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Carnality in Adoration

“I want to swallow you, have you melt into me and flow through my veins." The Vegetarian, Han Kang

Everything he feels seeping in. Surfacing from the depths of the beginning. It's heavy. Deeper than he thought he could have carried in such a short time. It's terrifying. He welcomes it freely.

Miya Osamu x Reader

Illustrations: Stephan Sinding, Adoration Max Švabinský

I've yet to read 'the vegetarian', but I am aware that the novel is quite horrific as others have said. And using the passage would be out of context, but I couldn't help it, when I saw that words while having this piece in my drafts, I knew i just had to do it.

Nearing 6k words. characters are in their late twenties. established relationship. fluff. smut.

all my y/n are fat and of color.

september 24, 2023, I began this and had to shelf it. And now December 19, I'm finally fucking done😭 spent a little lot of time in a coffee shop today just so to finish this and here it fucking is😭 had three black coffees and am so worn out and shaking. I'm so tired, you guys TT. Been so busy nonstop and I just had to fucking suck it up and finish this one, I hope you like it. A little treat for the holidays. Enjoy and take care!! 💐💌

@iwaberry, @mood-romantica, & @shaisuki my lovelies💘

God. Gods. Angels. Saints. To Osamu, he's unsure if he believes in them. Maybe he does. Maybe.

He's not religious, you've found him to be. But these days, he's making you question so.

Few days of being truly together. Blissful kisses. Sex here and there. He cares for you truly, you know and feel this. He feels for you. You never doubted him the very first moment he made himself known in your life.

From the ardor in his eyes that you saw by how entranced he was looking at you the first time you felt he felt for you. From how firmly but tenderly he always hold your hand to fall his lips on your knuckles before anything else. From the way his eyes closes as he does so, or even more so how he hold his gaze to you when he does it.

From how tired he is at the end of his work, he still makes you a fresh batch of your favorites before you see each other at the end of the day or night. From how you can see the light in his gray eyes whenever you happily eat his food.

You never doubted him, not even when he has yet to say those three delcaring words. He has already uttered such loving words to reflect it. Always. You never doubted him.

And how could you ever ever doubt him--as he has his big hand on your neck, his fingers grasping up until on your plump cheek to take your lips for his own. Drinking the wetness of your mouth to your sounds as he moves his lips and tongue against your own in a way that always has your chest heaving while he doesn't seem to be affected at all as he only hums deeply as calmy--a stark contrast to your soft whimpers, despite the hardness of his erection on your behind.

His big and strong hand holds the round of your stomach against the fabric of your top, him having you from behind is always a delight to him; all the fat and softness of what you have melts onto him, a welcome to the edges he has. A home he's found that he always enclosed with open arms.

A deep breath you let out from your mouth when he finally pulls away, mouths dripping with drools. Osamu takes his breath back by burying his face on your neck, nose and wet lips pressed so against on you, his air so hot on your skin. Hearts thundering against one another.

Finding your voice, before it further unfolds to resulting taking too much time. "We should go now." You say, a little breathy. It fell nothing to his ears.

What didn't fall nothing to your ears is a deep hum that contracted in his throat as his hand squeezed some of your fat on your belly. "Samu." You breathe. Both of you knowing what that all means. But it's always nothing to him. Yet you always still try. A game between you two. Almost.

His mouth begins to move, lips dragging greedily on your skin, the sweetness of what you routinely used melts in his palate. It fuels his need to taste you more, the very taste of you, always.

A hand of his on your neck goes wrapping around your throat firmly, fingers pressing down that your breath hitched as his mouth slides down to your shoulder. Having worn an off-shoulder top gave him access to all what he's doing right now. And you know you wouldn't be wearing clothes that shows skin as whenever this happens, you're always marked. He can't help it. He doesn't want to. To see all what he leaves on you always pleases him. A reminder you're his.

Osamu bites down on the supple flesh all over, wanting to feel the warmth and goodness of your fat in his mouth, inhaling and swallowing each bite, grunts and groans leaving him. He squeezes your throat and breast at the same time, resulting a strained whimper from you, the tightness of his hold on your throat contracts in you, heavy pain of pleasure there to going down your cunt.

"Stay still." He murmurs deeply in between the ministrations of his mouth on you as he squeezed your throat and breast again. It isn't a question nor plea. A command.

It has your cunt fluttering the same of your heart.

Pants of breath, slowly, you calmed your slight squirming against behind him, your right hand that was on his nape never leaves there holding onto him as lifeline. His arm around you that still holds your breast tightly began to squeeze you to him. His cock that was hardened the moment his lips met yours, tight against his pants, pressing on your ass twitching. Your short and tight skirt riding up higher, showing your cheeks, prettily hugged in your white stockings and black panties. "What you do to me." His dripping mouth now on your ear, low and breathy resonates through you, your body shuddering with a whimper once more. "Every. damn. time." He groans each hard hump he made on your ass-friction against his clothed cock and your thinly covered ass, so hot and strained.

His hand stays restraining your throat as the other slowly comes down between your thighs, squeezing you there before slipping his hand in and cupped your mound. Your body flinching slightly with a soft gasp leaving you. His face heavy on your cheek, minty breath reaching your nose and mouth. "Open your legs." A moan escapes you as he speaks, his demands always has you uttering sounds, whether it's the futile denial or meek obedience. At times like this, it's always both.

Your skirt rides up even higher as you opened your legs more, muscles in your limbs beginning to twitch as his palm stays cupping you. Two of his fingers pressing hardly on your cunt against your stockings and panty as he rubs you, wiggling them to squish in your folds, your clit being found and assaulted then. Your wetness spreading and seeps through. "Samu." You moan, your head lazily leaning on him, eyes turning heavy, nails lightly digging on the skin of his nape.

"Need me?" He asks as his tongue slides to the corner of your mouth, dragging that damn muscle to your cheek until to your ear, his saliva painting your skin--already knowing your answer. His digits being drenched by your slick the more he rubs your cunt. He just can't get enough of you. He never could.

"We need to go." It just pleases him more whenever you deny him, well, at least you try to.

And it always fails. ''Wrong answer." But it's the right one for him to keep going. It always is. It just makes his endeavors more pleasurable than it already is.

Just how could you doubt him when he now kneels behind you, his face etched on the back of your thighs, fingers gripping them tightly between your inner thighs. Nuzzling on your fat flesh all over. His eyes drinking in the above him, ass cheeks tight on your black panties against your stockings. He'd tear your stockings if he could and he could, easily so by just his teeth but he doesn't want to piss you off (he does, as always) he just knows you love the outfit you're wearing and he can't have his beloved sad at him. So he makes do with trailing soft kisses on you, his drool leaving of its little marks. Inching up his face by nuzzling on you again. Up, up, up until it reached your ass, nuzzling his face once more.

You have no choice but to stand the there and let him. His lips you feel, his hot breath, the littlest drop of his drools seeping in the thin material. Your hand finding its way to his hair, lightly gripping it as his own two grips your cheeks, spreading them apart. A gasp left you, "Samu-" Your cunt was suddenly licked, hard, tongue wide flat and dragged it slow until to the slit of your ass. Your slick thick on his tongue and he swallows with a guttural grunt, savoring what he can have for now. "How do you expect me to stop when you're fucking dripping."

His damn head buried beneath your ass, panties and stockings just tightly hang low under his chin—as he devoured your cunt from behind, still standing in your heels, no less.

Not a single drop was wasted. Limbs trembling and all as he still held a tight grip on you while he eases your high. His hands so gentle then as he put back on your clothes below you.

Suffice to say, your man was satisfied enough to let both yourselves go out already. And he was more than satisfied. Smug as hell as you sit besides each other along with his parents for a dinner, with his twin, no less—that you have no doubt the said bastard had a feeling something happened between you two before going to their family home. Atsumu can see it in Osamu's eyes after all, something like this is not new.

The lingering taste of your cunt still there in his mouth.

He's a man of unquenchable thirst.

And of selfishness.

You never miss the glint of immediate displeasure in his eyes when someone takes notice of you long enough for him to catch them. And certainly not when his arm secures around you more, and how could anyone miss the moment of him holding your face up to land a firm and long kiss on your mouth.

He's a man.

What can he do when someone is staring at you like he isn't there? And he does it proudly if not even pissed off. He just can't help it, really, even to your friends or closest ones. Seeing them near you, when he's with you, before you could free yourself from his grasp to greet them, his fingers twitch, his hold suddenly tightening—knowing you always greet them with a hug or a kiss on the cheek. It's nothing, but he can't help it.

And he couldn't help but be filled with that selfishness when you told him such a thing; that you'll visit your friend to another country, by yourself, no less. Even if it's only for a day. It filled him with dread.

But still, he allowed you, reluctantly so. You know he didn't want you to go, so you didn't. You didn't want to ruin your short trip while thinking of your man with the state you're both in.

Arguments, it rarely happens. That one wouldn't even count as one. A lesser misunderstanding. Jealousy. That much you already know of Osamu anyway. There's times when you almost feel giddy at his blatant displays of jealousy, but suppose the opposite to it is normal as well--just like right now.

As you sit alone on the floor of your apartment, while you paint, the night young--your heart heavy. And it skipped when you heard the door opened, those familiar heavy footsteps coming close.

As much as you wanted comfort, you weren't ready to see your man again. However, he is. As surprised as he was you were in your home....you didn't go—only then he realized, he messed up.

Osamu sighs as he walks in the living room, seeing your form there, quiet and unmoving but just the strokes of your paint brush, his steps grew light with each of it he takes as his heart sinks more.

There, he sits behind you, his arms immediately but gently as ever wraps around your stomach, hearing the soft hitching of your breath as he enclosed himself behind you, falling his face on your neck.

Your hand stops moving along the canvas, the paint brush just softly dangling between your fingers as you blankly stare at the colorful frame. His weight heavy on you as he holds you tight, yet your heart begins to unburden itself. You breathe, easing yourself as you feel the blues let go from you by his comfort. Gently laying your left hand on his arm and he let out a deep breath, holding you even tighter but so at ease. His breathing hot on your skin, the beating of his heart calm but deep and strong against your back. Silence remains as the long seconds passes by.

Osamu can be a man of words, he's not afraid nor hesitant to say what he thinks or what he truly means, but in this moment, he knows there's nothing needed to be said more than—"I'm sorry." His voice in a deep murmur.

Your head tuts aside gently, the blankness of your gaze melting soft as your hand on his arm then begins to merely caress him there. "I know." Is what you only say.

Osamu breathes out a hum deeply as he nuzzles his face on your neck, inching himself up to your chin to the side of your face, inhaling you. It's only been a mere day and yet he misses you so much. His heart begins to race despite the calmness of the moment, it never failed to do so whenever he holds you, but maybe an exception tonight as knowing his mistake was gracefully forgiven. Nevertheless, it took him a few more push for him to say his remaining gnawing thoughts. Fingers pressing on your stomach, his mouth beginning to caress your cheek. "Thank you for not going. And I'm sorry because of it." He tells softly in between in the trailing of his lips on you.

Your lips could almost smile but it didn't as they remain as calm, nonetheless, your eyes melt more and more to its fondness for him. Again, "I know." Is what you only say. Gently, your head falls to his own as he then stops kissing you to lean and nuzzle his head onto your own. Your caressing hand on him never stops, eyes closed and hearts near to beating the same way as silence made itself known again.

All that burdens you both fades into something more to be easily carried despite its heaviness.

Osamu speaks then, as softly, "Can you turn around?"

You did so, and now you face each other close while still sitting on the floor. His hands finding your own as he never breaks gaze with you, drinking you in at last once again. How he missed you, the amount of time to him is nonexistent.

"Are you alright?" He asks.

How deep his eyes for you always threaten you to look away, but you never do; seeing what you think you are, the parts of you that gnaws you--afraid of you to see that in his very eyes. And he does. He has before. And always will. Before you could turn your eyes away from him, you see the adoration in them, just as the first time you saw them in him, for you.

"I am now." You answer, your voice just as soft.

"When will you go again?" He asks once more.

Your gazes remains held, you couldn't bear to look away. "Maybe soon." You answer simply and he nods. Before he let go of your one hand, trailing it up to your neck so as to pull you closer for him to press a kiss on your forehead.

"Ya better bring home lots of souvenirs," he remarks, his face still close to you. You only laugh so breathlessly against his cheek and he smiles, his cheek rising against your mouth, few tears falling from your eyes and rolls down on him. His smile doesn't falter nonetheless. Happy you were both. "I missed you."

"'ve missed ya, too." He spoke clearly, before he pulls away lightly to take a look at you again. You gaze at each other once more, letting go of your held hands so as for him to cradle your face in his hands. His thumbs gently wiping your tears away.

He'll make it up to you. He doesn't need to say it because he will.

Your eyes stays as glazed while his own as calm and of that lazy look. The roughness of his hands sculpts against your tears stained chubby cheeks.

He doesn't know who to thank for such a blessing. To have a beloved gaze upon you like the way you give your eyes to him. But there you are anyways. So he figures, it's only you to thank for.

"Beautiful." Osamu spoke. It took a lot from you to not tear off your face from his grasp, let alone his boring gaze.

"Don't." You try. Of course, yet again, he didn't listen.

"Lovely." As a thumb of his softly glides on your lips.

"Stop."

"Pretty."

He strips you off with only his eyes, washing your doubts you didn't even know that was there. "Osamu."

"Mine." He murmurs as his thumb slides in your mouth, dragging it down gently on your teeth up front open, reaching until it presses on your tongue. Your mouth agape by the finger, your gaze close to turning little, your breath hitching. "Pretty." He breathes, his head tilting as his eyes never parts from you—sliding his thumb even further, "Like this." The smallest of whimper escaping you and you saw how his jaw clenched at that, a rough breathing sound following from his throat.

The view before him is new. Good. Saliva begins to gather more in your mouth, he feels and sees. He'd want to see you like that more often, satisfying to his eyes, a good way to keep his fingers warm as well. He keeps his finger pressing there, only staring at you, staring at how your drool pools more in your cavern, little drops of it escaping from your lips, rolling down to your chin.

Yeah, he'll really want to see and have you more the way he is doing right now.

And you can't deny the goodness of the slow moment you both are having. How you let yourself be gazed upon in such a way.

While Osamu's heart begins to waver of that steady rhythm the longer he made you remain in the state you're in. Everything he feels seeping in. Surfacing from the depths of the beginning of you both. It's heavy. Deeper than he thought he could have carried in such a short time.

It's terrifying. He welcomes it freely.

Slowly, he retracts his thumb, a thin line of saliva following and a sheet of it covers his finger as he lays it on just your chin--before he kisses you.

Slow and gentle. His first kiss of the day he takes, the first kiss you share after you both made up, the first kiss you share with the revelation found in him--unbeknownst to you. Osamu kisses you as if it was his last to be. He gives and holds his kiss deeply, lasting. A way to be heard of his specifically unspoken words for now.

However, you remain to be blissfully unaware of it; seeing this of nothing new as it's normal for you for him to be like that--and he knows. So it wouldn't be too long for him change that.

As you pull away, a little breathless, blinking the fluster away in your eyes. "I should fix this up and prepare for dinner." You said. Reluctantly but he doesn't let you feel it, he lets you free yourself from his arms as you stand up. Osamu keeps his eyes on you gather the art materials you've used.

As much as he would always praise what you create, as much as he'd always think it to be beautiful of whatever you make--the art is already before his eyes, not on the frame.

