycon dress with some cute jewelry he had made out of your old bones. they actually turned out good. he thought you looked incredible, and told you as such, but it was him you were focused on.

he wore a red button-up, it was half open, showing off his tattoos. his rings (also made of your bones) and his dress pants, they fit him perfectly. he had ditched his usual hat, deciding to style and brush his har, and shaping up his beard. he looked the best he ever had.

the date was really nice. it felt like an actual date. for a few blissful moments, youd forgotten the past half year. it felt perfect. for those few moments.

but, of course, all good things must come to an end. so, you followed the orders he gave you before this date. standing up and leaving the restaurant without him. he had to take a few moments to pay, so you had a headstart.

winding down the confusing streets, getting lost in the alleys. you felt your heart beating faster. youd felt this feeling before. nearly everyday since he took you. the butterflies turning into cockroaches as the feeling of anxiety rising up your throat. you were scared. but this time, it was ever so slightly different. you werent scared of law tonight. you were all alone in an unfamiliar alley. you were scared of another person finding you. the island WAS pirate- friendly. what if a strong pirate like law showed up and tried to take you? someone worse than law? you had seen some wanted posters. some of a red-haired man with a metal arm. one of a green-haired swordsman with a mean scowl. and one of a blonde womanizer with heart eyes. they seemed like people you wouldnt get used too. though, youd thought that about law…

"whats a pretty girl like you doing out here all alone?" there he was. the bugs crawling around your insides calm themselves. you turn around excitedly to see his handsome face. but you quickly rember your role. one youre quite familiar with.

"im lost, la- uhm, sir" you give him your best innocent look. he swoons. he had want to roleplay some more, but he couldnt help but kiss you right away, pushing you against the wall. lifting up your dress.

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It’s been about a month since law took you. Every day is the same. He wakes up, you wake up. He feeds you breakfast (literally, your hands are tied back) he leaves for the rest of the day. You’re not sure what he does when he’s gone. You found out from the polar bear, the only crew member allowed anywhere near you, that this is a pirate ship. And law is his captain. Law would occasionally come back to the room. He’d dress you up in cute clothes. Something a doll would wear. He’d do your make up and hair. Pose you on a chair and take pictures. He really like when he could cut off your limbs, or slice your neck. He kept those pictures in his bedside table. Then, at the end of the day he would come back in the room with dinner. He’d dress you down, shower you (cleanliness was apparently very important to him, ironically). And then finally, after the longest days of your life, he’d turn off the lights and let you fall asleep.

He likes holding you close. He like when your heartbeat was in his ear. He confused you. Why would someone as cruel and heartless as him hold you close? Why would he take such care in feeding you and caress your face and coo at you while he dresses you up if he’s just going to slice you up. Your head hurt thinking about it, so you tried not to.

Today, you’ve lost count of how many it’s really been, you’re sitting with the bear for lunch. He’d bring you something like rice balls or soup for lunch every day, claiming his captain was busy.

Bepo, you’d found out his name a bit ago, starts the conversation for today “how’re you feeling Miss Y/N?” Law makes him call you that. It’s weird.

“Okay, I guess” that was your answer every day. What could you do? Complain to him about his own captain? He did seem to feel bad for you, but clearly not bad enough to help you. You take a bite of the rice ball. It’s salty.

Bepo lays down next to you. As much as you hate him for allowing this to happen to you, he’s just so cute!! He reminds you of your dog…

You’re not sure when, but sometime after lunch you’d fallen asleep. You wake up calmly, something that only recently your body’s been allowing. You hear the creak and lock of the door. He’s here. You sit up on the bed, Bepo must have left.

This was the worst part of the day. Seeing him. He was relentless. Any time you think you might actually be able to live your life like this,

“I wanna have fun with you tonight…”

He suggests something like that.

“Okay.” You couldn’t answer with no. No got you in trouble. No got you pinned to the outside of the submarine. No had you drowning constantly. Never being able to take a deep breath. He had kept you like that for a week. Compared to that, this was a walk in the park. And evil park, but a park nonetheless.

