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The Hat Rule.
Characters: Portgas D. Ace, Buggy the Clown, Dracule Mihawk, Trafalgar Law [ uses they/them ], X-Drake / Gender Neutral Reader
Word Count: 2,422
Rating: Mature
Warnings: None
Author's Notes: I'm a sucker for the Hat Rule, sue me. Nothing but some subtle spice. Enjoy!
You would be lying if you said it hadn’t been thrilling to sneak up behind them and pluck the hat off their head. They were so attached to it, it was funny! Of course, sentimentality was one thing- but really, the way they had paused, reaching up to touch their head as if confused at the sudden loss had been far too comical for you to even consider not laughing at. But the moment they had turned, had called out your name-
You ran.
You had sprinted across the dock back towards safety, hat clutched in your hand as they followed after you. But you were faster- always had been quicker on your feet. You scurried up the gangplank, avoiding collisions with your fellow shipmates as you made your way below deck to your quarters. You thought you were safe, you really had! Taking a minute to catch your breath, you settled the hat atop your own head with a grin.
Success!
That is, until the door opened. You turned, eyes widening in surprise at the sight of the owner of said hat, leaning against the door with an expression that lingered between amused and… Something else. Something darker. You suddenly realized you had cornered yourself in your haste to escape- and now, you had nowhere to run.
──Portgas D. Ace [ 353 ]
Your heart hammered in your chest as Ace chuckled, arms crossed over his chest as you leaned back against the opposite wall. “You had your fun,” he spoke softly, holding a hand out to you. “Now gimme my hat back.”
“No.” You replied defiantly, instead putting the hat on your own head. You turned, studying your reflection in the mirror on the wall, tilting your head to and fro as a smile curved your lips. “I think it looks better on me, really,” you couldn’t help but tease.
“There’s a rule ‘bout wearin’ someone else’s hat, y/n.” Ace sighed, stepping in, closing the door behind himself- and locking it, something that had your breath faltering. A rule? What was he talking about? It was just a hat! Even so, he crossed the room with a few strides, settling behind you. His hands smoothed across your hips, his head dipping down to press chaste kisses along your throat. “You wear the hat, you ride the sailor,” he murmured against the shell of your ear, his gaze finding your own in the reflection.
Hunger. That’s what that expression was; his beautiful brown eyes dark in the soft light of the room. Your heart stuttered in its beat as he kept your gaze locked with his own, lips pressing over where your carotid artery lay in your throat. “Oh,” you whispered back, blinking slowly as his hands wandered. Fingers plucked at the edge of your shirt, dragging it up slowly with his fingers as they trailed heated paths across your skin. His Devil Fruit ability- oh, how you loved that.
“Whattya say, y/n?” He asked, biting at your shoulder gently, not enough to cause pain but certainly enough to draw a gasp out of your lips. You nodded mutely, transfixed by your reflections as he grinned wolfishly over your shoulder. “That’s my baby.” A damn near growl as he tugged your back against his front, subtle grinds of his hips giving you a clear image of just how much he wanted you.
You were suddenly glad you decided to steal his silly little hat.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───
──Buggy the Clown [ 464 ]
It had been a celebration. Another successful show, another successful tithe paid from the townsfolk. One of those rare times where your Captain was genuinely happy, laughing with his crew as the bonfire burned brightly on the beach. But you weren’t there- no, you were sitting on the throne in the center ring of the Big Top, orange tricorn settled atop your head as you waited.
You didn’t have to wait for long.
“Y/n,” Buggy called out as he sauntered in, his gaze settling on your form sitting in his chair, wearing his hat. The sight had his breath faltering, had his mouth suddenly dry. You looked damn good sitting there, almost as good as he did. Your legs kicked up over the arm, your lips curved into a cheeky grin. His hat… His hat on your head.
He approached slowly, the sounds of the celebration fading behind him as he reached the throne. “Look at you! All comfortable in my chair, wearing my hat.” He muttered, one hand grabbing your chin, forcing your head up and back to meet his gaze. The other settled on the top of the throne as he leaned his weight against it, hovering over you.
“Your hat?” You countered with faux confusion. You reached up, touching the tricorn. “I could’ve sworn this was my hat.”
“Brat.” Buggy hissed as you grinned.
You leaned up, sitting upright as your legs shifted down from the arm of the couch. “Yeah? Am I?” You continued to taunt, watching as your lover’s gaze brightened with the game you had decided to play.
“Yaknow, there’s this funny little rule that comes with wearing someone else’s hat.” His thumb brushed against your lower lip. You leaned into the touch, gaze flickering down to his painted smile.
“What is it?” You breathed as he shifted closer. When you’d stolen his hat, you’d let his hair down. Aquamarine tresses spilled over his shoulders, falling forward to cloak you, giving an odd form of privacy as his lips ghosted against your own.
“Wear the hat, ride the Captain.” Buggy murmured as he captured your lips in a kiss. Paint smeared against your skin as you reached up, tangling your fingers in his hair, drawing out a pleased hum from him as he pressed closer.
You pulled back with a nip to his lip, watching the way he crumbled beneath you so easily. “Ride the Captain, eh?” The thought set a fire in you. You rose to your feet, swapping places with a hand against his chest, shoving him down into his throne. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to fuck you here.”
“Shit,” he chuckled, hands settling on your waist as you took your place on his lap. “Keep the hat on.”
“Yes, Captain.”
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──Dracule Mihawk [ 516 ]
You felt like royalty as you ran through the halls of the castle. Perhaps it was the romance novels you’d read over the years, but there was something particularly thrilling about running through corridor after corridor with the tricorn clutched to your chest. You found yourself in the library, chest rising and falling with deep breaths as you turned to face the doors. Any moment now, Dracule would walk in.
It was worth it. Grabbing his tricorn the moment he’d docked at the island, running as fast as your legs could carry you back to the castle. You worried your lip as you looked down at the black leather, fingers brushing against the stitching. After a moment’s hesitation, you raised the hat- and settled it atop your head.
The doors swung open.
“Darling,” Mihawk drawled. Yoru wasn’t on his back; his coat had been discarded, no doubt left by the front entryway. He sighed, taking in the sight of you in the moment. Cheeks flushed, hat perched atop your head; you were bathed in the orange glow of the fireplace. The sun had already set behind you; no light spilled through the large windows.
A piece of art, you were.
“I believe you have something that belongs to me.” Slow steps drew him closer, even as you took shorter steps backwards- until you stumbled, ending up on your rear on the rug before the fireplace. Mihawk chuckled as he stood over you, arms crossed over his chest.
You found your words at last, grinning up at your lover. “I dunno what you’re talking about.” Cheekily, you leaned back on your elbows as Dracule knelt, reaching out to cup your cheek gently. “All I have is this shirt… And this hat.”
“... That’s all?” His gaze flickered down to your legs- bare, he realized. When had you stripped your trousers? He was certain you had been wearing them when you met him at the dock. “There’s a certain tradition when you wear another’s hat.”
“Tell me about it.” You sighed as his hand smoothed along your calf, gently massaging the muscle. He moved slowly, crawling over your form as his hands left your leg and cheek, balancing his weight over you. He dipped his head, stealing a kiss from you that had your head swimming by the end of it. The ghost of a brush of his tongue against your lip before he parted; you leaned forward, chasing him.
“Wear the hat,” he murmured as he shifted, arm curling around your waist. In a movement too quick to track, he’d rolled you both, settling you on his lap as he settled on the rug. His fingers gripped your thighs, dangerously high to rucking up your- no, that was certainly his- shirt. “Ride the pirate.”
“Oh,” you breathed, mind growing fuzzy with the lust that was beginning to course through your veins. You shift your hips slowly, feeling your lover respond in kind. A groan pulled free of you as your hands settle on his chest, fingers gripping at his shirt. “Oh, I think I like that one.”
“Good.”
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──Trafalgar Law [ 450 ]
It was hard to hide in a submarine. This was your first- no, second- mistake. Taking your Captain’s hat was the first mistake. Hiding in the submarine was the second. And the third? Deciding to add insult to injury by hiding in their own quarters. Was it the brightest of ideas? No. But Shachi wasn’t going to let you get out of the bet without consequences, and like hell you were going to cough up five hundred berries.
So, you stole Law’s hat. And then had run for your damn life.
You could hear the heavy footsteps of their boots as they approached. You panicked- and tugged the white hat on as the door opened, revealing the frustrated face of Law. They paused, brow furrowing at the sight of you standing in the middle of their quarters. “The boiler room would have been a better hiding place,” they taunted sarcastically, closing the door behind themself before leaning back against it.
“I uh, I panicked?” You shrugged, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. You reached up, patting the hat on your head. “I get why you wear it. ‘S comfy.”
“It looks good on you.” They admitted softly, pushing off the door to cross the room, settling before you. Their hand raised, brushing a strand of hair back behind your ear. “Almost as good as it looks on me,” they finished, lips curving into that signature cocky grin that had you stomach twisting.
You reached out, settling your hands on their chest, “There’s this lil’ thing,” words barely above a whisper; they had to focus on you to really hear. “This lil’ rule I remember learnin’ about.”
“And what would that be?” They asked just as softly, hands settling on your hips, drawing you closer, pressing your form against their own. Their hands squeezed slowly, the pressure enough to draw a pleased sigh from you.
You leaned in, lips brushing against their ear. “If I wear my Captain’s hat- I have to ride them.” A nip against the shell of their ear had a shudder dancing across them. You could have sworn a soft ‘fuck’ had slipped free from them. “Is that right?”
They pulled back, hand coming up to grip your jaw. A mischievous light had settled in their gaze as they studied you. You weren’t sorry; not a single speck of sympathy lingered in your expression, in your words, in your teasing. “You are, y/n-ya.” They rasped as they leaned in, stealing a kiss. Their teeth grazed your lip as they guided you backwards, until the back of your knees hit the bed. You sank slowly, but they didn’t part- not until you pulled back, panting.
“Captain-”
“Keep it on.”
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──X Drake [ 399 ]
You had managed to stumble into your quarters on the Liberal Hind, only to realize that oh- well, shit. That’s a mistake. You curse yourself softly as you try to figure out how to get out of this mess. It had been a silly idea. You hadn’t seen your Captain laugh in a while- and thought that hey, stealing the hat would be funny!
Apparently not, given the yell that had come from him as you sprinted away.
Your heart skipped more than one beat as the door to your quarters swung open, revealing the tall form of your Captain, X-Drake. You swallowed roughly around nothing as he studied you, brow furrowed. He ran a hand through his hair with a huff, stepping in and closing the door behind himself.
Slowly, you raised the hat- and placed it on your own head.
Worth it, you thought to yourself as your lover’s eyes widened in shock as he turned around once more. “Missing something?” You teased, arms crossing over your chest as he studied you.
“That’s my hat.” He stated simply, taking a step forward. “Why did you take it?”
“Maybe I want it.” You shrugged, watching the way his eye twitched at the blatant insubordination you showed. Former Marines, always so strict. You worried your cheek as you glanced away. “I think it looks good, don’t you?”
“It…” He faltered, drawing in a slow breath. “It does look good, yes.” He crossed over to you, reaching out a hand to grasp the hat- only to pause. You were at port. The crew was working on supply runs. Alone on the ship. His hand lowered to tilt your chin up gently, his demeanor shifting as he tilted your head to the left- and then the right. “It suits you well,” he murmured, voice damn near molten gold with the way it poured over you.
You shuddered, gaze rising to meet his own. “What’s that old saying… Wear the hat, ride the Captain?”
His jaw clenched; the hand on your chin flexed. Got him. “You’re nothing but trouble,” he groaned as his hands smoothed down your sides, hooking in the waistband of your trousers, tugging you closer to himself. “You need to be disciplined. Stealing from your captain…”
“Then do it,” you whispered, leaning in to ghost a kiss along his jaw. “After all, I did steal.”
“Turn around.”
“Yes, sir.”
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The Coat
Rating: M
Warnings: Subtle smut, suggestive content, getting caught. MDNI.
Characters: Trafalgar Law, Donquioxte Doflamingo, Akagami no Shanks, Captain Smoker, x GN!Reader
A/N: Consider this a sister to The Hat Rule. Enjoy.
Law
Word Count: 281
The Polar Tang had docked for a supply run, the submersible quiet as the crew had all taken advantage of this rare porting. You’d taken advantage of it as well, settled in the office of your Captain. You’d offered to take log of what supplies were and weren’t needed- and you had, the ledger sitting on the edge of the desk. But what had drawn your attention was the coat that draped over the chair you were sitting in.
It smelled like Law.
Your eyes closed as you breathed in the scent; it was undeniably him. An undercurrent of antiseptic that clung to him at all times, but atop that- the body wash that they used ( vanilla musk, bourbon, something woodsy- sandalwood? ) coupled with their natural scent. You felt your heart race in your chest as your mind raced. You couldn’t… But no one was here. No one would find you.
Your hand made up your mind, slipping under your boiler suit to press against yourself, a stutter of a sigh spilling free at the blessed pressure. Gentle strokes stoked a fire within you, and in a matter of minutes, you were already aching, rutting into your own hand with soft gasps of his name.
