i love luffy and ado

He brings you past to wide pools of crystal water alongside trimmed hedges and greenery. He approaches a set of arched double doors and grabs the lock box hooked around the handles. He punches in a code to open it and a key falls out. He catches it in his palm and turns to jingle it at you.

“Benvenuta,” he purrs in Italian.

“Is this… a hotel?” You wonder.

“It’ll be our hideout for the next little while.” He opens your hand and presses the key into your palm. “Go on.”

“I…” you look down at the key. “No, no. It’s yours. I couldn’t.”

“Ours!” He corrects as he runs his hand up your forearm to just above your elbow. He turns you to face the doors and sidles behind you. He puts his hands on your shoulders and crowds you. “Come on. It’s exciting, isn’t it?”

“Sure, very. It’s just… I don’t know. You do it.” You turn to him and his hands barely miss your chest as they fall. He inhales and his brows twitch. “Please,” you shove the keys against his chest. “Just… it doesn’t feel right if I do it.”

“Alright, sweetheart, no problem.” He wraps his hand around yours and slides the keys free. “Don’t wanna do anything that doesn’t feel right.”

His eyes flick down then up and his jaw squares. He takes another deep breath. He moves around you subtly and unlocks the door with a single hand. His other hovers by your lower back.

“Come on, you gotta at least be curious.” He pulls the key free and gestures you inside.

“It’s… okay! Okay! I just… I don’t want to overstep.” You clasp your hands together.

“Never,” his fingertips graze your shorts as he drops his hand completely to his side.

You poke your head in as he stays close. He reaches over casually to flip on the light switch; the sort you have to twist. Above, a chandelier of tear drop bulbs bloom to light. You bat your lashes as you look around. 

A marble staircase trimmed in iron railings winds up to another level in the foyer and a rounded archway looks into a sunny front room, pulsing with the refracted light from the ripples outside the wall of glass panes. You look to the other side, another archway, a dining area with wooden chairs and a clear glass table.

“Which way to our room?” You ask.

Nick chuckles.

“This is it.”

“What?”

“All of this. This is where we’re staying.”

“Huh?” You sway. “But this is like a whole house.”

“All ours.” He assures.

“Hmm,” you hum and lean forward, too wary to take a step.

“You don’t like it?” He wonders.

“I love it but… I don’t want to break anything or… I don’t know. It’s so much! This is bigger than my apartment. Bigger than the house I grew up in.”

“Really, you haven’t even seen the whole thing.” He chides.

“This alone,” you peer between the archways.

He grins. “There’s a real pool in the back…”

“Oh, shut up!” You smack his arm playfully. “You’re not serious.”

He laughs again. “I am,” he looks down at his bicep where you hit him.

You gulp. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to– I was only joking–”

“Sweetheart, you do whatever you want to me.” He looks up at you. “I don’t mind.”

“Err, you’re too nice, Nick.” You sigh. “Well, maybe I shouldn’t stay too long. I’m sure you have lots of work to do… when am I going back?”

“Trying to get away already?” His voice sinks.

“No, no. I just… I keep seeing all this stuff about the movie. I saw a whole ET thing on the new actor they hired.”

“Young kid. He’s got a good reference,” Nick’s tone goes dull. “I don’t want think about work right now.”

“I’m sorry,” you tug on your ear lobes nervously. He narrows his eyes and touches your elbows.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m not upset.” He brushes along your forearms. “Do I really scare you that much?”

“Scare me? Not exactly. It’s just… this is the furthest I ever went from home and you’re like famous and I’m… no one.” You giggle meekly. “Oh, I didn’t mean to say all that out loud.”

“No, I like your honestly.” He insists. “Sweetheart, people lie to me every day. They say what they think I want to hear. They pretend to be who they think I want to know. Thing is, I don’t want to know anyone but you.”

“You’re too sweet.” You rock and fold your hands in front of your stomach. “Well… is Leon here? Maybe I could help out while you’re working–”

“What’d I say about work talk?” He grits.

You make an O with your lips. His eyes dart down to your mouth. “Oops! I’m not meaning to… I guess… I don’t know what to do or say!”

