when i wear a miniskirt~ but why are you the only one who doesn't notice me? - miniskirt by aoa
★ : smut, reader secretary, spanking session, paulie irritated in her short clothes, sex in the office, using her thighs, denial of orgasm.
good heavens, who was the pretty little thing occupying the position of secretary to mr. iceburg?
that question had been swirling in the poor carpenter's head ever since you started working as the mayor of water 7's secretary. since kalifa, mr. iceburg hadn't found anyone competent for the secretary job — even though Iceburg refused to do some of his mayoral duties simply because he didn't want to. even a child could do the job, but children need to go to school and... be children?
well, that's how Iceburg found you, a woman from outside the grand line who just wanted a home and a decent job. he quickly hired you to replace the little girl who had been his secretary. damn, you were the most organized woman in water 7, everything organized by color, size, category; you could even say you had some kind of obsession with organization — something you denied out of pure stubbornness.
but it wasn't just your organization that caught his attention; your beauty and kindness to everyone also did. when you went to dock one, all the men who thought with their penises — including paulie — drooled over you, but when you complimented them and even brought snacks and bottles of water, the lewd stares turned into pure adoration. so thoughtful.
but there was one problem: your clothes.
you had the same problem, in paulie's eyes, as kalifa; walking the streets of water 7, the docks, exposing your long legs and ample thighs. how many times did paulie wish he could squeeze your thighs or simply press them against his penis? many times, more than he could count. but of course, the lectures come before his perverted thoughts.
"how many times do i have to tell you, woman?! you can't just parade around in that miniskirt exposing those legs!" the carpenter would reprimand you in the middle of dock one. the employees were already used to paulie's comments regarding any short clothing, especially when it was you wearing it.
"i don't see any problem with my clothes, mr. paulie," the woman said, shrugging, with an expression as frighteningly gentle as kalifa's, but the poor thing only had that expression to keep calm and not punch the vice-president of the galley-La company. "mr. iceburg didn't object to my attire, besides, my skirt is within the dress code." paulie could see the woman's mocking little smile.
he would go crazy at being contradicted by a little hottie like you. He'd want to slap himself to get his head straight!
"then mr. iceburg should review the dress code! i can almost see your ass—" the man fell silent as soon as he realized, but it was too late. you were staring at him with a raised eyebrow.
"so you were observing my behind, mr. paulie?" the low, provocative question escaped his lips; luckily for both of them, the employees were more focused on chopping wood than on paulie's clothing crises.
"well, you..." with a loud snort and without arguments to continue the ridiculous explanation, he simply grabbed your free hand, the one that only held the pen, pulling you to one of the isolated corners of dock one. he wouldn't let your comment go in one ear and out the other; he was going to get to the bottom of this.
paulie tried to control himself, as much as he wanted to sleep with you, bend you to his table until you forgot your own name, he also wanted to give you a good hard time. you were younger than him, so he could have authority. that's what he told himself.
but paulie couldn't stand your provocations, the way you teased him, pulling on his tie but still keeping your distance so you wouldn't hurt yourself with the lit cigar in his mouth, how you rubbed your little hands on his chest, down to his stomach, driving him crazy.
you had given him the knife and the cheese.
paulie lost his patience. he sat on the sofa in his office and threw you onto his lap. "you just don't understand, do you? this tiny skirt... i imagined myself so many times taking these clothes off your body..." he smoothed the fabric that hugged your ample bottom, giving it light squeezes, seeing how the chubby cheeks of your behind were perfect in his large, calloused palms. "this can't even be called a skirt, it's just a horrible piece of cloth." he lifted the fabric of the skirt, revealing the tiny panties that were tucked between your buttocks, disappearing into the space.
"look at this... you're so indecent!" the first smack is heard in the room, followed immediately by her little scream, "ah! paulie! are you seriously going to spank me because of a—" her words are interrupted by another little scream. he gave her another slap, this time on her other cheek, already seeing the redness forming there.
"no, now you're quiet, brat. i've put up with you all these weeks since you started working with Iceburg — showing off those legs, those thighs... damn, those thighs!" he stroked the back of her thighs, then squeezed the soft flesh before returning to her bottom. "but now I'm not going to let this go. you're screwed, girl."
a spanking session followed until you apologized to paulie for being a naughty girl and wearing short clothes to get his attention. it got to the point where you smudged your delicate makeup with your tears, but to no one's surprise, those tears were of pure pleasure. it was pleasurable to finally see paulie reaching his limit because of you.
