Aria's Pov
I couldn't focus on the papers scattered across my desk. CP9's betrayal was hanging over Water 7 like a thundercloud. By tomorrow, everything would shatter—Iceberg's trust, the fragile peace, the illusion that I belonged here.
And me? I was complicit. I'd lied, I'd smiled, I'd let myself slide right into their shadowy little circle because it was easier than standing alone. Because deep down, I wanted to see how far I could go.
So what did it matter now, really? If I was already going to hell, I might as well enjoy the ride.
Which was why my eyes kept straying across the room to Lucci.
He was silent as always, bent over his work, neat script flowing across the page. Calm. Controlled. The rest of CP9 sometimes laughed, sometimes postured, but Lucci? He never cracked. He was all edges—cool, efficient, terrifying.
And god help me, I wanted him.
I wanted him here, now, in this office that still smelled faintly of wood polish and ink. I wanted to feel the strength he kept coiled under his clothes, the danger he wore like a second skin.
If tomorrow was the end, then tonight—I needed this.
As if fate was giving me a nudge, he glanced at me.
"You should leave," he said flatly. "It's late."
That voice. Cold steel wrapped in velvet. It should've sent me running. Instead, I rose, legs carrying me toward him before my brain caught up.
I cornered him, literally—backed him against the filing cabinet with a smirk I didn't feel. "Funny," I said, letting my voice dip into a flirt I'd never dared take this far, "I was about to tell you the same thing."
His eyes narrowed. Sharp. Assessing. Not fooled.
I leaned closer anyway, reckless. "You know, Lucci, you've never once let your guard down around me. Around anyone. Doesn't that get… exhausting?"
He didn't answer. He didn't move.
So I pushed harder, shameless now, adrenaline and lust making me stupid. My hand slid up his chest, fingers curling in his lapel. "Come on. Just once. Let me in."
"Aria." My name on his tongue was a warning.
I smiled anyway, too wide, too desperate. "What's the worst that happens? You scowl at me harder than usual? Break my wrist? Or…" I let my lips hover near his, "you kiss me back."
The silence stretched, unbearable. My heart hammered.
Then, with terrifying swiftness, he grabbed me.
His hand clamped around the back of my neck, firm, decisive, tilting my head back. His mouth crashed onto mine—rough, testing, full of restraint he was barely holding onto. My gasp was swallowed instantly, his tongue pushing in, claiming, punishing.
Holy shit.
I barely had time to breathe before he shoved me back against the desk, his body crowding mine. The kiss was brutal, teeth clashing, lips bruising. His control radiated through every movement; he kissed like he fought, precision layered over raw force.
And I loved it.
I moaned against his mouth, fingers clawing at his suit jacket. He deepened the kiss, then broke it abruptly, dragging in a breath, eyes dark and unreadable.
"You don't know what you're asking for," he said, voice low, dangerous.
I licked my lips, trembling but grinning. "Then show me."
Something snapped.
He spun me, pressing me chest-first against the desk, his hand between my shoulder blades keeping me pinned. His other hand slid up my thigh, under my skirt, the fabric bunched roughly. My pulse skyrocketed.
"Lucci—" I tried to sound cocky, but it came out breathless.
His fingers pushed aside my panties and slid against me, sharp and sure. I gasped, hips jerking. Two fingers pressed in without hesitation, stretching me, curling just right. My knees buckled.
"Already wet," he muttered against my ear, contempt threaded with hunger. "Pathetic."
The humiliation made me burn hotter.
He fingered me with ruthless precision, no buildup, no gentleness. His pace was relentless, every thrust of his hand calculated to undo me. My moans filled the office, muffled by my bitten lip.
"Oh god—fuck—" I braced myself against the desk, trying to keep quiet, but he drove me harder, faster. My body convulsed around his fingers, the orgasm tearing through me before I could stop it.
He pulled out abruptly, leaving me shaking, unsatisfied in a new way.
Then he shoved me to my knees.
My breath caught as he unzipped with one hand, his cock springing free, thick, flushed, intimidating. He gripped my hair, forcing me to look up at him. His gaze was pure predator.
"Suck," he ordered.
I didn't hesitate. My lips closed around him, my tongue swirling, my throat working to take as much as I could. He groaned low, his hips thrusting just enough to choke me on purpose. Tears blurred my eyes, spit ran down my chin, but I took it, hands bracing on his thighs.
"Better," he said, voice clipped, as if grading me.
I gagged when he pushed deeper, and he pulled me back just before I broke, letting me gasp before shoving me down again. Rough, controlling, unrelenting. My own arousal only spiked, my core aching, empty.
When he finally dragged me up, he turned me and bent me over the desk again. Papers scattered everywhere as he yanked my panties down, pushed my skirt up, and without warning—slammed into me.
I cried out, the stretch sharp, brutal. He gave me no time, pounding into me instantly, pace punishing, hips snapping against mine with bone-deep strength.
