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Cream of the Crop (+18) Pt. 2 (AFAB)

If you know me irl, no you don't.

Part 2 of this

Thatch/Reader (AFAB)--might do a AMAB version later, we'll see.

Warnings: penetrative sex, oral sex (giving and receiving), aggressive foreplay/biting, dirty talk, a small bit of uh 'backdoor' play, a fair bit of degradation, punishment kink, sir kink probably but definitely some kind of authority kink, Nelson (if you know, you know), light bondage, overstimulation, and creampie (if you know, you also know, but it is NOT the food). Not necessarily in that order.

I think that's it?

@secretsnailor, this got a little away from me, ngl

Words: 3120

Feeling emboldened by Thatch’s rather unusual mood, you pressed a chaste kiss over the smattering of curly hair leading up to his belly button, gently pulling down the zipper of his pants. That done, you ran both your hands up his thighs and skimmed your thumbs over his hip bones. Teeth gripping the elastic of his boxers to tug them down.

Thatch sucked in a sharp breath but otherwise didn’t comment, choosing to run his hands over your hair and toy with the fresh bite marks he’d made in the kitchen.

Delicately, you pulled until the tip was freed, your hands dipping under his pants to knead at his hips and ass. Mostly dry, there was still a dampness present when you brushed your lips over him, tongue flicking over the bead of precum that leaked out. Tilting your head to look up at him, you smiled and pressed your tongue between his skin and cock, taking what little was exposed between your lips. With one hand buried in your hair, he leaned back and lifted his hips, allowing you to pull his clothes down until the pooled at his feet.

“Fuck! Keep going, honey.” Thatch hissed, “You’re not done quite yet.”

Keeping your hands on his thighs, you traced your tongue over the prominent vein and up to the ridge of his cock. Dragging the flat of your tongue over the top, you dipped down and let his dick sit on your tongue, panting softly. Thatch visibly shuddered, blunt nails digging into your scalp as a warning. Closing your mouth, mindful of teeth, you sucked him down further. Hands brushing over skin as you teased the delicate area where Thatch’s thighs dipped into his pelvis.

Spit and precum dripped down and you gently pressed against his thighs, asking for more room. Thatch, eager as ever, allowed this. Your free hands moved, nails lightly dragging over what you hadn’t taken yet to cradle his balls. Gently, you rubbed in the mixed fluids and the noise that left Thatch was somewhere between a groan and a snarl. He almost yanked your head back in reflex when you pressed your thumb down where his balls met his cock. Thankfully, he controlled himself before he accidentally drove your teeth into his tender skin.

When you chuckled, the sound vibrating down his cock, he looked down with a feral grin.

You were absolutely going to pay for that.

You almost pulled your head back to make some slightly teasing attempt at an apology before his hand drove you back down, nose digging into soft skin and curls unexpectedly. You didn’t gag—though it was a near thing—having deep throated him before.

“Better behave now, honey. I still have all night to punish you.” Thatch threatened, his voice a deep rasp that chilled your skin.

That smart move would have been to actually behave.

But since when has being smart ever been fun?

Gathering the growing wetness, allowing more to slip through your lips, you ran your tongue around his cock to the best of your ability. He didn’t let you up at all, each breath dragged through your nose. There was still time to change your mind. You really should. But the growing moans you pulled from Thatch when you swallowed hard around his thick cock made you dizzy. With difficulty, you slipped your tongue down further, pressing against his balls.

One of your thumbs, soaked with spit and precum, brushed down under his balls. Almost soothingly, like you didn’t have any ulterior motives, you pressed circles up into the soft skin. Thatch gripped your hair, staring down into your eyes as he panted. He was so close, his cock throbbing.

Your thumb drew back from his balls as Thatch unsuspectingly praised your ‘good behavior’.

“—fuck—hng!—Keep going baby, you’re doing so well. Stay right there and I—Ngh--! FUCK!” Thatch broke off, your thumb slipping through the tight ring of muscle and startling him. Even as prepared as you were, the force of his cock ramming down your throat surprised you, cum spilling over your lips and down your throat, “Y-You little bitch! F-Fuck, you’re getting it as soon as you finish what you started! I thought we talked about your naughty little hands, baby? They don’t go in anything without my permission—your pussy or my ass.” Thatch laughed but it was deep, almost dragged out of him as he kept you held down. Despite his words, you kept your thumb where it was, stretching out his ass and letting him ride the high.