“Well, I mentioned the pool…” He suggests.

You smile but it falls just as quickly. You slap your forehead. “Gee, I think I forgot a suit.”

“Forgot your bikini?” He tuts.

“Bikini? No…” you blush hotly. “I… I had a whole list and I forgot to put that on it.”

“That’s alright. I’m down for skinny dipping if you are.” Your eyes go wide. He tilts his head then snickers. “Kidding… obviously.”

“Oh. Hahaha. Of course. That would be… ha.” You cough. “Well, I could put on shorts and I think I have like a tee shirt–”

“On it, sweetheart,” he pulls out his phone. “The girls are coming with our luggage. I’m sure they can find you something on the way.”

“No, I couldn’t–”

“You can. It’s done.” He taps the screen with his thumb and lowers the phone. “It’s too hot in this city not to swim.” He leans on one foot as he watches you. “And you’re not gonna let me hang out all by myself, are you?”

You stare at him and chew your cheek. You came this far and he’s done so much. You can’t be ungrateful. Besides, it’s just a swimsuit. It’s all your fault for being so dang forgetful.

“Of course not.” You relent. “I… thank you, Nick. You’re so…” you search for the end of the sentence as his brows tweak. “Nice to me. Really. You’re like the nicest person I’ve met in LA.”

You failed to account for the detox period. You hadn't been given suppressants since your abduction, but your last doses would take time to fully leave your system. A week ago, you hadn't even known to be grateful to those trace chemicals. Part of you wished you could apologize to them now. Your body is screaming for an alpha. They find you crying on the bed, mattress half-soaked beneath you. You had long-abandoned the sense that would keep you out of their dirty laundry. Far past the point of embarrassment, you hardly look up from the gym shirt you are huffing, and only grind harder on your pillow.

Bruce is immediately by your side. His cool hands press your blazing forehead, and you whimper.

"Sweetheart," he tuts, "Why didn't you call for us?"

His hands slide down, coming to rest on your hips. Hushing your desperate whines, he slows you to a gentle rock. You want to snap at him, but are distracted by Clark's hands on yours. It appears he took your distraction as an opportunity to undress. He's loosening your grip on the shirt, he's taking it, and the growl crawls up your throat before you can think better of it. Your hips are forced to stop. Bruce closes his teeth around your earlobe it a hum of disapproval. Cowed, you relinquish the shirt.

"I thought you'd be flattered. It is your shirt."

"I can't be flattered that much. She knows how to behave."

Clark laughs in disbelief. Then, he reclines, patting your thigh.

"Come on, pretty girl. Up with you."

Bruce lets you go with a squeeze. Abandoning your soiled pillow, you clamber up to Pa's Clark's face. He guides you over him, and you just resist resuming your ride on his jaw. His fingers are too slow when they run between your lips. Cool air blows across your folds, and you almost paint his face right then. Almost.

"Please," You're actually crying now. "I need it. I'll die. I'm going to die here."

That gets a chuckle out of Bruce. Mercifully, Clark wastes no time coming to your rescue. You're promptly seated. His hot tongue draws from your clit to your entrance, setting a steady rhythm. Your desperation is not quelled by the muscle's shallow dips into your hole. This won't be enough; you know it.

Your attention shifts to Bruce, and it seems he was waiting for it. He slowly undresses, preening under your gaze. The sight of his half-hard cock makes your mouth water.

Clark's own member stands eager before you. It looks warm, practically glowing. It's thick, and pink, and god, you can smell it. You'd put it in your mouth if you could reach. You settle to take it in your hand. The skin is soft and warm, and you feel a little twitch beneath your palm. You're so transfixed by the bead of precum rolling over your fingers, you don't notice the alpha gasp into your folds.

Bruce reaches over and guides your hand away. Tears threaten to return as you look to him for explanation. He was taking this, too? They already took your shirt. It wasn't fair.

"You aren't ready yet, remember love?"

