You just found out Sanji is engaged to Pudding so you decide to drink away the hurt with a certain Swordsman.
A/N: I am super aware that Zoro was not present during Whole Cake, but by the time I realized that I was in too deep so I guess this is an alternate universe??
NSFW Below Cut
“We’re engaged to be married” Pudding’s smile was pure and despite the fact you had only just met her, you could tell she was genuinely excited. Who wouldn’t be excited to marry him? Your crewmates were all just as stunned as you were, although likely they weren’t feeling the same stabbing and twisting in their guts as you were. You felt the sting of impending tears in the palms of your hands but you didn’t know what to do with yourself. Pudding kept talking but truthfully you didn’t hear a single word she was saying, as if the world around you suddenly began to fade away and was replaced by every good memory you had with Sanji. Every afternoon he had spent showing you how to cook your favourite recipes, nights spent together in bed and early morning hours with your head on his chest, the way he would whisper sentences that only after studying his foreign tongue could you begin to understand. They were all a lie, he was just waiting to get away from you.
None of your crew noticed the way you fell silent, trying you best to fade into the background as they kept talking. You inched backwards towards the door you had all come through a few minutes before hearing the news. You successfully slipped out without anyone noticing. Or at least, that’s what you thought.
You quickly walked down the street, head down hoping no one would pay you any mind. As you walked you balled your hands in the skirt of your mock barmaid dress, trying to stave off the tears that were beginning to gather on your waterline.
“Hey!” There was a hand around your arm, urging you to stop but you resisted until a second one joined. “Stop” it wasn’t until the second order that your brain recognized the voice. And the moment you saw his face you could feel your demeanor crumble. The tears that were welling in your eyes began to fall as you were turned to face your fellow crewmate and very good friend. “Shit” fat tears began to fall down your cheeks as he looked around the town hoping to pull you into an alley or somewhere to get you out of prying eyes, not wanting to draw any more attention than Luffy already had with his earlier stunt. But every direction he looked, there were people already staring at you.
“I wanna’ go back to the ship.” You sniffed, wiping the tears with the back of your hand only for new ones to fall in their place. Zoro nodded but when he hesitated, clearly unsure where the ship was, you turned on your heel and began heading in the correct direction of the ship, hearing his heavy footsteps behind you.
By the time you got back to the Sunny, the tears had dried and the sadness you felt was replaced by anger. You pause when you make it onto the deck, hearing Zoro climb on behind you watching you to try and figure out what exactly it is you’re feeling. “Are you-“ you turn around and see Zoro pulling off the hat he was forced to wear, ruffling his short green hair as he tossed it on the deck. He looks up at you, seeing your distressed expression. “Go on, let it out.” He said with a general wave of his hand “you’ll feel better”.
You didn’t like being angry, you never found it useful. Even in the toughest of fights you never felt anger. It clouded your mind and made your movements sloppy, leaving clear openings. But in this moment you felt anger bubbling up in your stomach, the more you thought about all the time and effort you put into cultivating a relationship with the cook the more you felt the anger churn inside of you. You couldn’t blame the girl, you wanted to, it would be easier if you could. But you knew she was just a bystander, she probably didn’t even know about you and him. You and him. There wasn’t a you and him…not formally anyway. You spent almost all your free time with him, helping him in the kitchen with prep, you were the only one he let use his knives. You were the only one other than him with a key to the fridge. And who could forget that you spent most nights together, usually limbs tangled while hands roamed freely upon one another’s bodies.
But there technically wasn’t a you and him. There was just you and him. But that realization being smacked in your unsuspecting face still stung. It made you clench and unclench your fists, your teeth grinding together in contemplation. “What’re you thinking?” You almost forgot you weren’t alone.
”I’m…I’m pissed.” He nodded, urging you to go on. “I’m fuckin’ pissed! I’m hurt! Do you know how much effort I put into him.” It wasn’t a question, but Zoro knew. He watched you every time you were within view. Listened to you through the shared wall, he knew he could make you feel better than that shitty cook. He knew you bent over backwards to please that man, always keeping an eye out for a new cook book or interesting looking ingredients while you were docked. Always abandoning your training the moment the man gave you an ounce of attention, he noticed the way your body would deflate every time the cook flirted with one of the other girls. He saw it all. “I did everything and anything for him. I didn’t want to spend hours chopping fuckin’ carrots, I hated being in charge of watching the pot to make sure it boiled. He literally made me watch a pot boil!” You dug the heels of your palm into your eyes, letting out a frustrated groan, your nails scratching at your scalp. “And don’t even get me started on the flirting!” Zoro couldn’t stop the chuckle, loving the way you were going off. “Don’t laugh at me” You peeked at him through your fingers as you wiped them down your face.
“Hey, don’t get pissy with me. I didn’t leave you high and dry then go marry some basic bitch.” He smiled and was relieved when you returned it, even if it was just a hint of a smile.
