GIVE THE PEOPLE SOME OLDER!BOYFRIEND!SIMON (sfw And Nsfw) (im Talking Like Reader Is 22 And Hes 39)

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GIVE THE PEOPLE SOME OLDER!BOYFRIEND!SIMON (sfw and nsfw) (im talking like reader is 22 and he’s 39)

AGGGGGGGH this is me if you even care. i love this i love this i will gladly give the people what they NEED

older-boyfriend!simon who tries to push you away at first. because why are you trying to go after a man pushing 40 when there's better guys for you. one who aren't cold and hardened by war, guys your age who can treat you better than he can. a college-aged sweet thing like you should still be out having fun at the clubs and bars instead of trying to get with the brooding guy in the corner of the bar.

but older-boyfriend!simon who admires the way you're so insistent on hanging around him. your crush is not so well hidden but he knows that you're aware of that, refusing to hide your puppy love for him. makes him realize that no boy can treat you better than he can. knows exactly what you need, what you deserve. that with all his years of knowledge and experience, he can share it with you so he can protect you.

when he finally gives into you after so many months of you pining, he decides he's going to put out all the stops and show you how you should be treated. the first couple of dates are moments where he gets to finally let you in and get to know you deeper, always leaves room for you to speak and has to remind himself to share just a little bit more than he's used to so you can know more about him. always so polite and gentle with you. studies the features of your pretty face while you get so animated talking. yet always gives you room to opt out if you truly decide that you don't want to be with a man nearly double your age.

it's finally when he decides to become older-boyfriend!simon that he's tired of playing it safe. tired of holding you so loosely when you've done nothing but show him how much you want to be his. how much you want him to be yours. that's when he decides that he will be that much and more. once you're his pretty little thing there's no going back. had you in an iron grip. because older-boyfriend!simon is possessive. older-boyfriend!simon treats you as if he's already married to you.

creates a joint financial account and pours money into it so you can spend it on whatever you want! when you're hesitant to buy anything especially so expensive, he actually gets mad at you (lovingly). forces you out the next weekend and says if you so much as look at anything then it's going in the cart. you want those designer shoes? done. you want this whole set of hardcover books you might never read? done. you want to go to a fast food joint for just a shake? done.

all of a sudden, your online shopping carts are empty and you're getting emails that they're arriving within the next week. gives you a hard stare every time you try to tell him that it's okay! save the money! he grabs you by the jaw and says "anything you want in this world, i'll give it to you. we don' need to save f'anything except a house." even though you're fairly sure he has more than enough to buy you a nice home on a private property.

eventually he calms down from giving you all this financial freedom. he just wants to provide for you godammit! wants to give you everything he never had, make sure you never need to think about budgeting for something. makes sure to teach you how to make financially responsible decisions though. what a hypocrite. that way, he always warns, if ever he's not around that you can take care of yourself.

but by god older-boyfriend!simon never wants to be away from you. you have scary dog privileges with him wherever you go. he'll give you some breathing room if at a social event and you manage to drag him out to a club, but he never lets you out of his sight. love to watch you, loves to watch over you, loves the sight of what's his. and if you're ever bothered by anyone, he's quick to cut that interaction short by leering over them. blocks you off with his body do you're dwarfed by his huge frame. you're the one who has to tug at him to go away because you don't wanna make a scene.

and at home? ohmg, older-boyfriend!simon never has his hands off of you. you thought you were like the lovesick puppy who followed him around at first? he's ten times worse, especially after hearing you call him yours for the first time when introducing him. needs to be touching you. if you get up to stretch, he's coming with you just a step behind. you're in the kitchen making something, he's hovering behind you with hands around your waist and makes you waddle to get somewhere else bc he won't let go. you're in bed or on the couch, somehow he's shimmied himself under you so you're laying on top of him and trapped in his arms clasped together over your waist. sometimes it's even worse when all of a sudden he crawls over you and puts his full weight down so he can lay on you and snuggle into your neck.