Law considered this the best part of his day. After long hours of making sure the ship was running properly, watching the crew so they do their chores, and charting where to go next and planning his next move, he finally got to play with his toy.

He opens the closet and chooses a dress. Todays dress was a pink babydoll dress, with lace accents and puffy sleeves.

Law turned to you and gave you a once-over. “Undress.”

You immediately began stripping. He preferred you without panties or a bra for this part. Weirdo.

After you were properly dressed, stockings and shoes too, he sat you down at his desk and started on your hair.

His hands combing through your hair would feel good under any other circumstance. His long fingers carefully scratched your scalp. He pulled in into pigtails today. His favorite.

“Stand up” he took a step in front of you. “Come here.” He opened his arms for you.

You stood on shaky legs.

His desk had always been messy. You never really paid attention, always just papers and books. He placed you to be in the edge of the desk. Opening the drawer and pulling out a knife, you knew what was next.

You couldn’t anymore. You wanted to really die. As the knife pierced your skin, dragging into your stomach, you belt out a scream. It hurt. So, so bad. The blood ruining yet another dress. The fabric mixing with your now loose skin. His breathing picks up. He drops the knife and leans in. His hand going to caress your wound.

Law leans over you and takes a deep breath. You probably smell like sweat, but he doesn’t seem to care. He lets out a deep groan as his hands tease your insides. The hot white pain blinds you as you feel your stomach go numb. At some point, the pain gets too much for your receptors to process.

Law grinds himself against you. His dick was aching and all he could think about was fucking your new hole he made.

He had raped you a few times before. But mostly when you were already dead, or you would die midway through due to the injuries he causes. When you died like that, you stayed out for a while. Like a dream. A way to escape him.

But the pain would always be unbearable. The pain of his cock dragging through your red insides as he would grab your exposed ribs for support. He was relentless when he got like that, but immediately after he would shower you in compliments (admittedly odd ones) and hold you close.

But the pain. The pain was intense. You felt it everywhere. Impossible to escape the pounding in your stomach and the pull on your ribs. Hurt was an understatement. It was unbearable. Unbeaten. You can’t describe like anything else some poor soul may have experienced. This man was sick.

But right now, he hasn’t gotten to that part yet. He’s still just petting you. Sniffing and holding you. You had the idea to save you, but you’re not sure if you should.

You’d given blow jobs before, and yes they’re uncomfortable, but there’s no way the pain could be worse than your usual sex with law.

So, you swallowed the bile rising up your throat. And got off the desk, standing in front of him.

“What’re you doing? Get on the desk.” His eyes were harsh, but you’d hoped he would go along with this.

“I was thinking.. uhm, you always do all the work..” he looked at you confused, but as you sunk down to your knees he understood immediately.

Now, law was not a very experienced man. The only people he’s had sex with were dead. And you. But you were right, he was doing all the work. It was so much better than his fist, but he couldn’t help but think.. what if he could just receive? So, he pulled up his chair and sat down in front of you.

You gulped. That is is going to be awful. Your shaky hands go to unbutton his pants. Pulling down his pants and underwear (with his help) his sick springs out in front of your face. In any other situation, you’d find him extremely attractive. Especially his dick, but you knew this and his hands were the appendages that caused you so much pain.

So, you spit on your hands and started stroking. He’s immediately feeling it, he grabs your hair and pushes your head closer. You open your mouth and take him in. He’s in shambles. He hunches over you and groans as he starts using your head as a fleshlight.

You can barely breathe. The only thing getting you through this is that fact that it’ll be over soon. It doesn’t hurt anywhere near the pain you feel when he fucks you, but it still hurts.

His cock hitting your now sore throat over and over. His hands gripping your skull for dear life. You look up at him. You’re sobbing.

He cums down your throat as soon as he sees how fucked up you look. Your messy hair, teary eyes. Soaked from the waist down in blood from your now healed wound.