“She is a basic bitch, isn’t she.” Your voice was weaker then it had been, your throat slightly scratchy from your yelling, something you really weren’t used to doing.
“Pfft, the fact that he had you throwing yourself at him and he chose her. He’s even more stupid then I gave him credit for.” You could feel them again, the tears. The realization that you had thrown yourself at him, and he still chose someone else. The thought weighed heavy on your heart and when the tears began to roll down your cheeks again you watched Zoro push off the side of the boat. He cleared the distance between the two of you, wrapping his strong arms around you. You tried to think of if he had ever hugged you before, if you had ever nestled your face in his chiseled chest before. It didn’t matter much, but maybe if he had done it sooner you wouldn’t be in this whole mess.
You melt into him, your arms limply wrapping around his back bunching his long jacket up in your hands. He held you there for what felt like 20 minutes, he let you cry, his arms tightening around you every time you let out a broken sob. “You’re…”His voice was muffled by your hair and when he remained quiet for a bit you thought you imagined his voice. “You’re better then him” You tried to not take that to heart, thinking he probably said it to get you to stop wiping your tear streaked fast against his one good shirt, you tightened your hug before letting go, stepping away from him.
“Thank you,” He stepped back, looking away from you and grunting in acknowledgment. “Really Zo’” You caught his biceps in your hand, forcing his face down to look at you “I mean it, you didn’t have to follow me or listen to me rant, but you did.”
“Wanna’ go find where he keeps the top shelf shit?” A smile plays across your lips before you nod, taking a step before stopping again.
“You go start looking, I wanna’ change out of this stupid dress. I feel like everyone can see my entire ass.” Your hands try to pull the back of the skirt down but it doesn’t budge.
“Not your entire ass, maybe, probably only like two thirds.” You shoot him a glare up at him, trying to kick his thigh in a pitiful attempt to throw him off balance. But of course he was expecting it. ”well when you do that I can just see everything.” He laughs, then you laugh and it all feels very normal all of a sudden. Zoro always had a way of doing that, making you laugh. And as you walk back to your door, the realization of how often you bailed on training with Zoro settled in. You could have been laughing like this instead of down in the windowless kitchen with a man who clearly didn’t feel the same for you as you did for him.
As you strip off the dress you had been forced to wear to ‘blend in’, tossing it over onto your bed before sitting half naked. You glance around the small room and you see remnants of the cook. A shirt over your desk chair, a tie dangling around off the head board, even a pack of cigarettes next to the bed. That mixture of anger and sadness begins to churn in your stomach again, it only intensified as you pulled on a baggy t-shirt and track pants. Reaching a boiling point when you tripped over a pair of forgotten slacks that must have gotten shoved under the bed during a rowdy night.
You rip the pants out from under the bed before gathering the other items of his, balling them up in your arm and marching to the kitchen. You came down the ladder into the room particularly hard, dropping the pile of clothes on the floor and feeling Zoro’s eyes on you. “You good?” He was crouching down, looking through the cupboard under the sink every item that was in there is now strewn around him on the floor.
“Just-“ You sigh, feeling a bit better as you kick the pile of clothes before walking towards Zoro to help him look. “Just doing some light reorganizing.” He huffs out a laugh before continuing his search in the next cupboard over. “He keeps it up here.” You climb up onto the counter with ease, opening where the plates are stored and reaching all the way to the back. You grope around between the plates for a few seconds before you finally feel the two bottles of sake laying down at the far corner. You pull them out, handing one to Zoro who’s now standing right behind you, a hand ghosting behind your back in case you stumble.
“A benefit of fucking the cook.” Zoro says, cracking the seal on the first bottle and bringing it to his nose. “Shit,” He pulls the bottle back to examine the label “Don’t think I’ve had this one before.” He brings it to his lips and drinks.
“He’s been sitting on it since probably before Impel.” You shift so you’re sitting on the counter with your legs dangling over the edge. Zoro pulls the bottle from his lips, his tongue darting out to catch any missed alcohol before extending it out to you. You mimic him, feeling the refined wine slide down your throat about as easily as rubbing alcohol but forcing yourself to swallow more of it. If your eyes had been open you would have been the way Zoro watching you, his eyes dragging down your body like he was starving and you were a 5 course meal.
When you pulled the bottle away from your lips you handed it back to him before hopping off the counter and grabbing the second bottle before, having to press a hand to Zoro’s side to steady yourself as you felt the alcohol warm your thighs. “You think they’ll come back?”
“Doubt it, you’re not dragging Luffy away from an entirely edible town without some sea stone cuffs.” You walked over to the dining table, sitting in your usual spot watching as Zoro pulled his chair about to sit down
’Um” You were loud enough that he paused, about to sit in the seat but seemingly suspended in midair. “Maybe choose another chair.” You felt your face burn, feeling guilty for the amount of times you and Sanji had used that chair during your late nights in the kitchen. You watched as Zoro straightened up, a grimace on his face before he opted to sit in the chair next to you, usually used by Nami.
