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Aloe Kisses (+18)

Sabo/AFAB Reader

Warnings: grinding, foreplay, fingering, oral sex, vaginal sex, lowkey size kink, unsafe sex, creampie, bit of a leather/glove kink, and technically office/desk sex (but not modern day AU, it's literally his office).

Words: 4319

@secretsnailor I very much wrote this in one go and did not look back once. Time will tell if this was wise. Or if it is as sweet as I meant it to be lmao.

Here's another mood pic I made but I did a painting style this time (I know the face is a little jank/uncanny, just appreciate the real MVP--the gloves)

It was late at night in the outpost for the Revolutionaries. While not as occupied as the main branches, the hidden island still held a sizable population going in and out at all hours of the night. Even right now, though their footsteps were soft. Mindful of operatives that had come in and crashed hard from various missions. It was meant more as a rest stop than somewhere to be posted regularly. Bare in everything but security and escape routes. Despite all that, you knew Sabo was here.

Not that he was supposed to be. Truthfully, he should be on vacation already on some sunny beach that only vaguely understood what Celestial Dragons were. But from day one Sabo had made it clear that he didn’t know anything. Including when to fucking rest. Even when that meant postponing his vacation on an idyllic beach somewhere—again—for the worst beach possible. Alabasta. A literal damn desert. A beach with no ocean and no end (except for the obvious ocean surrounding the island, but you didn’t care for logic right now, you were so damn mad).

Dragon had to send you over to knock some sense into Sabo because he just kept getting bolder as time went on. Sabo was gaining a bit too much heat—hence the vacation. And thankfully you brought supplies, because you know damn well he was going to be in rough shape from the merciless desert. Sabo was capable of throwing together plans on a frankly ridiculous time schedule, but packing first aid for himself was somehow beyond him! Honestly, if you didn’t love him so much, you would have let Koala do it instead.

But Koala scared you both on good days.

Thankfully, you knew exactly where Sabo’s dumbass would be. Where else but his office? Well, the nicest office this outpost had, which was Sabo’s while he was here since he was so high ranking. Same difference. Hopefully when you were done he’d buy you food like every other time.

The light was on, though fairly dim, casting hazy shadows across the room. The desk where Sabo worked on his report had an impressive pile of papers next to it. Probably neglected paperwork from whoever used it last—which really shouldn’t be here for security reasons but whatever!—and then Sabo added his page to the top. That stack, which was tall enough that Sabo could sit up straight and barely see the top, was his report. Did he… pick up more missions along the way or something?!

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a massive pain in the ass?” You huffed, closing the door behind you. Sabo jolted, spine snapping straight as he whipped his head around to look at you. For a long moment, he didn’t seem to register who you were. He smiled sheepishly.

“Oh. Sorry, sunshine. Must have lost track of time.” Sabo grimaced, glancing at his stack of papers. Snorting, you held up your bag.

“You know the drill, Sabo.” His lips twitched into a smile as his eyes softened.

How many times have you done this?

Pulling up a chair, you opened your kit and got to work. Truthfully, Sabo didn’t tend to get injured a lot outside of bruises. Not many could manage to sneak past his defenses to pull a knife. And he was a little too good at playing an airhead nobleman to get shot right away. He knows better than to leave those unattended since an incident in his early days that he swore you to secrecy about—why he thought it was normal to get munched on by wildlife you never understood. But you didn’t come here to treat bumps and bruises.

You’re here because of his burn scar.

It always bothered him when it got hot and he never wanted to take care of it properly. It lead to tension headaches and trouble with his vision. So, you whipped up a home remedy for it. Something gentle enough to go on his face and around his eye. It was a miracle he wasn’t blind if you were being honest. The initial damage must have been brutal. No one else wanted to treat it and risk Sabo lashing out, the source being an explosion and everyone knew he was a devil with a pipe. And Sabo never took the time to do it himself.

So, you stepped up to the task.

Truthfully… it was the only way you knew how to confess your feelings to him. Every time you were alone you threw insults like it was going out of style. Berating him for not taking care of himself. Reckless behavior. And… maybe because he was too blind to notice how you felt. Which honestly wasn’t his fault and you knew it! How is he supposed to know if you never tell him? He’s a tactical genius, not a mind reader. Even if you felt hopeful every time he bought you dinner in some dingy little bar.