Though you struggled against his hand, he was insistent on keeping his thick cock down your throat. You knew a few taps would be all it took to release his hold, but between the lack of air and the slick coating your underwear, there wasn’t any way you were going to stop him. After a few moments, his hips stopped thrusting and he relaxed, breathing heavily as he guided your head from his cock. Only then did you remove your hands, though you kept them well within his sight. You’d pushed him enough for one night.

He looked down at you, ready to continue, but his eyes lingered on your gasping lips and wide eyes.

He was waiting for any protest.

You gave him a smirk instead and he narrowed his eyes as he returned the gesture.

“Sir?” You asked with a falsely demure tone. He snorted as his thumb pressed over your lips. Forcing your jaw open, he pressed it over your tongue and looked.

“Such pretty lips and tongue for a filthy little bitch.” Thatch mused, “But how do I punish you? I… suppose I’ll have to think about how to show my baby how to behave. Clean my cock—and watch your hands—good now. No more mischief from you. I mean it. Hands where I can see them.”

Not wanting to press your luck now, you gripped the tops of his thighs lightly, softly licking his cock. Somewhat limp at first, you had some difficulty working around it without your hands, choosing to occasionally press kisses over the damp skin until it swelled up fully again. A little giddy and nervous you looked up at him as you ‘cleaned’ his balls, his eyes hot and contemplative. Thinking, he stroked your hair despite your mouth cradling the delicate area.

When small beads of precum started up again, Thatch stopped you from tending to it with a firm hand on your jaw.

“I know I said ‘clean’, pretty thing. You enjoy choking on my cock too much to stay there all night after that little stunt you pulled.” Thatch clicked his tongue. “The problem is how much of a whore you are for me. You love everything I do to you too much for it to be a punishment, don’t you, little slut?”

“I’m sorry, sir.” You apologized around his thumb. He smiled coldly down at you.

“No… not yet you’re not.” Thatch acknowledged, “I could’ve fucked you on the counter until breakfast and you’d love it. I know without looking that you’re fucking soaked, aren’t you?”

“Yeah.” You moaned softly, laying your head against his thigh.

He pulled you up then, shoving you against his chest for a deep kiss as his free hand went down to squeeze your crotch, feeling the wet denim under his hand. You sucked in a sharp breath when he pushed his hand under the fabric to dip between your damp folds, scissoring his fingers so you squirmed as he played with you. His tongue crowded your mouth and swallowed your moans when he pulled his hand back.

“My naughty baby, look at you.” Thatch cooed, admiring the thick, wet strings on his hand, “So fucking wet for me.”

“T-Thatch! Ah!” You moaned as his dry hand pulled your hair.

“Can’t behave for shit though. Guess we’ll have to see how much it takes you to beg me to stop, won’t we?” Thatch muttered against your wet lips, dipping his tongue in again when you started panting, “Lay down and behave like you should have from the start, slut.”

Dizzy with anticipation, you staggered away from him and landed flat on your back.

Thatch towered over you, cock dripping precum onto your pants as he smirked, noting with a pleased hum when you gripped the sheets over your head.

“Sir, please!” you begged, ready for whatever he was going to do next.

Thatch gently ran his hands over your shirt, digging into the swell of your breasts before gripping the fabric between his hands, mindful of your bra.

“Oh, it’s far too early for begging, baby.” Thatch ripped the shirt clean in half before shoving your bra up and over your head with the ruined fabric. With his knee, he shoved you up higher, pressing against your pussy and tying your hands to the bedframe with a tangle of cloth, “We’ll get there though. I promise.” Thatch whispered in your ear, digging his knee harshly against the seam of your pants.

He seemingly ignored your aborted moans as you clenched your teeth, choosing instead to bite down on your exposed shoulder.

Oh.

Faintly you connected the dots as he pressed his teeth against your breasts, not biting as hard but still bruising every inch of skin he could.

