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Sleep Prompt

Satoru x Shoko

MDNI.

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“Satoru… ahhh I’m tired,” she moaned as the man moved on top of her.

“Yeah, just a– ahhah little bit more,” he grunted, slowly increasing his pace to reach their high before calling it a night.

They've been at it for hours. After clocking out, Satoru immediately drove them to his place and devoured her. She didn't even want to clock out yet, saying she still had things to finish. However, it was the only time he could hold her. Work was clamping down on them like some kind of industrial crocodile clip. And they could only enjoy each other once in a few weeks. They don't even meet that often at work these days because of Satoru's frequent overseas missions. Of course, he'd drag her out of the office.

After reaching their final high, Satoru still slowly thrusting, draining himself inside her, Shoko sighed and closed her eyes, those all-nighters finally settling in on her. To be honest, she was mentally and physically drained. Any longer and she'd drop to the floor from the bulk of work she'd been doing the past few weeks. So she's glad Satoru came home and dragged her out of that hell. He is stubborn, he doesn't listen, but she knows that's one of the things that complements her.

Shoko felt him lean down and snuggled her neck, smiling. She thought that was the last but he was still inside her. "What's wrong? I thought we were done?"

He chuckled. "I'm stuck."

That's when she realized why he had been tugging inside her. She laughed drowsily. "Can't believe it just had to happen now."

After weeks of nonstop work and hours of intercourse due to the long absence of contact, all they wanted now was just to plop down, snuggle, and drift off to sleep. And this happens.

"Well now I know how much you missed me," he mumbled into her neck, smirking.

Shoko snorted and rolled her eyes. "Shut up. It'll slide out in a few."

Satoru was on his limits now too. The feeling of Shoko's skin on his felt so soft and warm he doesn't mind just drifting off to sleep like that. But he knew he was big and heavy and the moment he let go of his weight, he'd crush her small frame.

So he slid an arm under her and rolled on his back so she was now lying on top of him. She looked up at Satoru who already had his eyes closed and smiled, leaning down on his chest. 'It's not too bad to sleep this way.'

They both drifted off in the deepest and most comfortable sleep they've had in weeks. Finally.

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He passed each one of them, giving thanks to Mei Mei and Miwa, "Thank you and thank you." He got to Utahime and snorts, "Wouldn't expect anything from you 'coz you obviously got no taste." He smirks as a hand flies but doesn't reach him, and he leaves a roaring Utahime behind.

When he got to Shoko, he leaned down.

"Now why would you, of all people, give me an 8.5?" He leaned closer, whispering to her ear, "Should I have taken my bottoms off too? You love what's inside."

She smiled. "Nah... I just find Geto sexier." And she walked away.

"Wha--!" He stared at her back in horror. 'Really, woman? Of all people?'

...

Shoko wasn't happy the next morning.

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♡ Hard Valentine's ♡

Portgas D. Ace x Jeane (OFC; Feel free to change to “Y/N”)

MDNI.

(Photo: Pinterest)

Ace trailed his hands down Jeane's side, her soft skin reacting to every touch, each feeling like it burnt him as much as it did her. She turned to look at him with those dark lazy orbs, so dark sometimes it made him feel dizzy, like he was staring into an endless nothingness.

He stared at it for quite a while, his head getting heavier and heavier like he was getting sucked into a portal until her eyes fluttered close bringing him back to reality. Her eyes were now shut, lips slightly parted as she took small intakes of breath, feeling every sensation he sent through her body. The scene in front of him was incredible it drove him to the edge.

His movements became erratic as pure bliss came over him due to the wonders she was sending him. He's not sure how it all came to this but he could care less about everything else right now. Here she was, unlike her usual stoic self, completely unraveling under him. And it was in his control, sending them over to the edge.

"Oh, Ace... " she moaned with tear-filled eyes looking straight up at him, making him melt inside. He smiles, caressing her cheek, wiping the tears sliding down, and leaning in to give her a passionate kiss as they slowly come down from their high.

And then he woke up.

Ace stared at the ceiling, digesting what just happened. What was all that? Then he sat up and ruffled his hair. He looked down and stared at his morning glory, all risen and shining.

He smiled, ran a hand over his face, and chuckled. 'What are you? A teenager?'

He could hear Luffy's morning show playing in the living room, the people shouting 'Happy Valentine's Day!'

He frowned. 'Why on earth is he still home?' He looked at the date on his digital clock. 'So it's Valentine's Day...' And he couldn't feel worse.

He woke up. To hearts day. With a hardened shaft. And no one to relieve it but himself.

He grabbed his phone and clicked on his only stolen shot of Jeane. He didn't want to be a creep, but she looked so beautiful in that fit that he couldn't resist taking one.

'This is bad...' he thought. 'I want her... I need her... so... so bad.'

Gripping his phone hard, he stroked himself as he relived his dream in his head.

Previous Work

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She

1: The Cowgirl

Portgas D. Ace x Jeane (OFC; Feel free to change to “Y/N”)

Suggestive.

Jeane and Ace arrived at the club room first. 

It was an old storage room the size of an average classroom so there was plenty of space even with the old books, shelves, and sofas stacked inside. 

Intrigued by the man's hat in front of her, she gets up from her seat while Ace leans back on one of the sofas. Ace follows her movements as she gently removes his cowboy hat and puts it on. 

"You love this hat, don't you?" she said as she stared at Ace with her dark orbs, her voice low. Unlike most, her voice was deep. And he finds it sexy and attractive.

