#smoker smut

[the-fluff-piece]

They catch you touching yourself

Spicy sexy headcanon with Law, Sanji, Zoro and Smoker

You're not in a relationship with them, but they catch you touching yourself - and they want in

This is a smut headcanon and not for minors!

Contains voyeurism, masturbation, spontaneous sex and daddy Smoker punishing you. (For me in this fantasy, it's a given that reader wants it badly)

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Law

He hears your soft moans and sees you through a crack in the door. He won't make his presence known

He feels his pants tightening as he stares at you fingering yourself until he can't hold himself back anymore, he drops his pants and has to stroke his hard cock.

He is driven absolutely mad by the thought of how wet and needy you must be, but he doesn't dare to join you - yet.

He cannot keep up his hiding place, he moans loudly when he comes, spending his semen on the floor.

When you hold your blanket in front of you, asking who is there, he slowly walks in, already hard again, and drops all his clothes while his gaze is fixed on you.

He just manages to whimper that he really needs you now and is relieved when you spread your legs to invite him. He won't last long. He dreamed about something like this for a long time.

Sanji

He feels that there is a woman in desperate need and comes running. Being a passionate peeping Tom, he'll be enjoying the show - a lot. He doesn't need to touch himself, being in the vicinity of you in that position, he comes into his pants before storming in and begging you on his knees to let him lick your wet pussy.

When you agree, he's eating you out like a starving man, greedy and desperate. He loves they way you taste and how soft you are between his lips.

You have to promise to call him every time you feel like you need it, he'll drop anything and do you in any way you want - where you want it.

Zoro

He doesn't wait and he doesn't watch, he knows he has the right remedy for you. He'll have his cock in between your legs faster than you can realise what's happening. He'll press you down into your sheets by the throat and asks if you want it.

If you nod he'll be enjoying you hot and fast. No need for foreplay, no need for being gentle, you're already prepared to take anything he has to give. He comes fast, but he can go all night.

Smoker

Being always in charge, he'll find you on his nightly patrols, doing stuff he didn't authorize. When he catches you, he calls you out by bellowing orders to stand at attention.

When you scramble to pull up your pants again he yanks them down and shoves his fingers inside you, pulling out his now slick fingers to show you evidence of what you've just done.

After he licked you juice off his fingers, he'll have to dispense punishment right away. By dropping his pants, bending you over, and pounding you from behind until you whimper.

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[rosinantecigarettes]

★ ★ WHAT IS LOVE? ★ ★

what's real love for them. (ft. smoker, kid and killer) part 2/?

content warning: plus sized!reader. reader have nipple piercings (in kid's part). smoker's a bbg. swearing. not proofread. partially nsfw. cockwarming in mouth. semi public sex. nipple play. slight degradation (use of whore). missionary. sex in the kitchen. hair pulling.

a.n: here's part two! since ya'll liked the first part (a LOT) I think I'll do more, you can suggest a character you want tho ;)

𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑 (my bbg)

when you welcome him home with a smile on your face; his entire body tired, just needing to snuggle with you.

when you let him just rest his head on your fluffy lap, the back of his head poking your tummy; if you caress his hair, he might absolutely sleep.

when you leave little notes in the lunch boxes that you make for him with so much love; "I love you! ;)" "have a good day <3" "come home well! ^^". he will never admit, but he keeps all the notes you write.

when you offer to massage his tense shoulders and does it so so well, leaving a bunch of kisses on the back of his neck; all he can do is lean his head back and lay it on your shoulder as you leave a kiss on his forehead, a smile growing on his lips.

when you're kneeling under his desk in the office, his girthy cock inside your mouth. with one hand he's holding your hair so you won't move as he try to hold back any sound. "f-fuck... keep it wet and warm, 'kay?"

𝐄𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐃

when you compliment his works, it feeds his pride and he is happy that you like something he made, might do something for you if you're lucky; "oi, y/n. I did this bracelet for you, take it and shut up!" so romantic, isn't he?

when he catches you staring at his bare chest, the first time he catch you doing it he teased you for a whole month. won't admit but likes it.

when he sees you and killer working together, on a fight or on daily activities, his best friend and his lover getting along? fuck yes.

when he sees you fight. the fire and adrenaline in your eyes as you take down more then one enemy with no effort and with a smile on your face; makes him so proud.

when he use his devil fruit power to send shocks through your nipple piercings as he suck on them, your moans growing louder everytime he does that. "shouldn't have done these... I'm gonna suck on them until you cum, whore"

𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑

when you brush his hair. in the start of your relationship he was hesitant about it, but it only took you patience and here you are, brushing his hair every night.

when you sit in the kitchen and talk about anything that comes to your head. he likes to cook by himself, but he appreciates when you just sit there and make company for him.

when you blow him a kiss before a fight. he finds it so silly but really adorable; you dont need to see his face to know he's smiling and with a faint blush on his cheeks.

when you ask him to explore an island with him. he's not big on pda but he'll walk closely to you and carry bags for you. (ugh i love him)

when youre sat at the table of the kitchen, one hand pulling killer's hair and the other around his neck as he thrust slow and deep into your wet cunt, both his hands around your waist and his forehead on your shoulder while he kiss your neck. "princess... if you keep pulling my hair like that, I dont think I'll be able to hold myself from fucking you senseless on the table"

#one piece smut #one piece x reader #killer x reader #op killer #smoker x reader #smoker smut #eustass kid x reader #eustass kid smut #one piece x you #one piece headcanons

[leakyweep]

Smoker x Reader x Law : Good Mouse

A/N; I had so much fun writing this! @anon-germany enjoy :)

Warnings: Threesome, single hole double penetration , degrading, use of nicknames like slut and mouse, oral (m receiving), double creampie, Law is mean

Word count; 1.4k

The sweat on all three of your foreheads was glistening in the dark light of the SAD room, and soft plaps of skin, gruff curses, and wanton moans could be heard from the corridor if one were to walk past. However; you, Smoker, and Law were carelessly getting your frustrations out in the dimly lit factory, uncaring if Caesar Clown himself were to witness what the three of you were up to.

Smoker was pistoning his thick, veiny cock in and out of your dripping pussy, your hips in his palms as you sat on all fours, gazing up at Law who was fucking his long dick into the back of your throat. All of the attention of both the men was on you, on your breasts bouncing with each rough thrust from the Vice Admiral, on your back and tricep muscles clenching as your body tried to stay upright, balancing yourself as if your legs would give out right under you.

Noticing the way you were swaying and your fingernails dug into the metal floor, Smoker wrapped a strong arm around your torso, his fingers dancing along your skin before playing with your hardened clit, making you moan around Law's length, in turn causing the tattooed doctor groan desperately.

"Is that damned pirate bullying your throat, baby?" Smoker asked, leaning down to rest his chest against your sinfully arched back. Your soft chokes and sputters were turning on the doctor, but pissing off the Marine. He could barely hear the sounds of your cunt over them. "Don't worry, your very own strong Marine is-fuck- here to take care of you-"

"Shut up, this fucking whore doesn't deserve that 'baby' shit. Look- can't even keep eye contact." Your eyelids were closed, trying to focus on breathing through your nose as your throat was currently occupied, but they snapped open as soon as you heard Law's words.

Your mouth was going dry at how horny and fucked out you were, Law grunting as he pulled out. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth, brows knitted tightly as Law sent a glob of spit flying onto your tongue. He immediately placed his length back where it was before, sighing gently as his fingers gripped both sides of your head, fucking into it like his very own fleshlight.

Smoker pulled out, making you whine at the empty feeling in your core. The silver haired man connected his mouth with your pussy from the back, his tongue exploring your slit as Law pulled back from the wetness of your mouth.

Soft moans tumbled past your lips at the way Smoker's velvety muscle danced along your folds, making your legs press together. He forced your thighs back open forcefully, sniggering against your cunt as he pulled away. He pulled away to move up next to Law, sneering at him.

“I know this shitty pirate doesn’t agree,” Smoker started, placing his hands on your shoulders to position himself next to you, pulling your body on top of his, “but you deserve to be treated, baby.”

A strained moaned fell from your lips as Smoker invaded your gushing walls again, grinding his hips up into you as curses fell from your lips. Every inch was pure bliss; it made your walls flutter around the man as he whispered sweet praises in your ears.

Your back was flush against Smoker’s chest as you noticed Law standing above the two of you, jerking himself to the sight. There was a lustful glint in those dark eyes, and they were transfixed on your stretched out pussy on the older man's cock.

The scowl on his face didn’t leave as he knelt down between your legs, positioning himself as if he were going to fuck you with Smoker’s already thick girth inside you.

You hurriedly glanced up at Law, a confused expression gracing your features as Smoker’s chuckle tickled your ear. “Like I said, little mouse… you deserve to be treated. You wanna get filled up, don’t you?”

You gasped, realizing what was happening. “B-but, it won’t fit- already so full~” the last part of your sentence was accompanied by a moan as Smoker snapped his hips up into yours harshly.

“That was a rhetorical question. You’re going to take both of our cocks, like the little slut you are.” Law’s voice was low as he dropped his chest to sandwich you between the two of them, your heart beating faster and faster at the overwhelming feeling of being filled by two thick, long dicks.

Law’s length poked at the microscopic space between your entrance and Smoker’s veiny hardness, and soon you felt the wind being knocked from you as Law forced his way inside your weeping cunt.

A loud cry echoed through the metal room, tears pricking your eyes as inch by inch, Law and Smoker filled your tight walls. The stretch burned your cunt, like you were being split open through the middle. It was the most full you had ever felt in your life; your fingers were digging into Law's back tattoo as a long, desperate whine left your mouth when he bottomed out in your expanded pussy.

There were strangled grunts coming from above and below, and the men enveloped you physically and mentally. The smell of their sweat mingled in your nostrils, and the way they were both spewing out words, very opposite phrases leaving both the men's lips like an angel and devil on your shoulders, it was overwhelming in all the best ways.

"Taking us so well," Smoker gasped, sweat beading on his forehead. His thumb was twirling your clit, mixing a slight feeling of pleasure into the burning feeling in the pit of your stomach. The praise made it a bit easier to take the cocks stuffed inside you as Law just chuffed, beginning to thrust.

"Of course this little slut can hold two dicks," Law spat, his hands bracing the floor as his thrusts became a bit more steady and controlled, Smoker's hips beginning to rock as well. You gently called out the doctor's and Marine's names through your moans as Law's palm connected with the sensitive skin of your ass, leaving a hand mark.

As the two men ravaged your spent pussy, you could no longer contain the loud groans from the back of your throat. An inked hand lifted to your mouth, the pace of the man's hips quickening as he pressed his palm into your lips. Your head was pushed back against Smoker's broad, hairy chest now, and you could no longer struggle against the rough thrusting jolting your body back and forth.

It was all too much; and as your pussy squeezed the two men's lengths tighter and tighter, almost as if gripping them into you deeper, you felt the pressure deep inside your core suddenly break, and your body writhed against the abdomens you were squished in between, a moan ripping from your mouth in a loud scream.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! R-right there!" Your words tore through Law's fingers, causing the men to angle their hips upwards. Your sweet spot was being bullied by the men's hardness, feeling their cocks rub and poke at all the best parts of your cunt. A white ring of your arousal was painted around the bases of their dicks, and your breaths were coming out hot and heavy against Law's ear as you heard him grunt.

"Pussy's s' tight, baby," Smoker moaned, and you felt him still his hips as his spend painted your cervix, his cock twitching at the tight pressure in your dripping cunt. Law followed soon after, his cum mixing with the Vice Admiral's deep inside your core. He was shuddering, his hips stuttering against your own. Law's Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes glazing over your own fucked-out expression.

All of your breaths mingled into one as you all basked in the afterglow fo your climaxes. Yours and the men's cum was drizzling down between your thighs, pooling onto the floor along with a mix of sweat. Smoker gave the crown of your head a small kiss, praising you for being such a good mouse, taking two men's cocks at one time so well. Law was just running a hand through your hair, rolling his eyes at Smoker's adoring praises.

"Yeah, yeah, Smoker," Law sighed, slowly removing himself from you with a soft hiss at the sensitivity. "Let's go before we get caught." He began to get dressed, not even bothering to clean the juices from his dick before heading out without a word.

You smiled as Smoker stuck his tongue out at the grumpy doctor before pulling slowly out of you, taking care to make sure you were okay and dressed properly. On the way out, you smiled thinking about how you wouldn't mind making this a weekly occurrence.

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[honeyshiddendesire]

He’s So Mean 🥵

Warnings: rough sex! Vaginal sex! Praise & Degradation! Choking! Oral sex!(m)! Daddy Kink! Dom/Sub! Chokehold! Doggy style! Rough oral(m)! Huge Size difference!!! Obviously unrealistic but oh well!!