“Fucked in this one?” He asked before sitting on it. You ran a hand over your face as you shook your head, loving the way he laughed at your embarrassment. “Any other surfaces I should be conscious of?”
“You’re not getting that out of me without a lot more alcohol in my system.” He slid the sake bottle over to me, it was already less than half full.
“Better get going then.” He leaned back in the chair and watched in amusement as you drank from the bottle again, following a rouge drip that fell from the corner of your mouth as it cascaded down your chin and landed on your well worn white shirt that at one time had had the straw hat Jolly Roger on it but it had since faded. ”Really dressed up for your night in, huh?” You wipe your mouth with the palm of your hand before looking down, he wasn’t wrong, you looked like shit. This shirt had seen better days, and the track pants you weren’t entirely sure where you had gotten them but they were at least a size too big.
“What can I say, I wanted to slip into something more comfortable for you.” You nudged his thigh with your bare foot, watching him bat it away with a false sneer.
“Get those away from me, you’re little cook might be into that but I’m not!” The mention of Sanji didn’t hurt as much this time, whether it was the alcohol coursing through your veins or the company you were currently keeping, it was working.
He grabbed the bottle, finishing it quickly before turning back to you as though he was about to say something but stopping. “What?” His brows furrowed as he realized something,
“Wait if dart brow isn’t here, who’s gonna’ cook?” You shrug.
“Just like everything else, he probably left that to me.” You sighed, almost stopping yourself before speaking because fuck it, it’s just Zoro. “Why, you’re hungry?” You were already pushing yourself up out of the chair before he responded with a ‘yeah’.
You pushed yourself up onto unsteady legs, staggering towards the fridge where you were confident there were so left overs from the last meal he cooked before leaving. You pulled it open, seeing a perfectly wrapped portion of fried rice that just needed to be warmed.
You could feel Zoro’s eyes on you as you worked, stirring the rice in a wok, even cracking an egg over it while it sizzled. When you finally turned around, Zoro wasn’t quick enough to move his eyes before you noticed. “What?” He shook his head which you waved off as you scooped the meal into a bowl that was just a touch too small for the portion. When you slid it onto the table in front of the swordsman he couldn’t withhold the laugh.
“You’d think with all the hours you spent down here with him, you’d learn a thing or two.” He said around a mouthful of rice only to be met with a swift smack on the arm.
“Plating doesn’t make it taste any different.”
“Not what Curly says” He managed to say before shovelling another spoonful of rice into his maw.
“Yeah well, he’s not exactly a man of his word now is he?” You almost winced at your words, not entirely meaning what you said but you were still licking your wounds.
”Still would have thought he would have taught you a thing or two with how much time you spent down here with him.”
“He didn’t so much teach me more then he instructed me” you sat heavily on your chair again, reaching forward to grab the unopened sake bottle bringing it to your lips as soon as the lid was off.
“So that’s not your thing then?” He cocked an eyebrow, pushing the empty plate away and snatching the bottle from your hand.
“Bedroom sure, kitchen no.” You brought your legs up into your chest, perching your chin on your knees.
“Then why waste your time with him?” The question caught you off guard. You had been asking yourself that for the last few hours but you never expected the man opposite you to ask it.
“I really don’t know anymore.”
“I know he doesn’t have a big dick so it’s gotta’ be something else.” You both smiled and you rolled your eyes.
“It got the job done.”
“Oh trust me, I heard.” He rolled his eye before nudging the bottle back over to you.
“Go to hell” you scoffed before taking a sip.
“Sharing a wall with the two of you was pretty close.” You went to kick his thigh but instead he caught your ankle, yanking it forward a bit. “You’re getting sloppy”
“I’m drunk”
“You’re out of practice.” Something about his voice sent a shiver down your spine.
“Well, I’ll have a lot more free time now. Maybe we can train tomorrow?” You weren’t sure if it was a drunken illusion but you could have sworn he smiled, a soft genuine smile before nodding.
A comfortable silence fell between you both as you passed the bottle of sake back and forth until you took the last gulp. “Should I get the cooking wine?” You asked half seriously, half joking.
“I think you should pace yourself.” He leaning back in his chair, his foot on your chair and yours across his lap.
“Pfft okay Sanji.” You teased, watching his eyebrow raise.
“So,” his change in tone caught your attention, drawing your gaze back to him. “I’ve been travelling with his idiot since the beginning and I just can’t wrap my head around it. He never treated you that well, you never seemed happy.” His eyes were closed, his arms behind his head. “Didn’t it bother you that he was constantly flirting with anyone who had a set of tits? It drives me crazy and I wasn’t trying to catch his dick.”
“I guess,” You paused, trying to choose your words carefully. The last few hours had been filled with so much anger and hurt that it was difficult to remember what about him you chased after for so long. “I guess I liked it when he gave me attention”
“I must have missed that, probably blinked the one time it happened” You shrugged even though he didn’t see.
“He was different when it was just us.” He hummed.
“Really?” A sigh fell out of your lips before you really noticed it.
