Fanboy
Fanboy
Pairing: Law x Reader
NSFW
Summary: You get a little more than you bargained for when you decide to clean your Captain's office for him and stumble upon his smutty fanfiction. Warnings: Very Mild Angst, Smut, Fem!Reader, Roleplay, Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Edging, Minor Dacryphilia, Petnames (use of sweetheart and good girl) Word Count: 7.6k Notes: This was originally supposed to be a sub 2000 word silly one shot about Law writing Sora smut. As you can see, it very quickly got out of hand. I hope you all enjoy it!
You have come to terms with the fact your Captain does not and will never want you how you want him.
It was hard, at first, to hear his silky voice and see his strong hands and not imagine him saying what you want to hear as he holds you against the wall, fingers slipping slowly up your thighs to where you need him most. It got even harder a few years in, after he started wearing perpetually open shirts and coats, showing off the tattoos you so desperately want to trace your tongue across. But you’re finally starting to accept that he simply doesn’t feel the same. His eyes don’t linger on you when you’re around. He doesn’t show you any leniency (not that you would expect any, of course, but it’s hard not to notice his favoritism for Bepo when he forgives him in an instant for a transgression he had you swab the deck for). He doesn’t accept your help when you offer it, no matter how badly he needs it.
He just doesn’t really want anything to do with you, or at least no more to do with you than anyone else on the ship. Penguin and Shachi, who unfortunately clocked your affection for your Captain years ago, have come up with a long list of excuses as to why he hasn’t shown any signs of affection.
“He’s shy.”
“He gets embarrassed easily.”
“He’s worried about the power gap.”
“He only looks at you when you aren’t looking.”
“Yelling is how he shows his affection.”
And of course, your personal favorite.
“He’s just a nerd. He doesn’t know how to act around women.”
Shachi has repeated this one a lot, and as always you immediately dispute it. “That cannot possibly be true, Shachi.”
“Why not?”
“Look at him!”
“I know what he looks like. Doesn’t change the fact he gets nervous.”
“Captain has never, for even a single moment, shown any sort of hesitation or shyness in front of me. And he’s a grown man, a handsome one, not to mention a wanted pirate. You honestly expect me to believe he’s some shy little nerd who can’t bring himself to talk to me? He just doesn’t like me, Shachi. And that’s fine. I’m a big girl, I can handle it.”
“Handle what?” Penguin’s voice echoes in the small room he and Shachi share, which you’ve decided to invade for the day.
“Her pining for Captain.”
“Ah.”
You huff. “Don’t say it like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like it’s like…a fact of life. Something so easy to brush past.”
Shachi narrows his eyes in confusion. “I thought you said that’s what you wanted to do. Be casual about it, and all.”
“Yeah, I want to. It feels different when you do it.” You’re pouting. You hate that you’re pouting.
Penguin gives you a pitying smile, dripping with good natured sympathy that makes you clench your jaw. “It’s tough, isn’t it?” He sits on the edge of his bed, careful not to shift you too much. He pats your shoulder, tutting quietly. “It’s hard to get over somebody you don’t really want to get over.”
“Yeah,” you mutter. You finally lift your head, and once you make eye contact, his smile turns a little more teasing.
“I know a great guy you could use as a rebound.”
You sigh. “Is it you?”
He laughs. “Who’s to say? You don’t need him yet.” His smile softens again, something more genuine. “But know that if you really do give up, there will be other guys. Other chances. Give this one a good shot, a real one, and if it doesn’t work out? Come talk to us, and it’ll all be alright.”
Shachi pipes up as well. “It will work out, really. But if it doesn’t…” he wiggles his eyebrows, and you can’t help but finally give them the laugh they were clearly aiming for. Which becomes a full on giggle fit once they light up and give each other a massive high five at their victory. The room is warm, and you finally forget your worries for a moment.
“Aren’t you supposed to be working?” Law’s voice cuts through you like ice, and your laughter stops in an instant. Shachi and Penguin are unphased, of course, still smiling freely.
“I just got off of my shift, Captain. I was going to take a nap, but…” Penguin pokes your side, and you let out a soft squeak as you curl in on yourself. You don’t miss the way Law’s eyes narrow slightly at the contact, the way he seems to focus in on the noise. He must be annoyed with you, with how you’re taking up space somewhere you don’t belong.
“I’m also off shift.” Your voice is small, embarrassingly so.
“I wasn’t talking to you two.” Law’s voice is just as flat and authoritative as always. He’s nothing if not born to command. You’d love to hear what commands he might give you, if–
No. Bad. Evil. Your mind betrays you, as it always does. You sit up so you can hide yourself behind Penguin, make yourself small and inconspicuous and hope that Law will stop looking at you with those beautiful piercing eyes. You don’t know how long you can be normal under such an intense gaze.
“I’m on break,” Shachi defends, causing Law’s eyes to shift over to him. You can’t help but let out a sigh of relief as you feel the pressure of his gaze leave you, and you wrap your arms lightly around Penguin, allowing your forehead to fall forward and press into his back. You can feel the rumble of a laugh working its way through his chest, though you can’t figure out why.
Law’s voice is significantly harsher than before. “Well, end it.” You flinch, unused to him snapping quite so cruelly. Law may have a shorter temper than he would admit, but he never sounds quite so furious, especially not with Shachi and Penguin. He seems to realize this as well, because the next time he speaks is much gentler. “I–Just get back to work. I need everyone at their best right now.”
“Aye aye, Captain!” There’s a hint of chuckle in Shachi’s voice, for some reason. He stands, bed creaking as he does. “You can use my bed if you want to nap in here. Let Peng have his.”
You let out a soft whine, but peel yourself off of Penguin anyway. “No, it’s fine, I should get back to my room anyway. I need a nap before I do anything else.” You think you see Law nodding in approval out of the corner of your eye, but when you turn to look at him, his eyes are firmly on Shachi, glaring at his back as he leaves. Just wishful thinking on your part, as always.
Penguin softly pats your back as you walk past. “Chin up. It’ll all work out.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“What’ll work out?” Law is staring at Penguin’s hand on your back.
“Nothing!” You try not to sound panicked. You fail, of course.
His eyes narrow.
“Sorry, Captain. This is a secret just for us lowly crew members. No captains allowed!” Penguin’s smile is relaxed and easy, and it almost manages to calm you down. You would love to play along, make a little joke out of it, but the idea of him finding out petrifies you. What if he’s disgusted by the idea? Horrified enough to kick you out of the crew, your home, your family? He wouldn’t, you know that, but the image in your head is so clear. Your chest feels tight, your head fuzzy, and you think at some point you started holding your breath.
Law makes a noncommittal grunt, scowl still clear on his face, but he leaves. A small mercy.
“Hey, take a breath, please. You look like you’re gonna pass out.”
“I feel like I’m gonna pass out.”
“Are you gonna be alright to get back to your room? Do you need me to walk you?” Penguin’s hand rests gently on your elbow, and he looks ready to jump to your aid at any moment.
You give him a shaky smile. “I’ll be alright. Anxiety’s never killed anyone. Probably.” You take care to walk as steadily as you can out of the room, avoiding eye contact with your Captain, who’s waiting directly outside.
“You okay?” His voice stops you in your tracks.
“Yeah, I’m–” You see the disbelief on his face. “I’ve been better. But it’s okay. I’ll get there.”
“Are Penguin and Shachi giving you trouble? They mean well, but sometimes their jokes can go a little far. I–” He clears his throat, eyes glancing away for a moment. “I could talk to them. If you need me to.”
You chuckle. This means he really has no idea he’s the source of your anguish. Good. “Oh, no, it’s nothing like that. They’re actually helping me through something.”
He purses his lips. You imagine how soft they’d feel on yours. “Helping you through something?”
“Yeah. I’ve been struggling with it lately, and talking to them has really helped.” You stare intensely at the wall behind him, worrying that you’ll come undone and say something you can’t take back if you stare into his eyes for too long. Something about him just makes you want to melt under his gaze, and you can’t afford to give in to the impulse.
He hums, eyes briefly fluttering closed. “I see. Well, I’m glad you have their support.” Is it just you, or is his voice a bit colder than it was before? “I’ll leave you be. Have a nice nap.”
“Thanks, Captain.” You try not to run back to your room until you’re sure he can’t hear your footsteps anymore. You change out of your boiler suit, desperate to be in something more comfortable than this, and throw yourself into your bed face first. You press your face into your pillow, trying to ground yourself. You aren’t allowed to imagine what it would feel like to lay on Law’s chest instead, his hands on your back, tracing meaningless patterns into your skin. You aren’t allowed to imagine the warmth of the blankets as his, or the comfort of your weighted blanket as his arm around your back. You certainly aren’t allowed to cry about the fact that it isn’t him, and that it never will be. Because that would mean you weren’t getting over him, instead getting lost in a fantasy of what can never and will never be. And you have no time for fantasy, despite what your heart keeps trying to tell you.
You dream of him, as you always seem to.
You could cope with it, if it were simply sex. If it were about nothing more than his cock and his hands and the way his voice penetrates deep into your bones whenever you hear it, turning you pliable and needy. But today’s dream is one you’ve had before, and one you always dread.
I love you. His hands are gentle as they wrap around your waist, pulling you close. I can’t imagine my life without you in it. His nose nuzzles against your neck, tickling you and making you giggle.
I love you too, Law. I think I always have. Your hands rest on his chest, and you can feel his heart beating below your fingers, quick and thundering. You smile. Nervous?
Of course I am. Look at you. His eyes bore into yours, and you can see the affection flooding them. His nose brushes against yours, his lips growing closer, and his eyes flutter shut.
Yours shoot open.
No matter how many dreams you have about Law, you can never kiss him. How sad, that your brain can imagine a hundred ways he can fuck you and not one in which gives you the one thing you’ve been craving most.
You throw off your covers and throw on a bra, not bothering to get fully dressed. You need some air, which is unfortunate, considering the Tang won’t surface for at least another day or two. You can at least go downstairs and find a window, press yourself against the glass and pretend you’re out in the cold of the ocean, at peace with the world around you. You can avoid passing Law’s office, and hopefully that means you’ll avoid the man himself. You don’t want to burst into tears the moment you see him, and you feel too soft and fragile right now, like your edges are crumbling. Half of you is still in the dream, melting into fantasy, and being snapped into reality with a single look might shatter you.
