#date shake

They looked so good together.

That’s the one thing Sabo heard endlessly whenever he went out with Astra. And he never got tired of hearing it, though it flustered his friend to no end. They were right and they should say it, honestly. It wasn’t just a matter of style and looks.

Though Sabo’s tendency towards posh button ups from his affluent childhood certainly paired well with the sweet lace dresses and blouses Astra so favored. Bows and ribbons adorned her short, soft brown hair that he put in himself every morning upon request. And she always requested. Complaining that he made it look so effortless to weave the fabric into her locks when all he needs to do is tousle his hair a bit.

Their relationship went deeper than ribbons and ribbing, though. All the way back to kindergarten, in fact. When Sabo saw a pretty little girl struggling to buckle her polished shoes and insisted he help her. Dark brown eyes wide with appreciation as she smiled and… well, that was that. He was her staunch friend from that moment onward.

Far past the point of failure most childhood friends fall out during. Sweet and easy summer days all the way to harsh, bitter winters. They alone remained, though never truly alone. And Sabo appreciated it more than he could ever bear to admit. His brothers rambunctious and wild while Astra was just so… sweet and sincere.

He was especially fond of today’s ensemble. Unwittingly matching, they strolled through a new addition to the local art gallery. Rich blue lace ribbon tied around her hair and dress collar. The darker blue fabric of her dress swaying around her knees with every click of her heels, sleeves brushing her wrists in lace trim. Sabo wore his favorite blue silk shirt that nearly matched her dress and couldn’t help but wonder if it was on purpose.

Sabo had known for a while that he was quite attached to Astra. Hard to deny when he had to restrain himself from taking up every moment of her time and sneering at the idiots who tried to get her number. He had two brothers—he knew the feeling of being protective. But this was… a fair bit beyond that. Sabo certainly never felt this way when his brothers dressed up—although it would be a miracle if Dadan managed to ever make Ace wear a shirt again after the incident with Newgate.

He was getting off track. Luckily, Astra didn’t notice as she admired an old oil painting of the sea. It was quite bewitching to gaze into the painted depths but Sabo found his eyes slipping elsewhere, regardless of the artwork quality. In the carefully curated light of the gallery, Astra was pretty enough to frame on the wall. Soft, warm skin bright against the jewel blue fabric. A study in life and color Sabo found difficult to look away from.

But he simply must!

Huffing to himself, Sabo looked back at the artwork with a soft smile.

Current troubles aside, he was glad Astra was enjoying the exhibit. Shame it was nearly over. The exit mere feet away and three paintings left to admire. It was probably for the best, though. Sabo had gotten distracted enough thinking about pinning her to one of the artworks to see if she would outshine a masterwork of the ages under his hands. More likely to end in an indecency charge of some kind thinking like that.

And he did not want to have that conversation with Gramps.

Sabo sighed, walking close to Astra as they left the art gallery. She paused, steady rhythm of her heels on pavement interrupted with a questioning glance.

“Did you not like the art, Bo?” Astra asked softly with a worried frown. “You look kinda pissed.” She noted. Sabo smiled back down at her and shrugged.

“Oh, no it was good! A nice way to spend a night out. But it still feels too early to call it quits.” Sabo pulled the excuse from his ass, not wanting to admit where his mind was going. He’d long since put his hands in his pockets to refrain from teasing her skirt to feel the soft line of her thighs under ruffles and lace. It felt like a crime to know the socks she was wearing actually went up to her thighs and wasn’t actually stockings.

He should know. He bought them for her birthday.

“You’re right!” Astra laughed, looking up past the peaks of the sky scrappers where the clear sky was still a soft purple from the setting sun. “Way too early to stop here. How about… we have dinner at my place? Pizza maybe?” Sabo snorted.

“What, don’t want to cook?” Sabo teased.

“Nope! And just for the sass, you can pay.” Astra sniffed, much to Sabo’s amusement.

