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Nice and slow

- Love and lust. What a wonderful combination.

Pairing: Bartolomeo x Straw Hat g/n reader

Genre: fluff, smut

Word count: 2323

Warnings/Tags: nsfw, dry humping, fingering, first time, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, tender sex.

Summary: Barto and you have been together for a while now, and you wonder if his overexcited self could handle a little more... Fire.

A/N: This is nothing but a self-indulgent work of filth.

Help! I've fallen for Barto and I can't get up.

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Bartolomeo was shaking underneath you, barely keeping his overwhelming emotions under control. You were straddling him, wearing nothing but your underwear. Your hand grazing over his well-defined abs, and his clothed erection pressing delightfully against your crotch.

"You know we can stop whenever you want, right?" You reassured with a soft smile, afraid that he was gonna pass out from joy like the last time you tried to be more intimate... and the one before that... And the one before that too.

"I... I'm fine, babe," Bartolomeo said and his blush deepened. His eyes avoided yours for a few moments. The feared captain of the Barto Club was nothing, but a shy mess and you simply loved it.

"You are so beautiful, Barto," you said cupping his cheek in your hand, caressing it with your thumb, and leaning down to place a soft kiss on his lips. The cannibal sighed and melted under your touch. The time stopped around him and a single happy tear ran down his face.

The warmth of your skin against his and the mixture of tenderness and lust in your kisses were making him harder by the second, but his strong feelings for you restrained him, making it almost impossible to touch you or even move.

Your own arousal was testing your patience and gradually clouding your mind, but for the sake of your poor boyfriend's heart, you had to be gentle. This was his first time and you needed to help him overcome his nervousness before you could bring things a step further.

You reckon he’s made a lot of progress in the time you’ve been together: he was now able to look you in the eye for more than a minute without turning into a mumbling mess or touch you and kiss you without crying -too much- or hyperventilating. But all of this was a whole other level and you needed to be extra careful.

With your lips still on his, and your thumbs stroking his face, you began to slowly roll your hips against him; chuckling at the desperate whine Barto let out. Feeling his growing bulge rubbing against your own arousal.

"Oh, babe~" Barto moaned, before hiding his flushed face under his hand. His entire body was trembling like jelly.

"Everything alright, love?" You whispered in his ear, and he shuddered.

"Y... Y... Yes~" He replied between heavy breaths, and you continued grinding your hips against him, all the while peppering soft kisses on his face.

"Good boy," you cooed tenderly stroking his hair, and the pirate squealed inside.

"Ooh... that feels... so good~" Bartolomeo moaned softly as your mouth traveled to his neck, lightly nibbling, and licking at his sensitive skin. The tip of your fingers began massaging his scalp to the pace of your hips and Barto purred your name.

"You're doing a great job, baby," you praised between kisses, noticing he was more relaxed now and responding quite well to your ministrations.

Hesitant hands moved to the small of your back and trembling fingers began drawing circles on your skin. The sudden sensation drew out a faint moan from you, and you arched your back seeking more of that delicious electric feel. Luckily, your boyfriend got the hint, and his hands began stroking gently up and down your back, matching the tempo of your hips.

Your mouth met his again, and you sucked on his lower lip before sliding your tongue inside Barto’s mouth, feeling his sharp teeth brushing against it. His taste was intoxicating; better than the sweetest sake you had ever drunk. It made you feel dizzy with passion.

The room was quiet except for the sweet sounds of pleasure coming from both of you and it felt like the universe itself had stopped moving just to give you some privacy. Nothing else mattered now, problems and worries were long forgotten, buried under thick layers of affection and pleasure.

Bartolomeo’s hands became eager as if he didn’t want to let a single millimeter of your skin unexplored; kneading and squeezing while he whispered your name with devotion. His long fingers ran down your sides and grasped at your hips as you pressed harder against him.

"Would you let me try something else, my love?" You asked, emphasizing your words with another agonizing roll of your hips.