“Did you finish-” Their voice spilled into the room, dragging a startled squeak out of you as you froze- as did he. Eyes widening in surprise, he studied you for a moment: features flushed, chest rising and falling rapidly, suit unzipped clear to your stomach, sitting in his chair, face buried in his coat. “-the logs?”
“I-”
“Don’t stop now.” Law closed the door behind themself, locking it once it latched. “Continue.”
“Captain?”
“Did I stutter?”
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Doflamingo
Word Count: 245
Your fingers brushed against the feathered coat of your… Paramour? You weren’t anything exclusive, nothing that you could certainly put a name on. But he kept you close, gave you gifts, caressed you like you were something precious. Paramour, other half, lover. Or, you could be. The option had been given more than once.
( You’re surprised he hadn’t simply ordered you, yet. )
You settled down on the couch, leaning your head into the coat as a makeshift pillow, drawing in the scent that clung to it. Oud wood, bourbon, sandalwood, and spice clung to the fabric, much like the cologne that he preferred to use. The scent made your mind grow nearly foggy, eyes slipping shut.
Your thighs pressed together as heat settled low. You’d be lying if you said you’d never thought about fucking him. He’s so big, and his hands… A soft sigh spilled free as you shifted, your hand smoothing down your front before coming to press between your thighs, giving delicious pressure. You sighed as you rocked into your touch, not noticing the door opening- or closing.
Not until your hand was suddenly pulled away by a taut wire. Eyes flying open, you were greeted with the man himself, crouched in front of you. “What do we have here?”
“Doffy-”
“Oh, please. Don’t stop on my accord,” your hand was freed, though you felt like a deer trapped in the headlights. “Keep going.”
And who were you to disobey an order?
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ShanksWord count: 239
The coat had been dropped over your shoulders as your lover left to shower. You’d made port for the evening to avoid sailing directly into a storm. Shanks had been raving about the hot springs that fueled the inn you’d decided to stay at, something the entire crew were looking forward to.
You plopped onto the large bed, wrapped up in his coat. Hands smoothed over the worn material; there were a few runs that you’d need to fix at some point. But something caught your attention- the barest hint of the way Shanks tended to smell. Whiskey, burning wood, and an odd touch of orchid- something you knew came from your own body wash. To know that your scent had mingled with his own enough that it clung to his coat had you flushing with pride.
He’d be a while…
You moaned softly as your hand busied itself between your thighs, face buried in the sleeve of the coat, eyes squeezed shut. You were already close, so pent up-
“If ye wanted me that badly, ye could’ve said something, love.” Shanks’ voice interrupted you. You jerked your hand away, eyes widening.
“I thought you’d be a while still!”
“So ye thought ye could get off while I was away?” He ‘tsk’ed, shaking his head as he walked closer to the bed. “Came to ask if ye wanted to join me- but I think I know the answer, now.”
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SmokerWord Count: 262
“I’ll be right back.” Smoker had said before he slipped out, leaving you in his office. You’d met on the sea, your ship and his own; it made for the perfect excuse to get together and talk. It’d been nearly six months since you’d last seen one another, and the time- and distance- had certainly been a pain in the ass.
Not like you two were together or anything. No, you were almost certain the feelings were purely one-sided.
You settled back in your chair, only to pause; he’d left his jacket behind, draped over the back of the chair you sat in. Curiosity getting the better of you, you leaned over, breathing in deeply. Cigar smoke, pine, vanilla musk, and bourbon greeted your senses. Shit. You shifted in your seat, glancing towards the door to ensure that yes, you were alone.
Shame colored your cheeks at the way your thighs tensed, at the way you could feel heat growing. Worrying your lip, you pressed your hand between your thighs, hoping to ease a bit of the tension. Your hips rocked on their own accord; a stuttering sigh spilled free as you closed your eyes, imaging that it was his hand instead of your own-
The door opened. You squeaked, jerking your hand up, pulling your face back from the jacket. Smoker paused, taking in your flushed cheeks, the way you’d gone rigid, before a chuckle escaped him. “Doll, if you wanted me,” he murmured, closing the door behind himself, locking it. “All you had to do was ask.”
“Smoker-”
“Come here.”
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Dinner & Diatribes
Series: Think I Need Someone Older
Word Count: 4,840
Rating: E
Characters: Dracule Mihawk, Fem!Reader
Warnings: Smut. Pure smut. Mihawk is on his knees for you and he is hungry.
Tags: Smut, cunnilingus, eating out, squirting, fingering, Mihawk being a tease, cannibalism as an allegory for love and/or sex
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The island was larger than you had initially thought. With how Dracule had explained it, the picture you’d painted in your mind was something more akin to Windmill Village. But this- oh, this towering city floating in the middle of the sea was everything and more. Canals that traced through each level, making essential roads that yagura-led -gondolas wound through. Water 7, the legendary floating city full of shipwrights, pirates, and civilians alike. One of the very few places without a strong Marine presence- a relief for you.
The two of you had met a few years prior. One thing led to another, which led to a room in an inn, which led to you sobbing and begging for him to not stop. Now, anytime the two of you having been in the same place at the same time, hitching a ride hadn’t been much of an issue. A break from your own crew for a “date night” as your First Mate had put it, much to your annoyance.
“Here,” Dracule murmured, reaching a hand down to grasp your own, helping you step down onto the dock. The sound of laughter and yelling drew your attention away, gaze trailing over the shipwrights and dock yards. You’d heard stories of Water 7, but had never found a reason to seek out the aid of the legendary builders. Yet here you were; as he led you away from the ship, you found yourself distracted by the large galleons that were being built, repaired, or setting sail on their maiden voyages.
“This is… Wow,” you breathed out a laugh, shaking your head at the craftsmanship. “Now that I’m here, I can only picture what’s wrong with my own ship,” not necessarily a joke, though your tone made it sound as such. Dracule hummed as he dropped your hand, his own gaze sharp.
A target on the back- one for each of you separately, and a much larger one for you two to be spotted together. But who would dare encroach upon Dracule Mihawk? Haughty swordsmen who thought themselves better than the Greatest, that was who. Luckily, it seemed that reputation did matter in Water 7, as the two of you were given a large berth. “I’ve business I need to attend to before our dinner,” his voice drew you from your thoughts; you glanced up, meeting the keen golden eyes of your not so secret lover. “The hotel I’ve booked is two tiers up. Take the yagura to this address,” always demanding, he placed a slip of paper into your grasp. “I’ll be there soon.”
“What, no time to stroll along with me?” You teased, stepping closer. He tensed, but didn’t push you away- no, rather, he drew you even closer with a hand upon your waist, pulling you flush to his own form.
“If I remained with you, I would get nothing done.” He leaned down, lips brushing against your own in a ghost of a kiss. “And I would much rather save that for after our dinner.” A nip of his teeth against your lip had you gasping before he pulled away, adjusting his hat. He turned sharply on his heel and ducked down an alleyway- and within moments, you lost sight of him.
Not even a goodbye.
With a sigh, you turned to flag down a yagura to ride on. While you wanted to spend time exploring the city- the knowledge of what this night could bring was sitting at the forefront of your mind, making you adjust your skirt to cross your thighs a touch tighter. Even so, you did enjoy the sights you were able to see: a grand water fountain, plenty of storefronts that looked promising, restaurants that you were certain were above your normal indulgence range.
It wasn’t long before the yagura- a sweet thing that had more spots than you’d ever seen on one- pulled up to the front of a large hotel. Nearly four floors tall, you felt your heart stop as you looked at the people coming and going from it. You were almost- no, you WERE certain- some of these people were famous. With their clothing, the way they had their own security detail- oh, Mihawk, what did you do? You stepped from the yagura onto the sidewalk and reached over to offer it a gentle pet on the snout before turning towards the front. The door was covered with a black awning- and had a red carpet leading beyond golden doors. The outside architecture was elegant- older, speaking back to a time before you had been born, but beautifully attended to.
You felt under dressed. Clenching your jaw, you made your way inside, ignoring the sideways glances sent your way as you approached the front desk. “I have a room.” You stated with confidence, chin raised, gaze level with the man behind the desk.
“Name?”
“It should be beneath Mihawk.”
“You-… You are his guest, I presume?” Stumbling over his words for a moment, the concierge leaned down to procure a golden key with the room number etched onto the body. “You will be staying on the top floor. The Garnet Suite.” He rushed to explain, gesturing to someone behind you to take your bag from your shoulder. “Please- let us know if there is anything- anything- you desire.”
“Thank you.” You glanced to the bellhop curiously- a petite woman whose eyes were wide in awe as she followed you to the elevator. “How long have you worked here?” You asked as she rang the elevator.
“Only a few months,” she answered quietly, her cheeks rosy. “Sure must be important to be… His guest.”
“You think so?” You teased, watching the way her mouth opened and closed a few times before she bobbed her head quickly, dirty blonde hair swaying with the movement. “I think you’re right. I mean- if you can keep a secret?”
“I can!”
“He isn’t the only one with a large bounty on his head.” You winked as you stepped into the elevator. She followed after with an expression reading of awe. It took her a moment to close the door and to select the floor- but that was alright. “You aren’t used to pirates, yet?”
“No, ma’am. I’m still… This is all new to me. I’m not even from here! I just- I wanted to see more of the world, and Water 7 is the social hub!”
“Where are you from?”
“The North Blue, ma’am.”
“You certainly are a long way from home, then!” You couldn’t help but smile fondly; she was sweet, this bellhop. She still had a lot to learn, certainly, but she would do well. “What’s your name?”
“Liliana, ma’am.”
“Well, Liliana- I think I can handle it from here. But thank you for helping me,” you opened the coin purse that hung from your hip, fishing out a few berries that had her eyes widening even further, if that were possible. “For your trouble.”
“Oh, thank you!” Her grin was bright as you stepped out into the hall. “Thank you very much!” She reached out to grasp the door, shutting it once more. Turning, you made your way to the room; plaques hung beside each door with the name of the room.
Ruby, spinel, jasper… Ah, garnet. They must separate floors by the colors of gemstones, you thought to yourself as you unlocked the door. Stepping in, you had to pause to take in the sight. It was breathtaking; a large balcony separated by twin glass doors, covered with semi-sheer, off-white curtains. The bed was a four poster with black sheets; golden detailing was etched into the wood, but that wasn’t even the show stopper. No, it was the rest of the room. The walls were painted a rich garnet tone with ivory pillars set into the walls with decorative filigree carved into both stone and wood. As your head turned, you realized with a flush that it was one large room- the claw foot tub sat across from the bed, a shower tucked into the corner. Twin sinks were posed on either side, though a large mirror ran across the length, framed by gold.
How much had Dracule paid for this room alone? You were almost afraid to ask.
Closing the door behind yourself, the lock clicked into place. You set your bag down at the foot of the bed and crossed over to the large mahogany wardrobe, opening it, only to find that no, it wasn’t empty. A garment bag hung with a note scrawled in Mihawk’s hasty handwriting:
“Wear this for dinner.”
Curiosity piqued, you unzipped the bag and slipped the cloth off to reveal a stunning gown of ruby, silken in it’s make. Your size, you noted; draped collar with thin straps, the back plunging and crisscrossed with thin straps you knew were only there for decoration. A slit clear to what would be mid-thigh, too-
“Sweet Aphrodite, Mihawk.” You hissed, shaking your head as you turned away. Now it made sense, why he’d asked you to bring heels. Well, in the meantime- freshening up would be nice. You strolled over to the bath, fingers trailing along the ivory lip of the tub. This close to the mirror, you noticed that it gave a perfect view of the bed. Your lips curled in a mischievous smirk as you turned the tab on the tub. A glance to the left to the windows that offered a lovely view of the sky. No one could see in.
Perfect.
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Someone had come to retrieve you- one of the waitstaff for the hotel. You’d had enough time to bathe, apply makeup, and dress before the man had arrived. The dress was, indeed, your size- clinging to your form in a way that could almost be considered sinful. The ruby tone caught the light regardless of which way you turned. You’d paired your lips with the dress, the red stark against your skin. As you entered the restaurant attached to the hotel, you felt eyes turn to take you in.
In that moment, you felt like the most important woman in the world. Your lips curved into a slow smile as you spotted your date, who was slowly rising to his feet. He’d forgone his normal wardrobe, though Yoru was leaning against the wall behind him. His own suit was black, tailored to fit him. “This was a pleasant surprise,” you greeted as he reached out, taking your hand in his.
He leaned in, brushing a kiss against your cheek. “You look delicious,” he murmured in your ear before pulling back to pull your chair out for you. A shudder threatened to dance across your skin as you settled down into the chair. Somewhere in the restaurant, a piano played live. “I hope the room met your expectations.”
“Met and exceeded,” you replied with a shake of your head. “This was too much- all of this-”
“Nonsense.” He waved a hand through the air as if to dispel your words. “For you? It’s worth it. I hope you don’t mind, I ordered wine for the table.”
“Perfect.” A vintage red, perfect to pair with dinner. As you glanced over the menu, you tried to ignore the prices listed. Expensive tastes; of course he’d have expensive taste. “You seem familiar with the island. How often have you visited?”
“A few times.” The dismissive tone had you rolling your eyes as the waiter approached. You gave your order- a pasta dish with white sauce paired with a side salad. Mihawk ordered a steak- medium rare, some sort of a pasta dish you weren’t familiar with, and informed the man that the desert would be to-go. You raised your brow at that, head tilting to study him. “To go?”