Sabo hadn’t let her pay for a single outing since the third grade when she bought him a very disfigured character ice cream… of what was maybe a dog? Certainly didn’t look like it by the time he got it. Still, point remains standing that she wasn’t going to pay even if he didn’t have ‘sass’.

“Alright, fine.” Sabo sighed dramatically, reaching out to gently pull her closer to him as they passed by another couple going the opposite way. “Pizza it is!”

Sabo dropped the box onto the coffee table and plopped down on the overly stuffed couch cushion. Astra kicking off her shoes in the entryway.

This was their normal Saturday night. They’d go out somewhere, get food, come back to one of their homes, watch a movie, and leave.

But… Sabo didn’t want to do that tonight. He wanted to stay. The restless heat in his chest reaching a fever pitch as he watched her grab two sodas from the fridge. Bending over in the process as the dress flared around her knees. Excess fabric draping over her ass and hips. Not enough to see everything, but enough to remind him of how easy it would be to look. Really, actually see her.

Not startled glances when someone forgot to knock or the polite once-over when they went swimming in the summer. His hands twitched and he grit his teeth, attempting to release the tension.

But the tension remained in his shoulders anyway the entire time they ate. Every movie scene barely glossed over as Sabo found his eyes drawn to Astra tucked under his arm. Dress skirt pooling out and obscuring her legs.

All it would take is to drop his arm and sweep it up her folded legs. She’d probably be a bit cold but he wouldn’t let her freeze for long.

“You feel like a rock, Sabo. What’s got you so tense?” Astra asked during what sounded like an action scene. “We’ve seen this before. You know they don’t die in this battle.” She pointed out with an amused glance.

Sabo smiled back, a little pained at losing track of his thoughts so quickly.

Clearly, this wasn’t something he could just pretend to not feel.

Just like a band aid.

“We’re friends. Right?” Sabo asked, causing Astra to sit up in alarm and look at him with concern.

“Sabo? What’s wrong?!” She asked with wide eyes, glancing around as though the answer was on her shelves. And in a way, it kind of was. Countless pictures of them growing up together lined the walls, collecting dust. And over time, more and more photos caught him gazing fondly down at her. “Of course we are!”

“What if I want more than that? Would you want the same thing?” Sabo spilled, too late to turn back now. No amount of covering his ass would explain away the strangeness of his original question.

“…More? Like what? Sabo, you’re freaking me out.” Astra commented nervously.

Sabo moved, turning towards her and cupping her cheek. Slowly, painfully slowly, Sabo leaned in close. Watching her eyes widen as thoughts raced through her head. Realization, doubt, and confirmation clear in her brown eyes as he got closer.

Sabo’s lips quirked up as he noted she wasn’t stopping him despite the glacial pace he was setting. In fact, she gasped, tipping her chin up and meeting his lips in a soft brush.

That faint slide of her lips across his set his heart alight.

“Like this.” Sabo whispered, pressing hard against her lips in a deep kiss. His hand curling back to support her head as she fell backwards slowly. A low moan tickling his skin as he lapped at her bottom lip. Sucking it between his teeth to nip as she gasped. The moment capitalized on by his tongue sliding across her own.

Astra was laying down beneath him, battle cries fading in the background as Sabo finally rested his hand over her knee and slipped under her skirt. Following the soft fabric until it dipped into her thick thighs. Palm and fingers hot as he stroked the hidden treat, slipping under the hem to snap the band. She moaned, panting as he pulled away to look at her.

Seeing her wide, flustered look as he pressed his fingertips to her damp panties. Mouth falling open with a moan as he rubbed her slick across her clit. Circling the bud slowly as he kissed her neck. Biting and marking the pale column of her throat as she began to squirm, hands fisting his shirt with building shudders. He listened as her breath quickened, heart thundering as he nosed the collar of her dress away from her shoulders to make room for his teeth.

He bit down hard and she keened, the sound curling into a cry as Sabo pulled away his hand before she could truly peak.

Flushed and wanting, Astra swallowed hard and glared at him.

“O-Oi!” Astra whined.

