Trigger warning(s)/Tags: angst, hurt(?)/comfort, fluff, comfort, mentions of insecurities, body image issues, body type descriptions
Word count: 1469 words
Date posted: Feb. 2 2022
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• First of all, this has been on my mind for months so I have to share it
• Second, Itto would be WEAK for a chubby s/o
• Like, you cannot tell me this man wouldn’t be over the fucking moon for any type of s/o
• Regardless of your body type, Itto would give you the utmost respect, love, and support
• It’s already known that this loving himbo would go out of his way for anyone he loves and cares about, even if he doesn’t know them that well
• So him loving all types of appearances is completely within the realm of reality
• He also just gives off that vibe
• But back to the main topic here: our beloved himbo absolutely adoring his chubby!s/o
• He loves to cuddle into your chest or stomach and just be surrounded by your warmth
• His love language is 1000% physical affection
• If you gently pull his head down into your chest when cuddling, he will fucking DIE
• This man is down bad, please take care of him
• He prides himself on protecting you and making sure you’re okay
• He gets into a lot of trouble on his adventures, so he has to make sure you’re okay over everything else
• You’re precious to him, so he’d do absolutely anything to keep you safe and healthy
• Insecurities? Not on his watch
• He tells you how much he loves you every moment of the day
• One day he finds you looking in the mirror, poking and prodding at fat
• It doesn’t click in his mind at first
• He honestly just thinks you’re admiring yourself the way he usually does
• Then you suck your stomach in, sighing out in frustration when you don’t achieve your desired outcome
• He’s still a little confused to be honest
• Confused as to why you’re frustrated
• What’s there to be annoyed with? It’s skin, beautiful skin that he loves to squeeze and kiss and admire as of it was a shining star placed into his hands by a god
• It isn’t until you avert your own gaze, looking away at the mocking reflection, and grab your previously discarded shirt from the counter, that it clicks
• Are you unhappy with your look?
• He doesn’t quite understand this struggle personally, but he empathizes with you still
• He’s far from immune to insecurity, having his fair share of the wretched feeling
• Itto understands what it feels like to have those plaguing thoughts ringing in the back of your mind, screaming at you
• He fears not being able to protect you, thinking he’s not good enough for you or that he’s only going to bring you down with him. The list goes on
• So when he sees you in such a vulnerable state, it breaks his heart
• Especially since you’re fretting over a part of yourself that he loves so much
• Nuzzling his face into your stomach is probably one of his favorite pastimes
• The chub on your arms makes you one of the best huggers he’s ever met
• Your chubby cheeks? The best place to plaster sweet kisses over and over so he can hear your melodious voice giggling while you tell him to stop
• Your thighs are heavenly pillows which he thanks the archons for every morning and night
• Itto understands the feeling of insecurity, but he can’t quite understand this insecurity
• But that doesn’t make it invalid!
• He knows that it’ll be a nagging little voice regardless of what he says
• But if he can help reduce it to just an annoying nagging voice that you can flick away, then he’ll do just that
• Making his way to the bathroom, he steps behind you, looking at the reflection of you both in the mirror
• His arms snake around your waist and he bends slightly to rest his head at the base of your neck and shoulder
• He wordlessly gazes at your reflection, a soft smile taking over his lips at your image
• The words he had quickly planned out seemed to float from his mind, lost in the lovesick grin he adorns
• “You’re so gorgeous.” is all he’s able to muster up
• Realizing he must have seen you, your face heats up, eyes widening and trying to hold back the embarrassment rising in your throat
• Itto sends a silent, understanding smile, before kissing the base of your neck and nuzzling his nose into the warm skin
• “I love you, you know that right?”
• His words never fail to make your heart flutter, but you can’t help but wonder if your heartbeat speeding up is from the sentiment or the anxiety
• “Yeah,” you choke out with a stiff chuckle, “ you tell me everyday.”
• “That also means every part of you.” His voice is muffled with his face planted comfortably in your neck
• He looks back up into the mirror, the gentle, loving smile never having left his face
• “What do you mean?”
• “I mean,” he takes in a deep breath, standing up to his full height, pulling you closer against his chest. “it’s time for us to cuddle and for me to show you how much I love you’re pudge!”
• The words don’t seem to hit as well as he would have hoped, you tiny smile still holding an edge of resentment
• “Why do you like it?”
• “Like what?”
• “My fat. You’re always holding or squeezing it, doesn’t it gross you out?” You sneer at the reflection which seems to mocks you
• “Gross me out? Why would it do that?”
• “Well it’s just.. there. Wouldn’t you want to be with someone that’s more fit like you?”
• Now that genuinely confuses him
• Man is the embodiment of the meme where the woman’s confused with math equations around her head
• “What makes them any different from you?” His hands, still tightly wound around your waist, start subconsciously rubbing and kneading at your stomach. A comforting action he’d picked up fairly early on in your relationship
• “They’re skinny, I’m not. Wouldn’t you want someone prettier? Like with a flat stomach?”
• Your words hit him like a punch in the gut, but the tears starting to form in your eyes only make the feeling worse
• “But you’re gorgeous, I couldn’t dream of being with someone else.”
• Itto’s hands move to your shoulders, turning you away from the mirror to look at him
• His hands move to your cheeks, caressing the skin with a gentle thumb
• “Being skinny doesn’t make you beautiful and having extra fat doesn’t make you ugly.”
• His eyes flit back and forth between yours, holding back the urge to pull you into a kiss that very moment
• “I love you and every part of you. Your chub just makes you all the more better to love and cuddle with and kiss and hug and everything else!”
• He planted scattered kisses along forehead, cheeks, and nose. Muttering “I love you”s between each
• Describing and explaining things may not be his strongest suit but the sincerity of his words is enough to get the message across
• Again, his love language is physical affection, so showing how much he loves and adores you is the best way he knows how of assuring you
• “Thank you, I love you too, Itto”
• You’re still not feeling great, Itto can tell
• Your smile doesn’t reach your eyes and you have a tired and drowsy look in your eyes
• “So, about that cuddling part…”
• Itto looks at you hopefully, taking in the gentle smile which grows just a little bit wider at his suggestion
• “Okay,” you chuckle. “Come on, I could use a nap.”