He does what he does whenever he takes you in, how an admirer would be in art gallery. Quiet. Intent. Deep.

Flesh rippling with every little move you make. Your round upper body snuggled well by your little top, breasts hanging free against the fabric, as well as showing a little of the fat of your tummy. Your bloomers too short and tight on you. A wonder for him. Your ever wide thighs. Dent and marks painted on your skin. Along that, he sees what his mouth and fingers left on you from before a few days. Even more beautiful with what he marks on you. He'll always prefer you to be marked by him.

"If you're done staring at me." Your voice breaks him out of his trance.

"I won't ever be." He replies simply.

A little laugh you echo at that while you walk back to him, now standing in front of him as he remains sitting there with his legs crossed on the floor.

You above him is divine to be. Maybe he's religious as he wonders so. At least when he gazes up at you while you look down upon him. A goddess of his.

Both of your hands comes to one another on your bodies; yours on his hair and face, while his on your legs. You'd be lying to yourself if you say you didn't like it when he's beneath you. At times like this, is where you question where he lies on higher beliefs--because the way he offers his eyes to you.....could be described as when one worships their divine being.

Osamu sees the little rose of your chest with your mouth parting ever so slightly, the gentle wonder in your eyes. He can't get enough of it.

Finding your voice, "What do you wanna have for dinner?" You asked, gently petting his hair and caressed his cheek.

A deep but short breath he took as he welcomes your doting on him. His fingers firmly caressing on your legs, slowly working their way up. "You know the answer to that." You wonder why you still asked.

You didn't roll your eyes instead you narrowed them, "I'm serious." It was hard to be as his hands crept up higher, reaching to your thighs, tingling sensations coming through.

He almost smiled. "So am I."

"You're so annoying." You sighed, raking your fingers through his hair. Such happiness in the little moment you both have.

Such happiness.

Maybe it was time.

"Osamu—"

"I love you."

Your voices met one another, his just with more.......conviction. You faltered. He didn't. He doesn't. He remains steeled just of his resolve.

The soft disbelief on you. You didn't know if you ever hoped for him to say it sooner, there wasn't anything bad if he didn't say it for the mean time either, but--the joy that blooms in you couldn't be brighter. Such simple words, how heavy it tolls on you.

Your hands gently cupped his face, still as silent you were, the words you were about to say now lost. Osamu nestles his head on your palms, never breaking gaze. He feeds off the awe you uncontrollably portray. He'll do anything so as to have you keep doing that only for him. The way your nose takes a breath, going from your mouth with your chest following as it rise, your voice remaining unfound. It's addicting to see those little things. and it's freeing to say those words, so he says it again. "I love you."

Heavily dazed but ever awake, your eyes never dare to blink, tears starting to sting, the walls of your throat threatening to crumble.

Osamu feels every little twitch. Feels it all. He wants more. He stays nestling his head on your palms, keeping his smile at bay with his unfazed look. "I love you." His voice now bright.

An ask to be answered.

Your tears fell, blinking slowly as you broke from your trance with a broken smile and breathless laughter. You cradle his face so lovingly as he held you the same. His arms tightly hugging your legs, hands gripping your thighs. Loved. And there your answer for him. with little more breaths, carrying the weight of all what you feel--"I love you." Voice almost to nothing from how breathless it was, nevertheless it graces his ears, finally letting his smile move on his lips.

"Again." It's sweet. Too sweet how you ever so slowly lit up as he said that.

"I love you." He can't stop himself from smiling more as you repeat them, his cheeks growing in your palms. Too rare. A smile of his that makes your heart hurt every time. Lips etched up lazily, little of his teeth showing.

"Again."

"I love you."

At the same time again.

You didn't think that his smile couldn't get bigger but it did. It's brighter than you ever seen before from him.

While he stays high in your gaze.

"I love you."

He now kneels, never tearing off his hold on you nor of his eyes. Osamu finds that there is glory in kneeling. And if there's anything Osamu loves more than food, it's winning. So he reigns in victory as he kneels before you.

So you let him have what he wants—his dinner.

Letting go of his face, he gently dives down on your legs, falling his lips there all over. "I love you," he murmurs with each breath he takes on your skin. "I love you." His hands squeezes your thighs repeatedly while your keeps caressing his hair. "I love you." His eyes began to flutter heavily, never stopping of working his mouth on you, dizzying himself by you. "I love you." He groans, his voice dragging deeply as he drags his face all over your flesh.

You could only look down at him as he tranced himself, look at him so fondly as he indulges himself, seeing him deeply enjoying of what he does—you let yourself feel all what you've been feeling since the moment he held you. Heat brewing in your belly, melting down into your cunt, slicking through your folds, soaking a little sticky patch in your panties.

It wouldn't be too long for him to feast upon it.

And he knows. Osamu already knew your body was working even before he began, his meal prepared for him. "Fuck, I love you." In a loud groan, he breathes as he pressed his face on your thigh again, firmly rubbing his cheeks there. His hands holding onto the back of your thighs goes up ever slowly to your ass--a deep hitch of breath you inhale. He slides in through your shorts and panties, fingers strongly massaging your ass cheeks, while he keeps making a mess down on you.

"Fuckin' love yer thighs so much," he swore, his voice gone rougher from his never ending groans that he moans. Although that much has been known between you both he never gets used to it, nor do you. Not when he relishes his teeth on your fat with each bite. It's almost no different from a beast breaking its fangs through its prey to feed.

His sheer thirst he strongly satiate has your cunt aching so much, but still, you let him enjoy more a little longer. Keeping in your plea with your breathy sounds of elation. And despite how deep Osamu is in indulging himself, he knows your needs, though that's in the back of his mind for now--eyes dead set on the abundant offering for him. The last feast he'll have for later.

A mistake of thought you had.

For now, he continues to worship your thighs. Thick trails of his saliva from strings to drops dribbling down. No territory left unexplored as he takes the back of your limbs as well. Your hands in his hair keeps on shaking, your lower body twitching, trying not to flinch away from him.

Even then, he only continues to repeat what he's been doing. Nuzzling and rubbing his face all over so harshly, inhaling roughly while he licks his tongue with each move. His groping hands on your ass not stopping as well. He's too much all at once. Standing again, no less.

If not for Osamu's strength, you would have been long lying on the floor. Still, he continues for more, your wordless whines for him to stop unheard, muted by his own hungry sounds.

By now you're a leaking mess, not of just your pussy completely soaked, but your limbs covered with sheet of sweat along with his drool everywhere. Even his face you see and feel that it's wet, of course, he couldn't care less. The flesh of your ass sore, thighs and legs all marked up, muscles already hurting.

In the short time of you and him being together, he was never this....eager, much more eager, that is. And he's only beginning. No mistake this time, you could already tell that when he actually begin you'll lose your damn mind--and you're about to.

As when you managed to pry off his face away from your thighs, your palms on his cheek again, looking at him. His hair so disheveled, pupils blown yet his eyes more droopy than usual, while he breathes so deeply and rough from his mouth, all over his face drips of his drool, his sweat and your own.

"My darling." You utter so breathily, a thumb of yours gently gliding on his chin to his lips, smearing the wetness on him there even more. So much for calming him down. If anything, he's getting worse. He's a babbling mess and when he's like that, there's no fight against it.

"Can I eat ya, angel?" He says as he keeps licking your thumb. The man has you gulping and breathing in the same state of his hunger with your awe to his needs. His want. "Please, sweetheart--need to have yer pussy s'bad. Can I, angel?" His eyes darted from your own to your cunt so close to his face.

Your breath and spit caught in your throat--you nod once. "Yeah, baby?" Your damn poor heart so tired from its jumping because of him.

He's already back at it. Kissing your thighs again before slowly pulling down your shorts--leaving you only in your panties, showing how damp your center is. "Fuck." He breathes in a rough groan as he beholds your mess.

"Only for me--"

"Always." Your voice managed to murmur amidst.

His gaze shooting up to you, as deeply. "I love you." He declared once again before he finally goes to his feast.

Never having yourself prepared for it.

Osamu's face buried up against your cunt, inhaling you so deep from his nose to his mouth, little slicks of your arousal he begins to taste, his soaked mouth wetting you more, eyes rolling back to his head. With your fingers immediately grasping on his hair, tightly pulling on it with a loud gasp flying out of you. Ever sensitive you are, and Osamu already so familiar with your body. Feeling how your clit twitches so slightly like a bunny's tail as his lips confines your cunt, his tongue stroking you so slowly, gathering his spit and your juices—before he gulps it eagerly deep.

"You've no idea how good you are for me." He says once he pulls away from you. He's a fucking dog. Heaving for breaths, it'd be no different if his mouth was foaming.

You have no response from that but could only look at him, already overwhelmed from his little start and yet wanting so much more. It goes by unsaid.

Samu's one hand goes to your panty, grasping around in the center and pulled the cloth up tightly, the line slitting through your folds and shows your hair painted of your wetness there. His teeth finding his lip as he does so, your clit and hole fluttering from the small but impactful tease. "Samu..." You whined, almost.

Not minding it, not caring from how you're gripping his hair, "So fucking pretty." He murmurs as he toys with your damn cunt by pulling on your panty continously. You'd gape at him for how almost ridiculous what he was doing if not of you finding it so good to see, let alone feel.

Your calls of his name just slipping out of his ears, continuing what he does. "Look at you." Barely a whisper from him as he let go of your panty, now laying his thumb on your slit to your clit, rubbing it against the wet fabric. You hissed a breath, bearing his not so tease, knowing how he can be just so entranced with what he does. "Fuck." He curses again while he keeps the pad of his digit rubbing hard on your cunt, before eyeing at the string of your slick from your mound to his thumb as he slowly stops.

Finally, your body eases in his hold, already worn out. "Shit--shit." You whisper to yourself, from your weakened state and knowing what was to come next.

You liked him below you as he praises you, yes, but you couldn't deny that were was so much struggle with his found liking for the specific position; having to bear the tiredness off yourself along with so much pleasure to it. Especially by how he was far into it. Your little hole parted open by two of his fingers as his tongue glides in halfway through your walls, while his lips suckles on your folds sloppily.

Osamu finds himself swimming in the ocean without a care for time, nor of anything, not even of your sounds of ache to come to finally be done, let alone how much you've been trembling in his hold. There's just so much to revel in his love for you through his worship. Such a thing should never be rushed just for the sake of satisfaction. He intends to grasp and freeze this bliss, for you to always have him engraved in the very depths of your being.

With hooded eyes, he looks up at you and sees how much of a mess you are. Still, he only remains the same of his slow but hard pace, only making the knot of your release just boiling as he keeps his tight hold on you, not even letting you move against nor away from him. But, seeing your continously flowing tears and hearing your endless whines, is very much of a reward for him anew. So, "Grind on me."

And that was all that it fucking took for you to finally break. Lost in your tiredness and ache for relief; you do what he said--grind on his damn mouth. Letting yourself use him so desperately, the way he wants you to. Your fingers have never let go of his hair from the start, pulling on it so much repeatedly while you move your hips and have your cunt drag hard on him.

He flows against your rapid waves easily, at last meeting your desperation by his unwavering conviction. No uncharted waters could prevent him from taking up eternity with you.

With enough time, from all he's doing and yours, you finally found yourself dropping to the highest edge of pleasure.

In a sea of one could suffocate—Osamu has never breathed so freely.

No, you could never indeed doubt him.

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Yamato wa Koi no Mahoroba Covers

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Inevitability of Nature

Needs. Desires. Wants. It's all human. But what follows after has always been out of our hands; nature.

After you let Professor Nanami had his way with you, some notions rise....and some....conflicts rise as well.

Professor Nanami x Reader

Inspired by the pieces X | X of @shaicutieee. I wrote this for her, and well, of course.....me😁 check them out, it's very good and what made me to write this. Her works are all great as well, I hope you can look at over her blog!! ((:

AFAB READER. fingering. dry humping. vaginal sex. unprotected sex. reader is a virgin. he's still a pervert. nanami as a soft dom?

all my y/n are fat and of color.

9K words. I expected it to be only 5k but you know how it is🚶🏽‍♀️. Hope you guys take time to read this and thoroughly enjoy it!!

Nanami has been through some shit, he really has been. Piles of works, sure. Dealing with people, sure. Deadlines that he sometimes rushed to meet, students he had to deal with, putting up with them because he wants to, not because it's his job, but still he wants to be a good teacher to them even when his work is shit.

But to see you at the back of his class, hiding, avoiding him, ignoring him--was torture.

Nanami, of course, had to what he does; teach. Write on the board like he didn't almost write an explicit word because he was thinking of the time he had you wreathing on his desk. Speak of what he wrote and fight his urge to look at you. Read the remaining bits of his lesson in the book he holds, like his voice is not threatening to crack from how he was recalling how you taste, your cum that he drunk so well. His nerves so high, he had to stop his reading midway, loosening his tie while clearing his throat.

To top it all off, what you wore today is a tight fitted and high wasted jeans, a long sleeved turtleneck. You were hiding, he can clearly tell, how can he not? But of course, that didn't stop your own body to show itself; ample thighs, round hips, belly rolls and round shoulders were hugged so well by the stretchy fabrics. He had a good sight of it when you walked into class, though ignoring him, no less.

You were hiding, afraid, frankly it was still all too distracting and yet it bothers him that you were hiding.

Fucking hell, yes, it really was a torture. So that's why his class ended fifteen minutes too early. A win for everybody, of course, they fled with no complaints or even questions like children excited for recess. And with you; being at the back of the class and having an idea where this was going, you hurried as well, though subtly, well you tried to be. Pulse suddenly all raised as you noticed the room was already cleared.

Nanami stood there leaning his waist back on his table, eyeing you as you just gathered your things and started to walk the stairs. Adorable, he thinks. And such a good student you always were, hands fill with books and other things. He can't let you out of his room without having any resolve.....well, whatever resolve he deemed it to be.

Your eyes only on the ground as you knees and feel the man was staring at you with such gaze that you knew it'll make you want to just fall down on the stairs. As you stepped down on the last step.

"Y/N." Nanami called. Stopping you before you could take a turn. Eyes still on the ground, a view of his polished shoes, clutching your things so tightly on your chest as he stepped away from the desk. "Put your bag and all of those on my desk." He spoke, walking away to lock the door as you heard.

Why did he have such a hold over you? How could you just let him stop you from walking away? Allowing yourself to let him, it was undeniable. Were you that weak or he's that strong?

But if anything, you couldn't be possibly be blamed for it, even if you do blame yourself--because afterall....you've always found your eyes on your professor lingering ever since the first time you stepped foot in his class.

For a simple person you are, seeing a man as fine as he is--you looked. But of course, too much you did and left you in a predicament. Where you found yourself having a smile as you got ready for the day and on the way to campus until that smile went wider when you reached the class you're most looking forward to having. Your heart leaping when he walks in, your back straightening with your smile you tried to keep down, and with your mind that tried its best to focus. Slick you were with showing that you're focused by asking questions that he always answered fluidly.....and because of that, you let yourself indulge that he was maybe too eager to answer you, mind imagining things that a naive person would only do.

And that you were, too naive, too indulged in your own world that you didn't notice he was indulging himself as well. Too naive to not see he had already seen you sighing a smile with your chin on your palm, to not see he held amusement and smugness in his eyes and to not see yourself would be sprawled out beneath his tongue.

Reluctantly, you followed. Still, your eyes are only to his shoes as he walks back to you until the distance ceased to exists. Nanami felt guilty for feeling powerful above your anxious figure, really he did, but the tent growing in him would say otherwise, you could say that was what he was most guilty about.

