guys iâm sorry but i need to know wtf happened omg i havenât been in the hp fandom for a while now but whatâs with this ron resurgenceđđđ i remember when i posted âwhat you needâ i expected it to get like 200 likes and its almost at 2k! thatâs insane. thank you for all the loveâŠbut is there a reason for this? i remember ron was likeâŠthe underdog of hp fanfic! someone slide in my inbox and lmkđđđđ i thought the fandom was like dead.
this art reminds me of the one piece college au full length fic i may have to writeâŠaceofspades by mihawkuri on ao3 has inspired me smâŠmight be zoro x luffy x law but iâm still debating. also, sorry ive been gone so long, but im back now! đ
donât worry darling | vinsmoke sanji x fem!reader
sanji's touch trembled slightly at your words, impatience and lust getting the better of him. a gruff laugh spilled from his own soaked lips, a result of his tongue subconsciously mirroring the way you worked him into your mouth. "yes, darling" was all he could muster under the strain of his arousal, his pants growing tighter with each passing second...
word count: 2.6k
cw/tags: afab/fem!reader, housewife!sanji, established relationship, high school sweethearts, mature language, modern!au, fluff, porn with a lil plot, cunnilingus, slight suffocation (it's okay he likes it), use of pet names ("darling", "sweetheart", etc.), and other crazy shit i probably forgot to mention, MDNI pls!!!
if you're unfamiliar with frankie avalon's 'venus', you can find the song here!
frustration throbbed beneath the soft skin of your temples, vessels threatening to pop under the weight of your irritation. countless hours spent at your stuffy office job called for silent drives home with the windows down, the cool summer breeze drowning out the musty scent that stuck to your clothes.
the warm kitchen light illuminated the red brick of the windowsill as you pulled into the driveway. the hum of a soulful tune spills from the window, Etta James' voice synchronizing with the longing beat of your heart. polished glass slightly ajar graced you with a glimpse into your own loving home, the home you shared with you husband. your eyes landed on the sight of your husband's well-dressed back, cigarette in hand as he swayed along to the tune. you instantly recognized the maroon dress shirt that clung to his sculpted frame, a piece of his expansive wardrobe he knew was one of your favorites. his gaze was focused on the sizzling pan before him, tossing its contents gently as he took a long drag. it was small acts of service like these that made your heart swell, traces of harsh footsteps washed away from the shore of your mind.
slipping off your work shoes, Sanji's firm hands snake around your waist, pulling you into a deep kiss. your head swims as he dives into you, teeth brushing together as you smile. the smell of spice and nicotine floods your senses, a familiar warmth pooling deep in your stomach.
"hello, my love," Sanji greets tenderly, palm rubbing soothing circles on the small of your back. "how was work today?"
"long," you sighed, shrugging off your coat. "how was your day? i smell something cooking."
Sanji chuckles at the sight of your nose switching upwards, inhaling the savory aroma of meat and starches. "mine was just fine, dear. i've been prepping dinner all day â it's your favorite! grilled chicken with garlic potatoes and veggies, just the way you like it."
the thought of the delicious meal made your stomach grumble, cheeks flushing in embarrassment. Sanji's raspy laughter filled the silence as he brought you close to his chest, his thrumming heart filling your ears. the beat synchronized with the introduction to Frankie Avalon's 'Venus,' your coupled bodies swaying to the soft melody. a thick, sultry hum vibrates against your temple as Sanji begins to sing along:
"Venus, goddess of love that you areee," he drawled, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. "surely the things i ask, can't be too great a task.."
overwhelming gratitude filled your chest as you whisked away in the foyer of your home, the home you shared with Sanji. he was the man of your dreams, often staying home to tend to housework while you provided for your growing family. when you first started dating, he offered to work for the rest of your life if it meant that you would never have to worry ever again. your high school sweetheart was always overly ambitious, constantly feeling the need to reassure him that wouldn't be necessary. despite always complaining about your nosey coworkers, you enjoyed working as it gave you a stable routine amidst the chaos of your life. Sanji was another grounding force that kept you afloat, a factor in your life that you knew would remain constant. his place in your heart was set in stone, an immovable force that no disaster could shake.
you crane your neck upwards to meet his soothing gaze, using the palm of your hand to gently cup his cheek. scratchy stubble of a clean shaven face grazed your soft skin, the pads of your thumb tracing the wear of his under eyes. Sanji sacrifices his time at the restaurant for you, cutting down his hours so that you can come home to a clean house with a fresh meal decorating the dining table. sheltered in the haze of cigarette smoke and you are Sanji's favorite evenings. but it would be a lie to say that you don't worry about your husband's wellbeing. worried that he prioritizes your needs over his own.
"you know you don't have to do this, sweetheart. i'm perfectly fine with coming home to take-out and a movie date on the couch. i'm worried you're stretching yourself thin for my sake," you said shyly, sympathetic.
Sanji took your hand in his, bringing the back of it to his lips as he pressed a gentle kiss, "I'm fine, [y/n]. i promise you that everything i do, i do out of free will. now let me take care of you by feeding youâ"
overcome with emotion and desire for your husband, you crash your lips into his, cutting his sentence short. your firm grasp on the nape of his warm neck guided him into you, Sanji matching your pace with practiced ease. the kiss began tenderly, spoke a language no words in the English language could proclaim. but with the kind of day you've had, you craved more and more of his delicate touch. you wanted to make up for all the lost time you spent wasting away in that dusty office while your husband worked, busying himself as he patiently awaited your arrival.
small nibbles and desperate pulls of velvety skin intensified your need, a fervid heat beginning to pool between your thighs. Sanji's strong hands worked at your waist, tugging your hips into his, now painfully aware of the clothing that separated the two of you. "off" was the word tattooed to the forefront of your mind, the power it held in what it meant drove you to a euphoric high as you pressed yourself further into him. as if you couldn't feel more alive, Sanji hoisted you up into the air, wrapping your legs around his waist as he moved with purpose. you gasped in shocked pleasure at the height, staring into his deep blue eyes before colliding once again. you had no idea where he was taking you, but it didn't matter. all you knew was that you needed him. and you needed him now. hell, he could take you right here on the floor if he really wanted to, ruining the pristine condition he worked to maintain throughout the day.
to your surprise, a firm surface clashes with the soft plush of your ass, Sanji using it as an instrument to aid your pleasure. his gentle hand is now rested under your knee, spreading your thighs ever-so-slightly to claim his spot between them. the thick hard-on beneath his dark slacks grazes your aching core with every dip and thrust. your hips buck mindlessly, chasing that sensation as you grow increasingly more wet under his touch. the taut material of your work pants begin to prickle your legs, your arousal bleeding into a feverish sweat. off.
"off, Sanji," you whimpered, eyes half lidded as you tugged at your waistband. "take these off."
Sanji, never one to deny your request, began to fiddle with the metallic loops and buckles of your pants. his hot mouth lowered down to your neck as he peeled the pants clean off. the snap of the loud fabric pulled your mouth into a naughty smirk, planting your feet on the tabletop as you raised your knees to your chest. the sight of your sopping panties now on full display to the rest of your house, the ghosts of warm memories swimming around you as you drink in the sight of the blond man under you. a raspy moan escaped from your lips as Sanji tugged the supple skin of your neck with his teeth, hungrily satisfying your flesh as his hands wandered down to your hips.
his slender fingers hooked under the thin elastic of your panties, the pastel pink fabric darkened with your arousal. you lifted your hips into him once more, inviting him to pull them off and take you. Sanji has always been fluent in your body's language, taking your wordless request into consideration as he obeyed your command. the room's stuffy draft drifted cooly over the heat rising from your core, the sensation urging your craving to be touched. you craned your neck back, raking your fingers through messy blonde waves as you gave Sanji full access to the expansive plane of skin. his lips surged into yours as his fingers trailed softly between your folds, your slick painting his fingertips. his teasing touch caused you to moan against his ear, the absence of necessary friction driving you crazy.
"touch me harder," you pleaded, writhing your hips into his touch.
Sanji pulled his fingers away instantly, earning an irritated groan from you. his hands caressed the supple skin around your pulsing cunt, gently massaging circles to ease your tensing muscles below.
"shhh, it's okay sweetheart. we have time," Sanji hushed gently, one of his palms cupping your cheek.
leaning into his touch, you huffed and shuddered under his intense gaze. your cheeks flushed a fierce pink as your bottom half lay open and exposed, his own growing erection dangerously close to your cunt. his thumb brushed your bottom lip lightly, the slick of your saliva gliding it effortlessly into your mouth. your tongue hollowed as you tasted his finger, twisting and sucking it further down your throat. the smell of smoke and ash intoxicating as you tasted his fingertips, growing envious of the addiction he spends so much time satisfying. you never broke eye contact as you did so, watching his resolve crumble with every swipe and stroke. completely mesmerized by the way your head bobbed around his finger, Sanji dove further, earning a sweet gag out of you.
"will you fuck me now?" you asked around his finger, tone thick and full with arousal. your fingers worked on the buttons of your shirt, undoing them agonizingly slow to reveal your breasts.
Sanji's touch trembled slightly at your words, impatience and lust getting the better of him. a gruff laugh spilled from his own soaked lips, a result of his tongue subconsciously mirroring the way you worked him into your mouth. "yes, darling" was all he could muster under the strain of his arousal, his pants growing tighter with each passing second.
his slick thumb trailed down your exposed middle, each pass igniting a flame as he inched closer and closer to your needy pussy. you watched breathlessly as he met your core, his finger tracing lazy circles over your swollen clit. every rub sent jolts of electricity deep into your stomach, muscles beginning to constrict as your orgasm builds. Sanji's hand found its way into your bra, kneading the plush skin of your breast as he stimulated you below. the attention drove you wild, your breath hitching in your throat as it grew unbearable. you needed him inside you, needed him to brutally attack that gummy spot that sent you reeling.
Sanji lowered himself between your thighs, his warm breath ghosting over your drooling cunt. he exhaled a satisfied groan as he slid a finger inside, twisting and hooking to tease your g-spot.
"so needy," he purred, placing a tender kiss on your puffy clit. you flinched from the contact, rocking your hips into his rhythm as he eased in a second finger. "its hard to believe you could work in these conditions, my love. you're so tense! use me, baby. use me to let go and relief yourself."
a whiny, pitchy moan dragged out from your lips, throwing your head back as he pumped ferociously inside of you. Sanji's tongue teased and suckled at your flesh simultaneously, lapping up your sweet nectar as you slowly released around his hold. just as your thighs began to tremble and twitch, Sanji removed his fingers, your cunt pulsing frantically in their absence. it wasn't long before he dove back in, replacing his hands with his wild tongue. you writhed as he pried your thighs apart, his firm grasp trying its best to keep you in place. your back hit the thin linen sheet that draped over the dining table, fisting the fabric as you rode your high.
lewd sounds of your slick lapping against his tongue mingled with the clang of rattling silverware, a melody of desperate moans joining the symphony. your hands found their way into his honey-blonde hair once again, Sanji's scalp stinging as you tugged.
"fuck Sanji! right there! don't stop i'm close.." you cried out, eyes watering as you shut them tightly. the moans escaping you were deafening, the old wood beneath you vibrating. you could feel Sanji smiling into you, his lips curling into a smirk as he continued to ravage you.
your neck snapped upwards, chin pressed against your chest as you watched your husband eat you out. the sight alone was enough to make you come â his dark lashes resting softly against his rosy cheeks, the slick of your arousal soaking his face and shirt. you made a mental note to handle his laundry for the next few days, tending to the stain before it could ruin the delicate fabric.
with every buck and roll of your hips, Sanji began to whine into your core, his erection growing painful under the confines of his pants. but he was determined to make you finish right into his mouth. the taste of you was intoxicating, a flavor Sanji never wished to forget. he could devour you for every meal for the rest of his life and not once would he go hungry. you satisfied him, in sex, in love, in life. you were the one, tinkered to perfection just for him.
"come for me, sweetheart" Sanji begged, his fingers sliding into you once more, beckoning for your sweet release. the rhythmic pump and curl of his fingers sending you right over the edge.
your grip on his hair tightened as you brought him into you, his lips suctioning around your aching cunt as he drank you in. in the heat of your orgasm, you cleared the table entirely as you grabbed at anything to stabilize your convulsing body. a cacophony of clattering silverware and shattering ceramic filled the room, then world around you crumbling along with your resolve.
"yes! yes! yes! oh my godâ" you exclaimed, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you clamped your thighs around Sanji's head. the force of your skin into his temples was enough to make his ears ring, a dull pain lingering under your touch. but none of that mattered. the temporary pain Sanji felt in this moment could never amount to the irritation you endured every day away from home. he would do anything to relieve you of that burden, and if suffocating him between your thighs was the way to go, he would do it a thousand times over.
the crippling realization of your actions snapped you out of your euphoria, rising to sit up as you took in the sight around you. shards of white ceramic dishes scattered across the floor, your now-dirty silverware accompanying the mess. you brought your hands to your face, hiding it out of shame.
"i'm so sorry, love. i'll clean it up," you apologized, scooting off the table. a soft hand on your shoulder stops you, Sanji's gaze a mixture of gratitude and sincerity.
"don't even worry about it," he began, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. "go wash up and i'll have this all cleaned up by the time you're back!"
you sighed, relieved that after all the work he's been through today, Sanji was still willing to help you. "what did i do to deserve such a loving husband?"