Suddenly, it's all too much. You're sobbing, begging for more than they're giving you but you can't put it to words. Dad wraps around you, guiding you to sit on Pa's chest. You lean into his warmth, savoring the smell of his skin. It's reassuring. Bruce looks to Clark, now unoccupied. There's an apprehension shared between them, neither willing to move first. All the while, you're still pleading into the junction of Bruce's shoulder. He tries to rub your back, but it only agitates you further. Tearfully, you bite down.

Now Clark never considered himself to be the kind of man moved by a tantrum, but he wasn't heartless. They hadn't taken care of you properly, and you were suffering for it. He watches Bruce gently detatch you. The sight of your teary face, cradled in your dad's hands, will be the end of him.

"Shhh. You don't have to say it, just take what you need." He's unsure if his words are getting through to you.

He's pretty taken aback when you practically leap onto his dick. Bruce puts a hand to your hip.

"Slow down. Don't hurt yourself."

Unhindered, you spin to face them. You line Pa up with your hungry cunt and sit. He goes in smooth, with a mouth-watering pressure. You moan in pure relief. You're going to be okay. You just need a little more. Gathering the strength in your legs, you begin to move. Clark gasps, and Bruce's eyebrows shoot up his forehead. They had fully intended to open you up with their fingers first. Still, they let you bounce to your heart's content, only petting your hair and kissing your hands. God help you, it's not enough.

You practically knock the wind out of Clark with how suddenly you sink over his knot. It hardly even stings. The stretch is easily overarched by the most intense orgasm of your life. You nearly black out. Every muscle, plenty you'd never known you had, tenses and quivers. A guttural cry pours out of your mouth.

When you come to, Bruce's arms are holding you steady through the aftershocks. You gradually regain a hold of yourself. You feel so full, and warm. Clark's knot keeps him snugly pressed into your sweet spot. Your pussy continues to milk him, and the animal fading from your mind wants to make him give you more. Bruce takes a hand off you to rest it on Clark's flushed, heaving chest. You feel Bruce smiling against your temple. You also feel his very hard member against your back. He kisses your forehead before shifting further to Clark. The Kryptonian seems nearly brain dead, giving only an airy grunt when Bruce cards through his hair.

The warm haze is really giving way. The thing you so lovingly conquered is starting to feel more like an intrusion. You've been knotted. You practically knotted yourself. The one thing they hadn't taken from you, and you threw it at them because you wanted to cum.

You want off, and a shower. The slick soaking your lower half feel worse every cooling second. You shift backwards on your knees to allow Clark up, his softening cock sliding out of you. Painfully empty Mercifully free, you begin to crawl further back. Bruce catches you.

"Hold on. Is that how you treat your family?" He's smiling in spite of his scolding. "Your Pa just gave you something very special. What do you say?"

That you were the only one who gave anything up here?

"Thank you, Pa."

Clark is practically glowing as he surges towards you. By the time you could yelp, you were already gently laid beneath him. He pushes back your sweaty hair. His teary eyes rove over your body.

"Oh baby, you did so good. You're so good for trusting us." His hands trace lower and lower. "Does it hurt? You can tell Pa where it hurts."

Bruce's hands come to rest on Clark's shoulders. He leans in, as if to whisper a secret, but speaks loud and clear.

"Dad will kiss it all better," he promises with a wolfish grin.

Clark moves to let him at you. As you get a full view of his manhood, a bolt of fear pierces your abdomen. It's not quite as big as Clark's but it looks... angry. They couldn't expect you to do that twice in one night. Your slick was starting to dry tacky on your thighs, and the relaxed openness between your hips was making way for a more familiar, anxious tightness. But in Bruce's eyes, there shines the very expectation.

"Br-Dad, please, I just took one and I'm sore-"

He shushes you again.

"I told you, I'll kiss it better." His grip is firm on your thigh: a warning. You freeze. Clark takes the opportunity to drag you up to the headboard with him. A growl escapes Bruce at the sudden theft. You're held to Clark's warm, rumbling chest, forced to face the unsatisfied apha. The alien rests his chin on your shoulder, getting right up to your ear. His purr drowns out your hammering heart.