He holds your chin, soft his touch was as he turns your face up to him. From the calmness of his eyes were, you had your answer, he really is strong, and you were nothing of that within his presence. "Did you not want what happened yesterday?"

Let's be honest, who wouldn't want their fucking hot professor's tongue deep inside them?

"...I...I wanted it..." You couldn't lie.

Relief fills him but there's a few things that remains. "And do you regret it?"

You gulped, hands unclenching and clenching, unsure of the answer. But you spoke before he could, "I'm...I'm scared."

There was many things you could be scared of. His furrowed expression turns soft, another hand of his goes to your waist, caressing it. "Of what?"

How could he be so cruel? You were naive, you realized that, but not too much that you hadn't seen his desire and nothing more. How opposite you feel.

Indeed, there are many things you're scared of; getting found out that you affiliated yourself with the esteemed professor and all that comes after the dreadful happening, of allowing yourself to have his way with you. But most of all, you were scared because you're already feeling for him. How stupid you are.

And surprisingly to you, some anger brews in you because how cruel he could be? Being so gentle and attentive while backing up what he only truly needs.

You shake your head gently, the hold on your chin gone, your eyes turning away from him, putting your hand over his on your waist to refrain his hold that was weakening you. "I don't...I don't know.." It turns out you could lie.

Nanami only kept you in place by sliding his free arm to your hips and he leans down. "Do you want this?" Filling up his needs, whatever that may be.

But if he had seen you having a dreamy look before then it's not too much of a stretch that he can say he knows what bothers you. He's not blind, however aloof he seemed to be, in fact it's quite the opposite, actually--that's why he had and took the chance to swept you off your feet.

Nonetheless, he's still a man, despite that he resents such a person would do....he's still a man; weak to his desires. And afterall....you'd benefit off of it as well, no?

What a bastard he truly was. You felt played. But were you really played or you're just that naive? The notion still stands. As your eyes was on his chest, you washed the anger presenting itself by replacing them with nothingness. Had enough of showing too much. Needless to say, you can't deny that you want what he was asking, no matter how shallow it is, no matter how irritated you are. You still want him.

You meet his waiting gaze but even so with your decision, you couldn't answer.....rather you refused to give him that satisfaction. So you give it to him by locking your lips to his.

Nanami sighs, tensed muscles easing as he mirrors your actions; sloppy and fleeting kisses while his hands roams to your thighs before his arms hooked underneath to carry you to put you on his table. Glad that you laid your things just on the side. He hums a guttural sound as you raked his hair, pulling on them while he deepens the kiss, tugging you closer to him on your hips, your legs locked onto his back.

You dip slightly and he follows forward. His defined and hard body against your soft one, his suffocated cock on your cunt, you feel how hard and big it is that it was so easy to grind on it. Sending a shocking pressure to both of you, your moans being swallowed by one another. Nanami thrusts to you, meeting your moving hips, your jeans just riding up tightly, allowing you both to feel your heats just more. Lips not breaking away but only tongues dancing together, his hands now on your ass to help you assault his cock more and with yours on the sides of his neck, fingers digging on them.

The kiss was turning sloppier; lips dripping with drool while your heads bobs up and down just to meet each other's lips. But your pace underneath was getting hurried, Nanami's pelvis was now hitting your sex like a damn nail, moving no different from how he'd move to drill his cock into your cunt, making you falter but that didn't deter him and just surprised you with his strength by pulling your weight upward so he could ground his cock more onto you. Your things making noise as it moved along with you two. Lips not on each other anymore but you're just dazed with your head a little thrown back while he only trails wet kisses all over your face, finding yourselves nearing the edge.

Tired and aching muscles, you still grind against him weakly while he's still fucking strong as ever. With the strength you can muster, you clenched your limbs onto him as he rutted again, making him stop and clamped down onto you as well. He kept his sinful groan with pursed lips, but even so, by how deep the rumble in his chest was--it made no difference. You came both at the same time, your head now deeply laid back in the air while his is buried in your shoulder. Bodies all tense but still slowly moving to ride the high, essence spilling out, soiling your underwears, continued sounds from both of you.

Still in a trance despite that his high came down, Nanami began to explore you, hands kneading on what he can while he goes to your lips, holding the back of your head with his big hand as the other just continued to grope you. Loving how pliant your flesh was against the fabrics. And you, out of it the moment you came, was surprised to say the least. Barely able to keep up with how needy he was and just as when you were about to call him, his phone rang; telling that his class has truly ended fifteen minutes prior, an alarm that you were familiar with because sometimes he gets carried away and lose track of time.

But of course, he just continued bombarding you with his kissing and groping. You knew if you didn't stop him, there was a chance he'd have you bended over his desk to fuck your brains out, there was no doubt in you that he had thought of that before. The thought made you flinched your fingers tightly to him.

"Sir," you called and to no avail just sealed your lips with his. If it weren't for the severity of the situation and new found opposing feeling for him you'd laugh of how needy he was. You pulled away and yes, he follows but just to your face again, and how fucking glad you were that you're wearing a turtleneck for by now if not, you'd be full of marks.

Nanami fucking grinds himself to you again and for the first time, you let out his name, "Kento," in a moan it came out that you didn't intend to but it broke him out as he stilled. How great it came out from your mouth, and only then he realized your moans earlier were nothing but just incoherent sounds, what a waste it was. He'd have you say his name soon enough, to cry it.

The ringing of his phone was stopped as he turned it off, not even taking his eyes off you as he did after he sat you properly. Heaving breaths you controlled as you take your eyes down, not wanting to see his hazy gaze, see how satisfied he was. Instead you closed your eyes and leaned your forehead to his, while he rubs your thighs softly. "...I should get going," you muttered almost breathless, before you could look up to him, he pulled you by the waist to put you down gently and then you looked up to him after. Taking your hands off of him and tried your best to stop your limbs from trembling. And a mistake you thought it was for he puts a hand on your face, fingers gently rubbing the skin, "Hmm...yes, take care." He mutters too airy, eyes nonchalant again but the way he held it was soft.

There he fucking goes again with his cruelty. You wonder how he wields what he will and you wonder if it was your or his fault that your tears fall as you walked out of his classroom, feeling so stupid, that you know how he was taking advantage of what you hold for him and you resent yourself for relishing in the pleasure. Whatever was left with your pride, it made shame come crawling though you.

Nanami....he was, of course in a different spot......God, what desperation can do to a man....the sounds of prevention mute to his ears and just wanted to continue, the ending envisioned with you bended over his desk to fuck your brains out. If it weren't for you calling his name, he would have risk it.

Yet no shame in him, no guilt he can feel that course in his veins, no anything but the rush of aftermath....and that again, he was guilty of. He sighed, exhaling deeply as he crossed his arms, heads up--he'll have to go clean himself up first before another class begins.

The day went on with minds trying not to be distracted.

And to say you both are right now....was an understatement.

A day has passed after what went yesterday, a day with you avoiding him again despite that you didn't have a class with him, taking all the directions that you were sure of to not cross paths with him, nor even give him a glimpse of your existence far away. A day with you reflecting on your mistakes actions, of what you hold for him. From how you thought nothing of anything but it as you went along with your day, you'd say it took you somewhere, at least.

What more could be said? You like him. Till now, you've imagined how his smile was and how you know it'll make your heart skip a beat. An aspect that made the man more appealing to you, as much as daft you feel for that notion....some would agree, anyway.

....Yes, you like him....enough for you to have some peace with the unspoken agreement you both made. Swallowing your shame rather than pride, you agreed upon yourself to see through the end of what you've done. Newfound vigor to not be let down by your hurting ego. Because after all, what could you lose if you do this? Dignity, reputation, pride, or even degree to make it worse--but hey, the man you like persuaded you to form a no strings attached, as you deemed it to be, anyway--so how could you turn down such an offer?

Be it absurdity or even sad, you'd take what you can get. It's not like the man will have something to put you both in a situation, more than you already both are in.

.....That's.....for some other time...

Distracted you both are right now. Still and again, you're at the back. Nanami was different though, he's not faltering, nor even steal a glances toward you. Instead he was himself, where he spoke fluidly, eyes roaming over his students and of course, to you.

You chuckled to yourself, how could you have missed that? That his gaze was always laced with threatening facade that no one could miss but he played off well. And......no student of his nor the people in the university would even comprehend the thought of the said professor to have your panty still with him. Yeah, that thought was quite hard to forget ever since you realized. "Bastard." You muttered under your breath that hitched when your gazes met again. Immediately though swiftly, you ducked your head on the desk under your arms, feeling caught because you knew he saw what you said and the little quirk of his lips said so. Sure to have some consequence after.

And Nanami was more than pleased to deliver said consequences.

You were the last one remaining again in the room, silence stood still as you walk down the stairs and up until you pass him by his desk, with him just standing against it, but not until he caught your wrist, taking you back to him swiftly, a soft gasp out from you.

"Bastard, huh?" Nanami spoke, encircling his arms on your waist after he took your bag and things from you, putting it on his chair, then yours crawls to his chest so as your eyes to his. Immediately being surrounded by his strong scent of musk, trying not to relish it in the way it can show.

"You disagree?" You dared and it was worth it because you pulled a reaction from him, though only a raise of eyebrows and twitch of his lips, it was new, and amusing.

His surprised in reason was because what you just did was new as well, the same when he saw you utter the word, and now seeing hesitations gone in your eyes. He isn't complaining though.

He nod his head, passing by your question. He rather agrees to it but he won't say it out lout, at least. "You avoided me again yesterday," he states as a matter of fact. Not that he's bothered, really, he's just.....curious, the one that grew every time he walks the same direction he always does that makes him see you but didn't. And with how you are at the moment, it added to it.

You nod, trying not to let flattery or even a little of hope creep in by his words that confirmed for him to notice what you did. "Yes, well....I needed to think." Loosening his tie to open a bit of his well neatly buttoned collar.

He just looks at you, urging to go on. And you laughed lightly, your head falling to his chest.....he didn't need to know all that, even when he seems to want to know about it. "I think....that the door is still unlocked."

Some reminder to keep you steady.

And whatever Nanami thought it was, it's good enough for him because you're back in his arms. He smirked, dipping his head down to you, "We can fix that." He seeked your lips with his, your hands clasping together above his nape and you gasped in surprise as he walks forward while you were forced yourself to do so backwards.

He didn't let you tore off your mouth from him but just continued to kiss you vigorously, his palms going down to squeeze your ass as he guided you to where the door was. Adrenaline pumps high with the possibility of being caught, it tripled when Nanami backs you gently against it with a thud and he locks it.

He stands in between your opened legs, feeling his hard on against your heat as he was now slightly crouching down to meet your arched figure. Glad he was with your chosen attire; a loose shirt that's tucked in your short pencil skirt. Easily giving him access to let his hands roam up to your ass, the skirt riding up while he finally leaves your lips alone and went down to your exposed neck. Your hands goes to his hair, knowing how he likes it to be caressed and you did nothing but that as he gave a sweet attention to your soft flesh down, tempted to leave a mark.

Letting his desire win again, as he had the second to contemplate it while he just trails his wet lips on the skin--he had the time and what a loss it would be if he just left it untainted. So that's why your lips are pursed now because he's sucking on the right side of your neck while you're moving your hips slightly, feeling his cock move against your thinly covered cunt. Nanami grunts on your flesh, a harsh squeeze to your ass cheek, then he sinks his teeth on you, the abundant flesh engulfs his mouth, rolling his tongue above all the while he continues to suck--it had your mouth fall open.

"Sir," you moaned. So fucking relieved that you didn't utter his name this time, a line you know that's meant something. Nanami, too busy for the notion to cross his mind, was only pleased to hear you so he continues while you do yours as well, firing both of your heats with the grinding of your hips, that is.

Figuring that he did enough, Nanami pulls away to see what he did; a visible and wide enough of a mark that no one is to miss, your glistening skin with sweat and panting self, hooded eyes to him and still slightly moving hips. Satisfied he already is, he huffs down to you, pushing the leg between you further that made you gasp and arched up, fingers clasping up to his suit. "Should we continue?" he asked, already knowing the answer but just wanted to taunt you, he can't help it, not when he has you this eager.

You only hum, fluttering eyes, already lost, and you just let yourself be--better than be awake and see how smug he looks while you're weak. But he only taunts you more.

"Answer me." Demanded he. Knowing he won't let up, you gained some strength, your hand reaches to his tie and tug it to pull him closer again. "Yes," you weakly said and that was the only thing he wanted to hear.

Nanami hums as he hooked his arms under your thighs, your back straightened with holding onto his neck. Staring at each other as he carried you to his desk, unfazed by how he effortlessly he took you and just admired how pretty he looked with his blonde hair starting to stick with sweat, running your fingers through them now and beads of sweat falling on his face, fogged glasses, how red his ears and cheeks was. As he put you down, you took his glasses off, the chance finally allowing you to look at his unguarded eyes. Barely able to grasp the reality of being in front of your disheveled and flushed professor, once again. At least with your resolves bound agreed to you.

Nanami can see through how you're gazing at him, to say the very least....he was taken aback by it. Far from amusement now but just intrigue. And he needs to steer the other way before anything. He took his glasses from your hands and hooked it on his collar, then took off his suit, smoothly throwing it back on his chair, before he cuffed up the sleeves on his wrists properly; how you always found that action too attractive.

Breathless you were by his mere actions as he eyes you down before going down to your lips. You sigh into the kiss even when it was brisk and so needy, he dips you down lightly with a hand of his on your back and the other unbuckling his belt. Nanami explored in your mouth until he pulls away, gently laying you down on the wide and long enough desk, pulling once on your legs to angle you closely better to him, legs tightly clinging to his sides with your flat dolls hoes still in tact to your feet, skirt riden up to your waist, exposing your thighs and of course, your panty to him.

You stare up at the man and as the waistband of his pants fall a little, your eyes went down as he palms himself over his fitted boxer, seeing how packing he was, your lips parted, breath hitching as you were quite scared. He chuckled a little and rubs your thigh, "I won't hurt you," he spoke reassuringly. He may be a bastard but not so much, so he has to calm his nerves down when he feels how wet you are as his hand goes to your heat, slick leaking through your cotton underwear, just as he took off your panty short. Large and thick fingers massage your slit through the fabric.

"Sir....I-" you let out quite loudly, chest rising up and down. By your eyes, hesitating voice and your hands that tries to reach his wrist, he knew what you wanted to say--and fuck, some disgusting urge he shakes away because otherwise, he would have let loose and destroy your virgin cunt.

Nanami breathes from his mouth, not stopping his rubbing with your clothing mound, "I know, I know.." he coos, his other hand going up above your waist, feeling the belly rolls and up to your breasts, fondling them. Overwhelmed already by his ensuring actions, a hand of yours went to his that was fondling you, squeezing it while he took off your panties and laid it beside you.

You pursed your lips so hard as you knew what was next when he cups your mound. A kept sound echoes out of you once he lined one finger in your entrance. It'll be a tight fit, he thought with how your cunt was already spasming on his one finger--it makes his cock throb more, feeling his slick leaking out. "Easy.....easy," he mumbles when you gasped and squeezed his hand you were holding so hard as he slid in the finger further.

Deep and slow breaths you make to soothe yourself though with how he's looking down at you, it only helps so little--and he just adds another finger, "Shit-" you hissed. Twitching, he guided down his hand you're still holding onto for dear life to your belly, pressing down on it, "You're doing well."