You pad quietly out into the hallway, unsure of what time it is, not wanting to wake anyone. It’s impossible to tell what time of day it is on the Tang when you’re underwater, lit only by harsh fluorescents that constantly buzz. It’s peaceful, feeling the cold metal of the floors seep through your socks and hearing the quiet thunk of your footsteps muffled by the fabric.
“Are you heading downstairs?”
You turn to see Bepo, shifting uncomfortably on his feet, papers in hand. “Yeah, I am. Why? Do you need something?”
“Can you run these to Captain for me? I would, but–”
You see him wince as he speaks, and you immediately know what the problem is. Before you can even think about it, you’re swiping the papers from his hands easily. “Yeah, of course, big guy. I’ll take care of it.”
“Thank you so much!” He’s off in an instant.
You stare at the papers, willing yourself into reality. You’re going to bring something to your captain. The man you have no other relationship with. Just doing your job. And afterwards you can go back to your room and cry all you want, if you really feel like you need to.
Law should be in his office right now, buried up to his neck in paperwork. It doesn’t feel great to add to that pile, or to let him see you so underdressed, but Bepo needed help. You can’t let him suffer just to avoid some embarrassment. You make your way down, knocking lightly against his office door.
No voice calls you inside.
Strange. He should be here. Maybe he fell asleep at his desk again. You’ve heard the others scold him for that dozens of times, and you’ve caught him yourself once or twice. He’s going to ruin his back if he keeps doing that. You crack open the door, ready to shift him into a more comfortable position, but you find your Captain isn’t actually there at all. His desk is a mess, papers everywhere, a sharp contrast from the neatly organized shelves and minimalist look of the rest of the room.
“Maybe I should tidy up for him,” you mutter to yourself. Law hates asking for help with things he believes he should be able to handle on his own, but clearly this is getting away from him. And even if he wasn’t grateful for the intrusion, at least it might lighten his load a little. You’d do nearly anything to ease your Captain’s burdens, if he’d just let you.
Before you realize it, your hands are on the papers, your former fragility forgotten as you get lost in the calm that such a mundane task brings you. You start by simply organizing the papers into stacks based on their titles and a quick skim of their opening paragraphs. You don’t read any further, not wanting to read anything not meant for your eyes, and you quickly find you’re able to organize everything into three neat stacks: medical papers, ship logs, and a third stack of anything that doesn’t fit into the previous two. You’re nearly finished when you find a title that makes you pause.
You can’t figure out what What You Can’t Have could mean, or what this bundle of papers is doing in Law’s office. Skimming the first few paragraphs doesn’t give you any explanation, until you start reading more closely and see a name: Sora.
Everyone in the North Blue knows about Sora, Warrior of the Sea, and everyone on this ship knows it more intimately than most. Your Captain’s fondness for the series and your fondness for him means you know it very well, well enough to know this is not one of the noncanonical (but still official) spinoff novels, or a novel adaptation of one of the comics. There’s a character you’ve never heard of before in this, one that, if you were a more paranoid person, you would suspect is based on you. She can’t be, of course. That would be ridiculous. But as you read her introductory paragraph, you can’t help but notice she bears a striking physical resemblance to you. Same hair and eye color, same height, same build. But she can’t be you. She’s described as seductive, enchanting, and many other things you know nobody would ever say about you.
You should put this down. But the writing style is so familiar, and so are the handwritten edits in the margins. Your captain wrote this. You had no idea this was what he did in what little spare time he has. You keep telling yourself to stop reading, to tuck it away and pretend you didn’t see it, because really, you know he wouldn’t want you to have seen it, easily embarrassed as he is. But there’s so much passion in the words, so much care, and frankly? It’s good. Really good. You think he has some real talent, in something you would have never expected him to even try. His care for the series oozes from every word, and he’s really good at building tension, and–
Oh.
Your captain hasn’t just been writing fanfiction about his favorite hero.
He’s been writing smut.
Really good smut, honestly.
You lean against the desk, completely enraptured by his work. The tension between Sora and this unnamed woman is astonishing, every single word winding you up tighter as you wait for the dam to break. Before you know it, you’re fully bent over the desk, clutching the page in your hands, trying not to rub your thighs together at the very graphic descriptions of what Sora is doing with his hands. You imagine Law’s hands, lithe and long, sliding under your shirt like Sora’s do under this mystery woman’s. You imagine his breath puffing against your ear as he instructs, be good for me, now, and maybe you can finally get what you want, just like Sora does. You imagine him moving impossibly closer, feeling his hardness press into your thigh as–
“What are you doing in here?”
You freeze. Your captain is standing in the door, papers in hand and scowl severe. If you didn’t know better, you would think for a moment his eyes lingered on the cleavage you’re showing by leaning over this far. But you do know better, so you tell yourself he’s simply observing the papers in your hands, even if his gaze seems aimed too high for that. You shoot up, papers still in hand, shirt riding up in the process, and god does it look like his eyes dip down to your exposed midriff in the process. But they don’t. You have more pressing matters than your delusions, anyway.
“Hi Captain!”
“...Hi.”
“I–Um. I was organizing your desk for you.”
His eyes linger on the three stacks of papers, humming quietly. “I see that. …Why?”
“Bepo had me run papers down to you, but you weren’t here, and–and your desk was so messy, so much messier than usual, and I was worried maybe you were overwhelmed and I thought it might help.” You’re speaking a mile a minute, clutching the papers close to your chest in some desperate attempt to ground yourself, but the sound of the papers wrinkling causes him to glance down and now you’re sure that just for a moment he was looking at your boobs and you’re far more flustered than you were when you began.
And even worse, he smiles. It’s a soft, gentle thing, which sneaks so slowly onto his face you don’t even know if he realizes it’s there. But it is. And it’s beautiful. “Thank you, then. I appreciate the thought.”
Your grip eases on the papers for a second, and the crinkling brings his attention back to them. You don’t know what gives it away, but with the way his eyes widen slightly, the way his lips part, you know that he knows what you have in your hands. The way he whispers your name, the fear in it, makes your heart clench.
“Captain–”
“Did you–I–” He takes a breath, gathers himself. “Did you read anything you weren’t supposed to?”
God, you did. You’re halfway through a sex scene, flushed and flustered and thinking about your captain in ways that are wholly and completely inappropriate. You’re panicking. You can’t let Law see how flustered you are, can’t let him realize that you were fantasizing about him, lusting after him in his office while he’s out like some kind of pervert. So, trying to turn this around on him, throw him off his rhythm, you decide to make a deeply out of character choice.
You open your mouth, taking a dramatic breath as though you're going to start reading aloud, and you can see the panic in Law's eyes. Before you can decide between reading and handing it over to spare him the embarrassment, you hear “Shambles!” as the papers in your hand are swapped with the ones he walked in with. You're momentarily disappointed, before you look down and are struck with intense and all consuming delight.
In trying to get the fanfiction out of your hands, Law has, in fact, given you more of his fanfiction to read.
You gasp quietly, cheshire cat grin widening. Law looks at you with confusion, clearly still so thrown he hasn't realized what's just transpired. In your current state, you can only think of one way to inform him.
"Her hands were soft and gentle, so small compared to his-"
"STOP." He lunges forward around the desk, powers forgotten as he decides to bullrush you to get the papers out of your hands. His hands wrap around your wrists, and before you know it you’re pinned against the desk, chests pressed together, his leg pressed between your thighs. You flush, overwhelmed by the sensation of his hard body against yours, but he doesn’t seem to notice. “Do you think this is funny?”
You open your mouth to respond, but his lips are so close, and you feel something else pressing into your midriff. You make a small choked noise, and his glare doesn’t dampen.
“Are you trying to embarrass your captain?”
“I–uh–Captain–” You can barely squeak out anything, and he presses closer.
“Answer me.”
“You’re so close.”
He pauses.
He blinks.
And suddenly your captain is across the room, face bright red, holding his papers in front of his chest like a shield. “I–um.” He stares at you a moment, his eyes moving from your face to your chest to your hips and back up, and suddenly the papers shifts down in front of his crotch.
He couldn’t…
Could he?
Before you can process this, he’s speaking again, his tone far less authoritative than it was before. “How far did you read?”
“Uh–pretty far.”
You could swear his voice cracks a little as he whispers, “Oh god. This is–you were never supposed to see that.”
“I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to keep reading, it was just–it was really good.”
He stares at you a moment, mouth agape. “What?”
“It was–I liked it a lot. I didn’t even mean to start it, I just couldn’t figure out what pile to put it in, and then I got really invested, and–I’m really, really sorry, Captain.”
“You liked it?” His eyes are narrowed, looking at you like something dangerous, like if he shows a moment of weakness you’ll pounce. He approaches you slowly, inching closer and closer.
“...Yeah. I did. I was really impressed, actually. I didn’t know you were a writer.”
He scoffs. “I wouldn’t call myself that.”
“Why?”
“I just…don’t know if I’m good at it.” He sounds small in a way you’ve never heard him. You’ve never seen Law less than confident before. He absolutely radiates it, a constant smug grin and twinkle in his eyes. It suits him far better than slumped shoulders and wringing hands.
“Are you kidding? It was amazing. What I was able to read, anyway. I couldn’t bear to put it down.” You reach for him for just a moment, your hand ready to touch his shoulder, but something in you pulls it back. You can’t bring yourself to touch him, not as you are.
He won’t look at you. You can feel his regret in sharing, in allowing his mask to crack slightly. There’s a bitterness to his tone as he snaps at you like a wounded animal. “You expect me to believe that? That you didn’t just read it to laugh at me?”
You can’t keep the pity off of your face. His first instinct is always to believe he’ll be hurt, that an open hand is a sign of a slap, and not a kind touch. “Why on earth would I do that, Captain?”
His shoulders unknot a bit as he thinks it over. You have never done anything to hurt him, and to tease in such a cruel way is not in your nature. He’s not relaxed, not quite, but he isn’t ready to run anymore. He leans against a nearby table, parking himself at a distance but assuring you he won’t go further. “I suppose you wouldn’t. …So you really liked it?”
The way he’s looking at you is so fragile, so soft. You feel your heart clench at the sight of such a guarded man looking so adorable, though you know he would hate to be called such a thing. You can’t help the affection that leaks into your gentle smile as you look at him. “I really did.”
He huffs, trying to bring back up his walls, but he can’t hide his relief, and his continued interest. “What did you like about it?”
“I thought the descriptions were very vivid. It was…” It feels like crossing a line you can’t uncross to call it hot, but he’s looking at you so expectantly. “Very stimulating.”