“Answer the question.” Sabo commanded bluntly, smirking as she blinked in confusion. “Tell me you want this.”

“I-I do.” Astra admitted breathlessly. Sabo immediately shot up, slinging her over his shoulder as he stalked to her room. Tossing her onto the bed and closing the door before she could even sit up. Sabo grinned over his shoulder.

“Trust me?” he purred, drinking in the excitement on her face.

“Yes.”

Sabo turned, unbuttoning his shirt before tossing it on the floor alongside his undershirt. Confident steps carrying him to the edge of her bed as he grabbed her legs and pulled her further down. She reached back, probably to deal with her dress, but Sabo stopped her with a soft click of his tongue.

“Oh no, let me. I’ve been dying to take this dress off all day~” Sabo hummed, delicately pushing up her dress until her thighs and wet panties were exposed. He pushed open her legs and kneeled for a closer look. Teasingly blowing across the wet fabric. He hooked his fingers into the white lace trim and slowly pulled them down her thighs, pocketing them once they slipped past her feet. “What a pretty cunt for a pretty lady.” He sighed, biting her thigh hard as he watched her clench on nothing.

He sucked on the soft skin, digging in his teeth just shy of drawing blood as his cock ached.

Suddenly, his hair was pulled. Hard.

“Sabo! S-Stop teasing me when I need you!” Astra growled.

Sabo let go of her thigh and grinned, pressing his bared teeth into the darkened mark on her soft skin. He nearly snapped his teeth into a fresh spot as punishment.

But he had a much better idea.

“Alright, alright! I’ll get to it, already.” Sabo acquiesced, moving quickly before she grew suspicious of his sudden change of tone. He sat up and kissed her lips, bracing himself over her as he tugged her hands up into his. Pulling them together before reaching into his pocket.

He tied up her hands in the lacy panties with a grin, flipping her over to reach the buttons up the back of her dress.

“Hey! You can’t take off my dress with my hands tied—did you use my panties?!” Astra huffed as he flicked open the back with practiced hands. Grabbing her skirt and shoving it up her body, laughing as he forced the fabric over her head where it bunched around her hands.

Astra panted, looking over her shoulder in confusion as Sabo leaned down and kissed her again, drinking in her slow submission as she relaxed beneath him. His hands fondling her curves greedily. Twisting and pulling her soft breasts as she sighed.

“S-Sabo~ You’re still teasing me!” Astra whined, ass grinding into his cock.

Huffing, Sabo reached down to his pants, loosening them just enough to free himself as he bit down into her shoulder. The tip of his cock slipping against her wet cunt in a slow grind.

“You keep trying to rush me, baby. You should quit while your ahead~” Sabo warned, gripping her waist as he kept grinding against her pussy. Her breathing picked up when his free hand slipped down her soft belly to pinch her clit. Toying with her roughly as he kept his rhythm. “That’s it. No more talking~” Sabo cooed, still teasing her body.

Her thighs trembled, squeezing his cock as she dripped over him freely. Closer and closer to the edge as he considered if it would be more satisfying to eat her out bent over until she screamed or—

“Sabo~! A-Aaahhn! O-Oh! Oh fuck, s’bo! Sabo!” Astra moaned, shaking as her cute pussy dripped down her thighs, clit pulsing beneath his fingers.

Sabo hissed, removing his hand from her clit and gripping her throat. Pinning her between his hand and chest against the bed. Almost burying her face into the pool of lacy fabric.

“Shut! Up!” Sabo slammed into the hilt, feeling her breathless scream against his palm as he squeezed. She was so fucking tight, he nearly couldn’t make it. Her cunt clenching as he pulled out just to slam back in. “Just take what I give you!”

Sabo pulled her under him further, tilting up her hips to his heavy thrusts as he railed into her cunt. Balls slapping with a wet thud against her pussy as she quivered around him. Strained moans slipping free despite his grip on her throat that only grew more desperate when he squeezed harder.

“You like that, huh? You like finally being fucked? Finally shut you up, didn’t I?” Sabo hissed, driving her into the bed hard enough to rattle the frame with a steady beat.