“Mhm.” He hummed as he sipped on his wine, gaze trailing along your bare arms, settling on your collarbones for a moment. He was right; the dress had been the perfect choice for you. “I don’t intend to linger here longer than necessary.” The hotel was perfect, one he was more than familiar with. He only hoped it was up to your expectations. “Why?”
“Just curious.” Your gaze slipped away, cheeks flushing under the intense stare. Your legs crossed under the table, thighs pressing closer to offer some relief to the pressure you felt beginning to build. “Did you finish whatever business you had?”
He nodded before settling his chin upon his palm. The hat was still on his head, hiding his features from most everyone at the restaurant- aside from yourself. “I did. Some repairs that I required to be finished tonight before we left in the morning.”
“A shame we have to leave so soon. This truly is a beautiful city…” You sighed, lip jutting out in a pout.
Across from you, Mihawk chuckled, shaking his head. “I’ve business to attend to after we finish here, you know that.”
“Some big meeting with the World Government, I’m aware. Tell me, what is so pressing?” No news had broken yet, but there were tensions that had certainly gotten the seas astir. “Or is that some secret you’d have to kill me for?”
“You know the answer to that, darling.” Mihawk purred, leaning back in his chair, a small smirk curving the corners of his lips upwards. He watched you squirm in your seat, affected by the threat and the rumble of his tone. Your fingers drummed upon the top of the table, a telltale giveaway of how much you were anticipating the events that would follow this dinner, much to his delight. “How did you like the room?”
“Oh!” Your attention returned fully, gaze sparkling as you gestured vaguely. “It’s stunning! The latticework was so intricate- and the filigree? Oh, Dracule, you outdid yourself this time. And don’t get me started on the way the room is set up? That four poster is simply to die for! And the bathtub? It was big enough that I couldn’t touch the other end- a perfect soaking tub.”
“So you enjoyed it?”
“Oh, certainly. The balcony is a fun touch. I had the doors open while I bathed to get that warm sea breeze…” You trailed off, worrying your lip for a moment before releasing it. “The mirror is interesting. Such a perfect angle for the bed…”
“So you noticed.”
“That hotel used to be a brothel, didn’t it?”
“Perhaps, once, many years ago. It no longer serves that purpose.”
“Tell me, Dracule- am I just a high priced whore to warm your bed?” You teased, foot settling on the inside of his calf. Slowly, you drug it up the inside of his leg, watching the way he tensed, the way his gaze darkened. “Someone who can take care of you? Take away all of those stressors-”
“The highest.” He interrupted, sitting up straighter as his gaze shifted to over your shoulder. Food. You smile as your plates are sat before you. “Thank you,” Mihawk dismissed the waiter with less than a glance.
You could have sworn you heard the boy mutter “prick” under his breath.
Conversation lapsed into silence as you ate. You had to hand it to the chef, he certainly knew what he was doing with his pasta. But your mind wasn’t on the pasta- it was on the way Dracule kept looking at you, as if you were the meat on his plate that he was devouring, rather than the steak that was rare enough it still bled, making its own gravy. How long had it been since the two of you had any time alone? Weeks, at this point. Between your own crew, your own plundering, and Mihawk’s schedule, finding any time to be alone had been difficult- until now.
A bag was presented along with the check as your plates were cleared away. “What did you order?” You whispered as he came around, pulling your seat out for you. You had a bit of a sweet tooth, something he was well aware of.
“Something sweet.” He replied as he left payment on the table before settling Yoru on his back once more. Once settled, he took hold of the bag in one hand while his other settled on the small of your back, leading you through the winding tables. Couples of all ages paused in conversation as you passed, shock and awe spread across their expressions.
You couldn’t help the rush of pride that swept through you. Yes, that’s right- Mihawk was yours. He was the one at your back. His hand was the one settled just above the curve of your ass. The one who had rented the hotel room, the one who had paid for your dinner, who had brought you here for time away from your crew- time alone with him.
You were his- and he, equally yours.
Crossing the lobby to the elevators, you shifted, moving his hand from your back to twine your fingers together. A soft hum pulled free from him at the movement, though you paid it no mind. He didn’t care, really- as long as he could touch you, that’s all that mattered to Mihawk. His hand gave yours a gentle squeeze as the bellhop opened the door for the elevator. A man this time, you noted as you two stepped in- and he stepped out quickly, face paling dramatically in a way that had you laughing.
Mihawk looked almost amused as he pulled the gate closed.
Alone, his hand pulled free to reach up, settling at the base of your neck, just above your spine. A gentle squeeze had your eyes falling closed, breath stuttering. “I believe I’m still hungry,” Mihawk sighed, tutting softly. “I suppose I’ll need to have my desert sooner rather than later.”
“Is that so?” You breathed out, features flushing as you reached your floor. You opened the gate quickly, stepping out ahead of Mihawk- who still had his hand on your neck, not allowing you to turn. Leading, guiding you to your room. “And here I was, thinking I had the sweet tooth.” You taunted, pulling the key free from your garter to unlock the door. An old habit- normally, a knife would have been there.
A gentle shove in had you stumbling forward. Mihawk kicked the door closed, already setting Yoru aside with great care. “Do you have any idea how delectable you are in that dress?” He murmured, turning as he clicked the lock into place. Your breath caught in your throat as he removed his hat, hanging it on the door handle- a habit you learned was to know if anyone tried to jimmy the lock to break in. “How I was tempted to cut dinner short just to rush you back up here? To feel the way your skin had warmed the silk.”
“No, I- I hadn’t realized you were affected that much.” He had a remarkable poker face, really. You stepped closer, meeting him halfway as his hands settled on your hips, tugging you closer. His fingers rucked up the fabric with how he gripped you in that moment. It was exhilarating as you reached up, cupping his cheeks as he studied you. “Then why don’t you do something about it?”
And so, he did.
Lifting you up with ease, hands gripping your thighs as he carried you to the bed. A squeal had escaped you at the sudden movement, though you couldn’t help the laughter that followed as he tossed you down. It was rare that Dracule became playful, but oh, how you relished it. The way he crawled over you, trapping you beneath his body- and within his kisses. Full of passion, you reached up to tangle a hand in his hair. One leg rose, hooking around his hips, tugging him down against yourself.
He hadn’t been the only one affected, after all.
“I could devour you,” Mihawk sighed into the kiss, trailing more down your jaw, to your throat, where he busied himself with making sure the world knew who you belonged to by leaving bruise after bruise. When he reached the juncture of neck and shoulder, he paused, teeth scraping the sensitive skin before biting down. A surprised yell escaped you, prompting you to tug on his hair. “May I?” He breathed against your skin, soothing the bite with a swipe of his tongue. “May I devour you? My dessert?”
“Mihawk,” you were panting already, heart hammering within your chest. His pupils were blown with lust, you noted; no doubt your own were the same. “Gods above, please. Please- I need you. I need you so badly, I ache for you.” You whined, shifting your hips as he sat up on his knees, tugging off the tie he wore, followed by the dress shirt- all but ripping it to remove it, tossing the ruined fabric aside.
He moved back off the bed, only to kneel at the end. You reached back, grabbing hold of the pillows to make things more comfortable for yourself- and for you, too. You tossed one down for him to kneel on, drawing a genuine smile from him as he shook his head. You placed a pillow behind your head, and one under yourself to raise your hips up. A better angle, you’d learned.
Carefully, he removed your heels, taking a moment to massage one foot, then the other. An appreciative hum pulled free from you as you settled back against the bed, eyes falling closed to enjoy the feeling of calloused hands smoothing across the smooth skin of your legs. A kiss was pressed to your right ankle, a nip at your calf that had your leg tensing momentarily. His hand settled behind your knee, prompting you to bend it, to settle it over his shoulder. And then- a gasp was ripped free at the feeling of his tongue laving a slow trail along the inside of your thigh. You sighed, eyes opening to study the ceiling, expecting for him to dive in-
Only to receive a bite on your left thigh. Your leg tensed once more before a surprised sound escaped as his tongue- his damned tongue- pressed against your core through your underwear. “Mihawk,” you whispered, hands fisting the lavish duvet beneath you.
“You’ve already soaked through your panties,” he taunted, turning his head to kiss at the juncture of your leg and pelvis. “What were you thinking about?” He mused as his fingers crept forward. Something clinked- you didn’t register what it was until cool metal pressed against the skin of your thigh. The Kogatana, you realized. “Was it this?”
“If you rip this pair, I’ll never forgive you.”
“I’ll buy you five of the same.”
“… That’s a good deal.” The sound of fabric ripping, of the flat of the blade pressing against your skin had goosebumps breaking out. He tugged your underwear off and away, the ruined fabric joining its predecessor- his shirt- on the ground somewhere. You’d find them later, it wasn’t important right now. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you watched as he carefully slid the Kogatana back into its sheath before removing it entirely from his neck. He looked up, meeting your gaze as he guided your thighs to settle back upon his shoulders. With a tug, he had you laying back once more with a breathless laugh that morphed into a moan as his tongue licked a slow path along your core.
Once.
Twice.
Three times before his thumbs settled on your lips, spreading you for him. “It’s almost like the nectar of the Gods,” he murmured against you, tongue laving against you from entrance to clit in firm, broad, warm strokes that had you gasping for air quicker than you thought possible. “I could get drunk off the taste.”
“Dracule,” you whined, a hand coming to settle in inky tresses, tugging none to softly, drawing a growl out from your lover.
In retaliation, he turned his head and nipped at your thigh, though it only drew a startled moan free. He returned to his goal, licking like a man starved, as if he truly did intend on eating you. His lips settled around your clit, creating a momentary vacuum that had your toes curling and your back arching. He hummed around you, tongue flicking over your clit quickly, mercilessly. Where he’d learned how to pleasure someone like this, you would never know. But by the Gods, you were melting against his mouth. “Oh, sweet Aphrodite,” you whimpered, hips shifting to grind against him, craving more stimulation. You needed, wanted, craved more.
“Greedy girl,” Mihawk growled, pulling back from your pussy to settle an arm over your hips, holding you down in place. “You’ll take what I give you, when I decide to give it. None of this nonsense.”
“Oh, you fucker,” you huffed, but try as you might, you could never move his arm. As you looked down at him, you caught a glimpse of yourself in that damned mirror, giving you pause. The dress was rucked up around your hips, your skin flushed in the soft light that spilled through the doors. And Mihawk was kneeling between your thighs- oh, you could watch him. You could watch the way his head bobbed with each pass of his tongue, the way his other hand was between his thighs, moving quickly-
Touching himself.
The knowledge sent a shudder through your body. “Good girl,” he murmured against your core, voice ragged. How close was he? Too close- he turned his full attention back to you, his now-free hand settling on your thigh. “So fucking wet, all for me.”
“You’re- oh, fuck- vocal tonight, aren’t you?”
Instead of answering, one of his fingers slid in smoothly, clear down to the knuckle, drawing a loud moan from you in retaliation. Slowly, he pumped, crooking his finger on the draw out to brush against your walls in a way that had you seeing stars- only from one damned finger. “Should see yourself,” he sighed, shaking his head. “Greedy, greedy girl- already weeping around my finger. Do you need another one?”
“Please!” You cried out as he withdrew his fingers, only to replace one with two. The stretch was delicious; you thought you could handle three, but couldn’t find your voice- not with how he started fucking you in ernest, not with the way he focused his talented mouth solely on your clit suddenly. “Oh- oh, there, there, there!” You cried, tossing your head back against the bed.
Good, he thought to himself. If he played his cards right… Crooking his fingers, he pressed upwards, grinding his fingers in, deeper than you could ever manage by yourself. Tongue rolling against your clit in hard passes that had your thighs tensing each time, you felt that familiar ball of tension begin to form quickly. “Can feel you getting tighter,” he taunted, letting his tongue hang out as he lavished your clit in attention.
“Mi-Mihawk, oh fuck. Oh- oh my god, your fingers!” You whined, reaching up to palm at your chest, tugging on your nipples before raising it higher to settle around your own throat. “I’m close, so close, please-”
“That’s my good girl. Come for me,” he rasped, watching the way you rolled your hips as best you could, as your stomach tensed. It was like watching a living piece of art, the way your orgasm washed over you. How your jaw dropped open, how your cries spilled free as your release spilled over his fingers, onto the floor below. “That’s my good girl.” The praise fell upon deaf ears, your heartbeat racing within your ears. You shuddered as you began to come down, the feeling of his fingers still gently thrusting almost too much for you. Weakly, you reached down to push at his shoulder, the telltale sign. He sighed, leaning forward to press a kiss against your oversensitive clit as he withdrew his fingers.
“Gods, Mihawk,” you shook your head, chest rising and falling with deep breaths, trying to calm yourself as he rose to his feet. He used the shirt he’d ruined to clean his arm up before tossing it over the small mess made on the floor. At least it didn’t hit the pillow, he thought as he grabbed it to set at the head of the bed.