Bruce's gaze softens at the sight of you both. He takes your stiff, quivering legs, and gently hooks them over Clark's. Clark's hands begin to press into you breasts, gently kneading and stroking. The next moment, Bruce is upon you. There is no escaping his mouth. True to his word, he kisses every part of your aching pussy he can reach. He uses his fingers for what what he can't. You shamefully acknowledge that the obscene squelching is much more your own renewed arousal than his saliva. You let every whine and whimper pass your lips. The light pinch on your nipple, the thorough massaging of your insides, the constant suckling and laving against your clit: it's too much. There's nowhere to even squirm but deeper into them.

The inevitable second orgasm comes. This one leaves you jittery. You know what's coming next.

"Just focus on how good it feels," Clark whispers.

In spite of yourself, you feel the tension in your gut uncoil a little. His breath is warm, and his deep purr soothes something in your bones.

Bruce takes your attention back with another kiss. He is slotted above you, one hand pushing you deeper into the kiss, and the other lining him up with your entrance. He begins to press in, and you sob.

"No, no, sweetheart," he tries to hush you as he thumbs over your clit. "This is good. You already love it."

Easy to say when you're not the one being bitched. He pushes deeper with a cracked groan, slowly bottoming out. He drags back out, feeling your walls squeeze in protest. You're granted a few shallow thrusts before he stops with just his tip resting in you. His thumb sits heavy on your clit. He's still smiling at you, but it's more mischievous than proud. It makes you nervous again.

"I don't know that I should just give you what you want. You haven't been very grateful for what you've gotten so far."

Before you can grovel, Clark scoffs, grabs a great handful of Bruce's ass and hilts him into you. You shriek in surprise. Bruce's hand leaves you to catch himself against the mattress.

"Be nice. It's her first time."

"Second, technically."

"First time with you. And she won't want a second if you act up like this."

Clark readily replaces the fingers on your clit, determined to get you to your third peak. Bruce snorts, but begins fucking you in earnest. Each thrust is delicious and punishing. Clark amps up the intensity, pressing and pinching your clit. You can't hear yourself, can't understand that you're saying as you say it anyway. Your toes curl; you kick into empty air. You find some purchase on Bruce's back, and dig your claws. His pupils blow out as he shoves his knot into you.

You feel like the best omega in the world as he fills you up.

he would be so enamored with you when you wander off into the woods one day as a young child and aren’t immediately frightened to see the king of curses. you don’t cower in fear or beg for mercy, but instead ask him why is face looks like that and how he could have so many arms. what did you even do with that many arms?

he just laughs at you before you pout, asking what’s so funny and he just replies with “nothing, little one”. the rest of the day is spent in his arms as he tells you all the tales that those four arms have lived through. you were none the wiser to his bloodlust nor his reputation as a curse. for someone who found it necessary to be feared and worshipped, he found it strange how he endeared he was like with your unabashed questions and comments about just about everything, including him.

by the end of the evening, you can hear your family calling out to you for you to return. you ask your new friend if you can see him again tomorrow so he can tell you more stories, but he sends you off with a gentle pat and says “just wait for me, little one. we’ll see each other again one day”

and just like that, he was gone when you turned to look back at him, only seeing the sunset casting down between the mountains behind you. you were overjoyed to tell your parents all about your new friend, unaware of their horror at your encounter with a curse. but not just any curse, the king of curses.

“w-what did you say his name was, dear?”

“huh, i don’t know. he didn’t tell me. but he told me to wait for him so he can see me again!”

desperate for the safety of their daughter, your poor parents went to seek council at the town’s sorcerers for protection. perhaps they should have kept this information to themselves, for the sorcerers decided that in order to appease sukuna’s wrath for the town, their daughter would be offered as his sacrifice when he comes back for her like he promised.

the town cast you, not daring to associate themselves with the sacrifice lest they catch the attention of the king of curses themselves. you were never akin to their reasoning, you just felt their willful ignorance at best and blatant cruelty at worst.