“A-Ah! Aaaahhhhh!” Astra keened, pussy clenching down. Sabo slammed in as deep as he could go and stayed there, laughing as she whined. Her high dying down slowly as he eased up on her throat. Desperate gasps audible, though muffled in the fabric of her dress. “S-Saaaa~! Oooooooooh!”

Sabo pulled out and started back up again.

Then stopping before she could cum and waiting until she cried out.

Pushing her closer each time with a smile and a sweet kiss despite the growing bruises on her throat.

He did this six times until she was crying, desperately rocking her hips back to try and ride his cock.

“Are you ready to be good, baby?” Sabo asked sweetly, squeezing her throat to cut off a whine as he pulled out of her drenched pussy. After a moment, he eased up.

“Y-Yes! Please! Sabo~oooooooooh~!” Sabo pulled her up against his chest by her throat, slipping his cock back into her hot cunt.

Sabo bounced her on his cock hard and fast. Lips smearing over her cheek as he sought her lips. Despite desperately panting for what little air she was allowed, she kissed him eagerly. Tongues tangling as she started to shake. The sound of her dripping cunt sucking in his cock mixing with the headboard slamming into the wall and the mattress squeaking. Her own moans nothing but pathetic pants around his tongue.

She came with a cry, drenching their thighs as she squirted around his cock still drilling into her. Legs shaking hard as he kept going, her face turning colors as she came again.

“A-Ah-bo~!” Astra swallowed hard when finally let her breath, panting hard as she shook, tears streaming down her face. The coil in his balls snapped, his hips slamming against her ass as he filled her cunt.

The excess dripped down her thighs as he panted, letting go of her throat to pet her hair, kissing her cheeks softly.

When they both calmed down a little, Sabo rubbed his hand up her spine, slotting his palm over the back of her neck.

Slamming her down into the bed with her ass raised. She yelped as he started fucking her again, shaking violently as another orgasm rapidly approached.

“Oh, pretty baby, I’m not through with you yet~” Sabo cooed, leaning back to admire how her socks were now stained with cum and slowly sliding down her thighs. “You wanted me to stop teasing you, didn’t you?” Sabo laughed, palming her ass to admire the thick white ring around his cock that grew with every thrust.

She cried out into her dress, creaming on his cock again. But it wasn’t enough.

“A-Ahhhn~ ‘bo! Bo-oh~!”

The seagulls woke him up first.

Their loud calls echoing over the surf and crashing waves along the shoreline. Arlong hissed, squinting his eyes against the rising sun over the water when he slowly sat up. Sand shifting and cold under his hands except where he had laid down.

Beer cans and several other members of his team were scattered across the beach. He made a note to order one of them to clean up. Usually, he would, but he had some business to attend to. Pulling out his phone, he selected a random number and sent a message about cleaning up. A phone near him chirped and he smirked.

Problem solved.

He stumbled to his feet, grimacing at the ache in his back and dry mouth. He still had time to clean up, thankfully.

Arlong trudged up the beach to his house, wiping his feet in the back entryway and setting his sandals to the side. After a late party, it was time to clean up himself.

Freshly showered and changed, Arlong hopped into his sports car, making sure to wave back at his brothers now stumbling up the beach. He wasted no time driving into town to pick up Opal.

He smirked fondly, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. They’d come a long way from snot nosed brats stumbling around a failing fishing port.

Opal all too happy to chatter with the tourists and fishermen alike while Arlong ensured she didn’t get scooped up by creeps. Either by assigning ‘friends’ to go with her or following himself. A flash of his sharp fangs usually did the trick back then but now word of mouth did all the heavy lifting. No one dared mess with his ‘secretary’.

His smirk shifted into a sneer as the buildings started deteriorating. All the money he pours into the community hadn’t quite made it this far, though it wouldn’t be long now. This was where they grew up. Skipping over broken pavement and glass on the way to school. He’d moved out the first chance he got, right into a brand-new beach house. He tried to take Opal with him, but she was determined to work her way up from their roots. And he let her, so long as she didn’t grow too far. Constantly in his reach even when she went to the city for school—he had to learn how to run a business too, after all.