"Fuck—Lucci—" My voice cracked on his name, every thrust forcing sound out of me.
He grunted, steady and merciless. One hand gripped my hip hard enough to bruise, the other tangled in my hair, pulling my head back so I couldn't hide the sounds he ripped out of me.
I was nothing under him, taken apart piece by piece, used like I was his to break. And I loved every second of it.
The desk shook, my knuckles white on the edge, his cock slamming deep, finding every spot that made me scream. My climax built again, terrifying in its intensity.
"I—oh god, I'm—"
"Do it," he ordered, and I shattered.
My orgasm ripped through me, body clenching tight around him, vision white. He groaned low, finally losing control, thrusting harder, faster, until he came too, hot and deep inside me.
For a long moment, the only sound was our ragged breathing.
Then he pulled out, tucking himself away with calm precision, as if nothing had happened. His face was unreadable again, cold, distant.
I was shaking, clothes ruined, throat raw, body thrumming with aftershocks. And yet—I was exhilarated. Thrilled. Terrified.
He glanced at me once, dismissive. "Get yourself together." Then he walked out, composed as ever.
I sank onto the desk, burying my face in my hands. Guilt crashed over me, heavy and suffocating. Iceberg, the city, everything—I'd just fucked the villain the night before he burned it all.
And yet, under the guilt, I was hooked.
By morning, I couldn't face it. I teleported away, using my devil fruit to wish myself back to the isolated shore where I'd first arrived in this world. Water 7 and its betrayal would come without me.
I laid in the sand staring up, thinking of everything that happened.
I learn the basics of building a ship.
I slept with two One Piece characters.
I nearly got caught up in an actual One Piece arc.
I was guilty. I was ruined.
And I wanted more.
Onto the next location.
Hey guysss, Author here! We've come to the end of the first arc of Aria's journey. It was definitely rushed but that was because I wanted to put this random idea on a fanfic and out before I could convince myself out of it. The following arcs will definitely be longer, have more drama, and better written, actually thought out smut (I really rushed Lucci's own 'cuz I didn't really know how it'd go and I didn't want to start doubting myself and just dropping the whole thing.)
I'm also not sure where Aria should go next. I have a few ideas but suggestions are always welcome. Also please tell me what you think so far. I would absolutely love some feedback.
While you wait (hopefully not for long) for me to get my shit together and conclude on where she's going next, if you want to check out my original work, especially the smut there (they're much better written than the ones here, at least so far), then the name of the book I'm referring to is The Alpha's Forgotten Mate and the smut chapters are Special Chapters #3, #4, #6 , and #8 (Volume one) and Watch, Please, This Feeling, I'll Teach You, and Heat (Volume Two)
Here are snippets of smut from both volumes:
"Do you know how many times I've fucked you?"
"Add one more"
Her eyes locked with his, a flicker of challenge in them now. Her wolf was rising again, hungry, wild.
Lucian sighed like a man tested one too many times.
Then he shifted.
Fast.
He flipped her onto her stomach, one palm pressing her cheek gently but firmly into the pillow.
She gasped.
"What—"
"You won't stop," he said, voice dropping to a tone she hadn't yet heard from him. Cold. Final. Dominant in a way that made her cunt clench without warning. "You won't rest."
"Lucian—"
"I told you I'd help you rest. And if that means fucking the heat out of you until you pass out—"
He grabbed his belt off the floor.
Tied her wrists to the headboard.
And leaned down to murmur in her ear.
"Then I can arrange that."
And
Riven finally pulled back, chin slick, eyes wicked. Standing, he dropped back against the wall, sliding down until he was half-sitting on the floor, his legs spread. He pulled me into his lap, the hard line of his erection pressing against me through his uniform trousers.
"Ride me," he ordered softly, hands locking on my hips. "You can come again like this."
I whimpered, already moving, grinding down hard against the bulge. The rough fabric dragged against me, delicious and cruel at once, the pressure enough to make me cry out. My hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging in as I rocked faster.
Caius came behind me, his hands on my waist, helping me rock against Riven's clothed cock. Every grind sent sparks of desperate pleasure shooting through me, the roughness of the fabric against my clit maddeningly good. "Let it out, Miri. We've got you."
My moans broke free, too loud, too needy. I bit my lip, tried to swallow them, but every roll of my hips over Riven's cock made more spill out.
Riven groaned, his head falling back against the wall. "Fuck, you're soaking me—keep going—use me—"
The words made me shudder. My body moved faster, thighs clenching as I rutted against him, every drag of cloth over my clit pushing me higher. Caius pressed his chest to my back, his hand sliding up to pinch my nipple, and I nearly sobbed with how good it felt.
Or just check out the book in general. I'd really appreciate that. Anyway I'm glad I was finally able to convince myself to start this and I'm really curious on what you think so far and want to see going forward. Thank you for reading!