he's even worse in the bedroom. never lets you take your eyes off of him as he fucks you so deeply. tells you that he reaches parts of you nobody has and nobody ever will be able to touch.

older-boyfriend!simon who grins when he sees how fucked out you look under him. because you've only ever been with those boys who didn't know what they were doing. no, one of them knew how to give it to you good. would never be up to par with what he can provide anyways. he gives you a painful reminder between your legs just how good you can take it when you wake up the next morning.

nestled so deep inside of you, makes sure you cum first. always. he grunts in your ear as he rams into you so sweetly and it feels like he's trying to carve his name into your walls with his hard dick. makes you cum early by stroking you just right as he grinds into you so you have something nice and big to cum around.

and older-boyfriend!simon who loves to mark you up. lips never part from your neck or your nipples or your jaw or your hips or your thighs. you're quite literally being ravished by a wild animal. because nothing makes his dick harder with the way you look at him when you know - expect - that he's going to fuck you dumb. like you've already resigned to your fate and accept the fact that nobody will ever make you feel as good as he will.

he works you so hard to a point you think you need to tap out. you're scratching at him and pleading but older-boyfriend!simon knows best! he knows so much more than you after all! gotta build you up, gotta train you so that you can keep taking it and taking it and taking it. get you used to cumming so much that he can keep going. because he always has to hold back so he doesn't break you.

always cums inside. he likes to cum over your body, but likes it even more to shove it into you so deep. floods you with his hot seed and always says "where else would i cum?" when you squirm and pout at him. older-boyfriend!simon knows what's good for you, darling. and if you're ever worried about a family with the possessive way he looks at you when he does cum, he will shrug and say "you gonna give me one? wanna give me a lil' riley?" even tho you're still so young! but again... older-boyfriend!simon treats you like he's already claimed you as his spouse. that's why you just have to get used to the warm feeling of his cum down your thighs every night. sometimes replenishes it in the morning.

older-boyfriend!simon who has so much to show you, show much to give you. his sweet little baby. it's only a matter of time before you're able to handle him at his fullest. but until then, he'll keep stretching you out every night and claiming you over and over again to remind you that you are his.

da best 😮‍💨😵‍💫😩🥴

Always, High or Low Tide (+18)

Whitebeard(young but definitely aging)/Reader (AFAB)

Warnings: obviously a size kink, grinding, thigh riding, manhandling, semi public sex (empty ship but it is on deck), maybe a bit of a hand kink?, hand/finger(s) riding, overstimulation, praise kink, and creampie.

If I'm forgetting something let me know.

Oh! This is NOT FOR FATHER'S DAY. I just don't have the patience to wait till tomorrow to post it. Though if you want to read this and still call Whitebeard 'daddy' that's between you and god ig. I don't kink shame here, we're all filth.

@secretsnailor

Word count: 2836

(Honestly, at this point am I writing smut for smut or just to post vaguely related mood/setting shots?)

It was quite the special occasion aboard the Moby Dick. A yearly celebration of the official forming of Edward’s crew. The party had long since spilled onto Spinx island, most of the crew evacuating the ship to join the fun elsewhere. And because the latter half of the night was just for the two of you. A sort of date night.

It was hard to get any real privacy on a ship as big as the Moby, chock full of ‘sons’ and ‘daughters’ who, while independent, are more than happy to spend some time with Edward. It was understandable, and you definitely didn’t begrudge them for the impulse. It just made certain moments more… difficult to arrange. Thankfully as captain, Edward was more than capable of pulling some strings. And a party was the perfect distraction. You weren’t sure if there really was anyone left on the ship at this point. If there was, they were likely passed out until well into the afternoon tomorrow.

Which was perfect, because you’d been dying for a bit of alone time with Edward for ages now.

Reclining against his chest, straddling his thigh, you both looked up at the stars as the ship was gently rocked by calm ocean waves. His arm was propped over your legs, dwarfing you considerably as his warmth radiated against the cool breeze. The distant sound of cheers an amusing backdrop to the serene moment.