• You take his hand to drag him over to the bed, now pulling a lovesick man who seems to be floating on cloud nine
• Crawling under the covers, you lay on your back, opening your arms to your boyfriend invitingly
• Itto’s eyes light up like a kid being given some fresh and sweet dango
• He cuddles up to your chest, placing tiny kisses along your stomach and chest, whispering sweet nothings after each
• Finally, he settles when you gently pull his head down to your chest, running your hands through his hair and humming a small tune
• Hearing your contented sigh, he watches as you slowly drift off to sleep, comforted by the warmth he was giving
• If he was standing he might have just fallen over
• He swears that whenever he’s with you, it feels like he’s died and gone to Celestia
• He’s not fully sure how to help but he’ll do whatever he can to make sure you know that you are cherished and loved. Chubbiness and all
WARNINGS. NO BECAUSE I LOVE THIS JK SO MUCH . established relationship. neck biting. groping (consensual ofc). dirty talk. body shaming. negative flashbacks. yns EX friend is a bitch we absolutely HATE her. short smut scenes. jk worshipping your literal existence. body worship. praise. jungkook is in LOVE. as he should thoo.
♫ best i ever had, drake. ❝ baby, you my everything, you all I ever wanted. we could do it real big, bigger than you ever done it. ❞
Jungkook’s touches were so soft. So soft you almost barely even felt them. Keyword:almost. His smooth fingertips ran along your silky skin, while the tip of his pink tongue ran across the nape of your neck. Jungkook had one thing on his mind; which was pleasuring you in the best ways possible. “Baby,” Jungkook whispered in lust onto your skin. His veined hand made its way to your clothed breast, giving it a soft squeeze. He clutched at your tit one last time, before bringing his hand under your thin top, attacking your hardened nipple with his thumb, once reaching his awaited destination. “Love you,” Kiss. “So fuckin,” Your flesh was then in between his pearly white teeth, “Much.”
pairing:dark!biker!bucky x curvy!reader (dark!soulmate au)
warnings:Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. 18+ ONLY. dubcon smut. noncon/dubcon relationship. spit kink. slight degradation. unprotected sex. nipple play. swearing. choking. mentions of past noncon intercourse . kidnapping? uh the crying kink - i literally can’t remember what it’s called lmao if i’m missing anything please let me know!
words: 4.4k
notes: like i said in a post earlier - this is definitely not the last chapter lol. i added something that turned into a bigger something and so there’s gonna be way more to come. majority of what i wrote for chapter ten originally is now pretty much all in the next chapter lmao. i’m really dragging this thing out, aren’t i? anyway if you were looking forward to reader’s punishment… you’ll have to bear with me until next week. but i think it’s worth it hope you enjoy this chapter which is literally just smut mean!bucky makes his triumphant return in chapter eleven so keep an eye out for that.
feedback and comments are more than welcome and always appreciated! thank you for reading and reblogging.
This is a DARK series!!! Please proceed with abundant caution.
You didn’t pay much attention to anything aside from finding an empty pump. That was easy enough to do on a Sunday night. There were only two other cars getting gas and a couple of cars parked in front of the store front. You parked by the nearest station you could and hopped out with your debit card in hand. You inserted the chip into the card reader so you could pay and expected to be prompted to begin your pumping.
But that didn’t happen.
The screen read that there was an error. Annoyed and huffy, you tried again. And then once more before another message came on the screen saying you’d have to pay inside. The last thing you wanted to do was waste time dealing with a cashier and having to go in, but you didn’t have any other cards you could try. Begrudgingly, you rolled your eyes and rolled your neck, trying to relieve some tension before you’d be face to face with another person. You were sure you looked erratic so you tried to pull yourself together before leaving your car and rushing to get inside so you could pay. You just needed to fill up your tank and get the hell out of there.
The ringing of the bell on the entrance door alerted you to a nervous looking cashier. He was breathing like he was trying to keep himself calm as beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. When he saw you, he gave you a nervous smile that you cautiously returned. Something was off. Something was wrong. The bell rang again but you didn’t pay it any mind. You wanted to just say screw it and find another gas station downtown, but before you could turn around and head back to your car, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You jumped at the unexpected touch and paled at the unexpected face that met yours as you looked behind you.
“Fancy meeting you here,” Natasha said in her smokey voice with a smile on her face. She either didn’t seem to notice your rising anxiety or just decided to ignore it as she moved her hand off of you before continuing. “Now what’s Bucky’s girl doing all alone on this side of town this late at night?”
“It’s not that late,” you said defensively. “And I’m not his girl,” you quickly added, rushing to remind her and yourself of that. She just smiled and laughed at you - you couldn’t tell if it was condescending or if she really thought you were joking - but it didn’t matter. And if you hadn’t been annoyed already, you were well and truly pissed off now. To which, Nat quickly caught on.
“Down, kitty. What’s got you all riled up?” she said, sounding concerned, but again you really couldn’t tell if she was just being condescending or not.
“I just need to put gas, okay? Is that not allowed? Do I need a chaperone to go out alone now? As if I haven’t been followed around nearly everyday for almost a month,” you ranted, ignoring the gaze of the other customers in the small store, all of whom quickly left after Natasha looked at them with a stare that chilled even you.
After the last person left, Nat finally returned her gaze to you.
“Got somewhere to be?” she asked as she took in your nervous, agitated demeanor.
“Home,” you lied swiftly. There was no way she knew what your plans were or even if Bucky knew where you were at the moment.. “Bucky’s waiting for me, so..” you added, lying further as you glanced around outside, desperately wanting to escape to your car.
“Oh, I’m sure he is. But what’s the rush?” she said as your eyes then landed on Sam outside the window of the convenience store, hanging up his phone before he started making his way inside. In an instant, everything clicked. You didn’t know if you should be scared or angry. Reality was both, but you decided to go with anger.
“Whatis the rush?” you bit out. “You tell me. Why do we need to talk right now? I’m sure we both have places to be.”
“I think you know exactly where you’re supposed to be. And we both know it isn’t at a gas station with your car packed like you’re about to skip town.” she said seriously.
“AndI think, it’s none of your business. Scoping out my car the second I walked away?” you said harshly as Sam neared the both of you.
“Honey, I clocked you the second you pulled in,” she responded as Sam came to stand next to her. It felt like they were blocking you in. They probably were.
“Y/N, it’s good to see you,” Sam began before you cut him off.
“Save it.” you interrupted. “You were just talking to him outside, right?” you asked him straight up. Silence was your answer. “He’s on his way, then?” you continued.
He still didn’t really respond, just looked at you with sympathy. It made you even more upset.
And then you heard the roar of Bucky’s bike. And you knew you were fucked.
“I really thought you were different,” you said sadly to Sam before trying to walk past him and Nat to get back to your car. You could see Bucky from where you stood and to say he looked pissed was an understatement. He looked nearly unhinged. He had parked his bike behind your car and when he threw open the back door, you only then realized you had left your car unlocked and your keys in the ignition. As you watched him, you were sure he was rifling through your bags.
Before you could pass them, Sam stopped you gently. It didn’t take much, you could feel the fight draining out of you with each second that passed.