Thatch had a… thing about marks. And most of yours were healed now, except what he gave you earlier.

He pulled back for a moment, eyeing your skin before diving down to harshly suck on your neck. Then he was back to abusing your breasts. That doesn’t mean his hands weren’t busy though.

Thatch kneaded and fondled every inch of exposed skin he could get his hands on. Even going to far as to shove his hands under you to scratch down your back.

“O-Oh, Thatch—Sir!” you moaned, “Y-You’re in a mood—” You cut yourself off as Thatch glared up at you from where he bit down on your hipbone, drawing blood.

“Sluts don’t get a say in my mood, baby.” Thatch yanked your pants down, sucking on the delicate skin above your pubic bone with a hot swipe of his tongue and nipping with his teeth. “Don’t make me gag you. You moan so sweetly when I kiss your lips.” Thatch smirked, removing the last of your clothes.

He was not talking about the ones that you were panting through.

Not one to miss an opportunity, Thatch quickly got to work re-marking your thighs, working his way up until you could feel his breath on your cunt.

Then he manhandles your knees up and pressed them clear to your shoulders, almost to each side. Smirking, hair askew, he spared you a single glance as he bit your calf with an angry nip. Licking the stinging skin, he pressed a kiss over it, closing his eyes. After a moment, he looked down at kissed you deeply, his cock grinding against your clit. You moaned into his kiss and he pulled back again.

“You haven’t earned a hard fuck yet, honey.” Thatch warned you despite his cock sliding against your clit again. He pressed his tongue over yours when you moaned mockingly, “Keep making those pretty sounds and maybe I’ll fuck you right.” Thatch promised.

Finally—finally—he dipped down, hands still behind your knees, and pressed a kiss to your clit. You almost screamed when Thatch bullied his tongue into your cunt. Your hips pinned to the mattress by his shoulders as he all but fucked you with his tongue, deep and harsh. It almost burned but the pain eased quickly, your legs shaking as he pulled back to suck your clit between his teeth. As he gently worried it and licked at the trapped bundle of nerves, you grew concerned he’d try and really bite down. Instead, he seemed to be trying to run his tongue under the hood.

Your knees were pulled together and almost shoved into your face as he held them down with one hand. His now free hand worked through your slick cunt, diving in and stretching you out. You couldn’t move.

You couldn’t breathe. All you could do was take what Thatch gave you, clit still trapped under the assault of his tongue and teeth. Two thick fingers scissoring wide and curling in towards your stomach.

Then three digging in as you started to jerk, moans starting and stopping in almost-sobs.

Then four, bullying in deeply as he drove you closer to the edge, tears spilling over.

You, almost in hysterics at this point, nearly screamed in surprise when he pulled away rather than adding his whole hand like you were too fucked to properly fear.

Instead, he released your clit and shoved his tongue in with his fingers, free hand rubbing your exposed ass.

You keened, hips tilting as you reached for that last push—

Slap!

You startled, cumming on Thatch’s satisfied lips as he gave a few more ‘love taps’ to keep you going. You panted, legs twitching as you absolutely drenched the bed.

“Oh, that was so sweet of you, baby. Look at you, trembling under me. Like a good girl.” Thatch cooed, wiping his face and beard. “Wet and weak for me. Now that’s how you get fucked hard. Don’t worry, your commander has your back.” Thatch promised.

“S-Sir~!” You swallowed hard and weakly cried as he put your legs down to kiss you. You could taste yourself, slightly bitter, but you let him press his tongue as deep as he wanted—too fucked to care. Your hands were freed at some point, but you could barely find the strength to pull his hair back for a chance to breath, his own hands soothing over your heated skin.

Finally, he pulled back, tugging you up. Not able to protest in your breathless state, you could only moan as he pressed your back to his chest and placed his arms under your knees. His cock was hot and insistent against your sensitive cunt. But he wasn’t quite done yet. He scooted back until he could stand over the bed, dragging you with him.

“I promised a hard fuck, baby. Until you begged me to stop.” Thatch teased your limp neck with another gentle bite. “Better make it believable this time.” He threatened before shoving his cock deep into your cunt.