If he keeps on speaking like that while looking at you, his strong digits sliding in your walls, no less--you'd lose whatever cogs remains in your brain.

Hummed moans rumbles from your pursed lips as his fingers stretches you gently, easily done by how wet you are and the way he's guiding you. Eyes rolling back to close your eyes and let him take his time with his fingers in you.

Nanami, despite how his boxer is already soiled, pulsing of his cock so strong that it battles against the beating of his heart--he only eyes you as his two fingers penetrates your cunt nice and easy. Almost unable to believe that he'd be fucking his student raw, a virgin, no fucking less. He's beginning to get dizzy at this point.

He then turns his slow pace a little bit faster, in and out they slide. "Ha," you continously pant as he find his fast rhythm, thick and long digits getting sucked in by your walls, eyes opened now while he's hurling his fingers again and again, hips bucking to move against them and he allows you--just as pleased you were eased already.

"God," you heaved breathily as you already feel your stomach was on a rollercoaster but with just added so much heat. By how deep he was plunging in your walls, how wide his big fingers were stretching you, and the fact that this was your first time as well, you knew you were close.

Nanami feels it, too--easy to know by how you're now scratching his hand you haven't let go, shallow rising of your stomach and your wavering grinding. He almost chuckled but he just smirked, turning his pace much more faster, "Sir!" you gasped but immediately covered your mouth, suddenly clenching all of you but he just continues to drive in and out his knuckles deep.

Wide and frantic gaze stares through his calm ones as fucks you by his fingers, the table was already creaking weakly. As his other hand was freed, he used that to rub over your clit, pushing you to your edge. "Mmhgh-" eyes rolling back again as you let go. Squirting a little of your fluids with thick and white comes out of your cunt slowly, his colored cream shirt tainted a bit and unfortunately for you, his damn watch as well, though Nanami could care less about it but just watched you ride your orgasm and easing you through it. Shaking limbs that moves weakly to let the pressure stay while he gently massage your insides.

You moaned by your lips parting slightly when he takes out his fingers and the other goes to caress you, keeping you awake from your hazy state. Then you're humming as he cups your roaming head, keeping it still to make you look straight to him. You wonder how he could still ask what he asked when he's licking his fingers off of your cum by his tongue, "Should we continue?"

His calm voice only echoes in your ears but you didn't need to be told twice again, hypnotized with pleasure, and well....him. "Yes, yes, yes," you pant, nodding, not caring how needy you must sound.

Nanami wastes no time to take down his boxers, springing his cock free, his red and wide tip that leaks with his pre. You gape at him, your head a little away up from the table, fully woken up and frankly, scared again. "I got you," he spoke firmly, rubbing your thighs to leading his one hand to caress your ever soaked heat. "Hmm?" He waits for you to utter at least something and you nod, though hesitantly. Enough for him. Because truthfully, he doesn't know how long he can wait more.

He strokes his length, making it dribble out more cum and he hums while he still rubs your mound. "I won't make it hurt, angel." Assured he and you nod again, the name somehow doubles the fluttering of your insides. The man above you who was entranced by your cunt which was smeared with your cum and clenching onto nothing, couldn't take it anymore and lines himself up to your slit. But he doesn't enter yet and instead slides his length against your folds, eliciting hisses and gasps from both of you.

"Fuck," you swore, your head instinctively falling back on the table, feeling his hard member rubs on you, your hands just fisted to your sides. Nanami yanked up your shirt, showing your soaked stomach and breasts underneath your bra, he'd bite and mark you up if only he had the chance at the moment. But he isn't complaining with what he's got now; his aching cock that massages itself on your fat cunt. Up and down again and again until a thin paddle of both your slicks is made on the floor, that he no doubts will just double later on.

Fucked out you already were and Nanami can't wait to see how you'd be once he finally gets to be in you, a few more firm thrust that he's doing right now and he knows he'll have you gushing out again and of course, he. With actually a hard and final thrust, hard that it truly contracted his thick and hard length against your mound, you gripped his sides by your legs so tight as you came. Nanami was no different, it had him clenched his knuckles on the table, up to his neck frozing as well as he reached his peak.

By now, his hair was much more wet and falling down to his head, dropping of sweat to you, and fuck--how greatly lewd he looks as he relished his high, head up to the cieling, showing his veiny neck, thanks to what you did earlier by loosening his tie that crippled his shirt now, cuffed up sleeves that hugged his muscled forearms so well, the expensive watch of his glimmering, his chest heaving.

What the hell did you got yourself into?

As he got back, he looks down to you, stroking his length once again, his curve straightening, lining the tip to your entrance, that much already makes you take a deep breath, your hands finding your thighs to dig into. "Relax, I got you," he says, his eyes sharpening a little, guiding his cock in with his hand to finally be in you though just the tip yet. Nanami's eye never left you even when you already were sucking the little bit of his length so tight, but just kept his attention to you, ears sharp to your little sounds, making sure you won't hurt even a little. "I got you..." He mumbles along with your whimpering, his other hand caressing your soft belly while he stilled as you ground yourself by finding where his hand was and held it.

Nanami opened his hand to hold yours properly, fingers clasped together; a little surprised by the action, he took that chance to move a little, your said hand twitched hardly on his as your thighs did. "Is that alright?" he asks after, the little added inch in you making you lightheaded already but by his firm yet gentle aura with his hand squeezing yours, is what soothes you greatly.

You nod tiredly with closed eyes, you hum a small 'yes' and he hums as well, lightly tugging on your hold to make your eyes open and look at him, which you do. You're both pulsing against one another, you feel it, so much; it's quite aching but not because of how it's hurting but because of how nicely he felt even with his thick length--your cunt just wanting for more.

Some luck you had. Desired as well by the man you like, even though it's not the same way as you think of each other....suppose it can count for something....with him being as your first time, no less. And how could you complain when he's being so gentle, patient to not hurt you, even though it was his wanted need that's put you here, he's patient to ease you first. If you didn't know any better then you could say that alone is making you fall for him more.....but you do.

You're not blaming yourself this time though.

And Nanami seemed to be patient, it truly looks like it, but believe that it has ran so thin ever since earlier. His needy cock that's being sucked so well by your cunt, only the tip and a few inch he's in and it's so much already but still not enough. What keeps the last thread of sanity that's holding his mind together is your glossy eyes, his hand that you keep on squeezing.....and your trust in him to keep his word. Because after all, he wouldn't want you to be scared again, run away from him and leave his need.

All the while your minds ran, Nanami was inching himself further little by little until he's halfway, relieving him some of his aching as your walls engulf him. "Mhmm, you're doing so good." Placid tone that he mumbles out lowly as he rocks his hips a bit. Another of your hand goes to where you're holding his, needing support from his girth that opens and continues to impale in you while you just let broken moans out.

"Eyes on me, sweetheart, we're almost there." You don't know how much more you can take by his mellow words, and you did your best to bear his heavy gaze while he was still going in. After for what it felt like for so long, Nanami finally found himself to the end of you, his pelvis directed so closely on your heat, his cock fully sheathed inside you, giving what he was deprived of for a while since he's taken a notice of you.

He sighs with closing his eyes as he turned up his head, basking in the warmth of your walls that spreads all over him, your little cries as a melody to his paradise. What a view it was, his chest that's seems to be constricted by the tight cloth clinging to his sweated flesh, curves of his muscles showing, that was rising up and down slowly by how deeply he was breathing--some pride manages to swell in you for it was you, well, rather your cunt that made him like that. But you can say the same with his cock that was impaling you.

Kneading your thigh, he looks at you, "See? You did so well, hmm?" You can only nod, tears falling to the side of your face. Any other time, you're sure you would have feel pathetic but no, he was anything but made you feel everything but it.

"I need to hear you speak, angel." Nanami spoke, his nod urging you on. You nod a bit frantically, licking your lips, "....Yes, yes...I'm okay," you say breathlessly.

Seeing how you are, that gives him grant to move again, he pulls back his hips, his length slowly following out and he sees how soaked it was, veins more visible. Then he goes in, slowly again, giving you time to still get used to him, seeing how your cunt was tightly pressing on his length, making him hissed with clenched teeth and jaw the second he was pulling out and your walls welcoming him in again.

"Mmhgh," you moan as he continues to slowly drive in you, unable to believe that it didn't hurt even once despite that he was so big and long, just filling you up completely and warmly; all because he made sure of it.

Nanami's slow pace began to turn steady, his hand still on your thigh but just gripping it now, "Talk to me, sweetheart," he says, and you wonder how is his voice still firm like that.

You try to bite off the shy away in speaking of what he was insisting to know, and of course, by his demeanor that never seemed to fail to work on you, you answered. "It's good.....so good...." you murmur, eyes fluttering but still you had a glimpse of his satisfied face--at this point, you have no energy left to protest to it, even just to yourself, because all of you was being outweighed by his pulsating cock in your heat as it slips in and out, every vein of his you feel it contract against your walls, his tip that only threatens to reach your deepest end. Only that and you already see your end to be so near. You know you're in some deep shit because he hasn't even begun yet.

He kept moving his pace, still not letting up to his want that tempts him to drill his cock into you without remorse or whatsoever. Rather, he continues to put you first and it's not even so hard anyway, because he knows even without penetration yet, you're not so far to cumming again. "You're almost there, hmm?" Nanami urged as he eyes your cunt that was leaking of white drops already before he looks at your strained face. Only a few more then it'll finally pay off.

"Hnggh..yes..yes.." You let out a whiney voice as your tears don't stop falling. With the sounds of your liquids squelching, feeling how your cunt continues to leak, his cock plunging in, his hand that never stopped caressing your flesh and your hold on him he as well hold, you had your release. "Shit-" you choked, uncontrollably bucking up your hips and clenched thighs on him so hard that your walls did as well, which made Nanami's breath hitched--"Shit." The sudden action, choking his own member, shockwaves through his nerves.

Both of you lost in the euphoria, though Nanami had to ground himself because at the moment it was all about you, as much as he was damn grateful for what you unconsciously did, he needed to help you ride your end, and to see you at it, made it all worthwhile; as you keep grinding to him while he feels your creamy slick coats his cock that he continues to rut in you gently, ( you both no doubt that his own was mixing with yours the moment he went in you ) your nails drilling on his knuckle, he only dismissed the little spots of blood that shows, and just watched on how you were shaking, listening to your sounds that you keep on breaking as you knew you can't be too loud.

"Ha....fuck," you dragged too breathy, your hold on him weakening, vision just black spots, slowly coming down from your high bliss, still you feel your cunt fluttering even when both of your movements has ceased. Nanami takes his hand from you gently, needing to flex it as it was slightly hurting before coming it up to your neck, his strained fingers reaching until to your chin, "Angel, stay with me," he murmurs, fingertips faintly rubbing your skin, making your dizzy eyes open to peer at him.

You hum, weakly nodding to his touch, too out of it to pay mind to it. "Are you okay for us to continue?" If you still have some hold of yourself or had the energy, you would have giggle or even laugh, maybe be even a little annoyed, roll your eyes--the literal situation amusing as he was still in you, of you just down from your release, and he's still asking if it's alright to continue. But whatever is left in you, how he was being, you can't deny what you somehow feel in your heart.

Managing and choosing to let your lips curve a little, "...Yes...I'm okay...please.." To Nanami's ear, you plead. And as said before, he may be a bastard but not cruel to not give what you were asking for.

So finally, fucking finally--he has himself moving through you the way he was craving for. His pace began slow and steady again, both of his palms laid flat on your sides on the desk, gripping down strongly on the wood to gain momentum in his thrust. Leaving you to hold on his wrists, your muscles pulling as your arms were only just long enough to reach for him, the grip just adding to it.

Your hold was the only thing that was keeping you from breaking, knowing what you were feeling right now will only just get worse; knowing what's only left is him speeding up and fill you up to no end.

Of course, that's what he does. Babbles of his title, curses, incoherent sounds out from you while he only lets out guttural groans and low rumming hums that vibrates through you, along with skins slapping against each other...and the table creaking strongly.

With the time you had that was much past far already and charting the dangerous remaining time you have now. You both know that one round is all you have, Nanami is fine with that, more than it because he'll fucking make the most of it.

....And because of that, you know you have to keep the burning knot that's already building up inside you or longer than you can to make it all the damn better. Which is what you do, by digging your nails on his skin once again...limbs clenching so mightily against him to give you strength with keeping it in. To give back what he gave you, is what's in your mind--pathetic as that sounds, you want to keep it.

Nanami sees through you sees through your teary eyes that still somehow gets lost in your head while he was fucking you. Adorable, again is what he thinks but no amusement just intrigue, again. He lets it stay this time, be it a heat of the moment so as you've said before, part of him knows that it's not.

Then he surprises you when he slows down, the curling fire in you follows down not too soon, making you blink your tears away too many times to look at him rightly to see if your senses were doubting you, but because you see his waiting eyes that's painted calmy....satisfyingly, your face furrowed before you scoffed disbelievingly, ''Bastard," of course, like you've guessed, he'd savor it well and that's how he does it; by warming his damn cock inside you, even in the midst of fucking you, he just has to stop and bask in your heat, beating against each other. But is he right for doing that because it is fucking good.

"Believe me, I know, sweetheart," he now admits. That makes you raise your brows and smirked, teeth showing, but before you could relish your amusement, he went back to it again. Cursing at him and that only urge him on.

Only by a few thrusts he started again, that knot in you easily builds just as easy how it went away, making you remember to hold on and you bear it as you feel he's not so far now.

Fast and deep is how he hits you, his cock twitching every time he finds your end, hips rising slightly each time that happens making his knot overflow and by that, he knows he's close. So he made his pace even more faster, because of it; it feels like he's ramming into you deeply now despite that he really not anymore because of his speed.

Out of his control that his pace had become uneven, hips stuttering and he's cursing and hissing now. "Speak, sweetheart." Hastily he lets out, tightening up all of him before he hears your answer. "Inside," you breathe brokenly and that cracks his damn easily just as yours. His bottom stilled against in you and you raise your hips to meet his final thrust that makes all of him spill in your gushing cunt.

"Fuck," Nanami swore as he continues to let out his cum, his cock beating still strongly as if it's his own heart, gently rutting in you to ease you both, your cleched state beginning to move again, stirring the heat further more, finding your vision back. "Fucking hell." You curse, so fucking overwhelmed; trembling limbs and flinching all the while, not letting up your death grip on his wrist. Nanami doesn't even feel that but just your cunt that still sucks him in, trapped in his own doing as your eyes were locked together while staying high.

Aching and trembling muscles as the man helps you sit up gently. Feeling all the soreness come down. You just sit there with closed eyes as Nanami fixes himself up and you're surprised when you felt a hand on your face, he doesn't say anything but just brushes your hair out of the way and dab his handkerchief gently on your soaked skin, a few tissues as well. After that, he fixes your shirt, all that until you're fully woken up, able to grasp what he was doing, but despite you're quite taken aback, you don't say anything, well not like you could anyway by how your throat was burning--and of fucking course, he's standing again in front of you with a water bottle.

Shaking arm, you drank it all. He then carries you bridal style, knowing you're sore and because of the mess down front of the desk. "Can you stand?" He asks, still carrying you, looking at you're limp head on his chest. "I'll try," you weakly answer and he lets you, but still his arms are around you and glad you were because your legs gave out immediately. You laughed weakly, holding onto him, Nanami doesn't show anything but his neutral face and just held you up. Making you hold onto him properly as he fixed the rest of your clothes, including sliding your panty back up to you.

