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☆ A DIFFERENT KIND OF ALLIANCE

+ warnings: DRESSORA SPOLIERS!!! porn with plot, 3some, law is injured, oral (m & f recieving), semi-public sɇx, unprotected sɇx

+ ft: trafalgar law x captain! fem reader x sabo

+ wc: 2.1k

+ an: sabo AND law??? i like how you think nonnie :3 also i'm a firm believer in law with a tounge piercing. this was not proof read, i apologize if you end up reading the same 3 words over and over again

minors DNI!

law rested right beside you, his injured body propped against you as the two of you watched luffy deal the finishing blows to doflamingo. it was over. dressrosa could be free.

you smile softly, a hand brushing through law's hair, to which he grumbled as stiffly brushed away your hand. "sorry" you mutter to the fellow captain, earning a nod.

"need help up?" you ask, offering law your hand. he greatfully takes it, and you lead him off, the other captain limping near you. "i think sabo might have some patches, since your crew and mine aren't here."

"great." he groans, letting you take him down under the factory, where sabo was with the rest of the revolutionary army.

you were a captain, and just like law, agreed with form an alliance with the strawhats, wishing to challenge kaido and take him down. you did originally agree with law's idea, that just destroying factories would turn kaido's wrath onto doflamingo, but after everything that occurred here, you knew it would be a fight with the emperor.

finally, the two of you reach sabo, earning a look of shock on the blonde's face. "shit, is law alright?" he ask, handing you a makeshift medicinal kit that had been snagged from the ships nearby.

"yea, he should be fine. doflamingo hit him hard." you mutter, reapplying bandages to the best of your ability. it wasn't the best job, but you could only do so much, considering the strawhats didn't have chopper with them and law's whole crew made their way to zou.

"sorry, i'd offer to help, but i won ace's devil fruit, so i don't wanna burn him on accident." sabo confesses. right, he ate the mera mera no mi. "it's fine." you coo, adding the finishing touches to law.

"why don't you two stay down here with me for now? it's probably a mess up there...." sabo calls out. "my team is finishing up, but i'll stay here with you two for the time being."

"that would be appreciated" law croaks out, propping himself up against a crate from the toy factory. you settle down next to him, using the transponder snail to check in with luffy.

sabo takes a seat in front of you two, his eyes trailing over you, making sure you were okay.

you hear law grunt, and you turn your attention towards him once again. you push his coat out of the way, fingers tracing over his wounded side, checking on it.

"it just hurts, don't worry. 'm fine." he mumbles out, a soft blush growing over his tan cheeks. "don't be bullshitting me law, or so help me god-" you cut yourself off, not wanting to start a fight. he needed to conserve energy.

"how's everything on your end? did your side go well?" you ask sabo, snapping him out of his trance. his eyes had been shamelessly glued to you, like a hawk watching it prey. "yea, everything went well." he replies, trying his best not to focus on his body. "good." you smile, finally allowing yourself to rest.

"so..." sabo starts, unsure what to say. he didn't really like the silence. and he really liked your voice. he wanted to hear it again. he also wanted your attention on him and not the stupid surgeon.

you turn your attention back to the revolutionary's chief of staff, watching him fumble nervously with his clothes. he seemed on edge.

"sorry, no clue." he sighs eventually. "i'm all hoped up on adrenaline from the fighting, and the devil fruit." he confess.

"understandable." you reply, hugging your knees to your chest. "honestly? me too. law?"

the man nods, pushing himself up more. "yea, its getting hard to sit still." he grunts, looking directly at sabo. a challenge.

you notice the tension in the air, thick enough to cut. "please don't tell me you two are going to fight." you groan, watching them.

"don't have anythin reasonable to fight over." law huffs. "'sides, i would win."

"no, you wouldn't. you're injured." sabo puffs out his chest. "plus, i ate a logia type. your attacks wouldn't hit."

law snarls at his words. "arrogant. you have no control over your powers yet."

"can you two not?" you exclaim. "god, what are you even fighting over?? just... settle down."

the two are still bristling, but law reluctantly shifts back against the crate, eyeing sabo - and you. the blonde returns to his spot on the floor, dropping his weapon.

"seriously though! what are you two getting fussy over?"

"you" sabo replies bluntly, law grumbling in agreement.

"hello??" you never expected another captain and a revolutionary army member to get into a cat fight over you. "ok, that's just the adrenaline speaking..."

"no, it's not." law looks up at you. "you're quite the pretty specimen. wouldn't mind keepin ya for myself." he adds on, glaring at sabo.

"please, she's more fit to work alongside me." sabo fires back.

"she's a pirate, sabo, or have you forgotten?" law hisses out.

"oh my god can you two stop!!" you exclaim again, standing up. "god, i can't believe i'm even offering this, but let's just... fuck it out." you shoot the idea to the two men.

"bet" law replies without a second thought, earning a pissed off huff from sabo. "ok."

you sigh, sitting down. "see, that wasn't too hard." you pause, thinking. "uhm, law, i don't want you to get hur-"

"i'll be fine." the man grunts. "c'mere."

you oblige, crawling over to him, letting him cup your cheek. "so pretty... shouldn't have t' share you." he whispers, kissing you roughly. you melt into his kiss, lips crashing against his. it was messy, uncoordinated, yet passionate, the adrenaline fueling your libido.

"well don't leave me out!" sabo whines, coming close, leaning down to coo in your ear. "can i eat you out? please?"

you nod, lips occupied by law's, letting sabo have his way with you. the blonde smiles, shifting down your pants, teasing you through your panties. "damn, you're a pretty one. surprised your crew hasn't tried makin moves on you." he breathes out, spreading your cheeks to give himself better access to your clothed cunt. sabo licks the fabric teasingly, tracing your slit over through the piecing of clothing.

you moan into law's lips, the surgeon taking the opportunity to press his tongue into your mouth. his pierced tongue grazes over yours, the metal adding a chilling stimulation.

sabo's tongue continues prodding at your pussy, lips moving to suck on your covered clit. he groans against you, feeling your arousal pool up and slowly seep through the fabric. "didn't think i'd be this lucky, huh, law?" sabo calls to the other man.

"no shit" law pulls away from the kiss, moving to mark down your throat, sucking particularly hard on your pulse point. you moan shamelessly as sabo peels aside your underwear, dipping a finger into your soaked entrance.

"gonna let me fuck you? you can give law head or somethin, i don't know. don't wanna hurt the ol' man." sabo smirks.

