Rise of the Writer.

He was supposed to be easy pickings. He was meant to be a sweet older man with a smile that had your heart fluttering and giggle rising, just as he had been at the gambler’s table beside you all evening. This was your night out celebrating the love of your friend on her last night with her nearest and dearest before she was married the following week, and ending the night by gambling in dice and cards after drinking seemed like a good idea at the time. 

Your friends know your type and clocked the older man by the gambling table immediately. It had been their prerogative to set you up with a lover to enjoy and destress with for the evening, and this gentleman fit your flavour of partner flawlessly. Your friends mocked you by returning simple phrases you had used in the past prior, pouting their lips and giggling at your fluster as they continued to taunt you.

“Oh, that is a man right there.” 

“What I wouldn’t give to be the one to spark his pretty little pacemaker.”

“I bet I could remind him of all the sounds he’s probably forgotten he knows how to make-.”

“-That’s enough,” you shooed them with your hands, “He’s not that old. I think maybe in his fifties. He also seems extremely kind… and gentle… and he wears his clothes well… and he’s…”

“...he’s ripe ‘bee keeping age’,” the bride taunted you, “Go on. As a wedding present to me, see if you can make that old man ask to take you home. You could be his type, you know. Never know until you ask.” 

And so, you did. You asked if the seat beside him was occupied and took it as he reached forward and pulled it out for you. It was obvious he was blind, which he wore quite well by using every opportunity to ask you to help him read the cards and the dice. You found yourself smiling through every little encounter, which would continue until your friends all bid you farewell for the night with a few choice glances to spur you on.

“Are…? Your friends must be wanting you to return home with them, surely,” the man spoke with a hint of melancholy in his voice, “If this is where you’re calling your evening, I’m grateful you shared some of your time here with me.” He slid his hand along the felt lining of the gambling table until he found your own. Brushing his fingers with yours, he gently caught your hand in his own and gave it a squeeze in gratitude rather than any forward intentions. 

“We all arrived here separately, sir,” you offered him as you turned your hand to claim his fingers intertwined with yours, “And I am well aware on how to get to the inn I’ve booked by myself.” Although the way his hand sought out yours was friendly, you gave him the opportunity to reciprocate any flirtations you handed to him. 

“Well, then… That… changes some things,” he rolled your digits in his own and gently stroked your index finger with his thumb, “What it doesn’t change is the fact I am fifty four years old, and you’re substantially less than that. Judging by the sound of your voice, that is.” You paid his inhibitions no mind as you turned in your stool to brush your foot against the outside of his thigh and slowly stroked his skin upwards. 

“I am not a minor. I can make decisions for myself, thank you very much,” you retorted while your foot continued to draw up towards his thighs, “As you can see from the touch we’re sharing, you’ll also notice I’m substantially shorter than you. What are you, seven foot? Eight foot tall?”

“I’m tall?” he offered you, causing your boldness to stutter to a close and shock momentarily eclipse your features. This was all waved away with a large chuckle and a gentle hand placed on your ankle, tugging it up to settle on his hip, “I’m pulling your leg in two ways, dear. I know I’m tall, and I know I’m older and far wiser than you in the prime of your youth. Are you certain you would like to go down this path with me?” 

The smile that fell returned to you while he stroked your ankle with his calloused hand. His invitation held a hidden strength within. With how you were with your chosen attraction for the older generation, you felt yourself give over to his suggestion to return with him to wherever he would lead you.

“I’d go anywhere, and try anything, with you.”

Fujitora Issho guided you through the several alleyways and passages by hand towards where he was staying in town, all the while joking with you and checking in on your comfort and if there was anything you were not interested in doing within your coupling. You were surprised at this man’s knowledge of several aspects of kink and control, with your intrigue growing further at several mentions of sea stone and sea cuffs. 

“Do you have a devil fruit, sir?” you asked him whilst turning down a pebbled path towards a small cottage-like bed and breakfast. Issho pulled out a key and gently felt along the wood for the location of the hole to slot it within. Once finding it, the flickering latch clicked back to unlock his door while he guided you in by hand. “I do, my dear. I ate the zushi zushi no mi,” he nodded politely while ushering you inside, “I can control gravity in all its forms.”