18+ Minors Do Not Enter !! 18+

Summary: Thinking of the Meanies of One Piece 🤭🥵😮‍💨🤤🥴 might be self indulgent who knows lol 🤭

Characters : Zoro! Eustass! Doflamingo! Akainu! Sir Crocodile! Smoker! Law! Whitebeard! Katakuri! X Female! Reader

*New Author's Note: Copied from my previous blog! I love when I find my old works!! Thank you to everyone who reblogged all my old stuff cause I love finding it all !! Thought I was gonna have to rewrite this whole thing again lol so I'm super happy that I found it *

Zoro ⚔️ & Eustass 💀

The ones that have you in a head lock as you sit on their cock, their lips nipping your ear as they give you brutal encouragement.

“Love fucking this pretty cunt you got!” His voice growling in your ear making your cunt drool even more. Juices dripping down your folds to land on his heavy balls. “Sloppy ass pussy.” He groans nipping at the lobe while you whine with watery eyes.

Lips sucking under your ear softly were a total contrast to his tight hold, your gelled nails clawing at his iron grip. “Even this cunt knows who the fuck it belongs to huh?”

“Y-yes~!” The position he had you in was tight but not as tight as the way your walls held onto his massive cock. “Uh! Puh~lease~!” The appendage hitting deeper than you ever thought possible, making you choke out whimpers. “S-so go~od~!”

“Damn right my dick is good.” He’d laugh with a wide grin pressing against the side of your face making you whine in the back of your throat. “But your pussy ain’t so bad either.”

“Fu~ckme~!” You sobbed out in bliss at the feel of his muscled legs pumping up into your sopping heat. The sounds your soaked cunt made were embarrassing to your ears but silently you loved it. You couldn’t believe how wet he was making you.

“Already am. Ha! Look~I fucked you silly!” He barked out a laugh before clicking his teeth, “Awe so cute baby~” He tauntingly cooed, making your eyes roll back thigh’s quivering. Both cumming so deeply to the vicious taunts and your wet walls.

Doflamingo 🦩 & Akainu 🌋

Or the ones that give the meanest back shots. Ass so far up in the air with your hair pulled in a makeshift ponytail due to the tight grip of their fists pulling.

“Fucking whore.” He says through gritted teeth as his other arm is pinning your arms behind your back holding you in place.

Rough lips leaving harsh love bites against your neck. “You’d better take every inch.” His voice raspy as his cock bullies your cervix like no tomorrow. “Oooh fuck~” You’d whimper cutely when he’d lift your head up so he could look at you.

Loving the way your mouth hung open with drool hanging sloppily like the fucked out whore he wanted you to be. “Perfect.”

That’s the face he loved to see when he came but not yet- no, he never rushed. So fucking your gooey walls deeper and harder, he kept up his pace. Your ass rippling with each pound of his strong hips, your body screaming at the weight of him on top of you.

Caging you in like a tower of strength that he used to split your pussy open. “Making such a mess. You dirty slut just look at you. Ugh~ It’s incredible.”

“Cumming~!” You’d whimper making him laugh as he’d tug on you hair harder. Biting at your lower lip making you hiss before he gave a devious grin.

“Who said you could?” The laugh he’d give seeing your pout was bone chilling yet it made your pussy flutter with desire.

Wetness pooling out making you moan and scream even more, his cock punching your stomach so sweetly. He was a cruel man but he left you a trembling puddle underneath him.

Body bruised and ass red at the end of the night but it was worth it every single time when you heard the whisper to you, “Rest love.”

Sir Crocodile 🐊, Law & Smoker 💨

What about those scowling meanies that are actually complete teases playing daddy behind closed doors.

Grumpy pout or stoic expression completely erased and switched to something of total mischief. Lips spilling out sweet praise as he pressed your legs to your chest, the strokes were ridiculously deep but torturously slow.

Gasping and begging for more you lay underneath them, back bent so far your ankles we’re practically by your ears. “Daddy~” You’d whimper for the first time with tears leaking from your equally shocked eyes.

“What was that?” He’d taunt you, making you bit your lip, hands coming to cover your face in embarrassment.

With quick reflexes though he’d quickly pin them above your head. “Hey princess~” He would coo back looking down with a wide grin that had you clench his cock tighter. “Oh don’t be like that. Come on-Shit! Say it again, doll.” He would groan out and to most it sounded like a beg but it was far from it.

Using his other hand to rub insanely fast at your sensitive nub causing your legs to shake, “Uh! Fuck! Oh -fuckyes-! Daddy~!” Your screams were stolen from your throat by the feral assault his fingers were committing. It made you dizzy and fall in love, going cock drunk with each deep stroke.

“That’s my pretty girl. Takin’ daddy’s dick so good~” He’d moan as his eyes drifted down to the sweet cream your pussy was dripping out for him. Collecting some on his thumb to rub faster on your swollen clit.

“Look at your cunt swallowing me whole.” Hips suddenly taking on a more frenzied speed at the gooey contraction your walls were making. Milking his lengthy cock that had you whimpering and panting for air.

Eyes glazed with the sight of your tight walls sucking him in, knees to your chest squishing your jiggly breasts together. “Fuck sweetheart you take daddy so fucking well.”

“Ah! It’s s-so big~fuck~!” You whine trying to look in his eyes but fail as your eyes roll back with a loud moan. “Yeah I know you can handle it though.”

“Right there daddy! Pleasepleaseplease~daddy!” You’d babble with broken moans and screams making him chuckle.

“Daddy’s girl likes it right there huh?”  He’d smirk as he’d lean down to capture your lips, relishing in the way you squirmed at the deeper angle. A scream flooding his mouth that he ate, hips drilling you so amazingly deeper than before.

Leaning back slightly after the heated kiss he grins down with a promise, “Well then just relax and take daddy’s cock like my good girl? I’ll make you feel real~ nice.”

Whitebeard & Katakuri

Or the insanely sweet meanies, the unrealistically gigantic ones that took weeks to slowly get your body used to them.

“T-to~Ah!-mu-uh-ch~!” You’d croak out with a hoarse throat that had the man smile fondly moving hair from your face.

“Just a few more okay. You’re taking it really well dear.” A soft smile of reassurance making you literally melt in his touch, “Oooh cumming~!”

“Very good Y/N. Very good ~” Smiling proudly at the way you were squirting on two of his insanely large fingers and palm.

The day you even gave them head was a whirlwind that lead to your throat being wrecked. Fingers tangled deeply in your locks as saliva drenched your face and chest.

“Oh dear c-careful love.” He warned as he resisted the urge to thrust into your tight heat. He could probably kill you with it and that’s a chance he’d never take.

You wanted to bring him pleasure hell you wanted to feel something more but he was so…

Huge

Licking up the entire length with cute eyes, wrapping both hands and pumping his length as best you could had him moaning deeply.

“Easy little one.” He warned when he noticed you trying to hover above him. “No way.” He’d tell you and you’d respect it and continue. 

Sucking and licking making him hiss at every gag and gurgle your tight throat was doing. Trying to swallow every last drop his cock gave when he started to cum but nope.

Hair, face, tits, were drenched and it made your pussy the same. You wanted him so bad.  But you also adored his care to keep you safe.

So after more time you finally got to take the tip which had you screaming all night long. You felt amazing to him even without him being fully inside of your tight heat. “Taking it well love”

“Breath- that’s it little one.” He would coo to you when he first entered again but deeper with a new angle.

“Ah~! Fuckfuckfuck! Fu~uhh~ll!” You'd moan and the gargantuan man would smile as he rubbed at the bulge in your tummy. “Look at you~”

It didn’t matter how big you were they were bigger and they gained confidence in the fact they were so large.

Cock protruding your stomach unbelievably so, but it had you drooling. Giant meanies who can’t even kiss you cause they’re so big.

Fingers in your mouth as a way to send their love to you, knowing if they bent over they’d wreck you. Though the thought was weirdly tempting.

“It-bwig~uh~!” You’d slur sloppily around their thick veiny fingers you loved.  Kissing the tips of his finger in your mouth while a couple of inches of his cock kissed your cervix.

“I know little one, I know.” He would smile at your pleading eyes wanting to cum, silently begging him to take you there.

Large hands engulfing your breasts and kneading the flesh making you whimper around his digits. “Cum with me Y/N. Go on little one.”

Hips shallowly rolling into your spongy cunt that threatened to pull his girth inside. It was a tight fit, and impossible fit, but it felt great.

Legs shaking as your pussy squirt over his monstrous cock, screams of his name leaving you. Choking on moans and his large fingers as he drowned your pussy.

Cunt overwhelmed and filled to the brim with sticky cum as you quivered with rolled eyes. How could any man resist?

“Ah~!T-o much!” Cries would fill the room as his hardness would push his cum further into you.

Going deeper thanks to your relaxed walls and his copious amounts of spunk. “I know love, but you feel so good I know you can take just another inch.”

Thumb caressing your cheek sweetly with eyes full of love that had you nodding your head rapidly. “Y-yes please!” You’d whine making him smile.

“I love you so much.” …okay…

Maybe he wasn’t so mean.

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[kodydrs]

Was I Helpful? - Smoker

a/n: idk why, but cigarettes are so lana coded. hope everyone is having a good day. kisses. yk what you should totally do? should totally reply & reblog, as well as leave a request / ask in my inbox 😉

warnings : pretimeskip!smoker x pirate!reader, fxm, implied age gap, dom!smoker, sub!reader, pet names, blowjobs, oral (m.receiving), a lot of hair stroking, no use of y/n, not proofread, i’m bad at tagging

summary : pirate!reader is caught by pretimeskip!smoker

ib : none

request : yes / no

Smoker's eyes narrowed down at you, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

‘You're a curious one, aren't you? Always poking around where you're not supposed to be.’

You smiled sheepishly up at the Vice Admiral. Due to his insane height, he towers over you, casting a shadow over your figure. He chuckles, his voice low and gravelly. ‘I suppose it’s admirable in its own way. Not many will defy the rules as many times as you have.’

‘I don’t know if I’d call it “defying the rules”. Bending them, sure, but defying? Not really.’ You’re rocking back and forwards on your heels, hands clasped together.

This isn’t your first offence against the Marines. Stealing, damaging Marine property and threats against them were all on your list. The only problem was that this time, you’d been caught. Obviously not the first time, but the first time when it’d been by the Vice Admiral.

He folds his arms, looking at you.

‘I bet you bend a bit more than just the rules.’ Your face flushes and you start twiddling your fingers, suddenly feeling a growing urge to leave.

‘No…’ Smoker scoffs and grins.

‘I’m actually rather confident in my theory.’

Not knowing what to say, you press your lips together in a hard line. Smoker He leans in closer to you, his face just inches away from yours now.

‘I can tell there’s more to you than some lousy pirate who always targets Loguetown. And I think it’d be a shame to waste such potential.’

A shiver sprints down your spine and you bring your clasped hands to your lips, staring at the ground. His voice is smooth and deep, almost hypnotic. He takes your chin between his thumb and index finger, lifting your head up until you are forced to make eye contact with him.

‘Tell me, little girl. Why should I let you off the hook?’ You stare at his brown eyes and gasp, a sound that comes out as a quiet whimper.

‘Becaus-‘ He cuts you off mid sentence, gripping your chin tighter.

‘...Because…’ He trails off, leaning forward slightly, bringing his nose close to yours ‘...you've got something special inside you, haven't you?’

You bite your lip and nod slowly.

‘I could be helpful…’

He chuckles darkly, pulling away slightly.

‘Helpful how exactly?’ He’s teasing, running his hands along your waist gently. ‘Are you going to help me out or am I wasting my time here?’

‘I could help you find things.’ He smiles slyly, leaning in closer again.

‘Really? You think you can find what I need?’ He whispers into your ear once more, causing a shiver to run down your spine. ‘Then prove it.’

‘How?’

He brings his hand that was resting on your chin to your head, gently pushing you down to your knees. ‘Prove it.’ Your eyes widen and stare up at him, shaking by your current position. He grins, sitting back with you now between his legs. Cupping the back of your head in his hand.

‘Prove to me that you're useful, little doll.’ he says softly, bringing his other hand to run over your lips.

You nod, opening your mouth slightly and biting down on his thumb.

‘Good girl.’ He mutters, letting you go and stepping back. ‘You're definitely worth something after all.’

You hum at the praise, letting him control the motion of your head with his hand.

‘Now then…’ He continues, reaching out and grabbing both sides of your face firmly. ‘Let’s see how good you can be at listening. Open wide, doll.’

You do as told, letting your mouth fall and hang open. He smirks, pressing his thumb against your tongue as he undoes his belt with his other hands.

You watch patiently as he pulls his dick from his pants. You can practically feel your throat stretch as you look at him, saliva building up on your tongue.