"i'm 26, thank you" he growls against your collar bone, tattooed hands lifting your shirt off you head, grunting at the pain. "lemme get that." you coo to him, lifting off your top and unbuckling your bra, not wanting law to hurt his arms in a lust-clouded haze.

"how'd your crew feel, knowin their captain's getting fucked pretty much publically?" sabo teases, before swirling his tongue around your clit, prodding in a second finger.

"none of your buisness" you hurl back at him, earning a chuckle from law.

"you talk too much, sabo." law complains, yanking you up more, allowing himself access to your exposed nipples. one hand tweaks at one, his mouth covering your other nipple, sucking harshly. you moan, hips bucking against sabo's face, earning a pretty groan from the blonde.

"what can i say? ladies like my voice" sabo purrs against your folds. "seems like she really likes it." law snarls around your tit, hands gripping your hips tighter.

"no need to get territorial. remember, we're sharing. she's mine as much as yours." sabo smirks, pulling away from your cunt, resulting in your whimpering at the loss of his mouth. "i think you're ready f' me, sweetheart."

sabo's belt clinks from behind you as he undoes his pants. law pulls away from your breast, saliva soaking your nipple. "already? you rush things." he growls.

"what, want in on the action? ya can't fuck her in your state, but she could at least give you head."

"cocky" law grumbles under his breath, before moving to undo his pants as well.

"no" you scold him, pushing his hands out of the way, opting to slide his pants down for him. "i told you, don't hurt yourself more than you already are.

after shoving his boxers down, you smirk at the sight of him, all hard and flushed, leaking pre. "well shit, law" you purr, leaning down to place kitten licks to his tip, earning a loud moan. law's head falls back against the crate, a hand weakly moving to tangle in your hair.

"talkin' about me rushing, look at you!" sabo huffs, rubbing his tip against your slit, bumping against your clit. you mewl, swallowing law's length slowly. sabo traces around your entrance, before roughly sinking in, sending you forward, fully taking law's dick into your mouth. the surgeon groans, hands shakily tightening in your hair as you gag around his shaft, nose buried in his pubes.

"be gentle, sabo" he pants out, glaring at the blonde. "wouldn't wanna hurt her too badly."

"from the way she's clenching around me, she likes this." the puffs his chest out, rolling his hips against your ass. he grunts under his breath, rocking your body into law's more.

lewd noises fill the air, a mix of moans, skin slapping, and gags. it was dangerous, any of sabo's team could find the three of you in such a compromising position at any moment. the thought alone causes you to whine around law's cock, the noise strangled as sabo reaches a hand down to trace his name onto your clit.

you were a wreck, tears forming as law pulls your head up a bit, before pushing you back down, doing his best to have some control over you as you suck him off.

sabo, on the other hand, was ruthless, his mind thrumming as he plunges his tip against your g-spot, smirking as he feels you spasming around him.

"damn, she's close already. then again, i didn't letcha cum after giving you head, did i? got you all worked up, hm?" the chief of staff calls, his body heating up.

"sabo, i swear to god, don't burn this place down." law snarls, seeing a small flame burst out of his shoulder.

"oops?" sabo chuckles, speeding up a bit. "come on, princess, cum for us? wontcha?"

between the two men, you were seeing stars, vision blurry. with a loud whimper around law, you cum, coating sabo's dick. his thrust grew sloppier, and he pulls out, cumming onto your back with a moan.

law finishes last, watching you lazily swallow all of his seed. his body slacks against the crate, catching his breath.

the area smelt of sex, sweat, and a bit of blood, which was still oozing slightly from law's wounds.

"well." sabo starts, dusting out another flame that broke out on his shoulder. "that was fun, huh, captains?" you nod tiredly, wiping any excess release off your lips. law stays silent, recovering from overexerting himself.

"you do realize this stays between us three." you direct your comment at sabo, mostly.

"of course." the two men reply. sabo grabs a spare sheet he found laying on the floor, wiping away his the cum on your back. you thank him softly.

"so... is this another alliance i gotta deal with?" law croaks out.

"what, you'd do this again?" sabo challenges.

"she said we're sharing her, dumbass."

"well, then, count me in again. the next time all three of us meet, yea?" sabo offers.

"yea... next time." you whisper tiredly, resting against law's decent shoulder.

sabo fixes his clothes, helping you two back into yours. "perfect. see you two another time!" he chirps, walking back to go find his crew, leaving the two of you to rest back there.

"jackass." law grunts.

"whatever, rest up, luffy is probably lookin for us." you groan, not wanting to push law too far.

you're thankful your crew and his weren't here. there was no reason for an alliance to be this... involved.

☆ MAKEUP

+ warnings: pwp, oral (m receiving), angry sɇx, unprotected sɇx, dante is rough

+ ft: dante sparda

+ wc: 1.7k

+ an: OK BUT I SEE THE VISION!! AND I HAD THE PERFECT SONG THAT WENT ALONG W THIS!!! nonnie your a genius and i love you i hope yk that.

minors DNI! ☆ read part 2

"dante, please!" you sigh, rubbing your face. "i just... i need a minute. we're gonna fuckin loose the place at this rate!! you literally spent all the money lady loaned us again."

"no, i spent it on groceries and reparations for some mission. i didn't waste it!" he spits back, crossing his arms over his chest. "besides, we can always loan some more from her... and if not her, then trish."

"that's your issue, dante. you think everyone can provide for you when you can't provide for yourself." you hiss, words laced with venom.

the two of you had been going at it for a good hour. it started when dante left a bill on the counter, clearly having forgot to pay it. so being the decent person you were - or at least, had been - you had offered to pay it for him.

until he told you that he didn't have enough to scrap together for the bill. so now not only was the electricity cut off, but now the water was about to go too. great.

dante sighs, sinking down into the chair at his desk. he holds his face in his hands, shaking his head. he gave you a look, a mix of anger and annoyance.

"you can act as annoyed as you wanna be, dante, but we wouldn't be here if it weren't for you." you snarl, slamming your hands down on the table in front of him. "i mean, how hard is it to manage your money properly!! put it in a bank or something! we can't spend it on the first thing we see."

that made him mad. "for starters, i don't do that. i end up having to pay property repairs which unfortunately cut pretty close to my payouts." he starts, before you interrupt him.

"then be more careful???" this wasn't going anywhere, you and your boyfriend just stared at each other, getting more pissed as the minutes ticked by.

"you could help pay bills" he whispers under his breath.

"i'm sorry, what?" you demand. now you were angrier. how could he suggest that when it was his place? as if you should be responsible for his destructive nature in battles! "and why would i do tha-"

"you live here." he states, raising an eyebrow. "the least you could do is contribute something. i'm paying twice as much for the water bill, i'll have you know."