“A paramecia devil fruit,” you hummed thoughtfully, “Have you… I mean, you did offer sea stone objects in the bedroom earlier, but have you used your devil fruit… intimately?” Issho chuckled and slowly closed the door behind him, removing his shoes and placing down his stick concealing a sword within. 

“On myself or on others?” he offered, teasing you while he felt your skin prickle up with every growing moment of tension, “I feel that to be a rather personal question, don’t you?” Issho walked forward, his towering body leaning over your own while he gently stooped, “But considering you and I are about to do some fairly personal things in a moment, perhaps I should disclose some secrets.” 

Lips gently leaned down and covered your own in a gentle kiss. You were expecting a greedy night of need and release of built up tension with the older man using you, as have been your preference for older partners, but this was gentle. This was controlled. This was a man who knew how to conduct gravity to bend to his whims, and you were a recipient of his soft touch. 

The kiss lingered on, causing you to whine out like meek prey in the jaws of a predator. Your body began to flutter with the first signs of arousal whilst trembling needily in the arms of the larger man. He broke the kiss with a soft hum of satisfaction before reaching up his hand and vibrating the gravity around you. 

Within the blink of an eye, your clothes spent one second shrouding your body before they flew away from you and hung on the clothing hooks by the bathroom. You shrieked back in delighted shock at this parlour trick and covered your body from his view. 

“I am blind, dear,” he commented with a sweet smile crawling up his lips, “There is no need to cover yourself in front of me, regardless of whether I can see or not. I can hear your hands roaming your body, and I just want to assure you that you are safe with me. Do you understand?” 

“I…” a warm flush coated your cheeks while your eyes rounded up at him in awed shock, “...I understand, sir. Is this…? Do you want to be in charge like this?” 

“Darling, I have been in charge for the majority of my life, and I don’t plan on stopping in the bedroom,” he chuckled, “However, I promise you, this night will be focussed entirely on you and your pleasure. As much as I would enjoy sheathing my cock with such a sweet little thing, we do have quite a large gap in height.”

“I can take whatever you throw at me, old man,” you taunt him with a petulant edge to your voice, “If you want to put it in, I can be patient while we work up to it.” You took a dangerous step towards him, goading him into a fight with your chin high, “You don't know what I can do. I can take charge. I can hold the reins and bring pleasure your body hasn't felt in a lifetime and you'll thank me for it-, ah-!”

The breath was taken from you while the energy once again shifted to tug you close without him ever lifting a single finger. He effortlessly held you in place, toes scarcely touching the ground, while your body felt supported and embraced by the gravity surrounding you. It was as if you were being touched everywhere by nothing and everything all at once, a sensation you had never felt before. 

“Oh, my sweet little thing,” the older man teased you with such care you felt his every intention placed on his tongue, “I know you could. I have no doubt that you and I together would make quite the pair intimately.” It wasn't malicious or degrading, nothing to debuff your outburst. It was gentle and kind, mimicked only by the touch of his hand against your chin, “But it has been so long since I have used my abilities like this, it almost seems a waste not to use them; as per your earlier suggestion.”

“W-What?” you whimpered, “I did suggest-! Wait-! What-?” Your words and actions were cut off as you were hovering now in mid air, fully supported as if you were lying back on your bed with a weighted blanket shrouding you. It was comfortable, yet surreal. Cosy, yet celestial in a way that was foreign to you. You felt as if the galaxy itself was holding your body in its warm embrace as your every protest slipped away from your mind and your lips. 

“I suppose you viewed me as a sweet and easy mark for your lusting thoughts, didn't you, my little love?” he gently cooed at you as he sat back in his chair with a kind smile still on his face, “Someone you could make keel over while panting like an old dog being given a fleshy bone after a lifetime of kibble. Trust, my sweet, this is exactly what you are to me,” he further clarified while gesturing with his hands, “Knowing I get to bring pleasure to you without you touching me, or me touching you, brings me the greatest pleasure.” 

“Y-You’re not going to touch me?” you ask with a soft quiver in your voice, “Not at all?” 

“Not at first. At least, not with any skin or muscle,” he chuckled as he raised his hand beside his face, “Why would I simply touch you with one part of my flesh when I can extend myself to the world around you, focusing on you and you alone to bring you pleasure?” 