“Oh, I hope I didn’t tire you out,” he murmured as he rounded the side of the bed, leaning over to draw you into a slow kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips, on the brush of his tongue against your lips, against your own. His chin was drenched in you- in your essence. You rolled over, rising to your knees to reach him properly, dragging him closer, chest to chest. “Why’s that?” You breathed into the kiss, pulling back just enough to study your lover. His hands reached up, brushing your hair back from your face, his lips curving into a grin full of mischief. “Because, darling, I want seconds. I haven’t had my fill yet.”
#one piece#dracule mihawk smut#dracule mihawk x reader#one piece x reader#one piece smut#think I need someone older series#feel like I need to go to church tomorrow for this jfc [ is pagan ]#next up: Shanks#and boy are y'all gonna love that one#unholy scripture [ n s f w ]#x reader#kanon's writings
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I'm working on smut for something completely different ( commission aye )
But
Benn Beckman...
Benn's 100% the type to let his partner cockwarm him while he's working on maintaining the ship's logs. Settled on his lap, one arm around their waist to hold them still, the other holding a quill, gaze focused on the paper.
Occasionally giving a sharp, sudden thrust up- or a slow, gradual roll to have them whining against his throat for /more/, they want more, they need more, Benn, please, they've been so, so good!
To feel his lips press a kiss against their temple as he murmurs that he just needs to finish off this page. If they can handle waiting a little bit more...
He'll gladly give them what they want.
#one piece smut#benn beckman#ben beckman#benn beckman smut#listen... canonically a playboy that women love?? you KNOW he gives some damn good dick#unholy scripture [ n s f w ]#x reader#kanon's writings
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Burn For You
[ A Madara Uchiha / Fem! Tobirama Senju fanfiction ]
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 5,854
Characters: Uchiha Madara, Senju Tobirama
Summary:
“If you keep looking at me like that, I might just think you actually fancy me, Uchiha,” Tobirama had taunted, a smirk curling wine colored lips as she glanced over. However, unlike their normal banter, he hadn’t responded. “... That was a joke. You’re supposed to laugh now. Ha-ha.” She mumbled, lips turning down into a pout as she turned her gaze back to the papers.
“Senju.” His voice was soft, low- nearly resembling a growl as he stepped closer. Instinctually, her legs spread, the cloth of her kimono parting with the movement, feet barely meeting the ground. Prepared to run, to bolt, Madara noticed. Or perhaps to fight, with how her hands gripped the edge of the table. “You’re a nuisance, you realize that, yes?”
Author's Notes:
This was inspired by Burn For You by Abigail Barlow! It suits Tobirama and Madara really well, imo. Also, this is just fourteen pages of smut. I hope you all enjoy this! This is an old repost, you've probably seen it before; I've had it on my ao3 for about two years. Figured I should share it here, too. <3
It all started with a confession.
“I burn for you.”
The admission had taken her off guard. She’d agreed to stay behind after a meeting, going over the development plans for the Nara clan to settle in the North Eastern part of the village outside of the gates so that their deer would have plenty of space to roam and not fear the wrath of hunters. Madara had additional ideas that needed to be looked at by a different pair of eyes- constructive criticism before presenting it officially to the council. The night had grown long, the candles burned so long that they were more melted wax than actual candles. She’d ended up sitting atop the table, her legs crossed as she read over Madara’s ideas, comparing them with her brother’s. Truth be told, Hashirama seemed to be distracted- his plans were barely finished, whereas Madara’s were completely finalized. It was nice to see work actually getting done.
“If you keep looking at me like that, I might just think you actually fancy me, Uchiha,” Tobirama had taunted, a smirk curling wine colored lips as she glanced over. However, unlike their normal banter, he hadn’t responded. “... That was a joke. You’re supposed to laugh now. Ha-ha.” She mumbled, lips turning down into a pout as she turned her gaze back to the papers.
“Senju.” His voice was soft, low- nearly resembling a growl as he stepped closer. Instinctually, her legs spread, the cloth of her kimono parting with the movement, feet barely meeting the ground. Prepared to run, to bolt, Madara noticed. Or perhaps to fight, with how her hands gripped the edge of the table. “You’re a nuisance, you realize that, yes?”
“A nuisance?!” She exclaimed, eyes widening in surprise. “You've some nerve, calling me- what are you doing?” All heat vanished as he settled between her spread thighs, his hands braced upon the wood of the table on either side of her hips. “Madara, are you ill? Is something the matter?” A hand reached up to touch her wrist to his forehead to see if he’d come down with a fever, only for his hand to capture it-
And press a searing kiss to her wrist.
“I burn for you,” he murmured against the pale skin, lips brushing so gently, delicately- as if afraid that the mere movement would cause her pain. “I burn for you, day in and day out.”
“Madara-” her voice was barely above a whisper, chest rising and falling quickly as her heart began to race. When he looked up at her, her breath halted all together: three black tomoe stood out against ruby irises, yet she could not look away. Heat gathered in her cheeks- and lower, much lower, to her own embarrassment. “This is- inappropriate.” Even so, she did not pull her hand away.
She leaned closer.
That is, until the sound of footsteps approaching had Madara backing away, Tobirama cradling her wrist delicately as the door opened, revealing Mito. “Pardon the intrusion,” she murmured, giving a small bow. “My husband forgot his files, and instead of coming back himself, he sent me.” A sharp roll of the eyes showed her annoyance, even if her smile was soft.
“You could have told him to fuck off,” Tobirama stated simply, shoulders rising in a shrug.
Mito let out a bark of laughter at her sister-in-law. “I think that would have given him a heart attack!” Shaking her head, she flashed the pair a smile before turning on her heel. “Don’t work too late, you two.”
“We won’t,” Madara called after her, though his gaze was trained on Tobirama. The only way she could describe what she saw in his gaze was hunger. Pure hunger.
A fire had been started- and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to douse the flames, or fan them.
“We should… Head home for the night, yes?” Tobirama asked, scooting off of the top of the table to settle her feet on the floor once more, gathering her scrolls. She could sense Madara lingering behind her, yet he did not touch. His gaze was akin to their famed fireball jutsu, scorching the back of her neck. “Do get some rest, Madara.”
“You as well,” Madara murmured, though he made no move to follow her out of the door. Her footsteps were calm at first, until she was outside of the Hokage’s office. Only then did she sprint, pressing chakra into her legs to make her move faster, to get back to the Senju compound quicker. Alone, she needed to be alone to process what just occurred.
That had been a fortnight ago. Ever since, she’d been busy overseeing the building of the Nara compound while Madara saw to his own clan, making sure they were comfortable as the Uchiha compound began to expand. And every night since, her thoughts had been consumed with the feeling of his lips against her skin, his gaze boring into her own, the feeling of his hips settled between her thighs-
A sharp shake of the head causes wild snowy locks to sway with the movement. Not now, not while she’s reading reports. Even so, her foot tapped on the floor, a movement that spoke volumes of her unease, her need to get up, to demand to know why he’d done it. His office was across from her own. All she’d need to do is rise from her desk, walk across the hall, and demand an answer.
Burn for you.
The words held weight, especially for an Uchiha- known for their innate ability to control fire. To burn for someone is to be completely overwhelmed by the flames of passion, of lust. To think only of them.
Her thighs pressed together beneath her desk.
“Fuck,” she groaned, leaning back in her chair, head flopping back as her eyes closed. This was annoying, she decided. A nuisance. Yet, the Uchiha had kept her thoughts entertained. The night prior had been spent with her face pressed to her pillow, her hand between her thighs, working herself over and wishing it had been something much thicker.
The current bane of her existence knocked on the door before opening it, his gaze settled upon the paper he held. “Did you know that Hashirama put in for an expansion of the Senju compound?” He asked, annoyance clear in his voice as Tobirama forced herself to focus.
“I had no idea,” she replied dryly, her brow furrowing. “We don’t need more space. We’ve got plenty already.” Her gaze drifted, studying Madara for a moment. He wore no armor- they never did when in office. The summer yukata did little to hide what lay beneath.
Perhaps that was why her underlings were so distracted.
“Hm,” a sigh escaped his lips as he set the paper down onto her desk, only to pause for a moment. “Can we speak?”
“We’re speaking now.”
“You know what I mean.”
“I’m afraid you’ll need to be a bit clearer.”
“About what I said.” Madara caved, shaking his head at the Senju. “It was uncalled for, and I was out of pocket-”
“Tonight,” Tobirama cut in, raising a hand, causing Madara to pause. “Meet me in my quarters tonight, and we will talk about what you said. Not now- I’m busy.”
“Busy.” He repeated, gaze trailing over the stack of papers to be signed. “Right. Tonight, then.”
“Tonight,” Tobirama agreed, her gaze never lifting from her paper. “You’re dismissed.”
“Dismissed?! I-”
“Out of my office, Uchiha.” She snapped, feeling a touch smug as Madara turned on his heel and marched out, all but slamming the door on his way out. A snort escaped her as she leaned back. Tonight, they would speak. Tonight, the truth would come out- one way or another.
The day had passed quickly, leaving her spinning in the aftermath. Tobirama drug a hand through her hair, down from it’s normal high ponytail, the wild, curling tresses free for once. Her footsteps carried her across the room in a quick pace, her heart a staccato beat within her chest. Any moment now, she’d be able to feel the familiar flicker of Madara’s chakra entering the compound. To the East, Mito sat with Hashirama- no doubt the pair beginning to bed down for the night.
There, at the southern edge- the flicker of warmth, of red-tinged chakra that felt like standing too close to a bonfire. Her breath skipped a beat as she turned, studying her reflection in the mirror across from her bed. The sleeping yukata did little to give modesty. In a last moment effort to try to compose herself, she snags a robe and quickly ties it around her waist.
The sound of footsteps had her turning, studying the door the moment before it opened, revealing Madara. “Right on time,” she commented idly as she reached back, pulling her hair out from beneath the robe, inadvertently causing the fabric of both robe and sleeping yukata to rise.
“I hope it’s not too late?” Madara asks, head tilting, gaze drifting to the pale skin that was revealed. The barest hint of red on those thighs- did the tattoos stretch that far down? “I’m afraid I was caught up in clan business.”
“Not too late at all,” Tobirama replies with a shake of her head. “Please, come in- close the door, too?” She adds as an afterthought, moving to where she’d set up sakazuki. Her room was nice- it got the morning sun, and the afternoon shade, causing it to be cooler compared to the other sections of the compound’s main house.
Madara walked over to the low table, settling down into an improper sitting position, crossing his legs. Tobirama settles across from him, easing herself into a polite seiza, though the yukata and robe part to reveal how her thighs press together. Such pale skin… “I’m surprised you would even want to meet to discuss what was said,” he commented idly, head tilting as his gaze tracked her movements; sake was poured first for him, and then for herself. “I’d figured you’d want to ignore it.”
“Why ignore it,” she asked as she raised her sakazuki to her lips, careful not to spill a single drop, “when it’s the truth for myself as well?”
Madara nearly choked on the sake- and not from the taste. “Pardon?” He asked, blinking rapidly. “I don’t think I heard you correctly.”
“How did you phrase it?” Tobirama’s head tilts, her gaze narrowing, ruby hues settling upon Madara’s face- flushed, eyes wide, caught off guard. “I burn for you.”
“You burn for me?”
“I burn.”
“You… Burn,” he murmured, gaze growing heavy- hungry. “For me.”
“I burn, day in and day out,” she nodded, sipping her sake once more. “I would be lying if I said I hadn’t envisioned you in my quarters.”
A moment of silence passed before Madara was reaching across the table, taking hold of the collar of her yukata to tug her over, their lips meeting in a kiss that was equally teeth and lips. Biting, hungry, her hands reached up to tangle in wild dark locks, tugging none-too-gently. A groan spilled free from Madara as he pulled back, her lip caught between his teeth in a gentle bite before he released her.
“You’ve no idea how long I’ve pictured this moment,” his words were barely above a growl as Tobirama rose to her feet, the robe discarded, the collar of her yukata disheveled, baring a pale collarbone and shoulder. “How many times I’ve thought of you in my own quarters.”
“I think mine are more comfortable,” she teases as she settles atop his lap, her arms wrapping around his shoulders, her nails gently scraping at the back of his neck. “After all, my bed is made to fit… Multiple.”
Multiple. Oh. Madara’s gaze grows distant as he envisions just what she insinuated for a moment, lips parting slightly. “Multiple.”
“Come now- you didn’t take me for a prude, did you?” She murmured, leaning in to kiss along his jaw, lips trailing up to his left ear. “After all, you just admitted that you’ve thought of me. Tell me, Madara- what have you thought of? What positions?” The shell of his ear is nipped before he reaches up, gripping her jaw to tug her head back.
“Do you truly want to know?” He asks, leaning back as if surveying her. His other hand reached up to brush her hair back from her face before his fingers began to drift, tracing the collar of her yukata slowly, gently nudging the fabric to cause it to fall back, baring more pale skin and red ink.
Such flimsy things, yukata.
“Senju Tobirama wants to hear how I’ve thought of her at night?” His fingers leave her jaw to brush knuckles gently against her cheek. “How I’ve thought of her on her knees beneath my desk, her lips around my cock? Or how I’ve pictured her laying on her back, pleasuring herself in front of me?” His lips quirked into a smirk as Tobirama whined softly at that, her eyes fluttering shut. “Or how I’ve spent so many nights picturing you laying beneath me, begging for my cock, begging for me to fuck you harder, faster?”