"not twice, maybe a little over. you end up showering with me, so don't even try shifting the blame onto me." you point at him, before rubbing a hand down your face.

you were sick of his lack of responsibility. yet at the same time, you couldn't help but love him. it was getting to be a frustrating cycle. "i don't understand how hard it is for you to just properly manage money!"

dante sighs, before looking up at you. "again, i told you, property damage? and lady charges like, hella interest on anything i borrow!" you groan, standing up and getting in his face.

"stop. borrowing. then. start saving." you huff, meeting his eyes. you could feel the anger boiling beneath your skin, but there was something about his face that you couldn't stay mad at, no matter how bad you wanted to.

it seemed he felt the same, the way he was looking over your features. his eyes traced the furrow of your brows, the curve of your nose, the scowl on your lips.

you didn't even have time to process what was happening before his mouth was on yours, kissing you with fervor. you really wanted to stay mad at him, punish him by denying him, yet you couldn't help but fold under him.

his arms grab a hold of you, trying to bring you closer to him. he huffs in defeat as he notices the desk in the way, his hand tapping your thigh as his lips continue devouring yours. "get over the table." he pants against you, not even caring if his papers got scattered.

he had better things to tend to.

you don't waste a second, crawling over the table. dante helps you down, smirking as you kneel down on the hard floor of the office, hands fumbling for his zipper.

"damn, that was quick" dante purrs, brushing a hand through your hair as you shuffle his pants down his muscled thighs, pressing open-mouthed kisses to his growing erection through his boxers.

"shut up, you're the one who was gettin hard off me getting angry" you retort, fingers grazing his hips as you reach towards his waistband. "besides, you know i was right. you just had to find a reason to shut me up, didn't you?"

dante snarls, a hand tugging harshly at your hair. "i'll make you shut up real quick, sweetheart."

you couldn't lie, this new side of dante was hot. you hadn't seen him get this pissed at you before. maybe you would start more arguments with him, just to see how attractive he was, unintentionally flexing his muscles when making certain gestures.

you push dante down into the office chair, making quick work of his boxers. he sighs as you place small kitten licks to his tip and shaft, tracing the veins running down it with the tip of your tongue. his hand sits in your hair, grabbing handfuls and tugging.

"so pretty down there, princess" he purrs. watching you slowly take him down your throat. but it wasn't enough. he quickly shoves your head down, his tip pressing into the back of your throat. you gag, tears pooling in your eyes.

"fuck, that's hot. 's too much?" he antagonizes, watching you struggle to take him fully into your mouth, using your hair to bob you up and down. "gotcha to shut up, though, didn't it?"

he was right. it did. you couldn't speak, mouth too full of him, tongue pressed fully against his shaft. your nose was buried in a patch of white pubes, eyes squeezed shut as you collect yourself.

dante continues pulling your head up and down, having moved to a tad bit more gentle pace. it was still brutal though. yet here you were, eagerly taking him, arousal coating the gusset of your panties.

you free hand moves to massage his balls, drool dripping past your lips. you inhale shakily, groaning at dante's hips thrust up into your face. "fuck, pretty girl, gettin close..." he mutters, tightening his grip on your hair again as he picks up the pace. "gonna be good and swallow it all? shutcha up real good, hm?" he coos sinfully, earning a muffled moan from your lips.

that was the best response he was going to get from you, and he takes it, cumming down your throat with a strangled groan. his body slumps into the office chair, eyes glossy as he observes you swallowing his load. "god, you should get mad at me more. you look too pretty, all messed up after bein pissy."

you glare at dante, knees sore from being on the hard floor. "seriously?" you wipe the drool off your lips, sitting up and straddling his lap in the chair.

"wait... what are you doing?" he ask, hands running over your hips. "i mean, if ya wanna go again, i won't complain."

"you thought this was over?" you ask, raising an eyebrow. "please, i'm gonna shut you up now. 's only fair."

blood rushed to his cock, twitching underneath of you. "yea?"

"mhm" you whisper into his ear, sucking marks into his neck as you roll your hips against his. dante groans, lifting your face to meet his, lips crashing into yours. the kiss was messy, the taste of him still lingering in your mouth. he reaches down, running his middle and ring finger over your clothed cunt.

"shit, princess, gaggin on me gotcha all riled up, huh?" he smirks against your mouth.

"shut up" you sigh, pausing to grind your hips down on him. "and fuck me."

"shit, dont gotta tell me twice" his lips curl up, pulling your drenched panties to the side, running his tip across your slit.

you huff into his neck, arms wrapping around him as he presses into you. he didn't even try to be gentle, still pissed off from the earlier argument.

"the fuck, dante!" you growl, narrowing your eyes at him.

"you think i'm still over earlier?" he ask, punctuating his words with a rough thrust. "you're a funny one, know that doll?"

you scowl, trying to look pissed. it wasn't working, not with how every thrust of his had his tip pressing against your cervix, your cunt stretched out over him.

"you look pretty like this." he smiles softly, an attempt at being nice.

"shut up and make me cum, dante. it's the least i deserve." he chuckles, picking up his pace.

"you asked for it." and you did. dante's hips drill into yours, his hands grabbing your waist and slamming you down against the desk. his body cages you in, hands trapping your head between them as he alternates between rough, quick thrust to agonizingly slow ones.

you whimper his name, unsure what you really wanted. all you knew you could think of was finally cumming, finally getting some sort of relief.

the devil hunter leans down, lavishing your neck with dark marks and sloppy kisses as he fucks into you. one hand slips down, tracing messy circles onto your clit. he could feel you spasming around him, feel you so close to your orgasm.

he could read you like a damn book. he aggressively bites down on your neck, earning a strangled moan as you cum around his dick. dante helps you ride it out, before pulling out, giving himself a few final strokes and coating your thigh with his release.

he lets you catch your breath, before pulling you into his lap as he settles back down into the chair. "so... apology accepted?" he ask, a sly smile on his lips.

of course he'd be the one to apologize for an argument with makeup sex.

☆ MIDNIGHT SNACK

+ warnings: porn with plot, husband law, male mⱥsturbⱥtion, cunnɨlɨngus, face sitting

+ ft: trafalgar law

+ wc: 1.7k

+ an: nonnie when i tell you this painted a heavy visual in my mind!!! grrr i just know law loves pussy and eats it like a starved mannnnn.

minors DNI!

the heart pirates had finally settled down for the night. the bustling and noise from the crew - mainly penguin and shachi - had finally quieted down.

the only two awake were you and law. your husband was hunched over his desk, ignoring his health (as usual) and focusing on the stacks of paper he had collected over the past week.