‘Is that supposed to be a look of amazement on your face?’ He asks, pressing his throbbing cock against your lips. ‘Or are you just enjoying the view, little doll?’

You nod slowly, lips wet against his tip.

‘Both… sir.’

Leaning forwards so that he is hovering over you, he moves his hand out of your mouth and to your head. Without any further discussion, he presses himself into your mouth, groaning softly. You whimper around his dick, crying at the way it does in fact stretch your mouth and throat. Trying your best to take it but you gag and pull back, whispering apologies while you cough. He pulls back slightly, chuckling.

mYou're a bit too eager, doll.’ he runs a hand through your hair and it’s awfully comforting. ‘There’s no rush, so take your time to adjust.

You swallow, opening your mouth to take him again. You go down slowly this time, getting about 3 inches in before you have to pull back out.

‘Just like that, doll. Looking good.’ He praises, and you feel it go straight to your wet pussy. ‘Do your best and there’ll be no reason for me to force it all down.’

Each time, as you bob your head, you manage to take more and more of him and before you know it, your nose is pressed up against his pubic bone.

A deep groan arises from his throat and he leans back against his chair. His hand in your hair grips it tightly and his eyes close with his head back.

Now that you’d taken him all, you were set on the goal of getting him to the end. So each time you pulled him out, you’d stop at his head and suckle along the slit for a few seconds before going down again.

‘Damn, that's hot.’ He grunts, feeling the need to touch you but keeping his hands on your head. ‘Fuck, doll. Just like that.’

Your mouth is at his base when his hips buck into your mouth, making you gag around him. You stop moving for a moment before pushing past the slight sting and continuing what you were doing. Suddenly, he pulls you back off him.

‘Fuck, stop. I’m gonna cum.’ His voice is deep and broken and if it doesn’t turn you on. Innocently looking up at him, you wrap your hand around his hard cock, stroking it lightly.

‘Can I please make you cum with my mouth?’ You plead.

‘Not yet. J-Just keep doing what you’re doing.’ You pout but listen, somewhat annoyed that you’d come so far and he wouldn’t even let you finish him off properly. Bending the rules (something that you’re so very good at), you feather his shaft in kisses.

He watches you for a moment, then groans.

‘Shit...I can't take this.’ His hips starting to move on their own. ‘Just make me come. Please, doll.’ Your eyes light up and you wrap your lips around his tip, suckling and kitten licking it while still using your hand on the rest of him.

He moans loudly, his hips bucking him further into your mouth as you continue to torture.

‘Oh fuck. I’m gonna-‘ He starts, but can’t finish as he comes hard, crying out in pleasure. A high-pitch moan escapes your lips as white hot liquid shoots into your mouth, the stuff you can swallow pouring out the sides.

He gasps, panting heavily as he leans forwards and over you once again.

‘That… was amazing.’ You’re also panting, stroking him lazily while you lean your head against his thigh, kissing it weakly. He smiled at you, ruffling your hair with one hand as he pets you with his other. ‘You did great, doll. I don't think anyone could ever beat that blowjob.’

You nod again, letting go of his dick.

‘Was I helpful?’

He chuckled softly.

‘Yes, doll. Very helpful.’ He rests his hand on your head for a second before patting his lap. ‘Come ‘ere.’

It takes a minute for you to stand, but you do so with wobbly knees, moving to carefully straddling his lap.

‘You know it’s only fair if we get even now.’ She teased, rubbing 2 fingers against your clothed cunt. You groan, holding his shoulders tightly. You’re over sensitive, and he’s going to make the most of that.

He grins, moving his fingers slightly higher to your clit, pleasuring the small bud. You’re already a moan mess when he moves your panties to the side and plunges 2 fingers deep inside you, making you cry out and hide your face in his neck.

He thrusts his fingers deeply within you, reaching up to pull your head back so he can see you.

‘I love how responsive you are, doll..." He says breathily, running his hands through your hair as he keeps going.

‘Sir…’ you whimper. ‘I’m gonna cum, sir.’

‘Come for me, babydoll.’

Upon his command, you feel your orgasm unravel, making your whole body shake vigorously in his lap. He laughs softly, pulling his fingers out of you and wiping them against his pants. Your weak body flops against him and he allows you to stay like that for a while.

After a few minutes, you pull yourself together and stand, fixing your clothes as you return to the position you’d been in when you first entered the room.

‘Go on about your day, pirate.’ Smoker directs, lighting 2 cigars and waving you off. ‘But don’t let me see you again or I won’t be so kind as to let you off.’

You nod and before you know it, you’re sprinting off down to the docks of Loguetown, both of you knowing fully well you’ll be back to be helpful again.

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[sabosbabygirl]

The smell of his cigar filled my nose as I felt him penetrate deep inside my wet pussy. His big hands smacked my ass hard as the tip of his cock gently hit my g spot. I moaned; it was only a matter of time until we were fucking madly and leaving a hot mess all over the bed.

🚬Daddy’s Home🚬

Me x Smoker (its written in 1st person)

NSFW, +18, Sex, Smut

Easy read; 1.2k words

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He has been gone for some time and the thought of having my big man back not only made my heart happy but my pussy pulse with anticipation. “I’m home” sex was honestly one of our favorites. It was gently but always ended rough. His stamina was much greater and his build up was so much that once he released, he didn’t stop. I bite my lip thinking about being filled beyond the brim.

“Where’s my beautiful woman at?”, my thoughts are quickly broken by the sound of his voice and the scent of his cigars. Before I could process or stand, he quickly sweeps me up in his big arms and pulls me to his chest. I burry my face in his neck, kissing him gently at his sweet spot. He rumbles lowly, “You just can’t wait can you, my little minx,” he removes his cigar, and his lips press hard against mine. His lips are rough, and his tongue slips into my mouth quickly dancing with mine. The taste of his hickory cigar floods my taste buds and causes my brain to fog. I moan into his mouth wrapping my arms around his neck in attempt to pull his face further to mine. His grips my face with his hand, strongly but carefully not to burn me with the cigar. I groan and speed up the kiss, moving my tongue faster against his. Smoker pulls away but keeps face merely inches from mine, “Mmm patience my Angel,” he smiles, “Patience” his lips kiss my forehead as he slowly starts walking into the bedroom, carrying me bridal style while he puts his cigar back in his mouth, smirking.

🌶️In the Bedroom🌶️

He carries me to the bed and lays me down, but instead of getting on top of me and taking me, he backs away and leans against the bedpost.

“Since you’re so impatient little minx, how about you show me how wet you are for me. Go on…play with yourself,” he smirks and puffs his cigar. I stare at him with wide eyes, “you want m- “, “What’s wrong? Don’t act all innocent on me baby. I know you play with yourself when I’m not around. Show me. I wanna see your beautiful fingers fuck that pretty pussy of yours.” He smirks and takes another puff of his cigar, licking his lips slightly.

I blush as my hands remove my pants and panties. His eyes look at my pussy; the desire building as he puffs his cigar more. I place my fingers between the folds of my pussy and slowly move my clit up and down. I bite my lip as I already feel my body twitching with anticipation and arousal. “Mmm that’s my girl. Rub your clit faster. I want you squirting before I enter..” his words were music to my ears. I moaned and moved my fingers faster against my clit. The heat rising throughout my body.

Smoker’s arousal heightens as he watches my fingers play with my clit. His cock erecting in his pants. He puffs his cigar, “Mmm there you go. Stick those beautiful fingers inside; I wanna hear how wet your pussy is,” his voice soft but demanding.

I bit my lip, “Yes daddy,” I moan as I slide my fingers inside my pussy. The wetness making sloshing sounds as I gently push my fingers in and out. A tiny bit of wetness leaks from my pussy onto the sheets, “Fuck,” he whispers while watching. His hands slowly undo his belt and pushes down his pants. His erect cock springs up and the tiniest bit of precum leaks from the tip.

I stare at his cock and moan louder, moving my fingers in and out of my pussy faster and faster. “Mmm Smoker,” I yell as my pussy squirts my fingers out and liquid flows out. My body twitches and before I can react anymore, I feel myself being flipped to my stomach and my legs lifted.

Smoker brings my legs up to his waist, “Just how I like you…soaking wet and ready for me.” The smell of his cigar filled my nose as I felt him penetrate deep inside my wet pussy. His big hands smacked my ass hard as the tip of his cock gently hit my g spot. I moaned; it was only a matter of time until we were fucking madly and leaving a hot mess all over the bed.

“God I love your noises,” he grunts as he slowly but with much force plunges his cock back inside me. My pussy walls tighten around his massive cock; his head hitting my g spot again but harder. “Smoker, I’m so-“ “Tight…” he groans and slaps my ass again. His hands massage my thighs as he continues thrusting in and out, slow but hard causing me to feel another orgasm rising.

“FASTER,” I yell before burying my face into the pillow. Smoker says nothing but I know he is grinning. He grips my thighs tightly causing me to squirm slightly and he rams his hips harder and faster into me. The gentleness is now gone and his own desire to have me cum over his cock takes a hold of him. I feel my pussy wall stretch wider and wider, taking in his entire girth. My g spot aching against his tip; begging to be released.

I scream his name in the pillow louder and louder. As much as I wish my screams where muffled, I know he can hear them. “That’s it, scream my name louder. Fuck, it drives me crazy,” he grunts loudly as the sounds of our hips slapping fills the room.

“DADDY!!” I yell as I feel my warm liquid cover his cock and my hips twitch. “Yes baby!! Yess,” he moans as he drives his hips further in and pulling all the way out to see his cock covered in my white, thick cum. “Fucking hell,” he moans in a whisper tone. He thrusts his cock with so much force that I feel like he rearranged my guts. I moan and cry out into the pillow, “Please cum daddy..please.”

“Oh God~” he moans as he thrusts once more, plunging deep inside me. I feel his seed explode all over the walls of my pussy. “MMMM,” he moans as he keeps his cock inside and slowly lowers my legs to the bed. He pulls out and watches my pussy drip of the mixture of our cums. He smiles and rolls to the side of his bed, putting his now finished cigar out in the ash tray.

I feel his big arms grab me and pull me to his chest. “You are always so impatient,” he whispers while stroking my hair and lighting another cigar. I look up at him and smile while he eyes me down, “I’ll give you 5 minutes of rest, then we go for round two….cowgirl,” he grins pulling me onto his lap, his cock erect again.

This is going to a long, bumpy night.

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[buggys-bumpkin]

Smoker got me acting all kinds of ways fr. This scene was so mf funny. Like why is man’s shirt off😭 not that I’m complaining

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[mochikisses]

Imagine having a threesome with smoker and crocodile,, they'll definitely fuck the shit out of me

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[the-fluff-piece]

Slippery slope

A short sexy smoker smut story (actually just a drabble but story has an s and I wanted that)

He wants to obey the marine's "no sex" rule, but like every rule he needs to interpret it. Just a little more...

Smoker is dating you. You're his subordinate - too bad there's a rule against fraternization in the marine.

He may not like the rules, but he has to live by them. Kind of.

He is pretty sure that it just means actual sex is forbidden, so he thinks it's okay to make out with you, as long as nothing sexual happens.

So after a long day, he decides to kiss you and hold you in his arms just for a bit. You taste so good, you're so warm and sweet, he cannot help but get a bit more demanding in his kisses.

As things get more heated, he decides that touching your breasts is still OK, no breaking of rules here. So he pushes up your shirt and bra to pinch your nipples and squeeze them. Since touching is permitted, he may just as well suck on your nipples.

When you start to moan and rub against him, he is pretty sure that it would be rude to just let you hang like that. After all, it's not sex if no one sticks anything anywhere down there. He starts to touch your vuvla, through your trousers. It already feels hot and you obviously need more. It's a bit awkward, with all the cloth between his hand and you. He decides just hand stuff is absolutely safe. As long as his Penis isn't involved, it's no fraternization.

He sticks his hands in your pants to rub your clitoris, you're super slick and hot. Feeling up and down between your folds, circling your clitoris, his fingers get wet and slippery. Mainly by accident, his fingers slide inside of you, oops!

Now that he's already here, might as well fuck you with his fingers. He knows that he has big hands, it's surely already satisfying to you. So wet and soft, how great would it feel against his cock?

No, that's forbidden!

Although his boner does start to hurt as he's getting more and more worked up. His hand is now moving in and out of you fast, the wet sound, mixed with your moans, it's too much. He drops his pants, just to alleviate the pain, nothing more.

Seeing you on your back, panties pushed to the side and breasts naked, he thinks it would be such a waste if he didn't at least get a little taste of you.

As long as it doesn't go in, it's still absolutely fine, no worries! He rubs the hot, red head of his cock between your labia and almost cums from the sensation. Your wetness makes it glide effortlessly, the head is large and tickles all the right spots between your legs. The crown of his cock already gatheres your wetness in thick strands.

