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He is especially thankful now as he lays between your legs, back flush against your soft chest and head lolling side to side against the curvature of your neck and shoulder as your hands work him towards his second orgasm.

Your dominant hand pumps slowly, carefully at his cum soaked shaft, squeezing just enough to have him whimpering while your free hand fondles his balls with care. He’s incredibly sensitive, but equally insatiable as there is so much pent up stress that begs to be alleviated in his tense, overworked body. You’re more than happy to help bring your captain, your lover, to that euphoric bliss he so deserves as many times as he asks.

“Feels s-so g-good…” His sobs are broken, hiccuping as his thighs clench and quiver between you, signaling impending release.

You swipe your thumb over the bulbous tip, admiring the angry red color and how you can visibly see it throbbing in the wake of your ministrations. Luffy inhales sharply, tongue peaking past his parted lips as he pants and you so wish you could see the fucked out look on his face as you begin pumping him vigorously to coax him into his next orgasm.

Your free hand flies up to cover his mouth as his cries increase in pitch. The saltiness of his previous release on your hand coats his tongue and that unlocks something carnal within him; fucking into your hand with desperation, even though you’re already pumping him with all your might, until he’s shooting warm spurts of his thick cum along your hand and his thighs once more.

“So messy.” You coo, reaching for the spare shirt to clean off your hand again, however leaving his throbbing cock and thighs to be drenched in his seed simply because you love the sight of him covered in his mess. You have an inkling he enjoys the sight too as he looks down to observe and you can feel him twitching all over again in consequence. “Mmm, one more? Think you’ve got it in you?”

Although the feel of your gentle hand wrapping around his cock once again is damn near paralyzing at this point, it remains stiff in your hold, showing no intention of softening any time soon, “More, please!”

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You muffled a groan into the pillow as he tugged at you. Your body seemed to resemble lead as it was difficult to even think of moving. You were far too exhausted and, despite your stirring, far too comfortable on your side of the bed.

“I want you right here.” He whined, vaguely notioning to his person, eye still closed shut as if opening it would ensure full consciousness. You peered over at him to see a pitiful pout forming on his lips as he waited for you with his arms open. An amused smile stretched across your face at the sight, and even though it took nearly all of your energy, you sat up.

“You’re being a baby.” You yawned as you straightened out the tangled comforter before crawling over to him.

“And you’re being difficult. Just get over here already. Can’t sleep with you all the way over there.”  

As soon as your body connected with his, he caged you in his strong arms, pulling you flush against him, skin to warm skin. He sighed a deep, contented sigh at the feeling of you in his clasp, only loosening his hold at your protests to not squish you. Your arm draped over his torso, leg tangling between his, and head rested gently along his chest. 

“Mm, much better.” He breathed out. You peaked up at him to catch a glimpse of the small smile that graced his lips. So unlike his infamous scowl, you would give damn near anything to keep that smile on his face forever.

Zoro caught you staring, playfully pinching at your side and eliciting a small yelp from you before leaning down to place a kiss atop your head. His body sank peacefully into the mattress now that he had you. One arm wrapped around your shoulders to keep you snug at his side, the other reached up, fingers trailing random patterns into the skin of your arm that laid across his chest, “My happy place.” 

You smiled in agreement, eyes closing blissfully as the sound of his steady heartbeat echoed in your ears; his warm embrace and heavy breathing drifting you off into a restful sleep.

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Now, you’re struggling to reach for your favorite bowl. Usually placed on an easily accessible shelf, you can see it slightly protruding from the shelf at the very top. The shelf where next to nothing resides because no one else can reach it without assistance from taller members of the crew. You scoff, first wondering why a shelf like that even exists, then wondering how Law, your oh so loving boyfriend, had even gotten the bowl up there. Surely he hadn’t coerced Bepo into these petty antics.

“Need help?” You can almost hear the smug smile on his face before you even turn around to see it.

“No thanks, I got it.” You sneer, making a show of grabbing the spare kitchen chair, dragging it across the floor so it squeaks the entire way. Law doesn’t budge, simply shrugs as he sips his coffee. You almost want to throw the chair at him.

Instead, you stand on the seat of the chair, reaching up for the bowl. Your fingers graze it, but struggle to grab it. You stand on your tippy toes, nearly able to grasp at the lip until you feel the chair disappear from under you. You hardly have time to register that you’re falling before you feel strong, familiar hands lifting you up by the soft flesh of your waist until you are eye-level with the bowl and dusty shelf.

