Smoker with fem!reader who isn't very versed in self-pleasure.
"Show me."
Smoker talks you through it.
Cw: 18+ mdni, masturbation, he watches, mentions of alcohol consumption, mention of sex toys, unprotected pinv sex, creampie, explicit language.
The first time you run into Captain Smoker on a walk was truly happenstance - an evening stroll to clear your head. He's seated in a tiny restaurant on this beautiful night; the garage door-style window open to let the night breeze in.
It gives you pause, seeing a man of his status sitting alone at a diner. You'd known what he had done for your neighbor's daughter; the kindness he showed her after she smashed her ice cream on his pants. You'd admired from afar on several occasions in your time living in Loguetown.
That night just seemed different, seemed to make you bolder in the empty streets as the sun began to set and you watched him munch quietly on a pancake.
You paid for his meal that night. Simply waltzed into the diner, stood next to him without speaking directly to him, and set down some Beri.
He merely looked at you quizzically, trying to finish his bite before speaking, but you flagged down the server and were gone in an instant.
There had been too much bad blood and bad moods around a lot of people in your life lately and you figured a simple act of kindness might make things a little lighter; shift into a positive.
Little did you know that he would seek you out.
The next time you see him, he's perched on that same barstool but this time not hunched over his food. He's. Staring. And as soon as you attempt to walk by, he's on your heels.
"Why did you do that the other week?"
You shrug, pause, feel your cheeks heating up.
"I just thought you might need some kindness too."
He grunts, exhales smoke, but keeps it from your face.
As he ashes his cigar, he pulls Beri from his pocket, attempts to give it to you.
"No," you step away, as if it's a haunted relic.
"Take it."
"It was a gift."
"We can't accept gifts."
"Well, that's too bad. I refuse."
His look darkens. "Take. It."
A chill runs up your spine, even in the evening's heat.
"It was a gift, Captain."
"Well I want to pay it back."
You shrug. "I guess you'll just have to find another way, Sir."
And you waltz off, feeling heated and happy.
And this is how Smoker started seeking you out at 6pm every few weeks.
It starts simple - him quietly joining next to you on your evening walk. He's almost timid, head bowed, sure not to meet your eyes directly. You dont talk much, just keep a steady pace.
The next week, he shows up with both fists clenched around wine bottles: one red, one white.
"Women like wine...right? I dont know what you drink- if you drink..."
You see his ears reddening, can sense his anxiety. You can't help but laugh, causing him to straighten, narrow his eyes at you.
"It's stupid, forget it..." he grumbles, turning on his heels to leave.
You catch his shoulder, try to pull him back, ignore how strong and sturdy he feels under your touch.
"Let's open one," you urge, nodding toward your home. "Please, come in."
A glass and a half in on an empty stomach and you're chatty. Smoker watches with a humored gaze, hiding his smirk behind his wine glass.
Smoker's intensity is such a stark contrast to the backdrop of your flower-lined patio.
"So, really, why did you pay for my food the other night?" He leans back in his chair.
"You were kind to my neighbor's kid and I thought you looked lonely."
He quirks an eyebrow at you, notices your gaze trailing across his bare torso.
"Hm. That's it?"
"That's it."
"Why did you decide to start spending time with me once a week?" You challenge.
"You were kind to me and I thought you looked lonely."
You gape at him, using your words against you.
He chuckles softly.
"If you mind the company, I could go..." he makes to stand.
Your hand grips his wrist, trying to force him back down in his seat, but with the size of him, he won't budge. He pulls teasingly and you're sprung to your feet
A reflex, he reaches to catch you.
You're practically pressed against his chest now, staring up at him, hand perched on his warm, chiseled chest.
He inhales sharply, never the one to allow anyone this close to him.
You notice him dip down slightly, eyes focused on your lips, before he hesitates and straightens again, but keeps his hands on you.
"Please," you begin, not quite sure where you're hoping to go with this.
His thumb trails against your hip, a thrill filling you before he lets go completely.
You return to your seats, but the tension between you is noticeable.
You ask him to join you tomorrow to finish the bottle.
When tomorrow comes, you're sure he'll stand you up, what with how obvious this crush is.
Three raps on your door. Late tonight, but you rush to greet him.
"I...got caught up," he steps in looking disheveled.
You make for the kitchen, grabbing two glasses and the bottle of wine. Youd given up hope when the 6 o'clock hour came and went.
You feel his presence behind you and gaze over your shoulder to catch him staring.
"Got anything stronger?"
You raise a brow, nod calmly. "One of those days?"
He grunts, sliding into your kitchen chair while rubbing his temple.
You pour him some whisky, leave the bottle beside him on the table, settle down across from him.
The conversation flows easily tonight - about your job, his work, your thoughts on the recent renovation of some shops in town.
And then you see his cheeks go pink. He's had four glasses - who's counting - and you've removed your top layer, leaving you in a tank.
"Two glasses and the clothes come off, huh?" He comments - a teasing lilt to his voice.
"Can't imagine if I had a glass of whisky," you meet his jest.
Once again, you feel the tension in the room.
You want to kiss him.
Your eyes flick down to his smirk.
He leans back in his chair, finishes his glass.
The weeks continue. The meetings frequent.
And one particular night, Smoker shares the news he'd heard about the approval of a new shop opening at the end of your street.
"Yeah, I haven't heard what type of store it'll be."
"Toys," he states simply.
Your mind wanders.
With your second glass of alcohol poured, you almost spit out your sip.
"Oh?" You swallow, cover your mouth, feel your cheeks heat up at the thought of it. "Wow! Like...adult toys?"
Now it's Smoker's turn to heat up.
"What?! Toys. Like a toy store. Like for children."
"Oh, my God..."
You both laugh.
"You heard the word toys and immediately thought something raunchy?"
"Well, when you say it like that, I can't help it!"
"Say it like what?" His tone darkens.
"Like that."
"That's just my voice."
"Mhm."
"What, my voice makes you think raunchy thoughts?"
You bite your lip, so caught.
"You have no idea."
The moment stills.
"Then share," Smoker speaks softly. "You use any of these toys while you think about it?"
You feel heated. "I...should," you stutter. "I'm not very...well-versed in self-pleasure."
He hums, takes a sip. "That's a shame."
You finish the glass.
"So a toy store would have been beneficial for you," he continues.
You nod, "if only. And if only I had someone to...experiment with."
He smirks. "What qualifications would they need?"
"Well, they'd need to be you."
He inhales sharply.
"So I haven't been reading this wrong?"
"You have not."
In a fluid motion, Smoker nods, finishes his drink, stands up, and hoists you up with ease.
He heaves you to the nearest wall and presses his mouth to yours.
The kisses are eager, desire behind every movement.
You want him naked in your bed, want his head between your thighs, letting him learn your body, want him to teach you what you might like.
"Need you sober before we do this," he speaks gruff against your neck, kissing languidly.
You nod, understanding.
"This why you bought me dinner?" He chuckles.
You shake your head, wanting to defend your actions, but he presses his mouth to yours again.
"I'm teasing," he speaks between kisses. You nip at his lower lip, enjoy the deep groan he lets out. "Christ..." you wrap your legs around him, grind your lower half against him. "If we don't quit now, I don't know if I'll be able to control myself."
This thrills you.
You want to urge him on, realizing how long it's been that you've ignored your attraction to him.
When he sets you down, you gaze up at him, letting your hands trail down his torso, feeling his warm skin, enjoying how he tenses at your touch.
"You are too tempting..." he growls when your fingers reach his belt.