He stopped in front of an apartment building with ongoing renovations—his doing though Opal didn’t know it. Shooting a text to let her know he was waiting.

Barely a few beats passed and she skipped right out the front door with a wide grin.

“Arlong!” Opal laughed, rounding the car to hop into the passenger side.

“Ready to go?” Arlong asked, watching her buckle in. Despite being really short, she didn’t need to adjust her seat. She was the only one allowed to ride shotgun after all. And especially the only human he let in his favorite car.

“Yep!” Opal declared, slipping the seatbelt into a comfortable position across her chest, purple hair catching in the nylon band. She looked at him in excitement, blue eyes bright.

Arlong grinned.

“Then let’s go.” Arlong drove off towards the opposite end of town where the festival was being held. As children, it was a tradition to go and spend their meagre change on treats and cheap toys that broke in a matter of weeks. He still has a fan from when he was an awkward preteen that Opal signed as a joke. Now as adults they could spend money on nicer things.

The festival grounds were still being set up when they arrived, the activities officially starting closer to noon, but Opal wanted a proper breakfast first. So a proper breakfast they’d get. There was a restaurant nearby, a diner, where Arlong and Opal got their first jobs. It was where a lot of locals got their first jobs, in fact. Including his sister, who now ran the place.

There was already a table set aside for them and Arlong took a seat across from Opal.

“What are you going to do?” Opal asked looking over the menu indecisively.

Arlong held his tongue, refraining from saying his first thought. Which mostly was something to the effect of reclaiming his shirt that she had stolen at some point. A button up with sea life swimming between reeds, left open for a dark tank top. Under the table and out of view, Opal was wearing wide shorts that brushed her thighs—and the less he thought about that the better off he’d be. He’d been good for years now. Never crossing a line even once. But he definitely thought about it often.

Especially now that they were older and he saw her everyday in his front office manning the desk. Taking calls and general tasks he asked of her. Security sitting with her in case of trouble but mostly to ensure that no one stopped to chat for too long.

“Funnel cake and the ferris wheel for sure.” Arlong declared as she nodded sagely.

“Well, I can’t wait for the fireworks.” Opal grinned and Arlong snorted. She always insisted on watching the fireworks despite being at the festival the entire day and usually passed out immediately afterwards.

“Try not to drool on me this time.” Arlong teased, receiving an offended huff.

“That was one time! And I was six!” He laughed and waved the waitress over.

The festival was big this year, more tourists coming in than any year prior, which made traveling around the different booths more difficult than usual. Arlong had to pull Opal in close several times to avoid separation or getting bowled over. He found it amusing how quickly people parted from their path when he flashed his fangs at them.

Several hours later, many fried foods, and a lot of cheap souvenirs later the sun was beginning to set. Arlong grimaced at the crowds, recognizing that they wouldn’t get a very good spot on the festival grounds with this many people. And after hours of noise and stimulation, Opal would not want to be so close to drunk strangers.

Arlong leaned over.

“You want to go find somewhere quiet to watch the fireworks?” He asked, Opal jerking her head in a nod with a pinched expression. Arlong thought for a moment. His house wasn’t a bad choice. The whole area was relatively flat so there wouldn’t be anything blocking the view. And his front porch had comfortable seating compared to sitting on sand or a lawn chair. “C’mon.” Arlong pulled her along to the exit.

His house would also be very private.

Arlong drove back through town, smiling when he noticed Opal falling asleep next to him. It was a good thirty minute drive from one end of town to the other. The sky still not quite dark enough for fireworks when they arrived. Gently, Arlong jostled her awake.

“Mm, we’re here? Already?” Opal mumbled, rubbing her face and slowly getting out.

“Yep. Grab a blanket while I get some drinks. We can watch from the porch.” Arlong told her, hopping out to grab supplies. Opal close behind as she made her way to the hallway closet for her favorite quilt.