“Please,” she whispered, eyes opening into slits, her cheeks flushed. “My fingers could never be enough.”
Fingers. Her fingers? Oh- oh, a groan spilled free as he leaned in, stealing a kiss that had Tobirama’s head swimming. His hands smoothed down her back, pulling her closer, causing her to rise onto her knees. No words were exchanged as his hands slipped to grip her thighs, holding her up as he rose to his knees, then his feet.
Huh. Tobirama pulled back from the kiss to glance down at the floor for a moment. “... One day, take me against the wall.” She spoke quietly, as if to herself, though it got a chuckle out of Madara as he carried her to her bed.
It was large, he noted- larger than his own. “Anywhere you want,” he murmured as he settled her down, not bothering to part as his lips began to kiss and bite a scorching trail down her neck. “Your office, mine- my compound- wherever you want, just say the word.” A soft moan filled the air as his hand came up to settle atop her left breast, gently massaging through the fabric of the yukata. Her hands tangle in his hair as she keens, her eyes closed, head tilted back against the pillows. He pulled back long enough to make quick work of the tie that held the yukata together before parting the thin fabric, baring Tobirama to the chill of the room. She doesn’t cover herself.
No, her legs settle down against the silken sheets. Nothing beneath. Oh, she’d been prepared for this! The realization draws a chuckle from him as his hands smooth across her thighs, marveling at the way the red ink settles into her skin. Her chest- oh, how it encircles both breasts, ending in a circle in the center of chest. The bands around her biceps, encircling her shoulders, how they encircle her throat. That’s why she preferred the high mandarin collars. The ink stretches further down, encircling both thighs. His fingers trace their paths, drawing forth gentle shudders that dance across her skin.
“Beautiful,” Madara whispers, leaning down to press a kiss in the center of the circle that laid upon her chest. “Every inch.”
“Who knew you’d be a sap?” Tobirama teased, though the flush in her cheeks gave away how affected she was by his ministrations- and the slickness between her thighs.
She receives no verbal response; instead, he continues to kiss a trail lower, feeling her stomach tense beneath his lips. A smile curls them as he glances up, meeting her gaze the same moment his tongue lolls out, dragging a slow trail back up towards her chest. His lips enclose around her right nipple as his fingers begin to toy with the left, pinching gently the same time his teeth graze against the other.
“I always- oh- knew you had a thing for breasts,” Tobirama snickers before flinching at the swat he gave to her thigh. Huh. “What with how much you try to- watch your damned teeth-” another swat, though he pulls back from her breast, “-try to peek down my clothes.”
“What can I say?” Madara muses, a cheeky grin curling his lips as he leans in to steal a kiss, his hand soothing the area he’d swatted mere moments before. “I’m a simple man with simple likes.”
“Gross.”
“Fuck off.”
“Take your yukata off and I will,” Tobirama mutters, reaching out to drag her nails down the portion of his chest that was revealed. “I’ve always wondered if you’ve got the dick to back up how cocky you are.”
“You little shit,” he hissed, falling for her words as he made quick work of his yukata, leaving him in his undergarments- which hid nothing, Tobirama noted, her eyes widening in surprise. “Ha! See? I can actually back my shit- oh,” whatever he’d intended to say died on his tongue as Tobirama had reached out, palming at him through his underwear, her eyes wide in curiosity.
Wordlessly, she sat up, gaze intense as she leaned in to lick a slow line down the center of his abdominals- a mirror of what he’d done to her, he realized belatedly. “Lay down,” she murmured against the sensitive skin of his stomach. He obeyed, settling back against the large bed, hair spreading out beneath him like a dark halo. She went to crawl between his legs, only for Madara to grunt.
“No.”
A blink. “Why not?”
“Come here.”
“Wh- oh.” Realization struck, and her cheeks burned as she swallowed roughly. “Right,” carefully, as if afraid she’d somehow crush him, she crawled up and turned. It was an intimate position, one that she didn’t often find herself in with her previous partners, yet Madara didn’t complain. This way, it left them both open- vulnerable, but gave her the perfect angle to reach out and tug his underwear down far enough to free his cock. “... Are all the Uchiha built like this?” She asked, half joking as she gazed down at it.
She couldn’t lie- it wasn’t a bad dick. Not at all- no, it was veiny, but not outwardly awful to look at. Thick; the stretch would hurt, she had no doubt about that. But a part of her thrilled at the idea of the pain. A jolt danced through her, drawing forth a startled gasp at the feeling of his tongue licking a slow stripe up her slit. “No, we aren’t,” he finally answered as his hands raised, settling on her most intimate part and spreading her wide. “I’m just fuckin’ lucky.”
Her eyes rolled, but any retort she had died the moment his tongue pressed against her clit. Gaze closing, she enjoyed the feeling for a moment longer, hips grinding back against his mouth, moans spilling free. Damn him- he was talented. Perhaps the rumors she’d heard were true. Reaching out, she cupped his cock, giving a light stroke before leaning forward, tongue lolling out to give sweet kitten licks at the head, enjoying the way his thighs tensed at the feeling. Two could play at this game, she decided as she opened her mouth wider, taking the head in to suckle on.
Madara groaned against her, lips closed around her clit before he pulled back for a moment, letting his thumb circle her clit in quick, tight circles. “What, is it too big for you?” He teased, only to eat his words a moment later as wet heat encircled over half of his length-
And she swallowed around him. His head fell back against the pillows, a groan filling the room as she began to bob her head in earnest. His fingers didn’t pause, tormenting her clit. Neither would last like this, not with how pent up they were. And as tempting as it was to let her finish him off like this, or to have her finish against his mouth-
That could come another time.
“To-Tobirama, stop, stop,” he murmured, tapping her thigh gently to get her attention. One last slow lick is given before she lifts her head.
“What?” Was she not good? She hadn’t gotten any sort of complaints before, but there was certainly a first time for everything. Her answer was given the next moment as he rolled her off of him.
“As much as I’d love to continue this,” he mused, pushing himself up, his gaze drifting over her form, “I’d much rather have you coming around my fingers than my tongue. This time, at least.”
A shiver danced across her skin at the implication that there would be more than just this. That this wouldn’t be a simple one-night stand. A smile curled her lips as she adjusted herself, settling back against the pillows. Reaching out, she snagged his wrist and tugged him closer, pulling him in for a slow kiss, much more sensual than their initial- the heat still there, certainly, but no longer a fight of dominance. Her hand slipped beneath her pillows, retrieving the small glass vial of oil. “I’m sure you know what to do with this,” she murmured into the kiss, giving his bottom lip a nip.
A chuckle rumbled free from his chest as he plucked the vial from her grasp, settling back on his knees between her thighs. “I think I have an idea,” he agreed, uncorking the bottle with his teeth before letting the oil drizzle out over his fingers, coating two and letting a small stream drip onto her already-soaked cunt. With his clean hand, he replaced the cork before carefully setting the vial aside.
Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to the inside of her left thigh while his right hand continued to work, thumb rubbing clockwise circles against her clit as a second finger eased in beside the first, stretching her out. She was relaxed, sure- but not enough, not to his standards. “Tobi,” he murmured, watching as her gaze fluttered open, brows draw inwards, lips parted to allow soft moans and whispers of “Yes,” and “right there,” to spill free. “Eyes on me,” the command had her tightening around his fingers, a pulse of arousal. He felt the shift when his Sharingan activated, the strain on the veins around his eyes and within as everything swam into a sharper view.
It might be needed again later.
His clean hand settled atop her thigh, massaging it as he eased a finger in, drawing a pleased gasp from Tobirama’s lips. Her eyes fluttered shut, cheeks a rosy hue as he crooked his finger, slowly drawing it back out before pushing back in- a slow pace. She was soaked- realistically, he didn’t believe she needed much prep, but he’d dreamed of this moment for too long to even consider speeding through this.
He wanted to remember this.
“The great Tobirama Senju, getting fucked by none of than Uchiha Madara- her sworn enemy,” he taunted, crooking his fingers up, pressing against the most sensitive part of her. A whine- loud, long- escaped, her thighs tensing on either side of him as his hand sped up suddenly. Wet, so very wet. “How lewd,” he crooned, giving her thigh a nip, enjoying the way the muscle jumped beneath his touch. “So fucking wet for me already- listen, Tobirama.”
“Sh-shut up,” Tobirama gasped, her hands gripping at her chest. Good, so good- she was drawing close. “Stop- ‘Dara, stop, too close,” she warned, but his fingers didn’t slow down. “Madara- oh, Madara, there, there, don’t-” her words cut off as her orgasm swept over her. Her head fell back against the pillows, snowy tresses spread about the dark sheets like a halo as she pulsed around his fingers, coating them and his hand.
A pleased hum rumbled free as Madara leaned down, pressing a kiss to her over-sensitive clit. “Good girl,” he murmured, giving it a lick, succeeding in drawing out a broken whine as his fingers withdrew. Sitting back, he reached out to grasp the vial once more to open it, using the remaining oil to slick his cock up. He gave it a few slow strokes, thumb drifting over the sensitive slit in the head to gather the bit of precum that had gathered.
“Don’t treat me like I’m made of glass,” Tobirama murmured, reaching out to take hold of one of Madara’s hands. “I’m anything but glass.”
“I’m aware,” he replied, scooting forward to settle his hips against hers. A groan fell from both at the sensation of his cock rutting against her cunt. “You’ve never been glass. Iron is a much better word to describe you,” murmuring, he took a moment to enjoy the sensation of being so close to her. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze as his other guided his cock to her entrance. A slow push of his hips had the head slipping in, a gasp breaking free from Tobirama’s lips, her eyes squeezing shut at the intrusion.
Not made of glass, but still very much human.
The stretch was wonderful- the slight sting of pain eased by his thumb on her clit, by his hips slowly moving forward and not deciding to seat himself in her all at once. So much- almost too much, but she’d be the last to admit that. His hips settled against her own, his hand leaving hers to grip at her hips instead, thumbs rubbing small circles into the soft, unscarred skin. “Good,” she whispered, gaze opening to reveal hazy ruby hues. A moment passed as they both grew used to the sensation- her to how filled she felt, him to the wet heat that encased his cock. Curiously, she shifted her hips, a low moan leaving at the feeling of him moving within.
Madara took that as his sign, hips drawing back before shifting forward slowly, testing the waters. Tobirama’s breath hitched, her brow drawing inward, hands slowly gripping at the sheets beneath her. “Please,” she whispered, tongue slipping out to wet her lips. “Fuck me.”
“Gladly,” he grinned, shifting his knees before he began to thrust harder, faster, causing Tobirama to moan- a much louder sound than anything she’d given him before. Wordless little sounds, but gaining in pitch as his hips met hers, as he pulled her back onto his cock. “If I didn’t know any better,” he panted, gaze trained on her face, “I’d almost mistake you for a common oiran.” The way she tightened around him at the slight degradation had his hips slowing for a moment, much to her annoyance. “Oh, yes, I could see it so easily,” he continued, hips grinding, barely pulling out before pushing back in, rubbing against that spot that had her breath catching in her throat. “You in one of those little Tea Houses that have settled here, wearing a pretty little kimono, your lips stained red- laying on your back just like this, letting men use you like the whore you really are,” his voice dipped into a growl as he leaned forward, resting his weight on his forearms while the position shifted, her hips rising with his.
Bordering so closely to the mating press, he noted in the back of his mind. But that didn’t matter, not with Tobirama gasping out his name. “Madara,” she whined, a hand rising to cover her mouth- as if it would hide what they were doing. “Don’t stop, sweet Gods do not stop, ah-right there!” Her thighs tensed around his hips, her cunt pulsing around his cock. Oh, she wouldn’t last long- but that was fine.
He would.
His fingers dug into her hips as he pressed close, hips grinding against hers. A moment to catch his breath- and to have her last just a touch longer. Being so close, he could just… Tongue lolling out, he licked a slow stripe up the valley of her breasts, drawing a surprised gasp from her lips, a breathless smile rising to settle across her features. “I could stay like this for ages,” he murmured against her skin, pressing lingering kisses to the smattering of scars across her chest- small, given by shrapnel during their darker days, “just like this, fucking you until you cried, until you can’t remember your name.”
Tobirama shifted her hips, brow furrowed as Madara spoke. She could hear him, certainly- could understand him, but the words didn’t register, not with how close she was to her own end. “Then do it,” she whispered, reaching down to cup his cheeks, drawing his face up- and for once, didn’t flinch away from the triad of tomoe within his ruby gaze. “Make me forget my name. Make me only remember yours.”
Something seemed to switch, then- as Madara studied her flushed features, the way her hair spread out beneath her head like a silver halo and wings. Leaning in, he captured her lips in a slow, sensual kiss that ended in him nipping at her lower lip as he shifted, his hands smoothing up her sides before settling atop the blankets, holding his weight up. This position was far more intimate than their previous positions, yet he found that it didn’t bother him. No, rather, he preferred this- to see her face so clearly, to hear her whispers of his name as he began to thrust once more. Her legs shifted, coming to settle around his hips, her ankles crossing at the small of his back.
Closer, stirring the embers of the flame that had been waiting to come to life for some time, now. What had been a small campfire was quickly spreading, consuming like a wildfire, flames licking at their skin, settling in their veins.