"Y... Yeah~" Bartolomeo managed to say before letting out a long groan. My love. The words echoed in his mind like a choir of angels.

After earning his allowance, you began kissing your way down his chest, trailing the outline of his tattoo with your tongue, savoring the saltiness of his skin. Bartolomeo's eyes were shut, his eyebrows curved in a tight frown, and his lower lip trapped between his teeth; his fingers tangled in your hair as he began bucking his hips to meet yours.

Leaving a peck on his sternum, you sat up straight, adjusting your position to have better access to Barto's pants; carefully studying his reaction as your fingers teased at the buckle of his belt. The cannibal flushed and stared at you with a mixture of devotion and lust in his heavy-lidded eyes. He was completely surrendered at your mercy.

"May I?" you asked and waited patiently for his answer. A few seconds later Bartolomeo nodded, and you unbuttoned his trousers; slowly pulling them down to reveal his hard member already coated with precum.

"Damn, Barto," you said biting your lower lip, resisting the urge to take him in your mouth… but it had to wait for some other day; you didn't want to give the poor man a heart attack.

After helping him get rid of his pants, you straddle his lap again and took in the view. Bartolomeo’s lips were parted, white fangs lightly peeking out; his hard member was the same color as his blushed cheeks and it contrasted perfectly with his tanned skin.

As light as a feather, the tip of your index finger traced the veins on Bartolomeo's shaft, and he let out a shaky whine. Your thumb joined soon, brushing the underside of his member from the base to the head, before circling on its tip, spreading precum all over its velvety skin. The desperate sounds he was making were like music to your ears.

"Barto, I need you inside of me," you confessed after your patience had reached its limit. "Would you let me...?" You let the question hang in the air.

Bartolomeo gasped at your sudden petition and his eyes snapped open. His breathing became shallower, his pulse was racing and for a long second, he felt like he was about to explode from excitement.

"Itwouldbeanhonor~" Barto mumbled wiping the tears already pooling in his eyes.

"Sorry, baby. I didn't hear you," you said, giving his lower belly a gentle stroke.

"I said that..." Bartolomeo talked, taking a deep breath. His eyes focused on the ceiling, unable to look you in the eye. "It would be... an honor." He concluded and you swore you had never seen his face so red before.

"The honor will be all mine, my love," you said, blowing him a tender kiss.

Reaching to your night table you took out a bottle of lube from the drawer, rubbing the container between your palms, to heat up the transparent liquid. The pirate was following your every move with curiosity and impatience. After applying a generous amount of lube to your palm, your mischievous gaze moved to his, and your warm hand wrapped firmly around his shaft.

"Hnnng~" Barto grunted as you began to slowly stroke his throbbing member. His hands tugged at the sheets and his muscles tensed following the enticing movement of your hand. Touching himself had always been enjoyable, but your hands on him brought a new level of pleasure he had never imagined possible; he was gradually losing his mind.

"My beautiful Barto," you praised, admiring the exquisite sight before you: your boyfriend captured between your legs, sweat glistening on his chiseled torso, and a pink flush on his cheeks; his fangs on full display as he moaned your name again and again.

"...so good... babe~” Bartolomeo let out in a long grunt, as you continued with the delicious torture.

A few moments later, you withdrew your hand from Barto's member. The piece of fabric still covering your arousal was starting to upset you and you got rid of it in the blink of an eye. The pirate whined like struck by lightning when he saw you completely exposed to him. He wondered how you would feel wrapped around him; what noises you would make when he pounded inside of you. A deep primitive urge invaded him.

Noticing Bartolomeo’s lascivious gaze on your body, you began touching yourself. Your fingers played with your nipples while your other hand wandered over your sex. Barto’s focused his entire attention on the show you were pulling off for him.

For a moment, you teased your entrance with two fringes dripping with lube and Barto's precum, before pushing inside; stretching your walls, and preparing your body to take him.

"You're so beautiful, babe~" The cannibal sighed while tenderly stroking your thighs. His hips moved involuntary, seeking some friction.