"Around you, I can't help it."
The way you're looking up at him, the way you kneel before him, he feels his cock twitch.
Throwing his head back, he moans at your caresses on his thighs.
You don't dare make a move until he gives you the go-ahead.
"Tomorrow," he chokes out. "God, tomorrow. Sober. Please."
The word echoes in your head.
Please.
You stand, nod, kiss his chest, love when he curls forward into you to catch your lips with his again.
You don't know how much longer you keep kissing and fondling each other, but the heat that blooms through you is hard to ignore, especially as you transition to straddling him on the couch. Grinding against his clothed cock isn't enough.
You need him.
"You leave me like this, I'll have to play with myself tonight," you tease.
He groans, leans his head against the back of the couch, bucks his hips up against you.
"I can only imagine the sight of that..." His eyes flutter closed.
You pepper kisses across his neck, hum when you hear the deep growl he's releasing.
"Almost at my breaking point, doll," he says.
"Im not even tipsy, sir," you acknowledge.
"I bet. I know. I'm sure," he breathes. "Tomorrow."
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Tomorrow arrives- a Saturday - a recognizable knock on your door, and a hungry looking Smoker.
"Brought you some coffee and bagels," he steps inside, surprising you.
Coffee safely on the counter, he greets you with a kiss that turns heated.
"Couldn't stop thinking about last night. Forgive me for being so bold...I-"
You press your hand to his chest. "I have needed you all night, Smoker. Please. Don't apologize."
He's half-hard already.
You barely make it through breakfast before you are pawing at each other again.
"What were you thinking about last night?" You breach the subject.
"Everything. All of it. But the thought of you showing me how you like to be touched..." he sips his coffee. "It haunted me."
You wind up in your bedroom before you know it, stripping for him, feeling bold and free with his hungry gaze urging you on.
"Tell me," he hums against your bare breasts, bite marks adorning the trail he's left down you. "Tell me how you pleasure yourself..."
You nod, nipples hard as he swirls his tongue around one.
"I usually lay down on my front because I need that stimulation on my clit."
As the words leave you, you feel flushed speaking them aloud.
He shifts, gazes up at you.
The look he's giving you...this was a bad idea.
"Now show me."
Your breath hitches as he removes his body from yours, takes a seat on the edge of the bed, and watches.
Slowly, you trail your fingers lower, begin playing with your clit. He watches with a hooded gaze. When your fingers trail lower, dipping inside of yourself, you hear his deep inhale.
Glancing his way, you can see his erection through his pants, see the arousal clouding his expression.
"This isn't what you described," he speaks lowly.
"Well, yeah. I just flip over on my stomach and let my palm cup pressure on my clit. It's not...-"
He hums, leaning back.
"Why don't you try it like this...?"
He presses his palm to your knee, spreads you open a little, and cups your hand around your cunt.
Your back arches, a small whine leaving you.
"Now keep going. Pump your fingers. Don't mind the audience."
You nod, continuing the pace and pressure.
Several times, you feel your orgasm close in, only to lose it again.
It's frustrating, to say the least. And you'd tried masturbation this way before, to no avail.
"Do you mind if I...?"
He'd been patient. He'd waited. As long as he could.
But watching you sprawled out like this for him?
He wants to touch himself - is desperate for it.
"A view would be great," you tease, angling your body just slightly so you could see him.
And, my, what a view it was.
You convinced him to strip from the jacket. Shirtless, leaning back, he strokes his cock while he watches you play with yourself.
Staring at the muscles in his forearms, you inhale a sharp breath as you angle your fingers to reach your g-spot.
Cupping both palms against yourself, you chase that orgasm, feel the flush of your skin.
Minutes pass, then Smoker pauses to give his cock a break.
"Please." Tears well in your eyes.
"Please, what?" He huffs a laugh.
You close your eyes, shake your head.
"I cant help if I dont know," he places his palm on your knee again. You're on fire. "Tell me what you need."
"It's not enough. I'm so close, but I can't." Even getting the words out at this point of arousal is frustrating you.
"What do you need?" Smoker repeats.
"God...your fingers. Your thick Goddamn fingers. Please!"
Oh.
Oh...
Smoker doesn't hesitate.
Cock hard and pants around his thighs, he leans closer, places a hand on the bed beside you, hovers over you.
"Alright, sweetheart. It's alright."
You moan when you feel his middle finger slide along your clit, gather wetness, then dip inside you.
"Oh, fuck..." He can't help but moan.
You're so swollen, so damn wet, so close...
The noise you make when he slips inside of you is enough to make his cock twitch.
"God...Smoker..." you whine as he guides his finger in and out.
"Hm? You okay?"
You nod, "want your cock."
"Mmm...jeez...demanding today," he hums, caught off guard by your vulgarity. "Fine, honey, okay."
And he's fumbling with his pants, guiding you further on the bed, kneeling, then laying over you.
He strokes himself against your wetness before guiding his cock in.
You're. So. Damn. Swollen.
He chokes on a moan.
Warm and wet and tight from arousal...
Within the first few thrusts, you're digging your nails into his biceps and moaning his name like a prayer.
He feels every pulse of your orgasm as you shatter beneath him.
"Oh, sweetheart, good...yes, god, let go..."
Your orgasm is probably the strongest you've had.
Tears well in the corners of your eyes, relief hitting you as soon as you catch your breath.
Smoker eagerly fucks you, kissing your skin and whispering gentle words when you're coming down.
One deep kiss alerts him that you're ready for him to keep moving.
"However you want me," you whisper and he's pretty sure he's addicted to you.
Hooking your legs around his hips, he pulls you close, flips over so you're on top.
Your jaw drops, surprise that this is the position he wants.
"Ride me," he grumbles with his deep voice. "Want to watch you work for it."
A defiance flashes in your eyes.
You snap out of it quickly, turning to pull off his pants completely, not letting his cock slip from you once.
Your hands press to his bare chest and you slowly start grinding on him.
His eyelids flutter closed as you lift off then slam back down onto him.
Watching him enjoy you shoots pleasure through you.
You're slowing down, deepening your movements on him. He groans loudly when you play with his tip before gliding back down on his cock.
"God, I need more of you..." he pulls you down, presses your chests together, kisses you deeply.
His hands are at your lower back, guiding the speed he wants. Even in this position, you find him in control.
A short shift of his breath alerts you that he's close.
You break the kiss, pull back, sit up straight, change positions to balance your weight on your feet instead of your knees. The new position offers you more leverage and allows for better riding.
Smoker chokes on air when you start riding him again. His back arches off the bed and the most alluring deep moan leaves him as he fucks up into you, trying to get deeper, trying to control his pleasure.
You keep going.
When you whisper, "That's it, sir, just let go. Cum in me..." you watch his chest rise sharply and a deep growl leaves him.
His hips stutter slightly before you feel him press in tightly, gripping you by the hips.
Your gaze trails down his face, watches the closed eyes, the pleasure dancing across his expression, his neck angling back. You feel him fill you with warmth.
You can't help staring, moving your hips gently as he tries to catch his breath.
When he catches you looking, he captures your lips, cupping his hands on either side of your face.
"My...let's get you cleaned up..." he hums gently.
"Why? Aren't we just going to do this again in the shower?" You hum as you pepper kisses across his jawline, down his neck.
The moan that leaves him shoots pleasure through you.
"Insatiable," he teases. You pull back. "But yes, let's."
It consumes your morning and afternoon, needing a rest before waking again and letting him take you at sunset.
