One Piece x Reader Erotica (NO REQUESTS)

Devour Me (Lucci x Reader)

Fem!Reader

She wasn't quite sure what it was about him that intrigued her, but she thought it might be the way he moved. His smooth, elegant strides seemed almost strategical, as if great thought had been put into the placement of each foot. And he was quiet. So quiet she could literally feel the warmth of his breath on the back of her neck before she even heard him move a single muscle.

He was a predator. He was dangerous, especially for someone as fragile as her. And yet the thrill she felt when his slitted pupils sought out hers in a crowded room drew her to him. She wanted him, even if he would only consume her in the end.

She was prey, and he was honing in, drawn in by the scent of her fear, the thrum of her pulse beneath the soft flesh of her neck. He could so easily break her, but he always enjoyed playing with his prey first.

She opened her door to him late one night. He stood leaning against the doorjamb watching her with cold, yellow eyes framed by long, dark hair. He didn't enter immediately, even when she opened the door wider for him, like a cat waits at the threshold as if, once the door is open, it has all the time in the world.

It was a warm night and she could feel the hair sticking to the back of her neck, a single drop of sweat sliding between her shoulder blades and down her spine. Some unspoken thing passed between them and she felt the heat begin to pool between her legs already. She knew he could smell her when his pupils widened, zeroing in on the delicious scent. He licked his lips and she felt herself grow weak at the knees.

He brushed past her without a word and the door swung closed with a click that sounded muffled in the humidity. It was the sound of her fate being sealed. She was completely and utterly at his mercy.

He stripped off his jacket slowly, powerful muscles rippling beneath his black dress shirt, suspenders straining, and hung it carefully over the back of a chair to protect it from creasing. He rolled his sleeves up neatly to his elbows, taking his time, letting her grow increasingly flustered as she watched him. He took a seat on the settee, crossing his legs neatly and spreading his arms out across the back of the lounge. Finally, he popped the first few buttons on his shirt, a sliver of olive skin taunting her, and he spoke for the first time that night.

"Strip."

There was an air of authority to his tone, a command she couldn't ignore, and his hungry gaze burned into her expectantly. With trembling fingers, she began unbuttoning her blouse, peeling the thin fabric from her sweat-damp skin. The garment fluttered to the ground and she started on her skirt, shimmying it down her hips to pool at her feet. As she stepped out of it, she made to kick off her heels as well but he stopped her with a single raised finger.

"Leave them on."

He beckoned her with that same finger and she trembled in her heels as she moved to stand in front of him in only her undergarments. His yellow eyes stayed on hers the whole way, then raked appreciatively over the curves of her breasts and hips once she stood still. He got to his feet gracefully, the space between them shrinking to almost nothing for a moment. He was so close he must have heard her sharp intake of breath, but he made no acknowledgement, examining her face closely before moving aside to circle around to her back. She could feel his eyes on her the whole time, feel the shudder run up her spine as she bared her most vulnerable side to him.

She almost jumped as he placed his hands on her shoulders, calloused palms sweeping down her arms to settle on her hips as he leaned into to nuzzle the crook of her neck. He inhaled deeply, the tip of his nose tickling her skin as he traced a line from her shoulder to the spot beneath her ear.

"You smell so sweet, kitten," he purred. "I'm going to devour you."

Her legs almost collapsed from under her at his words. Her skin was burning, aching for his touch, but save for his hands on her hips, he refused to close the remaining distance between their bodies and she dared not take the initiative and press back against him. He was in control. If she obeyed, he would reward her with the pleasure she so badly wanted. If she rebelled, he would eat her alive.