He always comes to bed after you, sometimes by minutes, or in rare occasions, hours. Usopp was a bit of a night owl, finding that his best work was made and designed when the night sky was full of stars outside the porthole. You didn't fault him for not going to bed alongside you every night, his brilliant and creative mind couldn't be tampered, and he needed to let it out somehow.
And it was always a kind of comfort, rousing just enough to feel him slip into the bed behind you. He groans, happy to finally be off his feet, to find comfort in the warm blankets and with you in his arms. Blinking groggily, you shift to let him slip his hand around your middle, pulling you close to his bare chest.
You feel his face nuzzle into the back of your hair, the tip of his nose brushing the back of your neck. He hums happily, his warm breath fanning your skin.
You expect to lull back to sleep, your lover doing the same, but the slow and determined path his hand takes towards your groin can't be ignored.
"Mmm..."
"Sorry if I woke you up, Y/N." He breathes quietly behind you, stopping his fingers just before he reaches the most sensitive part of you. "I just...couldn't help myself."
"No, don't stop..." You mutter back, shifting your hips until his fingers brush right where you want him to touch. With your permissive action, he resumes his path to your sex, putting those creative hands to good use.
You bite your lip, doing your best to muffle the gasps of pleasure he threatens to pull out of you. His flexible and nimble fingers, so adept at piecing together weapons and traps meant for your enemies, now play and touch you with unabashed desire. And he knows just where to lighten up or put on the pressure to have you a shivering mess in his embrace.
His own breath quickens from behind you, lips pressing adoring and quick kisses against your neck while he riles you up. A keen escapes your lips, but you're quick to cut it off with a hand clapped to your mouth, not wanting anyone to hear you and realize what the two fo you were up to.
"You're close, aren't you?" He asks, breathless and stuttered. He rubs his still-clothed erection against your ass, wanting some sort of friction. "Oh...you feel so close."
"M-Mhmm~!" You groan, hips pushing forward into his hand to urge him in a faster pace. His name, muffled against your hand, gives him the motivation he needs to grant your hips their request.
"Cum for me, Y/N, please..." He gives your neck a bite, giving you the last bit of sensation required to push you over the edge. "Let me hear you, feel you, fall apart for me..."
Your body tenses, euphoria washing over you as the dam breaks. Usopp holds you closely through it all, the ground to softly land back onto when you came down from the weightless high. You pant through the aftershocks, your body hypersensitive after all of the attention.
He slows, not wanting to cause you painful overstimulation, and places slow, appreciative kisses to what skin he can reach. The comedown is soft, gentle, and you settle right back into his arms in the end.
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