But it really wasn’t like you ever went as far for others as you did for Sabo. You made a burn cream to make sure he’d never flinch when he smiled. You eyed the jar with a fake label—yet another layer to the lie that you totally didn’t make it just for him—before dipping your finger in it. The base of the gel was naturally aloe vera with a few troublesome ingredients you tested yourself. Cool and pleasant on your skin, you got to work gently rubbing it into Sabo’s cheekbone. The scar was flush with heat under your fingertips with a thick texture to it. It had improved a lot over the years.

The scar had broken up over the years with gentle care, allowing a wide range of expressions that he couldn’t use before. You remember when he had to squint constantly, the skin around his eye too tender for his naturally wide-eyed expression. Softly, you applied more over his eyebrow, carefully ensuring the cream was thin over his eyelid. His face twitched and you set the jar down to steady his face with your other hand.

“Stop moving, you big baby. I’m almost done.” You muttered, spreading it over the edges of the burn, “The desert did not do you any favors. At least you used the sunscreen I gave you.” You’re a little surprised he remembered it to begin with. Sabo sighed, eyeing the jar you had set down.

He looked curious as he picked it up and inspected it.

“I didn’t want to risk any complications a sunburn would cause. Got some good intel while I was there.” Sabo twisted the jar around and paused.

“I should hope it was about where you’re going to be spending at least three months. You’re supposed to be on vacation, remember?” For some reason you felt nervous but chose to ignore that, “It’s this thing people go on after they’ve worked really hard. You’ve accomplished the first part. Congrats.” You sassed in a dull voice, now finished applying the cream. You stared at him for a moment, hand still cradling his jaw.

His skin was soft, not a hint of stubble except a faint line just under his jawbone. Warm in your hand, you wondered how much longer you’ll get to do this.

Quietly (well, maybe not quietly) look after him.

Make things because you’re stupid tongue swells up exclusively around the ‘L’ word.

Sabo seemingly ignored you hand as he plucked the lid and screwed it in place. Leather brushed over the label again.

“…You used the wrong label.” Sabo muttered.

Your eyes snapped back to him and you pulled your hand away.

“Huh?”

“This says ‘sun burn cream’. You always put a label that says, ‘burn cream’ on it.” Sabo’s thin brows furrowed in thought, “I thought you recycled old jars for a while, but then I realized that it was only ever the labels that were used. Every medicine you’ve given me has been in new containers. You’re very methodical about that.” His eyes locked with yours as his train of thought drifted off.

“Uh… what… what about it?” You couldn’t help but ask, the nerves not quite hiding in your throat. After a long moment, his eyes focused back on yours and he smiled.

“Nothing! Just thought it was weird, sunshine.” Sabo put the jar down and rested his arm on top of the papers, leaning against his bicep in amusement, “Why do you pretend like you buy medicine?”

You were not expecting Sabo to turn his ‘chess master’ intellect your way.

“W-Well… it comes in handy. People don’t usually question me when I use my own stuff if it looks like it’s main brand. I don’t make like, prescription medication or anything crazy like that, just home remedies.” You stammered a bit, “And we don’t always have money for the good stuff, and counterfeit medicine is a risky business in its own right.”

“You make it?” Sabo asked, interested suddenly.

“Yeah? What, you think burn cream that can be applied directly around the eyes is sitting on a shelf in every apothecary on every island, Sabo? Especially one that breaks down scar tissue to aid mobility?” You asked, vaguely wondering if you were wrong after all about him critically analyzing your actions. Or maybe he’s not actually that smart after all. Just stupid lucky.

Sabo looked confused; nose scrunched up as he seemed to search for answers in your face.

“Why did you even care about that, sunshine?” You scoffed at him.

“You have a pretty smile. Seemed a shame to let a burn take that from you.”

And oh, did he look so good with a blush. He smiled softly, pen twirling between his fingers in a motion not unlike how he handled a pipe.

“You didn’t have to go through all that trouble, you know. I’m sure we had medicine good enough for my face back then.” Sabo mumbled into his arm softly.

“We really didn’t. And it was nothing. Inventing is practically my love language.” You snorted, putting away the jar.

Sabo gave you a considering look. Like something had just clicked and he was planning how to best execute his newest idea.