Presentable enough, enough to not let suspicions grow. "Are you able to walk by yourself or shall I go with you?"

You gape at him a little, almost finding him funny. "Suspicions is what we're avoiding,"

"I won't have you falling again."

Quite late for that.

You laughed, clutching your bag. "I'll be fine, I'll do my best."

He doesn't stop there. Is he dense with what he's doing?

"Will you be okay?" Though you know what he was implying, his hold on your cheek, how he's caressing your arm, is what reflects his concern.

Either he's real cruel to treat you like that when he knows what you feel for him or he's just truly kind and you're just far gone swayed, letting your heart cloud anything else.

"I will." You nod, squeezing his hand for the last time before going but not before asking to insist ith helping with the mess that he just dismissed, ever the gentleman.

Quite the day you both had.

Stolen glances, given gazes that dangerously stays when distances are clear. All of that.

All of that until you see each other and take and give what you can for as long as time can offer.

All of that until Nanami can't take anymore of your gazes that you hold with so much likeness for him, hell, it might be even more. It's getting in the way of what he only wants. You're getting in the way, because fuck, you're getting to him and that's not what he wants, no he doesn't want that, he doesn't want you and what you hold for him.

Well....at least that's what he keeps telling to himself....especially right now that he sees you speaking animately with your seatmate in his class, and it's been going on like that for a few days that it's got his attention, the said person listening to you intently and quite frankly if he's not wrong, he can see that they're eyeing you the way he has been, back then. Lust.

And what he doesn't do just told him that he's in deep shit; letting you converse with them even though class was about to start, rather than calling you out and see you frown because of him, it was his fault anyway that he came in late.

What the fuck did he just do?

Worried is what you are as you feel he's been strange, more than usual, you suppose. Worried that your charade that seemed to be going so well, especially for your own satisfaction of feeding to your desires not of needs that he only seeks but what you've made into much more than that--worried that it'll end soon.

Speaking of that...you don't even bother to curtain it but just let it show, because come on, it's not like it was a problem, right? Surely he's not bothered by it because you do nothing but just look at him, speak to him in a way that no one has and until now, can. Surely he's not affected by it, no?

....It was then you concluded, rather reach that at this point, he has been. Some hope you were right.

You weren't worried anymore that your charade will end.

With the little courage you have, it was enough to drive you greatly.

And it's what Nanami has dreaded when you're now face to face alone in his classroom once again. He's unsure of what he's dreading, to be honest, just that dread is keeping him on his toes.

He eyes his shoes as his waist was leaning back against his desk, he doesn't want to look at you, afraid to see how you're gazing at him, what you hold in them, afraid that he's afraid, afraid he'll mirror your gaze.

But when you call his name, half of it gone away. "Kento," you call, tipping your head down gently. There he looks at you, breathing deeply. The man doesn't speak but just stares at you, however you're not flustered by it this time as you see nothing was behind them anymore but just him.

Your drive takes over, with pursed lips you smile before speaking, "Do you want this?"

For the first time, you see him smile, losing his composure as he puts a hand on his face, a laugh breaking. You were much right about your heart skipping a beat when you see his smile.

He's truly lost and knows there's no running from it. No sense in doing so. A bastard he is or maybe even cruel, but never a coward. Nanami reaches out for your hands and you give it to him. "Yes."

You only smile, stepping closer to him as he opened his legs and leaned your foreheads together. Closed eyes, he whispers, "Forgive me."

"I know,"

"Allow me to start over."

"As you wish."

A new agreement came to light driven by only the truth and sealed by a kiss.

Which was interrupted by none other than the two esteemed professors besides Nanami; Gojo and Geto. Opening the door with a key in Geto's hand, the two entering in so smugly with Gojo laying out his hand to Geto.

"I told you so. Pay up."

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No One Else

Straw Hats X Plus-Size Strategist Female Reader

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Genre: Angst to Fluff

Summary: Life with the Straw Hats have changed your life for the better. There was never a dull moment on board. Recently, the crew had returned after an intense battle with a bandit tribe who apparently stole something precious to everyone. However, when returning to the ship after patrolling, you overheard the crew members talking about you and, unfortunately, it wasn't all that nice to hear. Despite it all, your love and loyalty to the Straw Hats remained, even if it meant giving up your dignity or maybe even, your life.

NOTE: The following contains mentions of pedophilia, rape, violence/gore, and vulgar language. Please keep in mind this is all for entertainment purposes and the circumstances of the following are purely fiction. The author refuses liability of any offense, so please feel free to exit if you're sensitive towards any of the said topics.

⚠️DISCLAIMER⚠️: Pedophilia, gore, and mentions of rape ahead. Please read at your own discretion.

"Get back here, you bastards!"

"Check the dock!"

"Give that back, you thieves!"

Another night of new encountered enemies, another night of pure chaos.

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Monkey D. Luffy, one of most wanted and dangerous criminals known in the entire world with his just as dangerous crew, the Straw Hats. However, the vulgar and despicable image plastered on their faces contrasted from their true nature, yet no one in the world had yearned to know about it. These supppsedly ruthless, cruel pirates of such high bounties were, in actuality, immature, kindhearted folks with supernatural abilities and skills on board a ship.

Despite their incredible strengths and skills, they're more humane towards others than the World Government is with their citizens. Being the first member of the Straw Hats, yet considerably one of the strongest, had made quite the change in your life. Opposed to others, your fighting style consisted of mainly martial arts with a bit of weaponry expertise on the side, including swordsmanship. However, it's definitely not up to par with Brook, let alone Zoro. But, you had no such ambition.

Though with no Devil Fruit abilities, using your knowledge of human anatomy and sharp, almost-superhuman senses, you'd specialize in temporary paralysis, instant murder, broken limbs, basically anything that'd physically weaken your opponent. Due to your plump figure, the concept of being a master of martial arts would be the last thought in people's minds as they have a habit of underestimating the strength and flexibility of your body. As a result, you managed to make your mark during the infamous Pirate Era and your skills had brought your bounty almost as high as Robin's.

Your role on board was the Strategist, the one who'd conjure up thorough and accurate plans that'd often turn the battle into your favor. Although tonight, you were thrown off-guard considering it led to the thievery of the crew's belongings.

Having recently finished a dreadful and exhausting voyage with the Navy Headquarters on your tail, the crew ended up arriving on what seemed to be a remote island. Anchoring the ship by the shore, Luffy and the others had gone out to forage out for personal needs and it became your shift in patrolling during the night, however, the fatigue of the previous adventure began to catch up to you. You hadn't realized you fell asleep only to be waken up by the ruckus of the ship, from what it seemed to be bandits. Alongside the strange figures sat a large bag of items and from the view, you could see Nami's treasure and most dreadfully, the Jolly Roger.

Instantly engaging a fight, the thieves were quick to retreat taking the belongings with them. With no hesitation, you went after them.

Your ambition was to stay with the others until you passed, yet you don't know what this fateful night may have on store.

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Using the obvious scent and tracks the bandits left behind, it was quite the breeze to be able to track the bandits and their hideout.

Deep in the forest, what seemed to be a surface of dirt and rubble covered a passageway underground. The oblivious figures scanned their area to reassure their confidentiality before doing what seemed to be a secret knocking pattern on this rather large tile of wood underneath the surface. Once finished, the tile opened, revealing a mysterious staircase as the questionable men brought the bag of stolen belongings inside the passage. The moment the door was beginning to close, you swiftly managed to sneak yourself inside the hideout, remaining in the shadows of the dark location.

"Where's the match?" A deep, rough voice spoke.

"Got it," another answered.

Within a few moments, the rugged men managed to light up their lantern before paving down the path of what resembled to be an underground tunnel. Quietly yet quickly, you followed the group of thieves deeper into this unknown abyss.

You'd be dishonest if you claimed to be unafraid of the potential dangers at hand. The nerves in every inch of your anatomy trembled in cold sweat, quickening your breathing pattern and heart rate. Every passing second was agonizing with every step you took. The anticipation of what laid ahead almost had you surrender to unconsciousness as the anxiety became barely tolerable.

After what seemed to be an eternity, the group of thieves turned right of the tunnel, leading into a large, secluded area of more thieves. From the looks of it, it seemed that there was a banquet going on.

Tables were littered with pints filled with who knows what, plates either empty, shattered, or half-eaten, excessive laughter and cheers filled the room as the clashing of glass and music played a complementing tune. Savage dancing on the tables, unconscious bodies laying uncomfortably on the floor and stools from the constant alcohol consumption, off-key hymns being sung from the drunken tribe, their ruckus being neverending, it seemed all too similar to the chaos on the Sunny, yet it lacked the sense of innocent joy or pleasure.

You could sense the malice seeping from this unknown tribe. You remained hidden in the shadows of the tunnel, secretly analyzing how the situation would play out. Once the group of thieves made their presence known, the cheers escalated in volume as they welcomed their comrades into the festivities.

"Boss, they're back!" A voice called out.

'Boss?' You internally question.

Curious, you shifted slightly to a better view to catch a glimpse of who could be the possible boss of this group. With your figure still hidden, you saw this huge figure sitting in a much sophisticated seat compared to the poorly crafted stools for the rest of the men. Seeing the male had your heart jump to your throat as pure horror painted your expression.

There sat the Captain of Kayakalas, the well-known thieving tribe of the Grand Line, also known as Red-Hand.

He's known for his swift robberies where not even a trace of evidence is left to track him down. However, if he's ever caught, he immediately kills the witness or witnesses in cold blood, leaving a red handprint using the victim's blood on a nearby wall, tree or even their clothing.

However, he had a sadistic kick for women and children. Let's just say he'd have a little bit of "fun" before finishing the job. Involving, screams of agony, broken or torn limbs, tears and cries to end this torture as they're being penetrated in the most vile way. In fact, many of the escaped victims who've experienced it or witnessed their loved ones go through it testified that when he's too lazy or tired, he lets his underlings have their way with them.

Considering he has a whole tribe in his palm, you could say their treatment with those poor innocent bystanders would be considered way worse compared to Red-Hand.

Therefore, other than the entirety of the Kayakala tribe, the World Government identitified him as the most disgusting criminal the world had ever known.

"Ah! Did you take the treasure?" A much more threatening voice rang through the now silent room.

"Sure did, boss. But, we took some extras, if that was alright," an underling responded.

"Oh really, now? Like what?"

The underling with the large bag brought it before the male before emptying the goods. There laid a large pile of Nami's gold and the Jolly Roger.

Your heart clenched in anger and guilt seeing that you had let the crew's prized possession be stolen because of your carelessness.

The captain shrieked in joy, seeing the treasure, but most importantly, the Jolly Roger of the Straw Hats. He cackled seeing the piece of cloth.

"You managed to steal the Jolly Roger of the Straw Hats! Well done!" Red Hand complimented.

The thieves lifted their chests in pride as you quietly scoffed in agitation.

"In honor of these fine men, we shall commend a banquet and plunder the Straw Hats' ship to end the night," he commanded.

In unison, the tribe yelled in agreement as the lively atmosphere became more lively, if that was even possible. The volume of the music and cheering increased as you internally decided to silently retreat back to Sunny, reassuring yourself no one was able to detect your presence.

With your adrenaline running in regret and worry, the only thought running through your head was warning the others and regrouping to figure out how to deal with these ruthless criminals.

Finally reaching the shore, you could see light filled a room on the Sunny and the obnoxious laughter of your captain and crewmembers filled your ears, calming the tension in all of your muscles. Boarding the ship, though out of breath, you continued to run to the dining room where the light illuminated and the sounds of enjoyment radiated out of.

Huffing and puffing, you noticed the door was slightly open.

"Guys, Red Hand and hi--"

"Yeah, I don't know what the whole point of the plan was. We barely made it out of there," Sanji stated.

"Y/N was just trying to provide our options," Nami responded, irritated.

Still hidden outside, you became curious as to what they were discussing about, especially why your name was involved in the conversation.

Remaining by the somewhat closed door, you began to eavesdrop on the conversation your beloved crewmembers were having.

"But, that took away very valuable time as a usual," Zoro added.

"As much as my pride burns saying this, Moss Head's right, Nami-san. I know Y/N-san means well, but she needs to pick up the pace," Sanji inputted.

"Not like it's her fault you guys have superhuman strength," the ginger snapped.

Your heart slowly but surely broke with every word spoken.

"I don't know," the raven-haired female said. "Half of our missions were a success due to Y/N's thorough intellect."

"Wish her brain was as fast as her stamina though," the cyborg included, recalling the times your body tended to move faster than your head when fighting occurs.

"If she had any stamina," Zoro insulted.

A loud bonk echoed throughout the room as Nami's fist made contact with the swordsman's head.

"Her stamina is just fine! At least Y/N doesn't get lost every 5 seconds!" She scolds.

"How could you miss her? Everytime she runs, it feels as if there's an earthquake nearby," Sanji stated, earning a bonk from the female as well.

"Why, you little--"

Without realization, tears began to fall frequently as your fingers trembled horribly in shock.

Silent sobs began to push out of your lips as your chest tightened in pain. Hearing such words by your beloved members--no, your family-- hurt more than you thought it would.

Granted, you wasted time multiple times and stuffed up on various missions, but you didn't know it'd negatively affect the members to this extent. Second thoughts began to flood your mind as you genuinely questioned your relevance in this crew.

Slapping your palm on your mouth to remain unknown to the others, you couldn't help, but continue to eavesdrop.

"Nami's right. Everyone develops at their own pace. Plus, it doesn't help that she's always the one a little too busy dealing with the amount of stupidity on this ship," the long nose defended.

"You're one to talk, you know?" Franky dissed.

"Shut up! At least I'm not half-naked all the time, you perv!"

The shipwright chuckled smugly, finding pride in the supposed insult.

"Luffy, what do you think?" Usopp asks, turning to the captain who's literally in the middle of stuffing his face.

"Mmhhff ffmmk nnammm mmffmm."

The crew stares at their captain in disbelief until one answers.

"He said she's cool and a fun cuddle bug. He's always warm at night because of her," Chopper translated.

"Yeah, Y/N's cuddles are to die for," Nami softly compliments, sighing in content remembering the cuddle sessions you'd have together.

The reindeer and Robin nodded in agreement as they recalled their past cuddle sessions with you as well.

"Hmm, do you think Lady Y/N would allow me to see her panties if I cuddled her as well?" The skeleton proposed.

Bonk.

"What the hell is up with you, you perverted skeleton?" Nami scolded.

"I'm this close to committing arson on this ship!" The ginger head raged, while being held back by Usopp.

"Please don't burn Sunny," the long nose rationalized.

With a grumble, Nami sat down with a slight pout.

"What's your guys' problem with Y/N, anyways? Do you guys hate her or something?" Usopp questioned.

"I understand she may not be your type, Sanji, but I honestly don't know why you're so harsh on her. I mean, she tries so hard for all of us."

"This has nothing with her not being my type."

Sanji remained almost quiet with a scoff heard from his lips as he lights a cigarette, refusing to involve himself in the conversation anymore.

"And Zoro-kun," Brook says. "What about you, as well? Has there been an incident where Lady Y/N must have offended you?"

"I'm just saying, she could do better. We could've done better in choosing our members. If anything, she should learn about getting stronger," Zoro defended.

"What do you mean? I think she is getting stronger. She just needs time," the doctor defended.