With that final exclaim, you immediately began to pant and writhe beneath your sheets of gravity while your entire body hummed and vibrated alongside it. It felt as if your body in every erogenous zone you could locate on yourself was experiencing a sultry and firm touch through the many hands the man offered you. Issho was a kind and beautiful gentleman, sitting down and concentrating on giving you the pleasure your body could not comprehend while neglecting his own. 

As you began to think about pleasing him in return for this action, the intensity picked up. You threw your head back against the support of the gravity and began to keen loudly. You closed your eyes and experienced what felt like many hands vibrating against your shoulders and lower back to rid them of knots, a firm massage to each of your thighs while tugging them outwards, all the while a heavy hum of a gravitational wave adhesed itself to your body like solder and iron. 

It felt as if you were lying in bed while simultaneously straddling a saddle that vibrated against your dripping cunt. You could feel him test your body by vibrating against your nipples and ass alongside your needy core. There was truly no room to protest as you felt the waves of a large incurrence of pleasure slip up into the pit of your belly. 

“S-S-Sir, I'm gonna-!” Pleasure began to band in your core and ooze like honey beneath the waves that continued to touch you. 

“-Issho. It's Issho, my sweet,” he corrected you firmly, “Use my name to ride what I give to you. Let me hear you breathless and enjoying yourself.” Issho picked up the intensity to the point where your eyes rolled and toes curled. There had never been a pleasure like this in your life, that you were certain. Every little need you had was identified and the gravity of the world adjusted around you to compensate. 

“Ish-, I can't-! It's-! It's too much-!” you whimpered out as you found your body falling flat against the walls of force and stopped motion. It felt as if the many hands were holding you firmly in place in an invisible grip while your cunt had no choice but to accept the vibrational onslaught of fixed pleasure. “Issho, you're gonna make-! I can't-! Isshooooughhhgrrhh-!” 

Pleasure burst and exploded in a way you could not cohesively describe to your body. The eruption of liquified ecstasy created through your belly to your back that had you arch and ride air while remaining stagnant in water. You were buoyant in bliss, rising in the baptism of euphoria while the older man coasted you through it. 

Where the first orgasm finished, the gravity died down in attention to your clit. The vibrations ended, but the force of support began to be placed elsewhere. Your lips parted to welcome a phantom tube which reminded you much of thick fingers pressing down on your tongue, while your ass and slit felt moved and shaped by a variety of sizes stretching you open. 

“You have done so well, my sweet,” he praised you delicately while pushing in further, “If you trust me to handle your pleasure, I can keep going for as long as my stamina allows me.” Your eyes widened at his promise while greed set into your belly. 

How much of this could you take? How far was he willing to stretch your resolve to affix to your pleasure? How could he sit there and wear you down like this without thinking of himself? 

“While your tongue is full, I will give you control of your fingers to click and let me know if it's too much,” he informed you, “But, as you said earlier, you can take whatever I throw at you, can't you? One click for yes, two for no.”

You clicked your fingers once, prompting another kind smile to draw up his face. 

“A very fast learner,” he praised you, “Perhaps I should give you a reward for learning so quickly.” As your mouth was filled with gravity, you had no choice but to wait patiently for the reward to be manifested without question. 

The reward hit you like an uncalculated attack. You felt a presence inside your pussy pinch with a vibrational presence of intense gravity squeeze a sensitive nerve while engaging your pleasure centre. Pleasure mounted and rode you before you had an opportunity to ride it in return. Shock, awe, and pure, unbridled and chaotic ecstasy snapped in your core while Issho chuckled at your reaction. 

Muffling a scream of his name against the invisible force of a foreign object on your tongue, your body once again erupted in a volcanic explosion of euphoria. Your body went limp while the pleasure seeped into your every pore, still without ever being touched by the older man. 

“Well done, my little love,” he praised you, causing you to whine needily in response to his words, “Oh, you sound so heavenly. I feel as if I could keep you here and doing this forever. Such a dear little thing.” You nodded eagerly against the pressure of the gravity, causing him to laugh gleefully at your greed. “Such a glutton for pleasure, aren't you?” 