“Are you comfortable, little wave?” Edward asked, voice rumbling against your back. Rolling your shoulders, you pressed yourself further into his embrace.

“With you? Always.” You murmured, laying your hand over his. With your fingers stretched out, you could barely lace them with his own, but you reveled in the contrast between calloused knuckles and the soft ridges over his veins. Leaning your head back, you looked up at him with a gentle smile. He returned the gesture, the crinkles around his eyes deepening as he chuckled, white moustache shifting with every breath of air.

“You flatter me, little one.” Edward mused, hand brushing over your body to tilt your chin up higher with his knuckles.

“But I never lie.” You responded cheekily, removing your chin to press a kiss to the meat of his palm, just over the first knuckle of his thumb. His hand twitched, fingers drifting over your cheek and into your hairline. Cradling your face, Edward’s thumb moved back, brushing over your lips and sliding over your tongue. Sea salt with a bit of sake invading your senses.

“No. You never do… so go on.” Edward teased, “I know you want to.” Whining a bit in protest to the growing heat across your face, you accepted the invitation. Hips rolling, grinding against his thigh, you struggled to maintain your composure. His thumb ensuring every mewl was heard as it slipped into a moan. Just to be mean, he moved his arm away from you, forcing you to either hold yourself up or lean further into his thigh. Or maybe to view how your muscles tensed along your back beneath your shirt.

At this point, you weren’t sure you could maintain a straight posture, your hands lashing out to grip his thigh. Both of your pants were growing damp as your hips jolted, his thumb pressing harder against your tongue. Sound faded in and out in waves as your fixated on the burn in your own thighs as you dragged your clit over his leg. You wished you had removed your jeans beforehand. And maybe his. The friction of fabric a far cry from the satisfaction of slick skin over skin.

Edward chuckled, free hand brushing over your back to shove your shirt over your head. Fingertips pressing up your spine and forcing you into an arch. Crying out, you switched your grip to his wrist, keenly aware that your bra had fallen free. Breast pressed against his arm, you panted around his thumb, saliva dripping over your lips. His other hand kept a firm pressure between your shoulder blades as he finally slipped his thumb from between your lips, smearing cold spit over your neck and down your chest.

With a pressure just shy of bruising, he swept from sternum to the swell of your breast, flicking your nipple with his thumb. Determined, you kept grinding down onto his lap as heat pooled in your chest. Glancing up with your neck craned back, you looked at Edward’s hot gaze. Though he was barely moving—you could say he was even letting you take the lead—there was no doubt that if he gave the word you’d stop. Even as your muscles twitched in warning.

He pushed you back against him, lifting you from his thigh despite your instinctive cry from the loss of stimulation.

“Easy, my little wave.” Edward soothed you, dragging his hand over your stomach to the zipper of your pants. “I thought you’d like to be… freed.”

With slow but confident movements, he pushed down your jeans, ignoring how wet you were. Now completely naked, he settled you back over his thigh.

“Oh, Edward.” You sighed, arching your back as the fabric of his pants ground over your soaked pussy.

His hand slipped under you, middle fingers curling up between your legs. The tips pressing over your pubic bone.

“Slowly, pretty tidepool. Show me how wet you are.” Gripping his supporting hand still toying with your breasts, you rolled your hips over his palm, thoroughly soaking his hand, “Good… Think you can take them? Or will your pussy struggle before we even get to what you really want?”

Emboldened, you lifted your hips, brushing his still fingers between your slick lips. Drenching them before he changes his mind and allowing your weight to drop slowly, his thick fingers pressed in. With some difficulty, you keened when they finally slipped into your body. Crowding your cunt for space, still you lowered your body until you sat on his hand, panting for air. There was a slight burn—perhaps two fingers at once a bit much to start off with—but the satisfaction when his hand twitched was worth every inch.