It's so slick, he glides into by accident.

"Fuck" he mutters as he looks at the delicious sight of what he has just done. But it's just the tip. If it's not in all the way it can hardly be called sex, he assures himself.

The man is huge, his cock is, too. Just the tip is stretching your entrance wide as it glides in and out, just a bit.

"Feels so good..." Smoker moans, and loses control for just a split second. His hips jerk involuntary and his cock glides in all the way, hitting the end of your vagina.

"FUCK" He curses. But well, now it happened. He won't break the rules any more than he already has, might as well fuck you all night.

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[leakyweep]

Smoker x Afab!reader - Stress Relief - NSFW

A/N; I can’t stop thinking about this man railing me in his office so here... slides you this from under the table

Warnings: NSFW; MINORS DNI; afab reader, office sex, boss/assistant, degradation, creampie

Words; 0.6k

Being a Vice Admiral, Smoker needed a bit of help in the office. He had offered you the job after seeing your impressive skills you used to be Crocodile’s former accountant. Your organizational and time management skills were the best he’d seen; and he felt a sense of pride when he thought about how well his assistant performed. 

Not to mention how beautiful you were; and how he noticed those longing stares you would drag down his exposed abs, to his belt- darting back up to his pupils with an innocent look. Smoker had his fair share of glances at your curves, the way your legs looked in those form-fitting pencil skirts, the way your breasts complimented that button up and blazer you always donned.

Never in a million years did you think Smoker would act on his feelings, nor yourself with those butterflies that lived in your stomach when around him. However; it had been a long day. Much paperwork to do after the War of the Best, surprisingly. Tensions were high, and the sexual rigidity between you two had only grown with your stress. 

So here you were, legs wrapped around his strong abdomen, taking his thick cock with desperation as your drenched pussy filled the room with delicious squelching noises that only encouraged the man to pound into you deeper and harder. He cursed at the way your gushy walls choked his dick, making his head throb with need deep inside your core. The two cigars hanging from his lips looked as if they would snap under the bite of his teeth.

Your hands braced against the laminated wood of his desk, your button-up completely destroyed as Smoker gripped it; he pulled it apart as a splay of buttons fell to the floor to grab one of your perked nipples. A soft whimper left your mouth at the feeling of his digits squeezing your sensitive bud and the delicious stretch of his thick, veiny cock pumping in and out of your cunt, which was now pulsing around his length. 

“I’ve seen the way you look at me, you slut,” he whispered in your ear, leaning down to drop the weight of his chest against yours. “I bet you’ve dreamed of this cock fucking into you right here, on this desk. Don’‘t lie to me; have you been having dirty thoughts of your boss?” His voice was stark and commanding but also dripping in honey as his paced quickened, pounding into your dripping pussy with no mercy. The thick fingers of his free hand reached down between your sweaty bodies, placing two of them on your hardened pearl to push you over the edge.

“Mmhmm, needed you,” you whimpered. Smoker just let out a quiet yet menacing hum, relishing in the way you mewled at the feeling of his girthy length pistoning in and out of you. He picked you up from the desk, using his strength to bounce your weeping cunt on his pulsing dick. You could feel a guttural moan escape the back of your throat, almost as if it were a warning for your impending orgasm. Lewd smacks from your hips bouncing on his cock filled the office, and he knew anyone that walked by would know exactly what he and his sexy assistant were up to.

“Smo-Smoker-san!” You cried out, nodding as tears pricked your eyes at the intense orgasm that overtook your core, the pulsing and dragging of your walls against his cock making him groan. He threw his head back as thick spurts of his spend painted the inside muscles of your cunt, feeling deliciously warm inside even as he pulled out after letting his cum sit inside your pussy. 

He watched in disdain as his cum started to drip down your leg, and you jolted at the feeling of his fingers stuffing back inside your entrance. “Don’t waste any of this.” Your eyes rolled back at the slight overstimulation, your body jerking as shockwaves reverberated from your core. 

You both knew while this was the first time this had happened, it definitely wouldn’t be the last. 

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[honeyshiddendesire]

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Smoker x Female Reader - Love

Warnings: Vaginal penetration, praise kink, Strangers meeting in a bar, going back to your place, belly bulge, size kink/difference, mating press, overstimulation, mentions of pussy eating 

*totally got carried away lol but here you go @trxshpandax *

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Smoker watched you on the other side of the bar denying patron after patron that flirted with you and couldn’t help the smirk that started to paint his face. He wondered if you were high maintenance or just super picky, the idea of a challenge that didn’t involve pirates piqued his interest and quickly he found himself smoothly making his way over to you. Sitting beside you calmly without even glancing at you just to see if you’d look first, and being the wise older man he was he was right. Your eyes sneakily taking a peek only to widen as you shyly scanned his physique, face going darker and pupils blowing with obvious desire at the mystery man that sat beside you. 

“Need a drink, love?” Smoker asked, finally turning to look at you with a charming smirk, loving how you couldn’t even form a word and just cutely nodded. Bingo! After a couple drinks you became more open even accidentally spilling how you came to find some fun but no one caught your eye till he came along. It might not be known but Smoker did love pleasing pretty girls like you, so after downing his drink and slamming the glass he leaned toward your ear with a smirk. 

“Tell me love…want to get outta here so I can give you that fun you were looking for.” Smiling all pretty at him he took that as a yes and escorted you out. 

Quickly you made it back to your place and found yourself naked in a second, Smoker, you learned his name was had you taken care of like never before. Pussy slick from round after round of making you cum on his tongue and fingers alone all the while spilling sweet praises to you.

“Dammit love you taste so good, too bad those other guys in the bar couldn’t get their hands on ya.” Smoker grunted as he licked his lips of your essence, your chest rising and falling at a rapid rate as you stared at him with half lidded eyes. Your hands above you from gripping the sheets and he only grinned as he undid the belt of his pants, unzipping them and pulling out his cock that made you gasp. 

He was hung like a fucking horse, thick and veiny, with a length that made your mouth drool but brain panic. He already stretched you with three of his amazingly thick calloused fingers like no one's business but you still wondered if he would even fit. Smoker only worsened your panic as he stroked his cock and laid it on your stomach, the tip barely an inch below your belly button. “Oh don’t you worry love I’ll take it nice and slow for ya.” 

Slowly entering his fat tip causing you to gasp and hiss, nails clawing at his shoulders as he held your legs back and open for him. “Take a breath for me love and just relax. I’ll have you feeling good in no time princess, just you wait.” Smoker’s deep groan made you shiver and unintentionally tighten around him, “Oh fuck love. Careful squeezing me so tight or I won’t take it easy on you.” 

With every slow inch that he pushed inside of you your mind went numb and quickly you found yourself begging for more, “Please! Please Smoker, I can take it!”  Smoker only raised a brow at your begging but he lived to serve, he was a marine after all. So sliding into your cunt with a forceful thrust that knocked the wind out of you he couldn’t help but curse, “Fuck ~ that’s it love. Knew just by looking at you that you could take some dick.” Shaking your head in agreement you only clawed at his broad shoulders more as you felt him deep in your stomach, something no one else has managed to do for you. 

Giving a loud whistle Smoker couldn’t help himself as he placed one of your legs on his shoulder so he could push down on the bulge in your tummy. “Would you look at the love~so far inside ya your stomachs poking out. Damn that’s a good look on you girl.” He couldn’t take waiting after seeing something like that and found his hips moving like they had a mind of their own. Pulling all the way out till your stomach dropped only to slam back in filling you all the way up with a raspy moan leaving him. “Ah fuck love that’s it.” 

“AH! Yesyesyes! Fuck that feels so~ goood~!” Your screams were loud and high pitched making his ego grow by each thrust he gave you.

His cock stretching you so full you found yourself gushing the fastest you ever have, arms falling above your head and he only smirked at the way you gripped the sheets. Each powerful thrust making your tits bounce and he leaned down practically bending you in half so his greedy mouth could lick and swirl around your sensitive nipple. A moan leaves him as he pushes your legs further back to make room for his wide shoulders, mouth never removing from your breast. Licking and sucking marks to remember him bye. 

“O~oh fuck yes! S-Smoker!” You whined as he nipped at your nipple, sucking at your skin till he reached your neck. “What’s up love? You gonna soak my cock again. Such a good pussy taking me all the way. You’re doing so good for me ya know that?” His words made you shiver but a gasp left you as you felt him sneak a hand to your aching clit, whimpers of his name leaving your drool glistened lips. “Go ahead, love I know you want. Get my cock all nice and wet love so I can keep on fucking you till you pass out.”

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[javanleopard]

(Y/N)'s breathing was ragged as she rushed down the crowded streets of Logue Town. Her feet hit the ground with many audible 'slaps,' though they were drowned out by the intense, bombarding noises of the clamoring behind her. Only a few yards away from her, at her back, approximately (from what she had surmised after running for so long) thirty pairs of shoes struck the ground with harsh, terrifying 'booms' and 'clacks' in near-unison. 

She cursed herself for her earlier mishaps silently before she made an effort to look behind her for a brief moment in order to gauge the distance between the two parties. 

Who were the parties in question? Well... it just so happened that it was (Y/N), herself, and the Marines.

Yeah. 

The Marines, a small portion of the World Government's battalion stationed on Polestar Island, specifically in Logue Town, were chasing lil' ol' (Y/N). 

A harsh sigh ripped through her nostrils as she continued to run ahead of the men behind her. Their shouts and calls for her to stop were in vain, a mere waste of energy, for she was not planning on giving in to their demands any time soon.

(Y/N) was a free woman and she'd make sure it stayed that way for the rest of her life. 

She was, however, prompted to smile when she heard the encouraging calls of her 'neighbors' to her left, right, forward, and behind. The calls of her friends rang out like jolly bells on Christmas day-- they were cheering her on! 

(Y/N) was no criminal. Only, she was a... vigilante of sorts. Renowned for her dislike of the Marines (need a reminder that it's the entire World Government she hates? Right...), she is both hated and loved. She does good, of course, but she also does bad.

What could she have done that was so bad?

Her train of thought was cut short when a sword whizzed by her head, striking a barrel of fine wine far-off from where she was currently placed. 

They were really trying to kill her! 

Before the Marines could stop to congratulate the thrower, (Y/N) ducked down under a vendor's intricate little tapestries and shielded herself from prying eyes. She was now hidden behind many fine artworks that had been tailored to perfection. 

The girl hummed, interested in the many pieces that were presented to her prying eyes, before she tore herself from her thoughts once more and fled the area. 

The incredibly convenient thing about Logue Town was that it had so many allies, twists, and turns that it was difficult to not get lost! (Y/N) couldn't say she was particularly familiar with the area, only knowing certain landmarks like that one scaffolding piece that pirates and/ or criminals are usually executed from, but she did know how to get lost pretty well. 

In fact, that's what she just did! In her haste, she had entered an alleyway by the vendor's booth and took far too many turns to count. She recalled going down some stairs, scaling a fence, and ducking under some caution tape, but that was about it. 

Now, (Y/N) stood on the other side of town, clearly in her element. 

Ah. 

Silence.

She had completely lost the Marines that had been on her tail! 

When running away from people, it's best to not think about where you're going. If you do, you'll make conscious decisions that can be presumed by others. If you have no idea what you're doing, they can't anticipate your next move. In the short time that (Y/N) had had a mother by her side, she had always told the young girl, "It's hard to win an argument against educated people, sure, but it's even harder to win an argument with uneducated people."

Wasn't that just the truth? 

Suddenly, the silence in the small, empty square of the town was broken by a peal of bubbling laughter that had erupted from her throat. 

"Hah! Hah-hahaha!" She called out, placing firm hands on her belly. She keeled over, eyes shut tightly as tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. 

She calmed herself in a moment or so, able to collect her bearings after having released her joy. 

"Man!" The girl shook her head, releasing the hold she had on her stomach, and, instead, raised her right hand to wipe at the few tears that had snuck down her cheeks. "Those Marines never learn." 

A smirk drew across her face as she dusted off the garments she donned. Due to having men on her tail at all times, she had long since scrapped the idea of living in a set-in-stone home; this means that she also didn't change very often... unfortunately. Around town, she'd be seen wearing one outfit that she had (regrettably) stolen in the past. It had fit her for years no matter the amount of growth she had gone through. 

(Y/N) couldn't be described as little or big, wide or thin, tall or short-- she was just herself. The outfit she had decided on long ago was basically a part of her in its entirety. Sure, it fit more tightly than it had in the past, but it still looked good! 

Blemished, but good... trust, it does. 

She shook her head, ruffling her hair gently with her left hand, before she took a short step forward, keen on finding a place to sleep for the evening. She was surprised, however, when she felt a stinging in her left foot. 