Once you were ready, you placed a hand on his chest, adjusting your position before guiding him to your entrance. Your gazes locked as you slowly sank down onto his length, moaning each other’s names all the while.

“Don’t move… Please ~" He panted when you took him whole, afraid that he wasn’t going to last long. You felt amazing wrapped around him, and the fact that you, of all people, were his first, was sending him over the edge.

“Barto, shall we stop?” You asked softly, unable to hide the bit of concern in your voice.

“No,” He rushed. “Just… Do it slowly, please.” Bartolomeo added and you gave him a sweet smile.

“Alright,” you cooed and began rolling your hips at an agonizingly slow pace; sliding all the way up until only his tip remained inside, then back down again. The texture of his cock felt wonderful against your walls, and it took all the willpower you got to keep you from riding him harder.

"Fuck... Barto," You moaned throwing your head back. Your eyes were unable to focus anymore as delicious waves of pleasure hit you with every passing second.

"Faster… please~" Bartolomeo groaned a few moments after. His fingers digging in your hips and his mouth pronouncing your name like a mantra.

You began moving faster, circling your hips as your hands ran over his abs up to his chest. Your thumbs brushed his nipples and the sound that came from his mouth made your walls twitch. He looked so sexy like that, completely undone and aroused.

"Barto... Fuck me... Please," you begged between moans. Your self-control was long forgotten.

Something feral took over Bartolomeo when he heard your pledge. His raw lust finally won the battle over his emotions, and he obliged, rolling you both on the bed until you were beneath him. The wild look he gave you sent shivers all over your body.

You wrapped your legs around Bartolomeo's waist, and he began rocking his hips against you. His pace was rather erratic at first, and you could tell there was still a pinch of nervousness gnawing at his mind. Lucky for you, Bartolomeo was a quick learner. Soon he got used to the position and began pounding inside you with an incredibly sensual rhythm. Barto’s mouth met yours in a passionate kiss and you felt the world crumble around you. He felt so good.

"Please do it~" you whimpered when you felt his fangs teasing the crook of your neck. Barto obeyed and his sharp teeth sank gently into your skin, making your toes curl.

Grabbing a handful of his green hair, you pulled at it gently, compelling him to look you in the eye.

"Barto... Fuck me harder," you commanded, allowing him to use your body as he pleased.

Still holding your gaze, Bartolomeo began pounding mercilessly into you; the look of ecstasy in your face burning into his brain. His teeth returned to your skin and your eyes rolled back into your head. The shy fanboy who would collapse if you stole a kiss from him had finally let out his darker side.

"Oh, baby... Please don't stop," you whined as the tingling sensation in your lower belly grew exponentially. Your hands kneaded the muscles on his back as he hit that magical spot over and over again.

"Oooh Barto," you finally cried out, closing your eyes, and holding on to him for dear life as bliss hit you in powerful warm waves, making your muscles spasm. For a moment, it seemed you had abandoned your body and were floating in space with his arms preventing you from drifting away.

"Fuck, babe~" Bartolomeo let out a low grunt when your walls clenched around him. A couple more desperate thrusts were all it took for him to reach his own climax, and he emptied himself inside of you with your name on his lips.

The two of you remained still for a while, relishing the aftermath, feeling tired, but incredibly peaceful. Bartolomeo placed a chaste kiss on your forehead and surrounded you with his arms, holding you tightly as if you were going to vanish into thin air. Everything felt so right and perfect that, for a moment, he feared it had been nothing but a dream.

You placed your arms around him as well, letting yourself get lost in his embrace, while tenderly running your fingers through his soft green hair. Bartolomeo purred at your caresses, and you let out a loving sigh.

“Oh, my beautiful, Barto,” You cooed, and he held you closer. Shortly after, both of you drifted off to sleep, wearing a pleased smile and the reassuring confidence of knowing that you belonged to each other.

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Y/N: I'm going the fight the next person who insults Bo.

Bo: I hate myself.

Y/N: Alright, square up.

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