The Road Trip. {Thatch x Reader}

The River.

Your brows knitting together in frustration as you clutch onto your Tigger plushie tightly, your legs refusing to cooperate with your brain and allow you to walk at a moderate pace, like Thatch is managing to do so.

The brunette taking a look back at you with a taunting smile spreading across his delicious lips. "What's taking you so long~?" The male calls to you, the question only earning him a low growl. 

Does he want me to shout out that my crotch is still wet or something?!

Thankfully, it doesn't lead to that. The handsome man making a beeline toward you with his brow quirked, his dark eyes taking in your posture before a chuckle escapes his throat. "Ah, I see now~"

Not another word, Thatch!

The tease simply wrapping his arms around your waist and playfully pecking your lips. "Does somebody wanna be carried~?" Your heart melting within your chest at the mere question, or more likely, the tone he used. Your lips pleasantly tingling from his sweet kiss.

"...Yes please." You begrudgingly fold, having no desire to waddle your way back to the car. Thatch obeying instantly and scooping you up in his arms bridal style. A blush rising to your cheeks as the cold night air sends a chill up your skirt. "D-Don't let everyone see my underwear!"

"I wouldn't dream of it." Thatch chuckles lowly, his voice is a mixture now; soft but also rather clipped. As if the thought of anyone seeing your underwear makes his skin crawl. Although, you've gathered that this man has a slightly possessive trait so perhaps it does.

A smug grin creeping to your lips as your arms instinctively wrap themselves around Thatch's muscular neck, your fingers tangling themselves in his brown locks. You just can't help but feel happy despite not being able to walk properly.

You've never seen anyone have such an effect on a man before, Koala doesn't even hold this much potential dominance over Sabo. Sure, the boy loves her, you've got no doubt about that. But she can't make him crumble, like you can Thatch.

Finally reaching the car, the gentleman lowers you down to the ground. The club looking even more crowded than before but the music is still annoyingly loud. "I'll text Marco, let him know we're taking the car to the lake. The hotel isn't too far from this place so they'll be fine walking there~"

You can already imagine Marco's expression when reading that text message. A face-melting glare and the male muttering something like 'fucking asshole yoi' under his breath as per usual. That poor blonde has to get Ace and Luffy back to that hotel tonight too. Good luck there, Marco.

Climbing into the car, you relax against the passenger seat as Thatch drives to the river you had passed earlier today. It's dark out here so if you two wish to see just what the hell you're doing, you'll need the headlights on or something.

A slight fear washing over you as Thatch pulls up by the water, it looks really dark and creepy. Even with the brights included, the water still looks black. But you're not completely discouraged, since you'll be with this sexy brunette right here. The man is a good swimmer and arguably fearless so you're in safe hands.

Yes, I can do this!

Following Thatch's lead out of the car, you begin to undress yourself. Throwing your discarded clothes into a pile on the grassy ground. Taking a peek at the brunette, your eyes just about leap from your skull when you catch a glimpse of his large...size.

Sweet Jesus! If we have sex, he'll destroy me! 

The man lowering himself into the water first, a visible chill running up his spine as his brown orbs flicker up to you. An clearly involuntary blush invading his cheeks already but he plays it cool, as always. "It's pretty cold in here, be warned~"