"Agh-- what the hell?" She murmured to herself, eyes narrowed to slits as she made an effort to get a look at whatever this pesky wound on the sole of her foot was. It ached and stung relentlessly even when she lifted it off of the ground.

Now, (Y/N) was in a rather awkward position-- she tilted her head to the left in order to have a good view, but she was also hopping on one foot with her back slightly bent in the opposite direction with her left leg bent upward, foot baring itself to her prying eyes. 

Yep. There it was-- the small wound. Looks like, in her little running session earlier with the Marines, she had sliced the sole of her foot down to the ball. 

"Man!" She grunted, rolling her eyes as she dropped the appendage to the ground once more. She straightened her back and looked forward before running a hand through her hair roughly. "Eughh!" She groaned, squeezing her eyes shut. 

Wounds weren't a good look on... well, 'street cats' like herself. It was expensive to treat in both time and money. 

Both of which (Y/N) didn't have. 

She could always request a place to stay from a friend (she had a lot of those in Logue Town, surprisingly, despite her being somewhat of an outlaw), but it was dangerous for them and she'd never want to put people she loves in such compromising situations. No. She wouldn't, couldn't, shouldn't. 

She stomped off to a corner in the Square, making a conscious effort to apply extra pressure to her fresh wound out of spite, before settling down on a thin bench that had been placed there in the past. It was old, but it was comfortable and sturdy. 

She plopped down like a sack of potatoes, immediately sprawling out across its width. The low ambiance of Logue Town didn't seem to reach this area, for no vendors were out and about in this part of town. Despite having lived here for so long, she still hadn't reached every corner of this island. 

"I gotta work on that." She mumbled to herself slowly, eyes half-lidded as fatigue began to creep up onto her still-upright form. "But I also gotta get some sleep." Her eyes flickered upward, now peering up at the sky. Pink and purple hues mixed with oranges and yellows. Dusk. 

She yawned widely, shrugging off any further intentions to garner food or water before 'bed.' She didn't need it today-- she'd be all right. 

Gently, she shifted to the right and laid herself across the bench. Her arms were folded behind her head, acting as a pillow, though they were contorted in a way that allowed for proper circulation. She looked awkward with her knees hiked up and eyes tightly shut with a 'go-the-fuck-away- frown’ on her face, but it was how she always lived. 

She didn't usually get bit by any bugs, thankfully. Her natural repellant was quite handy on some days. 

The girl drifted off to sleep rather soundly, not getting interrupted by any miscellaneous creatures of the night or annoying, pesky kids that liked to seek her form out and tattletale to the Marines. 

Later, she awoke. Still, night prevailed; the stars twinkled above beautifully, shimmering on the reflection in her glassy eyes. 

(Y/N) didn't need much sleep because of her 'condition' that shoved her sleep schedule towards being more crepuscular than a daylight-oriented devil. 

Quickly, she set off into the night. Her bare feet, injured and dusty, slapped against the cold stone ground loudly as she meandered through the streets. After too many turns and ups-downs and turnarounds, she reached her original place of being: the main street! 

Just yesterday, she had been, as mentioned earlier, 'told on' by some slimy little kids that had found her lying in a corner on some unnamed street in Logue Town to the Marines. That led to her being chased from morning to near-dusk! It was certain that she had worked up quite the appetite in the commotion. It was a miracle that she could run for so long. 

"I know those damn bastards don't." She spat, rolling her eyes obviously as she continued to stalk the main street. At some point in her little escapade, her footsteps had quieted. She was hunched over, arms half-outstretched as if she were going to grab something. 

"I see those Seamen taking breaks on the sidelines while their stupid ass replacements jump into the fray in their place. So lame." She continued to complain to everyone and no one, speaking to herself but to the whole world at the same time. She was talking just to talk, but she wanted someone to listen despite that. 

(Y/N) was a difficult girl. Or, if simplified, she's just a girl. A catty girl. A spiteful girl. A-- you get the point. 

Suddenly, she halted. She raised her torso and stuck her nose into the air, angled just slightly to the right. Now, she wasn't hunched over-- she was stretching upward. She smelt something rather delectable.

"Oh, this is gonna be good." She squealed lowly, eyes narrowing as she changed her direction, now heading toward a vendor's booth on the right of the unlit street. The scent permeated throughout the area so it was difficult to pinpoint the booth specifically, but after a minute or so of sticking her nose up against the closed shops ('closed' meaning they were covered by a single thick cloth), she had located it. 

"Damn right, this is gonna be good." She purred to herself, raising a quaint brow as she swiped her right hand out in front of her, striking the booth's detestable cloth that shielded the prize from her eyes. 

Yheaup! It was good. All she saw was meat-to-meat, lining walls and short tables! Chicken, turkey, lamb, beef, crustaceans, all of it! This guy knew his stuff, apparently. 

So sad that she was gonna steal some of it, though. 

(Y/N) suddenly tossed her torso backward, her head nearly striking the stone ground beneath her. "Oh! I simply couldn't-- possibly could not!" She wailed loudly and obviously, shaking her head vigorously from left to right as she denied her tempted thoughts. "I couuuldn't take this.. this... delectable goodness!" She drawled, clenching her eyes shut tightly. She balled her fists in front of her chest, gripping her top. 

Without a moment's notice, though, after her little display, she righted her stance and snagged a fat hunk of meat that she didn't bother to identify. It was the closest, so it was gonna get in her belly the quickest.

She fled the scene with great vigor, planting her shoeless feet (injured and all) on the cobblestone ground as she rushed off to find a place to devour the meal. She always did this. Stealing, of course, but more importantly: the damn show. She always had to put on an act as if she couldn't... but she has to! She can't... but she must! She-- she took it. Yeah, it always ends with her taking it anyway with little-to-no remorse. 

She wasn't all evil. She only took from booths she knew did well in Logue Town's ever-fluctuating economy. Because that booth had so much meat, she knew that they could afford a fifty-berry loss without a single shed tear. A grumble and a pout, yeah, but no counting individual shillings just to make ends meet. 

After quite a bit of running (she always ran, she always hid; it was basically her thing at this point), she had reached the docks where boats were tied up and prettied to perfection.

"Hey, girls!" She called cheerily, still gripping the hunk of meat with two hands. A bright smile stretched across her face when she noticed the many boats that were lined up still looked clean and tidy despite their having been stationed in the ocean for weeks on end. "You guys look great." She praised, winking at the inanimate objects as she slid into a seated position on the dock, legs hanging off of it comfortably. 

She loved boats and she loved the idea of sailing. She just wasn't very good at it. So, this was her next-best alternative: hanging out with them in the early morning. She loved the ocean, it was just unfortunate it hated her in return.

She never expected an answer when she spoke aloud to the world. She wasn't delusional-- boats couldn't talk. But she was surprised to hear a squeaky sound from her leftmost direction.

"Why, thank you!" It seemed to sing. It wasn't good singing. It was bad singing, really bad, in fact. Scratchy and forced. Almost like...

She was ripped from her thoughts when heavy footsteps (clearly long strides, she could tell even without seeing it) rang out nearby. A man's footsteps. 

A grimace quickly replaced her joyful expression when she made this conclusion. Her head swiveled to the left, giving her a good view of--

Of legs. It was just legs. 

Her brows furrowed and her grimace worsened. A tall guy, huh? She looked up, tilting her head back. In her seated position, she wasn't even up to this dude's knees! 

(Y/N)'s grimace morphed into something akin to a stupor when she got a good look at this guy. Hauntingly gaunt and pale, he looked hideous! Not to mention that nasty yellow-toothed smile he had on his hollow face. 

"Eugh." She grunted, reeling her head back in disgust. 

Wrong move, it seemed. 

He immediately got the hint, but not in the best of manners. His 'bright' yellow smile was ripped off of his face and replaced with pure, unadulterated rage. "You bitch! Calling me ugly, huh?” He bellowed, left eye twitching as if she had thrown sand in it. 

Clearly, she thought to herself, this guy seemed to get these reactions a lot. It was like he was used to the disgust. He anticipated it. Like, he just reacted so quickly! Did he want her to mess up so he had something to--

(Y/N)'s thought process was cut short when his boney knee drew back before striking her firmly in the face, knocking her over. She wasn't quite close enough to the edge of the dock that she was tossed into the water, but it was a tad too close for her liking. 

Now, her pretty face was marred by the impact. It'd leave a harsh, green-blue bruise for sure in a day or so. A pout rested on her face as she thought of the possibility, but she rightened her mood when she heard his raspy chuckles from above. 

"What's so funny about anything other than your face right now?" (Y/N) sneered, planting her hands behind her lower back in order to keep her torso upright. The right of her hip was basically hanging off of the dock at this point, leaving her in a rather compromising position. 

His chuckles halted completely when she said that. 

Whoops. 

He let out a disgruntled noise before he shifted and leaned down. His actions seemed rather sweet, actually-- it looked as if he were going to stroke her head lovingly and give her a tender kiss on the forefront of her face. 

But... you know, that is not what happened!

Her delusions were snuffed completely when his long, wiry fingers grabbed a handful of her hair. He balled his fist harshly, gripping her head as if she was about to fall from his grasp. She couldn't do much here other than lean forward and hope his grip would loosen. 

"Yeuh-hack!" She winced, allowing a dribble of spit to escape the confines of her mouth when his free hand struck her left cheek. 

She winced, mouth half-open as she let out long, whispy breaths. This guy was such a nuisance. Distantly, she thought of the meal she had yet to eat. It lay on the dirty dock beside her, dormant and... regrettably, uneaten. 

"Is this funny to you, huh? Bitch?" The man growled from overtop of her hunched-yet-leaned-back form. She was... how did she always end up in strange positions like this? Must be a feline thing. They were quite slinky-like animals. 

"I'm not a bitch!" She hissed, looking up at his thin features with half-lidded eyes. "I'm a molly." (Y/N) slurred through her throbbing cheek and stinging scalp. 

"What the hell does that even mean?" The man asked, rolling his bulbous eyes that hardly fit in their sockets. He didn't bother to ask any more questions as he dug his sharp fingernails (dirty, too, she assumed dully) into her scalp. A few more slaps sounded out over the crashing of waves on land before she heard another pair of boots stomp closer to the pair. 

(Y/N) was getting beat to all hell here and she didn't have any more than nine lives to live it out with, so she hoped this new guy would do her quite the favor and get this stick bug off of her. 

She couldn't plead for help, however; she was too prideful for that. Besides, it’s not like she actually needed it.

Well, that was going to be the answer if she could speak! Damn, her face hurt. She felt numb from the neck up at this point. Stick Man was really being harsh! All she did was insult his looks, which did not warrant a beating of her lifetime. 

Granted, he was probably intending to rape her from the beginning or something along those lines, but she never would have allowed that to happen. She was a very capable girl, she just hadn’t decided whether this weirdo was worth the energy of shutting down.

With the lanky guy hunched over her like she was, still planting his palm on her face whenever he felt like it and keeping his other hand balled in her hair, they probably looked like quite the strange drunk, sadist-masochist pair. 

"Ew." She spat, shutting her eyes tightly. She did not want to think about that! Gross! 

The newcomer seemed to halt, for she didn't hear his steps any longer. The Stick Man continued to abuse her relentlessly, clearly unaware of the new arrival just... 

Oh, word? He was right there. The new guy. 

He was lighting a bud that looked an awful lot like those wretched joints she smelt along the streets of Logue Town. 

"Oye!" She called out, disgruntled. Her eyes had opened sometime earlier in her inward musings. "Could you give a girl a hand?" She squeaked when the Stick Man's hand struck her again. Now that she got a good look at his long head and thin, hollowed face, he did have quite the flush on his fair skin. Fair? Sorry, more like ashen. Ashen skin. He was totally baked. 

When her eyes flickered away from her attacker's confused, flushed face, she noticed how the newcomer (the guy she had called out to for help) was rather tall and... stocky. She could only see the faint glow of his joint's lit tip near his lips. Other than that, he was just a silhouette to her. 

"You two aren't fucking on the docks, then?" He droned, seemingly tilting his head back. 

"N--" (Y/N) was about to deny the accusation weekly, but she was cut off by her assailant. 

"What's it to you?" He sneered, releasing (Y/N) from his hold. She allowed her form to drop to the dock's moist surface, reveling in how perfect its temperature was. She pressed her injured cheeks into the moist wood one by one before she felt relatively okay, now rubbing the abused portions of her face with her clammy hands. 

"Ugh." She murmured something incoherent to herself, a wince still seemingly permanent on her features. She reached out her right hand that had been firmly planted on the dock's ground after her little pampering session and grabbed at the hunk of meat she had planned on eating just a few minutes before the attack. 

Her eyes flicked to the right as she side-eyed the commotion just a foot-or-so away from her lain form. The lanky man who had struck her was now blabbering on and on to this man who was, from what she could tell, the complete opposite of the pale dude in terms of build... and, from what it seemed, personality. 