Reader needs to get out of their head. So Franky puts his to good use 😜
In which Franky is a doting partner who meets your needs in an emotional moment and at a 3am-can't-sleep wakeup.
"This moment's yours, doll. Use me as you like."
Cw: 18+, mdni, fingering, in which Franky's fingers have a vibe function, oral sex (reader receiving), unprotected pinv sex, dirty talk, he calls you ma'am you call him 'good boy', creampie, lots of touching in this one .
Tagging: @ethereal-ivyleaf
Sometimes Franky enjoys spending time in the crow's nest. He's still new to the crew and after the events on Thriller Bark, he's feeling closer to you all than ever. It's still early in his journey, but he finds himself craving more contact - especially drawn to you.
It's often lately that you wander off to work out, and he's convinced that maybe you and Zoro have a thing...
But he gets the guts to follow you one evening, and it starts a new normal.
Watching the sun set from up here is therapy.
The sway of the ship could almost lul him to sleep.
You've only recently started working out more, and requested the assistance of Zoro to help. Hence Franky's suspicious glances at you two periodically.
He looks like a sight, lifting a dumbell, compared to Zoro's strength but he's happy to be a part of it.
But the conversation is always enjoyable, the company sweet, and the way you always give a gentle touch as you walk by is downright addicting.
Night after night, you two consistently meet, sometimes Zoro showing up to lift weights, but lately he's been napping at that hour.
Until one night, Franky can feel the tension in the room.
The sound of the sandbag shifting, metal chain clinking with every hit you deliver, it's the unusual hitch of your breathing that catches his attention.
He doesn't mean to stare.
But he notices.
Your hits are delivered methodically, clearly imagining some unseen enemy as you beat the punching bag.
You're so focused, you dont even notice Franky's approach.
"Hey," he breaks the silence. You don't stir. He tries again. "Hey, you okay?"
One, two, three hits. Pause. Ragged breath. One two three four five six seven eight. He notices the tears on your cheeks, eyes red from crying.
"Hey!" He doesn't hesitate then; places a big hand on your shoulder and pulls you away with ease.
You fight him, of course you do, and he can't help but notice the size difference.
"What's wrong?" He presses again.
You hesitate, but offer, "my head's a mess tonight. I just..." you take your gloves off where your knuckles are bruised.
Franky forgets himself for a moment, sees you at a soft moment and takes your hands in his.
When he presses his lips to your knuckles, your breathing hitches again.
A chill runs through your body.
He locks eyes with you, embarrassment coursing through him now. It passes quickly when you grip him by the collar and pull him down into you. You're frantic, pawing at him, pulling as if you can't get close enough.
"I need this," you manage between kisses. "Franky, please, I need this."
He's nodding, eager, hopeful this isn't a dream. "Mhm, yeah, sure thing, babes. I gotcha, hang on."
He's so gentle with you, like you'll fall apart beneath him if he presses too hard.
Slowing his brain down is proving difficult with the erection he's sporting now.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Is this okay?" You ask, trailing your hand down his abs.
"Fuuuuuck yeah, honey. Mhm. Please. Been hoping for this since you helped patch me up on Thriller Bark. Can't get enough of you touching me."
"Oh, God. Oh, good. I..." you kiss him again, anxious, overwhelmed. "My mind is a fucking mess right now and I just need something to make me feel good."
Franky is overheating, he's convinced this is a dream.
"Mmm, yeah? And what might that look like?" He's playing with you now, trailing his fingers down your torso. "Want me to mix you a drink? Some calming music?"
You catch the smirk on his face and grip his forearms harshly.
"Do I need to be direct for you, Franky? I figured you could infer what I need."
He chuckles. "I wanna hear it. Your words."
You raise a brow. "Fine."
He stumbles, surprised, when you shove him backwards, down onto a workout bench. You straddle him. He's so hard at this point, he'll beg you for it.
"I want you to touch me," you start. "I want you to worship my body while you make me cum on your cock. I want you to keep me occupied all night and maybe help me get some sleep for once. And I want you to stay. I want to curl up with you. I want you to let me ride you if I wake up and need help getting back to sleep."
He's steaming hearing this.
A dream. Has to be.
He's pretty sure he's drooling.
"When do we start?" He jokes, drunk on lust.
"Now, Franky."
Say no more, he thinks.
In a breath, he's kissing you with intention, hands wandering. He rips at the collar of your shirt, tears the thing, kisses down to your exposed shoulder. A few light nibbles grace your skin as he traces his lips to your chest, urged on when he hears your sharp inhale. He lingers there, a smirk against your skin. You grip his hair, desperate to move forward, but caught up when he dips low enough to pop one of your nipples in his mouth.
You arch against him, pull his hair.
"More, Franky. I need you now."
"Fuuuuck, are you eager," he mutters against your skin. "Okay, darlin..." in a smooth movement, he's hooking his fingers under the waistband of your pants, teasing your opening.
You shift, attept to rock down onto his finger, but he catches you, gives you a stern look.
"I...uh...have a setting for that. If...you want to try."
Your eyes light up, curiosity coursing through you. You nod.
And like a switch flicking on, Franky's finger begins vibrating like a sex toy.
You lose balance, settle down onto him with little control.
He catches you, chuckles, adjusts to stimulate your clit then ease into your opening again.
You rock against him, chasing an orgasm you can already feel peaking.
You cling to him, rocking yourself against him in desperation until you're panting out his name like a prayer.
"That's it...let go. It's just us."
He talks you through, lets you come down before removing the rest of your clothes, pulling himself out of his trunks, and coating his cock with your wetness.
Your knees want to give out for a moment, but when you feel his cockhead against your opening like this, your post-orgasm haze wears off.
He lets you ride him on the weightbench.
"Oh, fuuuuck, honey. You feel so damn good."
His voice, quiet, only for you, the growl to it right now...you're so into him.
When he grips your hips and urges a pace, he pauses, stops himself.
"Sorry. This moment's yours, doll. Use me as you like."
You are hooked on him.
The kisses become desperate, heated, needy. Your hands wander all over his body, caressing, exploring.
"Lean back," you beg.
"Yes, ma'am," he follows orders.
"Mmmm good boy..." you tease, nipping at his lower lip as you lay on top of him.
You use the slots of the weight bench to get grip with your knees so you can grind yourself on him, stimulate your clit with his pelvis.
"God damn, baby...I won't last long," he admits.
"Good. Me neither."
"Ah, thought so, feel you tightening around my cock. Such a pretty little thing like you riding me...what dreams are made of. Holy shit...there you go. I feel you fluttering," he meets your thrusts. "Ah that's it. Don't hold your breath. Come on, honey. Right here. Now. Come on my cock."
His words urge you on and before you expect it, your eyes close, a heavy sigh leaves you, and a powerful orgasm hits you.
When you moan his name, Franky is sure this is a wet dream, is sure he's going to have to clean himself up in the shower like some teenage boy.
But no, your wandering hands bring him back to the moment and he hears you begging him to take you however he wants.
One quick movement, he's lifting you with ease, pulling out, standing up, taking long steps to the nearest wall. He guides you against it, kisses you desperately, then spins to face you away.
He lifts you slightly, eases his cock back into you from behind, and fucks you against the wall.
Wanting to see him and touch him creates a desperation in you that you hadn't expected.
But it's his turn now and you're glad to let him lead.
His thrusts are smooth, his fingers reaching between you and the wall to stimulate your sensitive clit again.
When his breathing gets choppy, you know he's close.
"Oh, come on, big boy. I need you to fill me up."
He chokes on a breath.