The ginger rolled her eyes.

"Don't mind them, Chopper. Just eat," she implied.

Already occupied with the food in front of him, the captain was unable to really understand the entire discussion whereas everyone else grumbled with every bite they took. On the other hand, you remained in a puddle of emotions right outside the door. Muffled cries escaped your lips as your palm began to damp up from the constant tears falling. The only thought going through your head was getting out of here.

Finally with a decent amount of strength, you stealthily ran towards the shore once more, refusing to be aboard the ship that you once called home. Adrenaline had kicked in, motoring your feet elsewhere into the dark group of trees. You ran and ran, unaware of where you were really going, not that you cared anyway.

Heartbroken from their "secret" conversation, the tears began to pour as you recalled their words.

Once in the darkest pit of the forest, you allowed your emotions to flow in tears, sobs, hiccups, cries, you name it. Chest heaving from hiccups due to lack of oxygen, hands trembling while wiping every pouring tear, body aching from poor sleep; your condition became concerning. Second turned to minutes, minutes into hours, as you became an emotionless void of flesh curled up in the middle of the forest. There was nothing left to release from your exhausted body.

'What do I do? I can't go back. Not like they noticed I was gone anyway,' you contemplated.

Various thoughts and solutions ran through your head as you theorized what to do in your current situation. Despite it all, they'll forever be considered as your family, as your crew. Nothing on this earth would ever change that, even insulting conversations as such. You couldn't bring yourself to blame them for their words, let alone hate them.

Slowly, you began to recall all the memories on the ship, twisting your heart in the most sadistic manner. You remembered when sharing their own personal ambitions, you promised to help them achieve it, no matter what. Even if it meant sacrificing your well-being.

An admirable trait about you is how you always fulfill your promises, no matter the circumstances to achieve them. Reminding yourself of such had you finally come to a conclusion.

You would fetch the Jolly Roger yourself before formally removing yourself from the crew.

Seeing the burden you placed on your crewmembers left with no choice, but to actually remove yourself. You want them to move on and achieve their dreams and goals in life, even if it meant you weren't present to witness it. However, there's no way in hell you'd allow them to carry on with their lives without their symbol of pride.

The dangers awaiting you when seizing such a risk had completely been forgotten, if not, ignored. Basically running on pure emotion and adrenaline, you were instantly on your feet before gunning it through the unknown abyss in search of the hideout of the criminals responsible for the Jolly Roger's thievery. It took some time, considering it's nearly midnight, based on the moon's position, creating quite the obstacle during your search.

Eventually, the wooden tile was found.

Similarly to thieves from earlier, you thoroughly scanned the area to reassure the confidentiality of your presence by the entrance. Committing an attempt of the secret knock, thankfully, the entrance opened, but suspiciously, there were no guards by the entrance. Though skeptical, you shrugged the feeling quickly before resuming your sprinting through the tunnel to the room where the familiar cheers and singing echoed.

Halting to a stop shortly before the room, you peeped your head a bit before seeing a similar setting from earlier. The difference is the increased amount of drunken, unconscious men littering the premises. Other than such, the remaining men continued their festivities of celebration. Scanning through the room, your eyes landed on the targeted male that supposedly led this tribe of burglars, Red-Hand of the Kayakala's.

His right hand held a pint of a very unfamiliar and almost suspicious beverage. Built similarly to Blackbeard, his round yet grand figure sat comfortably on his throne-like seat as his large black afro was pulled into a high bun. A dirty, velvety cloak sat upon his shoulders, matching the style of his stained, white dress shirt and ripped, striped pants. Unlike numerous other pirates and criminals, he remained barefoot, mainly due to the gigantic size and being unable to find a proper fit of shoes.

Without noticing, your blood began to boil seeing the Jolly Roger hung as if it were a simple trophy behind Red-Hand's seat as he was laughing along his underlings without a care in the world. You hadn't been so pissed about the Jolly Roger since that one time it was stolen by that snobby family living in the icebergs. This time, it was taken by an internationally wanted criminal that spares no one.

Retrieving the Jolly Roger proved to be quite the task as you began to conjure up a plan. Then, a sudden shove of your back coerced your figure into the room, revealing you to all the men in the room. The foreign woman before their eyes caught almost of the men's attention.

Their gazes varied from perversion to malice to utter confusion. Red-Hand's obnoxious laughter was quick to end, turning to see you. You turned behind you to see one of the underlings, him being the one who pushed you into the banquet.

"We had a little rat snooping around, Boss," he stated with a smirk present on his face.

No hesitation did they aggressively hold you, one man per arm, before dragging you in front of the very man responsible for this entire predicament. Pushing you on your knees before him while harshly gripping your chubby arms, Red-Hand chuckles deeply and viciously, amused by your helpless situation.

"Why, what do we have here?"

Analyzing your figure, a maniacal laugh left the male's mouth.

"Why, it's Masteress Y/N. The most gracious yet firm martial artist of the Straw Hats. 'Gracious' may be debatable, but I can definitely see why they call you 'firm'," Red-Hand disgustingly mentioned.

Red-Hand's eyes traveled all over body while biting and licking his lip, leaving an uncomfortable impression. With his eyes wandering, your skin crawled in disgust, feeling the perversion radiating off the captain and his tribe. Your expression twisted in discomfort and annoyance.

"Shut it, you perverted bastard."

"Perverted? Why such the horrid name?" He smugly asks.

"Don't even get me started. You violated all of those women and children in ways I didn't want to imagine, but then again, you were never human in the first place."

"Never human, eh? Well, I suppose you're right."

Leaning down to the side of your head, you could feel the slight breath leaving his mouth unto your ears, sending shivers down your spine.

"I'm a God," he whispers before pulling away, cackling at your intimidating expression.

"You are quite the hoot, Straw Hat. May I ask you what honor I have been privileged to see you before me?"

"I only came for my crew's pride. Our symbol."

"Oh, this little thing right here?" He mocks, pointing at the piece of cloth.

Spitting on the space in front of him, the rest of his tribe growled in agitation, pissed at the audacity you had to disrespect their "beloved" leader.

"Give it back, you bastard." You hissed.

"You little b*tch," said one of the underlings holding your arms.

He ended up kicking your gut in retaliation from your rude remark with the rest of the men cheering and laughing at the action. Red-Hand lifted his hand to silence them all to which they immediately obliged.

"Now, now, let's not be hasty. Today's supposed to be a day of celebration, remember? Now, we have a special guest from the Straw Hats."

He leans forward to you, literally inches away from your face, giving you no choice but to intake the reeking scent of what you assumed to be alcohol.

"Fortunately for you, my lady, I'm in a very, very generous mood," he softly spoke with ill intent seeping with every word.

Despite your unfazed expression, the fear became a potent effect on your body as your breathing and heart rate increased at an incredibly concerning pace. Leaning back on his seat, he stroked his slight beard as he fell into deep thought.

"I'll make a deal with you, you precious little thing. Since I know how much you love your little crew, I want to test the waters and see how long your loyalty remains," he proposed.

You grumbled followed by a slight scoff as you rolled your eyes in attempt to shield the agonizing fear practically overwhelming your body.

"Try your worst, *sshole."

He hissed in "pain", holding his chest dramatically.

"Ouch, that's not very nice, is it? I was trying to be nice, but I guess not everyone accepts kindness when given."

Red-Hand snapped his fingers to one of his underlings. There, they approached the leader.

"Gunther, light up the sh*tty flag," he commands.

Responding with a nod, Gunther grabbed one of the candlesticks from their lanterns before making his way to the Jolly Roger.

In a panic, you attempted to pounce on Gunther, only to be forcibly held back by the two men holding your arms. You began to struggle and squirm in their grip as the desperation of preventing harm being inflicted on the flag increased with every step the underling made toward the cloth.

"W-Wait, no! Please, don't! I'll do it! I'll take the deal! Just please don't do this!" You cried out, entertaining the tribe around you.

Teasingly, Gunther would bring the small flame near the cloth, earning sobbing yelps and exclaims, begging Red-Hand to stop. The frustration and anger within you poured out of your eyes as tears streamed down your chubby cheeks. The veins in your forehead and neck bulged and pulsed violently from the constant screaming and begging.

You aggressively struggled against the strong grips on your arms as you attempted to stand, but to no avail. In fact, the two men stood painfully on your calves to still your movements. All the men surrounding you roared into fits of laughter, finding your current state amusing.

"Aww, look at her plea so pitifully. So cute."

"I didn't know the Straw Hats had such a useless crewmember. Good thing she's plump in the right places."

"I would definitely hit that just to see her writhe and cry in pain."

The vulgar side comments continued to spew from their disgusting, yellow mouths as your pleas and cries continued in such high volume, in hopes Red-Hand would be merciful just for once, though the possibility is less than 5%.

"Please! I'll do what you want! Just leave it alone!" You pathetically begged with puffy eyes.

Thankfully, the captain stopped Gunther, raising his hand once more to silence his group, to which they obeyed.

He chugs down the rest of beverage before wiping his lips with the back of his palm. Making eye contact with you, he releases his share of chuckles in the silent room before returning to your gaze.

"Good girl. You're a little feisty, but I like a little spice in my women. Now, if you're able to hold your end of the deal, I'll grant you a wish of your choice. However, it can't include killing me, my tribe, or anything of the sort," he negotiates.

In between sniffles and hiccups, you nodded obediently.

"I understand. J-Just tell me what you want," you surrendered.

"You have two options. You can either help me turn in your crew to the Navy and I guarantee your safety or allow my men to have their way with you until they're satisfied for tonight. And I mean, all of my men. You manage to do either, I'll grant you a wish."

He lifts your chin with your faces, centimeters apart.

"What will it be? Betrayal or sacrifice?" He softly spoke.

The captain smiled with poisonous intent while his underlings had similar expressions, but you had already knew your decision.

"Not like you could defeat the future Pirate King and his crew," you spat with no hesitation.

"Oh, how shocking," the malicious captain smugly stated.

"I'll do whatever the hell you bastards want for tonight, but here's my wish," you interrupted.

"And what is that?"

You look at the treasure sitting beside the group of thieves that plundered your ship and the Jolly Roger hanging behind the captain before directing your attention to the male in front of you with such determination.

"Give me back all of our treasure and the Jolly Roger once we're finished here. And if you go back on your word, I'll finish you off here myself," you hissed.

Another smirk appeared on the captain's face before nodding at the two underlings beside you, mentally messaging them to release you.

"Very well, Miss Y/N. Boys, have at it," he commanded.

Without a second to spare, the tribe tackled you the floor so aggressively, one of your shoulders became dislocated, earning a shriek of pain. They began to tear off your clothes while doing just the same whereas other mainly began to beat you, attacking you with whatever they pleased. Whether it be their own limbs or a piece of wood randomly found on the ground, these men went ballistic while their leader watched in entertainment.

Letting a few stay tears fall, you began to pray for your survival at the end of this hell.

Time Skip

At the Thousand Sunny

The crew began to tidy up the ship before preparing for their slumber. Tonight had such a beautiful view of the stars, so everyone decided to sleep outside.

The crew set out their mats, blankets and pillows before releasing any last ounces of energy. Well, more specifically the captain, the sniper and the doctor.

"Okay, I think we have everything, right?" The navigator thought aloud.

She began to scan the premises before realizing there were only 9 mats set out. Confused, she took a mental role call of the crew until realization hit.

"Oh crap. Forgot about Y/N. Y/N!" She shouted to the top post, used for patrol.

No answer.

"Y/N! Come down and sleep with us!" Nami called out.

No answer.

The ginger tilts her head in concern.

"Hey, it's okay. She's probably already sleeping. I mean, the Marines can be quite the handful. Sanji-kun!" Nami yelled out.

"Is she alright?" Chopper asks. "She didn't even eat dinner," he pouts sadly.

"Yes, Nami-swaan!" The blonde proclaimed with heart eyes.

"Go and get Y/N, please. Bring her down to sleep with us since she skipped dinner."

"Of course, mademoiselle!"

Immediately, the male climbs to the top pier.

"Y/N-san, time to g--"

The male's eyes grew in size seeing the emptiness of the post. There, he saw the Jolly Roger is gone as well. His eyes widened in complete shock before he frantically ran down to the deck.

"Y/N-san isn't there and the Jolly Roger's gone!" He announced.

Everyone froze in confusion, the lively atmosphere turning into suspense.

"W-What?" Nami exclaimed.

"Y/N! Where'd you go?!" Luffy calls out.

The entire crew split in search of you all over the ship, calling out your name constantly. Everyone ran up and down the deck, going through the aquarium to the kitchen, even all their personal rooms. Despite the thorough search, not one trace of you was left.

Chopper morphed into a more realistic reindeer form before inhaling the air around him. The scent finally being processed in his brain had his heart drop to his stomach.

"I have her scent! But...." he turned to the others.

"...she wasn't alone," he clarified, horror potent in his eyes.

"Don't worry, okay? She's a strong fighter. She'll be fine. We'll just go out to see if she needs help, alright? Let's go," the navigator attempted to optimistically state.

Contagiously, the rest of crew halted in complete terror except the Monster Trio who seemed irritated beyond belief.

Nami nervously chuckled.

The nerves were very noticeable from the wavering and shakiness in her voice, yet they disregarded it before leaving the ship in search of you.

"Zoro! Stay with Sanji and me! Luffy! Stay with Nami and Chopper! Franky, Robin, and Brook! You guys go together! Got it?!" Usopp reiterated, earning grunts and nods in understanding.

The designated groups split up, but not too far to stray away from each other. They're all a yell away. There, they began to call out for you.

"Y/N! Where are you?!" Usopp calls out.

"Y/N! Did you find any new meat?!" The captain shouted, gaining a lump from the ginger.

"Idiot!"

"I'm picking up her scent! This way!" Chopper facilitated.

He ran off following your scent with the navigator and the captain following him in pursuit, praying you'd be alright.

Back at Red-Hand's Hideout

Strips and strands of cloth barely covered your heavily wounded and bruised body as you were thrown out of the hideout by a few underlings. Laughing at your condition, they threw the treasure and the Jolly Roger beside your barely conscious body. Fixing the hem of their pants, they soaked in the sight of your battered figure.

"Man, lady. I've f*cked many virgins, but dang, you had to be the best so far. Good luck out there, b*tch. Hopefully, you can find a way to walk," one of them cackled.

"Tell the Straw Hats 'Thanks for the gift'. You were pretty fun, honey girl."

The others were engulfed in laughter as one of the others landed one last kicked on your already swollen face before returning back to their hideout with laughs echoing vividly into your ears. You were left alone, basically nude in the middle of a dark forest, your life hanging by a thread.

Your hair was brutally bald as they would carelessly grip your scalp, yanking large chunks of hair, causing bleeding from your head. The remaining hair had been poorly cut from the daggers in their hands, leaving you with 3 inches of length max.

Your forehead contained multiple lumps, varying in size while your nose bled from the bone being broken by the constant face slamming in the walls and tables. In fact, in their hideout, the walls and tables are decorated in your own blood.

Literally being kicked around during their sessions, your teeth, thankfully only your back teeth, were missing, leaving bloody gums and your cheeks are swollen and bruised.

Moving down, your neck area to shoulders and collarbone consisted of a horrific amount of bite marks, hickeys, fingerprints and even wounds. Red dripped from the animalistic markings as black and blue pulsed from the harsh prints on your flesh.

Your breasts consisted of similar markings of mainly hickeys and bite marks, however, deep cuts pierced the sides of the flesh near the broken ribs from the constant beatings.

