The Sound of the Sea (16+)   von LadyMalice
                           (??? x Reader Lovestory)
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                 Kapitel 7: Ch 1 - 5.2 Curiosity Trip (Extra)
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--This event takes place sometime in the six months that you were training. It
happened before the accident in the gym. --
 
One day you looked into your large mirror, after had you taken a relaxing bath.
It was your day off. Obviously you decided to relax, no training and no duties.
Now, that you were looking at you, you caught your breath. Your looks changed.
You didn't appear as petite nor weak as before. Also you lost some weight. The
training did you good, as you could see. Nonetheless you wouldn't say that you
became a beauty all at once. You were still yourself, although you confessed
that it was good that you decided to train your body. It was still hard for you
to keep up at this pace. Sometimes you simply didn't want to practise... at the
same time you didn't wish to disappoint Shanks. No, you even longed for
acknowledgement, for praise.
 
A strange idea popped up in your head. You gulped. Slowly you let your big (f/c)
tower slide down your hips, revealing your silky, untouched skin. Only your
cute, white panties covered you. Almost nervous you looked at yourself, trying
to find out what else might have changed. In all honesty, you rarely stood like
this in front of a mirror. Your appearance had never been important to you. But
suddenly... you wanted to look at least a little bit attractive. You wondered,
why. You had never wished anybody to look at you. In fact, you hated men's
attention and you despised their touch due to their brash attitude. Sadly it
happened much to you, when you were working at the bar. Pirates and other scum
always tried to lay a hand on you. That's the reason why you rarely tried to
make yourself look pretty.
 
In any case you'd changed your mind. Staring at your image on the mirror you saw
a young girl who slowly began to mature. Your body shape was still one of a
child, but it started to change into a fine woman. If you dressed well, one
could even see your neat curves. In view of your breasts you felt insecure. It
wasn't like your chest was flat. Of course it would grow, eventually even get
big. At least... you would be happy, if they would. Musing you stroked your own
breasts in order to get a feeling how big they felt. 'Soft' you thought in
amazement. Sure, it wasn't the first time you ever touched yourself - as for
showering or putting on some lotion, so your skin would stay soft and silky. But
now you actually put extra attention on this feeling. And it was strange. In
your palms they felt not as small as you always believed, although the image in
the mirror tried to deceive you. Carefully you moved your fingers and touched
accidentally your sensitive bud, what made you gasp. That felt wrong!
 
Embarrassed your cheeks turned pink. What an odd feeling you got, if you touched
them like that. Hmm... didn't you read something about perverted things in that
last book that you'd borrowed from the school library? There was mentioned
something strange... something about touching yourself and receive some kind of
pleasure. Rubbing one of your cute buds, an unknown sound suddenly left your
lips. Such a strange feeling. You shook your head and stopped doing this weird
things. This was not the time to discover your own body, was it? You took your
towel and dried your (e/c) hair which you noticed grew longer. Maybe you should
go to hairdresser and cut them... soon you would leave the island and you had no
idea, where Mihawk lived. Hmm...
 
Shrugging you looked back to your mirror image. Again your mind was filled with
questions about your looks. Why were men attracted to these kind of things as
breasts? Because they were soft? Mature women had so much more to show in
comparison to you. So why would they even bother to flirt with you? With a sigh
you threw yourself on your bed and spread your arms and legs. Staring at the
ceiling of your room, you pulled a face. Gee, you got a headache from over
thinking this. Still... it bothered you. You were always watched by male. But
why? And why were your friend - that were in your age - so obsessed with
relationships? Was kissing and hugging so much fun? You've watched them a lot,
but never lost a word about their stupid behaviour. Though... apparently they
enjoyed that stuff much.
 
Kuzan did help you to understand some things, though. But as he said: he was
part of your family. You couldn't feel anything special towards him, as you saw
him as a brother. Was is really that nice to love someone? To touch that special
someone? In a blink of an eye you pressed your hand on your heart. "It
hurts...", you hissed to yourself, confused about the sudden pain. You
remembered the feeling of loss... you had no idea, why you would think of this.
But it hurt as if someone was stabbing thousands of needles into your heart at
once, over and over again. Loving something meant that you could lose it. That's
why you always tried to hold a certain distance to others except for your
grandma and Kuzan. Although it had changed, since you decided to join Shanks.
 