Digging into your walls with his fingers, you rocked your hips, now fully held up by his other hand. They reached so deep every time you did this—fuck was it maddening. You almost screamed when he stretched you open, scissoring his finger slowly and abusing his grip on your breasts to lift you up, dragging his wide knuckles in your open pussy. Edward chuckled as you struggled in his grip, body involuntarily twitching as you approached your peak from his hands alone.

His fingers curled again, dragging your pussy open as his knuckles dug into your most sensitive spot.

“That’s it, let go for me. Let me see how good you feel, little one.” Edward crooned, his hand getting drenched as he held you still, his fingers never ceasing their movements. “So beautiful… can my pretty little tidepool handle more? I wouldn’t want to be a cruel man and hurt you on my cock.” He teased.

Hissing through your teeth as he pulled you off his fingers, you glared at him.

“Like you could break me.” You challenged… though maybe not wisely. Edward would never seriously hurt you but well… you knew from past experience he found your overstimulated cries amusing.

“I guess we’ll find out then, won’t we little one?” Edward mused, lifting you up with one hand. With practiced movements, he shoved down his pants, freeing his cock. “I hope you don’t mind me taking a few liberties, little wave. This isn’t how I want you to scream.” Edward warned.

Holding you over his swollen cock, he spread you lips apart. Rubbing your slick pussy over the thick tip and down the side, allowing it to grind over your clit as he spread your wetness over it. You cried out as he used your body effortlessly, preparing the both of you with the aftermath of your previous orgasm. Occasionally, he would press into you, teasing your cunt with the faint stretch over his cock. Showing you how easy it was with your wet cunt.

Nails cutting into his wrist, you keened as he dipped the tip into your cunt again. And kept going. Until he was settled in deep, the stretch no match for the slick that pooled from your cunt and over his cock. Finally, he was as deep as he could go, his balls hot beneath you as he leaned back to make room for you. Like you were the one that needed space between the two of you.

Settled deep in his lap, your feet slipping underneath you with your heels digging into his balls as you panted. Dragging cool air into your heated body. His hands, now only partially holding you up, sensually ran over your exposed body. Digging into your hips and pressing down over the faint swell where his cock bullied your cunt for more room. You keened at the unexpected pressure that did nothing but press his cock deeper into your body.

Then his hot hands retreated entirely, leaving only your weak legs and his thick cock to hold you up. Keening, it was only when he rolled his hips that you got the picture.

Grinding in his lap, you fucked yourself on his dick, moaning as your pussy twitched around him fruitlessly. It wasn’t like he could go any deeper, already rubbing against your cervix, and you’d collapse if you tried to remove him from your body entirely. Keening at the image, you struggled to lift yourself, dragging him from your body by mere inches before you gave out and slammed back down. Edward groaned, hips tensing as his cock twitched.

The sound sent shivers down your spine.

You didn’t care if you did scream at this point, so long as Edward gave you that deep sound again. It vibrated clear to your cunt, it was so loud. So, you sat up again, lifting until you were as high as you could go—half his cock still heavy in your walls—before falling back down. Choking on a groan, he grabbed you, squeezing your body as he held you in place.

“F-Fuck, you’re so tight, little one. D-Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Edward huffed, leaning forward until his hair fell before you in golden waves. It brushed you face with every thrust, the movement aided by his hands on your waist bodily moving you up and down his cock.

You could only cry out, gripping his hands as you fell forward under the onslaught of pleasure. But he never faltered, steadily slamming you against his thighs as he chased both your pleasure. As you grew closer and closer, that heat overwhelming you with every thrust, you reached out and yanked his hair down. When his chin entered your field of view, you leaned against his hold and pressed wet kissed to the underside.

His groans vibrated against your lips as he came, cock twitching as he filled your body with burning heat. Still, he thrust his hips against you, driving his cock deeper, pushing you over the edge until you screamed against his throat.

“E-Ed! Ah—hng—fuck, please!” You babbled, dizzily spiraling down from your high as you licked his throat.