Something akin to a smirk grows on his face, offset by the dust of a blush on his cheeks. His voice is an octave deeper when he speaks. “Simulating?”
You shiver. “I–uh–yes. The leads had really good chemistry. I never imagined Sora would be so…charming. And I liked the woman too, though I have to admit I didn’t recognize her name.”
He nods. “You wouldn’t. She’s an original character.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah, I wanted to try my hand at something new, and I didn’t like pairing him with any of the canon characters so I just…made one up.”
You shift nervously on your feet, thinking about how remarkably familiar her description was. “So you made her just for this? Didn’t even give her a name?”
“I haven’t decided her name yet, but I’m working on it. And yeah, she’s just for this. Why?”
You want to be subtle, ease your way in, but your mind is running a mile a minute and frankly subtlety has never been your strong suit anyway. “So…is she supposed to be me?”
He shoots up so quickly he nearly falls over. “What? No! No, why would you think that?” He looks absolutely mortified, like he’s praying the floor swallows him whole. He looks about two seconds away from shambling himself out of the sub and letting the ocean take him away.
“Well in her intro, when you describe her…she looks a lot like me.”
“...She does?” He seems genuinely surprised, and you can’t help but laugh.
“Why are you asking? You’re the writer! You didn’t realize?”
“No, I…” He’s blushing to the tips of his ears. “She was just supposed to be a beautiful woman. I didn’t think that hard about what she looked like beyond that.”
“She has the same hair color and eye color as me, you describe her as around my height, and the dress she’s wearing in her intro is my favorite color.”
His shoulders are so tense they’re practically up over his ears. If his voice cracks when he yells, you’re kind enough not to acknowledge it. “I didn’t think that much about it! I just thought of a beautiful woman and I described her.”
“So when you think of a beautiful woman in your head, you see me?”
He doesn’t answer.
You try to hide your giddy smile. “That’s sweet, Captain.”
He avoids eye contact so aggressively you swear it must be hurting him at this point. “It wasn’t–I–I didn’t notice. You don’t think it’s…creepy?”
“That you think I’m beautiful?”
“That I wrote porn about a woman who looks exactly like you.”
“Oh. When you put it like that I guess it doesn’t sound great.” He tenses again, so you rush to reassure him. “But no, I don’t think it’s creepy. It’s not like you meant to, or anything. Or that you wrote about me and like, another member of the crew or something. Why would I be mad that I just happen to be exactly your type?” Your heart is beating out of your chest as you try to portray a confidence you certainly don’t feel.
“Right. Yeah. I–There’s nothing wrong with that.”
He didn’t deny it.
“And it’s…great porn, honestly.”
Your delivery is so awkward the tension finally breaks as he laughs at you. “I appreciate that. I worked hard on it. But I’m not sure on some of the descriptions.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m not sure it reads as true to life.”
“Does it need to?”
“No, not really, fantasies don’t have to be realistic. But…I can’t help but think about it anyway. What if part of it is so unrealistic it takes you out of it entirely, and I just didn’t notice? Or didn’t know because I’ve never tried that specific thing? Do you know what I mean?”
You do. You know insecurity in your work, the way it whispers in your ear. You know that words are not enough reassurance to silence those whispers. You want to help him, even if you don’t know how you could.
“What if we…tested it? To see if it’s realistic?” You can’t believe the words that just left your mouth. From the look on his face, Law can’t either.
“What?” A beautiful crimson streaks across his face and up to his ears, heat radiating off of him.
“Oh my god. Forget I said that, that was so inappropriate, I’ll just go–”
“No!” He’s so loud you both flinch, and he seems surprised by his own objection. His long fingers are wrapped around your wrist, and you can feel his calluses brush against your skin. God, what you wouldn’t give for those fingers to be somewhere else. “No, don’t–don’t leave. I think–I would–um. I’d like that.”
You blink. “You would?”
“Just to…test it. To make sure my writing is accurate. I’m a perfectionist.”
“Right.”
“Yeah.” His eyes flicker down to where he’s holding you, and to your surprise, he doesn’t release his grip. He tugs you closer, pressing your chests together, and you can feel his warm breath in his ear. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, Captain.”
“Law.”
“What?”
The deep rumble of his voice is commanding in a way that has you rubbing your thighs together. “I want to hear you say my name. Call me Law.”
“Yes, Law.”
You can feel his smirk as he whispers the next words in your ear. “Good girl.”
Heat rushes to your face, and you bite your lip to keep from making any deeply embarrassing noises. He chuckles as he pulls away, and you see no trace of his earlier apprehension or nerves. You suppose Law has always been a good liar, always putting up the front of the proud, confident, and unshakable Surgeon of Death. What is this but another part for him to play?
“How did it start again?” He places his hands on your hips, leading you away from the desk and toward the wall. “She and Sora meet up in the club, strike up a conversation–”
“Can we skip to the good part?” You hate how needy and breathless you sound. You’re already worked up from reading, from hearing him speak, from being so close, that you think if you spend another minute without some kind of release you might explode.
He chuckles. “I guess we can skip forward a bit.” He presses you against the wall, hand sliding to your thigh. You shiver, but he stops right before his fingers slide under your shorts. “But have you been good enough to earn it?”
You whine, a pathetic, wounded sound that comes from deep within you. For a moment, you see his facade slip as he swallows, trying not to give away how much the sound turned him on. But after a moment his mask settles back firmly in place, and you’re both ready to continue the game. “Please, Law. I’ve been good. I’ll be good.”
His smile is all teeth as his fingers find their place inside of you. First one, pumping slowly and deliberately, curling to hit your sweet spot just right. He moans quietly in your ear at the feeling of it. You know his line before he says it. “Do you feel that? The way you’re pulling me in? You need me bad, sweetheart, don’t you?”
He inserts a second finger right as you open your mouth to answer. “Ahh–Yes! I need you!”
He pumps harder, faster, and his other hand starts to wander towards your chest. His lips find your neck, nipping at the point where it meets your jaw, making you gasp again. His hand gently squeezes your breast through your shirt, and he can feel your hardened nipples through the fabric. He chuckles. “Yes, you do. Nobody else can make you feel as good as I can. You know it. That’s why you’re here, that’s why you’re so drawn to me. On some level you know: it’s just you and me. We’re all there is, all that matters. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes, Law! Yes!”
His free hand effortlessly removes your shirt, and you gasp as you’re exposed to the air, your back pressing into the cold wall. He removes your bra next, letting out a soft hiss of appreciation when he finally sees them fully exposed. “As beautiful as I imagined,” he whispers, seemingly to himself. You don’t remember that line.
His mouth finds your nipple easily, sucking and nipping as you threaten to come undone under his attention. His fingers are still moving, his thumb on your clit, building the tension in your body until you feel like you’re going to explode. You’re so very close to the edge, close enough that in your pleasure you forget the next part of the story for a moment.
Until his fingers leave you.
“No!” Your head slams back into the wall as you wail, tears welling up in your eyes. Law seems unaffected, pulling back from you as he slowly inserts his fingers into his mouth, savoring your taste. The only sign that you’ve shaken him is the clear strain of his cock under his jeans, desperate to be free.
His fingers leave his mouth with a pop, and he smiles at you, eyes half-lidded. “Did you think it was going to be that easy? That you would just get what you want, no questions asked?”
You whine, the sound filled with genuine despair. The room is silent for a moment as he stares at you, waiting for your next line, and you try to remember the part you’re supposed to play here. You just barely manage to grasp it, breathlessly saying, “I thought you were a better man than to leave a lady wanting.”
He slides off his tank top, revealing his beautiful tattoos to you. “Oh, honey, this isn’t about what you want. It’s about what you need. And how wonderful it’ll be, once you’re so on edge you can barely stand it, and I finally give in to you. Can you imagine it?” He pops the button of his pants next, sensually sliding them and his boxers down to expose his bare hips. “What it’ll feel like, when I’m finally inside of you?”
His cock is finally free, bobbing in the air as it leaks with precum. He looks painfully hard, and you swallow as you briefly imagine it in your mouth. You’d give almost anything to taste him right now, but that isn’t a part of the scene.
“You’ll feel so full, honey. Imagine how good it’ll feel to cum on my cock. Isn’t that worth the wait?”
“God, yes.”
“Good girl. So agreeable.” One hand finds your hips as he uses the other to line himself up. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, god, please.”
He slowly slides in, feeling the drag of every inch of his dick against your walls. He makes a strangled noise at the feeling, burying his face into your neck as he desperately tries to catch his breath. He stops once he’s fully sheathed in you, giving you both a moment to adjust.
And then another.
And another.
“Law?”
You can hear him chuckle against you. “What, darling?”
“Please, Law.”
He pretends to ponder whether or not to give in for a moment, keeping you in suspense, before he relents. He pulls away from your neck, revealing his extremely red face. His voice may be calm, but the rest of him cannot hide the effects you’re having. “What do you want, sweetheart? Use your words.”
You know the line you’re supposed to say next. She tells Sora she wants relief, wants him to move, wants anything that she can have. But you’re soft, and weak, filled with want. You cannot help but think of your dream this morning, what you were denied and what you’ve always wanted. So you speak the honest truth. “I want you to kiss me.”
He stares at you for a moment, eyes searching yours. You see your own want reflected in him, an affection that makes your chest ache. Then a smile blooms across his face, one gentler than you deserve. The line he says next is Sora’s, but what comes after is all Law. “Whatever the lady wants,” he murmurs, before his lips meet yours.
The kiss isn’t fireworks, or an all consuming flame, or any other way you’d ever heard such a thing described. It was tender, it was kind, and most importantly, it was Law. You’d never wanted anything else. It finally confirms to you that this isn’t a dream, that he’s really here, pressing you against this wall, a desire burning in him that only you can satiate. The lust is still here, the heat of your bodies intertwined, but there’s something tender and real beneath it.
Once you both pull back, panting, you look into his eyes and know the scene is well and truly over. Now it’s just you and Law, breaths mingling and hearts pounding. He smiles at you, a nervous, delicate thing, his confidence left behind with the script. He’s breathless as he whispers, “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do that?”
You let out a soft, unsure laugh. “Is that Law talking, or Sora?”
He brushes his nose against yours. “It’s all me. It always has been.”
You can’t help your lovesick smile, dripping with a saccharine fondness you couldn’t hide if you tried. You meet his lips again, a kiss with a little more fire, a little more desperation. You try to convey everything you can’t say aloud: the years of yearning, the pain of thinking this moment would never come, the euphoria of learning you were wrong. Your hands press against his chest, his pulse fluttering under your fingers in unison with your own. You wrap your legs around his waist, desperate to pull him ever closer. He lets out a soft sound, almost a whimper, at the feeling of your lips against his as you clench around him. His tongue slips into your mouth, and once again the air around you grows ever hotter.