"law... come to bed. 's late." you call out, lounging out in the sheets. you settle your book down on the night stand, watching your husband make eye contact with you.

"let me finish this... then i'll be there." a lie. but whatever, you'd drag him to bed if you really had to... which you usually did. you sigh, picking up your book and return to reading, a futile attempt to distract yourself from your husband's stubbornness.

your fingers brush through the pages, before looking up again, a discreet method of checking up on him without him really knowing. he looked stressed. poor man you think to yourself, standing up and walking over to his desk.

as you stand behind him, he looks up at you. "need somethin?"

"yes. you. in the bed."

law grumbles. dick.

"come on, honey, you're gonna overwork yourself. your crew needs a captain, not deadweight." you exclaim, massaging his shoulders. "also, it's kinda lonely in the bed without you... if not for your crew, do it for me?"

you knew your pleading with him would work. he couldn't deny his wife. "fine."

you exhale in relief, patting his shoulder. "see, not so hard." you smile, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead, earning another grumble from him.

you make your way back to your shared bed, collapsing into the sheets with a sigh. you look over, watching law shut his books and turn off the lamp, before trudging to the bed. "don't look so disappointed."

"i'm getting that done tomorrow, no more of your whining." he huffs, removing his shirt and tossing it somewhere in the room. the muscles on his back shift as he stretches, heat coiling within you at the sight.

you'd been married to the man, yet your body reacted like it was the first time all over again anytime you saw him remotely exposed.

law finally crawls into the bed next to you, his drowsy eyes meeting yours. "better?"

"much" you smile, planting a chaste kiss to his lips. "now, sleep up."

he groans, pulling your body close to him. you could feel the warmth radiating off of him, his big hands rubbing at your hips. he settles his face into your neck, whispering 'night' and placing a kiss along your pulse point.

damn him.

you lay there, letting him embrace you as he tries to sleep. you always tried to make it seem like you fell asleep before him, but in reality, you waited. waited until you could here his breath slowing down, ensuring he was knocked out and wouldn't try to sneak away to do work.

it normally didn't take so long, his body always exhausted after all he tries to do in a day. tonight wasn't the same. minutes passed, then a hour, and his breathing was the same.

you turn your head to look at him. "law? everythin good?" you ask, meeting your husband's eyes with concern.

"shit, did i wake ya?" he murmurs, thumb coming up to brush your cheek.

"no, just wonderin why ya aren't asleep yet."

"mhm" he groans into your neck, his hands moving down to grip your hips. "don't know... i'm not tired... good enough?" he grunts out, kissing your neck, lips moving down towards your covered shoulders.

"need somethin?" you ask, watching him move the t-shirt you were wearing - one of his spares - to the side a bit, exposing your shoulder more to him.

"yea... wanna try somethin new. maybe it'll help me sleep."

law never made the request to experiment in bed, that was always you. it was a nice surprise though. "uhm sure. whatcha thinking?"

"want you to sit on my face." damn, he was blunt.

you look over your shoulder, watching your husband kiss down your back, his thumbs brushing against your pelvic bone.

"are you sure? that isn't gonna, like, hurt you?"

law deadpans, meeting your eyes. "if you think you sitting on my face is gonna hurt me, you must not have faith in me. i have survived wounds and a life threatening illness. i really don't think this is that much of a challenge."

you blush, he had a point. your husband was stronger than that. it wasn't like you'd crush him.

"so, that a yes?" he ask, sucking a dark spot into your neck. law knew how to give you hickies that would last days, marks sucked into your skin so his crew - and anyone else who saw you when they docked - knew who you belonged to. it was all thanks to his doctor expertise, after all. he could make you tick faster than a bomb.

you nod, watching your husband law on his back, his hands grabbing at your hips, bringing you to settle down on his chest. his fingers trace shapes into your thighs, massaging at the skin as he coos praise at you.

"see? you look perfect from down here. told ya, there's nothing to worry about."

law's hands continuing trailing your body, dragging you closer to his neck now. he beckons you to lift your hips up, removing the shorts and undergarment you adorned. "shit, she's pretty" he whispers, his thumb going to trace soft shapes onto your clit.

you shudder, softly sighing as his thumb continues grazing. "ya know, you got the anatomy f' a piercin down here..." he smirks. "but that's up for you to decide, and that's off topic. where was i?" law smiles at you, before dragging you over to his face, his nose bumping your clit.

you hover, not wanting to put too much pressure on him. he whacks your ass gently in response. "i said sit, not that hoverin shit. you won't hurt me, and if you did, i don't think i could care." he murmurs, breathing in the scent of you.

"fuck, sweetheart, just me talking about this got you riled up?" he teases, using his fingers tattooed with E and A to spread your folds open for him. his free hand spread out across your thigh, grounding you as he drags his tongue through your folds, groaning at the taste.

law falls silent as he licks away at you, only noise coming from him being soft pants and groans as he suckles away on your clit.

it was different, than when he usually ate you out. his eyes were closed in bliss, his hands on your thighs spreading you out on top of him, holding you close to his mouth. he seemed relaxed, at peace.

one of his hands moves from your thigh, pressing you even closer using the small of your back. he leans up, lips fully pressed against you as he dips his tongue in, using his nose to stimulate your clit.

you whine his name, hips bucking against his face, searching for your approaching orgasm. law took the sign - he knew your body well enough - moving his lips to suck at your clit as he plunges a finger in.

he mumbles something about you being good for him, his eyes hazed over as he looks up from between your thighs. your heart stutters, the sight almost ethereal. the trafalgar law, surgeon of death, part of the worst generation, a blissed out mess under his wife's thighs. it was a sight to behold.

law twist his finger, massaging your g-spot as he traces his name onto your clit, earning a mewl from you as you cum, soaking his face.

he continues licking, happily swallowing everything you had to give, even trying to press his face closer. the texture of his beard added to the sensation, providing stimulation to your thighs as he brings you down again onto his lips, not a second wasted.

he was starving. you had awakened some beast in him, something that wouldn't stop. he craved you.

his tongue and fingers worked in tandem once again, attempting to bring you to yet another orgasm. he needed it, needed you to fall apart on top of him. you looked so pretty every time, he wanted this image of you burned in the back of his brain.

"law" you whimper, the man practically making out with your cunt. his once calculated ministrations turned sloppy, fueled by the lust circling his mind.

he groans, a free hand reaching down to palm at himself through his pants, getting off to your whines and the feeling of you.