Sanji smiled softly, using his free hand to push the wild strands of hair out of your face. "i've been hooked on you since the day i met you, [y/n]. all you had to do was be yourself."
sanji has worked his way into my heart and i cannot shake this beautiful man i adore him with my entire being
and yes, this inspired by that one scene from âdonât worry darlingâ. it was a calling and who am i to turn down divine intervention?
suggestive, drinking, modern au, zoro is 21 so letâs pretend perona is just a lil younger than him for the plotâŠ
best friendâs brother zoro who couldnât help but let his eyes follow the new friend that perona had already deemed her âbest friendâ before bringing her home for a girls night sleepover.
best friendâs brother zoro who knew he wouldnât be able to help himself after meeting you face to face, with your sweet smile, kind gestures, and friendly embrace to greet him.
best friendâs brother zoro who found himself entranced by your scent and the way that your plush body felt as you pressed up against him in your cute, tight little sleep set. dazing him from hardly even 2 seconds of contact.
best friendâs brother zoro who knew he was gonna piss perona off tonight, nonchalantly shoving himself into all of your activities and feigning small interest in a few of your favorite movies, shows and hobbies that you had mentioned to start casual conversation, despite his younger sisters insults as he did so.
best friendâs brother zoro who could no longer conceal the hard-on you gave him only two shots into the drinking game that perona suggested for the three of you, swearing that his sister placed the âflash the person to your right or take a shotâ card under your deck just to fuck with him.
best friendâs brother zoro who you knew took a special liking toward you, causing the liquor plaguing your body to act as liquid courage while you initiated small touches and teases as the night went on and the liquor kept pouring.
best friendâs brother zoro who had to mask his excitement by a blank expression and a slight nod after you had pulled him into what you hoped was his room, drunkenly asking him to make out with you once you had both tucked perona into her bed after she had an alcohol-induced knockout on the floor of her bedroom.
best friendâs brother zoro who couldnât help but massage your soft tits over your silk, damn near lingerie coverup as your plump, soft, hot lips pressed almost painfully hard against his as he tried his hardest to keep up with your fast pace and roaming hands.
best friendâs brother zoro who knew that this couldnât be the last time that he saw you as he watched you walk out the door come early next morning. leaving him with raw, kiss bitten lips and dark hickies from his chest to his jawline as a reminder of the night you shared. he needed to see you again.
suggestive, drinking, modern au, zoro is 21 so letâs pretend perona is just a lil younger than him for the plotâŠ
best friendâs brother zoro who couldnât help but let his eyes follow the new friend that perona had already deemed her âbest friendâ before bringing her home for a girls night sleepover.
best friendâs brother zoro who knew he wouldnât be able to help himself after meeting you face to face, with your sweet smile, kind gestures, and friendly embrace to greet him.
best friendâs brother zoro who found himself entranced by your scent and the way that your plush body felt as you pressed up against him in your cute, tight little sleep set. dazing him from hardly even 2 seconds of contact.
best friendâs brother zoro who knew he was gonna piss perona off tonight, nonchalantly shoving himself into all of your activities and feigning small interest in a few of your favorite movies, shows and hobbies that you had mentioned to start casual conversation, despite his younger sisters insults as he did so.
best friendâs brother zoro who could no longer conceal the hard-on you gave him only two shots into the drinking game that perona suggested for the three of you, swearing that his sister placed the âflash the person to your right or take a shotâ card under your deck just to fuck with him.
best friendâs brother zoro who you knew took a special liking toward you, causing the liquor plaguing your body to act as liquid courage while you initiated small touches and teases as the night went on and the liquor kept pouring.
best friendâs brother zoro who had to mask his excitement by a blank expression and a slight nod after you had pulled him into what you hoped was his room, drunkenly asking him to make out with you once you had both tucked perona into her bed after she had an alcohol-induced knockout on the floor of her bedroom.
best friendâs brother zoro who couldnât help but massage your soft tits over your silk, damn near lingerie coverup as your plump, soft, hot lips pressed almost painfully hard against his as he tried his hardest to keep up with your fast pace and roaming hands.
best friendâs brother zoro who knew that this couldnât be the last time that he saw you as he watched you walk out the door come early next morning. leaving him with raw, kiss bitten lips and dark hickies from his chest to his jawline as a reminder of the night you shared. he needed to see you again.
sanji, the gentleman he was, ignored the pounding of his heart and the aching of his cock under his tight pants to ensure your pleasure before his. as much as he wanted to bend you over and fuck you over the countertop, he bit his tongue and used it to tease you instead...
word count: 2.9k
cw/tags: afab/fem!reader, curvy!reader, brief mentions of insecurity, mature language, porn with a lil plot, fingering, squirting, oral sex (f! receiving), brief mentions of masturbation and vouyerism, some fluff tho!, use of name calling (âsweetheartâ, âbabyâ, âmy loveâ), hardly proofread chill on me, MNDI pls!!!
it was no secret that sanji absolutely adored you. his admiration allowed himself to be completely at your disposal, wishing you would selfishly take advantage of his graciousness. however, sanji believed that it wasnât fair for him to be the only one to recognize your beauty. no, he wanted you to see it for yourself. he caught onto your self-consciousness early on â the way you would shy away from his gaze when you wore a bikini out on the deck, shielding your belly with your arms. in truth, you were worried sanji wouldn't treat you the same as the other women aboard. your festering insecurities caused you to believe that his generosity only extended to those with smaller figures and slimmer waists. but that couldn't have been farther from the truth. he worshipped your body as if it was a sacred temple, worried that his impure thoughts would tarnish its pristine condition. sanji lusted over your curves, dreaming of exploring each fold and crevice, every mound and arch that decorated the smooth valley of your figure.
there would be times when your skirt would ride up just enough for sanji to sneak a glance. the way your ass consumed the thin fabric that hardly shielded it from the outside world sent him reeling. images of you bent over in these miniature articles of clothing (courtesy of nami's taste in fashion) seared into his memory, which he later used to pleasure himself in the confines of his bedroom. he would tug and stroke his aching cock, pleading to be touched by your delicate fingers. sanji could imagine the sensation of your warm breath ghosting over his leaking tip, the thought just enough to have him writhing against his sheets. his releases were so strong when you were in mind â his orgasm causing him to see stars while he whimpered your name into the night skyâs abyss. he could only dream of being suffocated between your pillowy thighs while he ravaged on your dripping core, exploring its taste as if it were an exotic delicacy.
the morning after such perverse activities always had sanji on edge, especially around you. anxious that if you peered into his dusty blue eyes long enough, you could read the absurdities that plagued his mind. sanji would avert his gaze, lighting cigarettes and taking a long drag every few minutes to ease the racing of his heart.
this particular morning the kitchen reeked of cigarette smoke, your stomach churning at the scent. you'd grown accustomed to sanji's smoking habit, often taking a drag when he offered it to you. but this was nauseating, causing you to cover your nose as you entered the room.
"jesus, what the hell are you trying to do? hotbox the kitchen??" you question over the loud clanging of pots and pans, playfulness mingling with your concern. the ventilation in the kitchen had been so poor that you had to physically waft the clouds of smoke out of your sight.
preoccupied with balancing the cigarette between his lips so the ash didn't fall into the dish below, sanji jumped at the sound of your voice. his ambiguously colored pupils dilated, eyes wild with fear and shame as if you had caught him in the middle of doing something bad.
"[y/n], my love. what are you doing here?" he asked, dropping a spoon as his hands trembled slightly. you smiled, even when he's nervous he's charming.
"just came to see if you needed any help," you responded innocently. however, your thoughts were anything but as you admired the sight before you â sanji's sleeves rolled up past his elbows, the bundled fabric tight around his biceps. his baby blue shirt was buttoned down a few notches, exposing the supple skin of his chest underneath. your breath hitched slightly as he hovered over the counter, palms pressed against its cool surface to stabilize himself. oh what you'd give to be pressed between that small space.
his head tilted at the sound of your request, yet the adorable confusion plastered across his face did not match the racing of his heart. sanji was ecstatic that you suddenly wanted to spend leisure time with him rather than tending to your own needs. he huffed a laugh, a small cloud of smoke billowing from his rosy lips, "i'm sure you have other things you'd rather do than be trapped with me."
"no, please. i'd love to help you," you insisted, smiling as you made your way over to where he was stationed. "i'll be your sous chef! your wish is my command, just show me where you need me."
sanji looked down into your eyes, amusement and fondness fusing into a blush that danced across his cheeks. your last few words lingered in his mind â oh boy he really did need you. his lips quirked into a smirk, pearly teeth flashing as they held the cigarette in place. "okay then."
you squealed at his approval, excited to finally get your hands dirty. sanji was extremely particular about who he let into his kitchen, worried that the crew's carelessness would disrupt the precision he worked so hard to maintain. it was his safe space â a place perfectly designed for him, a place where he could go blow off some steam doing what he loves most. so when he agreed to have you, your heart couldn't help but soar in your chest.
sanji directed you to cutting the fruit, granting you a simple task as he believed you shouldn't work too hard â you were too pretty for that. a comfortable silence grew between the two of you, each in your own little worlds while simultaneously enjoying the other's company. the only thing filling the silence would be the occasional scraping of the knife against the cutting board and the sizzling from the various pans occupying the burners on the stove. sanji would steal glances your way, chuckling to himself as he caught the way your brows furrowed in concentration.
"need some help?" sanji asked, fixing his sleeves as he walked over to you. your eyes met his, bashfully averting your gaze and returning it to the fruit before you. he gently places his hand over yours, seizing your continuous cutting motion.
âwas it that obvious?â you laughed, turning to meet him as you held the knife up, gesturing for him to relieve you from your task. however, sanji had a better idea â taking advantage of your blissful ignorance and using it as a way to get closer to you.
he placed a gentle grip over your fingers, holding your hand in his as he steadies the knife. his other hand traveled down to meet the one you reserved for the small piece of fruit, lacing your fingers between his as he closed the gap between you two. your lower back now rested against his stomach, the friction of solid abs beneath the linen surface sent straight into your core. you leaned to rest against his chest, bodies pulled together by some invisible magnetic force. such proximity allowed you to feel the rise and fall of his chest, drinking in traces of cologne mingling with cigarette smoke. his scent was enough to make your head swim, your heart racing as your breathing became slow and deep.
"make sure you keep your fingers nice and tucked in like this when you cut stuff," sanji informed, using his hand to ball your fingers up. "can't risk damage to those pretty fingers of yours."
as someone who cherishes his own, it would be a lie to say that sanji hadn't paid attention to your hands. it was only in his wildest dreams where you showed him how skilled you were with yours â revealing yourself to him as he watched you explore your own body. he yearned for such a privilege, envisioning the way your fingers glided in and out of your core, white hot pleasure building inside as you brought yourself to a sweet release.
the two of you remained in this position until the rest of the fruit has been complete. thick, malleable tension gradually filled the atmosphere, both of you scared to disturb the beautiful moment shared. you were the first to break silence, bringing a cube of sweet honeydew melon to sanji's lips. his mouth accepted the offer, teeth grazing against your plush fingertips. you were mesmerized by the way his jaw worked to chew the fruit, gaze lingering on the way his lips never left your hands.
sanji caught your hand in his as you faced to meet him once again, gently placing a kiss on the rest of your fingers, "you did a wonderful job, my love. thank you for your help."
a fierce crimson blush colored your face, holding his gaze in yours, "i learned from the best."
the gap between the two of you shrunk with every passing second, sanji's large hands traveling down your body. a small gasp released from your lips as he made his way to your waist, pushing you farther into the countertop. his thumbs brushed gently against the space where your pants and soft flesh met, causing you to shiver from his touch. sanji brought his delicate hand to your face, cupping your cheek as his fingers slowly raked through your hair. you could see the hesitation in his eyes, worry swimming in his light eyes, afraid to cross such a boundary. yours, on the other hand, filled with a strong desire, a sweet plea that gave him a sense of reassurance. i want this.
in one swift motion, sanji discarded his cigarette by tossing it to the ground and sealed the gap between the two of you. he planted a long, hungry kiss across your soft lips. you could taste the smoke in his breath, the burn of the nicotine accelerating your head rush. your hands explored his chest â raking your hands over his smooth pecs as you made your way up to his collar, tugging on it to pull you closer. this small act of desperation raised a laugh from sanji's lips, his smile breaking the rhythm, "be patient, baby. i've got you."
sanji's words made their way straight down to your core, heat pulsing with desire for his touch. his fingers tightened slightly in your hair, just enough to tug your head backwards as he explored the skin across your neck. a sweet moan fell from your lips and into the hot kitchen air, each kiss traveling lower and lower down your body. his hands followed soon after, trailing down your navel as he followed every curve and ridge that resided there. sanji paid special attention to your breast, his mouth opening just a little wider to release warm, husky breath over supple skin. his pearly teeth worked to nibble and suck, a light trail of hickeys making their home on your chest. sanji pulled back to admire is work, to admire you.
"god, you're beautiful," he breathed, his voice raspy and hardly above a whisper. you moaned into a smile, raking your fingers through his honey-blonde hair to push it out of his eyes. you wanted to see him while he ravaged your body, your eyes tracing over his curly brows and dark eyelashes as he peered up at you.
he continued his passionate rhythm, planting kisses atop your stomach as he worked to unbutton your jeans. sanji, the gentleman he was, ignored the pounding of his heart and the aching of his cock under his tight pants to ensure your pleasure before his. as much as he wanted to bend you over and fuck you over the countertop, he bit his tongue and used it to tease you instead.
sanji wrapped his arms around your plush thighs, hoisting you up and placing you onto the countertop before him. you squealed at the sudden height, bringing his face to yours as an act of gratitude for handling you with such tenderness. sanji's hands ran over your thighs, blindly feeling his way up to your ass. he gave it a gentle squeeze before hooking his fingers into the small pocket where your back and pants met, tugging it down to expose your ruined panties to the outside world. your hips bucked to assist him, peeling them off slowly and sensually as he observed you. the hunger in his eyes told you that he was ready, licking his rosy lips as his breathing increased rapidly underneath the confines of his shirt. oh that won't do.
your eyes quickly flickered down his shirt before you pulled him into you â unraveling each button with a speed sanji couldn't catch up with. his trembling hands made an effort to help you out, but you beat him to the punch, finishing and shrugging the fabric off his broad shoulders. nothing could have prepared you for the beauty he beheld. you'd always recognized sanji's handsomeness, admired the way his pale skin glistened in the beaming sunlight. or the way his broad shoulders swayed gracefully with each step, a strong arm swinging just below. but right now, underneath the warm kitchen light, he glowed.
sanji pulled you into one final kiss, a parting gift as he lowered himself into the warm space between your thighs. he brought his hand to the small of your back, pushing you closer to the edge of the counter to get a better angle of you. mesmerized at the sight, sanji smiled â trailing kisses into your thighs, stopping right before your soaked panties. he pulled back and returned his gaze to yours, running circles into your waist with his thumbs, âare you sure you wanna do this?â
you nodded breathlessly, pushing his head closer into your aching core begging him to touch you, ââm positive.â
he huffed a laugh that ghosted right over your cunt, your hips bucking at the warmth of his mouth, âokay, then just sit still for me, sweetheart.â
he took his long, delicate fingers and gently slid your panties to the side, strings of warm slick connecting to your heat. the slight draft blew over your exposed cunt, its juxtaposing temperature causing you to shiver. sanji placed a tender kiss on the space just above your clit, his bottom lip grazing it ever-so-slightly. he hooks his fingers under the waistband of your panties, pulling the lace down your legs, unraveling you as if you were a precious gift sent from the gods themselves. his tongue explores your folds, lapping at your aching entrance, begging to be filled. the salacious sounds of him groaning and ravaging your cunt meshed with the moans erupting from your mouth, loud and shameless.