“Hey, sunshine… come closer. I want to tell you something.” Sabo whispered in a dramatically soft voice. Rolling your eyes you shifted closer. “No. Closer. It’s a secret.”

You were already touching knees. Short of climbing into his lap, you weren’t sure how much closer you could get. But he lifted his arm, the one he wasn’t leaning on playfully, and beckoned you closer.

You allowed the warm, supple leather of his glove to brush your cheek. Resolutely, you ignored your beating heart and flush cheeks.

“What is it, you idiot? We’re literally the only ones in this whole wing.” You whispered back with little heat, secretly pleased when he placed his palm against your cheek. His thumb brushed your lashes as he gently pulled you closer still.

When you could feel his breath on your lips, his eyes staring into you softly, he smiled.

“My love language is food. Mostly. You know what the other one is?” Sabo asked.

This—this felt so intimate. Your breathing stuttered slightly, but still too noticeably with Sabo inches from your face. You could pull back right now if you wanted to. Lean away. Insult him a little and shove him towards a bed—for sleeping! He needs to rest!

But you didn’t move an inch. If anything, you wanted to get closer to him. An impulse you were starting to struggle against with every passing second and brush of his glove against your skin.

“What?” Sabo’s hand brushed further back, tangling in your hair and against your scalp.

“Touch.” He pulled you in closer, lips firmly planted on your own. You squeaked softly, eyes squeezing shut as you reflexively leaned into the kiss. The smell of aloe, leather, and ink overwhelmed you. When he licked across your bottom lip, you couldn’t help but let him in, sharply inhaling as he pulled you into his lap with his now free arm. He kept the kiss relatively light, tongue only just brushing your own. Leather gloves pressed over your spine, dipping just below the hem of your shirt as he pulled back. Sabo smirked at your breathless state. “I guess I should work on my words though. Is this… okay?” Sabo asked.

Was this okay? Was this okay?!

You were shocked. Speechless save for a stiff nod.

You dreamed of this moment for quite some time. Off and on between flings, most of which you didn’t tell anyone about since it risked a line up revealing a tendency towards blondes with snarky smiles. They never lasted, but you both knew that going in. Love was fast and fleeting in the Revolutionary Army… all except for Sabo.

“I’ve admired you for a long time, you know? I don’t let just anyone touch me like you do. Consider it a… special privilege.” Sabo confessed softly, seemingly unable to resist kissing you again. “Doctors were always so clinical, but I could handle it when needed. The only exception was you. You were always gentle with me. So careful about not injuring me when you applied whatever medicine you made. I figured buying you dinner was a good repayment. I didn’t consider you felt the same way I did, but I thought that maybe you’d understand how I feel if I kept doing it.”

You felt like your face was on fire, eyes unable to look away from his.

“You were so hurt when I first saw you. But you smiled anyway, cheeky shit. Then you flinched as it pulled your burn.” You whispered, leaning so close your lips brushed his as you spoke, “I wanted to help you. Anything to see you smile again. I loved you to the point of invention and all it took was a smile.” You didn’t so much close the gap between the two of you as much as you allowed gravity to pull you in. Sabo inhaled sharply though his nose, gloves gripping your clothes to keep you there in his arms. You threw your arms around his shoulders, gripping his jacket and the back of his head.

Sabo pressed his tongue against your lips, this time going deeper, twisting it around your own. He tasted strongly like coffee and vanilla, a flavor you relished openly. When he pulled his tongue back just to lick your lips you moaned with him. With every pass of his tongue across your mouth, dipping deeper and more brazen each time, the urge to pull his hair for a deep groan grew. His hands pulled you deeper into his lap, grinding you against his clearly growing erection. After several long moment, he pulled back. Strings of spit connecting your tongues as you panted openly.

“Okay… hah… so we’re both bad with our words. We-we’ve established that. How far do you want to go? We can just… keep doing this.” Sabo offered, still grinding you against his lap.

“I-I think we’ve been circling long enough. I’m open for more… convincing, though.” Sabo’s lips twitched into a smug grin.

“Convincing, huh? Like this?” Sabo’s hand gripped your hair and slowly pulled your head back, exposing your throat. You moaned as he licked up the line of your jaw. “C’mon, I wanna hear how satisfied you are. Moan for me.” Sabo whispered against your throat, his lips and tongue hot against your skin.