“I’m sorry. But he would have lost it completely if you just up and disappeared. I promise you, it would have just made things worse. No one would’ve been safe. I’m just trying to help protect you and the people you care about. And… he loves you, you know that. You two are meant to be together, aren’t you? You’re soulmates?”
You ignored his last question. Tired of hearing “but we’re soulmates” as an excuse for the way Bucky was acting.
“You think this is protecting me?” you asked, truly confused. But they didn’t know. How would they have?
“He’d never hurt you,” Natasha said confidently. You couldn’t help but laugh wryly at that. With a shake of your head, you turned back around to head outside to your car.
You were surprised to see that Bucky was pumping gas into your car but when he saw you, he slammed the pump back into its station and closed the cap to your tank as he stared at you predatorily. Worry and confusion running through you. You couldn’t tell for the life of you what was going to happen next. You couldn’t figure out what he was going to do.
He was fuming as he watched you approach slowly and cautiously.
“Where the fuck were you going?” he asked, deceptively quiet, when he knew you were near enough to hear him.
“Nowhere,” you began without thinking. You felt like how you did as a kid getting caught in a lie. Right before you knew you were about to be in trouble. For some reason, you just tried to keep lying instead of admitting the truth and facing your punishment, desperately trying to avoid it. “I wasn’t-”
“Don’t fucking lie to me, y/n! Do you think I’m stupid? Like I didn’t see these bags packed full of your shit?” You flinched at him suddenly yelling at you even though there was a good distance between you still. The only other time he had yelled, truly, yelled at you like that was the night he had broken into your house the first time.
“I just needed to get away. I need to be away from you. I mean, you just threatened my family, Bucky. Did you really expect me to just be fine with that? I - I can’t have these threats hanging over my head. I don’t want to be forced to be with you. You’re trying to blackmail me into a relationship and this is just - this is all so fucked,” you said, broken hearted.
“Get in the car,” he ordered harshly.
“No,” you refused, trying to hide the nerves in your voice.
“Get your ass in the car before I make you get in,” he growled.
You looked behind you as you felt eyes on you while yours had started to sting. You saw Sam and Nat staring from across the lot, watching raptly at the embarrassingly dramatic scene unfolding before them. You realized then that they were really just watching you. As if you’d take off running at any given moment. You accepted then that you didn’t have a viable way out of there. So, reluctantly, you climbed into the passenger seat of your own car as Bucky got into the driver’s seat in the blink of an eye.
Bucky peeled out of the gas station the second you closed your door. It was tense and quiet and you could literally feel the rage radiating off of him. His knuckles were white on the steering wheel and his jaw was clenched so hard you were momentarily worried about his teeth. You wanted to speak, to say something. To protest at the very least. But you didn’t. You couldn’t. You didn’t think you could push him any further before something bad happened. But a sinking feeling in your gut was telling you that something bad was already happening.
He drove in silence for what felt like forever, but in reality was only about 15 minutes, before he passed the sign indicating that you were now out of the town limits. You turned to Bucky the second that information registered.
“Where are you taking me?”
He didn’t look back to you, didn’t respond at all, just accelerated his already over-the-limit speed.
It was only a couple minutes later that your question was answered as he pulled up to a secluded house just outside of town. It was nice. Really nice. It was a two story modern farmhouse. It looked new and… costly. You were still confused though. You didn’t know where you were or why he had taken you there. Was this his house? You didn’t think much more on that, though as Bucky parked and shut off your car - exiting it just as swiftly.
He rounded the hood and threw your door open before he dragged you out of the car, not even giving you the chance to react. His grip was strong and it hurt as he walked you up to the front door before he opened it almost effortlessly and shoved you inside.
Not having the wherewithal to even try and stop your motion before you tripped over yourself and fell to your hands and knees. When you turned back around in shock, you realized that Bucky wasn’t there. He was back at your car, grabbing all of your bags from your back seat. You scrambled up to your feet and as you went outside to protest, he turned back on you before you even stepped foot out of the door.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” you seethed as you tried to hold your ground at the threshold of the door. He walked straight up to you, his glare alone enough to send you walking cautiously backward into the house. He threw your bags down and slammed the door shut behind him, his dark eyes never leaving yours as he stalked toward you. For the life of you, you couldn’t look away. Your throat went dry as you watched him approach closer and closer and the most unexpected thrill went through you, but you refused to pay it any mind as you needed to figure out your next move in this unknown space. Before you could, though, Bucky finally responded to you.
“Taking what’s mine,” he said roughly as he grabbed you by the waist just the same. He moved so swiftly and had you pressed up tightly against him in the blink of an eye before he moved his metal hand to your throat, applying constricting pressure as he stared down into your eyes. You could only imagine what you looked like, mouth agape as you stared up at him, hands pulling at his wrist trying to get him to drop his grip on your neck.
He loosened his grip after a moment of you struggling against him before his hand moved up to your jaw, holding your face up to keep your gaze.
“You are mine,” he stated hungrily before leaning down and crashing his lips to yours, his metal hand never leaving your face, just pulling you closer. You were astonished by how desperate it felt. As he grabbed at you and kissed you deeper than ever, you realized that he was, in fact, acting in desperation. He pulled away only to breathe before he picked you up behind your thighs and lifted you as you reflexively wrapped your thick legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. He held you effortlessly as he walked you up a staircase leading to the second floor. Your mind was in a haze as he entered what you assumed was the master bedroom. He dropped you onto the bed and wasted no time in removing his clothes before he did the same to you.
You didn’t fight him. In fact, you helped him as he removed each article of clothing you were wearing. Your armor quickly falling as his touch set you on fire. Nothing made sense but that didn’t matter. None of it mattered. All that mattered was him. It was disorienting how quickly things turned in.. less than an hour.
After you were laid back on the bed completely naked, he climbed on top of you, lavishing kisses from your lips, along your neck, to your breasts, down your stomach and finally kissing down to your pussy. You were already wet and his desperation was making you feel the same.
He licked and sucked hungrily, leaving you writhing beneath him. His hands found your hips, holding you down to stop you from involuntarily moving as you were looking for more stimulation from him. He swirled his tongue around your sensitive clit before sucking it into his mouth, eliciting a pleasure fueled scream from you as you grabbed onto the sheets. He sucked for a little longer, before releasing you, moving to lick one last long, deep stripe through your folds up to your bundle of nerves.
As he moved back up your body, you felt his hard length pressing against you as he leaned down to be face to face with you again. His flesh hand moved to grip your chin once again as his metal hand was beside your head, holding him up above you. You were breathing heavily as you stared into his deep blue eyes while he looked down at you with an undeniable, carnal, lust in his gaze.