"fuck, sanji. don't stop," you pleaded, your fingers grasping at his golden locks for stability as your climax builds.
"not yet, darling. we're just getting started," sanji groaned, his words slurring underneath you, drunk off your slick and pheromones. his dark lashes fluttered against his rosy cheeks, beads of sweat beginning to coat his forehead. sanji parted from you with a final suck, a pop reverberating as he released his suction from your clit. once he was sure that you were teetering the boundary of orgasm, sanji inserted a finger into you, curling it up to find that spongy button that would surely send you over the edge. the way you flinched, brows furrowed and mouth agape in pleasure let him know he succeeded. bingo.
a second finger slides into you gracefully, your lust allowing for easy access. sanji begins to pump his fingers rhythmically, curling them so they're able to hit that spot just right. your thighs tremble and shake as his speed increases, his soft thumb tracing circles over your puffy clit, hot and throbbing from the attention. as if this sex couldn't get any better, sanji raked his tongue straight through your folds, electricity buzzing and building into an overwhelming climax. your arms grew weak from holding yourself up, exhaustion from fighting back a premature orgasm eventually led you to give in to the cool surface of the countertop. you watched the way sanji worked between your thighs, completely lost in his own thrusting. what you hadn't realized was the way his hips bucked beneath you, grinding his cock against the fabric of his pants to relieve its tension. precum began to leak from his swollen tip, a seal of approval as you drove him to make such a mess of himself without touching him at all. sanji wanted this moment to be about you, his own pleasure an afterthought.
you began to lose touch with all reality, eyes lolling to the back of your head while you writhed beneath sanji's hot mouth. the moans escaping your lips were so primal, groans and squeals of pleasure rasping into the tranquil morning atmosphere. you finally decided that you could no longer hold back, releasing your sweet cum all over sanji's face, "god! fuck, yes sanji! i'm c-coming!"
he acted fast, instinctively catching the juices squirting from your core into his mouth, drinking in your decadent taste. once he was satisfied, sanji trailed gentle kisses along your stomach, showering you in praise, "you did so good, my love. thank you."
the comedown from your orgasm brought you back to your senses, cheeks flushing as you crash your lips onto his. you could taste the sweetness of your own cunt in his saliva, tongue swiping over his lips to savor it. this time, your kiss bled into something softer, tongues wrestling playfully against one another. a sudden scent of pungent smoke hits your nose, withdrawing you from the moment.
"what's...burning?" you ask slowly, piecing the puzzle together in your head.
sanji's eyes suddenly snap open, horror filling them as he realized his crucial error, "SHIT!"
literally wrote this after hearing the rumors surrounding toei and sanjiđđđ free my husband till its backwards wtf!!
the time is right, your perfume fills my head
the stars get red, and, oh, the night's so blue
and then I go and spoil it all
by saying somethin' stupid like, "i love you."
word count: 1.3k
cw/tags: roronoa zoro x fem!reader, drinking and drunken confessions, short&sweet, sfw and fluff!! inspired by something stupid - frank sinatra & nancy sinatra
the sound of the crashing waves against the shipâs hull mingled with the cacophonous laughter that erupted from the two of you. after a long, stressful day of evading one of the many nefarious foes that tailed behind your crew, zoro had the brilliant idea of winding down with a cool bottle of sake.Â
zoro's head swayed with the restless current, bobbing against the wooden panels that lined the crowâs nest. his beautifully tanned skin prickled with goosebumps as the ocean breeze grazed his exposed arms. when he was with you, zoro felt like he could come alive â lowering his guard and allowing himself to be ignorant to the outside world, just for a moment. his stoicism faltered whenever you were around, effortlessly tugging a gentle smile at his lips with a single, all-knowing glance. despite only being a part of the crew for a few months, you grew to understand zoro better than anyone else on the crew â hell, sometimes better than himself. the relationship between the two of you was easy and comfortable, two feelings zoro had never been familiar with. his life always flashed a million miles a minute, encountering death more times than heâd be willing to admit. but when you were around, his life slowed down, making time to commit your soft features to memory.Â
the feelings zoro had for you were more than romantic. sure, he allowed his mind to wander to not-so-appropriate places over the last few weeks when he finally realized his feelings for you. but the fluttering in his chest and stomach were not the only distinct symptoms that accompanied this crush. it exceeded the bounds of love and lust, crossing over into an unbridled admiration. he appreciated you in his life, finding himself unable to imagine a world that you weren't in, weren't a part of. and in the brief moments that he did, his chest hollowed and an aching loneliness burned through his heart. Â
so yeah, he liked you.
the alcohol that ran through his system made him feel light, its buzz causing his cheeks to flush. although, his blush wasnât attributed to the alcohol alone. no, he had been watching the way you threw your head back, your loud and chaotic laughter erupting from your rosy lips. he loved how comfortable you were around each other, not afraid to unleash your âugly laugh,â as you had called it once before. anything you did was a sign of beauty in his eyes, a treasure that he wanted to keep all for himself.Â
unbeknownst to zoro, you had felt the same way for a long time. ever since you met him, you recognized how undeniably handsome he was. the macho-man front he put on in the beginning had been a little off putting, constantly walking on eggshells to avoid disturbing him. however, zoro warmed up to you quite nicely once you had proved yourself trustworthy. youâd teased him once about being like a grumpy old cat â distant at times but always coming around when it mattered, showing affection at random periods, yet welcomed all the same.
your sweet, floral perfume fused with the salty ocean air, creating a dizzying sense of pleasure through zoroâs head. he knew he was staring at you, probably making you uncomfortable as the silence ran long. but he didnât care. instead, he kept his eyes soft and his lips slightly parted into a smile, drunk off your presence alone. the alcohol was merely a confidence boost for what he was about to say, something heâd been itching to tell you for a long time.Â
âi love you,â zoro said, voice barely above a whisper. his eyes were fixated on you, watching you and waiting for the reaction he wanted. his gaze was intense, a tension building in his chest as the nerves bundled beneath the surface.
your heart jumped for a split second, stopping at the sound of his voice. heâs drunk, you reassured yourself, careful not to get your hopes up.
âyeah, yeah. i love you too, zoroâ you joked, brushing off his words while you fixed your concentration on the dark ocean below. the tension inside the crowâs nest became heavy, a warmth flushing your cheeks that you begged to stop spreading.
âno, youâre not listening to me,â he slurred, words laced with frustration as he sat upright. something in zoroâs eyes shifted, his relaxation transforming into a seriousness that you had been entirely unprepared for, âiâm in love with you.â
âwhat?â
the warmth in the air became a tension so palpable that you couldâve molded it between your fingers, grasping it to stabilize your now-trembling hands. rather than accepting his words for what they had been, youâd been filled with a nasty bitterness as your mouth turned sour. youâd grown accustomed to the degrading routine of unrequited love, its loneliness becoming comfortable over time. in truth, the thought of someone possibly reciprocating those feelings terrified you, fearing for the disappointment that would follow.
âyouâre drunk, roronoa.â you scoffed. whether it was during arguments or intimate conversations, youâd always addressed zoro by his proper name. it had turned into a safe word, letting him know that you were serious.
you began to rise to your feet, holding onto the wall for support as the alcohol ran wild through your system. zoro had stared at you with fierce bewilderment, brows furrowed as you packed for the night. he latched onto your wrist, grasp a perfect balance between firm and cautious, as if he were afraid youâd break under the pressure. zoroâs eyes were staring up into yours with an intense desperation, pleading for an ounce of your undivided attention.
âiâm serious, [y/n]. i love you. but you donât have to say anything if you donât want to. i know itâs weird coming from me â hell, i feel weird just saying it. but i know that if i donât tell you nowâŠi donât think i ever will.â
the apprehension in his voice told you that he was telling the truth, a very scary truth at that. there were many times during battle, both on land and sea, where zoro should have been afraid. but nothing could have scared him more than the thought of losing you. he was worried that youâd reject him, forever tarnishing the beautiful friendship that you both worked so hard to build and protect. he was worried that youâd no longer come to him when you needed someone to talk to, afraid that heâd made things weird with his stupid crush. iâm such a fucking idiot.
however, nothing could have prepared him for the way you leapt into his arms, tackling him to the ground. the impact caused him to lose his balance, the both of you rolling onto your backs. drunken laughter filled the room once more, only this time it was accompanied with relief. you made your way into his arms, chests pressed against each other as your hearts synchronized. the kiss you planted on his lips was shy, testing the waters. zoroâs rough hands raked gently through your hair, grabbing a handful as he pulled you deeper into the kiss. you could taste the sake as your tongues mingled together, drinking in the remnants through his saliva. his grip on your waist tightened as you bucked your hips against his, hungrily begging for more and more of him.
âyou have no idea how long iâve been wanting to do that,â you huffed, cheeks and lips flushed as you catch your breath.
zoroâs lips traced your jawline, traveling downward as he placed a trail of kisses and nibbles down your neck, âwho said we have to stop?â
cranked this one out real quick cause i just had to get it off my chest. iâve been such a zoro and sanji girl lately itâs becoming an issue someone please sedate me
you had caught his attention from the moment he met you, and now he knew exactly why. these feelings were both enticing and petrifying, suddenly filled with guilt for being so unprofessional. although, monkey d. luffy has never been a man of tradition...
word count: 6.4k
tags: fem!reader, a lil angsty (brief mentions of insecurity), best friend!usopp and best friend!nami, shifting perspectives between reader and luffy (most of it in luffyâs pov), some suggestive content but no smut, hardly proofread oops, lots of fluff tho! inspired by âis this love?â - bob marley & the wailers :)
the sun hung high in the sky, it's warm rays spreading across your skin, transforming it into a glistening bronze. it was a leisurely time on the thousand sunny, the chaos of battle behind the crew and a ways away in the new world. you finally had time to yourself, taking advantage of the tranquility that lingered in the air. all morning, you participated in self-care activities â from enjoying a long, steamy bath without disruptions from your male crew mates, to dedicating quiet time on the deck to finish the rest of the book Robin lent you while you tanned in your admittedly-skimpy bikini. however, the peaceful silence become suddenly unsettling, your heart beginning to race as you became increasingly anxious. your senses had been already been deprived, the sun blazing just behind the thin layer of your eyelids, the windâs pace picking up and swarming into your ears. where is everybody?
as if you had summoned them, the door to the sunnyâs common area swung open, slamming so hard against the wooden panels you thought it created a dent. three figures emerged carrying vibrant weapons that sprayed a mysterious liquid. before you could react, the salty liquid covered your entire body, small icy squirts piercing through your skin accompanied by shouts and belly laughter.
âget her, Usopp!!â a high-pitched voice rang, giggling uncontrollably as they swarm around you. Luffy and Usopp surround you, boxing you in while you sat there stunned and helpless in your seat. it turns out that Usopp had manufactured a new weapon â although, itâs sole purpose was to terrorize you and the rest of the crew rather than the foes youâd soon face in the new world. Chopper had made himself comfortable while he rested on the shoulders of the surprisingly sculpted man before you, Usoppâs brown skin glistening with sweat and seawater. Luffy stood beside you, his pronounced abs directly in your eye sight as he gazed his pearly grin upon you. the proximity of his heaving, sweaty body beside you made your cheeks flush, hoping the rubber man wouldnât notice as you stare a little too longingly into his eyes.
the fondness youâd grown for your captain slowly bloomed into an unrequited crush over time â constantly reminding yourself that he has bigger things to worry about than working his way into your heart. the weight of his effect on you was suffocating at times, almost like âan exhausting burden that sucked the life out of me,â you had described to Nami once. it was unnecessarily distracting the way you couldnât keep your eyes off of him â sneaking glances at dinnertime as he ravaged his meal, always looking for him during a battle to ensure his safety over your own, fumbling over your words and avoiding eye contact whenever he would approach you. his blissful ignorance to your coy advances didnât make it any better, he always assumed you were just teasing him.
âhey! whatâs the big idea, huh?â you griped, shouting at the group for splashing the crisp pages of the book on your lap. Robin is gonna kill me. âiâm gonna wring your neck for soaking Robinâs book! you know she's gonna my head, dumbasses!â
âawww câmon [y/n]! itâs just a little water! what are you, scared or something?â Luffy teased, quirking his thin eyebrows.
âjust a little water, huh? weâll see about that,â you retorted, shifting your shocked expression to something more sinister and calculated. The sudden change of your demeanor stunned the young men before you, each of them exchanging quick glances before turning tail to flee. before they could do so, you lean over, clutching onto Luffyâs strong arms to steal the water-gun from his hands. the swiftness in which you moved didnât give him enough time to react, a surprising feat considering how agile he can be. the slick from the sweat-seawater mixture that coated his body caused your hands to slip, gliding across his firm biceps and feeling every vein and scar that marks his skin. you were able to find dry patch on his wrist, clasping it in your hands and ridding him of the weapon.
âhey what the-!â Luffy exclaimed, arms thrown up into the air, leaving him perfectly vulnerable to your attack. you aimed the gun straight at the area between his eyes, the espresso-colored irises following its barrel. ocean water squirts right where you want it, waves of obsidian becoming soaked and falling over his eyes. Luffy shakes his head to rid his eyes and hair of the salty water, directing its droplets to you when he hears your squeals of shock. a large splash hits your spine as Usopp and Chopper team up against you, firing their âammoâ whilst you were distracted. you turned your attention to them, your initial anger subsiding into an invigorating rush of adrenaline as you charged toward them, laughing and screaming.
âLuffy, grab her!â Usopp commands over his shoulder, shielding himself from your relentless attack. before you could comprehend the command, youâre suddenly swept off your feet, kicking your long silky legs as a pair of strong arm wraps around your waist and hoist you up.