"Shut the fuck up." He snarled, balling his free hand into a fist. "Did you hit her without her consent?" 

Why did he have to add the 'without her consent' to that sentence? What, was she gonna yell to this weirdo-ass man, "Oh, please, strike me down and toss me into the ocean?" Hell no. 

Well, she was in no place to judge-- he was probably just insinuating that he had found peope who... liked that before in public places. Poor dude. 

Or, on the other hand, he liked that himself! Wouldn't that be a riot.

She hummed, blinking slowly as she pulled her front up off of the dock, now sat just as she was before this whole seen. Her hip was no longer dangling off of the side in danger of slipping in, only her legs cast above the water. "He did." She called out, waving the men off as she inspected the meal on her lap. "He hit me so many times!" She changed her tone, now sounding desperate and afraid. It was an act, yeah, but she had to make this stranger want to help her. 

Hah. 

Clearly, it worked, because he let out an angry-sounding noise from the very depths of his chest before he lunged at the stick bug and planted his free fist into his hollow cheek. 

When the tall attacker struck the dock and looked up angrily at his foe, he seemed to don a shocked expression before he shrieked and scampered off without another word. 

She only caught snippets of this, though, because she had readily dug into the meal in her hands. Her focus was on the meat, not the men at her left who had been feuding moments before. Her cheek was swollen quite badly from all of the abuse, but she hadn't loosened any teeth, thankfully. Not that she expected them to come loose-- she had the strong locked jaw of a leopard, after all. 

In the time it took for her attacker to disappear onto the marked streets of Logue Town after being struck down by the new guy, she had finished her hunk of meat. She had worked up quite an appetite, yet she was rid of it in just a few seconds.

A lousy burp exitted her mouth as she turned her head to the side, keen on getting a look at her savior. "Than--" She was about to thank him for his help, but she was rather shocked to see him already facing away from her. He wasn't giving her pitying looks or murmuring sweet-nothings in her ear in order to quell her 'fear' of what had just occurred. He was smoking his joint while looking across the starry sky over the ocean!

She raised a short brow before a small fit of giggles bloomed inside of her belly. She hoped to shun them by shutting her mouth and placing a hand over her lower face, but it didn't seem to help as her cheeks flushed and she couldn't help but lean back. Her hands planted behind her and she kicked her feet excitedly. 

She didn't even know why she was laughing. Really, she didn't, but it was nice. Nice to laugh like this. Even if he wasn't joining her.

She choked, however, when she heard a simple snuff to her left. She could have passed it off as the man blowing a puff of smoke in order to lessen the strain on his lungs caused by the joint in his hand, but it was pretty clear to her that it had been more of a short-lived chuckle than anything else.

"Thanks." She murmured bashfully, turning her head to her left entirely as she looked up at his standing form. Still, she couldn't see his face. "You really helped me back there." (Y/N) could've beaten that guy a thousand times over before she ever needed help, she just hadn't wanted to do it on an empty stomach so obviously in the middle of the docks. So... well, 'knight in shining armor' to her rescue! 

Or, in this case, 'knight in way-too-short jacket' to the rescue? At least, that's what it looked like to her in the dead of night. 

This time, he shot a plume of smoke from his lips. "No problem." He muttered in return, shaking his head. His voice was deep and rather soothing to her keen ears. Despite it being so low, she could hear it over the rushing waves beneath them. 

"You're my hero." She continued, awaiting a new, more exciting response from the man. 

He merely grunted, turning his head away from her. She raised a brow and frowned in response, clearly put-off. Was this guy not falling for her childlike-charms? She was making an effort here. Why wasn't he snared? Most men would grovel before a softly-speaking, injured girl who looked as good as her. To be fair, he couldn't get quite a good look at her because it was so dark, but still.

"Come on, now, don't be that way." She cooed, pulling her legs up onto the dock. She shifted away from the edge, wary of the closeness and vulnerability, before she pulled herself to her feet. 

No matter how tall she was, she didn't look quite so impressive in comparison to this tall-man shadow. 

"Don't you want a little reward?" She purred, batting her eyelashes. It didn't matter what she did when the movement was so small and unnoticeable. Due to the night's casted shadows, he couldn't catch the little things like a short smile or even a deep frown. It was the same for (Y/N), though; she couldn't see his little reactions, either. 

If she could, she would've been angry because of the detestable frown on the man's face. He heard these types of questions a lot, it seemed. 

"You should tell me your name at the very least." She pressed onward, head tilt as she peered over at his sideways form. 

The man seemed to flinch and tilt his head back, surprised. It was as if he hadn't expected her to not know who he was. 

"You don't know my name?" He asked, finally turning toward her. 

She pursed her lips, confused. "No?" She responded, leaning forward in order to try and get a better look at him. She noticed how he backed away a step or-so. It made her question his motives, but she didn't comment on it.

"I see." He grumbled, seemingly pondering something. "Then I think I know a way for you to repay me for my efforts." The man uttered the words as if they were web coming out of a spinning spider's abdomen; it was gentle and even a tad sultry. 

"Oh?" She prompted him further, now slowly pressing her hands into her sides and sliding them down her clothed form. "And that is?" 

His breath seemed to hitch as he watched her slow, silhouetted movements. Even in the dead of night, hidden beneath shadows, he could tell that this woman was attractive. In both voice and figure, she seemed delectable. "You coming back to my place." He seemed to falter at the end, as if regretting his words. 

She narrowed her eyes, hoping to get a better look at him before she agreed. However, she couldn't, so she brushed it off and murmured something lowly to herself. She'd do it, yeah, but why did it seem like he was nervous? He looked like a big man in stature alone, not to mention his voice that carried demand and confidence. What did he have to be so clammy about?

She shrugged the thought off, clearly just wanting a piece of him. She had eaten her meal already, but she didn't mind a bit of dessert. 

"Come on, then. Show me the way." She stated impatiently, shaking her head in order to brush the hair out of her face. Sure, she was wounded, but what was a little pain in bed? 

She reached out for the man, grabbing his free arm and hooking herself onto it. He led her away from the docks, puffing on his stick of foul-smelling weed. At some point during their silent walk, he had tossed the burning bud aside as anticipation bubbled in his stomach. The joint had nearly been finished, but it had had a few more puffs in it. He usually didn't waste things, but ecstasy wasn't something he'd be short on tonight, so he didn't bother with it. 

Smoker didn't get many opportunities to fuck an unfamiliar face, after all. He needed to savor it all he could tonight before early-morning light struck and revealed his identity to this shadow-masked incubus.

First Person P.O.V.

I felt my heartbeat quicken as I neared the steps that would lead up to this mystery man's apartment building. Logue Town was made up of a bunch of stacked, little houses so it made sense that this guy lived in one, too. Though, I was surprised to find that, as I took the first steps onto the property hand-in-hand with this man, it looked like a temporary-home living.

"Do you move a lot?" I asked lowly as my eyes traced over his silhouetted, well-built form. Still, I had yet to see his face or any striking features. It was a bummer, but it forced butterflies into my belly. Having sex with a 'masked' man seemed so forbidden that it made her want it all the more.

"I haven't in a few months, but I do move around the seas quite a bit." He grumbled, reaching into his pocket with his free hand. "Job." He added on quickly as if trying to change the subject

I listened as he fumbled with the-- strangely enough-- many keys in his pocket. What did a guy like this, who lived in a temporary home, need so many keys for?

"Ohh-hoh. All right, Seaman." I teased, halting when his feet planted before a particular door. Looks like his room was on the bottom floor; no need to go up the flight of stairs I had unconsciously named the bane of my night. Great! "I love the ocean. I just wished it liked me back, you know?" I muttered weakly, still feeling rather down. You could say that getting beat up on a dock in the middle of the night was kind of a bummer. The man seemed to peek at me with a slight tilt of the head as he pressed a particular key into the keyhole of the shoddy door.

He took in a short, half-assed breath as he struggled to find words to console me. It was as if he immediately sensed my mood dropping. He seemed to contemplate something for quite a few moments before he finally decided that, yes, he could say whatever it was that he wanted to say without 'compromising' his identity. "I never said the ocean liked me, either." He chuckled weakly as he furrowed his brows and finally turned the key in its hole, unlocking the door. It was a near-fake consolation, but, hey, I'd take it just like I was about to take him. Besides, I shouldn't have said something like that— it was such a mood-killer.

I blinked slowly, still rooted in place when he tried to walk away and into the house. His arm slipped out of mine and I was left standing in the doorway looking rather confused. Inside of the home, no lights had been turned on. Clearly, I noted to myself silently, this guy wanted this to be a masquerade party, too.

I didn't know why I was so caught off-guard by his words, though. The ones regarding the ocean. This guy couldn't possibly be implying the same thing that I was. It was just such a far-fetched idea here in Logue Town that I had never even thought of the possibility of someone else having my very same predicament.

I shrugged it off, deciding that, yes, it was too far-fetched and that he was probably just hinting at the fact that he couldn't swim very well. A very devilish joke if I do say so myself!

After my minute of staring into the darkness that was his home, I stepped in. The apartment seemed cozy, but if I was being real, I couldn't make out any specific details. No lights, no windows. It was a middle-ground apartment meaning that there were other homes on both the right, left, and behind. Also above, but that doesn't exactly matter.

No words were exchanged when he slipped into the home behind me and shut the door, leaving only our breaths to fill the silence. Once the door clicked shut, I shifted on my feet, now facing the exit. More importantly, I was facing him.

He pressed his back against the door and laid a hand to rest on his forehead before running it through his silky hair. If I could see him, I probably would have asked for his consent because he looked so out of it. But, I couldn't, so I got straight to work.

I took a long step forward and planted my feet on either side of his body while simultaneously pressing my hands on the door beside his torso. He was 'trapped' under me, one could say. He could get out at any time, for sure, but I knew he wouldn't.

No one ever did, after all.

The mood had gone from dreary and low to sultry and suggestive. Still caging his form against the door, I leaned my torso forward and pressed my bust against his chest slowly. I felt his form tighten from what I could guess to be uncomfortability. He... was still not super into it, it seemed.

Now, I could tell he was having doubts. His muscles weren't loose or lax like they should be when foreplay was in motion. He was too rigid. Too stiff.

A frown crept up onto my face. Quickly, I retreated from my position overtop of his heavy-breathing form without a word. I continued to step around the apartment, noting that I couldn't quite hear the intense breathing coming from my partner anymore. "You all right?" I mumbled loud enough for him to hear as I finally felt for a couch and settled on its leftmost seat. "Don't get the wrong idea. I want this, it just seemed like you didn't."

The man's breath hitched and he gulped, raising his chin as he pressed the back of his head into the wooden door. "Did it?" He muttered in return, voice nearly hissing at me. "Sorry." It was a half-hearted apology, obviously, because he immediately made headway in approaching me. He now stood over the couch, towering over my lousy form. "I do want this. I've just got some things on my mind." He continued to defend his previous actions as he leaned over me, one hand lying on the couch's soft cushion. The other hand, strangely enough, was tenderly holding my chin up.

It was now my turn for my breath to hitch. "Is that so?" I chuckled weakly, feeling my stomach tie itself into knots. This guy's hands were calloused but so comfortable. It was as if he could protect me from anything in this moment.

He didn't answer my inquiry as he delved his head lower, now pressing his lips against mine benevolently. I could give a hundred reasons as to why I described our first kiss that way, but this was the one that reached the forefront of my mind the quickest: I needed that contact.

I melted into his hand like putty, allowing him to slide onto the couch beside me. The hand that had been holding his body up on the couch was now cupping his desired breast and kneading it like dough. We were still kissing, I reveled inwardly. My eyes were half-lidded as I made an attempt at getting a look at the face of this guy nearly overtop of me, but it was in vain, for when he bit down on my lower lip, demanding entrance into my soft, cavernous mouth, my eyes shut tightly. A small mewl escaped my mouth when I parted my lips for the man and his tongue slid inside of my oral cavity. I writhed briefly underneath him when he pressed his body further into mine, hand gripping my chest more tightly. His other hand, though, was still stroking my cheek lovingly, as if we were real partners and not quick-fucks.

His tongue left a smokey, ash-like taste in my mouth. I hated it, actually. I didn't like it. He tasted bad to me. It was detestable, but I allowed it because he felt so good. This man was never someone I would go after another time in my life, but at this moment, in my childish desires for release and company-- no, in my ignorance-- he was what I wanted.

My thoughts were interrupted by a soft groan that reverberated into my mouth deliciously. I felt the hum of his efforts to quiet down in my very core.