“Sometimes.” You rub your face against your knees, “it was nice to have someone to share a bed with.”
“Can’t say I liked you sharing a bed.” He laughed. “I’ll be sleeping a lot better now”
“We weren’t that loud.” You tried but you knew you were so wrong.
“You’re joking right?” He opened his eye and raised a brow. “But, it seemed fake.” The bluntness of his words were something you had grown accustomed to, he was never one to beat around the bush, and yet you were caught off guard by how blunt and accurate he was.
“It wasn’t” You tried to sound genuine but there was enough alcohol in your system that your attempt at lying was extremely weak. “It was just…systematic I guess.” He hummed, his gaze glued to you even though your eyes were looking at your feet across his lap. “There were no surprises, it was always the same. It felt like a routine.” You ran your hands through your hair, digging the heel of your palms into your eyes “Sometimes some spontaneity would have been nice.”
“Fucking on my chair wasn’t spontaneous enough?” He asked, his tone more cheeky then you had heard in awhile.
“I don’t mean the place, it was more the…” You sighed “The process of events.” You pushed your hands through your hair, forcing your gaze to meet his, his eye squinted clearly he wasn’t understanding. “Like it was always the same thing in the same order. We’d kiss, he’d undress me, then he’d start to ea-“ You stopped mid word, completely shocked that you had started that sentence and there was no way you were finishing it. “I am so sorry, you probably didn’t want to hear any of that. I guess the sake is hitting me way harder then I thought!” You were panicking that you had just ruined the night but when you heard him laugh you sighed out the breath you didn’t even know you had been holding in.
“And you wasted how many years chasing after him?” His hand was idolly running up and down your shines.
“Two years” you said barely louder then a whisper.
“Two years without a good fuck?” You nodded. “Sounds like you need to go get laid.” He watched your every move, every wrinkle of your nose, every twitch of your brow. “At port” He tried to add in casually but ultimately failed, drawing your attention to the way his jaw clenched at the mention of you going to port.
“That's the last place I’d go for a good lay.” You shook your head, all this talk of sex paired with the alcohol was causing you to clench your thighs, feeling the familiar feeling of slick gathering between your folds.
A silence spread throughout the room again, to the point where you decided you wanted to go back to your room and coax yourself to an orgasm before bed. As you stood up, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to his temple “thank you Zo, this helped a lot.” Before your inebriated brain could process it, Zoro had turned his head and caught your lips with his, devouring the startled oh you let out.
The kiss was intoxicating, the way he moved his lips against yours was almost territorial, his tongue sliding along your own as you moaned into his mouth. His hands were on your waist, guiding you to come and sit on his lap. You couldn’t help but grind your now burning core against the hint of an erection that was beginning to stir in his pants. Every time you dragged your covered cunt along him he let out a guttural groan into your mouth, and you ate it up like it was the best meal you’ve ever had.
As your kiss became more teeth, moaning into each other’s mouths, his hands began pulling your shirt up until it was high enough to slip both hands under. The rough pads of his fingers were a harsh contrast from Sanji’s primed and manicured fingers, Zoro’s having almost a high grit sandpaper feel to them. He was quick to grab your breasts, pulling his lips away from yours long enough to say “I won’t be gentle with you” You couldn’t stop the moan that fell from your lips at his words, your entire body buzzing from his touch and probably the alcohol. One hand moved to focus on your left nipple, running his rough thumb over the bud while his other hand yanked your shirt over your head.
His lips were on you the moment your hair was freed from the neck of your shirt. He dragged his tongue along your collarbones, occasionally nipping at your skin until he guided your tit to his mouth, his lips encircling it immediately. Your hands shot to his hair, pulling possibly too roughly at his short green locks, trying to muffle your sounds into the top of his head. “If he got to hear you, then so do I.” He grumbled, his teeth catching your nipple enough to make you yelp. He seemed content with that sound, his free hand now sliding slowly down your stomach, so painfully slow. You could hardly stop the praise that slipped from your lips with a moan when he tugged at the waist of your track pants.
Just before his fingers slipped past the fabric he pulled back, looking down for long enough that you took notice. “What?” Part of you thought he had finally come to his senses and was going to leave the kitchen acting like this never happned so when he spoke again you were relieved.
”These are my pants.” He tugged at the elastic again, noticing how loose they were on your hips. “Bet the cook didn’t know you stole my pants.” His smirk was so wide it made the corner of his eye crinkle.
“I’ve had these for weeks”
”Yeah so? Don't make them yours.” The lack of touch was driving you mad, your hips grinding down against his lap subconsciously, making him laugh.
”Maybe you just gotta’ get better at laundry” you countered, catching the glint of challenge in his eye.
“I think I want them back.” Despite the fact you were already naked from the waist up, the realization that this was going further smacked you in the face and lit a fire in your loins.