You look down, your hands grasping at his shoulders as you prepare for his arms to collapse, inevitably dropping you because you believe to be far from lightweight. And he does, but only slightly so his arms can loop underneath your plump bottom, encouraging your legs to wrap around him while he holds you up effortlessly. He smirks up at you, “Would’ve saved us both the trouble if you’d just let me lift you up.”

“Am I not too heavy?” You mutter in response, wanting to cling to him tighter but too scared to crush him with your weight. One of your legs begins to seek the ground beneath you until he secures you in his hold.

Law’s features visibly soften for a brief moment before his brows knit together. “Of course not. Don’t say stupid things like that.” He squeezes you into him tighter, and you don’t miss the subtle flex of his arms nor the faint blush that blooms along his cheeks, “I’ll hold you just like this for the rest of the day if it will make you feel better.”

The bowl is all but forgotten as Law holds you up, refusing to let you go as he proves both his strength and endless love for you, no matter your size.

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You blink back tears as you focus on your breathing, counting every single shaky exhale of air that escapes your heaving chest while you are slowly split open by his heavy cock. It’s moderately painful, the way the foreign object coaxes your tight walls into expanding around it, unmistakably different from the accustomed stretch of his thick fingers, but with it a warm and inviting sense of unfamiliar pleasure lies just within your grasp.

“You’re taking me so well.” He praises with heavy pants. His fingers digging into your quivering thighs are sharp, almost possessive in nature as he lays claim to your body, molding your virgin cunt into a perfect home for his thick cock. His advice serves as a reminder to both you and himself as you squeeze unforgivingly tight around him. “Keep breathing.”

It’s getting harder to do so as your tongue weighs heavy behind your teeth, throat dry from your mouth hanging open and attempting to formulate coherent phrases that only pass your parted lips as strangled cries of his name. He’s so close to you, all-encompassing as he buries deeper and deeper, filling you to the brim. And yet, you somehow only crave so much more of him when he at last pushes to the hilt, as if wishing to absorb him entirely into your sweat-soaked skin despite being full to bursting.

Mihawk huffs, his grip leaving your thighs to tangle with your fingers against the sheets, dropping his head to lay in the crook of your neck while he remains snug within you. You can feel him twitching inside of you, so unfathomably deep you’re sure he’s greeting your insides, you can only spasm in consequence as he kisses along your hypersensitive skin.

“You look beautiful like this. So full of me. Does it feel good, mi amor?”

You nod weakly as you whimper out incomprehensible sweet nothings.

“Shh, shh.” His thumb brushes gently along your cheek as he observes your disheveled state. The unabashed, unwavering amount of love, trust, and desire he finds pooling in your teary eyes leaves Mihawk breathless as he silently vows to care for you the rest of his days. To leave you rightfully worshipped and satisfied as he makes love to you for the first time, and surely not the last.

“Yo soy tuyo,” He kisses your lips, bodies still connected, “y tú eres mía.”

translations:

cariño = dear

mi amor = my love

yo soy tuyo = I am yours

y tú eres mía = and you are mine

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His incredibly warm breath fanning against your throbbing cunt was enough to have your legs shaking already. How long were you going to last with him putting that sinful tongue to work? Slowly, you obliged, lowering yourself down until you were hovering just above his hungry lips; noticeably worried about putting all of your weight on him. He gave you an encouraging squeeze, but you didn’t budge, assuring him you were comfortable as you were with a simple nod.

Holding you steady, Law took a meticulous swipe, sharp golden eyes instinctively looking up at you to gauge your reaction. When you offered him a delicious whine, he swiped again, even slower this time, until you reached to grasp at the headboard in purchase; thighs nearly giving in as you jutted your pussy further in his face. You attempted to apologize, but your words came out strangled as he swiped again, this time stopping to toy with your clit.

“L-Law!”

“Sit on my face.” He pulled you down further, “Come on, I can take it.”

Biting your lip, you hesitantly lowered yourself all the way down until you were seated against his waiting mouth. He moaned loudly at the feel of your soft cunt flush against him, wasting no time in burying his tongue within your slick heat and feasting like a starved animal as soon as your essence coated his tongue.

His tattooed hands made rounds of pawing at your thighs, your ass, and your hips as he encouraged you on, moving you manually to grind against his face, bringing you closer to that wondrous ecstasy quicker than you could say please. Stars riddled your vision as his tongue explored every inch of you, tongue-fucking your hole and playing with your clit, until you came messily all over his face.