despite the fact that the town had sukuna’s interests in mind, he could not feel more at ease with his decision to burn the place to the ground. a town so willingly to throw you in harms way without a second thought to save themselves was a town that simply did not deserve to be spared his wrath and might. the cruelty shown to his little bride did not go unnoticed either, even as she grew into a fine young woman, no one dared to cross paths with her unless absolutely necessary.

it only fueled his rage when he would see her sitting under the tree they met all those years ago, letting her heart openly bleed and weep from the sheer loneliness she felt without her only friend. or at least she thinks she had, her parents always told her that he was just imaginary, for no one could look the way she described him to be. it only further broke her heart, letting the world of being utter alone weigh heavy on her spirit.

but when he saw her at his sacrificial post, bound in heavy chains and rope at the witching hour of the evening, scantily dressed despite the downpour of the storm brewing, utterly left for dead in the name of appeasing him. the look of betrayal and terror on your face was enough to make him want to set the world ablaze so that there would be no one left to hurt you ever again.

“i told you i would see you again one day, little one.”

his voice startled you and you felt a flush of shame run deep within you. here was your only friend, finally and truly in the flesh, yet were on the brink of exhaustion from the cold and the sorrow you wept at being discarded so easily. but sukuna broke the chains with ease, wrapping your shivering form in his own cloak and arms, holding you close to him.

You and Clark stay for breakfast with Bruce, enjoying the attention they lavish on you. You had to assume that with Bruce’s reputation, you’d never hear from him again. You know it’ll be gone once you leave the manor, and you’ll likely never talk about this evening with Clark again, but it was nice to live in ignorant bliss for one evening. It shocks you more than Clark when Bruce invites the two of you over for dinner the very next weekend. Clark is quick to answer for you and says you both would love to; he’s been dying for you to finally meet Bruce.

Bruce teases Clark and tells you about how much he gushes about you, earning a shy blush from Clark, who smiles sheepishly at you. Unease settles quietly in your gut; you hadn't realized they were already so close. Clark assures you Bruce's playboy persona is all an act; he's actually quite taken with you. You laugh nervously, picking at your breakfast with your fork. You had only met Bruce the night before, surely they were just in high spirits from such a wild night. Bruce tells you Clark knew that you were perfect for them from the first time he'd ever met you, and it clicked. They were together and trying to rope you in as what? A third? A casual fuck they could call on when they were feeling frisky?

Shame flooded your entire body as you recounted the night's events and realized how stupid you were. The subtle glances they exchanged, the way Clark knew where the balcony was, and the fact that Bruce happened to catch you two alone. They set you up, and you walked right into it. You stood abruptly and thanked Bruce for breakfast, stammering that you should get going. You did have an article to write after all. Bruce becomes unreadable as he says there's no reason to rush out so soon, you're more than welcome to use his library as a quiet space to work for the day. You politely declined and left as soon as you could, driving home in silence as you mulled over everything.

Clark texted you a myriad of apologies, saying it wasn't their intention to upset you and that he was sure everything would fix itself if you just came to dinner and let them explain everything. You were half tempted to block him, but you two were a star duo at the planet. Perry wouldn't take kindly to your falling out. You ignored Bruce's voicemail, not even bothering to see what kind of excuse he would come up with. You just hoped they would get the hint and move on to the next poor unsuspecting girl.

Soon enough, you found yourself bumping into them at the most inconvenient of times. Bruce was there when you got a flat on the way back from a Gotham Knights game, claiming to have been just passing by. You declined his help and called your roadside service, despite his insistence on changing your tire himself. He happened to be at every gala the Planet sent you to, offering to buy you dinner in exchange for another interview. You saw Clark in every cafe you frequented, leading you to stop going out altogether. You bumped into Clark at the grocery store, and he offered to help you carry your bags back to your apartment. All you asked of them was to leave you alone.

It finally comes to a head when both of them are waiting outside your apartment building, offering to walk you to wherever you were headed. Clark guessed you wanted to go to your favorite coffee shop since you hadn't been in weeks. Bruce suggested the three of you take a walk in Centennial Park and just talk things out. Can't you see that they're serious about you? You're not just a fling to them; they want you just as much as they want each other.