“Can I move?” There’s a whine to his voice. “Please.”
“Please do,” you moan, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your chests together.
He needs no further instruction, thrusting harshly, hips rutting against yours. You can feel him struggle to hold himself back from pounding into you at a bruising pace. His hands grip your hips, his nails digging in as he clenches his teeth.
“You don’t have to hold back, Law. I’ll take anything you want to give me.”
He struggles to speak through his self control. “I want to enjoy this. I want to take my time.” Another deliberate thrust has you dragging your nails down his back, making him moan in your ear. “I want this to be as good as it can be for you.”
“This is–ahh!–already better than I’d ever dreamed, Law.”
One of his hands moves to your clit, his fingers starting a steady motion. “Not good enough,” he mutters. His lips find your neck, placing open mouthed kisses along its length, his teeth grazing your skin. You feel yourself coming close to cumming again, your voice growing louder, echoing through the room as you babble. You don’t even know what you’re begging for, the words please and more and Law are all you can say, all you can think. There is nothing in the world beyond the feeling of him against you, inside of you, his soft lips and callused hands.
You expect him to rip away your pleasure again, but when he briefly stills, your babbles turn to sobs anyway. He pulls back to look you in the eye, take in the sight of the tears running down your face, and you can see him soften once again. His hands and hips start moving again immediately as he presses soft kisses against your cheeks, clearing away your tears.
“Sorry, sorry, it’s alright. You’re doing great. I won’t take it from you again, I promise.” His voice is filled with pity. “You’ve been so good, you can take what you want now.” He builds you back up quickly, his hips pressing into yours even faster than before. You can feel yourself about to burst, and you slam your lips into his, moaning into his mouth. The dam finally bursts, and the pleasure nearly blinds you as you clench around him, his hips struggling to keep moving with how tightly your legs are wrapped around his waist. Your orgasm is what finally makes him break, filling you to the brim as his movements stutter.
You bask in the feeling for a moment, both panting and dripping with sweat, his cock rapidly softening inside of you. Your head lolls forward, pressing into his shoulder, and you press a kiss against his sticky skin.
“Was it worth the wait?” He tries to ask the question in a teasing tone, but you can hear the insecurity underneath it.
“It was worth everything and more.” You shift to wrap your arms tighter around him and nuzzle your face into his neck.
You can feel the rumble of his chest as he chuckles, gathering you up as he slips out of you. “Agreed.” He kisses the side of your head, an action so filled with care it nearly makes you burst into tears again. He tries to lower you onto something, making you pull him closer and whine. “I just need to set you down for a second, sweetheart. I’ll be right back.”
“No.” You sound like a pouting child, making you cringe, but he laughs fondly anyway.
“Alright. A few more minutes. But I have to clean you up eventually, and then we need to find a place a bit more private to settle in, don’t you think? Or at least somewhere more comfortable.”
You hum quietly, pressing your nose further into him. You can worry about logistics in a few minutes. Right now you just want to bask in his warmth, in this dream turned reality, in the absolute joy of your feelings being reciprocated. “I really didn’t think you liked me,” you mutter sleepily. “I’m glad I was wrong.”
“I could say the same,” he murmurs into your hair.
You laugh. “Shachi and Peng are going to be so smug about this.”
“They are?”
“They’ve been trying to tell me for years, and they don’t get to tell me I told you so very often.”
“They were telling you too?” He laughs. “We could have done this months ago if we’d just believed them.”
“Yeah,” you whisper, your eyes starting to slip shut. “You’re worth the wait, though.”
You can hear the smile in his voice as his hand rubs soothing circles on your lower back, luring you further into sleep. “Yeah. So are you.”
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Both reader and luffy are virgins who've been dating for a little while. Luffy's been ready for a while cause I don't see luffy viewing sex as that big of a deal in his mind (he's so into physical contact that I don't think he'd be nervous for sex, I just think he'd be excited to be that close to someone. does that make sense? idk it makes sense in my head lmfao), but reader's been hesitant so they've waited until now when reader is ready
Pairing: Monkey D. Luffy x afab!reader
WC: 2.2k
CW: established relationship, groping, oral (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), virginity loss (both), unprotected penetrative sex, soft sex, it's really quite sweet/cute, kinda sappy ending
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You giggle, tightening your arms around Luffy’s neck as he carries you to the bedroom. The look on his face is eager and focused as he walks you straight past the rest of the crew, ignoring them.
You burry you face in the crook of his neck to hide your blush, shaking your head in affectionate annoyance. His arms tighten around you as he steps over the threshold to your bedroom. He kicks the door shut behind him and drops you onto the bed, pausing for a moment to grin.
You blush harder, self-conscious despite your fully clothed state. You avert your gaze, scooting back to rest against the pillows. Your movement breaks Luffy’s trance, and he crawls after you.
His arms cage you in as he leans down, pressing his lips to yours. Your arms wrap around his neck of their own accord as you tilt your head up to meet him. Your lips meet his eagerly, a moan escaping you as his hips grind into yours.
You can feel his smile against your lips as he repeats the movement, drawing another moan from you. Your lips part, deepening the kiss as you feel your arousal build.
Your hand tangles into his hair, pulling his face closer to yours, reveling in the way his tongue meets yours. His hips continuing to grind against yours sparks a deeper need in you, your arousal growing.
You break the kiss, blinking your eyes open to meet his. He looks dazed, his eyes focusing on your swollen lips.
“Luffy,” You breathe, your flush deepening. You’re speaking faster than your brain can catch, the words spilling out of you. “I’m ready for more. I- I’m ready for. Um. All of it.”
It takes a moment for the words to register, giving you time to squirm, suddenly self-conscious once more. When your words click, his eyes snap up to yours, a grin spreading across his face.
“Yeah?”
You nod, biting your lip nervously. Neither you nor Luffy had ever had sex before. You knew it wasn’t a big deal for him. He’d been ready from the moment he met you. You were the one who’d been hesitant, and to your relief he had never pressed the issue, patiently waiting for you to be ready.
His lips crash against yours, kissing you with renewed excitement. You gasp, and he takes advantage of your parted lips to push his tongue into your mouth, tangling it messily with yours. He breaks the kiss as suddenly as he started it, cheeks flushed and eyes dark with lust.
“You’re absolutely certain? I gotta hear you say it again, sweets.”
“I’m sure.” You whisper, squirming under his uncharacteristically intense gaze. “I’m ready to have sex with you. I want it.”
He beams, littering wet kisses all over your face. It makes you giggle, and you try half-heartedly to swat him away. The act only makes him laugh, too.
“Good, sweets. I’m ready too. Oh, this is gonna be great!” His face is lit up with excitement, and you recognize the single-minded focus in his eyes.
He works his way down your body, leaving kisses and red marks in his wake. Your shirt’s been pushed up to expose our bra. His lips are on your stomach, right above your waistband. His dark eyes flick up to yours once more, hand hovering over the button of your pants, waiting for your permission to pull them off.
You nod, lifting your hips to make it easier as he yanks your pants and underwear off in one move, too quick for you to register. Before you have the chance to be embarrassed by your exposed state, Luffy’s repositioning himself between your thighs, shifting your legs open and continuing his kisses across the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs.
You gasp, a hand coming down to tangle in his messy hair. Your eyes are dazed as you use your other arm to prop yourself up enough to watch him. His hair tickles your inner thighs, so close to your heat that it makes you squirm. His hands tighten on your legs, holding you still.
He bites gently into your thigh, making you whimper. It doesn’t hurt, it only serves to heighten your need. He reluctantly pulls away, tilting his head to meet your gaze.
“Can I taste you?”
“Can you– what?” You choke out, caught off guard by the intensity in his eyes.
“Taste you.” He repeats. “I wanna eat your pussy.”
Your jaw drops at his shamelessly lewd words. He continues looking up at you, patiently waiting for your answer. The look in his eyes paired with your almost painful arousal has you nodding, giving him permission.
Luffy doesn’t hesitate, rubbery tongue licking a stripe between your folds. You choke out a cry, hand tightening in his hair as your head falls back. He groans at the taste of you, the vibration through your sensitive pussy making you whimper.
His lips latch around your clit, sucking it into his mouth. Meanwhile, a single finger circles your tight hole. It pushes inside of you slowly, making you gasp. You’d used your own fingers on yourself before, but his stretched you in a new way.
The combination of his mouth on your sensitive clit and his finger breaching your tight hole has your orgasm approaching embarrassingly fast.
His finger is longer than your own, and when he crooks it upwards, he makes contact with the spot inside of you that you’d never been able to reach.
Your head spins as a cry leaves you, your orgasm slamming into you suddenly. He grins against your clit, continuing to rub the spongey spot inside of you as your walls clench around him. Your orgasm is more powerful than you’d ever known, you back arching off the bed as your whole body shakes.
You come down slowly, muscles weak as you try to push him away, the overstimulation making you whine. He obeys reluctantly, pouting as he pushes himself up to kneel between your thighs. He brings the finger drenched with your arousal up to his lips. You can do nothing but watch with wide eyes as he sucks the finger into his mouth, shutting his eyes with a content moan.
“Fuck, you taste so good.”
Your breath comes out in heavy gasps as you watch. You quickly feel yourself getting wet again, craving the feeling of being full once more.
“Luffy,” You whimper, unable to form a complete thought at the moment.
He grins, always knowing what you need. His arms bracket your head again as he leans down, kissing you again. You can taste yourself on his tongue, the lewdness of it making your head spin.
He breaks the kiss, pulling you up enough to tug your shirt over your head. He tosses it on the floor, your bra quick to follow. He lays you back down, large hand groping your breast as he kisses you again.
Your legs wrap around his waist, dragging his hips against yours. You break the kiss with a pout, raking your gaze over him.
“What’s wrong?” He asks breathlessly.
“You’re still fully dressed.”
He laughs, shaking his head and pushing himself back up to kneeling. He tugs his vest off so quickly you can’t help but laugh. You push yourself up, reaching a hand out to trace over the lines of his scar.
He unbuttons his shorts, tugging them down as much as he can before laying back down over you and kicking them the rest of the way off. You laugh harder, shaking your head at him. He grins dumbly back at you, leaning forward for another kiss.