"mm, baby, s' f' me." he slurs out, his unoccupied hand grinding you down onto his tongue, your legs having gave out after your first orgasm was ripped from you.

he moves his lips away from your pussy for a minute, sucking a dark hickey into the plush of your thigh, his fingers moving to curl up in you.

"fuck, we're doin this more often." he pants out, diving back in between your slick folds, a moan falling from his lips as he squeezes himself through his pants. he was a mess, but it was sexy. your husband, all pussy drunk, meerly from just having you sit on his face?

you'd trade anything in the world for this moment.

you legs shake as another climax approaches, a soft "law-" coming from your lips as he makes you cum on his tongue once again, drinking up every last drop. he lets you ride it out on his fingers, before settling back, head slumping against the pillows.

you don't make an effort to move, just looking down at your husband as he brings his fingers to his lips, sucking off the remaining essence. your cum drenched his jaw and beard, his eyes hazy as they meet yours.

"you good?" he coos out, scooting you down to sit on his lap and he leans up, kissing you.

"mhm" you mumble into the kiss, letting you taste yourself on his lips as he lazily melts his lips to yours.

"good. next time, we're going longer."

"huh?"

law smirks, before pulling you down to cuddle him him. "goodnight, doll."

at least he fell asleep this time.

☆ MAKEUP pt 2

+ warnings: barely any plot, oral (f receiving), apology sɇx, cum eating

+ ft: dante sparda

+ wc: 1.1k

+ an: ooooo hello vixey!! i'm adoring this continuation to the first part, and i definitely agree! dante should be apologizing with his mouth <3

minors DNI! ☆ read part 1

"so... apology accepted?" he ask, a sly smile on his lips.

you glance down at the mess of his release coating your thigh, taking in his state. he was a mess, his breathing all over, his hair ruffled. his eyes were hazed over with lust.

"no." you respond.

"what?" dante ask, on the verge of a whine. "but we fucked! like you wanted!" god, he sounded like a sad puppy. "i mean, i'm not against going agai-"

"good." you cut him off, moving from his lap to sit on the edge of his desk, sprawling your legs out. you expose your cunt, clit puffy from arousal and his fingers, slick coating your thighs, mixing with his cum from earlier. "want to really apologize? eat me out. say you're sorry with that mouth of yours."

dante smirks. he isn't one to turn down an offer to eat you out. after all, his pretty girlfriend sounded so lovely when his tongue was deep in her.

dante drops to his knees, thick hands grabbing your thighs and keeping them apart, granting himself access to your folds. he groans at the sight, but refuses to make direct contact. instead, dante moves his mouth over to where his cum sat, lapping it off of your skin.

the display was erotic, the thick liquid disappearing off your skin and onto his tongue. he swallowed with a groan, lewdly sucking on the area where his release once sat. he pops off, a noticeable hickey imprinted onto your skin. for him to see only.

"you done teasin yet dante? i said apologize, not take your time." you huff. you couldn't deny, you were enjoying this. but you really wanted his lips wrapped around your sensitive clit. he just knew how to please you so good!!

"what's the rush, sweetheart?" dante purrs out, clearly drunk off the smell of your cunt and the sweet taste of your skin. "lemme take my time down here, yea? i'm apologizing. i'mma make you cum so hard, then lap it all up, just like you like."

god, he knew how to use his mouth, both sexually and when talking. you nod, allowing him to spread your legs further, a finger dragging through your folds. he gathers your slick onto his fingers, pressing the digits into his lips. he moans, sucking the taste of you off his skin.

"should be a crime t' taste this good" he whispers. dante removes his fingers from his mouth, using the same spit coated ones to spread your folds open, giving him a peak at your desperate pussy. "shit, she's talking t' me." he mutters. "tellin' me how much she misses my tongue. 'm sorry baby, shouldn't have argued with ya earlier." the devil hunter coos into your skin.

his tongue drags across your slit, groaning as he collects more of your taste into his mouth. dante swore he could spend all day down here if he really wanted to. he licks another stripe, allowing his nose to bump against your clit. you gasp, a hand tangling into his white locks, earning a breathy pant against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

dante was really trying to be gentle, knowing he had ripped an orgasm from you earlier. he didn't want to overwhelm you too much, his licks soft and kitten-like, instead of the usual devouring he attempted.

it was a nice change, the devil hunter was almost domestic-like in this lighting. he looks up at you, eyes glazed over, mouth coated in your arousal and his cum, chest panting. it was like a painting, the way he looked between your thighs. and he knew how he looked, you could tell by the soft smirk that crossed his lips as he met your eyes.

he returns to his ministrations, pressing small licks to your entrance, dipping his tongue in occasionally to fuck it in and out, softly. he was moaning, more so than usual, drunk off the taste of you. "fuck, baby, so good" he whines out, lips moving to now suck gently on your clit.

a finger presses into your pussy, slow and gentle, curling up to press on your g-spot. you swore he had you seeing stars, the way he was pulling your body apart with just his lips and fingers should be a crime. "cum f' me" he whispers against your entrance, eagerly licking again.

how could you deny him? you cum once again, groaning his name as his tongue excitedly collects your release, licking it off your skin. he whispered praise into your core, talking about 'how good you were' and 'how he was so sorry for being a dick'.

who knew pussy could shut dante up so quickly?

"'s okay, baby, you're all goo-" you moan, slapping a hand over your lips. dante wasn't done. his tongue traced your clit, flicking the muscle against the bundle of nerves.

"dante, 's okay, your apology is accepted." you whimper out, body arching forward as he dips two fingers in, gently scissoring them within your clenching walls.

"mmm, taste too good... you can cum again, for me, right?" he ask, smirking between your legs. god, his stupid face was too hard to turn away.

"fine. one more." you huff. again, you weren't really mad - the demon really knew how to use his tongue.

dante thanks you, eagerly curling and scissoring his two digits within you, letting his tongue and lips work on your clit. you could tell he was getting more desperate, yet still attempting to remain gentle. it was a nice effort.

he presses his tongue flat against you, removing his fingers before sucking on them with a groan. dante swore he was loosing it, swore he needed to feel your cunt wrap around his tongue as you came again.

and so he did, shoving his tongue between your folds, dipping into your entrance. he listens to your mewls, bumping his nose on your clit. and when you start clenching down again, hand pulling at his hair more? he knows your close.

he fucks his tongue in and out of you, thumb circling your clit, feeling your orgasm approach. and when you finally cum, he laps it all up eagerly, only pulling away once he's certain he cleaned up all of your juices.

"apology accepted?" he ask, getting cocky as he takes in the state of you, trembling from your releases.