âLuffy! put me down!â you pleaded, giggles being pushed out of you as Luffy presses firmly on your stomach. he shifts your entire weight into his arms, hooking one of his arms under your legs as he carries you bridal-style. Instinctively, you wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your bare chest against his, breathing in tandem as he carries you toward the commotion. your breasts graze against the large âxâ scarred into his chest, the textured skin creating a sense of friction that causes your stomach to flutter. you hadnât noticed, but you had been breathing dangerously close to the crook of his neck as you held yourself close to him. selfishly, you wished this silly quarrel never ended, just so you could hold onto Luffyâs touch for a little while longerâŠ
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Luffy and Usopp had been scheming all morning â huddled and hushed in the corner of the boyâs quarters as Usopp made the finishing touches to his new contraptions. their sudden bursts of rambunctious laughter had earned its fair share of glares from Zoro, who had been resting peacefully in his hammock. they had been compiling a list of unsuspecting victims to test their weapons on â automatically ruling Zoro out as he had seen the finished product. as Usopp went down the list, Luffy gave his opinion on how he think each person would react, giving amused âooooââs and âahhhââs with each name. when Usopp made his way to your name, Luffy rolled over on his back, holding his stomach as a sweet melody of belly laughter erupted from his lips.Â
âoh man, sheâs gonna be so mad!â he exclaimed, riding through his fit of giggles.Â
âshe's gonna kill you two, you know that right?â Zoro grumbled, peeking at the pair through his dark eyelashes. his arms crossed behind his head, hands cupped in the valley of green tufts to support his neck while he rested.Â
âthatâs why we have to do it! [y/n] has yet to experience a taste of our pranks. c'mon Usopp, back me up here!âÂ
Luffyâs gaze fell upon his best friend, who had still been tinkering with the gunâs trigger mechanism. Usoppâs tongue rested between his lips in concentration, briefly returning it back to itâs place as he looked over to Zoro, âheâs right, Zoro. everyone on the crew needs to experience it. itâs like a rite of passage.âÂ
âwhatever. iâm not savinâ anyoneâs ass if she bugs out,â Zoro conceded, shutting his eyes for the last time as he finally drifts off to sleep.Â
so thatâs exactly what they did â stealthily monitoring your every move throughout the morning, lurking within dark corners of the ship to catch you in a vulnerable position. and, unbeknownst to yourself, you set the perfect trap when you decided to bask in the midday sun with your funny little book.
now, Luffy carried you in his firm grasp â cradling you close as he dodged the fire from Usopp and Chopperâs offense. the seawater sprayed upon your exposed body caused you to slip from his grasp, Luffyâs fingers sliding from the slick pooling between the creases in your thighs and waist. with every passing moment, his grasp on you became looser and looser. eventually, you were able to break free â using your freedom to take control and tackle Luffy, fighting him for his weapon.Â
the two of you tussled on the warm patch of grass that coated the deck, arms and legs beginning to itch from the constant scratching. Luffy had fought many dangerous foes before, but they were no match for your strength and determination. he felt himself losing, your thighs pinning his waist to the ground as you firmly parked yourself on his lap. you used one of your free hands to pin his wrists against the pillowy grass beneath the two of you, the other hand spinning the toy gun with incredible ease.Â
you rested the gun between the small space where his dark eyebrows met, a sly smirk dancing across your lips, âgotcha.â
the air surrounding the two of you abruptly became thick, Luffyâs breath hitching in his throat despite the quickened rise and fall of his chest. why is she so heavy all of a sudden?
the height of the sun once again casted its beaming rays onto you â only this time, you had an unexpected audience. your soaked hair had draped over one of your exposed shoulders, the saltwater accentuating natural waves that ran through it. the suns rays allowed the seawater that coated your skin to glisten, droplets shimmering over the curve of your thighs and boobs and ass andâ
wait.Â
Luffy found his heart racing against his thoughts, thumping violently in his chest. an unfamiliar warmth pooled at the base of his abdomen, sparking into a living flame that kindled and fluttered throughout his body. the warmth suddenly became overwhelming, his cheeks and neck flushing with every passing moment. the blissful fluttering in his belly transformed into an unbearable wave of nausea, anxiety rising in his chest. what the hell is going on???
without much thought, Luffy abruptly twists his hips from beneath you, causing you to lose your balance. you rolled onto the grass, propping yourself up on your elbows as you watched Luffy briskly walk away, the muscles in his back working as he hurriedly swung his arms back and forth.
âhey, are you okay?â you called out, concern filling your chest.
even the sound of your voice put Luffy on edge, worried that you would catch on to his sudden change in demeanor. he flashed you a quick smile over his shoulder, his pearly teeth shining in the sun as they gritted against each other, âyeah, iâm fine! i think i just ate too fast is all. iâm gonna go lie down for a bit.â
the moment he returned to face the rest of the sunny, his smile fell. Luffy made his way down to the boys quarters, finding his bed and flopping face down into the mattress. he released a sigh that couldâve pushed all the air from his lungs had he tried just a little harder. the weight on his chest made him wish that he could do just that, hoping that such a simple remedy would cure his sudden ailment. becoming so overwhelmed by an unfamiliar feeling unsettled Luffy. he had always been so used to being sure of himself â never thinking twice about challenging emperors and soldiers with bounties that dulled his own in comparison.
the thoughts that raced through his mind caused him to toss and turn, ruffling the already-disturbed sheets from beneath him. falling asleep was always second nature to Luffy â the act of simply resting his head was enough to make him drift off to sleep. but now, he couldnât stop thinking. images of your soaked body flashed behind his closed eyelids, the droplets of water traveling down your navel burned into his memory. Luffy released a loud groan of frustration, palms digging into his eyes as he pulled at the jet-black hair that draped across his forehead. dramatically, he kicked the sheets that became tangled between his legs, limbs flailing and begging to be set free.
Luffyâs thoughts nearly suffocated him, anxiety rising in his throat as he came to the realization that something was seriously wrong. he hopped out of bed, immediately swinging open the door and making his way over to Chopperâs medical ward. his loud footsteps echoed through the narrowed hallway, large feet slapping against the floor as he charged straight to the familiar door. Luffy lingered a while before knocking, fidgeting with his calloused hands as he worked up the courage to admit that he was sick. he was always used to taking care of his crew that he often felt bad for worrying them about his own problems.Â
âhey Chopper, you in there?â he asked gently, lips pressed against the crack of the door.Â
a small âhm?â was heard before the sound of hooves scuffling against the wooden floor made their way closer to Luffy. Chopper opened the door, curiously inspecting his captain as he stepped inside. Luffy jumped onto the examination table, the weight of his butt slamming against its surface caused some nearby vials to rattle.Â
âwhatâs wrong, Luffy? did you get into Sanjiâs knives again? he told you not to do âthree-knife styleâ anymore!!â Chopper scolded, worried that his friend ticked off the shipâs cook. âif you make him mad again heâll give the rest of your dinner away to Nami and Robin.â
in normal circumstances, Luffy would have entertained the idea, arguing that mastering such an artistic fighting style would only help in improve his chances of becoming king of the pirates. however, this day had been far from normal â nerves once again bubbling up to the surface, making his mouth go sour as his thin brows furrowed together. âi think somethingâs wrong with me Chopper. like, seriously wrong.âÂ
Chopperâs blue nose twitched as the expression on his face shifted from amusement to concern. panicked, he shuffled his way over to Luffy, grabbing his blue medical bag to assess his condition. he noticed the way Luffy clutched at his stomach, fingers lingering over the small tissue that covered his belly button. Chopper tenderly pressed on his abdomen, testing whether or not his friend is suffering from something internal, âdoes this hurt?â
Luffy shook his head, sighing heavily as he laid down on his back. âitâs not a stomachache i donât think, itâs somethingâŠdifferent. i canât put my finger on it.âÂ
âwell, what do you mean? maybe if you tell my your symptoms, i can make a treatment plan to help you feeling good as new!â Â
Luffy smiled at his generosity, mentally patting himself on the back for choosing such a caring doctor to manage his crew. he chewed on the soft tissue inside his mouth, contemplating different ways to list out his symptoms. when that didnât work, he just let his mouth run, word vomit pouring out of him seemed to be the way to go.Â
âit all started when we were on the deck playing with the water guns. my heart started to race and my cheeks got super hot, like my face was on fire! my palms got super sweaty too â like way more than usual so that made me even more nervous cause i almost never sweat. and then my stomach â oh my god my stomach â it felt like all of my organs did a flip! i havenât felt that way since Katakuri spun me around in the mirror world, and even then it didnât feel nearly as bad as it did just now! i seriously thought i was about to yack all over [y/n] if i didnât get off the floor.âÂ
Chopper stared at him wide-eyed, his breathing becoming rapid as he worked to piece the puzzle of Luffyâs sudden illness together. as Luffy continued, Chopper became increasingly more nervous, each of his symptoms sounding a little too close to a virus he had done some reading on earlier that week. he had read that the mystery disease came from ingesting a rare bacteria that thrived off of hot, humid climates and the salt from ocean water â which had coincidently been the exact conditions the straw hats had been sailing through for the past few days. Chopperâs âbrave doctorâ act slowly begins to deteriorate as Luffy continues to list his symtoms, â-and my chest got super tight, like someone was squeezing my heart and wringing out my soulâÂ
tears welled up in Chopperâs eyes, a small trail of snot running out of his blue nose. the sound of his sniffling pulled Luffy out of his thoughts, returning his attention to his furry friend. âChopper? whatâs wrong buddy? was it something i said!?â
losing the battle of fighting back his tears, Chopper began to wail and turned around to flee the room. Luffy charged after him, puzzled as to why he would suddenly burst into tears. it turned out that Chopper was making his way to the kitchen, seeking comfort from Nami and Sanji, who had been preparing the crewâs next meal. the aroma of chicken and vegetables filled the room, the delicious scent traveling to the rest of the ship as the door swung wide open.
âhey! if the two of you are gonna horse around, then do it outside! iâm cooking here-â Sanji shouted, cautiously swinging his knife to point in the direction of the deck.
âLUFFYâS GONNA DIE!â Chopper cried, ending Sanjiâs sentence short and gaining the attention from the chef and his unexpected partner. bewildered, the pair turned to face the intruders, fear becoming apparent on both of their faces.Â
loud, thunderous footsteps had suddenly come to a halt upon entering the room, Luffy caught the swinging door with his large palm before shouting, âIâM WHAT?!â
âiâm sure thatâs not true, Chopper. now whatâs actually going on?!â Nami asked, her tone soft with reassurance. she had been chopping carrots and celery to accompany Sanjiâs dish, the blade coming dangerously close to her long fingers upon the interruption. Chopper had run up to Nami, seeking comfort in her lap as he nuzzled his face into her thighs, wiping his tears on the pair of denim jeans she wore.Â
âall of his symptoms line up with a specific virus i was doing some reading on the other week! i donât have the proper herbs to cure it in my collection! iâm so sorry,â Chopper said, the last part muffled as he hid his face behind his small hooves.Â
âwell what were the symptoms? maybe youâre just jumping to conclusions buddy,â Sanji soothed, his raspy voice always softer when speaking to Chopper. with that, Chopper turned to Luffy with glossy eyes and snot dribbling down his chin, nodding his head for him to share his symptoms. so much for doctor-patient confidentiality. Â
Luffy huffed a deep breath, preparing for his crew to decide his fate, âfine. i dunnoâŠwhen we were messing around on the deck, my chest just got real tight all of a sudden â and not from all the running around. it wasâŠdifferent, like an aching almost.â Luffy balled his hand into a fist, mimicking the tightness in his chest. âand my stomach started fluttering and burning, like way deep down. iâd never felt anything like that before in my life. and the weirdest part was that it didnât hurt, but it actually felt kinda good for a momentâŠâÂ
the words from Luffyâs rosy lips trailed off as he returned his gaze back to his crew, their faces shockingly calm andâŠhappy? âwhy are you guys looking at me like that? whatâs wrong with me??âÂ
the door to the kitchen swung open once more, Zoro walking in and holding from a half-empty bottle of sake. âsounds like youâre in love,â he joked, chuckling as he brought the rim to his mouth and taking a long swig. Sanji began to berate him for being so selfish, claiming that the bottle he was so carelessly drinking from was meant for âspecial occasions only, dumbass!âÂ
Luffy blew a raspberry through his lips, âyeah right! iâve never even had a crush on anyone! thatâs just gross, plus thatâs Sanjiâs job!âÂ
âi donât know Luffy, what you just described sounds exactly what i feel when i look at my sweet Nami and Robin!â Sanji cooed, his tongue lolling out of his mouth and smooching kisses in Namiâs direction.Â
Nami, not even flinching at Sanjiâs advances, asked more questions to investigate Luffyâs condition, âwell, did it happen when you were looking at anyone in particular..?â despite being known for her independence, Nami was very in tune with romance â always picking up on queues and indulging in romance fiction that Robin would entertain her with. the moment she asked the question, Luffyâs demeanor shifted.Â
âwell...kinda. it happened when i was holding onto [y/n]â Luffy said, voice unfamiliarly low and shy. the entire room erupted in laughter, teasing Luffy for sweating something so normal. Chopper sighed with relief, glad to know that his friend wasnât dying. Nami giggled and punched Luffyâs arm playfully, âyou do have a crush, ya dope!âÂ
Zoro slapped his back with an extra-heavy hand, his slight drunkenness causing him to lose control of his strength. something inside Luffy finally clicked, a brief moment of relief soothed his soul before the gravity of the situation came down on his shoulders like a fright train. the cacophonous laughter began to blend into a ringing in Luffyâs ears, overwhelmed with the information. he huffed a quick laugh and turned to make his way back to the boyâs quarters. what the hell?