Large areas on your sides, even your stomach, varied from purple, yellow, blue and black as your back had lashes from being flogged and derogatory terms carved by a blade. It pulsed in excruciating pain, yet you were too numb and exhausted to scream out.

Both of your legs had been decorated with deep wounds, fingerprints, dark lesions and even burns. Numerous limbs on your body had been burned by the small flames from the candles or the heated blades, varying in size as well. Your left knee had been dislocated while your right leg is broken with a sprained ankle.

Most agonizingly, your private areas burned bitterly as red seeped out in a consistent flow from both areas. The assault the numerous men had on both areas led to both areas being swollen and slightly ripped, making any slight movement tragic and dreadful.

As much as screaming had been a help of relieving the pain, your voice became shot, giving you no other choice than to whisper.

'No, I have to get this back to the others. I need to,' you internally monologue as you pitifully stretch your wounded arm to the treasure and Jolly Roger.

Time passed so slowly as you could feel your body begin to surrender to the darkness engulfing your vision.

Frustration built in the pit of your stomach as you struggled to even move an inch. Sadly, you could only grab a handful of the cloth before your body surrendered to exhaustion, dropping your arm onto the firm forest surface.

Still conscious, you shut your eyes as you slowly fell into a deep abyss. An abyss you weren't sure you would be able to leave.

'I'm sorry, everyone. I couldn't even return the Jolly Roger, much less give you all a proper goodbye. Please forgive me.'

Your body felt heavier with every passing second and your heart beat began to slow in pace. Your body temperature dropped significantly with the cold breeze of the night worsening the situation.

"There! I found her!" A familiar high-pitched voice yelled out.

Though your eyes were closed, the voice perked your ears.

"Y/N!" Nami says. "I'm glad you're o--"

The ginger froze in compete terror as her eyes laid upon the gory scene before her. Her organs churned sickly, her knees buckled causing her to collapse near your body, and she shakily crawls to lay on your bare chest. Tears left her eyes in great amounts while sobbing and shrieking in fury. There, the most agonizing scream left her throat with inhumane volume.

The blood curdling scream gained the attention of the separated members. Hearts dropped hearing Nami's shriek, motoring their legs to find her location.

"No, no, no. Y/N! What happened to you?! Help! Please!" The woman pleas. She connects your foreheads in desperation to feel your warmth, only feel a figure of icy skin. Droplets fell on your swollen, bruised checks as her tears became uncontrollable.

"Please, wake up for me, Y/N. You're not leaving us! You can't, you just can't," she conversed to your unresponsive body while Chopper snuggles into your neck, allowing his own waterfalls of tears to fall.

More footsteps began to become more audible as a medley of gasps followed after.

With your eyes shut, you were unable to see the absolute terror on everyone's face or the tears threatening to leave their eyes when witnessing your condition.

"Y-Y/N?" The captain almost whispered, shaking at the horrid sight.

Your figure laying there compete naked with useless strands of torn fabric laying your body in an attempt to "cover" you. Almost lifeless, a variant amount of bruises, suspicious markings and prints, burns and a few stab wounds decorated your plump body, yet the puddle of pure blood that flowed from your body ignited a trigger inside them all you never knew existed.

Nami and Chopper look at their crew with their swollen eyes, seeing the crew's dilating pupils from the sight before them.

"L-Luffy," Nami almost whispers. "Please, help her."

Immediately, Usopp ran to your side.

"Y/N! H-Hey, wake up! What happened to you?!" The sniper questioned in a hectic manner.

Placing his head on your bare chest, listening to the pumping organ near the area, while gently touching certain parts of your wounded and beaten body, Chopper choked on his tears.

"S-She's alive! B-But, she's badly beaten. W-We need to t-take her to the s-ship," the doctor hiccups in between sobs.

You then felt someone lift you into their lap and your once exposed body felt warmer from a cloak. Usopp's cloak to be precise and, therefore, it helped you regain consciousness. The writhing in your slumber encouraged the entourage surrounding you as you then weakly opened your swollen, black-eyes, seeing Nami holding your head in her lap.

"N-Nami?" You whispered out.

Her tears finally spilling, she chuckles and smiles so sadly.

"Y/N. You're alive. Thank goodness," she chuckled.

"W-What happened?" You asked.

"We should be asking you that. Who did this to you?"

The long nose gently held the navigator's forearm.

"Nami, easy. She's just woke u--" he tried to state.

"Thank goodness. Y-You guys are here," you whispered with a slight smile, although it caused excruciating pain on your cheeks and gums.

Weakly, you pointed to the treasure and Jolly Roger thrown beside you, directing everyone's attention. Robin and Sanji approached the objects, closely analyzing them. The raven-head squatted near the golden valuables, hovering her hand over the objects before looking at everyone else.

"This is Nami's treasure," Robin concluded.

Sanji bent down, picking up the cloth.

"The Jolly Roger?" He questioned aloud.

Everyone redirected their eyes to you, confused as to why the ship's most valuable items were by your beaten body. Losing breath due to the strain of the many wounds inflicted on your body, you mustered as much strength as you could to voice out an explanation.

"R-Red-Hand. H-He's here," you whispered with enough volume for everyone to hear.

The crew froze, puzzled, except for one.

"Red-Hand?" The captain asked.

"Who's that?"

"Red-Hand, Captain of the Kayakala Tribe. One of the most heinous criminals in the world," Robin stated, gaining the eyes of her fellow crewmates.

"He's known for his swift robberies and his victims vary from normal civilians to government officials. He's usually never caught, but if he catches any witnesses to his crimes, he kills them instantly. But, women and children are a different story," the archeologist explained.

"W-What would happen to them?" Usopp asked, gulping down the large lump in his throat.

A snarl appeared on the archeologist's face, hesitant of the next words about to be spoken.

"Rape and torture. It'd occur until he's satisfied. It's said if he isn't in the mood, he'd allow his tribe to have their way with them and it's rumored to be worse compared to if Red-Hand dealt with them. Rarely are there any survivors."

The raven-haired female's usual soft ocean gaze hardened in anger as tears of fury began to poor. Everyone else's expressions shared similarities. The ginger stroke your almost bald hair, caressing your bruised, swollen face.

"What did he do to you?" She sobs.

Gently holding her wrist, you tried your hardest to contain a smile, in attempt to comfort your crew, not realizing it only brought more heartache.

"I was careless, N-Nami. I f-fell asleep during my patrol and c-caught them stealing the Jolly Roger and your t-treasure. I-I couldn't j-just let them go, y-you know?"

A cough erupted from your chest, leaving droplets of red decorating your lips and teeth.

They froze in shame as their eyes widened hearing such words.

"I f-followed them to their hideout and f-found Red-Hand. He s-said he would r-return to the ship and p-plunder it, so I ran back to warn y-you, b-but I--"

Your eyes burned along with your strained voice as you attempted to keep your emotions calm and collected.

"I-I didn't want to i-interrupt your dinner d-discussion," you barely voiced.

"D-Did you...?" Nami asked, implying to the "secret" conversation on the Sunny.

You nodded with a struggling smile.

Their heads shot up. Usopp began to stutter and ramble out pleas and begs in such a loud volume, tears already streaming down his face.

"Every word. B-But, don't worry. I-I had been thinking about resigning from t-the Straw Hats."

"W-What?! Why?! You can't leave us! You promised! Didn't you?! You promised you'd be there when we got to the All Blue! You promised to be there when Luffy becomes the King of the Pir--"

"U-Usopp," you whispered.

His sobs continued, disallowing his words to go any further.

"I promised to help you all a-achieve your dreams, I didn't necessarily n-need to be t-there to see it h-happen," you whispered.

The invincible Straw Hats, feared and admired internationally, have now been demoted to emotional wrecks, unable to contain the emotions conjuring within themselves. Nami sobbed as she continued to caress your head.

"Stop it, Y/N! Don't say such things!" The female exclaimed.

"N-No, Nami. Y-You all were right. B-But, I-I had to steal the Jolly Roger back f-for you all. It was the o-only thing I could do to t-thank you all for the part few years," you chuckle, resulting into more blood spewing from your lips.

"I-I went back to the hideout, b-but I was caught and h-he made a d-deal with me. I-It was to either b-betray y-you or a-allow his entire tribe to-- Ugh, t-to have their way w-with me until they were s-satisfied."

"Y-Y/N," the reindeer ran to your side.

The poor doctor began to sob loudly into your chest as you stroked his back, making it difficult for everyone else witnessing this scene to contain their personal feelings.

"I-It's alright. I-In return, I-I told him to r-return the Jolly Roger. A-And Nami's t-treasure, of course. Nami would've killed m-me if I didn't. Right, Nami?"

Her bawling increased in volume and harshness, shaking her head in denial.

It's twist after twist with every word you attempted to speak out.

No longer able to tolerate this aching situation, the blonde immediately carried you bridal style before running off back to ship.

"Wha-- S-Sanji! W-What are you doing?!" The long nose called out.

Ignoring him, Sanji continued to sprint away from the others.

"S-Sanji," you weakly mumbled.

"Hush! We got to get you back to Sunny for treatment, understood?!" He slightly scolded, disregarding the cracks and shakiness in his voice.

Leaning your head against his chest, your hand resting alongside it, you hummed in tranquility, finding comfort in his touch.

"I never t-thought I'd e-ever be carried in such a w-way, let alone by y-you," you softly shared.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, his eyes burned, urging liquid to pour, yet he managed to resist as his pace began to waver.

"W-What are you talking about? You're lighter than a feather," he denied while going at a rapid pace.

A scoff left your lips.

"Yeah, right. I'm h-heavier than all of you combined. B-But then again, I can't help it. Especially s-since we h-have the b-best cook on b-board to f-feed us."

There, the male halted as he allowed a few droplets to escape his eyes. He dropped unto his knees, however, you remained tightly held in his arms. His head hid in the crook in your neck, his silent cries gaining volume.

"Y/N-san, I-I...I'm so sorry," he hiccups through his tears.

You laid your hand behind his head, soothingly scrubbing his scalp which led to him leaving the crook of your neck, caressing your face.

"S-Sanji, I don't h-hate you for what you did. In fact, I-I've already f-forgiven you. I w-was just r-really hurt, y-you know? A-And I don't want to be a h-hassle in y-your lives."

"Y/N-san, please. Don't say such things. Don't leave us. I'll do anything. I'll serve your favorites for an entire year. I'll be your personal servant for life. I'll do your bidding. Just p-please," he stuttered.

He conjoined your foreheads with his gentle palm still on your purple cheek.

"Don't leave us."

Suddenly, he joined his lips with yours, intoxicating your metallic mouth of blood with a hint of tobacco and mint. As gentle and slow as he was, the desperation and yearning in the action had become potent from the passionate movement of his lips to the soft touches of his hands clutching onto Usopp's cloak covering your body. Almost in a trance, he kept up the intense contact for a few moments before finally departing, staring back into your swollen eyes.

"Don't leave me," the blonde whispered.

Barely any strength remained in your body, yet you strained your arms to cup his damp cheeks to reconnect your lips once more. Your ambitious move created more fat tears to wet his fair skin as you felt relief and relaxation for the first time the entire night.

"I-I've always w-wanted to do that," your fatigued voice spoke out.

"Y-You can always do it, i-if you stay with us, yeah? I'll smother you w-with all the kisses I c-can muster, if it keeps you w-with me. Please, Y/N. I'm begging you. D-Don't do this. I take it all back. S-Stay. If not for me, at least for the crew," he begged.

You smile before leaning into his chest.

"Sanji, i-it was always for you," you whisper.

His breath hitched at your words until your body became limp in his arms, causing his heart to jump out of his chest. Looking down back to your beaten face, his heart broke seeing the calm content radiating from your lax and smiling expression as he realized your breathing slowed in pace with your eyes closed.

"H-Hey! Y/N! Hey! Wake up! This isn't funny!" He sadly chuckles.

"Sanji!" The same adorable voice called out.

"Don't you dare go limp on me! Come on, wake up! Open your beautiful eyes for me. For me, lovely," he barely voiced as his volume decreased with every word due to constant tears falling from his mesmerizing eyes.

The male stayed in his current position as he cried out to the reindeer who was followed by the rest of the crew.

"Chopper, help her! S-She's not breathing!" Sanji cried.

"Y/N," Usopp whispered to himself.

"Chopper," the captain coldly said.

Chopper looked back at the captain in a panic, seeing Luffy's hat hide his eyes and his usual bright smile gone.

"Take Y/N back to the ship for treatment. Nami, Usopp, go and help Chopper if he needs anything," the Straw Hat ordered.

The three grunted in agreement, moving quickly. After the blonde laid one last kiss on your forehead, he loosened his grip on your figure as Chopper transformed into his monstrous form, carefully removing your body from the cook's hold.

"Don't worry, Sanji. I'll do my best," the reindeer reassured.

"I trust you, Chopper," Sanji responds.

Nodding in understanding, Chopper, Usopp, and Nami began to sprint back to the Sunny, desperate to get you treated. Finally on his feet, the blonde lit a cigarette, turning to the rest of the remaining crew. His once emotional expression hardened into complete rage, similarly to the rest of the others whose eyes have darkened.

"Sanji," Luffy maliciously spoke.

He peeked one eye to look at the male.

"What would like to do?" The captain asked, the rest of the Straw Hats ready to obey the next orders the cook may have.

Sanji blew out a cloud of smoke as the veins in his forehead and neck, pulsing violently.

"If what Robin-chan said is true, do as you please," he starts.

He glares into the night with his cigarette in hand.

"....but make sure they aren't able to ever violate a woman or child again."

They all nodded their heads as they made their way to the hideout. Busting through the wooden tile, Luffy led the members through the tunnel, his gaze remaining hidden behind his hat.

Oh, poor Red-Hand does not know the type of hell coming his way.

On the Thousand Sunny

"Is she done with the bathing yet?" Usopp asked from outside the bathroom door.

"Almost," Chopper called out with the help of Nami.

Eventually, the blood and dirt decorating your body had been washed away, magnifying the deep color and size of your wounds and bruises. Though they came to be smaller than expected once the blood and dirt was washed away, considering the amount of marks littered all over your body still leaves a great amount of concern.

The two wrapped your body in a towel before Chopper transformed back into his monstrous form to carry you to his infirmary. In attempt to match his pace, Nami and Usopp ran after the doctor, following him into the room, ready for any further orders from the reindeer.

"Chopper, what now?" Usopp asked.

Chopper laid your body gently unto the bed, preparing you for your treatment.

"Nami, I need the blue container in that cabinet above my desk. It has the necessary ointments, medicines, and materials for stab and burn wounds. Usopp, I need my utensil kit along with that black container. It has the cotton pads, casts, and bandages inside."

"Got it!" The duo responded in sync.

In an instant, they searched for the necessary items in the designated areas, handing them to the doctor. Chopper began to set up the equipment for your operation with the other members waiting in tense positions.

"I need you guys to wait outside until I'm done," the doctor suggested, getting a nod from the two in response.

The navigator and the sniper left the infirmary, quietly closing the door behind, allowing the doctor to focus with utmost concentration.

With gloves and a surgical mask worn, the doctor began to clean out your injuries and cuts with the alcohol before starting any of the serious procedures. He even discarded the infected tissue of skin that was burnt and smothered soothing medicinal lotion. Once all your wounded areas were cleaned, he started stitching the deep stab wounds with such concentration and precision. Thankfully, not many of the stab injuries were deep.