"yea... apology accepted."

+ an: nonnie i think i love this... your mind is a beautiful thing i hope yk that

minors DNI!!

when dante told you he was open to try anything in bed, you thought he was just exaggerating. after all, he tended to do that a lot, and say a lot of things he really didn't mean. so you didn't ponder too hard on what kind of kinks he wanted to try. normally, he'd just ask to swap it up a bit, check in to see if you wanted to try something new.

however, dante never told you about his pegging kink. at least, not explicitly. whenever you two walked into sex stores, him giggling like an adult child, his eyes seemed to linger on the straps. you didn't pay much mind, figuring it was just male fascination. i mean, who wouldn't be amazed by the fact women could imitate penitration?

he would always stall in the lube section, looking at the different options. he'd often making jokes about trying them out, before setting them down.

it didn't click in your head until lady slipped up one day. you had gone out for a drink with her, laughing and gossiping at the bar. the liquor started talking on her end, resulting in a major slip up - although, now that you think back on it, it wasn't really a bad one.

"ya know" she started, tossing back another shot. "dante says some nasty, depraved things about you... or more so, about himself." that got you to perk up, raising an eyebrow.

"oh yea, like what?" you questioned. you were thinking maybe eating from the back, or fucking in public. your mind didn't think about the possible different kinks he had, he always just seemed experimental. more of 'how far can i stretch the title of vanilla'.

"well, he told me he wants to be pegged. by you."

pegged??? you think, recalling anytime where he may have discreetly tried bringing this up.

dante had mentioned anal, and the lingering gazes on the straps started clicking in place. he didn't necessarily mean anal on you, he meant on him. "oh my god" you gasp, finally realizing.

"listen, between me and you, i know you're gonna try it. probably tonight." lady wasn't wrong. she slides you over a bottle of lube discreetly, smirking. "there's half the cost for the night. tell dante to add it to his tab."

you chuckle, thanking lady for the... gift?

an hour later, you find yourself out of the bar, a bag containing a new strap-on in your hand, and the lube nudged into your purse. you were on a mission - to make dante not only confess his kink, but also absolutely ruin him - just like he wanted.

you enter the office, taking note of your boyfriend, sprawled out on his chair, feet kicked up on the desk. "hey baby" he purrs, eyes flicking over you with a smirk. "good night out? seems like ya went shopping. whatcha get?"

"oh, its more for you than me." you reply, setting the bag down on the table. dante eagerly sits up, taking notice of the box. "damn, wrapped all pretty, what did ya buy?"

"open it" a command. it left him no room to argue. delicately, he takes the lid off, expecting a sexy piece of clothing or something.

dante's face flushes. he swallows, thickly. he was so unsure what to think, how did you know?

"this for me?" he ask, looking up to meet your eyes. god, he looked pretty, batting his eyelashes up at you like this. you wondered how it would be seeing dante crumbled beneath you on the sheets.

"wanna go try it out?"

he nods, quickly getting up from the table, making his way to the room. you swore you saw him shiver, taking joy in the way the devil was ready to submit already.

once entering the bedroom, you find dante sitting on the edge of the bed, almost waiting for you. shit, he had made quick work of his clothes, his shirt and pants tossed somewhere in the room, coat lazily slung over the side of the bed.

"go lay down, ass up" you coo to him, watching the him crawl over to the pillows, pressing his face into them as he arched his ass up for you. god, you didn't now he could be so submissive, yet watching this was more than you could ever ask for.

you didn't know you needed this until now.

you settle behind dante, knees sinking into the mattess. "gonna be good f' me?" you ask, grabbing his bulge through his boxers, earning a shaky moan.

"mhm... yes, please" he pants out, peaking out from the pillows. his tan skin was burning up as he eyes the box. you had settled it on the side of you, removing his boxers.

dante shivers as you pour lube down his ass, a finger circling his pucker. "please?" he mewls, burying his face into the pillows once again, desperately awaiting the feeling of one finger sinking in.

"gonna take good care of you." you whisper against his back, planting a chaste kiss, before pressing one finger in.

you didn't even know dante could moan like this. his hips jolt forward, hands gripping the sheets desperately as you curl a digit in his hole. it was tight, running over his walls, feeling him clench.

how come you hadn't connected the dots earlier? you had missed out on so much....

dante whimpers as you press in a second, scissoring your two fingers to open him up a bit more. you press the pads of your fingers against his prostate, watching how he falls apart under you.

you had a devil hunter, a son of sparda, begging for you to just fuck him. either you were the luckiest person alive, or the stupidist.

"c'mon baby, take a lil more. you can take another finger, right?" you ask, watching his white hair move in a shaky nod.

you slide in a third digit, dante crumbling under you. his legs were giving out, pants and groans falling from his lips in a choir.

he melts into the sheets, the stretch a burn that he craved. he had dreamt of this many nights, waking up in a cum coated mess. you, fucking his ass, making him submit to you. he liked this, the power swap. it was always him on top.

and you were willing to pamper him.

you pull your fingers out, earning a whine of complaint from dante. you shush him, opening the box to assemble the strap around your hips. he listens to the rustling, shivering in anticipation. he had been waiting for this moment, and now, you were going to give it to him.

you press the tip to his hole, watching as he attempted to fuck back against you. smirking, you finally - slowly - enter, feeling his body melt back into the mattress. soft 'fucks' escape his lips, his body surrendering to you.

dante whines as you bottom out, panting into the fabric of the pillows. your name is a mantra on his lips, his back arching as you preform a test roll. he seems ready.

slowly, you pull out, building up pace as the devil hunter's orgasm builds up again. he wasn't going to last long, there was no way - his mind was going fuzzy, the feeling of the strap's head dragging against his walls and bumping his prostate had him shaking.

his cock twitches, your hand reaching down to gently stroke it, bringing him closer to the verge of an orgasm. dante was close, real close.

your hips slam against his ass, his body collapsing against the sheets as he moans pathetically, humping into your hand. his pleading started again, begging for you to give him an orgasm. and who were you to deny, after he'd be so good for you?

dante cums, white ropes seeping into the sheets as he drops his body, unable to support himself anymore. you help him ride out his orgasm, giving a few last thrust, before pulling the strap out.

leaning down, you press a kiss to his neck, earning a muffled thank you.

he was a mess, and so were the sheets. "c'mon, dante, let's go clean up, hm?" he groans, shaking his head.

oh well, he deserved a break after you ruined him.