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Luffy couldnât sleep that night, his eyes straining to carve out the grooves inside the wood that lay above him in the dark. everytime he closed his eyes, all he could see was you â the way your hips curved, your pillowy thighs plush across his lap, the small constellation of moles and freckles that sprinkled across your smooth skin. his cheeks flushed just at the thought, thanking every power up above that the room was dark and everyone was fast asleep. the racing of his heart was no match for the speed at which his mind ran, however, disgustingly sweet thoughts flooding his senses.Â
the brief moments of sleep he did get were interrupted by dreams about you. he pictured the way your warmth would feel beside him, entangled in his sheets and his arms after a long night of peaceful sleep. the was the rising sunâs glow landed on you just right, illuminating the soft skin on your bare back. your cheeks were colored with a soft, sleepy blush, the rise and fall of your back as you breathed soothed all his anxieties. your eyes had a softness to them that tugged at his heart as they stared into his own with contentment, your dark lashes still heavy with sleep. your plush lips fixed themselves into a smile, mumbling something that was inaudible to Luffyâs rosy ears. whatever you said didnât matter, as your lips met his and morphed together into a soft kiss. morning breath be damned, he found himself drinking you in, touching every part of you, attempting to commit it to memory. however, no matter how hard he tried, he couldnât remember exactly how you felt, the fuzziness of the dream clouding his senses. the dream felt like a warm embrace, a tight grasp that he wouldnât mind staying in for just a little while longerâŠÂ
when he woke up, Luffy opened his eyes to the empty spot in his bed â you nowhere to be found. your absence led Luffyâs heart to ache, feeling like he was missing a piece of him. this newfound discovery about himself tied loose ends in his life that he couldnât quite pinpoint â he wasnât sure why he always made sure you were okay during a battle, why you were the reason behind his motivations for improvement, why he always caught himself sneaking glances at you during meal and leisurely time. you had caught his attention from the moment he met you, and now he knew exactly why. these feelings were both enticing and petrifying, Luffy suddenly filled with guilt for being so unprofessional. although, Monkey D. Luffy has never been a man of tradition.Â
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the past few days had been a blur for Luffy, constantly lost in his own thoughts. he started becoming hyperaware of every little thing, making sure that every time he saw you he was presentable. Luffy started grooming himself â showering more than once week, spending more time in front of the mirror to tweak his wild hair so it sat just right. with the bouts of self-confidence came insecurity as well, overanalyzing his posture and facial features. the scars on his face and chest suddenly the only thing he could think about â wondering if you thought them to be impressive or gross, seeing them as a mark of failure and weakness rather than a symbol of survival and determination. he traced the rough edges of the scar on his chest with his calloused fingertips, analyzing the fusion of pinks and reds that color his chest. this particular day he decided to cover it up, buttoning his shirt just above his scar to conceal it from the rest of the crew, embarrassment and shame pang in his chest.Â
conflicting feelings wrestling in his mind and chest began to take physical tolls on Luffy â deep purple bags weighing his eyes down from the lack of sleep. he decided that he finally had enough of this senseless torture, deciding that today was the day he would tell you exactly how he felt. Luffyâs impatience led him to believe that jumping to confessions would finally allow him to marvel in all the good things love had to offer. he couldnât wait for you to be in his arms, to carry you around on his back, to kiss you anywhere and anytime that he wanted. he couldn't wait for you to be his.Â
Luffy figured he would pay the only person he thought would be the most well-versed in this thing called âloveâ â his shipâs cook, Sanji. despite having a questionable past when it comes to romance, Sanji could actually be captivating, making suave advances at all kinds of women over their years of travel and succeeding. Luffy wandered into the kitchen, finding Sanji sharpening his knives in preparation for dinner.Â
âhey Sanji. can i ask you somethinâ? Luffy asked, resting his elbows on the pristine table cloth as he took a seat. Sanji put his knives away and returned his attention to the young man, cautiously approaching him as he wore a solemn expression.Â
âsure, whatâs up?â
âhow can i tell [y/n] i like her? i mean, i donât wanna scare her away but at the same time, i just canât stop thinking about her! sheâs so pretty Iâm worried she wouldnât wanna be with someone like me...â Luffy trailed off, getting lost in his sorrows once again.Â
Luffyâs uncertainty threw Sanji for a loop, scrunching his curly eyebrows in confusion, âsince when do you care about what people think? just be yourself, Luffy, you have nothing to worry about. iâm sure if [y/n] didnât like you she wouldnât have joined the crewâ
âwell yeah but what if she doesnât like like me? what if me telling her i like her scares her away and sheâll never be a part of the crew again?â Luffy threw his face into his hands, pulling at the stretchy skin around his cheeks in exasperation.Â
âif thatâs the case, then treat her to a huge bouquet of flowers! women love that flashy shit,â Sanji claimed, taking a long drag from his cigarette. âiâll even help you bake her a cake or something. sound good?âÂ
âhell no, youâve got it all wrong!â Nami exclaims, wandering her way into the kitchen for an apple to snack on. âwomen donât just want âflashy shitâ Luffy, especially not [y/n].âÂ
âwow Nami, that top looks darling on you!!â Sanji exclaims, scurrying over to her to get a closer look. brushing off the compliment with a simple âthank you,â Nami continues her string of advice.Â
âlook, since iâm the closest to her i think that you should just be yourself. all [y/n] truly wants is honesty, and if you tell her exactly how you feel, sheâll be understanding no matter what.âÂ
and it was true. Nami had easily become your best friend the moment you stepped foot on the thousand sunny â the both of you confiding in each other free of judgement. it was Nami and Usopp who had listened to you pour your heart out about how you truly felt about your captain. there were nights where you cried into her lap about how lonely you felt because you thought he would never reciprocate these feelings, believing that he couldnât afford to make the room in his heart to love you more than just platonically. you believed that youâd be stuck in the friendzone forever, your bottled feelings gnawing at the walls of your heart bit by bit until it was entirely consumed by loneliness. Nami kept these moments in mind, internally screaming as she couldnât wait to watch this relationship unfold. you idiots have no idea.
âonce youâve gathered your thoughts, then you can tell her how you feel. but until then, iâd lay low for a while â that way you donât jump her the next time you see her. but donât completely ignore her!âÂ
Luffy hadnât expected to take Namiâs advice, but it made sense as she was the closest to you. he brought her into a tight embrace, squeezing the petite womanâs frame as he chuckled a giddy laugh into her ear, âthanks Nami! who knew you were so good at this stuff?âÂ
âyeah well, this therapy is gonna cost you about fifteen hundred berrââ
âSEE YA!!â Luffy shouted over his shoulder, cutting Nami off before she could set her price in stone.Â
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you hadnât seen or heard from Luffy in a few days, which wouldnât worry you under normal circumstances if he wasnât acting soâŠstrange. your captain has always been cooky and silly, but this behavior was different. the times you had seen Luffy, you flashed him a soft smile, a peaceful, friendly greeting. however, his eyes would just go wide and avert your gaze, something akin to fear flashing in his dark eyes. when you tried to confront him about it, he would brush you off and say it was just leftover stress â but the way his lips pursed and how he avoided direct eye contact let you know that he was lying. after that conversation, you resulted to avoiding him as well, embarrassed to seek him out when it was very clear that he did not want to see you.Â
the loneliness and shame was eating away at you, every day a piece of you withered away as you mulled over what you couldâve possibly done to receive such treatment. all roads led back to that moment on the deck, where you got too comfortable, too carried away and let yourself do something you knew you shouldnât have. it was too much, why would you ever think that was a good idea?Â
you made your way to Namiâs room, trails of dark grey running down your cheeks from the mascara you had cried off. upon opening the door, you caught a glimpse of Nami and Usopp laughing about something before they directed their attention to you. Namiâs warm smile quickly faded, patting the cushy space next to her as she invited you over. the moment you shut the door behind you, the tears returned tenfold. all the pent up frustration and anger came pouring out of you, strong streams of salty tears surging from your eyes.Â
âi think Luffy hates me,â you said, voice strained from choking back a sob. you filled them in on all the gruesome details, spilling the guilt and honest frustrations you felt and how you blamed yourself for his behavior. Nami immediately regretted the advice she gave to Luffy when she saw the state you were in, never imagining that you wouldâve been this devastated. her and Usopp exchanged quick glances, warning each other not to reveal too much so they wouldnât spoil Luffyâs confession plan.Â
âoh [y/n], i promise he doesnât hate you. boys are just dumb sometimes, especially the ones on our crew,â Nami joked, chuckling lightly to ease the tension that lingered in the air. you huffed a breathy laugh as you wiped your nose, tucking your hair behind your ears to avoid getting the trails of snot into it.Â
âi think heâs just going through some personal stuff right now,â Usopp reassured, twisting the tiny frills of your shirt between his fingers as he lay sprawled out on Namiâs mattress. âtrust me, i know what itâs like to have Luffy hate you for a while, and this just isnât it. just give him some time and heâll come back around.âÂ
their kind words put you at ease, the stream of tears drying out slowly as you collected yourself again. âthank you guys, i needed that.âÂ
the pair gave you soft smiles, continuing to keep the mood alive by cheering you up with filling you in on the predicament Usopp got himself into earlier that day.Â
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the sunset marked one week since this whole predicament began, Luffy finally ready to confide in you about how he truly felt. he had prepared a whole speech â each line carefully crafted with Namiâs help to describe exactly how he felt, not wanting to miss a beat. he couldnât afford to forget anything, as one tiny mistake could result in catastrophe. Luffy had never prepared this much for anything, not even when fighting warlords and emperors. you had superseded all of them, your attention and feelings more important than his own.Â
Luffy recited his speech over and over again in his head, making his way to your favorite spot on the sunny in hopes of finding you. the second he laid his eyes on you, however, his mouth went dry and the words suddenly scrambled together in his head. his attention was fixated on the way your face glowed against the orange horizon, the breeze blowing your hair behind you and putting every feature on display. you leaned over the railing, resting your elbows on the wooden edge as you drank in the smell of the seawater. your glowing eyes turned to meet Luffyâs, your face stoic and glum as you turned back to face the setting sun.Â
âfancy seeing you here,â you stated sarcastically, your words lacking any form of amusement as your frustration returned.Â
âcan i talk to you about something?â Luffy said, his voice suddenly small and nervous. the tension in his voice had been unexpected, causing you to turn around and meet him face-to-face. you crossed your arms over your chest, nodding your head in his direction as a sign of permission for him to continue. Luffy took a deep breath, collecting his thoughts properly to restrain the word vomit that built up in his throat. although, his nerves made him feel like he was about to actually vomit.Â
âfirst, i want to apologize for the way iâve been acting these past few days. it was never my intention to make you upset or mad at me or anything. i did it becauseâŠâ Luffy paused, fidgeting with the hem of his shorts. god, this is so weird.Â
âbecauseâŠ?â you asked, the anticipation eating away at you. your heart thumped violently in your chest, throat beginning to sting as your nerves returned.
âbecause i like you, okay? like more than i should â and if iâm being completely honest, i didnât even know i could like someone like that. but when Iâm with you, i feel like i have a purpose. and of course I feel that way with everyone else, but youâre different!âÂ
Luffy took a small step forward, gently grabbing your hands and holding them in his. âthe moment i realized that i actually liked you, something inside me clicked. it felt like everything suddenly made sense and a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders. i felt like i could breathe again and i was free. hell, iâve been having dreams about you ever since â but nothing weird though i promise!âÂ
the way he threw his arms up in defense at that last sentence made you laugh, all of the dizzying stress releasing through your nose. you hadnât realized it, but tears began to flow from your eyes. but these were tears of joy, tears of relief that everything you had beat yourself up over for the past week was all in your head. all you could do was stare at the man before you with a beaming smile and teary eyes, your brain short-circuiting as you took in every syllable that left his mouth.Â
âiâm so sorry, [y/n]. i never meant to make you feel like i was avoiding you on purpose, i was just finding the right things to say. i really donât wanna screw this up, so â if youâll have me â i want to be there for you. i want to be the person you wake up next to every morning, the person you can come to and share everything with. i want to be yours and i want you to be mine.âÂ
Luffyâs thumb grazed your cheek, wiping away the tears that ran down your face. you leaned into his touch, gently pressing your lips into the palm of his hand. the intimate gesture caused Luffyâs cheeks to burn a bright red, a hopeful smile forming across his lips.Â
âtook you long enough,â you teased, redirecting his hands to your waist as you draped yours around his neck. âiâve loved you for a long time, ya know? i was just waiting to see if youâd ever come around, dumbass.â
Luffy could no longer contain his excitement, hoisting you up by your waist and spinning you around in the air. your playful squeals were quickly silenced as he brought your lips to yours, drinking you in with every touch and taste. Â
many people made the assumption that Luffy was born under a lucky star, attributing his success to destiny and fate rather than the determination and strength he put forth. that claim had always pissed him off as it made him feel like he was cheating the system entirely. however, it wasnât until he held you in this moment that he finally understood what they had meant.Â
teehee iâve been wanting to write for luffy for sooooo long but never knew what to write about. then this idea came to me like an epiphany and im so glad it did!
cleared my inbox- im starting fresh! any, questions or requests you guys may have im open to! hereâs a list of all the characters i write for, but i think im mainly interested in writing for the one piece boys!
my heart belongs to you | portgas d. ace x fem!reader
Throughout the entire night, it had been Ace's suave advances toward you that allowed you to fall at his feet. But right now, in the dim light of your desk lamp, you decided to take control â wanting him to crumble and beg from inside you.
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cw/tags: fem!reader, x reader, college/modern!au, drinking/getting drunk, slight tw for sexual harassment, smut!!, p in v, unprotected sex, oral sex (reader receiving), backshots (reader receiving), missionary sex, and other things I probably forgot, if there's grammar errors no there isn't, MDNI pls!!
Itâs nine PM on a Friday night and your lively red-headed roommate is, yet again, attempting to drag you out from the warmth of your fluffy sheets. Nami fixes herself in the mirror, running her gold hoops through the healed tissue of her delicate ears. She was dressed in a noisy costume that resembled a belly dancer, her purple/blue skirt jingling as if to announce every movement. Sheâd mentioned a party with an âArabian Nightsâ theme. Whatâs a PWI without a little cultural appropriation?