“Not done yet.” That was your only warning as Edward pulled you off his cock, still twitched and leaking cum. Standing, he turned around and laid your back on his chair, draped over the arm rest. “Better hold on tight, little one. I want to see how strong you are.”

You barely had time to grip the wood over you head before his cock slammed back in. His cock rammed in deep, pushing you against the unyielding surface as Edward leaned over you. Lips and snow, white moustache pressing in as his tongue muffled your panting cries.

Still creaming from your last orgasm, Edward was quick to drive you into that burning, overstimulated place. His kiss tasted like sake, filthy wet as he threatened to choke you with his tongue. Crying around his tongue, you had nowhere to go and no choice but to either listen to the lewd, wet sound of his cock driving into your cunt, or scream loud enough to carry clear over the ocean. His movements didn’t stop, still harsh against your body as you cried out over and over again, the very breath from your lungs being pushed out of you.

Both your thighs were soaked, his belt buckle slapping against you ass when he lifted your hips up higher for his pleasure. And still he kissed you, pressing your head into the arm rest as his grip made the wood groan under his hands.

You screamed into his lips as you came again, drenching the chair beneath you. His cock drilled into you harshly still, not stopping or slowing down as you strained against his hold. Burning overstimulation dragging another orgasm from you when he finally groaned, forcing his cock as far as it would go. The mix of your pleasure was hot as it ran down your body, cooling slowly in the night air as you both panted.

Edward looked down at you with a pleased expression, cock resting heavy in your body. Shaking and exhausted, you smiled.

“I told you, you couldn’t break me.”

He snorted, lifting you as he stood up and swept your clothes into one hand.

Cock still sank deep in your dripping cunt, he held you to his chest as he made his way to your rooms. Every step forcing a small moan from your lips with increasing frequency.

Rather than letting you down on the bed, he detoured to the bathroom and turned on the water. Sinking down into the slowly rising pool, Edward groaned.

“So you did, little wave.” Edward smiled, rubbing your back, “Let me enjoy your warmth for a while longer.”

Yet his hand drifted down to where your pussy met the base of his cock. Slipping between them and teasing your clit.

“L-Little more than enjoying, Ed.” You whined, overstimulated but so wet.

“I’m a pirate, little one.” Edward leaned down to whisper in your ear as the hot water rose to lap at your thighs, “We’re known for our decadence.”

This time, your orgasm was a slow one. It wound around your cunt, slipping through your sensitive walls, and spilled over you. Driven by every brush of his thumb over your clit, you whined loudly.

The water shut off, heat now engulfing you all the way to your breasts.

Hips helplessly twitched and driving his cock to rub against your walls.

“Keep going. There’s still time to break you yet.” Edward grinned with the sensual threat. “I can’t consider you broken if you’re not begging for mercy, can I little one?”

Edward put his hand on your back pushing you against his chest. Gently shoving you up his body and off his cock only to let you sink back down. Your nails dragged down his chest, lips smothering moans between his pecks. But he still kept going.

You didn’t often have time to fuck, but when you did it seemed to never end.

His hand slipped under the water to grip your ass, pressing his finger against his cock like he thought there would ever be room for more than the thick member. Still, the threat dragged you under again.

The heat from the bath and his cock made you dizzy. Time melting like you melted against his chest until you could only whimper with every drag of his cock.

You weren’t sure if you came several more times or just rode the high of a single orgasm. Your pussy clenched around him as he came one last time. Replacing everything he fucked out of you with a deep, resonating groan.

Distantly, you realized you had been crying out, the cold water finally reaching your fucked state of mind.

“—please Edward, I need it. I need you, please cum, I feel so empty on your cock—” The sheer filth you begged for heated your face as your buried your head into his neck.

It was a strangely bittersweet relief when he finally lifted you off his cock. Your cunt twitched around the empty space where he used to be. Edward chuckled, draining the water to refill it again.