+ an: i was torn between making law experienced or unexperienced, so i went with my personal favorite (virgin law)!! also apologies, i know i said i write mtf reader, but dicks are not my specialty </3

minors DNI!

trafalgar law had his eyes on you. ever since you stepped onto his ship 10 years ago, offering to be his nurse.

there was something about you, so appealing. maybe your style? the way your hair cascaded over your shoulders? the piercings you had lining your face?

maybe it was your voice. sweet, alluring.

it was gross. the way he felt about you, sitting in his room, jerking himself off to fucking anatomical diagrams of female reproductive organs. he was a doctor, for fucks sake! and your captain!! this was unprofessional on the highest level.

never had law ever been this pathetic over a crewmate. you probably didn't even want him!!! sure, you were sweeter to him than the others on the crew, but you probably just wanted to warm up to your captain. and that sent blood flowing to the wrong places.

fortunately, it was another late night, and you were long gone. hopefully asleep, safe and sound. he hoped you were. he couldn't afford to loose you - not only as a dear friend, but also because he was disgustingly infatuated with you.

law was confident he knew everything about you - or at least, most. not only was he your best friend, but a doctor too. he could solve any problem you had.

minus the fact he gets a hard-on every time he ends up checking your wounds after a battle.

his heart jumps into his throat as footsteps make their way down the hallway, coming towards his office. he sighs, brushing a hand over his face, making a (weak) attempt to focus back on his paperwork and stop fucking day dreaming.

"who is it?" he calls, his tone stern. until he sees you in his doorway. "shit... hey... can't sleep?"

"somethin like that." you coo, making your way over to him. "law, you know its late... get some sleep." you whisper to him, and in that minute he knows he's a goner. his dick twitches to life, and he shifts uncomfortably in the seat.

"it needs to get done."

"lemme stay here then" you ask, settling yourself down onto his lap without a warning. he swallows a moan, nodding, trying to remain nonchalant as he works away.

law's facade fails when you shift your hips, earning a whimper. you turn back, meeting his eyes. "law.. you good??"

law looses it. he can't, he can't lie to you, can't ignore the way his heart pangs when he sees you. "can i eat you out?" he ask.

your face flushes. out of both lust and embarrassment. this is gonna be hard to break to him

"law uhm... no."

"huh?" he pauses, before looking guilty. "shit, im sorry.... hope this didnt make things weir-"

"no, not no you can't, but literally you can't. i wasn't born a girl." you confess."

he blinks. "ohhh... can i suck your dick then?" he ask.

you chuckle, amused by his boldness.

"sure. why not." he sighs, shaky hands moving to set you atop his desk, hands making quick work of your bottoms. he pulls off your pretty panties - a cute touch, he thinks to himself - swallowing at the sight of your dick.

"fuck... uhm... how do i suck dick?" he ask.

right. he was a virgin. "oh, right. uhm..." you grab his face, bringing him down. you press your tip to his lips, watching him slowly take it in. you sigh breathily, giving him a soft 'good'. "use some tongue, and if ya can't fit it all, use yer hands."

he nods around you, slowly lowering his head down, messy and uncoordinated with his movements, slowly starting to gain confidence.

sure, he wasn't the best. but it was the fact he was the one giving you head that made it feel so good. your hand wraps around his hair, pressing him further down, tip hitting his throat and earning a soft whine from his lips.

law whimpers and moans around you, dick twitching and ready to cum just from pleasing you. sure, it wasn't what he had imagined, but fuck, he would kill for this to be a reoccurring thing.

"so close" you groan, pushing him down further, before spilling hot seed down his throat.

law eagerly swallows, pulling off and licking his lips. "w-was that good?" he whispers, eyes teary and meeting yours, seeking your approval.

you nod, bringing him up to kiss his lips. "mhm. perfect."

"now... what should i teach ya next?"

could i maybe request an aventurine x fem!reader?? where shes just gone dumb from how hard shes fucked.......

- 🎲 (i dunno if you have a dice anon 😓...)

+ an: hello!!! i don't have a 🎲anon, so it's your title now!! welcome to the party mwah <33 also i love seeing an aventurine fan (he's totally the type to fuck a chick dumb 😈)

minors DNI!!

"c'mon doll, no need to be shy" aventurine coos, nudging your thighs open for him. "i know how needy this pussy is. you've been so good for me already, why not continue on?"

the blonde sat in front of you, prying your shaky thighs open. he'd just made you cum twice, once on his fingers and another on his face, but he was no where near done. in fact, aventurine seemed like he wasn't close to running out of stamina. how could he, when his doll looked so pretty after he pulled an orgasm from her?

"c'mon, i promise i'll be good. won't be too rough on ya." he smirks. he was a dirty liar, you both knew aventurine had a habit of fucking you till you couldn't stand, till his name was the only thing in your brain.

yet, he looked so pretty when he sat between your legs, ruining you, or when he was just too lazy to properly fuck you, and made you ride him instead.

it was something about his eyes.

you couldn't deny him. aventurine knew your body too well. you open your trembling thighs, letting him settle back between them. "see, wasn't too hard, was it, sweetheart?"

his voice was sinful as he brings two fingers to your drenched folds, your clit puffy from overstimulation. his digits spread you open, a shit-eating grin crossing his lips as he looks down at you. "damn, she's hungry, isn't she?"

aventurine disposes of his pants and boxers, wasting no time crawling back over you. his hands bring your knees up towards your chest, spreading you open for him. "fuck, can't wait to be inside ya... look so good, all spread out like this."

he rubs his tip between your folds, collecting slick on his pre-cum leaking head. he groans as he bumps your clit, taking in the way your body shudders.

you whine, begging for him to finally sink in. you couldn't help but need it, he had folded you so perfectly, and you knew he would fuck you so well. aventurine seems to get the message, slowly sinking in.

it was torture!! he was taking his time, intending to dissolve you into a whiny mess - which he tended to do, effortlessly. his dick was reshaping your walls, it was always such a stretch to take him, no matter how many times he fucked you.

"see, such a good girl. i knew you could take me all." he purrs into your ear, leaning down to smirk in your face. he thrust into you, tip hitting that spongey spot already. he knew your body like the back of his hand, could analyze it like any game he played.

aventurine knew what would make you cum for him. he drills his hips into you, ignoring your pleads to 'slow down'. lewd sounds spill from his dick pounding into your cunt, your slick coating his base and balls.

"look so pretty under me, ya know that?" he slips a free hands down to toy with your clit ruthlessly. there was no rhythm to his madness, just however he felt would get you - and him - off.

he keeps your legs pinned to your chest with his other hand, practically drilling into you. aventurine could tell you were slowly loosing it - your head had tilted to the side, drool slipping past your plush lips. whines of his name and 'more' were all that fell from your lips.

he really hit the jackpot with you. who knew he'd find such a compliant fucktoy girlfriend?