"look at this, all red..." paulie slides his hand, already sore from spanking you, reaching your needy intimacy, noticing the moisture that seeped through the fabric, even soaking your clean pants. "look at you, soaking wet just from a few spanks. you're full of surprises for a little girl who only thinks about organization." paulie laughs as he rubs his middle finger along your covered slit, going from your clitoris to your entrance — but he only slides his fingers, he doesn't even take off your panties to give you the pleasure you so desire.
without another word, the man adjusts you on his lap and picks you up only to place you on his desk, knocking over any items that could hurt you. he might be rough and idiotic, but he wasn't stupid enough to hurt a woman.
he stares at you for a few more seconds, appreciating how flushed your cheeks were, your makeup slightly smudged, your skirt bunched up at your waist, and your panties with a large stain of arousal. paulie so badly wanted to bury her face in that needy little pussy, imagining how greedy it must be to just swallow his fingers or even his throbbing penis. but for now, he wouldn't give you that. he understood now that you were provoking him for this, for him to bend you over and fuck you like an animal. but he wants to vent his frustration — for walking around showing off for water 7 while he's consumed by jealousy, for all the times he had to ejaculate in his own hand imagining it was you.
paulie runs her hands over your thighs; squeezing, rubbing, shaking the ample flesh, until it stopped at her calves, lifting her legs, making her little feet in high heels float in the air.
"paulie? what are you going to do?" her question came out breathlessly as she watched the man place her legs on his shoulders, seeing him quickly, and awkwardly but incredibly sexy, unbuckle his belt. he didn't lower his pants and underwear completely, just enough to free his penis.
and god help you, it's big.
but he didn't take off her panties and move them aside, he simply positioned himself between her legs, rubbing his big cock against her panties and then closing them around his penis. there you understood, he would use her thighs to masturbate, he would deny her penetration.
but when he started rubbing there, thrusting his cock into her thighs, the friction was too much for a little pussy totally craving a good cock beating.
"pa-paulie!... don't be— nhg!... mean to me!" her whiny, whiny protest echoed through the office along with the sounds of skin against skin, but paulie completely ignored it; he was so focused on her thighs. damn, he was simply fulfilling his dream of burying himself in her thighs like a perverted teenager! he was loving the softness of her skin, how it swayed with each thrust, but he was also loving how her pussy rubbed against his base, sometimes feeling the head of his penis brush against her swollen clitoris through the fabric of her panties.
"damn... these thighs!— ah!... i want to live in them, kitten!" paulie groaned as she threw her head back, a small bead of sweat trickling down the side of her face and a roguish grin on her face.
just as you were about to complain again between moans, hot, white jets of semen sprayed onto your clothes and skirt. paulie had ejaculated on your clothes, masturbating on your thighs. it was pathetic. it was exciting. but it was even more pathetic for you, who had been denied an orgasm.
"that's what you get for being a show-off brat" the man said with a proud little smile, patting your thighs lightly before withdrawing from between them. he was satisfied, he'd taught you a lesson, and he'd even had a good orgasm on you.
who knows, maybe next time if you wear a micro-skirt he'll fuck you in the pussy, huh?
🗒 : english is not my native language, i had to use a translator, so i apologize in advance for any spelling or grammatical errors.
You've been whining and complaining all day, just going off at the mouth like there won't be a single repercussion. Normally there isn't, and normally you would've shut up by now anyway, but you decided to drag it today.
CW: MDNI, a little bit of smut, a little fingering, a little kissing, nothing too crazy
A/N: this is buns, I have writers block like crazy rn, not proofread, I miss pre timeskip franky
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Paulie
You didn't like working on ships to be honest, you just did it every once in a while, to be around Paulie. It was hot and humid, and you didn't feel like lifting a finger and Paulie kept getting on you about it, telling you to quit whining and to get up "useful".
"You and this galley can fuck off of somewhere; I'll get on that train and leave right now! I'll... go be a.... Pirate or something, I dunno. Anything but this." You snapped as you walked off towards the train station.
Any other time he'd glance down at your thighs or get a glimpse of your chest and he's forgiven you already but not this time, before you can take another step Paulie's ropes are wrapped around your body and he's reeling you back towards him.
"It's too hot for you to be acting this" He snarls, throwing you over his shoulder, taking inside the galley la headquarters to one of the break rooms.
"Ha! Is this supposed to be some kind of punishment? There's air conditioning here, this feels great." You said sarcastically, as he sits you down, still tied up in his rope.
He walks over to shut the door, making sure it's locked, taking off his jacket and his goggles, and walks back over to you.
Obviously, you were expecting him to untie you but instead he stands you up and flips you over and bends you over the table you were sitting at. Paulie, who could barely make eye contact with you without getting nervous had finally had enough, the heat definitely shortened his patience today, but you could still see a slight blush on his cheeks as he ran the tips of his fingers up your thigh with one hand, and pushes your head down on the table with the other.