You pull off of him with a pop and look up at him. You need to make him happy. Satisfied. So you open your mouth so he can see some of his cum, and swallow.

He did like that. He stood you both up and kissed you. The most visceral kiss you’ve had with him.

You suppose you did well, because the rest of the evening went on without sex. You’d saved yourself from the pain, but now you’re not sure how to feel. The feel of his cock in your mouth is still there. The horrible taste and the pressure of his hands.

Maybe you’d made a mistake, but at least you’d made him happy.

Living in a place where pirates commonly came and went, no one batted an eye when the first woman died. Yes, it was odd for a pirate ‘attack’, being murdered in her home, but not having any details of the murder at the time, the community brushed it off.

Then the second woman was killed. Then the third. And the fourth.

The community was on high alert now, especially you. You looked almost exactly like all the other victims. But you weren’t exactly scared of death, you were scared of a worded fate.

The marines in your area shared some details about the murders around the time the fourth happened. They were all dissected. They said it had to be done by someone with medical knowledge… but it seemed like the culprit was playing with the body. Toying with her insides and rearranging body parts.

No, you weren’t scared about dying. You had eaten a devil fruit by mistake, giving you the power of immortality. But of course, you weren’t immune to things. You hurt. You stung and bled. It would heal fast, sure, but the pain was 10x worse. A horrible life to live.

So, you settled down in a quiet town on a big island in the middle of the grand line. You were born on the other side of the island, but here you had more opportunities for jobs and such. Now, however, you’re considering moving back. You had your trusted male coworkers walk you to your house and back, got extra locks, and hired your male neighbor to walk your dog. Yes, the community was in high alert, but you were terrified. Because you think you know who’s killing these women. And you’re pretty sure he’s the one stalking you.

Right before the first murder happened, a small group of friends came into the restaurant you served at. They seemed odd, that’s why you remembered them so well. A big polar bear in a boiler suit, two men in funny hats, and the one you can’t stop thinking of. The tall, tan man. He was well-dressed, he had stubble and looked tired. He hat on a spotted hat and could never make eye contact with you.

He was weird and awkward. He ordered without looking at you, he mumbled, he would look at your boobs without shame, but then blush when you’d catch his eye. But the worst part was when you came back to refill their drinks.

You reached over the tall man to refill the bears water, and as you leaned, you felt a hand graze the back of your leg. He was touching you. Well, he was touching your pantyhose, but he was touching you!! You almost dropped the pitcher in surprise. You kindly excused yourself and cried in the walk-in.

Of course you couldn’t tell anyone, they looked like pirates, and he had a sword with him! You knew the restaurant manager couldn’t handle him, and you didn’t want to get the marines involved, so you begrudgingly went on with your day. That’s the first time you asked your coworker to walk you home.

Everyone swears you’re seeing things. But you know he’s following you. You see him at every store you’re in. Every time you’re clinging to your coworker fearing for your safety. Every time you go to close your blinds. He’s there. Staring.

You just wish he’d get it over with. Instead of toying with you, watching you writhe in fear. But, of course, he loved that. Loved seeing your terrified look every time you caught his eye. But he’s getting antsy. It’s been over a month since he saw you for the first time, and his crew is leaving soon. He decided to take you tonight.

You get home after the closing shift, tired and ready for the opening shift tomorrow. You walked inside, noticing your dog wasn’t there. Assuming your neighbor wasn’t back from the walk yet, you kept going. Looking back, you wish you had noticed. Really looked and realized your door was unlocked, the leash was still there, and the floor had slight muddy footprints…

You showered without incident. Brushed your teeth, washed your face. He was giving you to settle in. To calm down.

You go into your room with just a towel on, opening your closet. You were distracted thinking about tomorrow’s outfit. Until he decided to speak up.

“You have a nice apartment.”

You screamed in terror and whipped your head around. There he was. The very same tan man with a spotted hat.

“Who are you?” You nearly squealed.