“You really thought you could just leave me like that, sweetheart?” he asked, almost pained. You didn’t know what to say and the urge to apologize was one you had to fight as he continued staring down at you. He leaned closer and pressed a kiss to your lips before adding, “You can’t leave me. You’re never gonna leave, you understand me?” he questioned harshly as he gripped your jaw tighter in his hold.
You heard the unspoken threat and knew that you weren’t getting away from him again - but you really couldn’t find it in yourself to care at the moment as you nodded as best you could while he held your face firmly.
“Good girl,” he praised darkly as he let go of your face and moved to grab his pulsing cock in his flesh hand. He pumped himself twice and you watched as precum leaked from his tip. He moved to angle himself at your entrance before he ran the tip of his cock through your wet folds teasingly. You whined under him and he wasted no time in moving to enter you harshly. You cried at the intrusion, though you were wet and wanting, his size was still a lot for you to take. You gripped his arms that were holding onto your waist as your legs encircled him once more. He didn’t slow down even as you cried. He only held you tighter, and you were sure his grip would leave you bruised like it had before.
“Please,” you cried out as he continued thrusting deeper and deeper into your wet heat. “Please, Bucky, slow down, I can’t.. I can’t take it. S’too much,” you pleaded.
“Oh sweetheart, you can take it. I know you can,” he said patronizingly. “Just keep crying, princess. Love it when you cry for me,” he grunted through his teeth as he pounded into you even harder, leaning closer to your face, kissing away your tears as they fell. You felt like you were being split in two as you cried out his name once more.
“Bucky, it hurts!” you sobbed through the pain and pleasure coursing through you.
“It hurts?” he asked softly in your ear, voice laced with fake care, “How much?” he growled as he rutted into you again, pulling back to look at you, causing you to gasp out, your breath catching in your throat at the feeling his tone sent through you and at the even harder thrust he sent into you as he moved his hands to take your own in his. He moved them up and pinned them to the bed as he intertwined your fingers. His thrusts didn’t slow, he just kept moving against you, his thick cock dragging against your tight walls, the head of him hitting your g-spot perfectly with each thrust, only making you cry out more as you moaned pathetically, the sound turning into a sob. Your heels were digging into his back as you arched yours, inadvertently pulling him closer.
As he leaned back down to you, his face dropped to your neck as your chest touched his. His hands left yours and he moved them to hold onto your waist and around your back as you were still arching against him, holding you close to him as your hands found his biceps before snaking around to wrap your arms around his back.
You felt him biting harshly at the tender skin of your throat before he soothed the sting with his tongue. “You hurt me,” he nearly whispered against your skin. “I think you deserve a little pain tonight, too, princess. S’only fair,” he continued before he moved his head down to your breasts.
You didn’t realize how close you were to coming until Bucky took one of your nipples into his warm, wet mouth and suckled on it, swirling his tongue around your pert bud as his hand found your other breast and played with it, tugging and pulling at your sensitive nipple, squeezing the mound of flesh in his large hand, groaning around your tit as he felt you squeeze his cock even tighter as you inched closer to your impending orgasm.
He bit your nipple and you yelped at the pain, soon replaced by the unrelenting pleasure he was unleashing on your body. His warm tongue swirling around the bud yet again to soothe the sting as he continued pounding into you relentlessly, your nails digging into his back. Every thrust - more forceful than the last, every bite more deep, but every kiss, more sweet. It was the most pleasurable torture to be at his whim. It was painful, but still, you wanted more.
With his arms still around you and you clinging to him, he pulled you up, keeping you against his chest as he sat up with his cock still inside of you. The change of position had you mewling helplessly yet again as he had you sat on his thighs, thrusting up into you with so much force you could do nothing but hold onto him desperately. One of his hands found your hip as he pulled you down harshly against his every thrust, forcing you to meet him with each one as he bounced you up and down on his thick cock.
You relied on him to keep you upright against him, nearly completely leaning against his strong chest as your arms stayed wrapped tightly around him - your face nuzzling into his neck. He slithered his large hand from your hip to in between your sweat covered bodies, his dexterous fingers easily finding your clit as he began to rub it in tight circles as you clenched around him and clung to him tighter, mouth falling open in a silent cry as you came suddenly and violently, crying at the indescribable bliss that overtook you.
Bucky didn’t stop fucking you as he growled and shoved you back down on the mattress, pounding into you without abandon. His right hand was now on your waist and his left found your throat once again and he squeezed as he stared down at you animalistically. You saw the anger, hurt, and disappointment in his eyes, but the undeniable look of lust and longing was there too.
As he stared down at you, eyes boring into your own glossy ones, it looked like he was going to say something more, but didn’t. Just grit his teeth as his hand became more constricting around your throat, and his hips began to stutter in their powerful movements. You don’t know why - it was instinctive as your left hand reached out to his hip, craving him - wanting him closer - wanting to touch him, while your right hand covered his metal one still on you as he used your overworked and sensitive hole to chase his own release. A part of you was keenly aware just how easily it would be for him to crush your throat if he wanted to, and how controlled his strength was as he got closer. That turned you on, and you wanted more.
Your hand tightened around his, the constriction somehow bringing you closer to another orgasm, your silky walls tightening around him, making him groan deeply as he nearly lost control. You whimpered beneath him as he stopped moving inside you. His grip slipped up to your jaw and he forced your mouth open with the pressure.
“Tongue out,” he ordered harshly and you obeyed without thinking - absolutely no hesitation. He grinned wickedly before he lightly patted your cheek in approval. He pursed his lips and then spat onto your tongue - you could feel it running down your tongue into your throat before you swallowed it.
You were momentarily brought back to that first night - the memory of his saliva on your tongue before he left you like a used, broken doll alone in your bed. But the renewed thrusting of his cock inside your tight walls quickly pulled you back to the present.
“I get my cock in you and you just become so compliant, don’t you, princess,” he taunted before kissing you hotly. “This is just what you needed, isn’t it? Just needed me to fuck you stupid so you don’t have to think, don’t have to worry about anything,” he continued, you could feel his breath against your cheek as he spoke and you laid there, writhing, whimpering and whining beneath him.
You did feel stupid. Stupid and embarrased at how accurate he was. You really were being compliant, not even a little bit of fight was coming from you. But right now, with his cock thrusting so deeply into you, making you feel so unbelievably good - with his warmth surrounding you and his weight on top of you - you didn’t care.
You were slightly surprised that his taunting was sending sparks of pleasure straight to your core, while you heated up even more at his words.
“You gonna come again, pretty girl? I can fuckin feel you squeezing me. So goddamn tight,” he was breathing heavily and grunting above you while you stared up at him with wide eyes, nearly gasping for each breath you took in between your now weak moans.