“Guess you’ll just have to take them back then.” You were amazed at how steady your voice was, you were even able to crack a cheeky smirk.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah” your body was tossed on the dining table in no more than two seconds flat. The sound of his chair scraping as he stood barely registered, neither did him ripping the pants off your legs until you felt the cool night air that was seeping through the floorboards against your legs. He shoved your knees apart enough that he could stand between your dangling legs. He was quick to grab your leg, yanking you right to the edge of the table so his bulge was pressed against your barely clothed heat.
“I think I like you better like this anyway.” His lips were on yours the moment his sentence left his mouth. His hands tight on your hips, playfully toying with the fabric of your panties. “You ever fuck on the table?” He moved his attention to your neck, sucking dark hickies into your pale skin between words.
“Y-yeah” he groaned against you, clearly hoping the answer would be different.
“Bet he never ate you out on the table though.” You opened your mouth to respond, but all that came out was a whiny moan which gave him all the information he seemingly needed. His lips made their way down your neck to your shoulder, he was now shamelessly rutting against you. “Is that what you want, baby? Me to eat you like the best meal I’ve ever had?” You’re confident at one time or another Sanji had said the exact same thing, despite that you nodded. “I wanna hear you scream my name.” He worked his lips further down your body, taking his sweet time to suck on each nipple, his hands having moved to tracing shapes on your inner thighs, teasing higher and higher with every motion. “Think you can do that for me?” When you tried to answer he nipped at the skin right above your pantie line, his gaze shifting up to look at you.
“Y-yeah th-hink I can.” You swallowed harshly, your mouth suddenly as dry as the desert of alabasta where you had first laid eyes on the Swordsman.
“Good girl.” He grabbed either side of your panties, pulling them down your legs slowly. It was impossible for him to ignore the wet patch on the crotch and the way even the outside of your lips were slick. “Been a while, huh baby girl?” You nod. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to take good care of you. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll forget all about that shitty cook.”
His hot breath against your lips was enough to drag a whine from your throat and as he leaned closer to your core your thighs twitched, trying to ready yourself for what was coming. His approach was entirely different from Sanji’s. He would always take things very slow, rarely using his hands to pleasure you and opting for his tongue instead. Yet Zoro’s first move was slipping his middle finger in your drooling hole as his tongue flicked over your bundle of nerves. With every thrust of his fingers he smiled against you as your volume increased. If this were normal circumstances and he had to keep you quiet he would have reached up with his free hand and force his fingers in your mouth but lucky for him, you could be as loud as you wanted. As he added another finger to stretch you out and began gently sucking on your clit, his eyes trained on your arching body. Your brain was barely able to register the way he moved his fingers inside of you, clearly carefully searching for the spot that had constantly alluded Sanji, and was always just out of reach of your own fingers. But when the rough pads of his fingers dragged across your g spot your whole body tensed, you sat up and met his gaze. He flicked his tongue over your clit while simultaneously smirking as he applied more pressure to that particular spot and watched your eyes squeeze shut.
“How’s that feel baby?” His breath was hot against your clit as he spoke, all you could do was nod, any attempt to speak was thwarted by moans. He pulled your thighs over his shoulders, laughing into you when you unconsciously held him against you, effectively shutting him up.
You could feel your peak drawing near with every come hither of his finger, every flick of his tongue. You managed to perch a foot on Zoro’s shoulder, giving you enough leverage to grind against his face as the wave of your orgasm crashed into you. Your fingers roughly grabbed his short hair, holding him suffocatingly close to your cunt as your thighs held him in place, the words falling from your lips were barely cohesive, mainly curses and praise. And when your body finally went slack you could barely hold your eyes open long enough to see him wipe his face on his arm, his eyes hungry and his cock straining painfully against his pants. Despite your eyes being closed, you could feel him near you. He wasn’t touching you but his breath was labored and when you opened your eyes, you were greeted with him leaning against the table you were laying on. Slowly, almost as though he was teasing himself, he rubbed his tented pants, his hips just barely canting forward with each stroke of his hand.
On legs that were about as sturdy as those of a baby deer, you slipped off the table, grabbing the waist of his cargo pants as though you could keep yourself standing with the support of the flimsy material. You just barely heard a rough ‘huh’ as you sank to your knees in front of him, your hand moving from his waist to pull at the button straining to keep his cock contained. “Someone’s eager.” You looked up at him to see a cocky grin as he helped your daft fingers pull the front of his pants open.
You wanted to speak but the words died in your throat when you finally managed to seperate his pants enough for his cock to be freed. Sanji’s cock could only really be described as ‘pretty’, something that closely resembled any standard dildoes you had seen at the back of seedy stores throughout your travels. But Zoro’s, Zoro’s was real. And the second you saw it you knew it was exactly what you needed. And you need it now.
Your mouth was encircling his head before he could even comment on your stares. Pulling a deep sigh from the man’s throat, his head tipping back as his hips bucked forward. His hand was quick to find your head, his fingers knotting themselves in your hair, offering you slight guidance as you swallowed more of him. It wasn’t long before one hand turned into two on either side of your head, controlling the speed of your rhythm and forcing more of his cock down your throat.
