Birthday Request Event - 2024

Gift 36 - Aramaki x cisfem!Reader

Gift Details ♥
Reader Style: cisfem
Character: Aramaki
Vibe: NSFW Consensual
AU: Canon AU (writer's choice)
Prompt: Lazy Morning Sex (writer's choice)

Summary: Lazy morning sex with admiral Aramaki is really only lazy for him. Hang in there. >.> He's not going to - ahem - leaf you alone.

Content Notes: inappropriate use of a devil fruit, vine bondage, bondage, plant-based-sex, teasing, edging, Aramaki doesn't get out of bed, use of good girl, mdni

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

Aramaki woke from his peaceful sleep to the soft scent of coffee.

The perk of being at home was that you lived there. The bed, made for him, and maybe a little too big for you, was nice, but being able to sleep next to you, and with you, were really the best. He always slept better at home, and it was always difficult to will himself out of bed because of it.

You took such good care of him when he was home, and even more than that, holding down the proverbial fort for him while he was gone made it less of a burden for him to even have a home. Something he'd considered just getting rid of before meeting you. He wanted to do everything he could for you to show his appreciation.

Well, it wasn't like he had to get out of bed to do that.

Vines crept from the bed and traveled along the wooden floors the short distance between the bedroom and the kitchen. He heard you gasp when he poked your leg, and the soft chuckle, and weak scolding you gave him for startling you carried down the hall.

"I'm almost done making coffee, shoo." You say, gently pushing the vines away from your leg.

"Coffee can wait." He mutters into the soft pillow. You might not have heard him clearly, but he's sure you understood the tone.

Vines slip up your legs, careful and swift, giving you no time to argue. You could turn him away if you wanted to, he wouldn't push you terribly, but there was little reason to stop him this morning. If you had to make another pot of coffee later, it wouldn't be the end of the world.

The vines braced you easily, lifting you off the floor a little. You expected him to drag you back into the bedroom, but instead he left you where you were, vines coiling under your night shirt. The flexible tendrils wriggled against you with knowing skill, tickling and tantalizing you at the same time. Soft little bubbles of laughter would turn into sweet gasps and moans as his vines wrapped carefully around the swell of your breasts, flicking at the hardening nubs of your nipples.

"Ah-Aramaki... wait," you gasp as the vines spread your legs and pull your arms behind your back. Coiled vines rub against your slit, and the bumpy surface teases your clit with every motion.

"Don't hold back," he says the words softly but you can hear them easily as they vibrate along his vines. "I want to hear you, sweet sapling, and feel you." The vines tighten against you, hugging you close as the coiled length pushes into you with ease.

You cry out at the sweet pleasure, realizing as he moves inside you that the number of vines are increasing, slowly stretching you to mimic the size of your lover. Vines coiled against your feet, rubbed coolly against your thighs, supporting you and keeping you in place at the same time. They rolled along your arms and against your back, keeping you immobile and comforted in the same motion.

The pleasure between your thighs was heightened by the flick and coil of smooth vines teasing your breasts. Soft lengths of foliage pressed against your lips, parting them and caressing the side of your face, letting your breathy moans out into the kitchen.

Even with him still laying in bed, you could feel his eyes on you, the rough sensation of his hands moving over your body. The way he seemed to devour you even if he was several feet away.

The cold slick of a wet vine lapping at your clit makes you cry out in surprise and pleasure, squirming against the rising bliss that's crackling through a body that can do little more than shiver within the pliant, and smooth bark-covered vines holding it in place. Your toes curl and your fingers flex as you begin to pant into the air, blood rushing through you as your heart beat quickens.

"Ara... Aramaki, please, please!" You gasp as the euphoria builds. You know he's riding you along the edge of it on purpose, the ebb and surge of pleasure is too controlled. It ebbs again and you whimper.

The coil of vines deep in your wet pussy twist and swell in response, stretching you more than you had been before. The dull ache is nothing compared to the desperate need and you wail frustration and desire as the pleasure ebbs again.

The sound ripped from your lips was apparently the song he wanted this morning. The vines inside and out ply favors from your sweetest spots and the rush of euphoria is too much.

"Cum." The command is viscerally growled into your very being, and you obey.

Every muscle in your body snaps taut as pleasure crackles like lightning through you. The relentless assault pries a primal, lusty sound from your throat as you try uselessly to get away from the overwhelming pleasure. The messy wet sound of your orgasm drips onto the floor as the vines move you toward the bedroom.

Sense comes back to you as the vines deposit you carefully onto Aramaki's broad chest. Teary, a little too senseless still to stop from drooling on him, you sigh from the warmth and the sensation of the vines leaves you. His hand is on your back soothingly as you rest against him.

"Good girl," he muses, the rumble of his voice as soothing as a purr against your skin. The word alone makes you moan involuntarily, and the soft knowing chuckle from him makes your skin flush with embarrassed warmth.

"Another, warmer round, my sweet sapling?" He prompts, tilting his comfortable body enough to catch your gaze. "One just as satisfying, I promise."

Vines shift you just a little and the hard, hot, throbbing head of your lover's cock presses into your labia. You want to argue that your poor pussy is already aching, but the truth of it wouldn't be lost to Aramaki. He knows you down to your roots.

You were aching, certainly, but with need, not pain.