As you were unable to move at all—just how he liked it—Thatch was free to deliver the brutal fuck he promised. You moaned into his mouth as your tongues brushed with every thrust, his thick cock reaching too deep in this position. When you could manage to open your eyes, he was staring at your face with a concentrated expression. You almost yelped when he removed one of his arms to play with your cunt. Fingers slipping over the folds almost negligently.

“Should I turn the tables on you, baby? You’re creaming so hard on my cock, I think I could switch and you’d take it just as well.” Thatch asked against your bruised lips. You almost didn’t know what he was talking about.

“I-I-Ahn—please, Thatch! I-I wanna cum! Y-You’re so—I can’t take it!” You plead.

Thatch smirked.

“Oh? Then what’s this, baby?” Thatch asked slapping your ass, “Looks like you’re taking it pretty well to me. Unless you want me to stop?” Thatch teased, pulling out suddenly to grind over your soaked cunt.

“No! No! I want it, sir!” Thatch slapped your ass again, “Your cock, please! It’s just so big I-I can’t think--!”

Thatch was quick to slam you back down, starting up a brutal pace with a cruel laugh.

“There’s my good little slut. Honest and sweet, like your cunt.” Thatch cooed softly, “But can you cum for me? Think you can squeeze my cock right?” You nodded your head, delirious as you sank into his hold, focusing on how his thick cock dragged in and out of your cunt. Even with you absolutely drenched, it was a struggle.

And you loved it.

Folded in his arms like you weighed nothing, his cock easily reached deep at an almost bruising pace. Your head leaned over his shoulder as he gave you more hickeys. There was no way you could hide them without a sweater—Thatch was going to be insufferable in the morning—but it was just one more thing that turned you on.

Your orgasm slammed into you, your body spasming in his hold as he bit down in surprise, only the faintest, breathy moan leaving you.

But he wasn’t stopping.

The pleasure quickly dovetailed with overstimulation as you struggled.

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease—AH!—cum for me—I’ve been so good—Ah!” You rambled in a high pitch against his lips. He held you tighter and sped up, falling onto the bed as he used his new position to fuck into you harder and harder.

Then suddenly he slammed his hips into your ass and stilled, body rocking into you as he came hard. Almost impossibly hot, you shook as Thatch filled you past capacity, cock throbbing as he caged you on the bed.

Weak kissed pressed over your spine with the occasional bite.

“S-So sweet, oh I can feel your pussy shaking—yeah, ain’t that right, baby?” Thatch whispered into your hair.

Almost sobbing with relief, you quivered.

“Y-Yeah—oh—ah—t-thank you, sir!” You weakly turned your head and kissed his jaw, “T-Thank you—you’re so good to me—Ah!” Thatch gave a harder thrust just to be mean and pull another moan from you, cum dripping out thickly.

Apologetically, though clearly not very sorry, Thatch kissed your cheek and slowly pulled out. You almost winced as more cum dripped from your cunt.

Thatch very obviously enjoyed his handiwork, fingers briefly dipping in as you gave a strained moan. The sheets would definitely need to be replaced before you could sleep, but Thatch looked about ready to make an even bigger mess.

“Only the best for my baby.” Thatch assured you, pulling back to lift you into his arms, “I think it’s time we cleaned up though.” Thatch walked towards the bathroom.

“Y-Yeah, probably. Busy day tomorrow and all that.” You weakly responded.

“Might fuck you against the wall. Your moans are so cute when they echo.” Thatch promised with a smirk.

“Thatch! I-I don’t think I’ll be able to walk if you do!” Thatch looked into your eyes with excitement.

“You promise?” Thatch asked, “If I don’t have to worry about you walking anywhere, I can also fuck you just as hard before I leave.”

You smacked his arm weakly and laughed.

But you didn’t say no…

#one piece smut #one piece thatch #thatch x reader #afab #minors dni #i have so much content you can enjoy #but this is not one of them #might need southern jesus but i think it's too late lmao #absolutely playing into the stereotype of ace individuals being involved with not safe in work things lmao #no regrets #okay maybe some #But I'll have you know I was enabled so there

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