You clicked once. 

He laughed once more. 

“You are so unbelievably perfect,” he rose to stand, prompting you to tilt your head with your mouth gaped still to gaze at him. He stepped forward, removing his waist belt and robes to reveal thick and taut muscle beneath his many layers. You whimpered as soon as your eyes travelled down towards his cock and focussed on the angry tip dripping with need. 

“To properly stretch you to accommodate me, I will have to have you cum a few more times before I slip myself into a space of your choosing,” he nodded to you. He stepped closer, placing his hands over the gravitational grip against your thighs and moving the tip of his cock against your clit before sliding it onto your belly with a gentle rock, “I am a very patient man, and I need you to be ready for me. Are you okay with experiencing gravity a few more times before I begin?”

You clicked once while rolling your eyes in bliss and the hypnotic call of your own pleasure. 

“Still such a fast learner, my little love,” he chuckled down at you while using his gravity to embrace you in a firm body of cosmic energy. You had never felt so seen and held in your entire life until this moment. You felt like treasure pirates sought after, or a royal entity in the hands of the kind protection of the galaxy. 

The tube-shaped, invisible object began to rock in your lips in time with Issho rocking his own hips against your body. His shaft caught your clit and rolled it with every motion, softly bringing you pleasure to your already oversensitive body. 

“You were so sweet at the table beside me, you know?” he commented and chuckled with a warmth to his voice you had come to expect from this stranger, “You could have lied to me and taken my Beri for yourself - yet, you remained such a sweet little thing: attentive and caring to a stranger to you.” Gravity picked up beneath his cock, shuddering and roaring to life against your clit and inside your cunt and ass once more. 

“Surely that deserves another reward, doesn't it?”

You clicked once. 

He laughed once more. 

“Such a fast learner,” he repeated the earlier sentiment, only this time with a catch in his throat and a growl laced within his smile, “By the time the night is out, I can honestly say that any time your ears heat the word ‘reward’, you are going to drip with want and yearn for this touch from me.” You whined at his confession, knowing it to be true in its entirety. 

He was conditioning you, and you were loving every moment of it. 

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🎶 Happy Birthday to Me 🎶

Ten.

Your back arched off the bed as you felt your encumbering high reach ever nearer. One large, skilled hand reached over your belly to push you back down onto the bed, splayed over your flesh and engulfed your much smaller form beneath their palm and fingers. While the intensity of the world began to ebb away from the cusps of reality the closer you drew, his fingers hastily left your dripping cunt and gently tapped your thigh.

“Not yet.”

Nine.

You had made a grave mistake in front of your crew a few nights prior. When they had asked everyone if they had any regrets coming into the new year over a few pints, you should’ve remained quiet. Instead, the boldness in the burn of alcohol rid your body of inhibitions as you spoke up. While Heat had suggested he should’ve dedicated more time to learning how to swim, and Killer had said he desired to learn how to perfect the most delicious lasagne, your regret was far more personal.

“I wish I had orgasmed at least once this year.” 

In lieu of an uproar of laughter that the others claimed from unearthing their wants, yours was met with a grave silence and a few empathetic clashes of tankards against your own. 

“Not even once?”

“You took a few to bed over the past couple raids. Didn’t they make you cum?”

“There was all kinds of fun happening at the pleasure district last week. I know you were there, one of the employees took your hand and lead you up to the rooms. Not even them?”

“Are you sure?”

You answered all of their questions by simply gulping back your drink and placing the container upside down on the benchtop in front of you. Shaking your head, you gave a variety of answers ranging from: “They were selfish lovers,” to, “It was my fault. Made them cum too early and they were tired,” and, “I don’t actually think I even can cum anymore,” or, “I didn’t have time to touch myself at all between the fights, workload, and sailing to different islands. Can't even fuck myself.”

While three of the commanders listened to your plight while clicking their tongues and shaking their heads, another reacted a little differently.

Wire had other plans.

Eight.

A keening whine left your lips as your clit quivered in sorrow. You had been so close to eruption that you felt the tingles lingering beneath your skin and your toes curling in annoyance. With a few quick motions, you thumped your head back against the pillow behind you. 