His lips brushed against her chin as her head tilted back, the position allowing for Madara to push deeper. “Tobirama,” he murmured, brow furrowing. Perhaps he wouldn’t last long, not now, not with how she gripped his cock. “By the Gods,” he gasped softly, hips rolling, chasing both hers and his own release. Her hands reached up, one tangling in thick onyx locks, the other scrapping blunt nails down the expanse of his back. The sharp shock of pain drew a surprised groan out of him, much to her amusement.
“Good boy,” she teased, only to gasp a moment later at the feeling of teeth digging into the sensitive flesh of her neck. “Mad-” her voice cut off by a loud moan as he moved his weight onto one arm, his free hand slipping between them to brush against her clit. Wordless sighs and moans spilled free as she rolled her hips against his, creating a wonderful fiction that had them both beginning to become consumed with the flames that threatened to burn them alive.
Madara pressed heated kisses along her throat as he felt her shudder beneath him. “Close, darling?” He murmured in her ear, lips brushing against the shell as she whimpered. “Will you be a good girl and come for me, then? Come around my cock like I know you want to?” His voice was no longer smooth, growing more haggard as his own completion began to burn at the base of his spine. “Come on, Tobi, you know you want to.”
“Shut- shut up,” Tobirama panted, even as she tossed her head back as he gave a particularly hard thrust. So close, so close. “Don’t stop, Madara- oh- oh, there! Please,” her voice pitched into a whine as her hand abandoned his hair to clutch at his back. Her walls pulsed around him once, twice, three times before she stilled, her back arching, mouth dropping open to release a sob of his name, tears spilling free at last from garnet hues.
Madara pushed himself up to watch, searing the image of her coming around his cock into his memory. The way her cheeks were flushed red, her brows furrowed, her nose scrunching up- she was beautiful in that moment. She was always beautiful, but this was a new type of beauty, something so delicate and precious that he hadn’t ever imagined being privy to. He moved slowly, the thrusts dragging against her walls, dragging out her pleasure and inching him close to his own. It hit suddenly, coming over him like wildfire consuming brush that lay in its path. He stilled above her, his head hanging low as he groaned out her name like a prayer.
She lay beneath him, panting and whining at the feeling of him filling her- hot, so very hot, it threatened to send her over the edge by the feeling alone. Shaky hands reached up to brush through surprisingly soft onyx tresses as he began to slowly gather himself. A moment longer, she thought to herself- let this last for a moment longer. The feeling of him settled over her, shuddering, panting, the heat that radiated from his skin so very pleasant, it had her relaxing into her bed.
But all good things must come to an end. Madara was careful as he pulled out, rolling his weight to the side to settle beside her with a breathless laugh. “Oops,” he hummed, reaching over to drag his fingertips along her thigh, watching as her leg jumped. He traced the red tattoo up, along the top of her thigh and onto her hip. “Was I supposed to pull out?”
“Doesn’t matter,” she murmured, reaching over to brush her fingers against his cheek, brushing away his hair. So messy… “Mito taught me how to make tea that will… Ensure it won’t take.”
“How soon do you need to drink it?” An innocent question as he rolled onto his side, propping his head up on his palm.
Tobirama hummed, shifting and grimacing at the feeling of his seed leaking. Oh, that’s why she hated it. “I’ll have it with my breakfast,” comes the simple response as she dips a hand down between her thighs to drag her fingers through the mess. “No wonder why there are so many of you Uchiha,” she comments idly.
A snort escapes Madara as he sits up, gaze drifting to the apex of her thighs. “Could always clean it up for you,” his fingers tap a slow rhythm on her thigh.
“Who said I wanted to be cleaned up?” Tobirama shoots back, legs slowly spreading. “Or are you just a one-and-done kinda guy?”
A grin spread across Madara’s lips as he slipped back between her thighs, pressing kisses along her stomach. “Do I look like the kind of man to leave a woman unsatisfied?”
“No,” she sighs, reaching down with her clean hand to brush his hair back from his face. “I feel that I will never be unsatisfied with you around- oh!” The feeling of his tongue brushing against her slit had her jolting in surprise, a chuckle rising to meet her ears.
Fires are awfully hard to extinguish once they grow out of control and consume everything within its sight.
#fandom: naruto#Content: fanfiction#rating: e#naruto fanfiction#naruto#madatobi#naruto founders#madara x tobirama#tobirama senju#fem!tobirama senju#madara uchiha#mito uzumaki#she makes a brief appearance#smut#naruto smut#have fun#unholy scripture [ n s f w ]
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When You Move, I'm Moved
COMMISSION: @cebwrites
Characters: Kirin ( OC ), Law, Penguin, Shachi, Reiji ( OC ), Izzy ( OC )
Ship: LawRin
Word Count: 5,228
Rating: E
Warnings: None; just a fun bit of action & smut.
Author's Notes: For my first time writing Law in a long form piece, I'm p happy. Thank you for letting me play around with Kirin <3
The sun was high in the sky by the time they dropped their anchors. The island appeared to be relatively uninhabited- at least, on this side of it. As long as the shoreline appeared empty, undisturbed- that was good enough of a sign for the pair of crews. Kirin stretched languidly, almost cat-like, as his crew mulled about, trying to decide whether they wanted to feel the sand beneath their feet or take this time to rest. He could already see Penguin and Shachi on shore, the latter chasing the former across the white sand. Perfect. Swinging his legs over the bannister, he settled onto the gangplank with a soft ‘thunk’. The board bounced with each step, causing him to hurry along just a touch, even if the dock didn’t look any more promising.
The dock they’d settled at was old, he noticed; brows furrowing as he crouched down to study the wood. No one had used this in years- at least a decade, if he were being generous. The wood hadn’t been treated in far too long, threatening to give beneath his weight if he didn’t balance properly. The sound of footsteps drew him from his curios thoughts; Law approached, a brow raised, the silent question of what the fuck he was doing evident. “Old dock. Needs work,” he explained, rising to his full height. “I’m surprised it’s holding either of us, really.”
“I’ll make sure Bepo doesn’t get on it,” Law murmured, their gaze flickering to the Polar Tang. “Though, he’s more likely to just jump into the water.” The thought of Bepo taking a step onto the dock, the wood splintering beneath, and Bepo falling into the water in a near-comical fashion almost brought a smile to their lips.
“Can’t let you fall in, can I?” Kirin murmured, a hint of a smile curving his lips as he walked alongside Law, bumping his arm against their own gently. His hand twitched; the urge to take hold of Law’s own flashing through his mind before he quickly set that aside. Not here, not now.
Penguin screamed as Shachi tackled him. To the winner, the spoils.
“Funny, ha, ha.” Law huffed, rolling their eyes as they stepped off the dock, settling into the sand. They study their surroundings for a long moment, hands stuffed into the pockets of their jeans. “… Do you think if you released enough electricity at once, you’d turn the sand to glass?”
“What, like how lightning does?”
“Yes.”
Kirin fell quiet at the question, his head tilting. Now THAT was a question, one he hadn’t anticipated- nor really thought much of, really. “You know… I’m not sure. Never paid much attention to that.” His gaze flickered from Law, to the sand, to Law once more, a slow smirk curving his lips as they groaned at the familiar mischief that had taken over his gaze. “Wanna see if we can? I mean, you’re the one who’s supposed to know everything, aren’t you?” He teased lightly, stepping closer to the other Captain. A glance around their surroundings to ensure that no, no one was looking at them in the moment. Perfect.
“Hold on-” Law sighed, hands held out, palms facing out- the universal sign for fucking wait you overgrown puppy dog. “When we cross over into the New World- it’s going to be different. There will be stronger fights, more danger than anything we’ve experienced- both together, and apart. It isn’t going to be easy.”
“You say that like I don’t know that already.”
“I’m saying this because I need to get stronger.”
“… Oh?” Attention sufficiently caught, Kirin dropped the taunting tone for the time being. “You’re afraid something will happen out there that you can’t handle, right?” Law’s brow twitched. Bingo. “So you wanna take this time that we have now before we head in to… Get stronger?” No answer, not verbally. Sometimes, getting Law to talk was almost like pulling teeth. “I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me, love.”
Ah, that did it. Law groaned, dragging a hand over their face, fingers dragging against the stubble that had settled along their jawline. They hadn’t shaved that morning. “I don’t want what happened to the Straw Hats-ya to happen to us,” came the admittance. What happened on Sabaody had been a shitstorm and a half. “And I need to be able to take care of it. Of everyone.”
“So, let’s think. You have your sword, yeah? And obviously, your Devil Fruit.” Kirin murmured, slowly pacing through the sand as Law watched him. “And I have my electricity-”
“Kirin.”
“Wha?”
“How does that… Work, exactly? The electricity.”
“Well…” He shuffles his feet in the sand, watching as a crab skittered away towards the water. “I dunno, really. I can just… feel it, you know? Like, you know when a storm is brewing? And you’re standing on the top of the Tang, watching the clouds gather? You can feel the air cooling, and there’s this… This charge in the air? Ozone, I guess you could call it. That moment before lightning strikes- when your hair stands on end and you realize that there’s a current flowing through? I can feel that- all around me. In me, too. In you- everything.”
“In… Me?”
“Yeah, so- if I were to stand close to you like this,” his lips curved into a slow, small smile as he stepped closer. “I can feel it even stronger. And really, if you think about it- really think about it,” his voice softened; a conversation just between the two of them. “It’s just a matter of learning how to harness that energy, to make it… Bend to my will.” A subtle brush of his fingers against Law’s arm had the Doctor stilling, their breath catching in their throat. “But if anyone can figure out how that works, it’s obviously going to be My Doctor, right?”
Zap.
The small jolt of electricity drew a sharp hiss out of Law as they took a sharp step to the side, their gaze narrowing as they studied Kirin for a moment. “I have an idea, then.”
“I’m all ears, sweetheart.”
“Stop that!”
“Stop what?” Kirin feigned innocence as he raised his hands, lips curving into a wicked grin more befitting a predator about to pounce upon their prey. “Dunno what you’re talking about, Captain.”
Without warning, Law struck out, for once choosing physical hits over using their Devil Fruit. Their hand connected to Kirin’s palm, whose fingers closed over their fist, but they used that to their advantage. With a shove forward, Kirin stumbled back one step, then two, then three.
The fight began.
“There they go,” Reiji sighed, settling down in the sand beside Izzy.
“Pen and Shach are “sparring”, too.” Izzy muttered, an arm tossed over his face as he essentially sunned, lazing on the warm sand. If this got Kirin’s pent up energy out? Good.
“I won’t go easy.” Kirin warned with a smug smirk, watching the way Law straightened up, their brows furrowing over their gaze.
Their hand raised, head tilting to the side slightly as they watched Kirin shuffle around in the sand. “I’d be insulted if you did,” they countered, followed by the command of “Room!”
Kirin leapt to the left, watching as the blue aura settled over the area he’d been mere moments before. Law cursed beneath their breath as they followed through, dumping a few stray rocks off to the side in an annoyed movement. If they wanted to get out of their comfort zone and get stronger? Then he’ll drag them out, kicking and screaming. He lunged forward, taking Law by surprise, tackling them to the sand.
“Bastard!” Law wheezed, grabbing onto Kirin’s shoulders, hips rocking up to roll him over- a movement that normally worked, but now? Teeth gritted, they tried to force him to move, to roll, but Kirin was locked in place, knees in the sand, one arm braced against their chest, the other hand holding his weight. An annoying, and rare, grin spread across Kirin’s lips, baring sharp teeth.
But he wasn’t the only one with tricks.
Law fell still, studying Kirin for a moment before his fingers twitched. “Room!”
“Shit!” Kirin scrambled back, but it was too late, the aura settling around both of them.
Law lurched forward, grabbing his arm, only to get a sharp pulse of electricity coursing through them. A muffled yell escaped as they released Kirin, stumbling back as the aura broke. This was why they liked fighting from a distance, rather than up close and personal like they currently were. “Stop that!”
“Make me.”
“Damn brat.” Law ducked as Kirin spun, a kick that certainly would have done damage just barely skimming over their head. Kirin’s heel was directed into a small boulder- or, what was once a small boulder, as the rock cracked. Law backtracked quickly, putting as much distance between them as possible as the rock fell to pieces.
So much power in one movement; it made them wonder what would have happened had that connected with their skull.
No, nevermind. Not something to focus on now.
“Room!” No hesitation could be found within their movements as they turned their hand over, catching Kirin off guard. “Shambles!” The aura dissipates as Kirin is sent spinning through the air, much to his annoyance. Law watched in barely hidden amusement as he flailed about in the air before landing none too gently on the sand. Almost like a cat. If a cat were less graceful. Maybe a rabbit would be a better animal… Law took the moment to grab hold of the hilt of Kikoku. The weight felt comforting in their grasp, a reminder of what they could do.
“C’mon, Captain!” Kirin hollered as he rose up to his full height, rolling his shoulders and neck. Electricity crackled along his skin, sparking across his knuckles, over the tip of his tongue as he swiped away a bead of blood from his lip. “Get over here.” Sand clung to their legs, to their arms, hands. Wasn’t fair that they were the only one covered in dirt.
“How’d you say it again? Oh, right,” Law hummed, shifting their stance. “Make me.”
