Bellamy the Hyena
“Come on, you wanted this, remember?” The hot voice against your ear was mocking-teasing at best. The low rumble of the voice bordered onto a growl as fingers dug further into your hips, keeping your lower half flush to the hips of Bellamy the Hyena; the man who remained as solid as a boulder against the bed’s edge. His legs were spread as wide as he would manage with his pants around his ankles, thighs flexing when your own brushed his. It was just enough room given to you to offer up a moderately comfortable spot on his lap; one that had you attempt to take the thick cock currently pressing against your dripping cunt. His words brought goosebumps along your shoulders, eyes closing, and no retort in your mouth. He was right. You had asked for this. Begged for this mere minutes ago, when the oversized man had offered his hands to satisfy you once again, but you had been determined to take his cock tonight. It was something you both had been working towards since this relationship had started when he returned to Dressrossa several months prior. Brought on by a tipsy fling that had you both grinding desperately until he came in his pants, you both found a strange connection that wouldn’t let you both go. Of course, you had been begging for his cock since your first less tipsy run-in with the man, but the moment he show you just how large he actually did you realize you’d have to work yourself up to take him. That alone wasn’t easy considering how busy the man was.
“S-shut it.” You were bold at your words, but they fell apart to a desperate gasp the moment the fat tip found your clenching hole.
“I told you I could have fucked you with my mouth.” He continued, ignoring how desperately you continued to wiggle against him. Whether it was to urge the tip further in or pull away, he wasn’t sure, but he continued to prod as he spoke. “Could have made you come so many times tonight. You’d have been begging me to stop before I was done with you, but you wanted this.” To emphasize his words, he pushed in a shallow thrust and the tip in, finally, with a relieving pop felt by both. Your head fell back further against his shoulder, sweat making hair stick to his skin. He wasn’t even fully unclothed, just that ridiculous opened shirt of his he always wore discarded with his pants just pushed down. He hadn’t planned on going this far, but he was aching as he touched you and those desperate pleas for his cock had finally worn down his resolve.
“F-fuck.” His voice cracked this time, a shiver running along his spine as he pushed you down further. An inch and he was suddenly much thicker than you had originally thought. How thick he actually was you never thought to measure, but your entire hand couldn’t wrap completely around him without struggling. Another inch and your mouth dropped open, the edge of a desperate cry falling out. His left arm curled around your stomach, angling you just right above him as the other immediately dropped to brush thick fingers over your clit.
“Bell!” Your voice broke into a squeak, eyes opening. A mirror was settled before you both; the image of his throbbing cock barely fitting just in the opening something that had you clenching. He hissed, low into your shoulder, and those eyes settled on your own through the mirror.
“Y-you wanted this.”
“Please!” A laugh, so breathless one would have thought he had been running through all of Dressrossa, danced over your bare shoulder.
“So eager for my cock and yet you’re squeezing me so tight. Trying to make me come already.” As if to emphasize, he pushed on further, and your body tightened. Each clench drove a piece of his resolve to take things slow to the edge, teeth grinding when he fought to not latch onto your skin. Slow kisses decorated instead, followed by nips whenever you felt him throb.
“Bell.” Your voice was small. Eager. Mirth shined in his eyes as he watched the look of trust and unobstructed awe you gave him at the conjoining of your bodies. The hunger burned on flushed cheeks as he continued to sink in, inch after inch. Even when you thought you couldn’t take much more, body so full already did he gently press on with praises almost too soft to have come from him.
“Fuck, look at how that hungry cunt is swallowing me. God-” A stutter, and finally, with a full-body grown that shook you to your stretched core, did his hips press flush to your own. After having been suspended for so long, it felt weird for your weight to press to his thighs.
It felt weirder when he pulsed while fully sheathed in your heat.
Like a heartbeat, tucked into your lower gut, he pulsed and twitched eagerly, fighting against the pleasure those quivering walls offered. He’d sit for several seconds, hands traveling to stroke over your thighs and knees to ground himself. The pleasure had been shocking; too much all at once for the poor man. Hell, if you had managed to keep your eyes on his own before his forehead pressed into your shoulder, you would have seen the tears gathering from how hard he strained.
“W…worth the months.” He gasped finally, forgetting to breathe entirely while steadying himself. Massive chest expanding, his hands found purchase on your hips and he finally did the first move. Lifting you barely up, he dropped you down slower than he originally thought he could manage, snapping noises from you both. “F-fuck, it was worth it.” Those teeth of his finally found purchase on your shoulder and he was falling, twisting into a slow grinding rhythm with as much minimal movement as he could manage. But it was hard; the way you were absolutely milking him was blinding his rational thought, walls contracting in waves. There was no way to predict how you’d tighten next. Sometimes it was when his finger brushed your clit just right and those pretty legs of yours began to shake, while others were when his tip nestled just deep enough to make you feel he was in your stomach. And each time those damn moans you let out were right in his ear, urging him to dig for me, to earn each noise. God, he wanted to do good for you, but with how you were treating his cock he didn’t know how he was going to manage that.
“M-More.” Then, like a prayer, the word fell from your mouth. A gasp, then it fell again and Bellamy’s hands tightened like vices. More? Did you want more from him? How much more from him could you take? A sharper thrust pulled out further than the last, and you still asked for more.
You want more? The words caught in his throat before he could ask. But your pleas were like a hymn to him and he delivered finally, shimmying his legs to kick the pants that still hung off desperately before spreading his legs for stability.
Then, he began to fuck you.
“Y-you wanted this!” He chanted it, as though to remind you of why you were screaming in pleasure. Why your hole burned with every sharp thrust as the tip smashed into your deepest parts. Why that pleasure was beginning to skyrocket until your vision blurred with tears because it was edging onto too much. Why you were clinging to the two arms clasped around your torso, cradling you in a surprisingly soft hold despite his powerful thrusts.
“Coming!” A warning from him. Heating, desperate, and one clenching hand returned to your abused clit and you were falling over that edge quickly. Dots of light danced behind your eyelids, unable to watch in the mirror like he did as you clenched around him in an almost comical sight considering how stretched open you were by him. But he watched. He watched as the veins that already strained against the underside of his cock became even more visible with each pulse. He watched how his balls constricted from the force of the orgasm that tore through him. He watched and watched and watched as he felt the ropes of cum he shot into your waiting body. How each burst of the warm liquid send a new shiver through your body that ended with a sharp clench on his cock.
Fuck, he could get used to this.
Even as his cock continued to weakly pulse, droplets of cum being released with every move, all he could imagine was doing this again. In fact-
Your eyes shot open with the first thrust. Then another. And another. Shock and pleasure, from the sensitive body so sore and aching and full, had you on overdrive as your hands immediately found his arm, nails digging into flesh.
“B-Bell, please!”
“Come on, princess. You’ve got one more in you.” A lazy finger rolled your clit softly, as if aware of how used it and you were. Even with the lazy touches, it felt like too much, body arching off his body in desperation to both seek out that friction and get away. Bellamy laughed a low chortle of grunts and pressed an open, wet kiss to your pulse. “Besides, I’ve got more cum to give you than just that.” Fuck, did he have a lot more to give you. Several months worth at the very least, maybe more if he could keep going.
And unlike you, Bellamy was a pirate with a Devil Fruit who had developed his stamina for years; you weren’t going to be let off so easily.
You wanted this.