This was all you had ever wanted, to be used. Zoro was checking so many of your boxes, some you didn’t even know needed to be checked. And the low animalistic sounds that were coming from his mouth with no shame were making you more wet then you thought even possible. You glanced up at him through your lashes which had become wet with tears from overcoming your gag reflex. At some point he had pulled his shirt up, pulling the majority of it over his head so it was out of the way giving you an impeccable view of his muscles move as he fucked your throat. His eye opened just for a second, his lips parting to bare his teeth as the hands that were guiding your head back and forth pushed you back enough that his cock was pulled from your lips and you stumbled, falling on your butt. His breath was heavy and he ran a hand over his chest while the other held the base of his cock in an iron grip.
“Damnit” His grip tightened to where you can only assume it hurt but his gaze moved up enough to see you, your legs spread with your hands propping you up. “I’m gonna destroy that pretty cunt.” You weren’t even fully aware of the moan you seemed to respond with. When he seemed confident he had staved off his impending orgasm, he released his cock and held out his other hand towards you. You took it, allowing him the haul you up and stumbling a bit into him. You have never been overly aware of your height difference but now that you felt his erection pressed into your upper stomach you realized just how much he loomed over you. Your height difference with Sanji never seemed as noticeable as it does with Zoro, Sanji always made an effort to lean down to kiss you or ensure he was always sitting on the few occasions he allowed you to blow him. Whereas Zoro was the complete opposite, he enjoyed making you feel small.
He moved from where you were both standing to Sanji’s chair, pushing it out from under the table with his foot so he could sit on it, legs spread. You stood there for a second, unsure if he wanted you to finish what you had started or if he wanted you to get on top of him. He noticed your hesitation and patted his thigh, a smirk on his lips. It was so obvious how sexually pliable you are.
His hands were on your waist the moment you were close enough, his grip guiding you to straddle his lap while keeping your feet mostly on the ground. Your senses were overwhelmed by him, his musky scent wrapped around you and when he pulled your head closer into the crook of his neck you were almost suffocated with it. It wasn’t a bad smell, far from it. But it was so different then what you were used to, it was earthy, the smell of a forest after a heavy rain, it wasn’t from a bottle it was just him. You sat fully on his lap, your toes just barely touching the ground on either side of him. His hands ran from your waist up along your sides, before sliding back down and grabbing his ass, pulling your body forward to put pressure on his cock which was now sandwiched between your lower belly and his. You were lost in the feeling of his hands along your skin, completely unaware of the way you were grinding against him until his hands grabbed your waist tightly again. “You really are needy” His breath was on your neck, your head lolling to one side to give him unrequested access to your overly sensitive skin. “Are you ready?” You weren’t even sure how he was simultaneously nipping at your neck while speaking but the burning in your core was beginning to become an ache and the more he teased you the more it hurt.
“Y-yea”
“Come on then.” His lips pulled away, his hands on your waist guiding you off of his lap. If your mind weren’t so foggy you would have questioned it, but at this point you didn’t care what he did to you as long as he was touching you. He moved your body as though you were a doll, spinning you around and leading you so your hands were gripping the back of the wooden chair, even moving your leg so your knee was on the chair. “Now I want you to do something for me, think you can?” You nodded, looking over your shoulder at him as he ran a hand over the meat of your ass, ”Use your words.” You swallowed hard, closing your eyes and trying in vain to focus on piecing together a sentence.
“I’ll do anything for you.” Your throat was dry as you spoke, but the low gravelly and drawn out ‘good’ was all the reward you needed.
“I want you to watch that ladder okay,” His leaned his body over yours, his chest against your back so you could feel the vibrations of his words.
“W-why?” He rubbed the head of his cock over your slick entrance but didn’t push inside,
“So if the cook comes down to look for you, he can see you getting fucked better then he could ever.” It was unclear if the moan that fell from your lips was in response to Zoro’s words or him finally forcing his cock inside. His hands were on your tits, using them to pull your body back against his, his cock splitting your walls apart, teetering on the verge of painful. When you felt his pelvis flush against your ass he stilled, clearly aware of his size, opting to pepper kisses along your shoulders and neck, his thumbs ghosting over your nipples in a way that had your clit aching. “How’s that feel, baby?” Everything is working against your ability to think, the pulse of his cock inside of you, his hands that are still toying with your nipples and even the way he smells, all of it is making it impossible to process anything, let alone speak.
“Good” was all you could manage, and even that came out closer to a breathe then a word.