ââCause Iâve just spent my entire day studying for my chem midterm thatâs in a week! I canât afford to fail this one or I swear Iâm gonna drop out,â you responded, hands covering your face with an exasperated sigh. It was times like these where you seriously regretted declaring a STEM major.Â
âOh come on! You trap yourself in this dorm all day, [y/n]. Why donât you just let loose for one night? I promise you itâll be fun!âÂ
Namiâs big, warm eyes tempted you for a moment. Getting your mind to focus on literally anything other than the impending exam enticed you. Whatâs the harm in blowing off a bit of steam? Â
âI donât even have anything to-âÂ
Before you could even complete that sentence, Nami raises a nearly identical outfit to the one on her body. Her teasing smirk revealed that she had gotten what she wanted. After all, it was hard saying no to her. You let out a frustrated sigh, âI hate you.âÂ
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You stared at your exposed chest in the mirror, overanalyzing the way the thin, almost see-through fabric hugged your waist. There was extra room surrounding your chest, which made sense considering the top was meant to fit your blessed friend just right. Youâve never been the most secure person, body issues being your number one enemy. Comparison is the thief of joy, they say. However, no matter which way you poked and prodded at your dismal appearance, Nami never failed to boost your confidence.Â
âYouâre stunning!â she exclaimed, taking your hand and twirling you around. This playful gesture was rewarded with a soft smile from your lips. âSeriously, these guys are gonna be all over you.âÂ
âIâm not sure if I want that,â you chuckled, your laughter trailing off into a shy smile. Your hands instinctively wrapped around your exposed stomach, hugging yourself to accessorize the foreign look with a familiar feeling.Â
Nami collected her things, disregarding your last comment, almost as if she was purposely ignoring you. âAs long as we have fun, itâll be a good night. Now, letâs go before the guys change their mind! Luffy and the others are already downstairs, probably looking like creeps waiting for someone to key them in.âÂ
You gave Nami a hearty laugh, recalling the last time youâd gone out. A tipsy Luffy and high Usopp trying to convince residents to let them enter your building after a small pregame had been a recipe for disaster. They made sure to let you know how many times theyâd been met with âhell noâ-âs and weird stares. Eventually, Zoro was able to coax someone into letting only him in, which hadnât been hard since many of the girls favored the captain of the schoolâs ice hockey team.Â
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Arriving at the party had been enough of an adventure to make you want to crawl back in bed. The chill of the early October air prickled your skin, foreshadowing the âBikinis and Beaniesâ season that was upcoming for every frat to exploit. The catcalling and wandering eyes that followed your every move is what really sent chills down your spine. Youâd never been perceived so much at once that it was becoming overwhelming. Sanji, the observant gentleman he is, caught on to your discomfort, âSomething the matter, princess?âÂ
His unrelenting corny nicknames had earned their fair share of grievances over the last few months, so much so that youâve learned to completely ignore them overall.
 âNuh uh, just cold. Thanks though,â you gave him a soft smile, despite the fact that you really just wanted to go back to your dorm. When youâd turn back around, he made sure to glare menacingly at the groups of men who made you feel uncomfortable. Only Iâm allowed to bother these girls, he thought to himself.Â
After weaving through multiple sweaty bodies, bumping into not-so-friendly women (and men), and risking your feet getting crushed under the weight of the crowd, you guys had finally made your way in. Thanks to Zoro and Luffyâs street cred, passing through âsecurityâ had been a breeze. A quick dap-up and head nod from the pair was enough to let your group of seven pass through smoothly. It wasnât long before the crew dispersed â you, Nami, and Robin making your way to the drinks (with Sanji following close behind, of course); Luffy and Usopp spotting some friends in a nearby corner; and Zoro bee-lining to the back of the party to partake in his usual wallflower activities, surveying the area in case something went down. A brief pang of sadness struck your heart as you watched Zoroâs back move in silence. The small ember of feelings lingered from your unrequited crush. Youâd never dare tell him about your feelings though, secretly hoping that they would subside to avoid conflict within the group.Â
You turned back to your girlfriends, a red solo cup already meeting your gaze. Nami gives you a knowing smirk, âLooks like youâre gonna need this.â
Nami and Robin had known about your crush for quite some time, for they were the only members of your group to be trusting enough not to tell Zoro. You gladly accepted the mystery beverage, Iâll figure out whatâs in it sooner or later. As the cup met your lips, your tongue was greeted with a sweet and sour flavor, accompanied by a burning sensation down your throat. Your brows furrowed instinctively, wincing at the horrid flavor, but gradually accepted the drink into your mouth. Youâd always hated the process of getting drunk, but it was always worth it when youâd leave the party a giggly (and flirty) mess.Â
âHow is it?â Robin queried, although she already knew the answer based on your initial reaction.Â
âOh itâs terrible,â you stated bluntly, followed by a giggle from each of you. âBut I know itâll be worth it so whatâs the harm?â
Little did you know, the âharmâ would arrive later, a consequence of your drunken attempt to clear your mind from the yearning.Â
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It was well into the night, music still blasting from every direction and no sign of the party dying down. Luffy had spotted a familiar face in the crowd of sweaty, gyrating bodies on his way to the bathroom (or at least he hoped he had, the alcohol made his vision a bit wobbly).Â
âThat you, Ace??â he shouted, gaining the attention of the muscular man. He wore long black pants with a red scarf tied around his waistband. His shaggy black hair fit snugly under an orange cap, small beads of sweat allowing some of its strands to stick to his forehead just right. It wasnât until Luffy could make out the constellation of freckles on his rosy cheeks and the thick tattoo down his arm that read âASCEâ, that he could officially identify his older brother. Â
âLuffy!â the man beamed. âWhatâs up? I didnât know youâd be here! Hey guys, this is my little brother, Luffy!âÂ
Ace wasnât your typical âolder brotherâ. Despite being three years older than him, Ace had never been ashamed or embarrassed of Luffy, but rather, embraced him proudly whenever he came around. It was the other way around, really, Ace always meddling into Luffyâs business and Luffy pushing him away. Which is why when Ace pulled him into a headlock, ruffling up his brotherâs hair, Luffy pleaded to be set free, âOh câmon Ace! Let me go already!âÂ
Aceâs booming belly laughter combined with Luffyâs grunts and giggles attracted the attention of people around them, including your group. Itâs not everyday you see a guy and his bungling kid brother tussle at a frat party.Â
âIs thatâŠLuffy?â Robin asked, her slender fingers pointing in the direction past your left shoulder. You turned around, immediately laying eyes on the scene of flailing arms and legs. The shorter, more lean figure uttered something loud and obnoxious, you presume. However, you missed it entirely, as your focus was set on the big, sculpted bicep that held your friend in place.Â
â...and Ace, I guess,â Nami added, her voice tinged with annoyance, bothered that they had begun to cause such a scene.Â
âWait, thatâs Ace??âÂ
Luffy had mentioned his older brothers Ace and Sabo before, but failed to acknowledge that one of those boys was incredibly beautiful. Then, as if he had heard your inner thoughts, the young man lifted his head, meeting your gaze from across the room. His strikingly dark eyes burned a hole right through yours, filling your entire body up with a familiar kind of electricity youâve only felt once before. You felt your cheeks flush instantly, turning back around swiftly to avoid eye contact any longer. So much for âliquid courage,â you thought to yourself. Your bashful reaction made the man smile, releasing his brother and slinging an arm around Luffyâs shoulders, guiding him through the sea of people to approach your group. Anxiety flowed through your entire nervous system as you heard large footsteps advancing toward you.Â
âHello ladies,â Ace greeted, his voice deeper and mellow compared to the enthusiasm that filled it moments ago.Â
Nami scoffed, Was he trying to make himself sound cooler? âWhat brings you here, Ace?âÂ
âOh câmon Nami, you know my school is socially dead. Itâs community college â everyone goes to class then gets the hell out,â Ace stated plainly. âPlus the parties here are some of the best Iâve been to.Â
You felt the presence of the man directly behind you, the warmth of his sweaty body lingering around the small of your back. At this point youâd still avoided eye contact, not even turning around to acknowledge the pair behind you. Without even realizing it, you began to nibble at the edge of the plastic cup, a nervous tick you had developed in these social settings.Â
Ace knew that you were avoiding him, sparking his interest in you just a little more. âAnd whoâs this?âÂ
You winced upon hearing the smile in his voice, cursing yourself for being so awkward. You decided to blame it on the alcohol, after all, you were a little rusty coming back into the party scene.Â
âOh! Thatâs [y/n]!â Luffy exclaimed. He was always excited to introduce you to new people because he knew you were a little timid. âSheâs totally awesome and one of my best friends and- wait,â the boy turned to you, a puzzled look flashing across his face, âWhatâre you actinâ so shy for, [y/n]?? Itâs just Ace.âÂ
Geez Luffy, any more obvious???? You took a deep breath and finally decided to turn around, greeting your goofy friend with a tight smile and a âIâll kill youâ look in your eyes. As you reluctantly take a step forward to bring Luffy into a hug, Ace shifts to the side to make room for the both of you. Luffy, completely absorbed in an alternate reality due to his drunkenness, gladly accepts your embrace. He lifts you into the air and twirls you around, the spinning room colliding with the alcohol in your system. When he (not very gracefully) places you back on the floor, you stumble a little bit from the buzz, almost as if the spinning accelerated the intoxication process. The brown strapped sandals that Nami had lent you didnât help ground you either, lacking their usual traction from excessive use. Suddenly, you feel firm, hot hands stabilizing your exposed waist. Your breath hitched suddenly, uh oh.Â
âWoah there,â Ace chuckled, âYou okay?âÂ
You hadnât even spoken a single word to this man, yet made several embarrassing attempts to keep it that way. Mortified, you decided that you had to redeem yourself somehow. The easiest way to cope with embarrassment has always been your sense of humor, so thatâs exactly what you did.Â
Opposed to stiffening in his grasp, you relaxed and rested your back onto his bare chest. You could feel the rise and fall, taking in the feeling of his solid pecs on your shoulder blades. As you turned your head to meet the manâs gaze, your eyes trailed the path from his glistening collarbones, to his brawny neck and tracing the sharpness of his jaw. You admired the way his jet black hair contrasted with his fair, peachy skin, allowing yourself to wonder how good he would look with a summer tan. To your surprise, Ace had already been looking down, waiting for your soft eyes to meet his gaze.Â
Your eyes quickly flickered to his lips, and then back to his eyes. With the retort already in mind, you smirked, anticipating his reaction to the words about to leave your lips, âYâknow, I usually let a guy take me out on a date before I let him start touching me.âÂ
You had still been chuckling at the jab you threw at the man that you almost missed the words that followed, âThen maybe you should go out with me.â
Ace had said it so matter-of-factly that you couldâve played it off as someone casually making conversation next to you. The smug grin on his face is not exactly helping. What??Â
The amusement that colored your face quickly bled into horror, taken aback by the certainty of his voice. Peeling yourself off of him, you escaped his grasp and turned your body to face him correctly. A deep scoff and the giggles from your friends helped reel you back into reality.Â
âYeah right,â you scoffed. It wasnât exactly what you wanted to say, but you couldnât really just accept a date from a man you just met. Yes, youâd been one of Luffyâs (many) best friendâs, however, this friendship was an entirely new development.Â
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Youâd met Luffy and his crew at the beginning of your first semester at the university. It was a warm summer evening, the blazing September sun setting on your move-in day. You watched the mixture of vibrant oranges and pinks color the sky from your dorm window, when a sudden burst of commotion startled you. Nami had burst through the door with a large suitcase in her left hand and tote bag in her right.Â
âGod, Luffy, can you wait five seconds?! These heavy ass bags already make it nearly impossible to open the door so the last thing I need is your fatass breathing down my neck-â Nami cut her outburst short when she saw you standing and staring at her with a frightened look in your eyes. âOh my god, I am so sorry! Iâm Nami.âÂ
She placed her bags down and extended a hand out to you, her fingers and wrist decorated with dainty golden rings and bangles. You nearly experienced whiplash adjusting to the sudden switch in her demeanor. Reluctantly, you took her hand, worried that if you hadnât youâd be met with the same wrath. Taking a peek over her shoulder, you spotted the source of her anger, grimacing and mocking her with rolled eyes. However, this childish act ceased when he noticed you looking at him, holding back your laughter.Â
âIâm [y/n]âŠand I take it that you must be Luffy,â you extended your hand to the boy, his firm and eager hand immediately taking yours.Â
âYup! Just ignore her, she doesnât know what sheâs talking about. I was totally helping!âÂ
âYeah, if the helping was you whining and begging for something to eat, you definitely succeeded!âÂ
After you had helped Nami finish moving into your shared room, they had both invited you out with them to explore the college town. From there you met the rest of the group: Robin, Vivi, Usopp, Sanji, and Zoro. It was this very first night where you fell in love with the groupâs dynamic. Their lively attitude and close bond made you feel as if you had known them your whole life, providing you with a sense of both friendship and family. Luffy and his group had become your home-away-from-home.Â
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It was until this very moment, however, where you let your mind indulge in selfish thoughts. You had cursed yourself for meeting such a loving and forgiving group of people, wishing that you could break the forbidden rule of hooking up with your best friendâs brother for just one night.
Luffy glared at his older brother and groaned, âAce can you stop flirting with my friends?? [y/n] would never wanna go out with an ape like you.âÂ
âYeah whatever,â Ace chuckled lightly. Whether it was the alcohol or delusion that fed your mind, you couldnât help notice the hint of embarrassment in his tone. âIâll catch you guys later. It was a pleasure meeting you, [y/n].âÂ
The man tipped his hat in your direction, accompanying the gesture with a small wink. You couldnât help but blush, âBye Ace.âÂ
As Ace begins to make his way back to his group, Luffy follows suit, saying his goodbyes and looking to return to Usopp. You giggle at the sight of Luffy carelessly bumping into others, brushing them off when they start bitching at him for being so clumsy.Â
âSoooo, it looks like Ace has taken a liking to you,â Vivi teased with a knowing smile. Your group had met up with hers around the drinks table, unaware that she was even at this party.