I didn't say anything because I knew exactly what he needed at that moment. With my two free hands, I gripped his waist gently and tugged him closer. I hadn't realized it, but I was now pressing myself into the armrest of the couch with my legs sprawled out across it whilst he had one leg on either side of me. He was leaning over, still kissing me with great fervor, but my mind was thinking lower than our mouths.

The hands that rested on his waist trailed down his well-built form. Even when I reached his pants, I grew excited. I felt for the buckle on their front and fumbled with it sloppily, intent on getting that thick pair of pants off of this guy.

Was it hot in here or was it just me?

I didn't get hot a lot, not even during sex. That whole, "warmth bubbled in my chest," thing didn't exactly happen to me. It was a part of my little quirks, but tonight was different.

I liked it.

The man overtop of me clearly had other ideas aside from my wanting-his-dick because when my fingers got close to undoing his belt buckle, he bit down more deeply on my bottom lip and hissed out a grumble. Immediately, my hands slid back up his half-dressed form (I had realized halfway through this that the jacket he wore hadn't been buttoned up the entire time, leaving his milky skin vulnerable to my touch) respectfully.

"Too fast?" I tugged my head away, panting rather harshly. He had stolen my breath in the minute-or-so that we had been locked together by mouthes. My face was flushed beautifully and my mouth was slightly parted as I continued to huff and puff for a clear bout of air.

"Mm-hmm." He droned, ducking his head down. He neared my neck quickly, taking a deep breath before pressing his soft lips onto my exposed skin. My legs shifted, now intertwined. I made attempts at pressing my thighs together in order to help with my growing anticipation, but the hand that had been stroking my face so gently was now holding my left leg down, away from my right. A distressed noise escaped me and I tightened my grip on his hips.

He sucked greedily on my tender-skinned neck, leaving purple blotches and blemishes as if they were lovely, flowering leopard spots. Soft groans did leave his mouth every once in a while when my right knee hiked up and pressed against the bulge in his pants, but it was unfortunate that he merely shifted around whenever that happened. He liked to take things slow, apparently.

He lifted his head from my neck, unable to admire the many spots he left decorating my skin. It was too dark. He was almost angry, but then he remembered that he could only do this in good conscience when it was under the shadows' blankets.

The hand cupping my breast finally relinquished its hold, allowing the tender bust to bounce pleasantly into its resting position on my chest. It throbbed softly, showcasing just how much he had been toying with it.

"Are you ready?" He chuckled deeply, adjusting his position in a way that forced his knee overtop of my sprawled-out left leg, holding it down. Now, he had two free hands to work with here.

A pleasurable grunt left his mouth as he slid his thick jacket off of his already-sweating form. His skin was slick and, if there had been light to reveal him to me, I would have realized that his fair skin was glistening.

To my displeasure, he kept his pants on.

"I am." I pleaded, opening my eyes after their many minutes of having been closed. "I am, I so am." I continued, releasing my hold on his waist to instead grip the couch's cushions. I sounded pathetic, but he seemed to like it. I was genuinely enjoying this, after all. It wasn't often that I felt unbearably hot like this!

With my words of encouragement and affirmation, he dropped his hands to my top and gently began to remove the garment in the way he saw fit. It slid easily off of my form when I lifted my torso and raised my arms. He unclipped my bra and slid it, too, off of me. He wasn't a ripper, I noted. Thank goodness, I wouldn't be able to walk out of this place if he had been!

He lifted the knee that pressed against my trapped leg before he took both of his arms and slid them under my thighs. He lifted my bottom half up and proceeded to slide it into the hold of a single arm as he used his other hand to slide my bottom garment off.

I felt cold air immediately hit my burning pussy and I winced, beginning to squirm underneath him despite his arm holding me up.

I was surprised when he seemed to lean closer, however. His nose touched the tip of my heat and I felt addled. I didn't make a noise, my breath only caught in my throat. I heard him take in a deep breath-- similarly to how he had when he neared my neck-- before he began to press his tongue onto my pussy.

My eyes widened and my hands fumbled with nothing but air for a second before I caught my bearings and thrust them down onto his head. Palming his skull with both hands, I held him in place as I got a grip of myself.

"Wh- What are you doing?" I chuckled as a wobbly smile began to spread across my face. I asked the question despite knowing what answer was going to be returned.

"Pleasuring us." He responded, returning his tongue to his mouth as he was stopped by me. "Is that a problem?" His voice seemed to have an uncharacteristic hint of teasing and I grew anxious.

"It's no problem at all, Mystery Man." I breathed, head nearly spinning as I awaited what was to come. I relinquished my hold on his head, allowing my hands to drop down to the couch's bottom cushions. I felt him hover his face overtop of my now-heated nether regions, at a complete standstill.

He said nothing. Only, he stared forward. He still couldn't see anything and it was a tad frustrating, but he'd feel relieved soon and that was for certain. After his moment of contemplation, he dropped his head back down onto my pussy's throbbing muscles.

His mouth planted firmly on the warmth, not stopping to say a word of greeting. No tongue, no kiss-- he just began to suck. It truly felt like a slap in the face.

I squealed in both shock and delight as the contact was made. My free hands gripped the divots on the couch, allowing me some opportunity to release the tension that was spreading throughout my body.

As he tormented me by continuing to purse his lips into my pussy, I simply squirmed beneath him. At some point in my euphoric state, I had tossed my bare legs over his shoulders, allowing for proper positioning.

He had decided that it proved to be a perfect opportunity to hike me up further onto his torso and press my bare ass against his chest whilst he forced my shoulder blades into the couch's soft cushion, as if it was a better idea than simply allowing me to lie against the couch and rest while the joyous actions were administered.

And, well, he had decided right because this was amazing!

His jaw locked onto my throbbing heat effortlessly, as if he had done it a hundred times before and as a profession in-and-of itself! Finally, the long-awaited tongue began to slither its way out of his skilled mouth. It swiped across my heat, sending shivers down my spine despite the sweat that coated my skin.

He worked masterfully down below, adjusting my position in his arms every few minutes as he stormed to get me to release.

Suddenly, as he shifted my body to one side and held it up with a single arm, I felt a thick finger press into the little bundle of nerves that held immense pleasure buried within itself. My back arched when the force was applied, sending shocks down my spine.

My mouth opened in a silent scream and my eyes rolled upward when he began to rub at my sensitive bud and suck simultaneously. This was an experience I had never had before and it was sending me over the edge! I was folding for this random man on this random couch in this random home, dear Lord! I didn't currently follow any religion, but I might just have to make this guy my messiah!

I sputtered and made an effort to collect myself enough in order to speak when he said something out of the blue. "Let me hear you." He growled into me, sending a humming sensation into my sensitive organ. My mind buzzed, clearly taken aback by his thick, guttural voice.

Right after the words registered to me, my entire body relaxed for a moment despite my twitching legs and near-overstimulation. As he requested, I let out a long-drawn moan, soft and sensual. It was so genuine, I hardly knew what to think. I couldn't think, actually. He had stolen my breath, my voice, my thoughts--

If he was going to take all of those things, he should just take me, too, my mind hissed.

My lips suddenly parted when the finger pressing into my sensitive bud began to twist in circular motions, leaving me in a daze. My head dropped to the left, leaving my bruised, flushed cheek to press into the cushion comfortably.

Right when I began to think clearly again, I felt him rock my world. Literally, actually.

When he let out a moan of his own into my throbbing pussy, I felt myself release. It flooded out of me like a tidal wave, striking his face and leaving it gooey and slick.

I had made a mess of myself. Now, as he towered over my still-scrunched and hunched form, I blubbered something along the lines of an apology for having come all over his face.

A dribble of saliva snuck down my face, striking the couch. It wet my cheek, but I didn't even notice it. My legs were shaking and my hands were now roughly digging into his hair.

I don't remember putting those there, really. It just happened.

He didn't seem to have any complaints, though. All he did was gently settle my body back down beneath him, unraveling my legs. He pat my left thigh gently and chuckled.

If I could see him, I would have noticed the smirk that had sifted along his features as he swiped his pink tongue along his wet, soaked cheek. He licked up all of my liquid and I hadn't even known.

"Than.. Thank." I blabbed dopily, eyes half-lidded and mouth slightly parted in a half-smile. I felt so good in that moment, I hardly knew what to say other than a genuine 'thank you.'

He didn't speak for a moment. I felt him get off of the couch, but it didn't do much to snap me out of my stupor. I heard shuffling on a clothed form before a 'click' sounded out and garments fell to the ground with a 'ruffle' and a 'shuffle.'

Oh?

He had taken his clothes off!

I was wondering why he was taking so long to get back onto me. Why wasn't he on me? He should be... like, right in between my legs right now! Still wet, still slimy. Slip on in, big boy.

My mind raved and a bright grin spread across my face like hot butter on toast. This was exciting!

I hummed, straightening up on the couch. Now, I leaned back against the armrest semi-uncomfortably. He seemed to be taking off combat boots because the stomping and his incessant grunts were too much to have just been sandals or sneakers.

"Save the noise for when you're inside of me, Mystery Man." I snickered, wiping a stray tear from my eye. Looks like my high had lasting effects. Still, my legs felt numb and my tummy tingled. He was very good at what he did.

I didn't even realize that the name 'Mystery Man' was becoming a theme here. It was sticking. Before I could think about it, he had already spoken.

"There'll be plenty." He stated confidently as he rose back onto his feet and slipped onto the couch. I could hear the grin on his face when he said that and it made me even happier to be in the room with him right now.

"Ooookay." I drawled, slowly growing in anticipation. "I better hear it." I laughed, now in a seated position in front of his resting-on-knees position on the couch. I pressed my hands into his well-built chest, feeling around his bust, biceps, forearms, and... damn, his abdominal muscles. Abdominal muscles were just so phenomenal when on display. In this case, it was a touch-only display but it was just as good!

My fingers delved down more lowly, now tracing the indents that his v-line made. It was defined, but I wasn't really surprised at this point. This guy was ripped and it was easy to tell even in the dark.

I gulped, blinking longly. My breath held firm in my lungs whilst I collected myself and my nerves. If he was this big upfront, I couldn't help but wonder what he was like below deck.

I didn't have to wonder for long. After a little while of my little 'daydreaming,' he had taken his hands and placed them on my exposed ribcage. His fingers danced along my skin, sending pleasurable tingles all throughout my body. His touch was soft, similar to how one could imagine a cloud feeling on their skin.

My held breath is now released. It fanned out across his face, leading to a stint of hushed chuckles coming from my partner.

I got to work quickly, deciding that I had stalled enough. There was no need to imagine what it was going to be like if I could just experience it right here, right now.

My eyes pressed shut as my hands finally delved lower, pressing gently on the divot in his v-line as I reached the first little bushel of hair.

Faintly, I wondered what color it was, but I'd figure it out later if I ever did see what he looked like.

Actually, would I see what he looked like? Ever? What if, after this, I was simply cast aside? It made sense. I was just a street cat, after all. This was repayment for him saving me.

I scoffed inwardly, shaking my head. I was thinking too much. I can't get attached to this dick; it wasn't like he had a knot or anything!

At that thought, I laughed outwardly. It was a one-cough type of laugh where a bright, toothy smile crosses your face even when you try to stop it. My lips twitched and I rolled my eyes before thrusting my right hand down. I had grabbed hold of the tall shaft, now gripping it firmly.

Its girth was impressive and, from what I could tell as I gave it a quick stroke, it had some decent length on it, too.

When my hand adjusted its hold on the man's penis, I felt him visibly shudder.

"You don't have a lady's delicate hand pleasing you often, I could guess?" My voice came out rather accusatory and condescending; it was purposeful. But, my taunts didn't seem to work for his manhood got noticeably harder in my hand. I chuckled lowly, shaking my head. He didn't respond to my words coherently, so I merely shrugged it off.

I was still sitting upright and he, on his knees before me, was rather tall. His dick was the type to, when erect, stick straight out at a slight upward angle. I could feel a nearly-unnoticeable tilt, but I preferred it that way so it didn't bother me much.

His little imperfections made him even hotter.

I leaned forward, pressing my lips on his shaft. I kissed it lightly, eyes shut gently as I appreciated the chance to give him pleasure in return.

He had really rocked my world and I was going to do the same to him.

Well, that was what I was going to do before his hands which had been stroking my sides so gently suddenly grabbed me and pushed me down against the couch.

Like before, I was laid out across the couch with him nearly overtop of me. He shuffled backward, now positioned in between my slightly-spread legs.

"Fucking Hell!" I squealed, releasing my hold on his dick quickly. I clasped my hands together over my chest as they bounced and slapped against my skin. As they settled, I felt his hot breath fan over my already-abused neck. This guy did not seem worried about my curses or my scare, for he was already putting in the work.

Looks like he wasn't the type of guy that wanted a blowie.

His legs were positioned on either side of me. One of them was tossed over mine so that my legs stayed open for when I was growing too stimulated, I supposed excitedly.