"Ungh, what?? Are you sure?"
"Yes. Now. Please, Franky. Please..."
That's it, all it takes for him.
He's spilling inside you and praising your name.
"Oh. Fuck. Honey..."
He kisses your shoulders, chuckles at the moment.
"Wow. Thank you."
He doesn't want to pull out, but his spent cock makes him.
You dont speak when you turn to face him, you just kiss him and touch him and he's pretty sure he's falling in love with you.
"More?" You whisper against his lips.
"Hell yeah!"
He gives you his shirt, as yours lays ripped on the floor.
You crumble in his arms, spent as you silently agree to take it back to his workshop.
On your way there, Zoro is on deck, resting against the mast. One eye open as you quietly sneak by, he sighs.
"Finally happened, huh? Sheesh. You two need to keep it out of my workout space."
Your jaw drops, Franky smoothly urging you on, saluting Zoro as he eases you to his workshop.
Your hope is that Zoro won't repeat what he saw.
Franky makes good on his promise; fucking you again, on his desk this time.
You two end up crashing on his couch he'd picked up at the last port.
And when you stir awake - 3am - he jolts when you start kissing his neck.
"Can't sleep?" His groggy voice hums. "Oh, honey, I've been waiting for this." He adjusts his position, unlaces his arms around you, and kneels beside the couch.
Lifting up your shirt and pulling down your panties, he kisses your inner thighs. "Does this count as late-night snacking?"
You laugh at the awful joke, but your laughter is cut off with a moan when Franky's suckling your clit.
He eats you out until you come, his talented tongue paired with a vibration setting on his fingers...you're rocking your hips against him and chasing that release desperately.
When you come, you feel lighter and relaxed, eager to snuggle into him again and chase sleep once more.
His deep growl sounds alluring with your ear pressed against his chest.
"To be continued in the morning, doll. I can't get enough of you."
It's gotten out of hand, this little game you're playing.
Smoker had anticipated a quick blow - something to take the edge off before his meeting so he could fuck you good and proper afterward, last a while and make you cum multiple times.
He hadn't anticipated you playing with him, edging him to the point of breathlessness - all minutes before his meeting starts.
He'd been tempted to bend towards the transponder snail, call off the meeting, but that would mean he'd have to disconnect his cock from down your throat and that sounded like torture right now.
He grips your hair harshly, insisting on the speed and taking control.
The floorboards ache under your knees, having spent much of the last twenty minutes finding new ways to make him lose his breath.
He'd lost himself in pleasure, miscounted the minutes before the others would walk in, and now he's beyond his threshold of tolerance.
"Fuck, fuck. Like that. Mmph, swirl your tongue again." He pulls you back by your hair, just enough to allow you to flutter your tongue along his tip.
He can feel his orgasm teetering, having waned from his overthinking as time ticked on and he got lost in pleasure.
Smoker's knees buckle a little as you deep throat him without warning.
He yanks your hair again, groaning.
"Damn it..." he grumbles, "your fault..."
You pop your mouth off him to tease, "what? Lost it again?"
"Mmm, keep going, for fuck's sake."
It's then that you hear footsteps down his hallway.
The two of you exchange a look before you jump into action.
Smoker's slow to the take with his pants mid-thigh, cock hard and pulsing, a glistening of your spit coating his thick shaft.
You can't help but admire the view as you back up under his desk.
He's fumbling with his pants as the bootstomps approach, large gloved hands slipping to his waistband and belt, attempting to cover up your perfect view of those muscular thighs.
You're sure his plan is to right himself and approach the meeting table set in the middle of the room.
Your have other ideas.
Wordlessly, you pull his chair toward you, catch him behind the knees, and force him to sit.
He almost drops the cigars from his mouth as he gapes at you.
Without any hesitation, you force his legs to close you in, and return your mouth to his cock.
"Oh, fu-"
The door opens.
A cacophony of sound.
Others speak as they take their seats, prepared for the meeting ahead.
No one questions Smoker. Of course they won't.
You notice the slight rise to his hips to meet your mouth as you continue to blow him.
"Sir, are we ready?" Calls a voice.
Tashigi.
"Mmm, been ready. Yeah," his voice is all gruff, pure arousal disguised as frustration. You know his tone well; had heard it late nights and early mornings at his place, so wrapped up in each other that you'd lost sleep.
"Why don't we start with an update on our new recruits?" Tashigi suggests.
"Perfect..." Smoker huffs behind his cigar.
As the meeting begins, you get back to work, lapping at the vein on the underside of his cock, swirling your tongue on his corona like he enjoys.
You hear a slap of his fist against the desk above you and can't help the smirk it gives you.
"Continue," Smoker brushes it off to the crowd like his reaction was expected.
When you gently stimulate his frenulum, you hear him lose his breath for a moment.
The way his cock is arching now, you have to shift your body slightly to still be able to reach him.
You wonder if anyone notices the way he's shifting his hips. You're sure it's impulsive.
You're loving every minute of this.
As the discussion opens up to Smoker needing to sign off on continued training for a few recruits, he pauses his movements long enough to instruct Tashigi to leave the paperwork on the table and he will get them filed later.
Smooth.
His voice was so tight as he spoke.
He clears his throat, pausing to ash his cigar.
"Now, what are the plans for rebuilding that structure after the training went south last week?"
You're shocked he can get out a sentence with how much he's straining right now.
A male voice fills the room and you can tell Smoker loses focus momentarily so he can chase his orgasm again.
Your hands caress his thighs.
He's shaking slightly, so beyond his threshold. You two had been playing at this for over 30 minutes now with no results for him.
He's desperate.
You want to reassure him, promise you've got him, but getting caught is not on your wishlist.
When you add you hand to grip his shaft, his muscles tense and he sits further forward.
You've got him.
It takes all your willpower not to moan as you increase intensity with your mouth on him.
A soft, ragged breath is heard from him. He hides it behind his gloved hand.
You keep to it, knowing this is the pace and pressure that will get him there.
Moments later, him adjusting makes the leather of his chair groan.
Another short breath clues you in before he's cumming. Short thrusts meet you as he rides out his orgasm.
You glance up to see him hiding his face for a moment as pleasure overwhelms him.
It's so much cum, you almost choke.
Trying to keep up appearances, you struggle to swallow, let it go when a bit dribbles out of your mouth, and manage to keep composure.
The meeting continues as Smoker sits with his spent cock still in reaching distance.
Your hands wander all over his thighs, your own legs tensing to play with your own sense of arousal.
He hadn't gotten you off yet.
The meeting ends before you anticipate, footsteps filing out of the room.
When the door closes, Smoker shoves his chair back, gazes down at you, heaves a breath.
"Well, well, well..."
"You're welcome," you shrug.
"Ohh, am I now?" He grips your hips, pulls you into him so you're between his spread legs.
"Edging me like that? That's an appreciated act?" He hums at the look of you. "Fine," he shrugs, "your turn."
Your friendship with Smoker takes a sharp turn when he's exposed to sex pollen.
Cw: afab reader, use of vulgar terms, explicit language, unprotected pinv sex, masturbation, oral sex (reader receiving), unrealistic refractory period, cumshot, creampie, he calls you good girl, spanking, belt used as a restraint. I'll add more if I think of any.
Your friendship with Captain Smoker always stirred questions among the group. He would often talk to you with doors closed in his office, quiet side comments that were only for your ears, and trusting you with special projects that even Tashigi was unaware of.
What the group didn't know was that you and Smoker had grown up as neighbors; your paths often crossing. You didn't always get along in childhood but when you joined the Marines a few years behind him, a new respect grew for you.