He only smiled a bit. Not really a smirk, but like a shy smile. Like he was happy you were finally talking to him. He didn’t answer you. At least not then. He stalked towards you, your back now pressed against the closet door in nothing but a towel.

“I want you…”

“Don’t touch me!” You spat in his face. He seemed excited, happy that you were fighting back.

You felt a sting on your head. Your vision was blurry… blurrier… then dark.

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You wake up with a start. The lights above you are blinding. It smells like harsh chemicals and latex. You try to cover your eyes from the headache inducing lights, but you’re stopped by the chains around your wrists. A little more wriggling and you find your arms, legs, and neck are chained down.

“You’re so cute when you struggle like that. You should keep trying…” the man who did this to you comes into view. He’s wearing a white lab coat and a surgical mask. You assumed the marines were right, he does have medical experience.

You looked him in the eye. You were too scared to say anything. Before, your adrenaline was so high you had the ability to defy him. But for some reason, you feel weak. You can barely move your mouth even if you wanted to. Of course he would drug you, he needs total control.

He starts touching you. You realize now you’re completely naked other than your panties. Goosebumps rise all over you. He’s touching you much too gently for a man who’s about to try and murder you. Speaking of which, you see as he picks up scalpel with a long blade. He wastes no time.

Slicing you from just under your breasts to your uterus. It was painful. Of course it was, the searing pain made you scream. Even with the drugs in your system, you felt your unrelenting heart pick up the pace. Your blood is probably all over the table and floor by now. He keeps cutting so he can open you up and see your insides. It was awful. You were so tightly strapped you couldn’t push him off. Your tears soaking your hair. Sweat beading off your head, and wetting your hands.

He didn’t seem surprised you were still alive. Even as he was digging around your insides, cutting and moving and slicing, he was soaking in your distress. Trying to focus on anything else, your eyes finally adjusted to the room around you, noticing an odd blue hue surrounding you and this surgeon of death.

You had no idea how long this went in for. You would pass out, but he’d quickly wake you back up. The marines investigating once said on the news the murderer took their time with their victims. It felt like hours. Maybe days.

He finally stopped rummaging around in you. At this point, your whole torso, from just under your neck to your vagina was practically cut in half. If you could see yourself, you’d puke. He backed up. You can see he was clearing getting off to this. He was almost embarrassed of his boner, trying to hide it behind his blood stained coat.

“I’m gonna miss you..”

“Huh?” The ‘word’ barely came out of you. Your neck torn from screaming. The drugs no longer in effect, but you’re so tired from crying and struggling. He lifts his hand and the blue hue releases. You faint.

But, of course, as the few times you’d tried to kill yourself before, you’d woken back up. You open your eyes to him kissing your ‘dead’ body. He seems to be really into it. You noticed youre not strapped down anymore.

“Please… get off me..” you sniffle.

He looks at you in astonishment.

“You’re… alive?” Lucky for your sore throat, he’s a quick thinker. Almost immediately he puts the pieces together.

“You can’t die?” He was giddy. He picked you up and placed a patients robe over you.

You didn’t want to answer him. To give him the satisfaction of confirmation. You simply looked down in disbelief. He walked you out of the room. You seemed to be in some kind of metal prison. He led you to a room almost as clean as the room you were just in. He sits you on the bed.

“I’m so happy. I can kill you over and over…. And you’ll always be mine. I love you, Y/N”

“How’d you know my name?”

He paused for a moment as if he’d been caught. Instead of answering, he lies you down and covers your partially naked body with a thick blanket. He takes his time changing, he’s giving you a show. You see he’s objectively attractive, but all you felt was disgust. Just the feel of him getting under the covers with you would make you puke if you had anything in your stomach.

He curls up to you, laying his head on your breasts. You both lay awake, unable to sleep due to the excitement of the past few hours.

You’re curious about him. You need to know more. You can’t sleep if you’re left with these thoughts swirling in your mind.