“Sabo~!” You cried out as he moved his grip from your hair to cradle the back of your neck, fingers reaching over half of your throat. He leaned forward, pressing you down into his lap harder and sealing his lips over yours. The kiss was slower this time, almost sweet despite how inevitable it felt when he overwhelmed your attempts to take back control. It was only when you started squirming against his cock that he pulled back, his eyes heavy and satisfied as he seemed to loom over you.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you breathless for years, you know. You look so good with my name on your lips.” Sabo whispered, “Were you serious about going forward? We can take this… elsewhere. Or stop.” You couldn’t help but snort.

“With that hard on? It’s late, but not nearly dark enough to hide that.” You muttered breathlessly, “Besides, we could just keep kissing… maybe I don’t find myself… convinced enough.” You teased with a wry smile.

Sabo huffed in amusement.

“I better get to work then.” Sabo stood up and placed you on the desk, shoving his papers to the side until they almost tumbled over the edge. Pressing you flat on your back, he admired you for a moment. “You know… I noticed how much you like my gloves.” Sabo admitted smugly, running his hands under your shirt and sliding them under your bra. The smooth leather sent shivers down your spine as they cupped your breasts.

Exposing your chest, he ran wet kisses up your stomach until he reached his hands. Kneading the sensitive skin, he blew softly over the peaks while maintaining eye contact. Taking in every sharp inhale and shaking moan. Brushing his thumbs across the tops briefly, he leaned in for yet another kiss. His hands gripped your shirt, attempting to pull it over your head.

But by this point, you didn’t want to stop kissing him long enough to accomplish that.

“No, keep kissing me, Sabo. Please.” You mumbled against his lips when he tried to pull back again, “Just rip it. I don’t care.”

There was a pause and a chuckle.

“Okay.” Sabo smirked against you, not even trying to watch what he was doing as he ripped your shirt in half effortlessly. He laughed at your strangled moan, “Hey, you said to rip it.” He went back to kissing you again, not allowing you to respond.

Not that you knew what you would even begin to say to that... you did say to rip it after all.

He teased your breasts blindly, swallowing every sigh and moan you gave him as he rocked against your thigh. Finally, he pulled away, ignoring your complaints as he swiftly pulled down your pants. With one hand, he yanked off his neckerchief and shrugged off his shirt.

“A-Ah—you move pretty fast.” You moaned with a laugh as he ran his gloves over your thighs, gently moving you until your hips hung off the desk. Sabo smirked in the low light.

“Is that a complaint I hear?” Sabo brushed the back of his glove over your pussy, dragging his knuckle up over your clit and grinding it in. You hissed, shaking your head as you clutched the edge of the desk over your head. “Thought so, sunshine. Just… enjoy my love language.”

Leather slipped through your lower lips as he dragged his fingertips through the damp wetness that seeped out.

“Y-Your love language is fucking filthy—ahn!” Sabo slipped two fingers between your teeth. You bit down into the leather as he dipped his other fingers into your soaked pussy. Slow, dragging motions mimicked between both hands with an alternating rhythm. All the while Sabo stared down at you with open want. Soaking both his gloves, it was only when you moaned as two fingers scissored open your cunt that he leaned down and slipped his tongue into your mouth. Removing his fingers from between your teeth, he rubbed the slick leather across your nipple, teasing and pinching as he gave you open kisses.

Both of you panted as Sabo tormented you with his hands. Leather digging and teasing every sensitive inch he could reach, all the while digging and spreading his fingers in your cunt. Three hooked up, pressing into the spot that made you shake, your legs scrambling for purchase you simply couldn’t reach. Nails curling into wood as he rotated his wrist faster, tongue taking up every inch of space against your own.

Your keening moan was muffled in his lips as he spread his fingers wide in your spasming cunt. Still rocking and curling despite how you shook against his body. Now thoroughly soaked, he pulled back to show you how strings of cum clung to his glove. Making a peace sign, he licked clean up the side of his hand, running his tongue over his glove until it rested between his fingers in a lewd gesture.

“You said inventing was your love language, right?” Sabo asked with a heated look, “Think I could try your cream, sunshine?”

“Y-Yeah…” You moaned, stunned at his boldness. “It’s not meant for eating, though.” You laughed, shy but eager for the final stretch. Sabo hummed with a curious look.