As you chased the Straw Hat crew, there was a level of comfort he felt around you.
It wasn't a constant thing, but you'd gotten questioned by a crew members from time to time asking what you had on Smoker.
So when he called a meeting after a particularly weird Island, it was no surprise that you were included. What was surprising, however, was his final demand before closing the meeting:
"Everyone out," he exhales smoke, raising a finger to point, "all but you."
It was demanding, sharp, and you'd noticed a sheen of sweat covering his exposed skin.
To say you hadn't noticed how attracted you were to him would be a false statement. But mixing work with pleasure was always a mistake. And so you carried on.
However, the demanding tone to his voice, the wild look in his eyes, the way he shifted uncomfortably in his big chair...the air felt different. You could sense a charge.
Heat blooms in your gut.
"Sir?" You speak tentatively, glancing over your shoulder at the closing door, the fading voices as sailors go about their night.
A heavy breath leaves Smoker.
"None of that now," his deep voice booms.
His elbow rests on the table still, a casual pose that seems stiff somehow.
His other arm shifts slightly under the table and his back straightens, a troubled expression flashing on his face, nostrils flared, jaw tensing.
He shifts slightly in his seat, a soft groan meeting your ears. He looks flushed, looks disheveled and heated. Fevered?
"I..." He stops himself, exhales. "The ship's doctor examined me after the last island. Been feeling...off..."
"Is something wrong?" You can't help but step forward, anxiety flooding through you.
He purses his lips at your approach, giving you pause.
"I...have a new assignment for you."
"Anything."
His sharp inhale makes you want to draw nearer, but you stay still.
"There was a plant on that last island. It expelled these spores..." as he shares, you watch the sweat bead on his forehead. Now closer, you see his breathing is labored. "Ship's doctor said it'll kill me."
"What?" You gasp, approaching quickly, ignoring the ranks between you.
"He gave me some technical name...locals call it sex pollen. You know it?"
Your jaw drops, but you quickly regain composure.
You'd heard of it.
And, my, the things you heard...
You now know what he needs from you; what this assignment may be.
"Sir."
"As I said: none of that." He shakes his head, swallows hard, gasps a breath. He seems in pain. You realize he probably is. "Please," he waves a hand before him, presenting the space while he leans back in the chair and it's then that you see his...problem.
His arousal is clearly noticeable, impressive even from this distance.
He watches your eyes taking him in, sees your gaze trailing over his tone torso, the sheen of sweat coating his skin.
You sense the hesitation in him as you take tentative steps forward. This was not the assignment that you expected. However, knowing what these spores do to people who go unsatisfied... you will gladly accept the task.
"What do you need?"
A growl catches your attention. You notice his grip on the table is tight.
"Just...touch me." His voice begins harshly but by the end of the statement, it's almost a whisper.
It feels like a secret. Door locked behind you, sailors filed out, candles lining the wall giving new light to the room. What was once dark and pensive is now sensual; his office quickly becoming a den of iniquity.
You can feel your nipples harden, a chill run down your spine as you take steps forward until you are pressed with your leg against his knee. Even this simple touch, you hear an inhale from the giant man. You give him credit: he refuses to touch you first. But once you make the first move, he is quick to be an active participant in his own pleasure.
Your hands grip his shoulders as you mount him. You begin by running your fingers along the base of his neck and into his hair. Smoker shudders.
You think you'll lose yourself in this too.
You're impressed that he can keep his composure this well.
His hands hold your hips, steadying you or maybe steadying him. His eyes flick down to your lips. You give a soft yank of his hair. His eyes take you in, pupils blown. He's far beyond the point of arousal, the spores taking over.
Your chin dips down as you shift to catch his lips. He meets you hungrily, a deep rumble in the back of his throat as he grinds himself against you. You feel his erection scraping against the zip of your pants and adjust yourself so the contact is closer to your clit.
You plan to take it slow, ease in, get to know this version of him...but he has other plans as he guides your hand down his chest, practically moans as he's hovering your hand over his erection.
His, "now" is quickly replaced with, "please" as you cup your hand over his large, warm cock.
You can feel his heartbeat in the tip of it. The way he ruts up into your hand makes you melt a little. This large powerhouse is currently putty in your hands. Spores to be thanked, surely, but you enjoy this side of him right now.
Needy. Eager. Desperate.
Yours.
As if he can sense your thoughts, the man exerts some power, shoving your back to the desk and fumbling with your belt.
He strips you from the waist down, admiring you only momentarily before kissing his way up your thighs and spreading your legs.
"Need this. Need you. M'sorry," he mutters against your skin.
"Take what you want," you reply simply, trying to keep composure.
Your attempts are futile, you realize, the moment his lips meet your pussy.
The man eats like this meal will be his final.
You try to keep your eyes open, to watch the show, but the moment he pulls a glove off and inserts a warm finger into you, your eyes are rolling back.
He suckles at your clit, lapping circles with his tongue before using a pointed tip to lick swift strokes. You can't help but grind your hips along with his movements. His other hand presses your hip down, holds you there as he keeps working.
You hear him unzip his pants and can't help but angle yourself, stare as he pleasures himself while mouthfucking you.
"Oh, God, Smokey..." you admire him.
It doesn't take him long, but his moan is deep and breathy as he ejaculates on the floor.
"God..." he speaks against your cunt. "Third time today..."
You gape at him. He notices. Angling his finger inside you, he urges you to cum while he works his mouth on you more.
Body on fire, you grip his hair, let yourself be pleased for once, allow your mind to drift as you grind against him and use him for your own pleasure.
You're not quiet about your orgasm and when Smoker's free hand covers your mouth, your pleasure is somehow elevated.
You can tell his needs are urgent, but he still lets you ride it out, waits until you're quiet and calm, heartbeat thundering in your ears while he hoists you up, fluidly carries you to the large couch in his office.
He's hard again.
You feel heated and lightheaded from tonight's events, but you're remembering bits that you'd heard about this sex pollen and you know it's only going to get worse before it gets better.
His breathing is labored, desperate look back on his face, a slight expression of pain making its way back.
His cock still out, peeking from the top of his unzipped pants with his dreamy muscles in the background, you want to drool at the sight.
"You gonna cum that good on my cock, sweetheart?"
You smirk. "I better."
Smoker presses you to the cushion, hoists your leg up to drape behind him as he lifts your hips and guides your pussy toward his hard shaft.
Painting his tip with your wetness, he chokes on a moan but continues on.
"Gah, fuck, so sensitive. Feels like I'll come already. Hang on..." he pauses, throws his head back, breathes.
You nod, as if understanding when really you have no idea.
The moment breaks and he's once again urging you on, focus locked in on your body.
When his tip slides in, you pause a moment to breathe and adjust, but he's eager and pressing on.
You push at his shoulders, legs pulling back to press against the large man too.
"H-hey, wait, Smoker..."
"Hm? M'sorry. Okay, w-what do you need?" He gasps, eyes looking wild and misty as if this momentary pause will break him.
"Just...out, then thrust in slowly. Coat your cock-" he begins following instructions, eager to move forward.
"Ah, you talkin' like that..." he shakes his head, "so fucking filthy, my girl."
Your chest tightens at his words. You know it's probably just this moment, but you'll take whatever you can get of him.
With him following your instructions, your pleasure soars.
Smoker angles himself differently, manhandles you with ease.
The way he keeps his hands on you, his gloves off - just warm, bare skin clutching you - it drives you wild.