Confused about your own feelings you shut your eyes and concentrated on
something else. Something else... what could distract you from these dark
thoughts? If you didn't find some distraction, you wouldn't be able to sleep. It
would be bad, if you -again- didn't sleep. Due to your nightmares, you often
laid awake in your bed, trying to forgot about your past and that horrible image
of that monster. Insomnia. That's was killed your health at times. Because of
it, you'd often had dark circles around your eyes which you covered with
make-up, so that your grandma wouldn't worry. Now, that you've started to train
your body, you needed restorative sleep. So how could you distract yourself from
these dark thoughts?
 
Blinking, you had a strange and very embarrassing idea. The one about exploring
your own body and... You did read about it and it would surely make you forget
about these disturbing feelings. How did it work? How could you make your mind
go blank? You wanted to forget this feeling of loss... you desired some kind of
warmth. "Imagination... with lots of imagination, I could..." You turned to your
side and grabbed the weekly 'Underworld' magazine, that you snitched from the
gamble quarter. The difference to usual youth journals was that there were lots
of information about criminals and the like. There were often very interesting
pictures of males who looked attractive here and then. Some looked disgusting,
like really, really horrible. Pouting you browsed in your magazine, until you
found a very interesting portrait of a seemingly dark-haired, rather young
looking male. "Woah... why are criminals so handsome? Most of the marine
officers look so boring...", you asked yourself whispering, staring at the
image.
 
You laid down on your back and though about the things, that you friends told
you. Even if you didn't want to hear about their relationships - especially
their love-life -, there was no way around it. In the end you developed some
interest in it. Without attracting any attention you had watched couples, in
particular when you were working. At times their 'kissing' really looked dirty.
A man's hands wandering on your body... Did it feel alike with the sensation of
your own touch? You looked at your fingers and moved them slowly in front of
your face. So far you'd hated, if someone dared to touch you. Damn your
curiosity... you wondered about the difference, if you actually wanted a man to
seduce you. A handsome male would be great... someone intelligent yet humorous.
Again you took a glance on the paper where the good-looking male was printed.
Such a sexy smirk. You had seen him in another article before. But since you'd
never had paid attention, you didn't know who he actually was. There was only
this attractive picture of him.
 
You'd read a lot about perverted stories and stuff. They'd never caused a
strange feeling so far. No, you were rather calm and casual about it, as long as
no one approached you directly with that topic. After you talked with your
grandma about relationship and love, you started to gather information about
sleeping with someone and such. So you wouldn't be too clueless. Still, you were
inexperienced and somehow it annoyed you. Your friends kept talking about it...
you also wanted to understand, why they liked that so much. At least they
explained you something about 'sex appeal' and 'your type of man'.
 
Your type, huh? You ripped off the picture out of the magazine and held it in
front of you. "Are you my type?", you asked the man on the picture, although it
was clear, he wouldn't answer. Well, he was totally attractive. No doubt about
that. His intensive eyes gave the impression of piercing everything and they
seemed to stare at you. "Huh... why is everyone else on this island so stupid?",
you quietly asked yourself. "Every male is so dumb here... the only interesting
ones I've met are people from other islands - pirates to be exact. And the most
of them react creepy and stupid." You moved your finger towards the cheek of the
male, stroking it, like it would cause anything. "You don't look like them...
you wouldn't fall to that strange power that makes everyone go crazy, right?"
 
With a sigh you put the paper beside you, therefore you could stare at the
ceiling and get lost in thoughts. Pirates were evil, yes? They would play with
your mind... with your heart and in the end with your body. "With your body..."
You slowly caressed your skin around your belly, moving your hands slowly up to
your breasts. Warm. Your body was still heated from the hot bath that you'd
taken. You felt a soft breeze of air coming from your open window. It was almost
summer, so the breeze was warm although it was nearly evening. The gentle wind
caused a shiver running down your spine. You looked to your window, checking the
curtains that were indeed half closed. No one could stare into your room, which
was also locked from inside. Good.. you had your privacy.
 
You kept caressing your skin, although you weren't convinced that it had any
effect. It was nothing special, right? It was your body, you knew every inch of
it. Every blemish, every scar. Maybe you did something wrong... you didn't love
yourself so much that you'd love to touch you. Hmm... maybe you had to believe
that you were attractive. No... that wasn't that important here. Didn't your
friends kept babbling about feeling turned on by something? Or rather: by
someone. You glanced towards the paper and blinked. Oh, so that was it. You had
to imagine that these hands weren't your owns, right? You had to imagine... that
it was him who touched you.
 
