DISCLAIMER: I do not own one piece or any of the characters they are property of Eiichiro Oda
Tending the desk to the laundromat whilst your mother was in the back, when the bell rang. In came a very intimidating looking man his eyes droopy, probably from sleep deprivation. His light blue hair matted; scars dawned his tanned skin along with thorn tattoos that ran down his arms. Hesitant to greet him but your family needed the money "good morning sir." he grunts in reply dragging a large bag to one of the machines, giving yourself a migraine watching him cram as much laundry into the load, not even bothering to sort the white form the colours, was just infuriating coming out from behind the counter. Snatching the bag away pulling everything out that he loaded in, opening a second washing machine door. Throwing whites into the left machine and colours into the right. The large sack sorted into only two wash loads turning round to see the man standing his face shocked. "You should close your mouth before flies come along."
Closing his mouth no one had ever spoke to him like that much less a woman. "aren't you afraid of me." You raising an eyebrow to his question "Am i supposed to be?" Smirking at your remark she's pretty ballsy. "So who are you anyways?" slumping forward depressed she doesn't recognize him, "have you heard of the Kid pirates?" nodding commenting "aren't they supposed to be scary." I don't like this getting pissed off with you. He decides to make you scared of him "so your not afraid of me at all." walking toward you, only backing up when your chests collide now pressing his body against you pinning you to the wall. "are you afraid now?" adverting eye contact "a little" you confess. Leaning forward his lips by you ear Pressing harder into you strangely finding this alluring. Whispering "good" you were like butter in his hands for some reason. You were afraid but eroused. Looking to find his eyes only to fixate on his lips wanting them, taking the risk pushing off the wall stealing a kiss causing him to stumble and fall to the floor. Falling with him, kissing him again. This time adhering to your request kissing you back it was rough, messy and clumsy, over loaded with lust. Pulling away he breaths "i think I'm more scared of you" smirking bringing his lips close lightly brushing them against your before calling you a rapist. you laugh at his snide comment, forcing another kiss on him.
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