“Wire, please!” you called while clawing at the hand on your belly holding you down. A warm chuckle fled from his lips as he gently carved intricate circles into your skin by the caress of your thigh. 

“Not yet, sweetheart,” he gently chastised you before leaning forward towards your glistening cunt, “Just hold out a little longer. I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

Seven.

After finishing his drink at the table and watching as you drew Quincy onto the dance floor, the cogs began to tip behind his eyes. A new bar, a new day, a new raid that ended in victory by the skilled labors of the Kid Pirate crew - yet, Wire sat stewing in his mind while fermenting the many possibilities on how to repair one wrong he would see righted. 

“What’s got you all up in a tizzy, man?” Heat asked as he slumped into the chair beside Wire. Wire recoiled and looked down at his shorter friend with perplexion over his face. 

“Firstly, ‘up in a tizzy’? Really?” He furrowed his brows and turned back towards the dance floor, “Secondly, not cumming for a year.” 

“You still thinking about that?” Heat queeried as he gently nudged Wire’s shoulder with his own, “To be honest with you, so am I. A whole year? Nothing? No…?” He gestured crudely with his hands a depiction of an eruption with his fingers demonstrating a hasty fling. “Must’ve found a few shit partners. Why not ask the crew for help?”

“I have a feeling the stupid saying: ‘don’t shit where you eat,’ has something to do with it,” Wire nodded, watching as Quincy wrapped her arms around you and drew you into a playful kiss. You reciprocated with a smile on your face, breaking away thereafter and laughed with her. “Quincy could do something about that expression, or I could take matters into my own hands.”

"Oh?” Heat quirked up his brow in interest, “Didn’t think I’d see the day you’d get sweet on someone. Not gonna let Quincy do her thing?”

Wire stood without a further word, giving a pointed stare at one of his oldest friends, and turned to make his way towards you as a few hours were left on the countdown clock. Taking your hand in his own, he led you away from Quincy towards the upper rooms of the tavern you’d claimed as loot. 

Six.

“Oh, fuck,” you whimpered as he drew his face towards your pussy. His lips curled up into a smile and indulged in flicking a fat stipe against your dripping slit to your clit. He hummed enthusiastically as he latched onto your pearled bud and sucked on it. Each motion was him mouthing and indulging in his every fluid momentum. He was romancing your pussy with his motions, his eyes meeting yours as he felt the call of your bliss reach the cusps of ecstasy.

Reaching behind his head and grasping a heaved fistful of his salt and peppered hair, tugging him both into you and away from you to grind your body against his assaulting lips. Wire muffled a soft, “nuh uh,” sound into your body and removed his face from your pussy immediately. 

“Just a little longer, and I promise it’ll be worth it,” he offered sympathetically, “You’ve waited so long. Surely you can handle just a moment longer?” 

“Wire-!”

Five.

Drawing you up the stairs to the rooms they’d acquired with minimal effort was likely the longest walk of Wire’s life. What was he to say to you? “Hi, honey. I feel so bad about the thing you disclosed to me a week ago and want to fix that for you? I want to make you feel so good, cum so hard, and force you into the cusps of overstimulation until every fibre of your being feels nothing but pleasure?” 

Not a chance. 

Formulating a conversation internally as to how to bring it up himself, he was broken out of his looping mind by a small squeeze against his hand. Closing the door to the room behind you both, you gently latched the door closed and flicked the lock switch into the iron fastening. 

“You alright, commander?” you asked softly before turning to meet his eyes with your own, “I’m not in any trouble am I? I didn’t do anything I wasn’t supposed to-?” 

“-No! I, uh, I mean… No. You didn’t, honey. I just,” Wire stumbled over his words, releasing your hand in favour of withdrawing his hood and ruffling his hair, “I was just thinking about what you said the other day when we were all talking about the regrets.” 

“Oh.”

Four.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” you keened for him as he added a thick finger to your center and hooking it up to grind against your g-spot. Your eyelashes fluttered as your glossy lenses began to tear up over your lashline.

“That’s it, honey,” He praised you as he used his larger hand as an anchor to draw down your waist and press your ass back into the bed. “I’ve got you. You just wait on that edge, and I promise I’ll make you feel so fucking good. Just hold on.” 

Three.