He has one hand wrapped around his cock, rock-hard and leaking. His other hand is placed next to your head to keep him up. You watch in awe as he drags his thumb over the tip of his cock, spreading the precum and using it to ease his movements as he pumps his cock slowly.
He takes in your parted lips and wide eyes, and pauses. “We can stop, if you want.”
You shake your head immediately. “Please don’t. I want this. I want you. So badly, Luffy.”
A wide smile spreads across his face once more, and he nods. He rubs his cock through your folds slowly, covering it in your juices. You gasp every time his tip nudges your clit, and you don’t miss the way that makes him smirk.
He takes a deep breath, finally nestling his cock against your hole. His eyes move up to meet yours once more, the intimacy of the moment growing. He leans down, resting his forehead against yours as he carefully pushes his cock into your tight hole.
A gasp escapes you at the first stretch, your hands flying up to brace against his shoulders. He pauses with only the tip inside of you, giving you a moment to adjust. You nod when you’re ready, tapping his shoulder as well.
He presses his lips to yours again in a soft, sweet kiss as he pushes his cock further into you. The stretch of it burns, though to your relief it doesn’t truly hurt. You shift slightly as he pauses again, adjusting yourself into a more comfortable position.
“You doing okay?” He asks quietly, his voice strained.
You nod, peeling your eyes open to meet his gaze. “I’m good, Luff. You?”
“Really good. Really, really good. Fuck, sweets. You feel so perfect around my cock,” He babbles, pushing himself up to look down at where you’re joined. “So wet and warm. And you’re squeezing me so fucking well. God, it’s fucking heaven.”
You moan softly at his words, using your grip on his shoulders to pull him down into a heated kiss. Your legs wrap tightly around his waist, opening yourself up more for him.
He carefully pushes the rest of the way into you with a groan. The burn quickly fades into pleasure as he holds still, uncharacteristically patient as he waits for your sign to move. You’re starting to agree with him. The feeling of fullness you have with his cock inside of you is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. He keeps his forehead against yours, breaths mingling as you take a moment to revel in the closeness.
“Move, Luffy,” You whisper, the need for more growing in you quickly.
He nods, pulling his forehead off of yours as he pulls out slowly, leaving only the tip inside. He pushes back in, just as slow. The drag of his cock against your walls makes you sigh. He repeats his movements, slowly picking up speed until he finds a steady rhythm.
He moves one of his hands over to grab your thigh, gripping it tightly and tugging it away from his waist. He shifts his hand into the underside of your thigh, pushing it into the mattress and opening you up more for him.
The shift in positions has the head of his cock perfectly brushing your g-spot with every thrust. You moan, tossing your head back as you feel the knot in your stomach tighten.
His lips connect with yours once more in a bruising kiss. It’s messy and uncoordinated as both of you spiral towards your climaxes.
Your orgasm hits you suddenly. Your vision goes black from the intensity of it all, a loud cry tearing out of you. Your back arches, your tits pressing into his scarred chest as he pulls his lips away from yours, trailing messy wet kisses over your jaw and neck.
His hips stutter as he feels your walls clenching around him, squeezing his cock and pushing him over the edge of his own orgasm.
Your fluttering walls milk his cum out of him as you shake with the aftershocks of your high. He buries himself as deep as possible into you, his hips flush with yours as he grinds them against you. His moans are muffled as he buries his head into the crook of your neck. You can feel his cock twitching inside of you as his seed spills out of him, filling you up.
You both come down slowly. Your hand strokes his hair lazily as he peels his face away from your neck, a dopey smile on his lips that no doubt matches your own.
His lips meet yours in a slow, gentle kiss. He pulls away, looking down at where you’re still joined. He pulls out slowly, but it still makes you wince. His eyes watch you carefully, making sure he’s causing you any real pain.
You sigh softly as he finally pulls free of you, the emptiness you’re left with making you pout. Luffy’s quick to kiss the pout away, making you smile instead.
“How do you feel?” He looks nervous, eyes raking over your body as if he can read your thoughts in your body language.
Your hands reach out to cup his cheeks, forcing his eyes to meet yours as your smile widens. “I feel really good. That was perfect, Luff.” He grins, finally rolling off of you and collapsing onto the bed next to you with a laugh. “I think so too. I wanna do it again. Often.” You laugh, turning your head so that you’re looking at him. “I like that plan.”
He turns his head too, meeting your eyes, “I love you.”
Your smile is bright enough to drown out the sun as you laugh and say, “I love you, too.”
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(´ε｀ )♡ Thinkin about a very clingy Zoro
CW: Sort of Yandere/Nonestablished Relationship. Noncon/dubcon. Fem!Reader
He's not vocal about his clinginess, more of a action man instead. Since you were first accepted in the crew, he wasn't all that welcoming compared to the rest of the crew. Especially Sanji who quickly warmed up to you, making you your favorites dishes and drinks on the night to celebrate your arrival in the crew. You were playing around with Chopper and Usopp when you felt someone sit in the seat right next to you, looking to your left you find the green-haired swordsman chugging down a mug of beer.
His eye lazily glanced down at you with his one good eye, slamming down his mug, making you jump a bit in your seat. He raised an eyebrow at that.
"Didn't think our new crewmate would be so jumpy." He snorted, making your face heat up and your blood boil a bit. Usopp waves him off, "Oh, come on! We all can't be power monsters like you guys. I, for one, am glad to add another person who has common sense to our crew!" He quickly changes the mood by taking your hand in his and pulling you to the dance floor, Chopper following suit. The three of you hold hands in a circle and started jumping around. You quickly forgot about that small interaction with Zoro, but that entire night he never took his eye off of you.
You soon realized that Zoro is just a bit rough around the edges and mostly blunt but he doesn't mean any real harm. Still, you keep your distance mostly from him, opting to hang out with Chopper or Usopp instead. There was just something about the way he looks at you, like he was eyeing down a prey, it makes your spine shiver anytime you glance his way and catch him staring back.
Maybe he was still untrusting of you? It would make sense, he is the first mate, he gotta protect his crew after all. That was the reason you told yourself at least, to justify all the time you caught Zoro just staring at you from afar or downright following you. You gotten slowly used to his presence, not jumping up in shock anymore, anytime he would sneak up behind you or placed a hand on your shoulder.
Zoro got warmer to you, you think at least. He's usually fighting beside you in battles, or walking close by when you're out shopping in town. A hand on your shoulder, moves to a hand down your back, to a hand on your waist. You figured after a while, he accepted you as a crewmate and was just overprotective of the newcomer. It didn't help you found Zoro kinda attractive, so you let him get away with the small touching he did.
And then the touching grew into more and more, and you found yourself not being able to voiced out concerns anymore. The other crewmate, beside Luffy, often giggled when they find the two of you together. Usopp and Franky would make kissy faces when Zoro would sit next to you at lunch. Sanji looks at you dejected from time to time, muttering under his breath, "What does she even see in that moss-brain idiot.."
It wasn't like you were dating Zoro, right? He never asked you out officially, he just always been there. Always...
And, now he was getting bold with his actions. When he's sleeping on the desk, resting his back on the side of the Sunny, he would sense you walking by and trips you on purpose. Making you land on his lap and holding you there. Letting out a huge yawn over your complaining and rolling over on top of you, if you were to squirm around too much. Brook would wolf-whistle if you kept on squirming while underneath Zoro, making you effectively stop all movement.
When it's his turn on the Crow Nest, Zoro would pick you up by the scuff of your shirt, dragging you away from whatever it was you're doing and make you go up there with him. He'll do the same when he's in training at the gym. Stating that he needs "help" with his workout. Though, you're not sure what you're helping by just sitting on his chest or back while he does his reps.
If you're in town or meeting other crews, Zoro would be behind you, or he'll have you tucked into his side, arms around you tight. Glaring at anyone who ever tries to look your way. All the other crews knew that you were 'Zoro's property' and not to mess with you, unless they wanted to end up on impaled on his swords.
He knew your routine to a T, what time you woke up, takes a shower, your daily tasks. And he would just be there at your side or if he had another task to do, he'll keep an eye on you, always...
He knew what you like and dislike, picking up small snacks and trinkets for you, dropping them off on your lap without a word. But looking down at you expectingly, like cat wanting praise for being their owner an offering. Though you were unsure who was the pet and who was the owner in this scenario, as somehow you ended up in Zoro's bed.
Dragged away once again, right after a bath night with the girls too. Nami giggled at the two of you and Robin told you to "Keep it safe." as she waves you off, the both of them seemingly ignoring the confused and panicked look on your face.
He smelt like musk and sweat and you idly wondered if he showered yet or just came to bed right after the gym. He was still shirtless as he presses you right up agaisnt his chest, his head buried on top of your hair. Snuffing at your scent, a deep rumble blooms in his chest as he squeezes you a bit tighter, his biceps trapping you in this position. He lets out a deep sigh, hands traveling down your body, grabbing and pinching at your skin.
Grunting out when you start to wiggle and struggle a bit in his grasp, accidentally brushing your knees right up against his hard on. He push his own knee right between your legs, forcing them apart as he makes you grind on his thigh. The thin pajamas short you were wearing did little to help against the friction it was causing, he flexes his thighs in a way that make you mewl out and dig your nails in his shoulders.
"Good girl.." He growls out, finally addressing you like a person and not some doll.
"Zo-Zoro, what are we-Mmph!" He silences you with a kiss, speeding up his movement and moving his hands down to grope at your ass. His tongue parting your lips open and invading your mouth hotly. You moan so sweetly underneath him like this, your back arching up into him as he remove one hand to ghost under your shirt, pinching at your nipples.
He parts away from you, and from the moonlight coming thru the window. You saw Zoro's face, flushed with a light pink, and his eye starting down at you. A deep dark desire swirling within them, he grins almost manically at you.
"I knew it... I always knew you wanted me too...haha.."
He moves back a bit to get both legs in between yours so he could spread you open even more. His hands gripping the soft flesh of your thighs and pushing it to your chest. Your hands clamber to stop him, heart racing over this fast exchange of events.
"You're gonna be punished for making me wait so long.."
zoro gets off on being an outlet for his partner. it turns him on beyond reason to get to see a side of you no one else does. he likes that you’re kind to everyone but snarky and a little bitchy with him, or that you’re reserved with others but chatty around him. it sates something primal low in his gut that he can be a safe enough space for you to not filter your words or actions and he rewards your honesty by folding you in half <3
❗️contains baby trapping.
This is a bit dark so please don’t read this if you ain’t into dark themes. Don’t let the beginning fool you okay?