“Looks like I can break you after all, little one.” Edward teased, pressing a kiss to your burning cheek before sliding his lips down for a proper kiss. When you breathlessly tugged his hair for air he reluctantly pulled back, tongue slipping over your lips as he chased your taste, “Still strong enough to take everything I give though, aren’t you?”

Panting, dizzy, and shaking with exhaustion, you chuckled in satisfaction.

“Always.”

Edward smiled softly down at you, crow’s feet riding the tops of his cheekbones. You’d probably have to be carried around for a while, but it was worth it.

Them: What type of men are you into?

Me: I am not sure myself

OP Men Failing No Nut November Headcanons(NSFW)

Black Fem Reader in Mind

Bad Summary: Who last NNN and who doesn’t

Ft. Shanks, Sanji, Zoro

CW: Mentions of Sex, Pussy slapping, Oral, Teasing, Zoro is a complete ass, I may do a part 2

Sanji

He lost before he started

In all honesty he’d probably last…a few days, but that’s because he started touching himself again

You mentioned that you wanted to focus more on your training so you wanted to save your energy for the next month and not have sex

First off he started crying

But you said this because you all were getting into way more close calls than usual with fighting enemies and you wanted to prepare for the worse in case Sanji wasn’t there to save you

He did respect your wishes and so for the next 4 weeks there would be no extreme sexual contact between you both. Sanji even went as far as not jack off to practice self restraint.

After the first week it was painful for him but he managed to distract himself with practicing more recipes and training with you

Second week was a breeze, you both were able to sleep on separate sides of the bed without any issues

Now the third week…was a bit difficult for you both.

You noticed how much stronger Sanji got without having the distraction of sex and it got to you.

A lot.

You didn’t want to go back on your word so you had to do and you went into your shared room with him and you found yourself playing with your clit.

Unfortunately Sanji found you as well.

He’d be a liar if he said he was mentally cheering that you failed instead of how quick you were to cover yourself

“Y/N…. You been cheatinggg??”

“N-No! I—this is my first time I swear!”

He couldn’t even stay mad at you, your legs was spread, cunt was dripping, and he has been fucking his fist for way too long as you slept so you decided to “apologize “ by asking him to join you.

Sanji hovered over your pussy almost immediately

“I wish you would have just told me to at least eat this pussy, sweetheart I miss it…”

“But—-ah—-you were….mmmm doing so good!”

Without missing a beat he reminded you how much you missed his tounge and fingers. Sanji usually ignored his own hard cock for your pleasure but he couldn’t handle the strain anymore

You of course notice this and decide to do a move you never done: sitting on his face while sucking him off

Sanji never came so hard and quickly in his life

That don’t mean he was done though no no no. Sanji has so much stamina to make up for how fast he cums so best believe you both were busy that evening.

you both ended up failing NNN together <3

Shanks

Lmao @ you thinking he is even going to participate.

“No sex?? For a MONTH? The hell did I do—“

“Nothing! I just wanted to challenge us.”

He smirked like ^ and “agreed”

Shanks has been eyeing you the entire day, like a literal Shark watching it prey. For some reason the pure fact that you said “no sex” made him want you even more

You looked even better, your clothes looked sexier, your body looked more curvier and teasing

Shanks wanted you so badly.

He was a good boy and kept his distance though, not even touching you a little when beside you

The day went by completely smoothly until it was time to take a bath.

You were by yourself just about to dip your foot in the tub when you felt his heavy gaze behind you.

“Hey—!”

He insisted to bathe you, he claimed to have “no motive” behind it so he got behind you on the edge of the tub and scrubbed your body

He was such a sly dog grazing his hands through the thin towel over your nipples and just way too close to a certain place when he reached your inner thighs.

“Shanks…”

You moaned out his name, it shocked you both for a second but Shanks being the crafty guy he is he keeps teasing you and teasing you, and you know this but he swears up and down he doesn’t know what you’re talking about

It’s not until he eventually gets in the bath with you slowly scissoring inside you when you finally break and give him what you both wanted.

