I'm Not Into That (Unless You're Up For It...)

//always still accepting for u, nerd (I’m love Wendy??) 

47. My muse chokes yours during sex.

Ace’s hand pressed down a little harder as he thrust into her again--the gasp that escaped her just spurred him on. There was a small glimmer of fear in her eyes--the eternal question of “should I really trust a pirate like this?” that he knew she was always struggling with anyhow--but the heat in her expression was clearly winning. 

Her breath was becoming thinner, higher pitched sounds escaping her with each thrust. Her hands scrabbled at his back, blunt nails leaving scratch marks on his shoulders, and she desperately tried to spread her legs even wider, let his cock fuck deeper into her. His other hand trailed down to her clit, fingers rubbing insistently. The overload of sensations would’ve made it hard enough to breathe already--the insistent press of his hand made it near-impossible. 

Still, he let up now and then, letting her take breaths so deep they almost made her dizzy, before cutting her off from it again. She groaned, though it came out as a messy almost-gurgle as he pressed his hand down harder still--her pussy clamped around him as she came, hips rocking erattically. 

He pulled his hand away, moving it to her hip as he kept fucking her, the sounds of his thrusts sloppier now that she’d cum. 

10. Your muse leaves bite marks all over my muse.

“Goddamn, you’re gonna leave me looking a mess.” He commented as Davy’s teeth sunk into his throat--his voice was thin, breathy, his hips rolling forward to thrust deeper inside of Davy. He glanced down to look at where his hips met Davy’s--there was already a significant number of bruises blooming on his stomach and his hips. He had no doubt there was at least five hickeys on his right shoulder alone. 

“Nnmh.” Davy mumbled in the crook of his throat, thrusting back into the movement of Ace’s hips. “Good.”

19. My muse puts a blindfold on your muse. 

“I’m surprised the great and powerful Crocodile is letting me get away with this.” He said, chuckling lightly. He had to joke around--if he didn’t, the gravity of having an ex-warlord at his feet was going to seriously fuck with him. 

“It’ll be our secret, though.” He whispered against the man’s ear, delicately placing the silky cloth over his eyes and deftly tying it behind his head. He stepped back, letting a thrill shoot up his spine at the sight--Crocodile, in all his glory, on his knees. His hands impatient atop his bare thighs, the blush on his face almost hidden--almost--by the blindfold. Ace chuckled again, and he could see Crocodile’s already hard cock jump at the sound. 

Despite her current situation, and the forwardness she had presented up until this point, she still couldn’t help but get a bit flustered at the simple yet gentle act of him complimenting her hair.

“T-thanks…” She spoke softly, feeling silly for faltering over something like that. Quickly she reached down to unbutton her jeans, her trembling hands making it a bit harder than usual. “Uhm, I-I know it’s weird, but if it’s ok, I’d really like to keep my shirt on.” As she spoke, she slipped her thumbs into the waist of her now loose jeans and pulled them down a bit, just barely revealing the top of her baby blue panties. “But besides that… y-you can take off anything you want.” She glanced over her shoulder and up at him, watching for his response.

“Of course you can keep your shirt on. Whatever makes you comfy, okay?” He reached out a hand to run over her thigh, eyes caught by the scars on her legs. He moved his hand to her hips, tracing the edge of her panties. 

(maybe)

Oh, really? Only saving yourself for older men, or something? 

Guess you’ll never get to have fun with me. Shame. 

Despite her current situation, and the forwardness she had presented up until this point, she still couldn’t help but get a bit flustered at the simple yet gentle act of him complimenting her hair.

“T-thanks…” She spoke softly, feeling silly for faltering over something like that. Quickly she reached down to unbutton her jeans, her trembling hands making it a bit harder than usual. “Uhm, I-I know it’s weird, but if it’s ok, I’d really like to keep my shirt on.” As she spoke, she slipped her thumbs into the waist of her now loose jeans and pulled them down a bit, just barely revealing the top of her baby blue panties. “But besides that… y-you can take off anything you want.” She glanced over her shoulder and up at him, watching for his response.

“That’s fine.” Ace nodded--even with the ridiculous craving he was feeling for her touch, he kept trying to remind himself that communication was the most important. “Do you...Uh. Is it okay if the front of your shirt is open, or do you want it all the way buttoned up?” 