Moving his eyes along your body, he noticed a sight tear in your lower area, twisting his heart in fear and hurt.

"What have they done to you?" The reindeer quietly asked.

He began to stitch your area after cleaning the tear. Of course, the tender-hearted doctor had to shed a few tears of his own seeing his beloved friend in such a state.

"Please, Luffy, everyone, give those bastards hell to pay," he mutters through his cries.

Going down to your legs, analyzing your left leg, he popped your dislocated knee back in and placed a brace to keep the bone in place. Then, moving to your right leg, he applied a large cast on the entirety on your right limb to treat the broken bones.

With a few more ointment applications, wraps and bandages, Chopper wrapped up his equipment as the operation has finally been brought to an end. He placed you in a hospital gown that he placed in the emergency kit for coverage.

"Guys, you can come in," he called out.

Usopp and Nami returned into the infirmary, first looking at your refreshed body, dressed in a hospital gown, freshly wrapped, and your skin beginning to pale from the lack of body warmth in your body.

"How is she, Chopper?" Nami wondered, softly.

"She's stable, but she's been roughed up pretty bad. There are a few areas I need to treat on her scalp, but that means I have to shave off her hair. I don't want t--"

"Do it."

The three jumped at the weak voice. Turning their heads, they see you with your eyes barely open as you struggled to speak.

"Y-Y/N! W-Wait, don't strain yourself!" Usopp warned.

"Chopper, thank you for caring about me, but it's just hair. It'll grow back. Do what you have to, doc," you warmly consented.

His cute whimpers and cries began to intensify. Covering his weeping eyes with his arm, you pitifully reached your hand out to pat the top of his hat.

"U-Usopp," the doctor stuttered through sobs.

"T-The blade, p-please."

Hesitantly, the long nose goes out the door and takes a sharp edged blade from the weaponry before placing it in the animal's hoof. Carefully, Chopper guided the blade, shaving off every bit of remaining hair off your head. You flinched and winced every once in a while, but it was mainly painless.

With only skin showing on your head, the three trembled at the sight of the lesions decorating your scalp. Immediately did he start disinfecting the wounds and patching them up after ointment applications.

"T-There," Chopper sniffles.

"A-All done."

"Thank you, Chopper. For taking care of me," you thank.

"Please don't leave us, Y/N. Stay," the poor creature sobbed with his microscopic arms laying on your torso.

With a sad smile, you hold his small hooves in your comparably large hand.

"Don't worry. I just need time to think about things. Alright? I'm not going anywhere."

"You p-promise?"

"I promise, Chopper," you softly answer.

Gently, the doctor throws himself into your arms, afraid of letting you go. You automatically began to comfort him, allowing his tears to dampen your gown.

The duo abiding on the side felt their eyes burning, urging water to escape their eyes as well, but they managed with a bright grin on their faces.

"Y-You're not mad a-at us? You're staying?!" The sniper optimistically exclaimed.

"Honestly, I was never mad. Mainly hurt. I believed I was unwanted in my own family, but then again," you chuckle. "Family always makes fun of each other."

Nami and Usopp's smiles dropped in guilt, remembering their recent conversation with the others.

"Don't worry. It was mainly Zoro's and Sanji's words that hurt, but I think I was a bit overdramatic about it. I just wasn't prepared to hear something like that, you know?"

"Y/N, don't thi--" Nami attempted to comfort.

"Let me finish. After a while of analysis, I came to realize that they were right. I need to be stronger as a Strategist."

Your bright smile began to waver as you pet Chopper's fluffy fur.

"I have made far too many mistakes and I haven't been taking the time actually sharpen my expertise. Those two were only looking out for me. They had high expectations and I didn't reach it, let alone even try to. They truly believed I'm capable of more, but I've been procrastinating."

A smile gradually built into your face as your eyes curved into crescents, turning to the others.

"Besides, it's quite foolish to leave my family because I didn't like what I heard, don't you think? I've heard worse, believe me. I love you guys too much too leave,"

"Y/N," the duo called out in tears.

They all engulfed you in the tightest hug you'd ever received from them.

"Thank goodness! You're staying!" Nami cries out.

The long nose weeps alongside with her until he felt a slight push on his gut. Moving away from you for a minute, the reindeer gasped a great breath, implying he must've been squashed underneath the male.

"Oh, sorry, Chopper," Usopp apologized.

Despite the grumbles of agitation from the reindeer, you rubbed his back in comfort, leading to a sulking reindeer snuggling into your chest. Giggles left your lips as you realized, this is where you belong.

At Red-Hand's Hideout

"You son of a b*tch!"

Red-Hand was sent flying by the blonde's monstrous kicks.

The captain along with the other Straw Hats sat idly on the side, allowing Sanji to release the fury stirring within him. Unconscious bodies and corpses of the underlings decorated the hideout floors as they all grab had a large gauze of blood oozing from their pelvic area and a multitude of manhoods or pieces of them laying alongside the bodies. Other than the tribe members, nothing but red painted the floor and walls while bits of it splattered along their clothes and skin--none of it being their's, of course.

Red-Hand coughed up a river of blood until Sanji stepped his foot on the criminal's chest in a threatening manner.

"No man should live if he were to violate a women, but if he does it to children and women, especially to my Y/N, he deserves the most painful and slowest death inflicted on any man," the blonde threatened, eyes narrowed in pure anger and vengeance.

Red-Hand chuckles in amusement.

"Well, at least I got to hear that b*tch's cries for help before I went. Oh, it was so heavenly. Her sobbing and screaming for you guys to save her," the male stated with a smirk.

Before the cook could crush his ribs under his foot, a sheath of a blade could be heard following by an agonizing screech from Red-Hand. His eye had been stabbed by one of Zoro's sword, but not deep enough to kill him. The blonde looked behind him to the swordsman.

"Oi, Marim--"

"Talk about her like that again and I'll make sure you squeal louder and worse than she ever did," he menacingly warned, shadows covering his narrowed pupils.

A chill ran down the spine of everyone, including Sanji. Zoro being personal is a rare occasion, so witnessing the malice seeping from his words froze the stances of his fellow mates, even the captain.

"Zoro," Luffy calls out with his eyes behind his hat.

Zoro looks at the captain as Luffy raises his head to glare at the male who violated his nakama in the most vile way possible.

"Give it to Sanji. That's an order."

Though the blonde was confused, Zoro understood his vague order and looked at the cook in a serious manner.

"Eyebrows, take it out of his eyes. I'm giving you my sword for 1 minute. Do what you like to the bastard before I do."

Refocusing himself to the screaming male before him, Sanji removed the blade, seeing a geyser of red gush out his eye used to be. He bent down, eye-level to Red-Hand, taking one of the latter's hands, spreading each of his fingers apart.

"W-What you doing?" The male asked.

Remaining silent, Sanji began to slice off his finger nails, gaining a shriek of pain with every nail. Ignorant of every beg and plea for mercy, he began to slice his fingers and continued his detachments of limbs until satisfied. He honestly could've cared less about the blood stains on his clothes. In fact, he found it satisfying feeling the sensation of sick bastards bleeding and screaming because of him.

"Rot in hell, *sshole."

Time Skip

Back to the Thousand Sunny

The gang finally returned to the ship, exhausted and bloody and though concerned and surprised at the outcome, the three Straw Hats in charge of your health checks welcomed the other members warmly, content that the disgusting tribe and their horrible leader had been dealt with--thoroughly. Expectedly, there were no traces of personal injuries or wounds on their bodies, hinting to the weakling trio that it was not their blood on the clothing. Refreshed and cleaned, the crew hung outside on the deck of the ship, silence filling the area.

"Chopper," Luffy called out.

"How is she?"

"She's fine. She gained consciousness shortly after the operation and seemed well."

"Conscious?" The blonde asked, nearly jumping out of his sitting position.

"She's resting now, as she should be. With a few medications, renewed patches, and rest, she'll make a speedy recovery," the doctor informed.

The flips of everyone's hearts in relief definitely helped ease the tension of the entire situation.

"That's good," the captain added with his bright smile and a couple of giggles.

The rest smiled in content, thankful that you're alive and well.

"I'm assuming you took care of Red-Hand and his tribe," Usopp assumed.

Nodding, the green head sat on the grassy deck, leaning against the post with his hands at the back of his head.

"Cut off their d*cks like Eyebrows wanted and did worse to the dumbass who led 'em," Zoro casually stated, having the weakling trio freeze in slight horror.

"Huh?! You what?!" The three yelped in unison.

With the weakling trio frozen in shock and the others sitting and standing casually as if the recent mission was nothing, but a walk in the park, a pair of heavy footsteps was heard from the second floor of the deck.

"That was a little excessive, don't you think?" A voice stated.

Looking towards the direction of the voice, there you stood, heavily bandaged from head to toe in the hospital gown Chopper dressed you in. Temporarily did their hearts ache seeing you in such condition, especially seeing their head is now completely bare. You leaned against your crutch as you struggled to move due to both your legs being severely injured.

"Lovel-- U-Uh, Y/N-san!" Sanji exclaimed.

Running up the steps, Chopper approached you, about to scold you to rest, but you weakly turned to him with a delicate smile, causing to halt in place in front of you.

"Chopper, help me walk, please. I want to talk to everyone," you softly requested.

Hesitant, the doctor nodded before pushing against your left hip to support your imbalanced figure while holding your left hand, indicating you to lean against the railing of the staircase. Slowly but surely did you make your way down to the deck.

"Y-Y/N, you should be resting! Go back to b--" Usopp scolded before his words were brought to halt by a raise of your hand.

While descending from the second floor using the stairs, your body would tend to wobble and tremble horribly with every descending step, but you were quickly assisted by another figure--the blonde. Shocked, you met his eyes with yours, seeing the hesitation in his movements, unsure if you'd consent to his assistance.

Reassuringly, you softened into a smile, dusting his cheeks bright pink.

Taking your hand with his and using his free hand to support your back, Sanji helped Chopper guide and support you to the deck before delicately placing you onto the bench attached to the port. The reindeer sat and remained beside you as the others kept silent and jaw-slacked.

"Y-Y/N! Your hair!" The captain acknowledged.

Without warning, the captain began to sob and run to you.

"I know. Chopper had to shave it all off in order to treat the wounds on my scalp," you explained. "Don't worry about it though. It's just hair. It'll grow back."

"Y/N! I thought you wer-- Ah!" Luffy yelped.

A sly trip to his ankle resulted into Luffy falling face flat into the green surface of the deck.

"Oi, she's wounded. You can't be rough with her, moron," Zoro interfered.

Face still planted into the ground, the captain rose a thumbs up.

"My bad," he apologized, muffled into the floor.

You couldn't help the small giggle that escaped your lips.

"It's fine. I just wanted to talk with you all," you reassured.

Curious, everybody stood up right, tense and anxious of the potential outcome whereas Chopper, Nami and Usopp knew the possible statements you were about to voice.

"First, I wanted to apologize for what happened. I was careless and this whole mess could have been prevented if I had done what I was supposed to. Even at the end of it, you guys were the ones that had to clean up my mess and I am so sorry, you guys," you share, tears becoming present on your face.

As difficult as it was, you took a deep breath to control your emotions as best you can before you continued your speech. Gratefully, your hand was caressed by the doctor's small hooves as he looked up in empathy.

"Second, I wanted to thank you all for what you did tonight. Again, although it was my mess, I shouldn't have brought you guys into it and allowed you all to clean up after me. You guys were right. I need to get stronger and I promise I'll work on it right awa--"

"No."

Baffled, the crew turned to the moss head who answered in such a manner. Still leaned against the post without a care in the world, he turns to you.

"I don't accept your apology," he nonchalantly claimed.

"Oi! Marimo! How dare you say su--" Sanji started.

"Shut up!"

Silencing the blonde, the rest of the Straw Hats jumped at Zoro's aggressive manner. Standing up, the swordsman approached your sitting figure, towering over you with a gaze as intense and fierce as his blades, leaving you slightly trembling. Unexpectedly, the man kneeled before you, this time being the one towered over.

"You shouldn't be apologizing over something that wasn't your fault. Everyone makes mistakes, but it doesn't lower your value. And don't pay no mind to what Eyebrows and I said earlier."

Tilting his head, the captain curiously turned to the archeologist.

"Robin. What is Zoro talking about?" Luffy asked.

"At dinner, Swordsman and Cook stated how Y/N's lack of strength was a sign of procrastination and could potentially leave her behind," Robin reiterates.

His eyes widened at the raven-haired female's response, redirecting his attention to the one-sided conversation between you and the swordsman.

"Regardless of your strength level, you're still part of this crew. You understand? We're in the future Pirate King's crew. What kind of crew would we be if we didn't look after one another?" Zoro said.

He lowers head into a bow.

"We'll help you become stronger. We're a team and we don't leave each other behind. But, only if you choose to let us. It's my fault for acting high mighty and being inconsiderate. Forgive me, Y/N."

Without a single word in, Sanji kneeled beside him, his head hung low similarly to the male in front of you.

"Me, too. Y/N-san, it was our fault you considered leaving, so please forgive us for making you think such things. Please don't leave us because of our recklessness," the blonde begs.

Their words surprised you as you weren't expecting this type of reaction. Zoro's tendency of remaining conservative had you believe he wouldn't apologize publicly, let alone kneeling in front of the entire crew.

Usually, if a member left the crew at their own will, he'd allow their leave since he wouldn't want to coerce their duty as a pirate crew member upon them, especially since Luffy aspires to be the next Pirate King. Yet, it boggled you to see him beg you to remain in the crew.

Sanji, on the other hand, tends be a prideful man. Similarly to Zoro, it was a shock seeing him publicly apologize to you, let alone kneeling before you. However, you knew Sanji is a man of manners and he will own up to his mistakes, even if it meant his own humiliation.

With a soft smile, you gently laid your hands upon their heads.

"I forgive you. Just please, talk to me if anything is the matter or if I need improvement on anything," you graciously replied.

Tense from the neck down, the two men relaxed under your touch as your words brought ease into their anxious hearts. Giggles and grunts of approval radiated from the group behind the males, gleeful at the scene before them, you along with them. Out of your sight, the swordsman and the cook before you simultaneously grinned along their beloved crew.

Purely ecstatic, Sanji delicately lifted you in his arms, spinning you around, still considerate of your injuries. With no thoughts in his mind, he gave you the most passionate kiss he could provide out of the rush in his system. Red painted your cheeks deeply as the ginger witnessing on the side smirked unlike the shocked expressions of the sniper and doctor.

The kiss now dawning into his head, the smile plastered on the blonde's face dropped out of embarrassment as his face flushed into a darker shade compared to your's. However, his grip around your body unwavered.

"O-Oh, I'm s-- Mmph!" He started before being interrupted by a pull of his collar and your addicting lips.

Though surprised at first, he quickly melted into the touch, sweetly caressing your cheek. The session occurred for a few moments until you pulled away allowing the male to catch his breath.

"That was-- I mean-- You are-- Wow," he stuttered.

Laughing softly, you kiss his cheek.

"You are a bit 'wow' yourself. Although I'm not sure about myself though. You sure you want my bald and chubby mess of a bo--"

This time, he took the initiative to silence your self-destructive words with his lips until he was ready to pull away. Pulling away, he gazed into your gorgeous eyes, caressing your cheek once more.

"Of course. I want all of you and only you," he almost whispered.

He pecks your nose before joining both of your foreheads.

"No one else."

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