âDoes..that happen often?â you asked, worried that you had just fallen for the stereotypical fuck-boy tactic of wooing you solely for his entertainment.Â
Nami chimes in, her lips smacking after finishing her drink, âNot necessarily, Ace just has a naturally flirty personality. At some point I thought he wanted me until I realized thatâs just who he is â a flirty, more handsome version of Luffy.â
The thought of Ace taking an interest in Nami suddenly made your mouth go sour, a pit of envy and sadness twisting in your stomach. Then, as if she had noticed the discomfort on your face, Nami reassured you, âBut I promise he doesnât! Like I said, heâs just naturally flirty so thereâs nothing there at all. Like seriously, never in a million years.âÂ
âItâs okay Nami,â you chuckled. âItâs not like Iâd actually go after him. Thatâs crazy! I could never do that to Luffy. Plus Iâve already toed the line with my feelings for ZoroâŠI just could never risk losing someone so close to me.âÂ
The feeling of Zoroâs name rolling off your tongue stung, wishing youâd been using it under a different circumstance. Zoro had always failed to reciprocate your feelings, whether that was laughing off your flirty advances toward him or just simply putting you in the friend zone.Â
âYou know youâre one of my best friends, right?â was his famous line, a sweet gesture considering youâd seen him let other girls down more harshly. The truth was that Zoro hadnât been interested in anything romantic with anyone. Sure, he flirted and entertained girls here and there, but it never went further than a clean cut hook up. He had been more concerned with achieving his personal goals â fulfilling his duties as becoming a great hockey player and creating a name for himself in the big leagues. He believed that a craving for a ârealâ romance would be a wasteful distraction. Of course, you didnât know that (or chose not to believe it anyway). Reminiscing on such embarrassing and pathetic memories stung your throat, scolding yourself for being so bold back then. The embarrassment rising in your throat caused you to quickly grab another cup, nearly filling it to the brim with the similar concoction you had begun to drink earlier only with more alcohol.
âHey, are you okay [y/n]?â Robin asked, her sincere voice filled with concern.Â
You took a long sip, hoping to wash away the discomfort. Turning to the blue-eyed woman, you flashed her an attempt of a soft smile, âNever been better.â
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The events of the night began to blend together hazily, the alcohol almost completely consuming you at this point. Your feet felt light, almost as if you were floating through the party, your heavy eyelids being the only thing weighing you down. Eventually, your bladder had angrily let you know it was time to relieve itself before humiliating you in the sea of people. Nami and the girls asked if you needed any help making your way over to the bathroom but you assured them youâd be okay. It wasnât until you got a considerable distance away from your group that you realized you actually didnât know where the bathroom was. The obnoxiously loud music and the half-shrugs of drunken bystanders led you to a dead end. It wasnât until you noticed a familiar silhouette that you began to see the light at the end of the tunnel. However, that light quickly faded when you realized that your saving grace was the king of getting lost â Roronoa Zoro himself.Â
You swallowed your pride after a small fit of whining and dragged your feet over to the young man leaning against the wall, silently praying that he at least knew the bathroomâs general direction. The sharp sensation that consumed the lower half of your body was suddenly redirected to your stomach at the sight before you, causing you to stop in your tracks. Zoro was talking to someoneâŠand that someone was a girl. You could make out the dark, harsh shadow that traced his jawline moving slowly, whispering something intently into the girlâs ear. The smug grin on his rosy lips let you know that he wasnât just talking to her, but flirting. And by the look on her face, he was doing it well, her dark eyes filled with lust and mischief. She began to play with the thin gold chain that draped across his collarbone, twirling it in between her long, slender fingers. Tears began to prickle behind your eyes, a lump forming in your throat as you passed the scene, refusing to make eye contact. I didnât want your fucking help anyway.Â
The combination of tears and intoxication made it incredibly hard to see, feeling your way through the crowd as your only form of navigation. You hadnât been watching where you were going â all you knew was that you needed to find a bathroom and STAT. This fit of jealousy and carelessness led you straight into a hard surface, which would have easily been mistaken for a wall had you not felt the squishiness of flesh that accompanied it. It wasnât long before you realized that you had run head-first into someoneâs spine, causing them to frantically turn around.Â
âHey! Watch where youâre-â the irritated voice began, however, it became soft immediately upon seeing the expression on your face. â[y/n]? What's the matter??âÂ
Removing the hand from your forehead after the dull pain subsided, you made eye contact with the tall figure. The tight squeezing of your eyes had finally let the tears fall, small streaks of black trickling down your cheeks. The person you collided with was none other than Portgas D. Ace. He gently began to wipe the tears away, his large hand cupping your jaw and the other resting on your bare shoulder. The tenderness behind his every move made you melt into his touch. You had no time to feel embarrassed or sorry for yourself as the stinging in your bladder had returned once again.Â
âI really need to use the bathroom,â was all you could muster between the soft sobs that escaped your lips. Ace chuckled softly, relieved that you hadnât been in any actual danger.Â
âCâmon Iâll show you,â he said, lightly grabbing your hand and guiding you through the masses of people. Unfortunately for you, he had been leading you right back to where Zoro had been. It turns out the bathroom was directly adjacent to where he had made his post for the night. Only a few more steps and you wouldâve made it (almost) scotch-free.Â
You couldâve fell to your knees at the sight of a free bathroom with no line, a rare commodity at any college party. You threw a brief âthanksâ at Ace, fumbling with the door knob as the pain of an overly full bladder consumes your entire being. After relieving yourself, you stared deeply into your own eyes, your reflection warped and swaying like a fun-house mirror. You began to breathe heavily, hunched over the sink attempting to sober yourself up so you wouldnât get lost on the way back to Namiâs groupâalso so they wouldnât notice that you had been crying. The more you stared, the more you noticed how disheveled you truly were: dried mascara smeared across your cheeks, your lip liner and gloss completely gone, hair frizzy and sticking to your sweaty forehead. Wow so this night actually could get worse. Quickly, you cleaned your face up with your fingers and some warm water, figuring everyone was too drunk to notice the difference. Reapplying your staple lip combination, you assure yourself that itâs close enough to the way you always wear it.Â
Upon leaving the bathroom, youâre met with the hairy chest of a larger man, beads of sweat allowing his olive skin to glisten under the faint hallway light. Startled from the sudden contact, you jump back, a small squeal escaping your throat.Â
âShit, sorry!â you shout, hoping the man can hear you over the blaring music. His eyes are drooping and his movements are slowed, the pungent smell of alcohol radiating off his body. You attempt to scooch your way past him, however, he blocks your path by putting his arm against the doorframe. The remnants of alcohol now clash with his disgusting body odor, the smell so strong itâs enough to make you heave.Â
âWhereyaâ off to, beautiful?â the strange man slurs, his lips turning up into an awkward smirk. This cannot be happening right now.Â
You scoff, growing more and more irritated by the second. The last thing you needed right now was to be harassed by a disgusting frat brother at a party you begrudgingly agreed to attend.Â
âNowhere that should concern you,â you stated curtly, hoping the man would take the hint that you were completely uninterested.Â
You aggressively shoved his arm out of the way, clearing an opening for your escape. However, you hadnât even gotten four paces away from the scene when you felt a harsh grip pulling on your arm. Horrified at the audacity, you turn around and meet the manâs drunken glaze, his face still decorated with that terrible grin.Â
âDude! Leave me the fuck alone!â you exclaim, tugging your arm in an attempt to escape his death grip.Â
âOh câmonn,â he hiccuped, âDonât be like that. I can show yaâ a gâd time, ya know?âÂ
It wasnât long until you realized that trying to escape was going to be a lot harder than you had anticipated. As the man began to drag you further into the dark abyss of the empty restroom, your breath hitched and your heart began to race. Whatever trace of alcohol that had plagued your system merely a few minutes prior was now completely gone, the adrenaline kick-starting your fight-or-flight. You frantically begin to search around, praying to the heavens above that someone, anyone, would come to your aid. The rapid breathing made it extremely hard to speak, let alone scream.Â
âPlease, just let me go,â you pleaded, sobs beginning to get caught on the lump in your throat. Youâd heard of the horror stories of girls who had been taken advantage of at events like these, never imagining that it would happen to you.Â
Seconds before you had accepted your fate, a blur of a fleshy pink ball flashed across your face, the wind from its speed grazing your nose. The man holding you captive was suddenly thrown into the wall, a loud crash following the sound of blood splattering. The party suddenly went still, the air thick with tension. You snapped your head around, your eyes landing on Ace, who had been glaring intensely at the unconscious figure on the floor.Â
âShe said to leave her alone, asshole!â he shouted, his booming voice startling you. His gaze quickly met yours, and suddenly, Aceâs dark eyes had color to them. The aged yellowish lighting of the overhead lamp illuminated the deep chestnut brown that lined his pupils, bleeding into a fiery amber. Aceâs expression immediately softened upon noticing the frightened look across your face, âAre you okay?â
His eyes darted to the bruised imprint of the manâs hand that colored your arm. Aceâs brows furrowed as he watched you wince, a stinging pain radiating through your arm as you attempted to wave him off, âYeah Iâm okay. Thank you, AceâÂ
Swarms of bystanders rush to the scene, some recording on their phones, others whispering and muttering âwhat the fuckâ-s and âwhat just happenedâ-s as they attempt to assess the situation. The adrenaline quickly wears off as you realize what just happened, a pit forming in your stomach and tears stinging your eyes for the millionth time, unsure if you had any left to cry. Ace gently places a hand on the small of your back to guide you away from the scene, wincing slightly from the contact. He scans the crowd for familiar faces, hoping to see Luffy or anyone that would be able to take better care of you in this situation. He understands that he cannot properly tend to your needs because doesnât know you. Heâs afraid of hurting you any further, afraid of saying or doing something inappropriate that could lead you to resent him in the future.Â
âDo you know where Luffy is?â he asks you, voiced riddled with urgency. He huffs a strained sigh when you shake your head, his rosy lips flapping as he blows a small raspberry. âOkay, Iâll just take you to Namiâsheâll know what to d-âÂ
The music is suddenly cut, the clamoring of confused voices and boos filling the room. A large man climbs on top of a rather unstable and disgusting table, cupping his hands around his mouth to amplify his announcement, âIF YOURE NOT A BROTHER, FUCKING A BROTHER, OR IF YOURE PORTGAS D. ACE THEN GET THE FUCK OUT BEFORE WE CALL THE COPS!!!âÂ
You and Ace turn to each other and immediately lock eyes, your wide-eyed expressions mirroring each other. A sinister smirk creeps onto the man's face as he begins to chuckle, his velvet eyelashes brushing against his freckled cheeks as he begins to laugh harder. Annoyed groans fill the room as people begin to make their way out of the party, one voice in particular muttering a ânot againâ. Ace fully latches on to your wrist now, his large, calloused hands enveloping your soft skin. He rushes you through the sea of people, holding onto his hat as he quickly weaves in between them. Occasionally, heâll look back at you to make sure youâre still in one piece as you try to keep up with him. Based on his mischievous attitude, you infer that this was not his first rodeo.Â
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It turns out that Ace had accumulated many fraternity enemies, usually for keeping the brothers in check and correcting their disgusting habits.Â
âServing justice is apparently frowned upon nowadays,â Ace had retorted. The two of you had taken refuge on a curb a few houses down from the scene of the party, the cold pavement scratching your hardly-covered thighs. You brought your knees to your chest to seek some warmth, the heat from the man next to you helped ease the chill that prickled your skin. Aceâs charming sarcasm made it easy to talk to him, almost as if you two had been friends for years.Â
âSo what made you choose community college â not that itâs bad or anything!â you reassured, hoping your innocent curiosity didnât come off as ignorantly presumptuous. âI just ask because Luffy attends the university, so I wonder whyâŠyou didnât do the same?âÂ
Ace gives you a soft smile, letting you know that he was not at all offended by your question. âIt definitely wasnât my first choice, but I realized that it wouldâve been much easier to be closer to home.â
You notice the way he nervously fidgets with the ends of his shorts, pinching and twisting the fabric into intricate positions. I really shouldn't pry...
"Listen, we don't have to talk about this if you don't want to. Trust me, I get how uncomfortable these things can be," you chuckled, attempting to lighten the mood.
"It's no big deal, really," Ace replied, a warm smile creeping across his face. He turned to look into the early morning sky, the faint constellation of the night's stars remaining. You traced the sharp curve of his jawline with your eyes, soaking in all of the features you had failed to notice before. In the crook of his neck, you found a cluster of freckles that had made their home there. You memorized the way his hair pooled at the base of his neck, dusky waves surrounding his delicate skin. His dark eyes flickered back and forth as they traced the stars â you could almost see the words he was trying to begin with.
"I never enjoyed my father's presence, not that he was at home much anyway. He always pushed my brothers and I to 'follow in his footsteps,' even though we made it abundantly clear we wanted nothing to do with him," Ace scoffed, the venom in his words causing him to grimace. The down curve of his lips accentuated the small scar that rested on his bottom lip. "He never cared much for any of us, always leaving for days on end. Hell, I got so used to him being gone that I had to step in and help my mom raise my two brothers. His main target was always Luffy, just cause he's the youngest he thought he could easily be manipulated. That obviously didn't get him very far though â you know how hardheaded Luffy can be when he really sets his mind to stuff."
You chuckled softly at the thought, oh do I ever. The memory of the time Luffy had helped you rearrange your dorm sprang into your mind. It was originally Nami's idea, believing that a "change of scenery" would help clear her mind from her impending statistics exam. Luffy had relentlessly insisted that you loft your bed a little higher to "make more room for activities," ultimately clearing some of the clutter that gathered across the floor. You had argued that it would make getting comfortable in your bed 1000x more difficult. However, as much as you pleaded, Luffy refused to listen to you, believing that it was his way or the high way. You reluctantly gave in to his suggestion (which had actually been an incredible upgrade as you were able to organize the room much easier â but you'd never admit that to Luffy).
"Yeah, he's a handful," you smiled, deciding to relieve your hair from its exhausted updo. "but I love him, nonetheless. He talks a lot about you, y'know."
Ace smiled, "Yeah well, it wasn't always like that. At the same time, him and I always butted heads â selfishly, I wanted him to stay closer to home to help me with mom, while he wanted to get away and have his own freedom. It took me a while to realize that I was just projecting my feelings onto him, a funny habit I learned from my father"
You hadn't expected to get on such a vulnerable level with Portgas D. Ace, but here you were â sitting on a curb listening to him open up about his childhood. The way his body completely relaxed while he spoke to you made you forget about your romantic feelings toward him. The facade of the flirty older brother had slipped. Instead, the comfortable silence between you two allowed you to admire him at a respectable distance, taking in every syllable that escaped his lips as he revealed his heart to you.
"...which is why when he got accepted here, I knew that I had to let him go be his own man. I owe everything to my mother, and I just couldn't leave home knowing that her life would be a living hell."
"I'm glad it all worked out for you guys. Your selflessness led me to meet the best people I've ever met in my entire life," you jested, bumping into his side with your exposed shoulder. The ease surrounding you caused you to be a little more bold. "...including you. If it weren't for you tonight, I would've gotten seriously hurt. So thank you again, truly."
