One Piece x Reader Erotica (NO REQUESTS)

Bad Cop (Smoker x Reader) AU

Fem!Reader

The sound of a key turning in the lock pulled you from your book. You looked up from the page to find your husband, Police Chief Smoker, still in uniform, enter with a heavy scowl on his face. He closed the door behind him, perhaps a little too hard, and kicked off his boots, offering you a short greeting before making his way to the bedroom.

You put your book aside and followed, sure he would be in need of some venting. You leaned against the door jamb as you watched him shrug off his jacket.

"Bad day?"

He grunted an affirmative.

"What happened?"

"They got away again," he growled. "Those damn kids."

You stepped forward and took his face in your hands. His brow was still furrowed in a scowl, but his eyes softened as he leaned into your touch. He sighed heavily.

"Not a single arrest all day. I was so close."

You hummed. "Maybe you could use those handcuffs for something else," you said, trailing your thumb along his jaw and relishing the way he shuddered under your touch.

"Oh? Have you been bad?" he said with a smirk, pulling you against him by the waist. "Do I need to spank you?"

You laughed. "I haven't done anything yet. But that can easily be remedied," you purred.

Reaching around to wind your fingers through his short, silver hair, you tugged him down to your level and kissed him deeply. But before he could claim your mouth, you pulled away, flashing him a mischievous grin.

You pushed lightly on his chest until he was seated on the edge of the bed. He leaned back on his hands, eyes grazing appreciatively over your figure. You stripped for him, slow and teasing, until you had him shifting uncomfortably in his spot. When he'd finally endured enough of your teasing, he made to pull you down into his lap, but you danced out of his reach. You waved a finger at him.

"Patience is a virtue, Chief," you teased.

"When have I ever been virtuous?" he scoffed.

"You have your moments," you chuckled. "This probably won't be one of them."

You lowered yourself onto your knees before him. He gave you a brief look of confusion, but the moment your fingers began tugging at his belt buckle, a slow smirk began to spread its way across his face. He made to remove the rest of his uniform.

"No," you stopped him. "Leave it on, it's kind of hot."

He gave a low chuckle. "If I'd known you liked me in uniform this much I would have tried this sooner." He obliged, but left his shirt unbuttoned for you to admire his well-muscled abdomen.

You flashed him a grin, before working on the fastenings of his pants, his cock already straining against the fabric. It sprung free and you wasted no time taking him into your mouth, working your tongue over his length until you felt his fingers winding their way into your hair and heard his low hiss of pleasure.

"Keep going like that," he said, his breath quickening. "And I won't last much longer."

You ignored him, instead taking him deeper.

"[Name]," he grunted, his grip on your hair tightening.

You hummed lightly and you heard him curse under his breath at the sensation. You tasted pre-cum on your tongue which only spurred you on.

"That's enough!" he growled, tugging you off of him. You smirked up at him, pupils blown wide beneath heavy lids, silently begging him to give you what you want.