“Ya feel s’good Y’know that baby? Ya feel s’fuckin’ wonderful~” Luffy nuzzles into you neck and peppers smooches against your skin, his hand hold your hands up and above your head while he fucks you raw and hard into the mattress. You let out little mewls as his hips slapped hard against yours, his cock only going deeper the harder he went.
Your voices began to grow sore and you couldn’t stop moaning out for him. Your feet were close to cramping as your toes stayed curled due to the pleasure and it was getting challenging to stay still for him. You peek your head up and watched as his cock slide in and out of your cunt while your cunt fluttered so prettily around his shaft.
You moan and whined out from the continuous smooches his cock gave to your cervix, you were growing close to cumming and he could tell just by how your face began to twist. “Mmgh~ L-Luffy-“ You mewl out his name while you shake your head, unable to sit still from the pleasure. A sly smile spread across Luffy face as he watched you melt on his length. “Ah! L-Luffy~ M-M’gonna! I’m gonna cum!~” You gasp out, your legs shuddering against his hips.
“Go on an’ cum~ Squirt on my dick baby~” He whispers to you, his warm breath making you shiver with arousal. You moan out shakily before you shudder against him, your back arching as you felt yourself ready to explode. “MMGH! LUFFYYY!~” You moan out his name angelically as you finally release, squirting all over his lower abdomen and on the sheets below you both.
Luffy moans out in awe and presses a smooch to your soft lips. He continued to thrust into you and smiles a bit dark as he grew close as well. You perk up as you felt his cock twitch within your gummy walls, and a worried whimper begins to leave you. “Mmh~ M’gonna cum~ M’so fuckin’ close~” Luffy groans, his thrusts now picking up the pace as he felt your walls tighten around him.
“L-Luffy- Luffy pull out when you’re about to cum, o-okay?” You tell him, his thrusting now growing a bit more violent if not slightly overwhelming. Luffy doesn’t answer, in fact he grows silent as he grew closer and closer to climax. You feel him keep your arms in her air as he huffs a bit, ready to bust his load into you. “M’gonna cumm~ Gonna cum inside of ya pussy baby~” He snickers darkly.
Your face falls pale and you begin to struggle and try to push him off. “Luffy! Luffy no please-“ You beg, your feet pressing against his chest to try and push him away. “Ya gonna be a momma baby~ M’gonna make ya a momma!~” Luffy moans out and his brows furrows from the pleasure, ready to cum deep inside of your cute and breedable cunt.
“No please Luffy please! I don’t wanna be a momma yet!” You whimper out and tears begin to prick at your eyes as you tried to break from his grasp. “Cmon~ Lemme make ya a cute lil’ mama~ Ya gonna look so cute w’my babies inside ya~” Luffy gives you another dark smile before cupping your face. “Mmgh~ N-No Luffy!-“ He cuts your pleading off by pressing his lips against yours, moaning into the kiss as he pressed his hips hard against yours.
He lets out a groan and his eyes begins to roll back as he cums deep inside of your cunt, a whine leaving your lips as you felt his warm and sticky cum fill your pussy. You claw at his back in defeat and whined as he continued to fill you up, loading you with most of his seed.
He laughs through the kiss as you took all of his cum like his good girl, taking your fill.
You blame yourself for not taking your birth control or using protection. You thought you could trust Luffy with your words.
He pulls back from the kiss, a string of drool falling from his lips while his eyes were half-lidded with love. “Wanna see ya full of m’babies~ Ya gonna be a cute lil’ momma- Ain’t ya mami?~” He asks, his hands still cupping your face. You whine out to him and a few tears begin to fall done your face you felt upset and defeated, you didn’t want children.
“And don’cha try anythin’, if ya kill ‘em I’ll just put more into ya without ya knowin’~ I’ll surprise ya~” He giggles. You whine and he presses smooshes against your tears, kissing them away. “Shhh~ Ain’t no need t’cry~ S’all over now baby~” He whispers to you once again.
He’s just making sure you won’t leave. And it’s guaranteed to work.
OPKisstober Day 4 // Stolen
w/ Luffy word count: 617 warnings: none but some non-descriptive bugs i guess??
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You certainly had enough of looking at beetles in various shapes and sizes, but you for sure couldn't get enough of the shimmering eyes of your captain, his face pressed against the glass of the cabinet that held probably a specimen of every single beetle up and down the Grand Line.
"Hey y/n, have you seen that one? With the big horns? Who do you think would win in a fight, me or them?"
Taking a long dramatic pause you looked back and forth between Luffy and the one particular bug he was pointing at, eagerly waiting for your response. Who allowed him to be this cute, was all you could think about in this moment; also toughts and prayers to every insect in the world that was brave enough to start a fight with your captain.
"I have a rough time deciding, but I think you could probably win this one, Luffy", you think out loud, pinching him in his soft cheeks while his sweet smiles widens. He truly had the ability to lighten up the room, to make you feel like everything is really gonna be okay. Spending a day off with him was like a dream. Though you loved your crew and sailing the seas with everyone, you also cherished the rare moments were it was just the two of you.
"Luffy, I'm gonna check out the museum shop. I assume you want to stay here a little longer?", you suggested which made him nod vigorously, eyes fixed again at the bugs as if they were a big chunk of meat prepared by Sanji. You smirk a little. "I'll meet you outside in a bit then."
You spend so much money in the museum shop that you surely will get in trouble with Nami later tonight, but you just couldn't leave without buying some souvenirs for the crew (and yourself of course). Also, hopefully Luffy will be excited when you hand him the plushie of the one particular beetle he was having wrestling fantasies about.
"Sorry for the wait!", you apologize when you see your captain already waiting for you outside at the stairs. It looks like he was daydreaming, when he suddenly looks up and greets you again with this big, warm smile of his and two waving hands.
"Let's go eat, y/n! I could eat a whole village!", Luffy exclaims, his stomach growling as if by command which made you both laugh out loud.
"Just one second, I got you something, Luffy!" Just as you were reaching for the bag, he suddenly comes a step closer to you, facing each other. Surprised about the sudden intimacy, you try to keep your cool, looking at him with wondering eyes.
"I also got you something, y/n. Close your eyes and hold out your hands for me."
Oh my, please don't let it be a bug, please don't let it be a bug, please don't let it be a bug.... sending a little prayer, you hesistantly close your eyes and stick out your hands, preparing yourself for the worst.
Turns out heaven got another plan for you, because otherwise your hands wouldn't suddenly be in Luffy's, squeezing them tight. And his lips, oh his lips... the second they touch yours, your whole body feels like it's on fire, as if it was struck by lightning. Was this a dream?
Everything was happening so fast and the moment you open your eyes again, still stunned, all you can see is your captain running, looking over his shoulder with a big grin and his cheeks blushing a little, gesturing you to follow him already.
"Food, now!! Come, y/n! I know what's for desert!"
“We should get married.”
The question in and of itself is a strange one, made more so for the fact that it’s coming from Zoro of all people – and the fact that he’s asking you in the middle of a fight. Your back is pressed against his, the heat of his skin seeping into your clothes – and you wonder if he’s gotten hit in the head too many times. Or thrown through too many things – too much of something.
“Are you seriously saying that right now?” Your tone is incredulous as you swing your weapon, scowling as you watch another enemy drop with a cry and a splatter of blood. “We’re a little busy right now, aren’t we?”
Zoro grins, expression manic with the deepened shadows of his face from his bandana, adjusting to place the hilt of Wadou Ichimonji in his mouth. “Is that a yes?”
You have the brief moment of considering knocking Zoro out for your opponent – clearly his daily naps out in the sun have baked his brain more than you previously thought. “No!”
–
The question doesn’t turn out to be borne from a brain-based injury flaring up, because Zoro doesn’t let the subject go. He bides his time, waiting about two weeks from when he first asked before he tries again.
This time, the stars are a witness to his buffoonery – now fueled by the bottles of sake he seems to have squirreled away everywhere on the Thousand Sunny. You watch as he tips the bottle to his lips, the brief shimmer of liquid that beads at his lips before it disappears as he swallows.
“We should get married,” he says, and this time, you scoff. It isn’t one of disdain, rather of amusement as you wait for the alcohol induced flush to rise to his cheeks. “‘m serious, you know.”
“No,” you counter softly as you scoot closer to him, reaching up to wipe a drop of sake from the corner of his lips and bring it to your own for a taste. As ever, his own choices in alcohol seem to be tailored for him and him alone – sake still isn’t your thing. “You’re drunk.”
Zoro hums, eye flicking from the night sky above to you. “Is that a yes?”
You press your lips to his warm cheek. “Ask me again when you’re sober.”
–
The third time that he asks, he’s waited so long that you’ve almost forgotten that he ever asked in the first place. After all, Roronoa Zoro has never seemed like someone interested in the intimate entanglement of marriage – you have absolutely no clue what has possessed him to suddenly ask you with this kind of tenacity.
“We should get married,” he says, and you resist the urge to sigh as you stare at him, his head pillowed against your thigh. Below the shade of Nami’s tangerine trees, you can hear Luffy’s bright laughter intermingled with Usopp and Franky’s.
This time you aren’t in the middle of a fight, nor is he drunk. This time, you take a moment to study his face, the dapple of sunlight through waxy green leaves, the scent of citrus in the air. You love him, you’re sure of that – as sure as you’ve been of anything in your life.
“We’re pirates,” you answer, tapping your fingers against his cheek in an echoed rhythm of one of Brooke’s songs from the night before. “Pirates don’t get married.”
“Sure they do.” He’s watching you now, with the kind of intensity he usually only reserves for battle, and you look away. “Captains can officiate marriages. I asked Robin about it.”
You blink and let your attention shift to Luffy for a minute – you love your captain, you do. But the idea of him being serious about much of anything beyond what matters to him (food, his crew’s safety, finding the One Piece – in that order) makes you giggle. You can’t imagine him officiating something like a marriage.
“What if I want a ceremony?” Your fingers find his cropped green hair, stroking gently across his scalp. “Those are expensive.”
He shrugs. “We’d find a way. I’m sure Nami would help.”
Your lips curve in an amused smile for a moment before it dims at the edges. “It’d be dangerous,” you point out, and he answers with a short bark of laughter.
“Not any more than shit we’ve already faced.”
“Rings?”
“We don’t need that fancy stuff.”
Your smile fades completely, hand stilling in his hair. “Why do you think we should get married?”