With him guiding his own speed, you barely catch your breath before he's gasping about "these fuckin' spores' and 'fuck, fuck, hang on.'
He's shaking when he forces himself to still. His skin feels fevered where you're touching him. Watching the way his chest rises and falls, you're concerned.
"Smoker...I think you need to give in."
He shakes his head. "No. Need to stave it off. Need you to cum first."
"We have all night for that." You touch him gently, to which he pulls away from. "You're burning up, baby. Please, just let go."
He's gritting his teeth now, expression clearly pained. His cock twitches.
"I won't think any less of you if you fill me with your cum already, Smoker. I'd actually love to help you."
He loses his inner battle then, adjusts the position then continues thrusting until he's a panting mess and you feel his warmth filling you.
He lets you kiss him while he cums, allows you to swallow down his moans, and nip at his lower lip.
He seems distraught when he slips out of you, as if he's dizzy from pleasure.
You watch him plop beside you on the couch, arms splayed behind him, back firm against the cushion.
You take no time to mount him, straddle muscular thighs.
He looks a little exhausted when he lifts his gaze to you.
Your fingers fondle his jacket, underneath to his tone torso.
"You feel cooler now."
"Yeah," he huffs smoke from the corner of his mouth, purposeful to keep it out of your face. "It'll be like that for all of 5 minutes. And then I'm back to that feeling of overwhelm again."
"What if we get ahead of it?" You suggest.
"Huh?"
"Let me ride your cock, get myself good and worked up. That way, by the time you feel like that, we'll both be satisfied."
His hands grip your hips, eyes studying you.
He hums a deep laugh, shaking his head. "Wow..."
"What?"
He shifts his hips back a bit, lines his half hard cock up with your entrance again, ogles as you stimulate your clit.
"For years, I saw you..." he hums as your fingers trail along the base of his cock. "Mmm... but I feel like now I see you."
You bite your lower lip as you tease your opening with the head of his cock. With your hand wrapped around him like this, he's hard and ready once more.
Gently, you ease down on him by adjusting your position.
His head lolls against the back of the couch, exposing his neck. Languidly, you kiss his exposed skin, allow yourself to bite and suck just enough to hear his deep grumbles again.
Guiding off his jacket, you demand him to be shirtless.
The position allows you full control and it's truly addicting riding him.
"Fuck, I feel you tensing..." he chuckles once he's stripped, grips the back of your hair and pulls to stop you from the attention to his neck.
His hands easily guide down to remove your shirt while you're distracted staring at his torso. He's perfect.
He chokes when he sees you're braless under your uniform.
"Naughty. Holy shit, raunchy girl...how have I never seen these perfect nipples poking through that uniform?"
"Maybe now you'll notice," you quip.
Gripping his shoulders, you surprise him when you shift your weight and shove him down against the seat of the couch. Easily, you readjust as you top him.
Smoker looks defiant, but both of you know he could overpower you with ease if he wanted to.
As you start moving, his hips lift up to meet you, chasing the pleasure you're bringing him.
With your pubic bone pressing against him differently at this angle, your clit is stimulated easier, and you hold your breath as his cock hits a spot deep in you.
"W-wait..." you gasp, pressing your naked body to him, kissing desperately at his chest, trying to hold back your orgasm, but -
"Now would be good, sweetheart. Now or you'll miss your opportunity this round."
The urgency presses you on and before you're ready, your orgasm explodes through you.
It's so intense, you feel yourself shaking, hear your breathing, and feel Smoker covering your mouth to stop you from whimpering his name too loudly.
"Sorry, Smokey...sorry..."
His skin feels fevered again as you're returning to a seated position on his lap. You see the clouded look in his eyes and wonder if you're helping or hurting the situation.
"Need to cum," he pleads, urging your movement. "C'mon, ride my cock. Fuck, ride my goddamn cock, woman."
You nod, feeling like you're in a stupor.
"I've got you," you hum, moving your legs so your feet are on either side of his thighs, allowing better leverage as you fuck down on his cock.
There's a gasped choke Smoker releases at the new position and you know you've got him.
"Oh, fuck! So good. You're perfect. Like that."
Ghosting a hand behind you, you gently play with his testicles as you bounce on his cock.
Smoker sits forward then, pops a nipple in his mouth to cover up his moans, the vibration on your skin adding a new sensation to all of this.
"My god, I needed this. Needed you. Wanted you for so fucking long," you moan.
The intense way he's suddenly staring at you makes you feel small. You regret your words immediately, slowing your movements but he urges you on with a grip of his hands.
"Why...why didn't you say anything?" He asks breathlessly.
"Seriously? Smoker, you seem like the kinda guy who couldn't care less about...well, most things."
He rolls his eyes at you.
"Uh huh."
You stop your movements. He gapes at you.
"Tell me I'm wrong."
"Keep. Going." His tone is dark, eyes hazy, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.
You follow instructions.
He's silent as he grips your thighs. You feel like you said the wrong thing, but you continue your movements.
"Maybe we'll talk over coffee tomorrow morning," he says.
Your eyes meet. His lips purse.
Suddenly, he's overpowering you, shoving you down and flipping you over. Strong hands grip your hips as he pulls your ass toward him, bends your knees, and angles his cock back inside your pussy from behind this time.
He admires the cum that's leaking out of you, huffs a sigh as he begins a new pace.
"Damn, what a great view," he compliments as he grabs a handful of your ass, spanks you a few times.
"You're holding off again, aren't you?" You can almost hear the tension in his voice.
"I'm experimenting."
Gazing over your shoulder at him, you notice how flush he looks, how shaky his hands are as he grips you.
"Smoker. Let. Go."
He shakes his head. "This is not how I operate."
"This isn't about your normal stamina. Now is not the time to try to impress me. You're going to do more harm to yourself if you don't give in." Your words fall on deaf ears. "I need you to cum for me, Smokey. Please..." you lay on the breathy voice, push back against him, squeeze your pelvic floor muscles -
And Smoker cums with a loud groan.
He spanks you again, as if to make a point that you're in trouble for your behavior.
Pride swells in your chest when he collapses behind you, kisses up your spine, grips your chin to turn your head and kiss you.
"Well, fuck me, you sure know what you're doing."
---
It feels like an hour that you're laying there together, tangled limbs as you bask in the afterglow.
You're dozing off against his warmth, snuggled into his tone body, enjoying the moment.
When you feel him hardening against your thigh again, you hum a question, waiting for instructions.
Only they don't come, and you drift off into a light sleep.
You're woken to a slight movement, eyes blinking the fog away as you glance at the clock. A half hour nap made you feel worse than before.
Smoker's free arm is moving, but you're still too out of it to fully comprehend right away.
His shaky breathing gives him away.
You sleepily peel your eyes open to watch the muscles in his forearm while he masturbates.
"Sorry," he mutters. "I tried waiting." You shake your head at his admittance. "I couldn't hold off. My head just...ached. I needed to touch myself."
"Now I'm enjoying the view," you hum. "What do you need from me?"
He shakes his head, "you've done enough."
"You want a canvas?" You tease, stretching then sitting up.
He chokes. "What?"
You bite your lower lip.
"Where would you like to cum, Captain?"
He doesn't even get a chance to reply, instead he shoots his load all over your thighs.
You're so turned on, you lean back, exposing yourself to him. Trailing some of his cum down your thighs, you dip it on your finger and insert that digit inside your swollen pussy.
Smoker stares with eager eyes, mouth hung open, breaths coming out short.
His fading erection comes back to life as he watches you.
