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Sabo always heard you and Koala giggling over nonsense, stuff that never really piqued his interest. He often found himself unconsciously tuning the both of you out until his attention was desired, usually by you.
Koala’s girlish giggling was annoying, but your embarrassed blush and hushes were not. They were cute, adorable, even. It made him laugh to himself that you could ever be such a way, especially after seeing you on the battlefield.
“I mean, wedgies? That’s so weird!” Koala whispered to you, laughing playfully at your little secret.
You shushed her harshly, annoyance crossing your features as you locked eyes with Sabo for a fraction of a second. “Ko! Not right here, idiot!”
She laughed harder, turning around to look at the busy Sabo, then back at you. “He’s not even listening!” She swept her broom, dust flying into the pan she held. “Plus, he wouldn’t care. Everyone’s into something.”
You groaned, rolling your eyes. “I don’t care, he doesn’t need to know stuff like that.”
She ignored you. “He’s probably into even weirder things, so you don’t need to worry,” she giggled, “maybe you can even ask him to give you one!” Her smile was positively devious.
You hit her with the bottom of your spray bottle, earning a grunt of pain from Koala and a whine. When you turned to make sure Sabo wasn’t looking in your direction, you found him smiling.
“What?” You asked harshly, challenging him with a glare.
Sabo shook his head. “Nothing. You two just play around so much.”
You took his response and turned away, helping Koala off the floor to finish cleaning and gossiping.
Sabo grinned to himself as he scrubbed the counters of the kitchen. Koala was right that people were into their own weird things, that he was into weirder stuff, but…wedgies? That’s so juvenile. It’s almost laughable that you got off on your panties being yanked from your pants. It was so simple, almost unbelievable. Almost.
Sabo wanted to see for himself.
XX
“God, that girl better hurry her ass up,” you complained, wringing out the washcloth you were using. “She takes longer than you, Sabo.” You laughed, teasing the blonde as he organized the cupboards.
He offered you a small chuckle of his own. “Yeah, but not as long as you are in the shower.”
“Please,” you scoffed. “I only take long because I feel dirty after being around you all day.”
Despite your words, the two of you were entirely joking. You both had a bit of a rough sense of humor, opting to tease and poke fun as a way to pass time. And flirt, undoubtedly.
Sabo poked at a spot on your front, a small dusty brown spot. “Oh? Then what’s this?” He smirked.
You grabbed your shirt and groaned, the spot already irritating you. “Dust, obviously. The only reason I look worse than you is because I’ve been doing more.” You walked to the sink and bent over just enough to put the fabric of the cloth under the stream of water, brows furrowing in concentration as you scrubbed at it with your fingers.
“If you’ve been doing your job right, you wouldn’t have so much dust in the first place,” he added, a cocky smile still on his lips. He peeked over at you, eyes searching for a way to strike while Koala was gone. He didn’t wanna make you aroused while she was here.
A glimpse of fabric from under your shorts was all he needed before stealthily moving in on you, both hands swiftly grabbing a hold before yanking them to your mid back. The stretch of your panties shocked him, but your yelp even moreso.
“Sabo! What the fuck!?” You could feel your face heating up as he held them steady, strong arms coming into work. “Ow, fuck! Let go, dumbass!”
He noticed the small stutter and the few breathy sighs that left your lips. “You and Koala need to learn how to whisper,” he said before giving them another pull, “then again,” another yank, “I wouldn’t have gotten such a good secret if you guys did. Who would have ever thought wedgies of all things?”
Sabo’s words made your mind freeze and your pussy clench, the fabric tightening against all the right places. He managed to lift your feet off the ground, forcing you to bend over the sink as he buried your panties deep in your ass.
“Shut up! I’m not into this, you heard wrong!”
“Did I?” He mused before letting you down just enough to force your head back, panties snapping over your forehead. “‘Cause it seems like you’re not resisting as much as you usually do for someone who’s a known fighter.”
Before you could pull the panties off your head, Sabo stopped you by grabbing your wrists in one hand and spinning you around with the other. He dipped his hand inside the front of your shorts, fingers glazing against the moist center of your clothed cunt. He smiled, pulling up on the front just enough to get you squirming.
You squealed again, this time more from pleasure. “Okay, okay, okay! Whatever, who the fuck even cares?” Your thighs clenched together as he jerked the front of the fabric, your clit pulsating.
He laughed, “Wow! You gave in easily,” his grip tightened, “You’re awfully pathetic, you know that? You’re moaning from your own panties being over your head, (Name).”
You bit your lip, airy moans and gasps of pleasure entering his ears with each movement of his hand. “Fuck you,” you muttered.
“What?” He asked, raising a brow and pulling higher, forcing you to hiss.
“Nothing! Sorry!”
He grinned, deciding to let it go as you moved your hips with his own tugs, your legs getting shakier and your breathing getting faster. Sabo watched curiously, interested and eager to watch you cum just from this.
You fell against his chest and he let go of your wrists, figuring you had given into the pleasure at this point. He gripped your ass and gave it a quick smack as he jerked your panties more and more, a tight coil of heat winding up in your cunt.
“Gonna cum from being bullied?” He whispered, your whiny pleas as confirmation. “Then fucking cum already.” He gave a sharp tug to the front of your fabric and a smack to your plump ass, gripping it as the coil finally exploded.
You cried into his shirt, voice high with embarrassment and a hedonistic enjoyment. “Fuck, Sabo,” you rode out your orgasm with his final tugs, a wet spot on your panties evidence of your orgasm.
Sabo let go of the front of your panties and gave a final tug to the fabric over your forehead, ensuring that it was stuck. He held you still as he pulled away just enough to look at you, admiring his handy work.
“I never was a bully myself, but I really enjoyed seeing you get knocked down a bit.” He tugged your shorts up as well, just enough to make them a little uncomfortable and a little wedged up your crevices. “Actually, I really enjoyed it. Not as much as you though, you weirdo.” He winked, your humiliated face softening just a bit.
You weren’t sure what to say. All you knew was that you wanted him to keep doing this, to keep up this sudden dynamic that was birthed all because Koala didn’t know how to shut up.
“Is this gonna…is this gonna be a, uh, regular thing now?”
Sabo laughed, giving a small pat to your cheek. “Again, you’re pathetic,” he smiled, “but, to answer your question, yes. I already have a few ideas for you! Isn’t that fun?”
You bit your lip and tried to stop the grin forming, but Sabo patted your cheek again. “I’ll take that grin as a yes,” he said, “now, say ‘thank you for putting my underwear up my ass!’” He pinched your cheek, his chuckling never letting up.
You could feel butterflies in your stomach. This was going to be a wonderful arrangement.