His hands found your hips as his stuttered once again, but he didn’t stop this time. Only moved more brutally against you. The deep, hard strokes of his throbbing cock along your walls was addictive - you almost didn’t want him to stop despite the ache he was leaving you with.
He came as deeply as he could inside of you and when you first felt him shoot his hot come inside your walls, you came yet again around him. He hissed as your walls squeezed his member, wanting to keep him inside. Never wanting it to end. Because you knew what was going to happen once it ended. Once the euphoric high passed, you would be faced with that post-coital clarity. So you begged silently to let the bliss last forever.
Bucky’s arms wrapped around you once again and he flipped you both so that he was now on his back and you were resting on him. His hands rubbed up and down your curves while you both slowly tried to steady your breathing, his cock still snuggly inside of you.
You felt your eyes getting heavy and were grateful to have sleep take you so you didn’t have to come back to reality yet. As you felt yourself slip under, you vaguely heard Bucky’s voice.
“We’ll get the rest of your stuff tomorrow, sweetheart. You’re staying with me. It’ll be easier this way,” he spoke softly into your hair. “I didn’t want to force you, you know. I was trying to give you a choice. But you just kept choosing wrong,” he continued as he shook his head slightly. “You don’t have to worry about anything anymore, though. I got you. I got us,” he mumbled as your eyes shut fully. You didn’t respond, didn’t fully hear or understand him, honestly. Right now, you just needed to sleep. Your head was cloudy and all you registered before sleep took you was the feeling of Bucky’s hands on you, moving to pull his comforter up over the both of you, and his lips brushing your skin.
me: maybe I should write my fanfics with racially ambiguous reader, then anyone can enjoy it. hmm, I wonder how it’d affect my notes and following.
also me: no, write reader as a coded chubby coloured woman. describe those melanin n fat features!! don’t need notes or following, only larger range of thick poc content.
Worth the sacrifice. [Takanobu Aone] └➤(@thicksimpx)omertà collabsubmission.
haikyuu! mafia au, afrofuturism + dark dystopia. fem!reader, explicitly pocand chubby coded — size kink, forced marriage; marriage of convenience, oral «f!receiving», service!top, pleasure!dom.
minimal proofreadingandediting. reblogs and comments appreciated! ♡
It was surreal, standing next to your future ‘husband’, practically a stranger.
The matrons’ advisor had insisted that Aone had taken a liking to you, hushed whispers about how he was unbelievably shy during the pre-marriage preparations.
Her source being his fellow gang members had you questioning that though.
He was all height and lean muscle, towering over you. Short white hair, eyebrows missing, and face pulled into a constant scowl.
An acidic feeling of anxiety bubbled up to your throat, nervous fingers fiddling with the velvet dress smothering your curves, more of an average dress than a wedding gown.
An acidic feeling of anxiety bubbled up to your throat, nervous fingers fiddling with the velvet dress smothering your curves, more of an average dress than a wedding gown.
A dress he had chosen for you.
“You will receive equal power to your husband and the freedom to make substantial choices—” spoke Mr. Akaashi, a supposed lawyer from Date Techs’ ally gang, all dressed up in a sharp suit and matching glasses.
Nothing more than static in the background of your mind, ringing so deafeningly loud.
“—however to follow the traditional values of Date Tech, you may only do so with your husbands’ permission.”
Oblivious to the sharp eyes glancing over towards you, simply watching your reaction or the lack of one, observant gaze noticing your fidgeting.
Aone stared back at the marriage form in front of him, placing his hand on the curve of your lower back.
Sneaking glances to make sure you weren’t uncomfortable, your honeyed eyes just watched his other hand, pen so unnervingly small.
Fingers nearly double the size of yours, clean trimmed nails, near-invisible hairs decorating his skin and prominent veins disappearing under his sleeves.
Signing the paperwork, before placing his thumb onto some ink and pressing it to the paper, black fingerprint left behind in its wake.
Pulled from your thoughts when he holds the pen to you, that warm hand on your back squeezing when you look up at him. Dark eyes searching yours, head tilting slightly.
“Sorry,” barely a whisper, before you dutifully sign the document. Manicured thumb dirtied and pressed onto the empty spot next to his.
“Very good, everything is done here, happy marriage and all that.” Mr. Akaashi concluded in a monotone, yet polite voice. Fixing his glasses as he sorted the documents into his briefcase and bid his farewells.
Night came quicker than expected, your newlywed ‘husband’ disappearing within an hour of your marriage, summoned by his leader.
Not that he told you he was summoned, let alone spoke to you, silent during the whole ordeal.
Hours later, Aone stood at the doorway to his room, your back to him while you sat on his king-sized bed.
Agoddess in his room.
Eyes lingering on your russet complexion and dewy post-shower skin, damp ringlets forming and body covered in one of his baggy shirts.
A sweet feeling of pride flooded him, seeing you in something of his.
Black oxfords made their way into your vision, your attention shifting from his expensive tailored suit and fine gold, until you met his gaze.
Pale hand grabbed yours, his other hand swiftly placing the plain gold ring on your finger, coming to a comfortable fit. Your hands caressed his, brown eyes following your every move as soft lips press against the chunky square ring adorning his thumb.
Something you were instructed to do in the pre-wedding preparations, another one of their traditions.
Ring engraved in the insignia of Date Tech, his gang ring, so cold on your lips.
Calloused thumb runs across your bottom lip, thick appendage dipping into your mouth, stopping at his ring.
Juicy lips wrapped around his finger, languorously sucking on him, tongue rubbing the pad of his thumb.
Wet thumb slipping from your lips, a string of spit hung between you, bringing his digit to his mouth and sucking it dry.
Ghosted touch sliding down your shoulders, goosebumps prickle your skin as he drifts down, lingering at your fingertips and interlocking his hands with yours.
You’re pushed down, back against his silk covers.
Hands moving to your waist, soft kisses decorated your collar bone and down between your clothed breasts. Small hands clutching into his broad shoulders, overshadowing you, so unbelievably big.
Aone stopped at the hem of your shirt, legs caught in a secure grip and knees pressing into your tummy.
Unreadable glare, eyes stuck on your crotch, position causing your fat little pussy to spill over the sides of your panties.
“Stop staring,” you scolded him, lightly smacking him on the head.
The icy haired man chuckled, a soft masculine laugh surprising you.
Large head snuggled between your legs, opened-mouth kisses leaving your inner thighs damp. Blunt teeth nipping at your flesh, while his hands massage your hips.
You squeak, feeling small warm kisses on your outer labia, heart pounding in your ears. Panties pushed to one side, wide tongue plunging into your slick pussy, deliciously slow licks along your folds.