The air between you two grew unexpectedly warm, the gap filling in with his heat as he leaned in. His large, calloused hand gently cupped your jaw, tracing the smooth skin as if to memorize your delicate features. Ace's firm fingers raked through the hair that resides on the nape of your neck, pulling your closer to him. His lips stopped millimeters before clashing with yours, his breath mingling and teasing yours.
"Is this okay?" he asked, his honey-colored eyes burning holes into yours. Speechlessly, you nod your head, eyes flickering back and forth between his eyes and his lips. Your eagerness dragged a husky laugh from his throat "I was hoping you'd say that."
So much for non-romantic feelings
Ace's warm, plushy lips smashed into yours, drinking in the way you taste. His tongue peeked through to part your lips, creating an entrance to the deep labyrinth behind them. You allowed him to dominate the kiss, your back arching to meet his warm chest as you both breathe heavily into each other. Ace places a gentle hand on the small of your back, gesturing you to relax your weight into his arms. You do so with pleasure, using his strength as leverage to meet his pace. Your hands hungrily find their way into his hair, ruffling up the sides as you grip onto his jet black locks. The two of you momentarily break away, catching your breath before Ace's red-hot lips travel down your neck. He ravenously suckles on the exposed skin before biting down, causing you to huff a moan from the painful sensation. Your hands escaped from his hair as you brought his face to meet yours, the two of you smiling through the kiss as you briefly locked eyes. It was as if you had never sobered up â drunk on the pheromones and lust that radiated from his body. The two of you were so enveloped in each other that you hadn't noticed the large, white vehicle pull up in front of you. The moment was over as quickly as it began, a long, blaring horn echoing down the street. The sudden change in volume caused you to jump, Ace accidentally biting your bottom lip. You pulled away instantly, wiping your mouth and refusing to make eye contact with anyone as the horror settled in on what you had just done.
"Sanji??? What the hell are you doing here?!" you shouted angrily into the void, carving out the silhouette of the man in the driver's seat through the dimly lit tip of his cigarette.
"What am I doing here? You're the one perched up on the curb sucking face! Get in the car, I'm taking everyone back to the dorms."
"Don't worry, [y/n]!! Luffy's in the back passed out, didn't see a thing I promise!" Nami hiccuped, the slight slurring of her words alerted you that she was intoxicated.
Reluctantly, you enter through the side door, climbing over the seemingly lifeless bodies of your friends. A pang of guilt strikes your chest as your eyes land on Zoro, peacefully sleeping with Luffy on his shoulder. You quickly shake off the feeling, preventing your heart from getting caught in a web of conflict, spiraling out of control. Instead, you allow your heart to beat for someone else â turning back to Ace and giving him a warm smile as you take a seat next to his little brother.
"Why don't you join us? I'm sure your buddies won't mind you staying with one of the guys," you said, your random act of kindness earning a grimace from Sanji in the front seat, cursing you under his breath.
The glimmer in his eyes shifted from excitement to mischief, his bright smile curving into something more sinister, "Why don't I stay with you?"
Your breath hitches, the air in the car becoming tense as you feel pairs of wide eyes burning holes into the side of your face. Sanji nearly tips the car over as he whips his body around, the ash of the cigarette falling on the center console as his jaw hangs open. The boy behind you stirs as the Zoro wakes, his brows contorting into an expression of disgust and confusion.
"She's not easy, y'know" Zoro argues, his voice raspy from the combination of sleep and alcohol. "I know you're used to that kinda thing but [y/n] is different, so have someone else pick you up. There's not even room for you in here."
Ace's expression never faltered. In fact, it quirked into something even more playful as he shrugged, "Well then I guess [y/n] will just have to sit on my lap."
Your cheeks burned hot, anger and embarrassment morphing your face into a bright crimson. Why is Zoro acting out now?? Since when has he ever cared about my love life? Zoro sucked his teeth as he turned to face the window, huffing a sigh of frustration as he shook his head.
"Since when do you care?" you snapped, your previous bout of irritation rising in your throat.
"I don't. I'm just looking out for you," Zoro replied, hardly maintaining eye contact with you. He'd never admit this to your face, but you kinda scared him whenever you got upset â almost as much as Nami did.
"Well don't. I can make my own decisions." You stepped out of the car to make some room for Ace, whose eyes watched you with admiration. As soon as he made his way in, you hoisted yourself onto his lap, Ace's rough hands guiding you to a spot that was comfortable enough for the two of you. You had become hypersensitive to his touch â the feeling of Ace's legs spreading beneath you, the way his hands never left your waist, his warm breath huffing against your exposed back caused warmth to pool between your legs.
"Are we at McDonalds?" Luffy queried, his eyes half-open as he bobbles his head to assess the situation. His silly question relieved some of the tension that had built up in the car, everyone chuckling and releasing the breath they had been holding throughout the small quarrel.
"Lemme get a Big Mac and large fries," Usopp shouts from the back, his legs sprawled across Vivi and Robin's laps.
...
After sneaking past the RA's room with a giggly Nami, Vivi offers to take her off your hands for the night.
"Don't worry [y/n], we'll take her for the night," the blue-haired woman smiled, "She can borrow a pair of my pajamas for now. I'll make sure she stays in one piece."
You gave her a small chuckle, thanking her and Robin for their service.
"Be safe and let me know if you need anything! We're just down the hall."
"Use protection!" Robin added, chuckling as you gave her a stern, mortified look.
Upon opening the door, you pave the way into your dorm room by picking up the articles of clothing left sprawled across the floor. You shove them into your closet quickly, hoping Ace hadn't seen the disgusting mess you and Nami left the room in. He did.
"You can take my bed if you want," you said, smoothing out your sheets and fluffing your pillows so that it's comfortable for your unexpected guest. Ace watched you as you did so, his bare back pressed against the large wooden door. He took note of the way your back arched to pull the sheets straight, your hair draping over your right shoulder to reveal the tone of your back muscles. His eyes traced over the curve of your ass, wishing your skirt had been just a little shorter so that he could see your silky legs. Using his heels, Ace pushed off the door and made his way over to you. You turn around to meet his gaze, attempting to read his thoughts through his dark eyes. His hands wrap around your waist as he leans in, planting a soft, yet hungry, kiss on your lips. Your arms travel to drape around his neck, pressing your body against his. Ace picks you up in one swift motion, gripping the back of your thighs for support as you straddle his waist.
Ace pulls away, lips a deep red and slick with your saliva mixed with his. "We both know that's not what you want."
His sly words worked their way straight down to your core, huffing a laugh as you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, "Is it that obvious?"
Ace trails gentle kisses down your neck, his warmth bleeding across your skin as he works his way down your shoulder, "Maybe a little."
You cup his cheeks between your hands, bringing his attention back to your lips. Ace shifts your entire weight onto one of his arms, using his free hand to fumble with the strings of your top. Once undone, you shrug off the fabric, revealing the supple skin of your breasts. Ace spins around and throws you onto your fluffy comforter, admiring the way your tits bounced upon impact. You kept your arms raised by your head, allowing him to take in your curves as you maintained eye contact. Before you knew it, Ace is already fumbling with his shorts, kicking them off to reveal the length pitching underneath his boxers. He slowly peels off your long skirt, leaving just your white lacy panties. Ace makes room for himself between your legs, his hard cock grinding against your slick entrance. You gasped from the friction against your swollen clit, unsure of how you were gonna handle the way he would fill you up.
"Please, Ace. I need you," you gasped, begging him to take it further. You can feel his smile against your skin. Ace never would've taken you for the submissive type. Recognizing your request, Ace makes his way down to your core, leaving kisses from down your stomach to the inside of your thighs. Getting on his knees, Ace lifts you up from the small of your back, dragging you down to meet his mouth. He leaves small hickeys dangerously close to your already-throbbing cunt, biting and suckling the thin layer of skin that resides there. Frustrated from the teasing, you direct your attitude toward the black waves that decorate his head â tugging and ruffling his hair. Ace huffs a breathy laugh into your core, the warmth from his mouth causing your back to arch off the twin-sized mattress.
After what felt like ages of foreplay, Ace finally peels your panties to the side, revealing your dripping cunt. He places a long kiss onto your swollen clit before relieving you of your bottoms entirely. You spread your legs wider out of instinct, inviting him to drink in the way you taste. Ace brings your legs to rest over his shoulders as he dives into your core, hungrily exploring every fold with his tongue. His strong nose glides across your sensitive bud as he eats you out, his tongue rhythmically sliding in and out of your entrance. The sweet sounds of your slick against his mouth fill the room, your moans following closely behind. You begin to squirm underneath his grasp as you approach your climax, pressure building inside your stomach.
"I'm close, Ace" you plead breathlessly. "Please don't stop."
The trembling of your thighs was Ace's queue to increase his speed, lapping and suckling harder and faster to help you finish. He inserts his long, girth fingers into your slick entrance, hooking them up to find your sweet spot. The hiss of pleasure that escaped your mouth let him know that he succeeded, pumping his fingers in and out until your nectar coated them entirely.
"Fuck, Ace! I'm comingggnh ah-" you shouted, the combination of his strong fingers and his nimble tongue pushing you over the edge, your cunt squirting its sweet release all over his face and your freshly washed sheets.
"That's it, baby," Ace reassured, using his tongue to clean the mess from between your legs. He's always been a firm believer of prioritizing a woman's pleasure over his own, making sure you were attended to before he got his share. Once his hunger was satisfied (and you were a pulsing, shaking mess), Ace placed a kiss on your lips, giving you a taste of your own slick. Hungrily, you accepted the favor â wrestling against his tongue to absorb every fiber of his being. Ace pulls away abruptly, moving upward to nestle his mouth into your ear.
"Get up and turn around," he ordered, pulling back to give you enough room to do so. You complied with ease, climbing onto all-fours waiting for his next command. Ace places a firm hand between your shoulder blades, slowly applying pressure to push your chest and face into the mattress. He grabs a handful of your ass, playing with the plump flesh that steadies before him, ready to take him in at a moment's notice. Ace frees his pulsing cock from the confines of his boxers, lining his dripping tip with your buzzing entrance. Gripping onto your hips to stabilize himself, Ace slowly inserts himself into you, memorizing the way you snugly fit around him. A loud groan escaped your lips as you feel Ace bottom out, his cock being way bigger than you had expected. You gripped the sheets underneath you as he began to slide in and out of you, the friction both painful and overwhelmingly good as you're still riding out your previous orgasm.
"God you feel so good," Ace moans, eyes mesmerized on the way you bounce off his cock. Your slow, rhythmic pace increases as you crave more and more of his length, pushing your ass into his hips as you rock your own. You can feel Ace's hips buck and tense as your core pulses along his sensitive shaft, a rewarding whimper fleeing from his lips. "Fuck [y/n], slow down."
Strings of saliva connect your mouth and the sheet beneath you as you lift your head, turning around to meet Ace's eyes. You huff a laugh as you sinisterly decide to use your effect on the man behind you to your advantage. "Pull my hair, Ace."
Throughout the entire night, it had been Ace's suave advances toward you that allowed you to fall at his feet. But right now, in the dim light of your desk lamp, you decided to take control â wanting him to crumble and beg from inside you. Ace's concentrated expression quickly faltered, a mix of shock and excitement flushing his cheeks. "You sure?"
You nodded breathlessly, maintaining eye contact becoming more difficult as his pace quickens. He crouches over and plants kisses down the nape of your neck, traveling further down your spine as his lips mingling with the beads of sweat that pool in your curves. Ace places one final kiss before grabbing a fistful of your hair, swiftly wrapping it multiple times around his large hands to ensure a tight grip. The stinging sensation from your scalp causes you to wince, a moan of pain overrides the previous melodies that poured from your throat. Ace immediately loosens his grip, checking in and making sure you were okay.
"We can stop if it hurts too much," he reassures. You cursed yourself for worrying him, and let him know that you were okay and wanted to keep going. Ace trusted your word, easing back into his rhythm. The sounds of flesh slapping together fill the room as his pace quickens once more â this time you can feel Ace's knees begin to buckle as he reaches his climax. Sweet moans and whimpers rise from your throat, you thighs shaking as you come dangerously close to finishing once more.
"Don't come yet," Ace ordered, the authority in his voice returning, thick and firm. "I wanna see how beautiful you look when you do it all over my cock."
Before you could argue with him to keep going, he pulls out and flips you onto your back. The hair that was once in his firm grasp was now pooled behind your head, wet and sticky from your sweat and his mingling in his palm. Ace makes himself comfortable in the space between your thighs, scooping his arms underneath you to lift your chest to his mouth. He places kisses along your breasts, teasing your sensitive nipples as he suckles gently on the skin. Slowly, he inserts himself back into your slick entrance, navigating through your warmth to find the center of your pleasure point.
Your face contorts into an expression you were entirely unaware of being able to create, eyes lolling to the back of your head as Ace slams into your g-spot just right. The words of encouragement that coaxed out from his mouth pushed you further and further to the edge, "That's it, baby. Just relax. You're doing great, mama."
"Fuck Ace, please go faster," you pant, begging him to ravage your body. Thankfully, he complied â quickening his pace, leaving loving bites on the soft skin of your shoulders. Ace's gaze returned to yours, watching intently as you reach your climax. He grips the handles on your waist as you shake and moan uncontrollably beneath him, letting you ride out your orgasm before releasing his own. You feel the thick ropes of Ace's cum fill you up, his pace slowing to watch the river of white pour out of your already-leaking hole. Ace releases you from his grasp, placing one final kiss on your cheek as he pulls out.
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"Luffy's gonna hate me y'know," Ace teased, playing with strands of your hair as he spoons you from behind. The two of you had abandoned the soiled sheets and cuddled beneath one of your clean back-up blankets. Laundry day is gonna be a pain.
"He's gonna have to get through me first," you retorted, chuckling breathlessly as you catch your breath. Every problem, every stressor you had completely washed away at this moment. It was as if you had never felt peace and contentment until this very moment. You smiled to yourself, knowing that Nami would put this night into your never-ending pool of debt.
y'all have no idea how long this fic took me omg my chains are gone and i've been set free. but jokes aside this is one of my favorite things i have ever written and i hope u enjoyed reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it :))
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