“Just good?” Somehow he pulled you even closer, forcing his cock even deeper then you thought possible, a broken moan mixed with a sob shot from your throat. “I think we can do better then that.” His hands abandoned your chest, opting for your hips to give him more control. “Wanna’ try again?” He spoke right into your ear, his breath moving over your neck in the most delightful of ways. You shook your head, dropping your forehead to rest against the backrest of the wooden chair of which you were gripping as though it were a lifeline. “Should I just leave you then?” You could hear the smirk, he knew as well as you did that there was no way in hell either of you were leaving this kitchen without finishing. But despite that, the panic that coursed through you when he pulled his hips back as though he was pulling out completely, caused you to sputter a string of no’s. He slowly pushed himself back inside, barely able to mask the long breath that left his lungs as he did so. “If you want me to keep going,” he leaned against you again, his arms encircling your waist like a bear hug, his chin resting on your shoulder. “Answer my question.” He very slowly, painfully slow pulled out just enough that when he thrusted back inside you gasped. “How,” again “does” again, this time harder “that” his hand slipped low enough that with his middle finger he applied an angel’s whisper of pressure directly on your clit as he whispered “feel” in your ear, his voice closer to a growl then anything else.
“Zoro” a sob tore past your lips, pushing your hips back to meet his as he finally picked up his pace. His name was the only thing you could say, as though it was a prayer and you were a devout follower.
“We can work on that” his focus shifted from toying with you to chasing his pleasure. His hand having move so your clit was held between his index and middle finger, as he fucked into you at an animalistic pace. The sound of skin smacking punctuated by your sobs, begging for him. You were close, your stomach was tensing rutting against his fingers chasing after your climax.
Your vision blurred to the point where you had to close your eyes, feeling tears streak down your cheeks as your orgasm crashed over you. He never stopped, not his thrusts nor the pressure on your bundle of overstimulated nerve endings. “Please Zoro” finally the pressure on your clit was gone and instead you felt a hand on your neck, pulling you back into an arch as he fucked into you, somehow managing to hold off as he teetered in the cliff’s edge of orgasm. “Fuck cum please Zo, please, I need it” you sobbed, completely cock drunk, the sound of smacking skin almost deafening.
That was what Zoro was waiting for, hoping for. His climax hit him so hard the sound that came out of him masked the sound of freshly shined dress shoes climbing down the ladder that you were supposed to be watching, despite neither of you thinking there was actually a reason to.
The rush of warmth that filled you was almost enough to make you cum again, and if your clit had still been held between his fingers you’re sure you would have. But you enjoyed the feeling of his slow thrusts, maintaining long and slow motions as he fucked his cum back inside of you, his body slumped against yours as his breathing was laboured.
He was the first to raise his head, your eyes still closed, forehead against the wood. Zoro’s hips still slowly rutted against you, even as he made eye contact with the cook who was glued to his spot. You of course, didn’t know this, you were still riding out your orgasm. “How did that feel?” His hand ran down your back, running along your spine until he cupped your ass, his blunt nails digging in.
“So good,” he hummed, clearly content with the answer.
“Did you forget all about him?”
Your mind was blank, the only thing you could fully comprehend was the feeling of his pelvis against your ass and the feeling of his cum beginning to seep out around his cock. “Who?”
You cook too much of a meal one day and you decide your neighbor/roommate can do with plate. Enjoy
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Gaz: You've only been living with Gaz for about a month at this point. You’re cooking a fairly simple recipe, but you still manage to make more than enough for just yourself. Gaz is out and about, so you plate him some food and retreat to your room. When he does come home at first he thinks you left your plate out. Only when be sees his name neatly written on a paper does he pause. He feels his face begin to warm as he realizes you took the time to make him something. He starts thinking of how he can return the favor, soon realizing he does not know what you like to eat. When he takes a bite, he starts to wonder how he can make you live with him forever.
Price: Similar to Gaz, you’ve been living with him for about a month. When you first made a plate for him, he was filled with a warmth as it made him desire these domestic moments more. He wanted you to eat with him. After you both had eaten, he washed the dishes and put them out to dry. With a quick “Thank you Love” he retired to his room, hoping tomorrow you’d bless him with another meal.
Soap: He can always smell your cooking (he always has some window open), and more often than not he closes his eyes to pretend you’re in the kitchen cooking him a meal. One day he hears a soft knock at the door in the middle of his day dreams. He rises and then answers the door, pleasantly surprised to see you standing there. After greeting you he notices the tupperware in your hand. You quickly explain that you made too much so if you’re not overstepping, you want him to have some. Soap immediately invites you in so you can share the meal together. After you leave, he somehow ends up on a jewelry website looking at rings. Afterall, the way to this man’s heart is through his stomach.