There must be an edge to your tone now, because Zoro refocuses on you, all signs of mirth gone. “Because we love each other, right? Sounds like the next logical step.”
Your gaze hardens. “So you’re asking because you think we should? Or because you want to marry me?” He sits up, and you get to your feet.
“Is that a no?” he asks, and you pause.
“Ask me again when you figure things out, Zoro.”
–
“Marry me.”
This time, his voice is quiet. Soft and vulnerable – for the late hour or the intimacy of his bare skin against yours, you aren’t sure. His hand drifts up and down your back, counting the bumps of your spine over and over.
You shift against him, face nestled to rest against his chest. “Zoro–”
“I’ve thought about it,” he cuts you off. “So just be quiet and listen, okay?” You don’t say a word, waiting for him to continue on his own. “I don’t want to marry you just because I think that I should, I want us to get married because you...you mean a lot to me. You’re important to me, and I –” He pauses, struggling. This kind of thing is not Zoro’s forte, you both know that – but after a moment, he resumes. “I don’t see myself being like this with anyone but you. I don’t want to be like this with anyone but you. Just want you.” A moment of silence, hearts beating in tandem.
You move, adjusting enough that you can look at him properly, the gleam of moonlight against his face. And you kiss him. Slow and sweet, eyes sliding shut as you linger for as long as you can before you pull away.
“Marry me,” he repeats.
This time, you don’t squawk at him like he’s crazy. You don’t accuse him of being drunk, don’t deflect him for fear that he’s doing it because he thinks he should, not that he wants to. This time, you smile.
“Yes,” you answer. “I’ll marry you.”
feral ft. vinsmoke sanji!
warnings: nsfw themes; mdni thankyou!
♡ im so tired of the version of sanji that is so soft, so restrained in the way his delicate fingertips play along your soft skin. im so tired of the version that holds onto you dearly as he fucks into your cunt, kissing away your tears with soft praises. im so fucking tired of the version that drops down on his knees, kissing and devouring each inch of you till you're a flushed, breathless mess underneath his familiar touches. ♡ ofcourse that's perfect but im so desperate for the version of sanji that's feral. ♡ the version that's barely gripping onto his sanity as he decided to fuck all his pent-up anger and frustration into your weeping, inviting cunt. the version whose grip on your hips bruises you, makes you weep cause his pace in relentless. his cock buries into you and then he pulls it back, dragging it out before slamming it into your perfect pussy all over again. he continues his ministrations as you squirm under his touch. desperate. the version who momentarily only knows you as his personal fleshlight. manhandling you, turning you around, making you sit in his lap, turning you around again and fucking you stupid till all you are are glassy eyes, drooling lips and chants of his name. ♡ he's heaving, sweat dripping off of him and onto your sticky, damp back. he grabs onto your hair, pulling it backwards and pushing your back down to deepen the arch. his fingers reach around from the back, rubbing slow circles into your clit and you cry out, throwing your head back and moaning deliciously as he pulls your hair harder. ♡ feral. thats how he feels when he hears the sound of you desperately rutting against his fingers and his fat cock, trying to get yourself off him for the fucking nth time. you look so helpless, your voice sounds so hoarse and he knows even a fleeting touch on your puffy, overstimulated clit is gonna send your pussy spasming around him. god, you're fucking driving him insane. ♡ and this insanity is what he relishes in. he lets your aching cunt suck him off dry as he trembles and cums into you. your high feverish moans when his fingers refuse to leave your clit alone, toying with it still as he stills inside of you. he watches your slump figure as he pulls out of you, seeing the white mixture seep out, painting your thighs in milky shades for the third time. what a fucking sight. ♡ he turns you around, finding your spent face and pressing a hungry kiss onto your lips. then, with a hungry smile, he whispers, "one last time, i promise." and he devours you all over again.
a/n: wrote this to get out of a writing slump. kinda going feral even writing this lmao. should i write more pieces in this style of writing? lemme know <3 also credit to the artist (found the art on pinterest)
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characters. monkey d. luffy, roronoa zoro, vinsmoke sanji
cw. virginity loss / first time (luffy), cunnilingus, slight fingering, lowkey soft dom sanji, (slightly) pussydrunk luffy, nipple play, “captain”, unsafe sex (wrap it up), cumming inside then puling out
wc. 3k
a/n. hii! i finally finished this fic! im so excited to be posting it, since it took me longer than it shouldve. this hints quite a lot towards a pt2 so let me know if you would be interested in it, and yeah, thank you for being so patient since i know i posted a little teaser a while ago, hope you like it
“So, where do you wanna touch?” Sanji asks, his hands roaming over every inch of your exposed body. His touch feels heavenly, like it sets your skin on fire, and you’re not sure if it’s because you’re just that desperate for his touch or if you’re nervous over this whole… situation.
Nevertheless, you’re still expecting an answer from him. His eyes are blown wide, he doesn’t know where to look, and he wishes he could look at all of you, all of the time. Sure, it’s his first time seeing a naked woman, but by god did the sight seem incomparable to anything he’s ever seen before.
He doesn’t know what to say, he can’t decide between what he wants to touch first. Maybe somewhere that would make you feel good, right? He’s watching Sanji, the way his fingers drag over your curves. You seem so receptive to it, and he can’t decide what would make you feel best.
Thankfully, Zoro’s voice alleviates the tension, “Why don’t you touch her here, I bet she’d love it” he says, pointing at your cunt. You squirm at the thought of being touched down there, you’re aching with want but you’re still nervous, having all these men around waiting on your every reaction.
“I don’t really know how” Luffy says, a sheepish expression on his face at the thought of doing something wrong in such an intimate moment.
“We can show you,” Zoro says. “Start here, on her thighs”
Luffy’s hand instantly lands on your thigh, unsure of what he should do next.
“You can kiss her too, here…” Zoro touches your inner thigh to point where Luffy can kiss you, “and here”, this time he points at your clit, but doesn’t touch you there, as much as you wish he would.
“Ok” he says. Such a simple and casual reply shouldn’t be followed by kisses that drive you crazy because of how close they are to your heat, and at the same time not close enough. Sanji’s chest presses against your back as you unknowingly lean against him. His fingers have started toying with your nipples now, tugging and rolling the little buds, anything to prompt more sounds from your sweet lips.
Your mind goes back to the man between your thighs, now that he’s started nipping at the skin of your thighs.
“Good,” Zoro praises. “Now here” he says, pointing again. Luffy is hesitant, but still lands a few gentle kisses on your clit, leaving you breathless and making you put a hand to your mouth.
“Don’t do that, angel” Sanji says behind you, his moves halting. “Let him hear how he’s making you feel”
You remove your hand as soon as you put it up, because how could you refuse the chef’s sultry toned request? A small gasp escaped from your lips when he kissed your clit again, and you looked between your legs to see him, his lips oh so close to where you were aching the most, and his eyes never leaving yours because he wanted to see the way your face contorted in pleasure.
His hands are placed on either side of your waist, and when he licks the first stripe up your folds and you squirm under his hold, his fingers tighten on your waist, sure to keep you in your place and leave marks. His touch is inexperienced and uncertain, almost as if he's afraid, but it's hard to focus when he's eagerly slurping at your cunt, wanting more of your bittersweet escence.
"Tell Luffy how you feel, pretty girl" Sanji whispers in your ear when he sees you grow restless under Luffy's hold.
"Feels good" you sigh, trying not to look down at the man between your thighs because you're afraid the sight will bring you more pleasure than the wet muscle that keeps lapping at your pussy. "R-really good… mm-!"
"Seems like you're doing it right, Luffy" Zoro pitches in. "She can barely talk, that's how you know you're doing a good job".
"Touch her clit while you eat her out" Sanji orders, making you whine at just the thought of it. Luffy follows instantly, his fingers on your clit, rubbing circles just like Zoro told him to.
The stimulation is too much, and not long after Luffy keeps abusing your cunt with his tongue and fingers, you're clenching around nothing as you orgasm.
"She's getting even more wet" Luffy points out, taking only a second away from your pussy to say that before he's back to licking and sucking everything that is spilling out of you.
You whine in complaint when he keeps lapping at your cunt well after you orgasmed, just on the brink of overstimulation.
"That's enough" Zoro says, pulling Luffy out of the trance and away from your heat. His chin is wet with your juices, and he keeps licking at his lips to savor the taste of your cunt in his mouth.
Sanji didn't even need to tell you to give Luffy some feedback this time, just leaning down to meet your gaze was enough to communicate what he wanted you to do.
"You did such a good job, Luffy" you said between pants, still coming down from your high. "You made me feel good, and I wanna return the favor"
You lean away from Sanji's chest, face to face with Luffy now. His chin is still drenched in your juices, but he quickly fixes that when he wipes his face with the back of his arm, all the while he keeps looking at you… mostly. Maybe his gaze is drifting down to your exposed breasts every few seconds, but he's really hoping you don't notice.
"You like them?" you ask, a last bit of your confidence shining through when you see how he peers at your body. He nods, not sure what to say. Now that he knows you don't mind, he's looking without any shame.
"You can touch" you say, and he doesn't waste any time before his hands are on your breasts, harshly grabbing at the flesh and making you let out a small gasp.
"Not so hard" you say, guiding his hand to where he can touch.
"Sorry…" he apologizes. His grip instantly loosens and he's looking to you, and the way you guide his fingers to touch you. "They're softer than I thought" He says, driving you to ask himself how many times he's thought about how soft your breasts would be.
"And here" Zoro points at your nipples. "She really likes it when you suck here"
Luffy doesn't immediately suck on them, he toys with them for a few seconds, enjoying the way they feel when he pinches and rolls them between his fingers. Then, when he's done feeling your breath fan against his cheek from how close you are to him and how desperate he's making you feel, he lowers his mouth on your nipple and suckles on them, looking up at your face to see how receptive you are to his touch.
You sigh at the feeling of his tongue on your sensitive buds, but you still manage to sit upright. One of his hands is holding the breast he's sucking on, and the other is toying with your other nipple, watching the way you lean into his touch.
"Luffy…" you sigh his name. He's still looking up at you, and now he's trailing his sloppy kisses up your chest, until he reaches your neck, where he sucks and bites marks that would be hard to cover up later on, but you couldn't care less when his hand was alsp trailing down to your core, feeling the way your cunt leaked down your thighs.
"Touch him" Sanji said, still sitting back against the headboard, watching the way you keen and buck your hips into Luffy's touch. He knows it's supposed to be about helping out his captain, but god did the sight before him make it so hard not to pull you back against his lap and grind into you. Maybe he'll find time to do that some other time.