Licks halting right before he reaches your clit, piercing eyes staring up at you, almost teasingly.
Masculine mouth latching onto your inner lips, softly suckling long one side before moving to the other, his fingers playing with your clit hood.
Building you up until you’re so close, practically sobbing for him to touch your throbbing bundle of nerves.
“Aone, oh my fuckin’ god, hurry up!” His eyes glittering at your cries, pausing and quirking a missing eyebrow at you — silence while you racked your brain, anything to make him continue. “Please?”
Seemingly what he wanted, pulling back your hood and placing a delicate peck right there.
Your reward.
His lips wrapping around your clit and sucking, nice and soft. Fat thighs clamping around his head, Aone feels like he’s suffocating and fuck, does he love it.
Pussy clenching around nothing, lower stomach pulsating in gentle anguish, you’re cumming so hard with his nose buried in your curls.
Aone getting to his feet, sodden patch against his pristine suit pants. Sharp eyes on your fucked out form, panting and lost in a post-orgasm cloud.
“You’re so beautiful.”
Thumping music did nothing but amplify your foul mood, vivid lights and the sweet smell of vanilla incense.
Getting your pussy eaten by a man, correction — by your ‘husband’, only to have him disappear for weeks was not your idea of a perfect marriage.
“Should’ve at least thanked me or something…” You huffed under your breath, freshly manicured nails tapping against the countertop.
“Um,” a sheepish woman caught your attention, looking downright nervous. “There’s, uh, a guy wanting to see you? He’s in the VIP room four, should I… send him away?”
Speak of the devil.
“No, it’s okay, I’ll see to it.”
Leaving your place from behind the bar, kitten heels tapped on the tiled flooring, snaking your way through the bustling club and into the VIP section.
Aone looked awkward.
Knees nearly up to his chest, too big for the love seat, pale skin and white hair only made him seem more out of place in the crimson room.
His head tilted to the side, just waiting for you to say something after you locked the door.
“Hi.”
Brows raised, happily patting his leg.
You rolled your eyes, walking to him and gently setting yourself down on his hard thighs. Feet dangling as you sit in his lap, beefy arms wrapped around your waist.
“You look lovely today,” his voice quiet and pleasant, barely above a whisper, his words feeling like a secret between youandhim.
Heart plummeting to your pussy, the traitor.
“I’m still upset you left without saying anything,” you clutch his wrists, levelling him with a stern look, “that was fucked up, Aone.”
“M’sorry,” your ‘husband’ uttered, hand holding yours as warm kisses decorated your knuckles.
Silence, unnervingly awkward silence.
“You don’t talk much do you?”
Scowl hardening, confusion clouded his eyes, words slow to leave his throat. “Don’t like sayin’ things that aren’t important or necessary.”
“And complementing me is important and necessary?” You asked, soft laughter filling the room.
“Of course.” Aone sounded dead serious, looking almost bewildered that you even questioned that.
You traced his lips, vibrant nail polish contrasting against his skin. Hot tongue wetting your fingertips, then sucking your two middle fingers into his mouth.
Lazily sucking on them the same way he did your clit. Lidded eyes gazing at you through long lashes, soaking in your cute little expressions.
Words tumbling from you, so fast you thought you’d choke on them. “Prove it then — prove that you’re sorry. Make it worthmy sacrifice, Takanobu.”
Corners of his mouth slightly upturned, eyes crinkling and scowl less prominent, face as luminescent as the sun.
Wanna notsay reader is poc or chubby in the warnings section anymore, just let people just be jumpscared with some brutally obnoxious coded reader halfway through.
Gone are the days of “you blushed bright red”, “he grabs your small waist” and “he sucks your pink nipples” smacking you in the face.
It’s 2022 bestie, time to be hit with “your beautiful deep mahogany skin”, “he kisses your dark pussy lips” and “he kneads your soft rolls” hehe jk… unless?? (˵ ͡o ͜ʖ ͡o˵)
Making him a daddy![multi-characters] └➤ holiday inspired works ’n’ drabbles.
fem!reader, poc and chubby coded — breeding, man handling «forced mating press», rough penetrative sex «90% foreplay, 10% sex», dubcon, creampie, cum stuffing, cockwarming, dacryphilia, cervix bullying.
minimal proofreadingandediting. reblogs and comments appreciated! ♡
Lord have mercy, he loathed children, face unable to hide the pure disgust when he witnesses a child acting out in public.
“Ugh, jesus…” Voice hushed, not wanting others to hear him, looking near faint when he notices a brat with snot running down its face.
“Hm?” Head tilting to one side, worried eyes looking up at him, quick to brush you off with a kiss on your cheek.
Hanging back when you go rushing up to some friend of yours, all happy squeals and excited energy.
“She’s gotten so big,” you gush, gently accepting your friends toddler into your arms, cradling and talking to the chubby-faced little girl. “Sweetie, come look!”
Attention snapping back to you, child in your arms.
Something just clicks.
His brain racing with how’d you look full with his brat, how your child would look, a mixture of you and him. Or maybe it’d be the spitting image of you, beautiful curly hair and deep skin, your eyes and smile.
Shit.
He’s glued to your hip as you say your farewells, masculine hand massaging the fat of your thighs when you’re alone in his car. Grip harder than usual, concerned eyes glancing at him while he drives.
Is he mad?
You’re dragged to the bedroom as soon as you get home, pinned to the bed and positioned into a mating press.
“Honey—” He cuts you off, shushing you as he tosses your panties aside, your face one of bewilderment.
Thick cock cushioned by your folds, humping against your fat pussy, his eyes glued to your plush tummy.
Bulbous tip bumping and rubbing into your clit, rough hands kneading the rolls of your stomach. Waiting until you’re so close to climaxing before he bottoms out. Hard.
Heavy balls smack the curve of your ass, savouring the way you flutter around his girthy base. Deep grinding rather than actual thrusts, bullying your cervix until stars decorate your vision.
Tears welling up in your eyes, spilling over and running down your cheeks.
Cockhead kissing the entrance to your womb — his precious, fertile womb, just begging to get stuffed with his potent seed.
“Don’t cry baby, lemme breed ya perfect little cunt. Make me a daddy,mkay?” He grunts, more pussy drunk ramblings than actual words.
Rubbing you so deep, you feel like he’s in your stomach when he finally cums, strings shooting directly against your unprotected womb.
Gushy pussy squeezing him so tightly, your poor little cervix throbbing from his assault.
Your honeyed eyes rolled back in your head and fat tears never stopped, cunt leaving a creamy ring around the base of his cock.
He collapses next to you, letting himself go soft surrounded by your messy walls. Just waiting until he’s hard again, impatient to finish breeding you.
