Me Myself And I

You started to pull your hand away, cheeks hot. "I thought maybe you'd like it," you admitted. Mihawk caught your wrist and guided your touch back to the underside of his shaft. "If you intend to wake me like this," he murmured, voice silken and low, "then do it properly." Your breath hitched. "Tell me how." He adjusted the angle of your stroke, then released you so he could watch you take over. "Good. Learn my body," he said, gaze heavy with approval. "If you dare to rouse me by hand, I expect your technique to match your audacity."

Charlotte Katakuri

The moment your hand slid under the blankets and wrapped around the thick, heavy length resting against his thigh, he reacted instantly. His breath stuttered, sharp and low, and his eyes opened slowly. "You're touching me there already?" he murmured, voice still rough from sleep. You nodded, whispering, "I wanted you before you woke up." His jaw clenched, eyes dropping to where the blankets shifted with your strokes. "You're playing with something you can barely hold onto with one hand."

You swallowed when his cock hardened fully in your grip, thick enough that your fingers didn't meet. "Katakuri--Fuck, you're already huge," you breathed. His voice dipped lower. "You're going to take responsibility for waking me like this, keep your hands right there." His thumb traced your waist, surprisingly gentle for someone his size. "Stroke me slower... good. Just like that." His hips pushed into your palm, restrained but unmistakably eager. "You have no idea what you've started... But you will."

Crocodile

Crocodile was a heavy sleeper, but not when it came to danger or the slow drag of your hand closing around his cock under the sheets. His breath halted mid-exhale, eyes opening with a predatory glint as he looked down at you touching him. "Trying to steal a reaction from me, mm?" he asked. You whispered, "Wanted to feel you wake up in my hand." He let out a quiet, amused hum. "You naughty girl."

His hand slid to your thigh, fingers digging into the soft flesh as his cock thickened against your palm. "Was this your way of asking for trouble?" he murmured, guiding your wrist into a slower, firmer stroke. You gasped softly, "You got hard so fast..." "Of course I did, look at who's touching me." Your grip tightened instinctively. "Does that feel good?" He exhaled sharply, hips lifting once. "Keep it up and I'll show you how good it feels."

Donquixote Doflamingo

Doflamingo woke with a sharp inhale that tremored into a low laugh when he felt your fingers sliding along the base of his cock. His grin spread instantly, "My little minx, waking me with your hands on my cock?" he drawled. You fired back, "You're always teasing me. Consider it payback." His shades slid down just enough for you to see the heat in his eyes. "If this is revenge, perhaps you should seek it out more often."

He sat up slightly, one leg sliding between yours as his hand cupped the back of your neck and brought you closer. "Touch me harder," he murmured, guiding your wrist. You moaned softly, "You're already so thick--" He chuckled smuggly, "And getting thicker because of you." His other hand traveled to your thigh, squeezing the plush flesh there as he watched your fist move along him. "Look at you, touching me like you own me." Your breath hitched. "Maybe I do." He smirked, licking his teeth. "Then prove it. Don't stop until I decide you've earned your reward."

Caesar Clown

Caesar was snoring obnoxiously until your hand slid under the thin sheet and wrapped around his cock. He jolted awake with a strangled gasp, eyes blowing wide. "Eeeh?! W-what are you-- ngh-- doing down there?!" he sputtered. You grinned, voice low. "Waking you up properly." His head fell back with a groan. "Hahaha! You wicked woman, having your way with me before I'm even fully conscious!"

But the moment your thumb stroked his leaking tip, his bravado cracked into a breathless whine. "Y-you're so good at this..." he muttered, thighs twitching as his cock hardened in your grip. You smirked, leaning in. "Tell me if you like it.", "I--I love it!" he yelped, then slapped a hand over his mouth when his voice echoed. He grabbed your wrist, not to stop you, but to rut into your hand. "D-don't stop! Keep stroking me just like that!" You laughed softly. "Sensitive, aren't you?" His eyes went hazy. "For you? Terribly."

Buggy

Buggy jolted awake the instant your fingers wrapped around his cock, his head and torso popping upright while his hips stayed frozen under the blankets. "G-gah! Sweetheart, you can't just--" His protest collapsed into a shaky moan when you stroked him again. You leaned in, grinning. "Why not? You're adorable when you moan like that." His detached head twisted toward you, cheeks bright under the paint. "I am not adorable--You just grabbed the Captain's treasure without warning!"

His body thudded back together as he dropped onto the pillows, grabbing the sheets while you tightened your grip. "O-oh fuck, you're actually not half bad," he muttered, toes curling. "Actually?" you teased. "Fine--You're amazing!--Happy?!" he groaned, tugging you closer as his cock twitched eagerly in your palm. "You--you touching me like this the second I wake up..." His breath hitched. "It makes me feel like the luckiest bastard alive." You blinked. "Really?" Buggy nodded, "Yeah, I want to enjoy every damn second of you wanting me."

Smoker

You slid your hand under the covers, fingers curling around the thick heat of Smoker's cock, and his reaction was instant. His breath hitched before his eyes opened. "...You've got some nerve waking me like that," he murmured, voice rough. You whispered, "Wanted you before patrol stole you." His hand settled over yours, guiding the movement faster instead of stopping it.

His breath faltered as he dragged a hand over his face. "Hell, you know I don't have time for this," he muttered, but the way his hips pressed into your grip betrayed him. You stroked again, and his fingers closed around your thigh, "Every damn morning you make it harder to walk away," he said, eyes finally opening to look at you with heat and frustration. He nudged your hand lower, voice roughening. "So keep going, you don't get to leave me hanging after starting this shit."