I heard the sifting of skin-on-skin for the briefest of moments, hinting that he had been stroking himself overtop of me. When he was in between my legs, though, I didn't find that appreciative. He could pump inside of me, not outside.

I felt my pussy throb angrily, pulsing as if it had been stung by a bee or a wasp. I just wanted to feel that muscle lining my walls-- could he be any slower?

"Hurry up..." I whimpered, my voice growing low and anguished. I was nearly hurting beneath this man. Yearning for him.

At my plea, a long groan left him. With that, he was pressing his tip onto the edge of my slick folds. He rubbed his dick against it for a few long, arduous seconds, before finally slipping it inside of me. It was relatively easy considering how wet I was, but the stings produced from the stretching burned like fire. His foreplay was no joke; had he not prepared me so well, I likely would've torn in half. He was huge.

I rolled my hips lightly, adjusting to his impressive girth and pleasurable length. He slid himself further inside of me, now at his hilt.

"Fucking.. Shit, man." He murmured, voice mimicking a cracked growl.

I felt the air grow uncomfortably hot once again. While my skin had already been slicked with sweat, the air inside the room felt sweltering and muggy. It wasn't to say that this wasn't also sexy, erotic, and steamy, but damn, was it also everything I had never experienced before.

When I settled down, I felt the first of his movements inside of me. He rocked his hips back and forth slowly in the beginning, getting a feel for my gummy walls. As he moved, I throbbed overtop of his cock, tensing and loosening with every inch he delved inside or retreated outside.

It wasn't long before he began to quicken his pace, keen on striking every bit of me and pleasing me to my very core.

He was definitely getting a kick out of it, too, if one were to judge off of the many grunts, groans, and--

He hunched over with a loud, cracked moan as I finally wiggled my way out of his hold. I was able to pause his movements and wrap my legs around his hips, giving him better access to every part of me.

He worked his free hands around my body, placing one on my breast and the other on my hip in order to hold me up more comfortably. His fingers stroked and his hand twisted and tugged, palming me and enjoying me from both inside and out.

In addition to this, he craned his neck and began to bite at the skin of my neck, decorating it with more curious shapes and bites. Still, he fucked me relentlessly. The slapping of his ballsack on my ass and our breathing was really all that flooded our ears besides steam and blush.

Murmured words escaped my opened mouth. They were some things along the lines of him being the best I'd ever had or telling him to keep up the good work in one way or another. When he hurried his pace, I was unable to keep up my blubbered speech. My tongue lolled out of my mouth and my eyes rolled into the back of my head as he struck a particular spot deep within my walls.

I was blessed to have ended up in this man's apartment, it seemed.

I came all over his cock, soaking it to the bone with the sweet juice. A purr escaped my throat, half-gurgled on saliva that had collected inside of my mouth. I was drooling for this man.

And it was returned, apparently, because my neck was moistened by his saliva, too. He continued to pepper kisses and sigh pleasantly into my skin, leaving the occasional bite here and there.

Everywhere.

When I felt the familiar twitches of his fat cock that signaled he was beginning to unravel, I tugged at his hair with my hands, prompting him to lift his head and look in my direction. When his hot breath fanned over my face instead of my slick neck, I caught him in a breathless kiss.

He sighed into it, relaxing, even, but his pace quickened and grew more sloppy. His cock twitched and tensed moreso, warning him if his closeness.

"Shit. I'm gonna— fu..hck!" He grit his teeth, preparing himself to pull out right before his release, but my displeased growl urged him to stop.

Over his ragged breathing, I whimpered, "I— I can't get pregnant right now! Just.. oh, shi—t!" I clenched my eyes shut and wrapped my legs around his waist more tightly, pressing him further into me. "Just come inside of me!" I pleaded helplessly, hands now having-moved to his back in order to scratch at any type of handhold.

Apparently, those words were all of the encouragement that he needed in order to ruthlessly pound into me once again. Right as he moved his head to the side and bit down onto my neck, I felt his cock twitch one last time before torrents of his hot seed coated my insides.

His heavy body collapsed on top of mine when the last few drops of his semen spurt out of his dick and into my body. He didn't pull out, thankfully; I needed this contact. I needed to be full.

My fingers twitched as my own body began to relax. My arms quivered tiresomely as my grip on his flesh loosened. Slowly, I trailed my hands upward and into his damp hair. I tugged at a few locks, wishing he'd take the hint and stop biting me.

When he did finally release my skin, I caught his lips in a wet kiss once again. He no longer tasted like ash. It wasn't hard to guess what the metallic taste was— it was my blood. He had bitten down pretty hard, breaking skin, but the scratches lining his back were payment enough.

"Thank you." I grumbled into the kiss, rolling my hips into his from beneath him.

"For?" He returned sarcastically.

I assumed that he was joking. Maybe. He could've truly been confused as to whether I was referring to being saved by him or being fucked by him, but... I wasn't in the mood riddles or any type of thinking.

I pulled away and chuckled, stroking the back of his head. "For being here tonight and giving me this experience.”

He chuckled shortly and thrust into me roughly, providing no verbal response. He got his point across, though, when I felt him harden inside of me once again.

I'll save the thank-yous for after he's done with me, I suppose.

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Giving in

Pairing:  Smoker x Lieutenant!Fem Reader 

First time writing for Smoker, so I hope I did well! 

Summary: Returning to the Marines after an injury and reuniting with her vice admiral, Smoker, the reader convinces him to have a fun night where they both give in to some hidden thoughts...

Warnings:  SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!) Swearing, drinking/drunk sex, unprotected sex, use of devil fruit powers (in a good way *wink*), oral M receiving

Word Count: 1.5k 

“Where do you think you’re going, huh?!”

Awe, poor Smokey didn’t catch these pirates in one swoop? He must’ve lost his touch a little while I was gone.

His footsteps seized in the dark alley, taking guard and thinking he was facing another threat as I fell from a balcony, giving a quick pound to those bandits, my voice making him ease up:

“There’s no point in running. So, quit your squirming!”

“Y/N?” Guess Smokey needed to see me to believe it, getting just that as I showed my face in the sunlight, smiling at him:

“Hey, Smokey! Did ya miss me? Hehe!”

“When did you get out of the infirmary?” A couple of weeks back, I got tangled in a mess with some big-time pirates; I got shot in the process, so I was out of commission, but I was back and happy to see Smokey, keeping my explanation short:

“Yesterday!”

“Are you fully recovered?” Of course, he had more questions, playing off with a swat of my hand:

“I’m like new. Don’t worry about me. Let’s worry about these punks, huh? Looks like you lost your touch while I was gone.”

“Yeah, right,” He rolled his eyes at me, blowing smoke from his cigars, coming and helping me take in the bandits I caught.

It took some persuasion, but we had nothing important on our agenda when we were done, so I talked him into going and getting some drinks.

Believe it or not, Smokey knew how to have some fun. We lost track of time in the bar, having more rounds than I probably should have, but I was all smiles.

“Oh man, Smokey!” I laughed while he told me some things that happened while I was gone, holding his knee from wheezing but smiling at him, “I missed you! I’m so happy I’m out of that damn infirmary. It was starting to drive me mad.”

“Missed you too, you silly drunk,” He teased, standing up and wrapping one of my arms around him.

“Awe, we’re ending the party already?!” I pouted but followed, pouting more at his words:

“You’ll live. We got work to do tomorrow, and the last thing I need is a hung-over lieutenant.”

“Okay, okay,” I sighed, heading back to our temporary headquarters, resting against his chest, picking my head up to smile, “I had fun tonight, and I promise you, I’m better than ever. You won’t have to worry about me, alright?”

I knew that the news of me getting fatally wounded worried him when he first learned about it, but that was in the past. Wanting it to stay there and look forward to the future, kissing his cheek as I cooed softly:

“Goodnight, Vice-admiral.”

Just when I thought it was time to call it a night, things took a wild turn that I didn’t see coming, his lips finding mine before I could turn away.

Despite the bitter taste of lingering liquor and cigars, just that tiny kiss made my blood run hot, and I was surprised by the softness of his lips.

Pulling back and standing up straight, I kept blinking, trying to process that he just kissed me. He was doing the same. It was clear that he subconsciously gave in to some thoughts.

“Y/N, I-“

“Wrong or right,” I whispered, needing a breath, hands gripping his jacket, the desire for more settling into my eyes and voice, “You should do that again. What harm would it do?”

“Ugh,” He sighed, debating before giving into his thoughts, mumbling while returning to my lips, “Screw it.”

He was always so uptight and liked to stay professional, but the way he kissed me and gripped my hips showed that he couldn’t fight it, backing me into my room, koala hugging him with my tongue roaming his mouth, the groan he let out with a tight squeeze of my thighs making me giggle:

“Relax a little, Smokey. You did kiss me first, by the way.”

“You know something?” Clinging to the back of his neck while he threw off his jacket, I only cocked my eyebrow at him, suddenly sunk into the mattress from his weight, a little hard to breathe as he kissed, “You talk too much.”

His kiss was so hot, our hips started to grind against one another. It only took moments for me to lose any damns that I gave.

“Oh, it’s like that?” I panted, finding room between kisses to start throwing off my clothes, hands roaming over his muscles and down to his belt buckle, just for my wrists to be taken by smoke and pinned above my head.

All he did was chuckle at me, his devil fruit powers keeping me still, only able to watch the little show presented to me as his pants and briefs disappeared, the sight of him fully nude making me pant again:

“You’re lucky that you’re so hot.”

“That right?” He chuckled, fixing himself between my legs, gasping at his cock, stretching me, bodies radiating massive heat.

“So hot!” I whined, responding to his actions rather than his words, shaking just from being fed his tip, hips working to give me more.

“Lost that sass of yours pretty quick,” Taunting me put a giant smirk on his face, never seeing me so submissive to anything, hand squeezing and fondling my breasts as they bounced from his thrusts, my back arching from the nudges against my sweet spot, lips glistening as I babbled out:

“A-Alright! I get it! Jus-; Ugh, keep makin’ me feel g-good!”

At that moment, our little teasing game ended, his smoke disappearing and freeing my hands, coming closer and letting me get the contact I needed, having my knees almost touch my shoulders, thrusting his cock deeper, and quickly learning why I gave up the attitude.

“You’re so fucking good, Smokey-y, uh! Ahh!”

Not having my needs fulfilled in such a long time just to be rammed by these sudden bursts of pleasure had my ears ringing, all those drinks from earlier catching up to me and making me feel as if I were on a different planet or something.

Hearing a gush before feeling such a wet mess down my thighs and ass, Smokey showed some care as he slowed his pace, leaving some kisses on my neck as he asked:

“Still feeling good?”

“Mhm,” I huffed before looking to meet his gaze with my puppy dog eyes, “One more time?”

“Sure you can handle it?”

“Want me to prove myself or something?” There was no denying that he had me down pretty good at that moment, but if I had to hop into the driver seat, I’d be more than happy to, taken off guard by his tender whisper:

“That’s okay, sweetheart. You’re gonna get one more round.”

“O-Oh! Oh shi-“ Wrapping around and clinging to him again, I didn’t realize how hard I was squeezing his cock till he lifted me in a hug, throwing his hips upward, and the friction along with the blow I felt in the pit of my stomach nearly took me out.

“Literally fucking you senseless, huh?” Seeing that I was practically drooling on his shoulder, only up and still to his strength, his words gave me some energy, another rush that would lead me to another great mountain of bliss.

Getting a hold of myself to the best of my abilities, I held his face, kissing while slipping off my tongue:

“Don’t count me out just yet.”

Kissing was barely holding back my moans while throwing myself down onto his cock and meeting his thrusts, feeling a pinch as both made him go deeper, but not daring to stop as I felt pressure building up heavily.

Even he couldn’t hold back the groans and rumbles in his chest, feeling his biceps tense up, fingertips nearly digging into the meat of my ass, cock slightly throbbing.

“Just a little more,” I moaned like an Angel in his ear, hugging his head and pushing my aching hips through this one last crusade, “I’m cuming again!”

The moan coming out of me was cut to silence the second my orgasm released with a tight clench around his cock, even messier than the first time; not sure if I was even breathing while becoming limp against him.

“Damn it, Y/N,” I heard him whisper with a rumble, placing me off his cock carefully, his hand quickly holding himself just for me to take it, putting it on my head.

On my stomach, I still had it in me to wrap my lips around the tip of his cock, pumping his shaft with a faint wrist, but still had enough to make his cock throb hard, mouth flooded with his seed, looking up to show I swallowed without a drop missed, kissing his tip and licking up what little oozed from his slit.

“F-Fuck,” His heavy breaths fell onto me with his hand forming a fist in my hair; I batted my eyelashes at him, being a little sassy again:

“It’s the least I can do.” 

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