Obsessive mutterings about how he’ll make you fat and swollen with his brats, no matter how many months or years it takes, because he’s your devotedhusband.
He kisses you, wet and passionate. Lips pecking away your fallen tears, loving grip never leaving your stomach.
“Make you daddy, m’promise.” You mumble into his lips, slurred and jumbled words.
Gorgeous smile lighting up his face, cock growing harder inside you. He was always happy to provide for his gorgeous little wife.
haikyuu!! mafia au, afrofuturism + dark dystopia. fem!reader, explicitly poc and chubby coded — systematic misogyny and misogynistic values, criminal and morally questionable activity, various bdsm dynamics, varied levels of dark content.
La’Puellavus, a prestigious underground XXX nightclub in the futuristic dystopian hell of Los Toyko. A safe place for those discriminated against, the golden ticket for a chance to a better life and an all-around criminal treasure trove.
The first criminal syndicate made by women, run by women and protected by women. Profiting from the gullible and the fools, turning the tides on those who had done them wrong — men.
Because who run the world? Women. And who dominates the criminal underworld?
You.
Completed—
Worth the sacrifice. [Takanobu Aone] cw. — political and forced marriage, size kink, service/pleasure dom + more. (Submission for Omertà collab)
Wips—
Kōtarō Bokuto, Masochismo “Masochism” ft. sadomasochism dom/sub dynamics, unexpected courting, dubcon + more.(Submission for Omertà collab)
Kiyoomi Sakusa, Pestilenza “Pestilence” ft. enemies-to-lovers, sadistic dom, potential dark content + more. (Submission for Omertà collab)
fem!reader, poc and chubby coded — dubcon, degradation «usage of words like fuck-dolly & cockslut», dumbification, hair pulling, size kink, subtle sugar daddy dynamics, rough play, d/s dynamics, oral «m!receiving».
minimal proofreadingandediting. reblogs and comments appreciated! ♡
Men who’ll happily lean against your bedroom doorway, beefy arms crossed over his chest. Heated gaze stuck on you, standing there to watch you put your finishing touches of makeup on.
The rush of male pride from seeing you sit at your ivory coloured vanity, mirror outlined by lightbulbs and surrounded by all the makeup you’d ever need, like some sweet little doll.
Surrounded by things that cost nearly five paychecks, everything he bought for you.
His sweet little doll.
Growing hard against his pants before he repositions himself, prevalent veins thumping softly and cock twitching with every move you make.
The way you use the soft-tipped lipstick to apply your favourite shade, or how you greedily coat dewy clear gloss on, even how you use your finger to pat and rub a tint into your lips.
Hypnotic.
He’s by your side in seconds, large hands making quick work of his belt and pants. Your plush cheeks smooshed together by calloused fingers, lips pouting out so harsh it hurts.
A depraved chuckle lingers in his throat, delighted at the sight of you. Fuck, how you look up at him, lips presented like a fuckdoll.
Just for him.
Manipulating his hefty cock, thumping his thickness against your face, shaft smacking your lips until they’re tender.
Before rubbing his cockhead along your sore pout, slapping your pitiful face with his cock every time you moan in protest.
Pearls of precum gather at his slit, the hearty taste of him making your head spin. Treating your poor pretty lips how he treats your needy little pussy; just something for him to use, abuse and ruin.
Watching you decorate his flushed glans with sticky lip-prints, glossy smudges along his length. Balls painfully full and cock bouncing with every breath he takes, choking out those delicious words.
“Beg me, ya’stupid lil cockslut”
And stupid you were – fat tears rushing down your cheeks, empty pussy clenching around the air as your desperate fingers rub circles into your clit.
So you’ll beg, beg and beg and beg. Pleas slurred and unintelligible, ditsy giggles littering your jumbled words, so close to cumming you couldn’t think.
Thighs quaking uncontrollably, climaxing as soon as he’s cumming on your lips.
Impatient hand pumping his sensitive cock, milking himself until he’s shooting strings of cum over your features.
Loving every second, like you always do, because you’re his obedient little fuck-dolly.
“Whatta good lil fucktoy, all cock dumb an’ pathetic, ain’t you?” He mutters, another deep chuckle and hand tangled in your hair.
“Yeshsir,” your words more habit than anything, tongue dragging along your sore assaulted lips.
Satisfied adoration, callous thumb caressing your cheek as he placed a kiss on the top of your head, “How bout we buy you that lipstick collection you wanted.”
All For One, Atsumu Miya,Enji Todoroki, Eren Jaeger, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, Hidan, Joker, Katsuki Bakugo, Kei Tsukishima, Madara Uchiha, Sosuke Aizen,Sukuna, Toji Fushiguro, Touya Todoroki, Yuji Terushima
A/n: im really sorry if this is bad this isn’t proof read and it’s been in my drafts for so long, thank for for the support beautifuls!!
Smut(oral), fluff, angst, this was a request but I can’t find the actual ask, thank you for sending it in though!!
“Oh give it up, you’ve never been with a guy y/n! We can all tell by the way you describe it, probably one of those romantic fantasy books you picked up at our last dock to get off on!” The man breaks out in a hearty chuckle as you wipe off the putrid drink that splashes on you while he convulses with laughter.
“Right! And even if she is telling the truth it probably wasn’t for long!“
“I mean who would even want her! She’s not attractive!”
You stare with resentment as they laugh, sitting wordlessly in this situation you did nothing to bring upon yourself.
“I know I wouldn’t, I personally never understood guys who like things like that! She’s not appealing to me!”
You sit with a pained smile while your “friends” bash the sex life that they asked you about. You have the body of a woman, something that men constantly prove they don’t like as they go for women with impossible anatomy and breakable figures. But that doesn’t mean that you’re not ever seen sexually, they just refuse to see that.
You’d hoped that sanji was different though, he was the only man you could tolerate, seeing as most of them were insufferable, it didn’t hurt that he was easy on the eyes too.
‘She’s not appealing to me!’ it kept on replaying in your head, as if your brain refused to register that Sanji was a sailor, a scumbag like the others. You didn’t hear any of the others as your head spinned with something that felt like betrayal.
With a half assed reason you excuse yourself and take your drink as you stank on the deck of the ship. You forget why you joined this crew till you see the ocean, the moon looking at it’s reflection as if it knows just how mesmerizing it is on the surface of the water.
Suddenly the backhanded words and shit you get for being a female pirate slip away as you simply admire the view. You look down and see your captain, you’ve always felt bad for him, he practically lives on the ocean but luffy never touches it. You always chalked it up to actions having consequences and this just happened to be his for getting these extraordinary powers.
Your mind went blank as you basked in the breeze before you heard a loud group of men exiting the cabin. Your mouth tasted bitter while you brushed past the taunting group of men.