Arlong considered the drinks in the fridge, ultimately choosing sodas in glass bottles.

To his amusement, Opal chose to sit on the bench that rocked. Something he wasn’t surprised by considering he got it for her specifically. Scraps of fabric hanging from the bar that would usually hold an awning if he hadn’t installed in on his covered porch. Now it was just for decoration. He held out a bottle and she took it, excitedly patting the bench next to her as she fussed with the blanket over her shoulders.

Instead, Arlong picked her up and settled her on his lap, leaning back and rocking with his heels. Opal laughed, relaxing against his chest as the night sky finally shifted to a dark blue. Any minute now, the fireworks would start up. He’d funded them personally this year to ensure they were good. Almost literally burning money but he found that it was worth it to ‘waste’ money on events. It just made the next year even bigger and brought in more money to the whole town as their reputation grew.

Opal shifted, pulling the blanket out from under her to settle in on her lap.

Suddenly, Arlong was aware of a whole different issue.

Opal was short—very short compared to him. But not quite small. Generous curves and soft lines that helped Arlong not feel like he was handling a porcelain doll when he picked her up. When he first really started growing, he lorded his height over her often as a joke but he just… kept growing. Taller and taller until she was just so small next to him.

And he really liked that.

Really really liked that. It felt good to know his hand could almost go around her entire thigh. His arms thicker than her leg, including her hips. Hard muscle molding soft curves to his liking.

Arlong slipped his arms around her waist, letting his palm rest over her stomach, partially obscured by the quilt, and reminded himself that he shouldn’t squeeze or pull her closer. Mindfully, he relaxed his arms, letting them slip down a little lower as she sighed.

A loud snap echoed across the sky and lights exploded in the air. A colorful shower of red and blue sparks as the fireworks show began.

Arlong flinched, having momentarily forgotten why they were there. His rough hands reflexively squeezing her soft thigh and stomach.

In the dead quiet after the explosion, Arlong could clearly hear the soft moan of surprise. A very loud moan, actually.

“S-Sorry! You startled me!” Opal apologized quickly. Too quickly.

Arlong felt excitement race through his veins, a smirk growing.

“You have nothing to apologize for. I shouldn’t be man handling you like this, anyway.” Arlong slowly pulled his hands away and grinned when he felt her hands grab his wrists.

“It’s fine--!” Another explosion with crackling glitter littering the skyline.

Arlong curled forward a little, crowding into her space.

“You don’t think it’s inappropriate for me to be grabbing you like this?” Arlong asked softly into her hair, sea salt and sandalwood drifting into his nose. Arlong waited for another explosion to rock the sky and squeezed her thigh.

Right on cue, Opal moaned in the silent space after green fire lit up the sky.

“…Do you like this, Opal? Do you like me touching you?” Arlong asked. But he already knew the answer. He could feel how hot she was under his hands.

“…yes.” Opal sighed breathlessly.

Arlong slowly ran his hands back over her body, pulling her against his chest as he leaned back. Dragging up her tank top to feel her skin under his hands. Her heart thundering beneath his palm as he cupped her breasts. She panted and whined, actively helping him remove her shirt. Every explosion followed by a small flinch from the sound.

“So pretty for me. Finally get to touch you like I’ve been craving. You’re not scared, are you?” Arlong asked, drumming his fingers just over the band of her shorts.

“No, why would I be?” Opal asked breathlessly as Arlong tossed aside her bra. He fondling her breast for a moment, rolling her nipple as he kissed her bare shoulder.

He took her hand in his and spread out his fingers wide, her hand dwarfed in his.

“You’re so delicate compared to me, baby. I could ruin you.” Arlong clenched his hand around her fist, completely obscuring it.

“Please~” Opal moaned, squeaking in embarrassment as Arlong laughed. Dark, heavy pleasure settling low in his bones, his cock twitching with interest.

He chuckled, lifting up her hand and uncurling his fist to kiss her knuckles.