"you're close, aintcha baby? i can feel your pussy flutterin' round me, she's telling me you wanna cum. go on, cum for me." his words were like fuel to the fire in your core, the mix of his head consistently abusing your g-spot and his messy fingers on your clit sending you spiraling.

it doesn't take much longer, your orgasm crashing down with a sob of his name, nails digging into his back. "fuck, so perfect like this." he pants, thrust growing sloppy as he fucks you through your release. you whine his name, overstimulation taking over.

"c'mon, lemme finish, yea baby? then you can be done. you can take my cum, right?" he coos. you were too gone to even think about arguing, nodding your head.

"good" he smirks, giving you a few last rolls, before his hips stutter, filling your walls with his cum. aventurine pants above you, smirking as he wipes away drool from your chin. "only i could fuck you this good, right baby?"

he was right. only he could ever wreck you like this.

Happy pride LMFAO can I be 🍔 anon?

☆ WORKPLACE DISTRACTION

+ warnings: wlw content!! cockwarming, no plot whatsoever, top reader, edging

+ ft: the herta

+ wc: 1.2k

+ an: ofc you can!!! welcome to the roster 🍔nonnie!!

minors + men DNI!

"this really isn't necessary, you know..." herta sighs, shifting uncomfortably. she really wanted to move, really needed to feel you sliding in and out of her.

you, however, intended not to give up. "c'mon herta, focus on your work. i told you, when you finish this paperwork, then i'll letcha ride me."

the witch was not having it. "ugh, you're so rude, you know?" she scoffs, resulting in a smack against her ass. "ouch!! really??"

"herta, behave. i don't mind leaving you empty." you coo, rolling your hips up just a bit, thrusting the strap up into her. she whines prettily, hands clenching the table as she tries to focus on the stacks of paper on her desk.

despite her grandeur and expertise, your girlfriend had no sense of time. normally, she had the herta bots do her work. she conveniently forgot to assign some to do this paperwork, and now she was stuck doing it, to ensure there were no last minute errors. ruan mei would have her head if the documents were incorrect.

so, what better way to encourage her than with an orgasm?

seems like herta had different ideas. she tried to shuffle herself around on your lap, seeking some friction to ease the coil of heat you had built up, but you weren't giving in to her whims, your hands clamping down on her hips.

"herta... behave." seriously, it was insane how much power you had over this woman, who could literally fight you and win. but a win is a win.

herta stops moving, huffing as she returns to (trying to) focus on the paper work.

her hands were shaky, but she was making her way through the stack... somewhat. whatever, it was enough to give her at least a little reward. your right hand slides down between her thighs, brushing her clit. herta gasp, slapping a hand over her mouth and dropping her pen.

she attempts to quickly regain herself, grabbing the pen, writing down more notations and findings, hand trembling. god, it felt so good, her orgasm building up as she clenches down on the strap. she was close, finally!

until she wasn't. your hand leaves her clit, earning a frustrated groan from her lips. her head swivels around to glare at you, pouting. "seriously? can't even let me have a little fun?"

"no." you respond, gripping her thighs before she can try and fuck herself on the strap. "you know the circumstances."

she sighs, head rolling against the desk as she leans forward. she was falling apart, her mind growing preoccupied on one thought - getting her orgasm.

the words on the papers were blurring together, and she attempts to continue filling them out, desperate for your touch again, craving the sweet release she had been looking for these past hours.

you had no intention of giving up. instead, you planned for her to finish the paper work, one way or another. you had told her she would get rewarded, so you knew she would get through it.... eventually.

your hand snakes back down, tracing shapes into the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs. at this point, her arousal coated both hers and your thighs, the seat of the office chair baring stains of her slick. she was a mess, face flushed, breast rising and falling heavily.

"please, let me cum?? please, need it so bad" she whines, her attitude slipping as you draw her closer and closer to her orgasm. finally, she could cum!! she could finally be free from the idea of a release stuck in her mind! herta was close, her hand clamping her mouth as she mewls loudly, cunt spasming around the strap once again.

but that flame was quick to diminish, your hand leaving her once again, returning to holding her hips down firmly so she couldn't try to get herself off.

"come on!" she whines, sighing heavily. "i've been so good, look, i'm almost halfway through!!" herta drops the pen, body shaking. she couldn't go on much longer, her brain was fried. any sort of logic was out the door, she just needed you to drill into her, bend her over the desk and claim her.

the papers could wait, at least in her mind. in yours, however, you knew they couldn't. "come on, ruan mei and screwllum need these. i promise you, finish them, and then you can cum. sounds good?"

no. it didn't. but at this point, she had no choice but to push forward, as the amount of times you had denied her of an orgasm was solid proof of your standing on this debate.

"fine." she sighs defeatedly, honing back in onto the paperwork. she told herself the faster she got this done, the faster she could cum. that was good motivation, right?

you observe her, watching with a smirk as she flies through the different documents, quickly and accurately fixing them. maybe your form of encouragement had worked? she made it a little over halfway at this point, clearly seeking your praise.

at this point, you were growing needy too, needing to see your girlfriend fall apart from you. "tell you what" you start, watching herta turn back to face you. hope was written all over her face.

"take a break. i'll letcha cum, then we can do this again for the other half of the papers left... i think that'll be more efficient, knowing that your bound to get your reward." you purr, tilting her head back and lining kisses down the column of her neck.

oh yes, herta liked this idea. this was much better than your previous one. she nods, yelping as you abruptly stand up, pressing her face down into the desk.

"good, just don't ruin the files, yea?" you ask, rolling your hips against her ass. god, she looked pretty like this, that genius brain clouded in a lust-filled haze, her pussy dripping down the shaft of the strap.

herta wasn't going to last long, your previous efforts leaving her sensitive. reaching around, you cover her mouth, not wanting other members of the society to here the way you were using the 83rd member of the genius society.

"please, please, lemme cum?" she begs, back arching as a you remove your hand from her mouth, snaking it back down to toy with her clit, occasionally inserting a finger alongside the strap in her.

"go on" you purr, giving her the permission she finally got to hear, the words she'd be dreaming about since you sat her down on the strap!!

she gushes around the strap and your fingers, sinking against the desk with a relieved sigh. you lean forward, kissing her cheek, before pulling her back against your chest. settling down in the office chair, you scoot the two of you closer to the desk.

"take five, but then you're back to doing this paperwork... same rules apply as before."

she nods, slumping against you. she could do this.