“I think I’ll be the judge of that.” Sabo stepped back, leaning over your body to run open kisses down your skin. Until he reached your cunt. With one hand, he dropped his pants, clearly fisting his cock as he licked up the dripping slick. You hissed, throwing your head back as he dove in. Driving his tongue deep to curl it inwards and up your clit.

He kissed your cunt like he kissed your lips before, trying to drive the breath from your body. One hand anchoring your waist to the desk while you could hear the sound of wet leather slapping into skin hard. Dizzy, you moaned and arched your back, quickly spiraling out of control. But he didn’t push you over the edge. Not yet.

You almost sobbed when he pulled his tongue out of your quivering cunt. Wiping his mouth, he brought a wet hand to your lips. Pressing in until your teeth were pressing over his knuckle, you could taste a mix of cum.

“Bite down a little.” When you did he used his other hand to gently remove the glove, “Keep that there. Can’t have you screaming and alerting the others.” Sabo quipped, pressing his cock against your pussy, thrusting it against your clit until he was soaked as well.

Then he slowly slipping in, his thick cock forcing you open. You hissed between your teeth, the taste of cum and pre long gone, leaving only leather against your tongue and in your nose. Pulling your legs around his back, he ground his cock in deep. Pubic hair grinding against your cunt and clit. Hooking your ankles together freed his hands to reach up to your wrists, forcing his body to press down into yours. Hands, one bare of a glove, slid against yours, interlocking your fingers.

Overwhelmed and effectively pinned, you shook with every thrust slamming into your body. The desk threatened to scoot across the floor as Sabo used more force to drive his cock into you. All the while he beamed down at you, groaning low in his chest every time you squeezed his cock. The closer you both got, the faster he went, making your legs curl to keep him in you.

“Fuck, your so pretty on my cock.” Sabo grunted, “Think you can take a vacation too? We have a lot of lost time to make up for.” Sabo mused, ramming into you harder as you moaned through your teeth. Sabo buried his cock as deep as it would go. Cum dripped from your pussy as he came hard. Grinding into you to ride out his high, though never enough to send you over with him, he gazed down at you softly. Then Sabo laughed before he bit down on the glove and tugged it from between your lips, tossing it to the side with a shake of his head.

Then he withdrew just to snap his hips back against your cunt, tongue quick to muffle your scream as cum was driven from your body.

His stamina was fucking monstrous—he didn’t even pause before fucking you hard again!

“So? How about it?” Sabo grunted, relentlessly fucking you and still expecting an answer.

You struggled to respond as your body began to shake again, finally starting to reach that illusive peak.

“S-S—aH—bo—FUCK!” You cried out, head slamming back as his tongue silenced your scream. Electric waves sparked across your body as you came, Sabo still fucking you hard, only prolonging your orgasm and dragging it into overstimulation.

“Yeah? Got another one for me? Last one, I promise.” Sabo swore, desk legs slapping against the floor as he tipped it back with every thrust.

Without much of a choice otherwise, you shook and squeezed down on his cock again, keening weakly. Sabo groaned in satisfaction as he twitched and spilled into you all over again. His hands gently retreated to rub over your body and sides in soothing motions. You panted as you gave him the stink eye.

“Fuck, Sabo, you’re such an ass.” But you smiled anyway when he pulled you up into his arms, “Don’t know why I love you so much.”

Sabo laughed against your hair.

“You came pretty hard for me… Might be at least one reason.” Sabo mused, “And I meant it by the way. I’d love to spend some alone time with you. Get to know you a bit… better now that everything is out in the open.”

“I know you mean as a couple, but considering I can still feel how hard you are, I’m pretty sure we won’t be just talking about our feelings.” You laughed.

“Whoops. Sorry.” Sabo pulled out, allowing you to sigh in relief. He was not small by any means, “But I definitely wont say no to more of that.”

Pressing a kiss on his bare shoulder, you sighed.

“…Yeah. I’d love to go on vacation with you.” After a moment of thought you added, “You’re wearing so much sunscreen though.”

Sabo laughed with a wide smile as he nuzzled the side of your face.

#one piece smut #afab reader #one piece sabo #minors dni #sabo is lowkey a damn stamina monster and it shows #rip that pu--#have fun i guess

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