His lashes fluttered, a look of pure satisfaction on his face as you released. You wriggled in his embrace, trying to lift yourself off, but Law held you firm against him, lapping up every drop of you until there was next to nothing left. When he finally allowed you to pull away, you noticed sleek remnants of you lingering in his facial hair, making you warm from head to toe when he collected it on his thumb, bringing it up to his lips to clean it off. He stared at you as he did so, an insatiable look glazing over his irises, pupils blown wide in consequence as he began pulling you towards him all over again.

Law simply couldn’t control himself when you tasted this good. Not that he ever really wanted to in the first place.

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You were on all fours. Ass high up in the air as you positioned yourself at the end of the bed. Paulie approached behind you and tapped at your wrists in a silent request. You easily obliged, offering your hands as your chin dug into the mattress. He kissed your opened palms tenderly before securing a rope around them.

He then pulled your thin underwear tight, burying the fabric between your labia, offering him a delectable outline of your precious cunt and the small wet spot that was beginning to form. He ran his fingers through his hair with a deep groan, the erotic position he had you in already making his cock strain in his underwear, and so he wasted no time in rubbing against you.

The idea of clothed sex hadn’t appealed much to you, until Paulie. He had an inexplicable way of making it intimate, sexy, and it felt oh so good. You couldn’t help but cry out as he continued grinding against you, the feel of his dick, despite the layers, sliding between your folds was dizzying. One of his hands tugged at the ropes around your wrist, while the other gripped at your waist like a vice.

He began a steady rhythm of humping into you. His grips tightened, pulling you in an addictively painful stretch as he rammed into you over and over.

“Fuck, angel, I can’t wait to be inside you.” He grunted in time with his thrusts, “I know you’ll feel amazing.”  

Perhaps it was the thought of Paulie’s thick cock at last stretching you wide open that brought you closer to your release. It wouldn’t be the first time you’d imagined it as he humped you. Either way, he could tell you were close and he reached around to rub at your clit as he encouraged you on, revealing his own impending release through sporadic thrusts.

He stilled as he released inside his boxers and you could feel the warmth of it against you. The prospect of his hot seed trickling out of your fucked out cunt someday paired with his fingers working at your sensitive bundle made you return the favor. Paulie grabbed a pair of clean underwear for the both of you and untied your wrists as you came down from your high.

“Good thing I get to marry you in a month.” He smacked at your ass with a lazy grin, “I don’t think I can hold myself back any longer.”

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Spooning and variants of the missionary position had been your go tos, simply because Sanji loved to keep you close and the two of you were still exploring your sexual interests. When you presented a new position, he was of course more than willing to try.

“Sit like this?” He inquired, crossing his legs as he sat in the middle of your shared bed.

You nodded as you slowly crawled on the bed to approach him. His blue eyes sparkled with wonder as he watched you, waiting in anticipation for your next moves. He had absentmindedly been stroking himself, turning red when he realized and gasping as your gentle hand ghosted over his to replace it with yours.

He pulled you in for a kiss. Deep and passionate as if a silent proclamation of his unwavering trust for you. When you pulled away, you straddled his lap and hovered over his throbbing member. He accepted you into his embrace with open arms, sturdy hands immediately placing themselves in the middle of your back and around your hips.

You aligned him at your entrance, sinking down with an incredible amount of leisure and restraint as he stretched you open. Sanji hissed at the sensation, hands gripping at your bare skin as you swallowed him; your warmth intoxicating, your grip suffocating. The two of you sighed in unison when you were full and seated against him. He helped you wrap your legs around his waist and pulled you tightly against him. His hands excitedly roamed your body as they explored parts of you he didn’t typically have access to during your love-making.

The feeling of your chest against his, your legs around his waist, and your breath against his cheek had Sanji captivated, mind, body, and soul. You were so close to him, he could see you, hear you, smell you, taste you, really feel you. All of his senses were electric and alive, singing worships of your name like a hymn.

“S-shit. I can feel all of you, baby.” He muttered against your skin as he placed aimless kisses along your shoulder. As his lips traveled up your neck, his hips began rocking into you, slow, careful, and deliberate. Your arms snaked around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as you rolled your hips with his. You both moved against each other, bodies tangled and intertwined, with lips crying out sweet praises as you basked in the feeling of intimate unity.

Sanji tenderly kissed along your jawline, pulling you impossibly closer, “I’ll never let you go.”

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