"You're a damn dream."
You manage another round in his office before your legs feel like jello.
"Any way we can move this party elsewhere?" You sigh as he's taking a smoke break. "Would let you do anything to me in a bed right now."
He raises a brow at you, exhales smoke, nods stiffly.
"You, dear, are too tempting."
It's not considered a walk of shame if you go together, right?
There aren't many people around at this hour, but some are returning after a night of drinking. And they all do a double-take when they see Smoker walking with you.
You keep your hands to yourself, but Smoker can't seem to do the same. A quick shove in a corridor and he's got you pressed against a wall, kissing you like he's still worked up - which you find out quickly is very true, as he grinds his lower half against you and you feel how aroused he still is.
"Never gonna be through this, am I?" He grunts against your neck.
You want to provide words of comfort, but you don't know how these things work.
When you manage to break away from each other, he pulls your arm and practically drags you down the hallway. The winding continues and you feel dizzy and lost but Smoker is on a mission.
His fingers dip beneath the waistband of your pants as you walk and the caress of his hand against you sends chills down your spine.
"You were serious, I'm hoping? Anything I want?" The deep rumble of his voice almost has an edge of exhaustion to it. You're sure he's worn out. Hell, you are.
You're about to respond to him but you hear footsteps approaching. He doesn't take his hand away from your body, and you're wondering if he's still in a fog. The person turns down your hallway and you feel so caught. Wanting to shrink behind him, you put on your best brave face and continue on your path with his fingers down the waistband of your pants.
"Captain," comes a male voice. You recognize the doctor as he approaches. "Is it out of your system yet?"
He eyes you, shoves his glasses up his nose again before nodding.
"Not quite..." Smoker slips his fingers from your waistband, pulls you forward, drapes an arm around your shoulders protectively.
"Well, I see you have some help. I'll assume you'll be back to yourself by tomorrow."
Relief seems to wash over him, but you wonder if things will have changed between you when tomorrow comes.
Worries for the morning, you figure.
The doctor moves along, leaving you two to meander to Smoker's room.
His pace seems to have increased and you feel as if he's dragging you forward. Once his door opens, he shoves you in and locks it behind you.
A heavy breath before he's on you once more. He strips you bare as soon as you're alone.
Anxiety fills you, worry that you won't be able to keep up with his desires through the night. You've talked a good game thus far but your muscles ache and there's a sweet swelling to your cunt.
"Go on. Walk to the bed for me, sweetness."
His eyes are on you as you follow orders.
You hear him undo his belt, but he doesn't toss it to the floor. You don't dare look at him yet. "Now bend. Hands on the mattress." You do, exposing yourself once again. "Good girl."
It's silent for moments that feel too long.
Nervously, you peek over your shoulder and catch him pumping his big fist around his thick cock.
He chuckles darkly. The belt is still in his hand.
Heavy footsteps approach.
You're gripped by the back of the neck and shoved deeper into the mattress.
"You don't mind, do ya, doll? One more for the night."
You buck back against him as he's coating his cock in your wetness.
"Ooh, eager, are we? Easy, now."
He spanks you once, twice. And then he's pressing inside of you once again.
Buried deep, he traces the leather of his belt against your naked back and upper ass cheeks.
"Been too good to me tonight," he compliments. "This okay?"
"Mhm!"
A thrust and then he's quickly spanked you with the tip of the belt.
You tense against him.
A few more thrusts and he's pulling out completely.
With ease, he lifts you, tosses you toward the head of the bed, climbs on after you.
"Now I'm gonna strap those wrists together so you can't touch me, can't make me cum any earlier. Understood?"
You nod, allowing him to flip you over to your back, knot his belt some intricate way so your wrists are locked, and feel him attach it to the headboard.
"There. Now let me take care of this," he gestures toward his cock, leaking precum, full and thick and perfect.
You angle your hips toward him, grateful these spores dont allow him to keep you waiting long.
You're sore and so worn out, but a jolt of arousal still courses through you just from watching him.
What a view you're given.
Smoker groans when he's back inside you, presses his forehead to your bare breasts, licks and laps and kisses your tits through his thrusting.
He's vocal now in the comfort of his own bed. The low growls, the heavy breathing, the panting he does after he gives you a serious pounding - you're in awe.
When his thumb finds your clit, you know it's a gift. He's trying to stave off again, judging by the heat coming from him.
"Smokey, I can't, " you whine.
He clicks his tongue. "You can and you will."
The stern voice churns something in you. You're pulling at the restraints, hoping they'll give way so you can touch him.
He laughs at your attempt.
"Cute. You think I don't know what I'm doing?"
He gazes down at you and looks woozy, eyes closing momentarily as he clearly tries to blink away the feeling.
"You need to cum."
"And I will. After you."
"You're impossible," you groan. "Just let me touch you."
"No."
"Smoker."
"I said: no."
He fumbles a little, catching himself on his forearms and readjusting on top of you.
Muscles straining, you shift your feet under you, lift up against him to get him to stop overstimulating your sore clit and focus on his pleasure.
He scoffs at you, fights back, presses you harshly into the mattress.
Glancing up, you note the way the belt is looped in the headboard and shimmy to shake it loose.
Before Smoker's foggy mind can catch it, you've removed the restraints from the headboard, loop your legs around his torso, and push all your weight against him to knock him to the side.
Dizzy, surprised, and tired, Smoker gapes at you as you once again top.
The belt still clasped at your wrists, you lower your fists to his chest which presses your tits together nicely.
"You little minx," he can't help the smile that tugs at the corner of his lips.
You ride him slowly, chasing a quick high of you own, knowing just the angle to have him hit inside of you.
When you're pressing open-mouthed kisses to his chest, you gasp his name and repeat it like a hymn.
Your orgasm crashes into you and Smoker talks you through, trailing a hand down your hair.
"I knew you could, pretty girl. My turn..."
He thrusts up into you softly, slow and calm, and you feel him ejaculate deep inside of you.
Dizzy, you faceplant against his big chest, kissing at his pecs, letting his warmth overcome you.
You're not sure how soon after, but you fall asleep like this.
Smoker is gentle as he unbuckles the belt from your wrists, kisses the raw skin. You stir slightly in your sleep as he slips you beside him.
Covers over you, he drapes an arm around you and chases rest too.
---
Morning light emerges through the bedside window, filtering behind your eyelids.
Blinking, you push your aching body up slightly, which is a task with Smoker's big arm draped around you.
The sheets are wrinkled, barely concealing his perfectly chiseled body.
So it wasn't a dream.
Glancing down, you attempt to see if he's still aroused, wondering if the doctor had been correct in his assumption.
You're so caught.
Smoker clears his throat when he catches you peeking under the covers.
You startle, sheepishly look his way.
"Morning wood," his voice is somehow even deeper, laced with sleep. "Been up twice. Once to wank, once to check that it is, indeed, over."
You sigh a breath of relief, grateful he's bested the sex pollen.
You suddenly feel a sense of worry, almost wondering if you should escape from this bed.
As if reading your thoughts, Smoker speaks again, "how 'bout that coffee now?"
"Watch it..." Zoro's voice sounds just above the roaring waves.
He's close - voice near your ear. You feel him next, bumping into him as you're stumbling on deck through the dark. Your back presses against him as he grabs you, forearm against your throat - it feels threatening as he pulls you in. You can't help but let out a moan, lean back into him.
Just saw a video on Instagram (probably ai?? Idk.) of this woman at a gym accidentally sitting on some dude's face as he was laying on a workout bench and...yeah.