As soon as your hand comes in contact with his clothed hardness, he sighs. He's not sure if its out of relief or pleasure, but fuck he doesn't care. He didn't realize how much he needed to be touched down there, and now that he was getting it, it was almost too much for him.
His eyes are clenched shut, but maybe it's better that way. If he saw the way you were looking at him, half lidded, dazed eyes while your hand was playing with his cock through his clothes, he wouldn't last any longer.
"Don't cum in your pants, you got something much better right here" Zoro says, his fingers grazing your slit, making you look at him. "You'll be a good girl for the captain, right?" he whispers. You nod, afraid to look at him knowing he's got that same piercing gaze that always makes you feel so intimidated.
"Y-yes" you whine, the hand that was teasing your core leaving all too soon and leaving you with the familiar empty feeling of your walls clenching around nothing.
Your hand leaves Luffy's bulge, much to his disappointment. You swear you could hear a small cry leave his lips, but he doesn't care as much when you toy with the hem of his pants, sliding down his shorts and underwear in one swift motion. He was well endowed, slender cock standing tall, speaking just how eager he was to go further.
You stroke him a few times, rubbing your thumb over his slit a few times, and watching the way his breath caught in his throat. The sounds he makes when you catch him by surprise like that are heavenly, and you're desperate to hear what he sounded like when he was buried deep within you.
You go back to your previous position, your legs spread to give him the perfect view of your leaking pussy. You're propped up on your elbows, following Luffy's nervous gaze up and down your body, but primarily focused between your legs.
"How do I… you know…?
"Don't worry" you ease him, "just c'mere".
He leans closer to your body, his arms on either side of you. His body was hot all over, and it felt so good to be pinned down by him. You raise one of your hands to trace over the scar on his chest, the skin warm to the touch.
He takes you by surprise this time when he cups your face and kisses you, his inexperienced mouth doing his best to follow your movements. He kisses messily, just like everything he does, but its the best kiss you've had in a long time, sloppy tongues touching anything they can, and trying to keep in sync with everything you do.
Eventually, you pull away. Throwing your head back to catch your breath and feeling the string of saliva that connects your mouth to his. It's hot, his breath is heavy against your cleavage, but he's still not done. He leaves more kisses on the corner of your mouth, your chin, any skin he can find, he"s covered it with his lips while he starts grinding down on you.
"Luffy…" he didn't think he could like the way his name sounds so much, but your voice made it sound so good, the way it rolled off your tongue had him bucking his hips into you, his cock sliding between your folds.
"Please-!" you whimper, but he cuts you off with another kiss to the corner of your mouth.
He feels so needy, he wants to touch every inch of your skin with his lips, he's never felt anything like this and he loves everything about it. The way he wants to go even further with you, and at the same time he wants to savor every second he spends next to you is driving him crazy.
"Put it in" you say, your brows furrowed over your clenched eyes. Before he can do anything, your hand slides down between both of your bodies and grips his cock, guiding him to your entrance until the head is lined up with your hole.
As he slowly sunk into your walls, he thought about all the sex stories his crewmates told him, and how he always doubted sex could be all that.
Fuck. They were right.
The way your warm walls are wrapping around his length is enough to prove his crewmates were not exaggerating. It was everything he expected and so much more.
When he noticed how close he was to your chest, he quickly latched his mouth on one of your pebbled nipples to take his mind off the pleasure. He wasn't sure how long he'd last if he didn't have some kind of distraction.
He listened closely to every breath, every whine, every sound from you, as little as it might be. His hands are on either side of your body, and now that he's not attached to your breast anymore his breaths are heavy, still close to your chest and shuddering against your skin.
"You can cum, if you want to" you say, noticing how much of a hard time he seemed to be going through.
"No, I w-wanna… I wanna make you feel good too" he says, barely able to get out the words because he didn't want to keep you waiting any longer. He slid out until all you could feel was his tip, hot and throbbing, and slipped right back in until your clit was grazing his skin.
Nothing could've prepared him for the warmth and the wetness of your walls, so maybe that's why he goes in a frenzy and starts thrusting sporadically, uneven shoves of his hips that make you gasp and throw your head back because you weren't expecting him to slam into you with such force.
"F-fuck" you curse under your breath, you're trying not to say anything about the way he's reaching places you didn't know existed, but it's becoming harder and harder with every passing moment he keeps the taunting rhythm against you.
"Slow down," Sanji said, coming to your aid. "It'll feel better if you start slow, and then go faster".
It's almost painful to Luffy to stop right now when it felt so good, a big part of him wanted to chase that high, but as soon as he started taking his time with his thrusts and paying attention to all your moans and whines, he found himself wanting to make the moment last.
You're breathless, just like he is. You're both a panting mess holding onto each other, desperate to feel the heat from both of your bodies. His hands are caressing every incb of your skin, and yours are trailing your nails down his back, anything to relieve some of the pleasure that overwhelmed you.
You're so engulfed in the moment, you almost forgot about the two other men in the room, the ones who had been so kind as to show this boy how to fuck you properly. You look at them, sitting on the side as they watch their captain fuck their crewmate, both with equally large and vidible bulges in their pants.
You make a little reminder to pay them back for the favor.
"'m so close" Luffy says, or whines. You're not sure what he's saying anymore, and you don't know why you're making promises like that when you're sure to be exhausted after Luffy is done splitting you in half.
Your hips are bucking against him, making him feel like he's deeper in your walls, if that was even possible. He's hitting all the right spots and fuck… this is supposed to be his first time, how is he so good at this?
Your orgasm is so close, you can practically taste the sweet high. His hands have settled on either side of your head, his own head down and almost between your boobs again. He wants to cum so badly already, and it's taking every ounce of willpower in his body not to. That and the fact he can still feelt he way you clenched around his tongue when he was eating you out, and he's eager to find out how that would feel when he's inside of you.
Every thrust brings you closer to the edge until you're on the brink, and the only thing that pushes you over is the sounds he makes, or rather the ones he's trying – but failing – to hide. His whines are muffled with the skin of your chest, and his groans are held back when he bites his lips, but they're still so noticeable and the thought of him being this needy for you makes you finally cum, walls clenching around him and nails raking down his back, though he couldn't care less with the way you keep sucking him in.
It's like a vice, and every time he keeps trying to pull out your walls don't let him.
“Captain-!” you moan, so sensitive after cumming, you didn’t even think twice about what you were calling him. And fuck, why does that make him feel like that?
It’s not like he hasn’t heard you call him that every other day, it's the way everyone addresses him, but the way it rolls off your lips in such a sultry and breathless way, and rigt now out of all times quickly drives him to his own orgasm with hot spurts of his cum inside of you, but he quickly pulls out because he wants to see the way your folds look covered in his seed, and by god is it the prettiest sight he's seen all night.
Luffy's heard so many stories of first times gone terribly wrong, it was almost an irrational fear of his that the same things would happen to him. Thankfully, his friends were kind enough to convince the beautiful girl from their crew, it would only be fair if he shared her with them next time, right?
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The comfort of you
Tags: zoro x f!reader, fluff
Zoro loves watching you sleep, loves watching the way your guard falls easily when you’re alone with him, like the only source of comfort is his presence. He considers it an honor to know you feel safe and comfortable enough to sleep, even more so when he finds out you force yourself to stay awake around others. He smiles to himself when he traces your soft cheek with his finger, how your brows twitch at the touch, pulling a soft laugh from him.
You sleep so deeply on his chest, a trail of drool beginning at the corner of your mouth, never quite reaching his own skin. Zoro refuses to sleep when you do, his mind racing with thoughts as he looks at you. How pretty you are, how kind and accepting, how you fell for him of all people. That part is still a mystery, remembering how closed off and brash he was to you at first, honed in on his goal. But his heart kept pulling you to him, like a magnet in the vicinity of the opposite pole, stretching to connect.
Zoro often wonders of the life he can give you outside of piracy, when his life long goals have been met, when he succeeds in aiding his captain in his. Will you still want to be with him? Would you consider a slow normal life where he could teach the art of the sword to young minds? Would your love inflame or dwindle now that thrill of life on the sea was over?
He likes to think it won’t, but he’s never been sure, he can’t place all his eggs into one basket, even if he yearns to. All he wants is to grow old together, tell stories to the students that’ll learn from him or maybe even the children he’ll give you. He’d like that actually, a couple of copies of you and him, something he was once so adamantly against, but you had such an odd way of softening his hard nos.
His mind races with possibilities when he watches you sleep, the good and the bad. There are things he wants to tell you that dance in his mind but fear of jinxing it if he says it out loud. Like how he wants to seal his love for you in a ceremony, make you his wife and let the world know that the famed pirate hunter now vice captain of the straw hat pirates has a heart softened by only you. Or how he wants to end his night with you in a home over tea and sake, let you lean back into his chest and you watch the sun set over the sea and the wind rustle the cherry blossoms.
Zoro allows himself to feel when you sleep on or next to him, feel how your beating heart synchs with his and how real you are against him. His life is filled with uncertainty that is almost certain, but he never questions you or the lengths he would go to ensure you’re in his life till the end. Zoro can’t imagine you not rolling over in bed to greet him with a kiss, whether on the sunny or the home he brings you too after this adventure has closed.
Anticipation for a future with you is so sweet, so sought after by him that he has to remind himself to cherish each day, because he knows he’ll miss the lapping waves outside of his cabin on the sunny as you curl into his chest, resting up for whatever the crew gets into on the next island they’ll land at. He’ll miss the way you’ll drag him away from a party thrown by their captain for a private kiss or two, pressing you to the wall with a bottle of sake in his hand or yours, drunkenly giggling as your lips find each others. He’ll miss the way you smile at him when he joins you in Nami’s orchard, forcing you to nap under the sun with him. But he also can’t wait for the quiet slow life of just you and him and a possible family.
Watching you sleep and envisioning the future has become so dear to him, he just can’t bring himself to close his eye and join you, making up for the lack of sleep during the day. He sees everything he wants with you in the content expression on your face, tracing your features with a calloused finger and dotting your moonlit skin in feather light kisses.
“I love you.”
Is what he says into your ear as he settles in finally beside you, his body no longer able to stay awake like he wants. Carefully adjusting you so you’re heart will beat on top of his, lulling him into a dream that he can’t wait to have, knowing it’ll be filled with your bright smile and warm eyes, pulling him along to wherever the future with you holds, hoping to experience it outside of his mind one day soon.
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