Bloodlust began to sing within twin veins; hearts racing within chests as they met in the middle, the blow strong enough between the scabbard of Kikoku and the fist of Kirin. The shockwave generated was certainly enough to draw attention, followed by the one after, and again-
“How many is that?” Penguin asks as he wanders his way back over, Shachi trailing behind, brushing sand off of his cap.
“Six.” Tetsu hummed as he leaned back against the trunk of a tree, enjoying the shade it offered with its fanned leaves. Another shockwave; a near pulse of electricity danced through the air. “Seven, actually.”
“Get used to it.” Izzy spoke up, though he didn’t bother to open his eyes as Shachi plopped down to his left. “If you think this is bad, imagine how it’s gonna be when we cross over into the New World.”
“You think it’ll be worse?” Penguin asks, attention flickering between Izzy and Ikkaku, who had waved Bepo over to comb sand out of his fur. Izzy let out a snort, rolling over onto his front. Might as well get an even tan. “Oh, I know it’ll be worse than this.”
“Great. Awesome.” Penguin muttered, scrubbing his hands over his face, wincing at the sound of Law yelling. “At least the captain's enjoying themself…”
“Give up yet?” Law asked, panting heavily as they stood across from Kirin. Their hat had been set aside mid-fight after falling off.
Kirin wiped at his nose, smearing crimson. “Like hell.” He lurched forward as electricity crackled like lightning across his skin, reaching for Kikoku but falling short. Using the momentum of his fall, he struck out with his leg, tripping Law as they backed up. They didn’t fall, but that’s fine.
He slammed his palms upon the ground, watching as electricity crackled across the surface, racing towards Law who couldn’t dodge it, not this time. A muffled yell escaped as they went to their knees. To their right, a tree cracked as the remainder of the electricity discharged into it, the trunk splintering up the center.
Kirin surged; four large steps had them tackling Law forward into the sand, effectively knocking both Kikoku from their grasp, and the air from their lungs. As they wheezed beneath him, he looped his arm around their neck into a sleeper hold; cautious too keep it loose, just in case. Law fell still within his grasp, their breaths rattling.
“Yield?”
A beat of silence. Kirin tightened his hold subtly, feeling the way Law’s jaw clenched. “I yield.”
“What was that?” He taunted smugly.
“I yield, get off.” They grumble as Kirin releases them. With the grace of a newborn leopard cub, Law clambered to their feet, grimacing at the way their body ached in this aftermath. Sand clung to their cheek; they brushed it away with the back of their hand before reaching down for Kikoku, slinging the blade over their shoulder, which sang with the threat of a pulled muscle.
Kirin did a damn number on them, but it felt good. So good, in fact, their jeans felt a touch snug. The joys of bloodlust; the warrior’s true drug of choice. Speaking of Kirin…
Blood swiped away with the flick of a tongue draws their attention first. Kirin grimaced at the way his lip stung; Law fought the urge to reach out to grasp his face, to turn it this way and that way to study the damage that had been dealt. The feeling of sun warmed skin beneath their palms still lingered, fingers twitching as they turned away from their lover to study the beach.
“You made glass.” They break the silence, kicking a piece of what had once been sand, turned glass, towards him. They walked over to where their hat had been placed and took hold of it, shaking off the sand that clung to the fabric. They settled it back onto their head, shielding their gaze from the sun overhead.
It's too warm here.
Kirin leans down, grabbing hold of the glass with curious fingers. “Well, ain’t that neat?” He mutters, pocketing the glass as if it were some souvenir he’d found at a shop rather than a random beach in the Grand Line. He watches as Law rolls their shoulders; their lips curve into a grimace. “I know that last one hurt, Law.” He sighs as he steps closer, smoothing a hand over their back, feeling the way they tense before relaxing- sort of. “C’mon back to mine, lemme rub it out?”
“… Sure.” For once, they agree; they can feel the way the muscle is wanting to tense, and there’s only so much they can do themself. Walking ahead of Kirin, they catch a glance of Penguin and Shachi ducking behind a small rock formation. Ikkaku had settled down on the sand, enjoying the warmth of the sun on her skin. Further back, Tetsu in the midst of a conversation with Hake that looked far more animated than Law wanted to even try to decode. Izzy almost looked like he was sleeping.
Huh.
“Oops,” Kirin murmured, gaze settled on a new cut on the back of Law’s arm. “Think when you took that fall, you hit a rock.”
“Did I?” Law huffed, raising their arm to look at the underside, brows furrowing at the sight of dried blood. It wasn’t anywhere near deep enough to leave a lasting scar. “Blame you.”
“Me?” Kirin gasped, though no heat was found within his tone as he stepped ahead of Law. “And to think I'm inviting you onto my vessel…”
Law hummed, gaze openly roving over Kirin's back; the way his muscles flexed beneath tanned skin, how sweat and sand clung to him. A quick shower would do them both some good, really, but something was lingering beneath the surface. their gaze trailed lower; Kirin had such a nice waist, that much was obvious. To feel the way their fingers settled on his skin, how his skin always felt so warm. Alive.
They swallowed roughly around nothing.
“Anyway,” Kirin continued; they realized that he’d been speaking this whole time. Oops. “Let me look at your arm while we’re here, yeah? I wanna make sure it isn’t too bad.”
“Mm.” Law hummed in agreement, climbing over the railing to settle on the deck.
Kirin smirked, reaching over to tug Law closer by one of their belt loops. The sudden pull surprised them, a soft grunt escaping as they collided with their lover’s chest. “Everyone’s on shore,” he murmured, ducking his head down to steal a quick kiss. He could feel the way Law had frowned at the display of affection- still so openly. “We’re alone on my ship. Alone. Completely.”
“You’re insatiable.” Law muttered, despite the way they, too, were craving their lover. It’d been over a week since they’d last been able to even sleep in the same bed, let alone anything more physical. Their fingers twitched as they moved further in, casually heading towards Kirin’s quarters. “C’mon.”
“Really?”
“I’ll change my mind.”
“Fuck, no, get in there.” Kirin’s voice dripped with excitement, a velvet purr that sent chills across Law’s skin and excitement pooling at the base of their spine. They reached out as Kirin passed by, grabbing hold of his waist and pushing him against the wall with ease. They pressed close, leaning on their toes to offer a kiss against his throat. “Law,” Kirin whined softly, brows furrowing at how easy it had been for them to move him.
“Could take you right here-”
“Don’t tempt me,” Kirin breathed, excitement beginning to take hold once more, mingling with the bloodlust that still sang for more. More violence, more grappling, more of feeling Law so close, their skin beneath his hands-
“-but I’d rather see your face.”
“Fucker.” Kirin muttered, though he didn’t try to shake Law loose. Rather, he shifted his hips, pressing back against Law, head tilting to the side to offer more space. His hand reached back, cupping the back of Law’s head, playing with the soft strands of onyx at the base of their skull. The press of lips against his skin had a soft sound of pleasure escaping as Law’s hands roved. Their fingers settled over his chest, thumbs brushing against sensitive nipples in a teasing manner. “Fuck, Law,” he whispered, eyes falling shut as the sharp sting of fingers pinching, twisting, shot through him, only adding to the pressure that had begun to build at the base of his spine, to the heat that was taking him over with each little ministration from their talented hands.“C’mon, don’t make me beg for it.”
“You look good when you beg,” they murmured against the side of his throat, teeth catching against skin, offering a soft bite that had a keen escaping Kirin’s throat.
“You gotta try harder if you want that, then.”
Law took that personally. Their hands gripped his hips, pulling him back against their chest. “Room,” they murmured, “and Shambles.” Kirin didn’t even have a chance to tense before the pull of being essentially pushed through space, only to land in Kirin’s room, took hold. It was always a touch disorienting, his head swimming as their hands left his hips. “Bed.”
“Bossy.” Kirin snickered as he turned, tugging his shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside. He paused for a moment, smoothing his hands over his chest. The ache that settled in the muscles came from that one hit Law managed to get in. A soak in a bath could help that, later.
Law descended upon him quickly, one hand reaching up to cup the back of his skull while the other settled on his hip as their lips met in a none too gentle kiss. A hiss escaped Kirin at the feeling of Law’s teeth nipping at his lip; he could feel the way Law was smirking at the reaction.
Two could play at that game.
Kirin’s fingers ghosted along their sides, sparks of electricity dancing over the thin shirt that Law wore. A stuttered gasp spilled free into their kiss as they tensed, much to his glee. “You want this just as much as I do,” he murmured against his lover’s lips, reaching a hand up to pluck the hat away from their head, taking care to set it aside out of the danger zone. “Just give in, Captain.”
“Kirin,” the muffled groan of his name was all the warning he received before Law was pushing him back, back, back, until the back of his legs hit the edge of the bed. Down he fell with a soft laugh, gaze roving over Law, drinking in the flush in their cheeks, the way their chest rose and fell with quick breaths. The heat in their gaze was more than enough to confirm Kirin’s suspicions regarding their earlier activities.
“Why’re you pausing?” He asked, brows furrowing over a golden gaze that was darkened with lust. His hands roved, fingers drifting across his nipples, tracking the way Law’s gaze followed every movement.
“Enjoying the view.” Law replied, their lips tilting into a small smirk.
“The view’s better up close.”
“Brat,” Law muttered with a roll of their eyes. Their shirt was tugged off, tossed aside with little care to note where it landed. They settled between Kirin’s thighs, hands smoothing along the still-clothed appendages. “I could leave. Just go back to the Tang.”
“No, you won’t.” Kirin reached out, fingers dragging down their chest, leaving trails of sparks in their wake. Law groaned, the sound music to his ears, as they shuddered. “C’mon, Law. I want you, I need you.”
Law huffed, fingers making quick work on the first of Kirin’s belts, internally cursing their boyfriend for having a complicated wardrobe. They had half a mind to simply tear the clothes, but decided against that just as quickly. Kirin lifted his hips, helping them as they tugged their pants down once, twice, three times before they were falling to the floor. “Someone’s worked up,” they taunted, a smug smirk curving their lips as Kirin groaned, eyes rolling in annoyance. They always did this, teased him until he was near delirious with want and begging to just be fucked.
“I can and will kick you across this room if you do not-” Kirin’s complaints fell quiet at the grip Law had on his thighs, nails digging in as they leaned close, pressing a kiss to the large scar on his left thigh. “Oh,” he sighed, head falling back against the bed. Law descended upon him, then; tongue drifting against damp skin, toying and teasing in ways that had Kirin’s fingers smoothing through their hair, tugging on the short strands. His hips canted up, but each time, Law would draw back with a shake of their head.
Damn them.
A chorus of whines and half-formed begs later, Law had settled high between his thighs, their own pants half-tugged down in their haste to be close, to touch, to feel their partner. The need to feel his skin against their own, to feel the way he reacted to each small movement, each grind. How each press of lips to heated skin was driving them closer and closer to an edge they weren’t ready to dive over just yet. “There’s somethin’ I wanna try,” they murmured as their hips slowly rutted forward, the head of their cock bumping against his piercing over and over. “Trust me?”
“‘Course I do,” Kirin huffed, reaching out to cup their cheek, thumb brushing against the flushed skin. He’ll comment about how fucked Law’s hair had become later, even if it looks damn good like this, currently. “Whatever you wanna try, Law.”
“Good boy.” Law sighed as they adjusted, brows pinching inwards as the head of their cock caught on his entrance. They groaned as they sank into the tight heat, eyes falling shut as Kirin whined beneath them, his thighs tightening on either side of their hips. It was a stretch each and every damn time, regardless of how often they found themselves tangled together.
“Been too long.” Kirin whispered, worrying his bottom lip as he shifted his hips subtly, glad they remembered to put a pillow beneath his hips. It certainly made all the difference, now. “God, you’re so deep already,” whining, he opened one eye, only to feel his breath catch in his throat at the sight he was greeted with. Law, with their eyes shut, their jaw slack, chest rising and falling with heavy pants. What an ego boost, he thought to himself, a breathless little laugh escaping as he rolled his hips experimentally, listening to the way Law grunted at the movement, dragging them back to the present.
Hint taken, they reached down, grabbing hold of his thigh to press up, up, up- knee to Kirin’s chest, intentionally spreading him wider. “There we go,” Law muttered as they rocked forward, pelvis rutting against Kirin’s piercing, drawing free a warbling moan.
“Shit, Law, that’s- oh, God, you’re deep,” Kirin reached out, gripping onto the back of his own knee, holding it against his chest as Law began to move. It felt as if the air were getting punched out of them with each one, moans catching in his throat as he reached out to grip onto Law’s shoulder with his free hand. Nails dug into the flesh, creating crescent moons from how hard he gripped onto them. “Don’t fuckin’ stop, please.”
“Since,” Law grunted, slowing their pace to a slow grind, hips canting upwards to press just right, “you asked so nicely, I won’t.”
“Wha, like you had plans on stopping halfway through?”
“I could edge you.” It was a warning; a threat. They would. They had before.
“That is… Cruel and unusual punishment.”
“I dunno, sweetheart. Do you deserve to be punished?” Law all but growled out as they slid down to the hilt, leaning over their boyfriend who nearly yelled with the sudden movement. A smug chuckle escaped as they stole a kiss. Kirin’s hand found its way to their hair, tugging on the short, dark strands. “I think you do.”