“You said you hadn’t cum all year,” Wire clarified with you as he unfastened his cloak from his shoulders and rolled the joints back to remove the weighted material, “Did you mean it?”

Shock eclipsed your face as your lips drew slack. Wire followed your vision from your eyes to his bare shoulders now unshrouded by the tarp he usually wears to shield it. His own eyes drew wide as he stumbled over his words once more. 

“No, no, no, no, I, uh, I mean-,” he waved his hands to halt any thoughts that you may have felt regarding his disrobing in place, “It’s fucking stuffy in here, and I didn’t want the damn cloak on. I’m not meaning anything by it, I swear.” 

Your laughter erupted through your lips immediately, prompting Wire to do the same. You hadn’t even thought about the initial conversation earlier in the week. Nothing about it passed your mind due to how much fun you were having with your crewmates in the few days before the new year. 

“I don’t mind, Wire. Truly, I don’t,” you nodded while teetering off your laughter, “I honestly thought you guys would let it slide-, pass it off, even.” You shrugged nonchalantly while you moved to the other side of the room. A jug of water and a few glasses decorated the space, and you elected to pour two: one for Wire before one of your own as respect for his rank. 

You handed the glass to him and took the other for yourself. Both taking small drinks from your respective glassware, you spoke up to verbalise your woes.

“I don’t want or need your sympathy, commander,” you nod while looking down into your glass. “It was my own fault. I made a whole heap of shitty decisions, didn’t enjoy a few of the consequences, and I can live without cumming-.”

Two.

“-You’re gonna make me cum!” you whined before he halted all motion and removed his hands and tongue from your core. You mourned the loss of his attention before he replaced the hand clawing bliss from your center with his blunt cockhead. The small stretch took the wind out of your body as he pushed on in. Inch by inch he drew himself down into your smaller frame as he bit back his own groans of gasping pleasure.

He was thick, girthy, and made you feel fuller than you had in your entire life. The size difference between his nine foot frame and your smaller stature was adamant, but all of the earlier edging paid off as your cunt sucked him in. 

“Fuck, you feel good,” he whispered softly as he sunk himself down to the hilt. With his entire length now inside your walls and dragging against your walls. “You’re squeezing me so tight, honey. Fuck me.” A release of stringed, babbling curses fled his lips as he shallowly thrust inside you. 

Reaching down his hand to caress your face, he smoothed back skin and gently rubbed the pad of his thumb against the apple of your cheek.

“How are you feeling about it all?” he asked you while he gently rocked in and out of your hot, slick, cunt. “Too much, not enough, not like this, with something else to make it better like this?” His questions lingered in the air as your eyes squeezed shut. 

Each second that passed earlier had been almost a form of torture as you felt your orgasm fizz up, only to snuff out by the works of his lips, hands, and tongue. His cock had you feeling engulfed by his girth and stretched to your maximum capacity, but your body felt as if it would never reach the high it needed without him completely sheathed inside your cunt.

“Just like this, Wire.” You nodded up at him with your brows triangulating in the center of your forehead, “Please. Please, Wire? I need to cum. Please let me cum? I need you to make me cum. I can’t go another second without you inside me. Fuck me, Wire.” 

Wire found a new rise of determination swell within his abdomen as he set a brutal pace fucking into your desperate heat. At each cruel and unforgiving ‘plap, plap, plap,’ of his hips meeting your own, a small gasped and choking moan would spill from your parted lips each time his hips would still. 

“You’re being so patient, darling,” he praised you as he changed his position to cradle you up into his chest, “And you’re doing so well. This whole y-, fuck,” he rolled his eyes as he drew you up onto his lap. You straddled his hips and fucked yourself down desperately against his lap. Your clit brushed against his pelvis and neatly trimmed pubic hair, and your hands immediately drew themselves up onto his shoulders. 

“F-Fu-huck,” you cried out desperately as your edge again called to you. “Please, can I cum? Please, Wire? Can I cum? Will you let me cum now? Please?” Your desperation was picked up in every hitching syllable of your crying lips. Wire could do nothing but to cradle you against him and feel the way your walls began to rhythmically contract and squeeze him to the capacity you could. 

