#its 2am

the room was dark, barely illuminated by the moonlight that shone through the windows. you were trying so hard to keep quiet, not wanting another noise complaint from the neighbors. all that could be heard was the erotic squelches of satoru pumping into you at a steady pace.

“you like that, sweets?” he murmured, his thumb coming to rub your clit. “she’s purrin’ for me.”

you could hear his grin. a soft moan escaped your lips, you couldn’t help but jut your hips up into his. 

“do it harder, ‘toru,” you whined.

satoru chuckled, a low vibration that rumbled in his chest. his hands clamped onto your hips, anchoring you in place as he drove into you with a relentless, punishing rhythm. the sound of skin slapping echoed through the room. you felt yourself tightening around him, your clit throbbing as you threatened to milk him for all he’s worth.

“fuck…” he groaned, his hips stuttering.

through half-lidded eyes, you could barely make out the silhouette of the man hovering above you. then, the darkness of the room was fractured by a flash of dim, electric blue light. a spark from satoru’s eyes.  

a guttural groan escaped him as he squeezed his eyes shut, momentarily overwhelmed by all the sensations. all of a sudden, his world had narrowed down entirely to you. all he could smell was you, the sound of your moans, the way you felt around him. it all boiled down to a desperate need in his core.

“you okay, baby?” you murmured.

“yeah,” he croaked out. “ngghh~ this pussy’s too good.”

he found his rhythm again, pulling back until he nearly slipped out before snapping in to the hilt. the slight curve of his cock bullied against your g-spot, dragging a sharp gasp from your lips. as he grew closer to his high, satoru’s eyes flared again, the blue light intensifying until it illuminated the whole room.

“mmm…! ‘toru, I’m gonna-” you gasped, your nails digging into his biceps. 

satoru couldn’t answer, only sucking in a sharp gasp as he thrusted in one last time before he came. white hot ropes filled up your cunt, threatening to spill out. he whimpered when you squeezed around him, sucking out all his cum.

“s-shit,” he breathed out. the light slowly dimmed, leaving you both trembling in the dark room.

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Shanks is the kind of man who lets you be as emotional as you want — immature, pouting, whining, scoffing, you name it. He takes it all with a soft smile, a knowing pat on the head, because he knows exactly how to handle your high-maintenance ass.

And on the rare days he’s not up for it — maybe nursing a hangover from one too many drinks with the crew? — he still knows how to shut you up. With his singular hand, he pulls you into his lap. The warmth of his body, the heavy scent of alcohol on his breath invading your nostrils, it all wraps around you until you forget whatever the fuck you were nagging about.

Dumbstruck, you just stare up at his pretty, pretty red hair, that infamous cloak hanging at his sides like a shield around you both.

Moments like these remind you: no man can handle you like Shanks does.

With him, you get to live in dreamland. No pressure to over communicate, no constant effort to “work on the relationship.” He’s mature as hell. No fragile masculinity in sight. He does all the thinking for you — because you’re his.

All big muscles and a broad chest, ready to conquer all kinds of seas just to keep you safe and spoiled.

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