He ran a hand over her torso, grabbing at one of her breasts through the layers of fabric. “Either is fine.” He pulled his hands away, running them teasingly down his own torso. He wanted to put on a bit of a show for her--since he’d have her putting on a show for anyone paying close enough attention to the balcony soon. He teased at the waistband of his shorts, running a hand over the bulge quickly before popping the button open.

He pulled the zipper down painfully slow, letting his cock fall forth, fully exposed. He didn’t bother wearing underwear most of the time. 

fire-fisted:

“It’s perfect.” He ran his hand over one of her thighs, holding back a possessive growl. “You got here so quick….have you done this before?” He moved his hand to her inner thigh as he teased her. “Did you already let someone fuck you senseless on this balcony?” 

His hand dipped between her thighs–he traced the seam in her pants, pressing it up to where he knew it would be teasing against her pussy, even through the layers of cloth. “I bet you’re wet enough that you’re gonna soak through these pants. It’s okay–I’m in the same boat with that.” 

And he was–his cock was straining against the fly of his pants, a damp spot growing obvious where the tip was pressed to the fabric. He was gushing pre-cum, and he imagined Wendy was equally soaked.

She moaned out loud, her hand reaching out to grab the railing of the balcony to keep herself upright. The blonde licked her lips as he pressed into her.

“Ah~ No, I’ve n-never done anything like this… b-but I’ve thought of it before.” Quietly, she reached back, running her other hand over the man’s thigh and across his hardening cock. Wendy couldn’t help but let out a small gasp as she felt him. She couldn’t help but already imagine the size, and how it would feel inside her.

“D-did I really get you this excited?” Her voice carried no sadistic overtones, rather she seemed to be surprised. She genuinely couldn’t help but blush a bit brighter at the thought of arousing someone else to this level.

“Wh--” He huffed out a bit of a laugh in surprise, though it mixed with a moan at her touching him. “Of course you did.” He relaxed, pressing his hips forward a bit. “Who wouldn’t be excited about this....you’re a babe, and we’re about to fuck on a balcony. Like...come on.”

fire-fisted:

“Good girl…” He smirked, somehow able to keep his panting to himself. He felt like he was burning up…but he was determined to keep in control if it made Wendy act like this. He pulled at the buttons on her vest, practically tearing it off her. 

“Take me somewhere I can fuck you nice and good–somewhere people can see how good your naughty pussy takes my dick, okay?” He moved his hand from her buttons to palm at his own cock–he was ridiculously hard, considering they hadn’t done much touching yet. 

Her eyes lit up with lust, running a hand over his back. She thought to herself for just a moment before carefully leaning back up and taking his free hand.

“I-I think I know somewhere.” With that, she hurriedly pulled him along behind her, nervously looking around, not sure how she could ever possibly explain being caught with such an infamous pirate. After a few minutes of turns and nearly tripping over her own feet, she pulled him towards a set of glass doors, carefully sliding them open to reveal a small balcony, just big enough to comfortably fit two or three people, which overlooked a courtyard a few stories below. “Is this uhm… c-close to what you had in mind?”

“It’s perfect.” He ran his hand over one of her thighs, holding back a possessive growl. “You got here so quick....have you done this before?” He moved his hand to her inner thigh as he teased her. “Did you already let someone fuck you senseless on this balcony?” 

His hand dipped between her thighs--he traced the seam in her pants, pressing it up to where he knew it would be teasing against her pussy, even through the layers of cloth. “I bet you’re wet enough that you’re gonna soak through these pants. It’s okay--I’m in the same boat with that.” 

She nearly jumps out of her skin as she feels his fingers slide over her muscles, a new wave of arousal washing over her. The heat she had been thrown into had managed to nearly erase any of her normal inhibitions as she found herself pressing closer to him, resting her chin on his shoulder. Wendy spoke again, her voice now clearly desperate.

“P-Please do whatever you want to me. I promise I’ll be y-you’re good girl no matter what.”

“Good girl...” He smirked, somehow able to keep his panting to himself. He felt like he was burning up...but he was determined to keep in control if it made Wendy act like this. He pulled at the buttons on her vest, practically tearing it off her. 

1. Discomfort/Disgusted2. Confused/Uncomfortably aroused3. Slightly aroused4. Very aroused5. Had an orgasm in their sleep