Strangely your cheeks - that were slightly burning - turned red at the thought
of him. Huh... how weird. You've seen that handsome face many times in those
magazines from 'Underworld', but you'd never felt like this before. You almost
didn't knew anything about him, but that he was a rookie pirate that already
gained himself a title. He caused the marine lots of trouble. Also he possessed
some kind of special power, probably Devil-Fruit powers. What else...? You
lowered your gaze and bit your own lip. You saw that his lips were full and had
a sexy shape. How would they feel like? Soft? Rough? Tender, like his kisses?
Without noticing you gently stroked your breast, while you sunk deeper into your
little daydream.
 
You felt hot. You had no clue, why you would react this way. But imagining that
it was him, who caressed your body. His intensive gaze, travelling all over
you... Why did you like this notion? It was just some fantasy, yet... You looked
towards the poster. He was so unbelievably hot. This image resembled a lot the
image of your dreamboat in your head. Hey, you were a girl after all. Of course
you had some sort of idea how your beloved should be like... and if you could
choose it, it would be definitely the same face like on this picture. You could
say: it completed that image of your dream lover, it gave him a face.
 
Again you bit softly on your lower lip. You wanted to feel his touch. What would
it be like? A low sound escaped your lips, while you kneaded your breasts.
Softly you stroked your hardening rosy buds. Such a strange feeling... you felt
nervous and hot. With a sigh you shut your eyes. You imagined him to do these
embarrassing things. With a low, husky voice he would whisper your name. He
would look deeply into your (e/c) orbs with his half-lidded eyes, a smirk on
these seductive lips. Soft but decisive caresses. A cautious moan left your
lips, as you felt a prickling and hot feeling rising. Nervously you pressed your
thighs together. 'Hot, it feels hot...'
 
After some moments you started to rub your thighs together. The holy place
between your legs felt awkward and... wet. One hand moved down your belly,
towards your panties. He would enjoy that, right? He would watch you, kiss you
and whisper your name in arousal. ''[name]-chan'' You shivered at that though.
It felt good. Gasping you touched the wet spot on your panty which caused a
unexpected jolt running through your body. ''[name]-chan is so sexy" With
trembling fingers you stroked the spot carefully. Another low moan escaped your
lips. Why did feel so good? You wanted more...
 
Slowly your fingers found their way under the thin fabric. Your skin felt soft
and pleasant, since you preferred to shave your pubic hair. You felt more
comfortable this way. "How cute" A sweet moan left your lips. You imagined him
to whisper dirty things in your ear, while he moved his fingers to pleasure you.
Along the way you noticed, how wet and slippery your full of relish lips already
were. "Ahn..." This messy feeling got even better. Your breath accelerated, as
your fingers reached your sensitive pearl. "Let me hear more, [name]" You even
felt his breath on your ear, you gasped. Your cheeks burned from the incoming
heat. Your legs trembled in light ecstasy, as you moved your fingers in circles,
rubbing your delicate gem. Waves of an unknown feeling rushed all the way
through you body. "Naughty girl" "Hahh..." Why was this man so sexy? Why did it
feel so good, to imagine him right above you. Wasn't he a bad guy? "[name]..."
 
Panting you increased the speed of your fingers. You almost felt the hot breath
of your dream lover on your skin, growling your name huskily and filled with
lust. Such a sexy voice... it rang in your head. "[name]-chan, you're mine now"
You whined, as your back arched, while the burning feeling got better and
better. Your breath accelerated, you sounded almost desperate by now. Something
crazy piled up inside of you. "M-make me..." You voice was shaking. You couldn't
even finish your sentence.
 
This handsome pirate smirked at your attempt to speak, as he reached out for
your lips. His hand was wandering all the way between your legs, only to push
them away. Moving his lips away from yours, he left a trail of kisses, as he
aimed for that forbidden place. "[name]" A hungry whisper before he would reach
it and...
 
"Aahhn!" You baffled your voice with your hand, as you reached your sweet high
that made created a feeling beyond words. Your breath was hectic. Your legs
trembled slightly. An exhausted sigh, then you relaxed and felt... satisfied.
With a shy glance you looked towards the image of the handsome pirate.
 
Maybe... just maybe... this wasn't half as bad as you believed. Maybe... you
would try out this more often.
 
And Mr. Sexy would help you with great pleasure.

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