“Wait,” he gasped as he felt his own high ebb on the knife’s edge. He was so worked up from edging you for so long, he couldn’t let himself release before you had been given the chance to. The way your body felt made for him caused his brows to crease and eyes to squeeze tightly shut.

“Now.”

One.

“-I refuse to let your year start off without at least one orgasm under your belt, pardon the pun,” he chastised you firmly before rephrasing his ill-temper, “I mean, I… fuck. I’m sorry. Honey, we’re pirates. We sail, we drink - or some of us do, we fight, we fuck, and we cum. You… you deserve to cum.” 

“Wire-,” you started, only for him to strike you down with a further warning.

“-I won’t have it. You said, and I quote: ‘I wish I had orgasmed at least once this year,’ am I right?” he asked you softly while stepping towards the altar where you drew water for you both, “To make myself completely clear as glass: I am propositioning you. I like you, honey,” he confessed so plainly it seemed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world to you. 

He gently raised his hand up to hover at your cheek, not yet bringing it to caress your skin and waiting for you to make a decision. Should you back out, he would leave you there to return to the party, or to sleep - both of which were more than viable options.

Or.

You were now given the chance to lay with your commander and experience being the central focus for a channel of lust. For too long had you laid back and endured the mediocre. For too long had you done all of the work for your partner to experience that encumbering high, only to roll over and slumber almost immediately. For too long had you journeyed with the Kid Pirates and withheld your feelings for the tallest commander in the hopes that they would die down and never rise once more.

But here he was, the man of your desires, offering himself to you in a way you had only ever dreamed of. He was willing to not only fuck you, but make you achieve the one thing you had long-since deprived yourself of. 

“I… I like you too, Wire,” you gasped softly while leaning into his palm with your cheek. You closed your eyes on impact and felt the emotions begin to trickle over the edge in every breath. Wire gasped as your head met his hand, a small moan fled his lips as he gazed upon you with nothing but longing and love. Lust lingered below the depths of his persona, but his love was adamant. 

“When do you want to do this?” he asked you while thumbing over your cheek and leaning in closer. His lips gently brushed its borders against your own, tasting the breath he longed to share with every soft touch. 

“Now.”

Happy New Year.

Pleasure crested in your chest as the encumbering heat bloomed in your abdomen. The long wait and long edge finally met your body with an eruption you had not anticipated. As he denied each orgasm he called you to earlier, a longer and more substantial release atop your lover’s lap. 

“Hhah-, fuck, m’cumm-ming-!” you slurred and babbled amongst your moans and whimpers. Your pussy throbbed and rhythmically squeezed Wire’s shaft in hot pulses as your release finally engulfed your senses. Wire continued to fuck you through it, keeping the pace steady as his own pleasure mounted inside your heat.

“Sh-Shit, I-I-,” Wire began as he felt your cunt continued to contract around him and milk him of his precum into his own high. “Fuck,” he called out a breathy exhale of your name as he shot his release deep inside your body. 

Cheers and hollers ricocheted from the group on the lower grounds of the occupied tavern as the crude slapping of your hips meeting his continued to clap against one another. Your high seemed never ending as his own fucked itself deep inside your body and punctuating every babbled word with its intensity. 

Your breaths caught one another as you came down from your crashing highs and riding the few lingering waves in the arms of one another. His cruel motions moved into rocks for comfort of both you and himself. His cum begun to spill out of your pussy and form a creamy ring around his cock as he kept you on top of him. 

“I… I, uh,” Wire halted in favor of a small chuckle, “I wasn’t going to allow myself to cum, you know? This was meant to be about you, honey.” You laugh alongside him as you nuzzle into his chest and brace his larger torso against your face. You whimpered into his touch while feeling his firm cock begin to deflate the longer the moments passed between you both. 

“I am glad you did. No way we both can’t start our year by cumming into it,” you smiled, only to sigh deeply into the way his heartbeat thumped against your ear. Your inhales and exhales were in perfect unity as your bodies still fit together as one. The sentimentality took you as you moved your head to gaze up into his eyes. 

“Happy new year,” you whispered in barely a breath. His lips found yours and hovered in his own response before claiming you entirely with a passionate and heated kiss to shepherd you into the new era. 

“Happy new year.”