Ace stares at her for a while and remarks, "You look good," to which she thanks him with a smile. "You know what they say about cowboy hats?" he asks, not taking his eyes off the woman who was now seated next to him, flipping through the pages of an old book from one of the shelves. 

She glances up. "What?"

"They say a man lets a woman wear his hat if he's interested in her..."

"And...?"

"But a woman taking a man's hat off means you want the others off too," he glanced down his chest and gave her a meaningful look.

She smirks. "Now, what does that mean?" she asks, feigning ignorance.

"Means you wanna ride 'im," he said in an almost hushed voice, intensely staring at her with lazy eyes. 

Jeane stared back and smiled. Then she leaned in, landing a hand between his thighs, almost grazing his tightening crotch. "Well then..." she purred, leaning closer, giving him a great view of her mounds, "How about I ride you with nothing but your hat on tonight, cowboy?"

That sent him in shambles. He shut his eyes tight, obviously been holding it in, and threw his head back, chuckling throatily. "GAHHH-darn it, Jeane!"

Jeane quickly leaned back, knowing she sent him to the edge and giggled as she placed his hat back on his lap, covering the growing bulge.

It hurts him in the crotch, but he enjoys these little frustrating flirtings with her. 

They don't know when exactly they started this, but one threw a word, the other caught it, and there started years of friendship. 

While they were both clearly onto each other, it was also taking everything in them to hold back, just like how two people would play with fire but not too close to get burned.

Nobody knew the reason. Not even them. It was there, but it was vague. 

Maybe she didn't want any further. Maybe he knew that and respects her. Maybe it was for many other reasons. 

Whatever it was, they didn't dare ask.

(Author's note: This will be a compilation of shorts based on the same plot and characters.)

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SLIPPING

A Naomi O'Brien and King Siathrich story

Author's note: Something I wrote way back. Woke up to this dream one morning, and I don't know why. Maybe because the ship never sailed and it hurts. Haha! Anyway, please excuse the grammar or the inconsistency of the story.

(From "The Reason Why Raeliana Ended Up At The Duke's Mansion.") 

It was around 2 or 3 years ago. It was Siathrich's first time having an attack when he heard someone running down the hall, entering my room. He expected it to be a maid. It was Naomi. Instead of her usual clean look and stern face, she looked unusually unfamiliar that night. She was in her nightgown, with unkempt hair and a face that he could never fathom to be real. Her eyebrows furrowed, her eyes mixed with shock and worry, and her lips a little parted, gasping for air. Her fingers ran through his hair as she whispered sweet nothings in his ear. 

After he calmed down, she got up to call the doctor. He grabbed her nightgown, telling her to stay with him. To his surprise, she did not protest. She quietly sat down beside me. 

"Lie down with me.” She stared at him. “I promise I won't touch you,” he said reassuring her. She snorted, but she did anyway, staying inches away from him. She did not question anything. She just lay there, staring at the painted ceiling with him. Minutes passed, and they stayed that way. No words, no movement. He turned his head only to find her sleeping soundly. 'Ah right... she must be exhausted from the party,'  he thought. 

He closed the gap between them and covered them with the blanket. He stared at her sleeping face; it was the most relaxed he had ever seen. She looked so unguarded. She would always wear a frown, a scowl, or a blank face around him. 'So this is who you are behind the mask, Naomi.'  He smiled and hugged her gently.

She woke up at dawn when she felt something heavy, making it hard for her to move. She tried turning her head to the side but couldn't because something blocked her. Then she remembered she slept in His Majesty's room. He was nuzzling her neck with his arms wrapped tightly around her and his leg intertwined with her own.

She tried to move her head away and remove his arms around her, but he only tightened them more and moved closer so that she could feel his breath on her neck. Then, he whispered in a groggy voice. 

"Just a little more." 

She glanced at the grandfather clock ticking back and forth across the room, it was already four in the morning. She had to get ready. 

"Let go, Sire. I have to get ready. The maids will be up in a few minutes," she said in a low voice. But Siathrich did not budge. This time, a little louder, she called out to him. "Sire!" 

She sighed when there was no reply. She tried to push him with force, but he only tightened his grip. 'No one can beat a stubborn king,' she mumbled, giving in.

Just then, she felt Siathrich's thumb drawing circles in her stomach.

"Won't you bear my children, Countess?" 

She froze. Those words sent shivers down her spine. And she broke out in goosebumps. He would usually joke around, asking her to marry him. But his tone this time wasn't the usual. She knows him far too well already to know the difference.

She snorted and tried to brush it off. "Is this what you tell all those women you sleep with, sire? Because it's not working for me." 

He moved his head so that he could look into her eyes. She stared at him for a few seconds before averting her eyes. 'Hang it all!' those golden eyes weren't kidding. She closed her eyes. "You know the answer to that already, Your Majesty. I don't want to have any more connections with the royal family. What you're feeling right now is merely an attraction, the same feeling you have for all those women. I have no intention of getting married. Not now..." She paused. "Not to you."

There was silence.

Feeling his arms loosen, she pulled away and stood up. She stared at his golden eyes blankly staring at her. She gave him a short and gentle smile before bowing and leaving the room.

Siathrich lay on his back and stared at the painting on the ceiling. It was the painting of angels dancing on top of sunset clouds. "It's not merely an attraction, Naomi," he said to himself. "Not a mere attraction." 

Outside, Naomi stood with her eyes closed, repeating the same words in her head over and over again. 'I want to quit.' 

The sky around the castle became heavy, and the rain started pouring. It was going to be a long and dreary day.

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