Ghost: When he first hears the knock on his door, he ignores it hoping who ever it is will go away. The second knock has him sighing and walking towards the door. He opens the door, and sees you standing there with a single plate. You explain you made too much so you wanted to give him a plate but you understand how weird this is. He was going to refuse, but something in your eyes made him accept it. He closes the door as you run off and sets the still warm plate on his table. He digs in after opening a beer and instantly is filled with warmth. The next day as you’re returning home from work, ironically you were wondering if your neighbor enjoyed the food, you notice the plate you had given him yesterday washed and placed by your door. In it is a card with the words “Thank you” written on it in neat penmanship.
viking!soap claiming his pretty little bride on the feasting table at your wedding ceremony in front of the whole clan after having you sat on his lap for hours during the feast, plying you with wine and letting you feed him meat with your fingers :)
swipes everything off of the huge table and hoists you up onto the surface, hiking your skirt up around your hips and fishing his cock out from his kilt, rutting inside you as the clan cheers on their leader, the utter humiliation of being taken in front of everyone making you drop around his thick cock
grunts out about filling you up with his seed, staking his claim on your womb in that heavy brogue of his. makes sure that his new bride cums before him :) milking his cock dry as he finishes inside you with a loud roar
reaction if they are the biological father. if they are not the Dad
Postpartum Depression
Ever thought about what it would be like to be pregnant with this gigantic pile of handsome men? Because I've thought about it, and I can go into heavy detail—I will go into heavy detail!
Price: This man has a heavy breeding kink, and no one can convince me otherwise. He was so happy when he found out you were pregnant that he immediately got into heavy Dad mode. "What do you mean?" he asked after you told him he doesn't need to baby-proof the house when you're only in the second month. He attends baby preparation courses with you and overall turns into a super daddy.
Johnny: The second one with a heavy breeding kink is 100% sure he is the father. "It's the MacTavish genes," he says confidently. "We're going to have at least three bairns by the end of the five-year mark." He wouldn't admit it, but he called his mother crying while he told her the news. The MacTavish Family was special, so they all came with big stroller gifts and the urge to overwhelm you with their love. They don't care who the baby's biological father is; in their hearts, you're a MacTavish, exactly like your sweet little bairn.
Kyle: He is really excited. He already loves the baby and is also 100% sure it's his because you two have the most sex out of all of them. He always fights with Johnny about who the father probably is. Kyle is the one who thinks the most about you. He knows how you struggle with the pregnancy and how it isn't easy for you with all the overwhelming baby daddies around you, so he takes his time to care about you. He compliments you more than ever, and if you have a weird craving, he's already ordered it before you even said a word. He is constantly trying to find a baby-safe option of your favorite food. He doesn't drink coffee anymore so you don't mourn alone. Check-up? He is the first to be there, and when the baby was born and everyone looked at it, he went to you. Not because he loves the baby less—it's his world—but because he was so afraid the whole pregnancy of losing his soulmate, the only thing worth fighting for, the only thing that kept him alive.
Ghost: He never wanted kids—at least he thought he didn't—but it made sense with you. He knew you would be the best mother in the world. So why was he so afraid? He thought about how he could hurt the baby all the time with his pure strength or how he would scare the baby or hurt you. For a blissful second, he thought maybe it would be better if he left so you'd be safe from all the shadows of his past. But he was better than his family. He bought lots of parenting books, went to his psychologist regularly, and attended dad meetings, not daddy meetings—a terrible mistake he made. He even bought you a guard dog for the possibility that you and the baby are alone. To his surprise, but not to yours, he was the most gentle and understanding dad there ever was.
Dont ask me why my brain came up with this weird stuff again but Im already thinking about how they react when they found out who the biological father is lol
I'm just imagining doing some vent maintenence on base and getting stuck because your hips (+ utility belt) are wider than you thought.
And of course Soap is the one who finds you struggling to get free. He tries to be a gentleman and tug you out from the sides but he can't get enough leverage. So, he has no choice but to come up from behind, make you lock your legs around his hips, and put his whole back into freeing you up.
Meanwhile, Price's office is next door. He can hear your banging and struggling echoing through the vents. Out of concern he pops his head into the room to see what all the ruckus is about.
The first thought on his mind is that he really hopes whatever he's witnessing is consensual. The second thought on his mind is:
"What in the bloody 'ell are you two doing?"
Soap's is already pink with extertion, but redness creeps up the back of his neck. He glances down at your precariously inappropriate position and releases your legs from his grip.
"M' jus' trying to help." He offers.
Price huffs and walks over. He calls out to you, fingers prdding at your panting midsection. Yeah, you're stuck alright. You're definitely going to need more help getting free than from just Soap.
"C'mere." Price commands, using his fingers to gesture at his sergeant. "You grab one leg like this. Good, now, on the count of three."
You have no idea what's going on other than the fact there are two grown men with full body grips on both of your legs. Their faces are just over the curve of your ass as you can feel Soap's panting breaths through your trousers. You're so distracted you don't even hear the start of Price's countdown.
"Three."
"Guys wai-"
Instanly, you feel your hip joints pop from the pressure of the two men. The tools in your belt scratch angrily against the metal vent as you're pulled free. Unfortunately, they really did put their full strength into saving you, and so you slip away from the vent and belly flop onto the floor.
You sit up on your knees as you catch your breath. Soap and Price let go of your legs and stand up to their full heights. They press hands against your back and shoulders to stabilize you. Without thinking, you grab the first things for support you can.
Both men are stunned into silence as you sit there, out of it, and panting between their legs with your hands digging into their trouser clad thighs.
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