“You want it bad don’t you…”

Almost like he was amused by your greediness, you head on his shoulder, dark chuckle erupted from his chest turning you on more

“Y-yes please! More!”

“But y/n It’s only been a day? My big girl isn’t giving up already??”

His two fingers teased your clit in the water driving you mad, it was big soft circles that always made you spasm around nothing. Shanks knew your body like the back of his hand so getting you to give up was pretty easy

“‘M sorry Shanks Just…pleaseee…please fuck me…”

“You give up?”

“……”

He huffs and slaps your cunt making you pathetically bite your lip, “….yes.”

“Good Girl.”

It didn’t take long until he turned you around aggressively shoving his tongue down your mouth

He reassures you why the challenge was a stupid idea from the jump.

Zoro

“You’re such a needy little bitch sometimes you know that?”

You both had an argument right after having sex about who’s the most horniest so that’s how you both got here bickering butt naked in the bed.

“Oh because you constantly touching my thighs and ass every single day means you’re a saint—“

You and Zoro always have these arguments on who can last longer without sex so you finally wanted to put an end to this.

“Fine, put ya money where ya mouth is 1 week—“

“What?”

“One week. No pussy, no finger, no oral, not even kissing on the lips and whoever loses does whatever the other person says.”

Of course Zoro being Zoro he couldn’t back down to a challenge, but he had some conditions too.

He just never told you about them

The day goes by incredibly well, you and Zoro treated the rest of the evening normally

Which was good because it was all in Zoro’s plan

The days went by and he began to get more touchy, lingering hand holding, purposely moving against your bottom when he walks past you, he even started walked around the ship more shirtless than usual asking if you can watch him work out knowing how much that gets to you

You weren’t dumb though, you caught on pretty quick to his scheme and so you decided to play dirty too. You only wore probably some of the shortest and tightest clothing you could find, you’d constantly bend over in front of Zoro always hearing a small curse under his breath, sometimes you even whisper in his ear about the dirtest things knowing it gives a chill down his spine.

“It kills you seeing me wearing this, huh? You wanna fuck me that badly don’t you?” Zoro pokes his cheek out and chuckles looking forward ignoring you, you really are a piece of work

The teasing just increased to the point where you both were getting disgusted faces at the crew because you and Zoro THOUGHT you were being subtle in being all touchy feely, but everybody knew from the lewd comments/jokes and constant touching what you both were doing

“Can you both just get a room already!” Nami yelled out of annoyance seeing Zoro practically pin you against the wall. You felt embarrassed as hell not realizing you both were in the middle of the deck doing this, but Zoro didn’t care

Eventually that night Zoro decided to take it further in his teasing because he was tired of your bullshit

“What are you Doing?”

Zoro came into your room with nothing but pussy on his mind. He wasn’t really the type to have a high sex drive, but the simple fact that you decided to NOT have sex with him gave him every reason to want it, but he’d never admit that.

He wanted to break you and make you admit you want it.

He got on the bed shirtless and kissed up your legs and massaged them in between, he never answered you just kept doing what he was doing, if you were being honest you missed his kisses, you nearly fell into his Trap immediately but then your eyes widened

“Hey I said no kissing!—“

“You said on the lips….these are your legs…and these are your thighs….and this is your tummy….and these….are your breast.”

You were wearing one of his thin shirts, you felt your nipples get hard, Zoro of course notices and plants wet kisses through the fabric teasing around your sensitive nipples but you grumbled you couldn’t lose

You push him off and climb on top of him immediately attack his weak point: his neck

“F-fuck! Playing—dirty huh?”

To this day you both swear up and down either of you folded first. You believe Zoro did when his fingers glided against your slit and he says you folded when your hand palmed his cock

Either way that morning you both slept in and couldn’t remember a thing except the amount of times you both came in, on, and around each other.

I’ve wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love with life.

Voltaire

NANAMI BAE GET OUT OF HERE AND COME BACK HOME THE KIDS MISS YOU. COME BACK.