Zoro x reader
...in which reader accidentally sits on Zoro's face while he's snoozing, post-workout.
Cw: fem reader, explicit, 18+ mdni, explicit language, pinv sex, creampie, he calls you pretty, uses good girl bc I cant unhear it in his voice - fuck!!
The lights were off, the room silent, full moon creating just enough light to filter through the window and illuminate your path.
You'd been on the hunt for a space tonight. Brook was busy entertaining the group, but you just wanted a quiet spot to read for the night.
So, book in hand, you'd snuck your way to the crow's nest. Franky had made you a neat little tool - a book light - for these very occasions.
You were thrilled!
Finally being able to test it out, you were distracted, trying to hit the button in the dark as you sat yourself down on the weight bench you often used as a seat.
Only...the seat didnt feel right...
You yelp as someone grabs your hips, pulls you backwards. A scream settles in your throat. You fumble with the book light, blinding yourself a bit as it illuminates the space.
Your hand reaches back to catch yourself so you dont plummet off the bench, only instead of the cushioned seat, you're gripping something hard and warm...
A deep, hushed, groan meets your ears. You feel heated instantly. You dont move your hand away, but you feel a heartbeat.
"Damn it..."
It's then that you realize: you sat on Zoro. You. Sat. On. Zoro's. Face!
Currently on his chest, your outstretched arm holding you up, he grips your hips so you don't fall - probably a reflex - but you can't quite comprehend what is in the palm of your hand.
...
Until it all registers.
Zoro had been sleeping.
You woke him up.
His morning wood twitches in your palm.
He hasn't pulled his hips back yet.
You haven't moved your hand.
"Not sure I've ever been woken up this way," his deep voice is laced with sleep and you think this is probably the most intimate moment you've ever had.
Slowly, you move your hand. "I am so sorry."
"Don't be." Its matter-of-fact. "Didnt say you should move..."
Your jaw drops. He chuckles.
"Speechless already? And we haven't even begun..."
Suddenly he's shifting you, urging you downward to straddle lower on his body. You're lightheaded and breathless as you feel his erection press against your panties now.
A chill runs through you. You cant help but grind against him.
He lets out the faintest hum as he studies you.
Suddenly self-conscious, you drop your gaze to him, steady your hands on his chest, and still your body.
"Go ahead," he chuckles, nodding at you. "Get yourself off."
You gape at him, trying to read if he's kidding or not.
"Sweetheart, you have mere minutes before I want to bend you over. Now's your chance to use this body."
Gingerly, his fingers glide down your thighs, squeeze, give you a slight push-pull until he hears you gasp again. Your damn sensitive clit...
You feel his cock twitch against you and it urges you on.
How filthy you feel dropping your book, forgetting the smutty romance plot, to rub yourself off on your crewmate...
Yet, you do.
And Zoro watches with eager eyes.
Every held breath, every flutter of your eyes closed, every gasp.
Until you're pulsing against nothing, a desperate moan leaving you.
"Okay, that's enough," he interrupts, forces you up.
With ease, he lifts you, carries you to the bench seating, and dips you forward.
A calm hunger takes over him - practiced, methodical - as he strips you.
When you feel the head of his cock gliding against your wet opening, you can't help but glance back at him over your shoulder.
Filthy.
He smirks at you, paints his cock with your wetness before easing inside.
When he grips your hair and kisses your neck harshly, you worry you'll fall in love with the idiot.
"This worked out nicely," he grunts, his voice tight in a way you're desperate to hear more of - like he's holding himself back, like he worries he might come undone.
"God, Zoro..."
"Yes?" There's humor in his voice now.
"Touch me."
He hums, considers your request. You're unsure if he's serious, or just messing with you.
It's absurd how in tune he is with your body already. He doesn't fumble a second, just immediately touches your clit and rubs exactly how you like it.
You buck against him, whine at the way he works you. Each thrust, each flick of his finger leaves you full and yet craving more of him.
"Mmm...wanna ride you, Zoro."
He chuckles. "Demanding. Wow. So damn demanding, woman."
He kisses your neck, inhales sharply when you tense your pelvic floor.
"Wanna see if I can manage to spread myself on those muscular thighs of yours..."
Now you know you've got him. Appealing to his sense of pride in his physique.
He pauses his thrusts.
His cock twitches at the lack of movement.
"Fine." His response is short, but you've won.
When he slips out of you, you turn to face him, see the defiance igniting, hold back a laugh at the awkward way he lingers.
Yet you can't help but stare at him in the moonglow.
Chiseled. Breathless. Perfect.
You go to touch him and he teasingly steps back.
Again, and he's clearly being playful.
It becomes a match - you attempting to reach him and pull him in, but him overpowering you. Finally, you grip his wrist and try to pull him into you, eager to kiss him. He wraps his arms around you to hold you still, growls low.
"Get on the floor for me," you demand, breathless from your effort. "Now."
Defiance flares once again. A match.
"Fine. Only because you're naked."
He lays on the mat, gives you no time to ogle at him before he's pulling you down on top of him.
He fondles your breasts as you shift to guide his cock inside you again.
Pleasure courses through you instantly, loving the angle he's hitting you at.
"May I?" You teasingly ask.
"May you what?"
"Use you to get off?"
"If you're quick," he groans, head thrown back when you grind down on him.
With that, you decide to take your time - enjoy - indulge. Watching him try to maintain composure as you play with angles and speeds is enjoyable. All too often, he's gripping your thighs and moaning and bucking up into you.
To his credit, he lets you lead - for now.
You want to play more, but that tingling feeling overwhelms you suddenly and you realize you've been staving off an orgasm way too long.
His quiet, "cum for me," shoots pleasure through you at an embarrassing rate.
Gripping his biceps, fondling him, feeling the pure muscle beneath you...you let your mind go to that space of 'this is finally happening' and can't help but fuck down onto his cock, letting your orgasm consume you.
"That's it. Good girl..."
He lets you ride it out, gives you barely enough time to catch your breath before he's flipping you over with ease. Your fingernails grip into his bicep, making him hiss an inhale before he's burying his face into the crook of your neck and kissing you there.
You feel his hand glide down your body, drift to your leg, before he hooks under your knee and brings your leg up beside you. This angle is deadly and the power behind his thrusts makes you overstimulated.
His breathing changes, you notice the slightest shake to his exhale before an, "oh, fuck," slips from him.
He's slowly pulling away, you figure to jerk himself to completion on you, until you intervene.
"In me, please, Zoro...in me,"
"Oh, fuck!!" He sounds surprised, but you soon feel his warmth pooling inside you as his thrusts get choppy. "Good. Take it. Pretty girl," he hums, so satisfied.
He throws his head back and exhales before you grip his neck and pull him in for a deep kiss.
He allows it.
This somehow feels more intimate.
You deepen the kiss, run your fingers through his hair, hum when he allows you closer.
"Let's do this again sometime?" He offers when you finally break away.
You didn't realize 'sometime' meant after breakfast, pressed up against the shower wall, then once again at sunset in the library.
Every few hours, you seem to find him lingering near you with a demand to sneak off.
I’ve read every single one of your Franky x Readers and I’m OBSESSED!! I love your writing and I love that blue haired cyborg man 😋
Idk if you take requests or not BUT if you write anymore Franky fics will you tag me 🥺
Ahhhh thank you!!! Yes, I will absolutely tag you! I have several half-finished in my drafts and you are totally going to be my inspo to finish them. I do take requests!! I do my best to get to them. @ethreal-ivyy thank you again 🥰