“No, no, no,” Kirin begged, head whipping back and forth in desperation. “Please, I’ve been good! I’ve been so good, Law, please-”
“Dunno. You threw me around a whole lot out there. That wasn’t nice, was it?” They taunted, enjoying the way Kirin grew rapidly more desperate with each taunt, each faux threat. “God, you got even tighter around me just then. Do you want me to stop? To leave you here, unsatisfied? Not let you come like you’re begging me to?”
“Law!” Kirin gasped, hand slipping between their bodies- only to be batted aside by Law’s own.
“Tsk, greedy little thing.” They mumbled, though their concentration was beginning to slip. Kirin was so warm, so wet, drawing them in with each stroke.
His hands reached out, smoothing across Law’s chest, up towards their throat, fingers trailing against the sides in the ghost of a proper hold- but it was enough.
They groaned, forehead dropping to his shoulder as their hips rutted against his; they wouldn’t last much longer, not like this, not with how good he felt wrapped around their cock. They could feel the pressure building at the base of their spine, could feel the way Kirin pulsed around them, hear the desperate pitch in his tone. “Fuck, I love it when you beg,” muttering against their collarbone, they press open mouthed kisses along the warm skin before them. “Remember what I asked? If you trusted me?”
“Yes?” Kirin answered, a touch breathlessly, as they continued to punch the air out of his lungs with each thrust. The strain on his thigh was starting to wear on him; he shifted his hand, letting go to allow his leg to splay to the side. “Right there, right there- ‘m so close, please!”
“There we go,” that’s what they needed to hear, pushing back up to settle back on their knees, dragging Kirin’s hips up onto their lap as if he weighed nothing to them. Ragdoll; their little toy to use in that moment.“C’mon, come for me.” This was the fun part; their thumb brushed against where they joined. If they were right with this idea, then it would be the best god damn orgasm either of them had had in their lives.
“Countershock.”
Kirin stiffened up, a scream of pleasure tearing free from his throat as his climax fell over him in a startling crash, like a wave crashing over rocks during a swell. Truthfully, he wasn’t sure what had happened; it felt as if electricity had come from Law, as if they had localized it to where they had been joined. His heart felt as if it had stopped; head swimming as Law stilled within him, spilling with a startled cry of his name.
Law sighed as they leaned forward, resting their head against Kirin’s chest. They couldn’t move even if they had wanted to at that moment. Everything was shaking, vibrating. It was like Kirin had shocked them- and truthfully, they think that he did, just a little, adding onto the charge from Countershock. They hadn’t anticipated coming from it, but they certainly came. Subtle rocks from their hips extended the pleasure for both as Kirin whined from the borderline overstimulation.
“How did you…?” Kirin asked after catching his breath, fingers brushing against Law’s spine slowly as they shifted.
They were careful as they pulled out, mirroring Kirin’s grimace at the drag. “Figured it out a few weeks back. Wanted to see if it’d have the same reaction that your little tricks do.” A smug smile curved their lips as they pushed themself up, gaze meeting Kirin’s own. “I guess it does.”
“Oh, you asshole,” Kirin huffed despite the smile that spread across his face. He reached up, smoothing a hand over their cheek, up into their hair, ruffling the dark strands even more. “You know…”
“Hm?” Law hummed, eyes closing as Kirin’s fingers offered a gentle scratch against their scalp, prompting chills to erupt across their skin. Just like a big kitty, Kirin thought to himself, amused at how easy it was to get Law to just relax when they were alone. “Ship’s still quiet…” He trailed off, leaning up to press one, then two, then three slow kisses along the expanse of Law’s bared throat. His teeth grazed against the sensitive skin, dragging out a shudder from his lover. “And you’re still hard.”
“Kirin.” That was a warning.
But warnings were suggestions, in Kirin’s mind. Grinning against their throat, he used his larger mass against Law’s slighter form and rolled them over, settling victoriously above them with a grin more akin to a wolf staring down at its prey. “Tell me you don’t want it.” He taunted, hips settling over Law’s own, grinding slowly. Law’s hands settled on his hips, squeezing the flesh there. Not pushing- no, pulling him closer, pressing harder, dragging a moan free from him.
“Show me what you got.” Law’s voice was hoarse, strained with lust, but the look in their eyes was nothing short of challenging.
“Yes, Captain.”
#one piece#Trafalgar law smut#Trafalgar law x oc#Trafalgar law x kirin#ship: LawRin#kanon's comms#they/them law#electrostimulation#fighting turns to fucking lowkey#good for them tbh#shachi one piece#penguin one piece#one piece oc#unholy scripture [ n s f w ]#one piece smut
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Happy Birthday, Kakuzu.
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Hidan, Kakuzu
Rating: E
Ship: KakuHida
Author's Note: Oldie but a goldie. Pure smut. Mentions of some OCs, a bit of lore building for Naruto in general.
TW: "Daddy" used as a term of endearment, not the kink itself. Cheek slapping. Bit of manhandling. Enjoy!
Silence. The room was quiet with the absence of Hidan, who’d left to explore the village and eventually find them some dinner. A sigh slipped free from Kakuzu as he worked the buttons of the cloak, unclasping it slowly as his mind wandered. They were working well together, he and the brat. Had been for a few years now, realistically; Hidan had lasted longer than any of his other partners. He couldn’t lie- it was nice, in a strange way, even if he got on his last nerve far too often.
It was a perk that Hidan wouldn’t die, regardless of what Kakuzu did to him in the heat of the moment.
The heavy fabric of the cloak settled across the back of a chair as nimble fingers continued to work, reaching up to remove the covering he used on his head, tugging it free. Now that was better. Kakuzu rolled his shoulders, grimacing at the tension that settled deep in the muscles. Maybe he’d cave and find a Tea House later, if they had the time. Oirans always knew how to use their hands. Hell, he wouldn’t even have to fuck them- just as long as they got the knots out of his back, he’d pay them for their time.
But…
He settled back on the bed, eyes falling closed for a moment. This was one of those rare times that Hidan wasn’t glued to his side. It wouldn’t take long- well… That’s a lie, but he could work quick, just for now. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t getting any- shit, that department was solidly booked, thanks to Hidan, and a few others. A smirk curled his lips as his hand wandered, slowly drifting up then down his chest, sternum, stomach. He could already feel himself stirring in his trousers. How annoying.
Then again, he’d always had a high libido. She’d never complained back then. Snowy tresses, a bright smile, skin holding a golden glow…
Shaking his head, he forced the thoughts away. Going down the path of memories would kill his boner more than anything. Instead, he raised a hand to his throat, pads of his fingertips drifting against the exposed column. He didn’t like to be choked, not often- not unless he trusted whoever was doing the choking. Hidan had tried it recently- but for Kami’s fuckin’ sake, he needed to teach Hidan how to choke someone without trying to kill them.
He didn’t bother taking his pants off- no point in it if this is gonna be quick. He had oil tucked away in an inner pocket of his cloak, but he didn’t feel like reaching over to grab it. Instead, he lifted his palm to his mouth, tongue lolling out to drag along the skin, wetting it enough to not cause an unpleasant amount of friction. Hips shifting, he reached down to take hold of himself. Half hard already- damn. Fingers drifted along the ridges of healed skin stretched across metal. Four of them, all along the underside of his shaft. He couldn’t remember when he’d gotten them done- well over a decade ago. But the sensitivity was still there, drawing a soft hum of pleasure from his chest. “Just like that,” he murmured, head growing hazy as lust began to filter through his blood.
His thumb drifted across the head, pressing against the sensitive slit and glands, drawing a hiss of pleasure out. If he knew he’d had time, he’d draw this out- really work himself up until he couldn’t handle it. But that time wasn’t now. His fingers settled around the girth of his shaft- something Hidan had been surprised with the first time he’d seen him hard. He knew he was impressive- always had been. His hand began to move slowly, teasing a touch more as he felt himself grow harder.
“God,” he whispered, brows furrowing as his hand sped up. Hot and heavy, it brought forth memories of the past. Of sharp teeth scraping along his collarbone, of the feeling of being filled. A groan spilled into the silence of the hotel room. Kisame had always been a good lay, there was no denying that. And, more recently, Itachi had joined them once- just once, but it was enough to see exactly how much he had Kisame wrapped around his finger. It had been impressive- he’d simply watched at first before joining.
His mind wandered- to another set of blue locks, though these were longer and were paired with amber eyes. Many times, he’d coupled with Konan, the pair having worked too late and needing a reprieve from the paperwork. Taking her across his desk, her arms around his shoulders, face buried in his neck as he buried himself in her over and over. She could take it as well as she could give it. “Good girl,” he murmured to the phantom image in his mind. His hips began to thrust up into his palm, the head leaking, giving aid to the spit that had slicked his cock at first. “Good- fuck,” he hissed as his thumb drifted across the head once more- every other stroke, now.
There’d been another one- one of their agents. She had ties to a clan of power in Kirigakure, a distant relative, with hair of raven and eyes of sapphire. She’d been wild- Hidan had been there for one of those romps. She’d ridden him like her life depended on it- no, like his life had depended on it, nails raking down his chest and their names spilling from her lips like a holy prayer. She’d taken them both at one point, Hidan behind, pressing her down against Kakuzu. She didn’t know who to call out for, and ended up a sobbing mess by the end of it.
“Fuck,” he panted, the familiar coils of his release beginning to settle at the base of his spine. So close, so very close. His other hand reached up, settling around his throat, pressing down on the sides rather than against his windpipe- blocking off blood flow rather than constricting airflow. She used to do this, would hold him down and ride him until they were both near sobbing, overstimulated beyond the point of coherency.
“Kakuzu,” she’d cry, her head thrown back as she’d grind down, her thighs shaking against his hips. “Harder, please- please, kære-”
“Ja, fanden-” he gasped, his release slamming into him, blindsiding him enough to have him shudder, lips parted, chest heaving. His hand stilled against his cock as he came, bosy tensing before relaxing. His blood thrummed in his ears, akin to a war drum.
So lost he was in his bliss, he never heard the door open. Or perhaps that had been the plan, for the door to open near silently and shut just as quietly, the chakra signature hidden from the sensor. It was only when a chuckle spilled into the room that Kakuzu’s eyes snapped open, emerald gaze meeting lilac.
“Just couldn’t wait for me, huh?” Hidan asked, head tilted, a smirk curling his lips. Kakuzu blinked, still slightly lost in the haze, as Hidan wandered over, cloak already discarded as he climbed atop the bed. “Or were you thinkin’ ‘bout that one bitch again?”
“Get off.” It wasn’t an order- too weak to be one.
“Nah,” Hidan settled on his knees, gaze drifting to the table. “I was gonna suggest we go out to eat to celebrate, but I think I’d rather give you yer present first.”
“Present.” Kakuzu shifted, grimacing at the mess that had covered his shirt. Disgusting. “Why?”
“It’s yer birthday, you fuckin’ old ass man,” Hidan replied, leaning in to brush a kiss against his lips. “An’ you get a present on yer birthday.”
It took a moment for Kakuzu to put the pieces together before a smirk curled his lips. He reached up, cupping Hidan’s cheek in a surprisingly tender movement, thumb brushing against the alabaster skin. “On your knees,” he whispered into their shared space, watching the way Hidan’s eyes light up, his grin widening.
“Sir, yessir. Or- wait, you liked it when I called you Daddy-” Hidan’s voice is cut off with a sharp smack to the cheek. “Oh, fuck yes, Daddy.”
“Get on your fucking hands and knees before I leave you here.”
“I got hands.”
“I’d tie you up.”
“Bastard!” Hidan laughed as he rolled away to work on his pants. “Hey, question.”
“Answer,” Kakuzu replied as he tugged his shirt over his head, careful to avoid smearing anything. His gaze drifted to his partner as Hidan successfully stripped off his pants. But that wasn’t what caught his attention.
No, it was the lace that adorned his thighs, and the garter around his waist, both a deep emerald in shade. Huh. “Fucker. Do you wanna get dinner after this?”
“Depends on if you can walk after I’m done with you,” Kakuzu replied as he reached over, fingers slipping beneath the band of the thigh highs, pulling it up before releasing it, letting it snap against Hidan’s thigh.
A gasp pulled free from the feeling of the snap against his skin. “... Touche,” he murmured, settling back against the bed with a lazy grin, like the cat who got the cream. “C’mere, daddy.”
“Fuck off,” Kakuzu snickered, shaking his head as he joined Hidan on the bed. He hovered for a moment, hands resting on either side of Hidan’s head.
“Hey,” Hidan whispered, reaching up to cup Kakuzu’s cheek, careful to mind the stitches. It’s rare for them to have these moments. “Happy birthday.”
Kakuzu leaned down, nosing at the underside of Hidan’s jaw so that he wouldn’t have to meet his gaze. “Thanks, brat,” he muttered, beginning to press kisses along the length of his neck.
#Fandom: Naruto#Content: fanfiction#Rating: E#kakuzu#Hidan#kakuhida#kakuzu x hidan#Konan#tw: daddy (just the term not the kink itself)#tw: consensual cheek slapping#tw: rough#unholy scripture [ n s f w ]
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Aye updated n s. F w tag
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