Sanji watched you walk away with an ache in his gut, a feeling like he drank too much on an empty stomach but he didn’t have to throw up, so he ignored it. After a while he separated from the group and headed down to his quarters.
You being one of the only girls, have your own room demanding it after nami claimed your stuff took up more room than hers.
Sanji happened to be one of the only other people who kept in mind where your room was, everyone else simply didn’t care, and besides, his logic was if he remembers where your room is, his’ll be right across.
You dreaded that fact tonight as tears welled up in your eyes, you shouldn’t be crying, he might see or hear, what if he makes fun of you more? Or tells the rest of the crew? Your mind rushed as anxiety floods all your senses, pulling you into a trance, everything feeling hot and numb at the same time.
You fail to hear footsteps as you try to coerce yourself out of your vulnerable state, the ache in your body causing your hearing and sight to go into an outage.
“Are you crying…?” Your head snapped up, you stare for a while before your sight focuses and your brain processes who’s talking to you. A blond. A blond was in your doorway.
Sanji was there.
“Are you ok? What happened-“ he proceeds to walk into your room with concern, stopping as you shift away from him, refusing to make eye contact with the oblivious man. He sits at the edge of your bed. Unsure of what to say or do.
You always intimidated him, your abilities, the way you light up rooms, how you always put zoro in his place, how quickly you’re able to catch on to learning new things, You simply were an overwhelming presence that he doesn’t know how to handle…. Least that’s what he wants to believe.
“You know, you can lay your head on my shoulder if you want.” You look over at the man, refusing to acknowledge his offer, how doesn’t he care. It was so painfully obvious how fond you were of him, your neighbor used to say ‘drunk words are sober thoughts’ granted at 8 that made no sense, but it always stuck with you. He meant it, he may not have vocalized it before but he meant it.
“You amaze me, you’ve always have, you’re so talented and smart. Y/n I admire you, you may not see it but i do, i always have, ever since i saw you argue with Zoro about a better fighting technique i-“
“Sanji you can stop, I heard enough at the table, you can leave.”
He froze with one thought on his mind, ‘fuck’. He didn’t know what to say, every word caught in his throat as he grasped for the right words. What he said wasn’t right, he knew it and it weighed on his mind for the rest of the night. Your face in the corner of his eye was enough to make him stop drinking for the night, almost completely sober as he approached his room, stopping as he heard sobs and gasps. He hated it, he was horrified as he saw you so…. Broken. Never once did he consider that the strong beautiful woman he saw every day could look so lost.
He did it, he broke you, and he hated himself for it.
You saw him stand up from the corner of your eye, assuming his movements were him proceeding to the door until you see him trying to look you in the eye.
“I’m sorry,” he kneels in front of you, desperately trying to attempt to make eye contact with you. He sets his hands on each of your thighs, trying to pull your attention to him.
“Look at me y/n please..” his voice sounding bare, making every attempt with his vulnerability while also trying not to cross any lines. He liked you so much, he let his time with his friends influence his drunken mind, ignoring the pollution they were bringing into his thoughts. “Please…”
You lift your head, meeting his eyes with hesitation. “It doesn’t mean much, but I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.” Sanji unintentionally starts rubbing your things, trying to bring you comfort with his words.
Your mind starts to focus on his touch, the way he unconsciously rubs circles into your thighs, massaging the skin you allowed him to touch, as much as the situation frustrated you, you can’t help but bask in the affection he’s showing you, how intimate this would’ve been under any other circumstances.
Every fiber of your being is screaming at you to not let it go, to be skeptical at how uncharacteristically sweet and patient he’s being. But you know him, how he made a mess of the kitchen in anger while attempting to create a dish you requested the crew try. You had feelings for him, you couldn’t deny it but you knew your worth enough to not put your heart fully in pursuit of something that seemed so… hopeless.
“I like you, a lot. And I’m not going to pretend that what you said wasn’t fucked up, you publicly shat on our friendship and it was so wrong. I have standards, I know my worth and what you did was unacceptable.” He stopped his movements taking in your words before he moved to sit up on his knees, closer between your soft thighs.
“Then let me.”
“…What?”
“Let me meet your standards, let me be the person you like, let me make it up to you Y/N.”
“Sanji that’s not necessary, you can just keep it in mind and move forw-“ “Let. Me”
He gently pushed you back, looming over your plush form, “May I?” He gestured to your pants tugging at the waistband of them. You nod and ogle as he continues to hover with his hand just above your waistline. You grab his hand and place it on your stomach allowing it to splay out on the soft flesh. He pulls away before using that same hand to move your head, allowing your eyes to meet his.
“I need your words beautiful, I can’t move forward without you being perfectly comfortable.” He smiles as he sees the frustration in your eyes, not moving until he gets your full verbal ok. “So?”
“Yes, we can go forward, you can touch me, I want this, I want you.” His eyes darken as he hears your words, putting his hands to work as he refuses to look away from your increasingly flustered state, Relishing in the way you look away as he strips the pants off your lower body.
He stares for a moment resting his head on your inner thigh before he moves to kiss the same spot his head was previously on. His hand traces patterns onto your hip as he leaves marks on your thighs, ignoring your increasingly needy core.
Your impatience grew as he started to hum while kissing your thigh, knowing he was teasing you. You grind your hips up as an attempt for any friction you may happen to receive. He finally stops, moving your underwear to the side as he slides his index finger along your folds. You whimper at the contact, not expecting his rough hands to be so delicate.
He smiles whispering something about how beautiful you are under his breath, his words fall upon deaf ears as he presses onto your clit, stimulating your swollen bud. He presses a kiss onto your pussy, the tent in his pants growing as he tastes you for the first time.
His mind fills with bliss as he continues to lap up your juices, moving your thighs over his shoulders and pressing down on your hips.
“All this for me? This pretty pussy is mine, you’re mine.”
He can die a happy man knowing that he finally got to taste you, that he was the one making you squirm as he built a pattern thrusting his tongue into your hole. He continues his pace as he feels you tug on his hair, your fingers that once fondled his blond locs now gently tug at his hair while he edges you closer to your orgasm.
“Please, I’m so close…” he almost freezes as your words, your voice broken as you plead for him. He moves his hand onto your lower stomach, pressing down gently, testing out something he read in one of the books you bought while on shore. You see stars as he continues his relentless pace, the heat of the room now suffocating as you gasp for air, legs shaking and twitching as he continues.
You have to pry his face from your twitching body before he stands up and reaches for his pants, kissing you and pulling away grinning.
“I wanna hear more of those pretty moans of yours.”
He made sure that you knew how beautiful you are, after all how could a man spend so much time doing something if he didn’t love it?