“What’s.. your name?” You whisper to him. Trying to sound cute. You don’t know if he will get upset easily.

“Law. Trafalgar Law.”

Luffy- Luffy never really had an interest in others. he never noticed others looks. he hear about how attractive nami and robin are, but to him, they were just… nami and robin! but for some reason, you are different. he and his crew are visiting an island and, of course, he's hungry. so hes looking through the windows of the small shops, looking for any sign of food- oh. my. god. he sees you. holding a big plate of food, you glide through the restaurant like it's your job (it is) your dress flowing behind you as you effortlessly serve people hot food. smiling oh so sweetly. he realizes exactly why ace was so focused on other people through their youth. he want to get to know you. to see youre beautiful face and perfect body every day. he wants to hold you close and-

"luffy! whatre you doing?" usopp was calling out to him, but he didnt really care "eww youre drooling! lets just go in and eat already" nami was grossed out with him as she rolled her eyes. he didnt even notice the drool down his chin. the crew walkned in, being seated at a big table in the middle of the restaurant. he was praying for you. he needed you to come up to him and say "Hi everyone! what can i get you all today" his prayers were answered! he looked up at you, he assumed the crew was ordering, but he couldnt bring himself to care. he was memorizing your features, memorizing you. that is, until you were looking right at him. "and for you, sir?" he liked when you said that. though, he wished youd call him captain. "uhm,,,,,,,,,, meat." "just meat?" "meat and,,,,,,,,,you,," he really said it before thinking, like all things he did. the table erupted in reactions. franky and usopp were laughing their asses off, sanji was angry at his captain for stealing his thunder, and the rest of the crew were somewhere in between confused and indifferent. but he didnt care. they didnt really matter right now. because the way you were looking at him. you looked stunned. your face hot, your shoulders risen in defense, but not scared, more, embarrassed. you were affected by what he said. you were silent. looking at him wide-eyed. "uhm,, uh-oh uhm" nami cut you off by smacking her captain and apologizing to you. you quickly left to put their orders in.

and he left with your number.

Zoro- youre the newest member of the crew. and damn youre sexy. he never really made time for romance or sex, but you caught his eye. you both met in your garden in your hometown. as the child of high class society, you were being married off, but things happened and luffys crew saved you. there was big fight with the marines that had a base settled on your home island. zoro protected you the whole time. you were so sweet to him. usually people being worried about him was just a grating noise he wished he could cancel out, but when you did,,, you were just different. he didnt know why. he just knew he would do anything for you. and now you were taking care of him after that intense battle. chopper often had a very difficult time getting him in bandages, but he tolerated it if you were doing it. besides, he liked the way your eyes roamed his chest and arms. the way your hands would linger just to feel more of his incredible muscles. "how are you doing today, zoro?" you popped your head into the medical room. usually chopper would be right behind you, but he wasnt there today. he didnt waste time wondering why "better" "thats wonderful! i was thinking we could try a day without bandages" you were so genuine with him. so sickly sweet he felt his heart hammering in his chest. especially the closer to him you got. he couldnt contain the way his eyes would roam your figure. of course he loved the way you acted. your personality is what made him really stick to you. but he of course noticed your body. and sailing the seas on a crowded ship doesnt leave a whole lotta time for… intimacy. "okay,,, whatever you want. you unbandaged him, rubbing oils and medicine into his healing wounds. you loved the way he looked away, and how his head tilted back if it really hurt. but you wanted to make him feel good. your treatment slowly turned into a massage. hearing him quietly groan as you rubbed his muscles. "zoro" "what" "thank you for always protecting me. youre so,, cool. im really happy i got to know you" you stopped massaging him he looked at you. he didnt know what to say. he never really does. scared hed say the wrong thing, he did the only logical (in his mind) option. he grabbed the ide of your face, leaning in for a kiss. you met him halfway. he tasted so good. he couldnt get enough of you. he wanted it all. but he knew you'd say he was too injured. he just hoped this moment never ended