“With pleasure~” Arlong purred, grabbing her other hand to hold them together. He lifted them up high and plucked a thick piece of fabric from the overhead bar that would usually brush his head when he sat down. Tying it in a firm knot around her wrists was easy, though it forced her to arch over his chest—he was hardly complaining.

Several fireworks exploded in the air as he used his now free hands to tease her. Petting her sides and lifting her breasts in his hands as she squirmed uselessly. Moaning up at him when he teased them before moving to her waist. He made quick work of her shorts, shoving them down her thighs along with her panties.

He freed his cock and laughed as her thighs trembled around it, her pussy quickly drenching him.

“I should have done this years ago. You look so cute dripping on my cock. Excited, aren’t you? Thought you’d be scared when you saw me but you just want more, don’t you?” Arlong slid his hands under her hot thighs and lifted them up to her chest, kissing her temple as he rocked the bench slowly. Grinding her against his cock as she was pulled up. “You look like a toy. Does it feel good, baby?” Arlong asked, well aware it did from how she trembled in his arms, gasping for air while she drooled over his cock.

“Y-Yes! O-Oh, Arlo-aahn~!” Opal cried out, breath stuttering as she drenched him.

“My cute little mess, you’re missing the show~” Arlong teased as she squeezed her eyes shut. Arlong lifted her up more, cock slipping against her ass as he lowered her into place. The tip catching on her cunt, sliding right in from how wet she was. “Can you feel it—nngh!—I sure can, you’re so damn tight. Relax. You can’t take it if you don’t relax.” Arlong chided her as he grunted, slowly feeding her pussy more of his thick cock.

Cream oozed out with every inch, forced out by his cock’s relentless encroachment. Not helped by her jerking movements that fucked her on his cock erratically.

“Ah-hhahh~! Oh! F-Fuck~!” Opal moaned as he finally sank in as deep as he could go, cock grinding against her walls. She hung over his chest helplessly, voice drowned out by the explosions across town.

Arlong panted, squeezing her thighs before letting go. She hung there, unable to sink deeper despite not quite taking his whole cock. Shifting his legs, Arlong braced himself and thrust up his hips.

Opal screamed out, her entire body bouncing to his pleasure.

Grinning, Arlong rocked forward, dragging her off his cock a few inches before leaning back. She slid into place further down as he laughed.

“What a pretty look for you~” Arlong sighed, rubbing his hands over her sweaty body. “But you can take more, can’t you? I just feel so generous—indulge yourself~” Arlong asked, though he didn’t wait before lifting his hips up again. Her ass met his thighs with a startled gasp, his hands pinching and rolling her breasts as he started a steady rhythm. She still had a couple of inches to go and he wanted her to feel every inch.

Leaning forward slowly, dragging out his cock before rolling back, lifting his hips to hilt into her quivering pussy when she had the most slack. She still bounced on his lap, cunt struggling to take him. The bench creaking beneath them as he used it to fuck her. Fireworks puncturing the air as they panted. He tried to go slowly, but she felt so good he started throwing himself back harder for a chance to hilt faster.

Steadily, she took more and more of his cock as she adjusted to his size.

“A-Aaaarlong~! O-Oh! Oh! A-aaahhn~!” Opal threw back her head, jerking her arms against the tie as she came. Squeezing his cock so hard he hissed and slammed back the bench to hilt. His legs shuddered and he swiftly pulled out, dragging out a startled scream as he came over her chest.

They panted, Arlong falling back as the fireworks show reached a fever pitch. Unsteadily, he reached up and loosened the knot, letting her fall onto his lap completely with a breathless laugh.

“Such a good girl for me… you like the show?” Arlong chuckled, head rolling back as the cool night air drifted over their heated bodies.

Opal moved, sitting up and gripping his thighs before slamming down onto his lap—taking his cock to the hilt.

“Y-Yes!” Opal shuddered, Arlong’s hands slamming over her waist.

He grinned, barely glancing at the bright sky filled with crackles and explosions.