"If I make you feel good..., will you come back out here and help me? Hm? Will you stop trying to stow away on a train car every time you get irritated?" He asks, his voice was surprisingly soft, and you could feel him getting hard as he pressed himself against you.
"No, I will not." You pouted. You were lying, but you wanted to see if you could get him riled up a bit more.
"No? Hm." he repeats under his breath, he removes his hands and then for a second you don't hear anything, don't feel anything.
The you feel a tug on your panties and loud ripping sound as he rips your underwear off, and slides two fingers up and down your slit, "Hm... you sure you don't wanna act right?" he asks as he shoves two fingers in your cunt, moving them in and out at an agonizingly slow pace, "I'd hate to leave you like this... but, since you want to be in the air condition so bad, fine. Stay here, I'll be back in an hour or so"
You let out a whimper as he pulls his fingers away, "What?! You can't just leave me like this Paulie, what if someone sees me?"
"Obviously that's what you want with that skimpy ass skirt on, you've been throwing a fit all day and every time you stomp away from me that skirt flies up." He says with a smirk.
"It does not! Untie me right now, Paulie! What if I-"
"What if I bring the guys in here and let them watch...? Then we can all be in the air conditioning."
Franky
The crew had docked at an island, and each of you had something you wanted to go shopping for, so everyone went in pairs, you and Franky went together. You wanted some new clothes, maybe some jewelry here and there, but Franky said you had bought enough already, which you definitely had, though you wouldn't admit it.
"You know what you're not my keeper, Franky, I can go buy what I want." You proclaimed, walking away from him.
"You're being super~ difficult today, y'know that? You have enough, and stop walking away, there's marines on this island, and if you get caught, you're not gonna get any of this, and I'm gonna have to save your ass on top of that"
"Hmph. If I get caught then so be it, I don't need you to rescue me anyway, robo-boy. Go rescue Robin~, or Nami~" you said mockingly, sticking your tongue out as you walk away from him, heading towards the shopping district.
He'll never admit it, but he loves when you get bratty and jealous. He's told you countless times that he wants you and only you, and he makes sure to show it too.
You don't get far before you feel a ridiculously large hand grab you by the arm as you get yanked into a dark alleyway. Before you can protest you feel Franky pressing his lips against yours, his body weight pressing you up against the cold, stoney wall.
The kiss lasts for a minute, and once he pulls away, he places a few light kisses down your neck before bringing himself eye to eye with you "What can I do for you to cooperate with me today? Besides spend money. There has to be a super~ alternative." He jokes
"Nothing, I'm going shopping" You declare once more, this time Franky scoops you up, prompting you to wraps your legs around his body, your body still pressed up against the wall. He starts planting more kisses on your neck, licking and sucking after every other kiss.
At first, you convince yourself that this won't work and your mind is set on buying new clothes until you feel something hard pressing between your legs. You sometimes forget which part of him is robot and what part isn't, but you're always happily reminded.
"Franky th- there's so many people out there on the s- street" you stuttered as he starts to grind his hips up against yours.
"A man has no shame in loving his woman out in the open" he states proudly, eliciting an eye roll from you... he's so extra... "be glad I brought you down this alleyway, we could've done this super~ out in the open, y'know" He adds with a smile.
Him walking around in underwear 24/7 always made it harder for you to turn him down when he gets on you like this, you can't help but get soaked when there's such a small obstacle between his throbbing cock and your throbbing heat.
"If I finish you out here, will you give up on the shopping spree so we can head back to the ship?" He asks sweetly, though he already knew the answer judging by the way you kept bucking your hips into is, already so needy.
"mhm." you nodded eagerly, something about being outside like this, though you were in the alley, you could still get caught fairly easily and it excited the both of you.
"That's my girl, you gotta be super quiet, okay?"
Zoro
You two were in the crow's nest on watch duty for the night, and you were yapping Zoro's ear off about something, until you noticed he was barely paying attention to you, too busy lifting unnecessary amounts of weight. Giving you the occasional "uh huh" or fake laugh to make it seem like he was listening.
Prompting you to get an attitude. You hear him chuckle, a real one this time, as you get up to leave the nest and the sound of weights dropping. You were barely standing before you felt Zoro grabbing you by the waist and sitting you back down.
"Let me go outside, I'm not talking to you anymore. You're not even listening... just keep on with that nonchalant shit Zoro, and I'll find another swordsman that gives a fuck. Ain't shit funny..."
He thinks it's hilarious to be honest, whenever you get an attitude like this, at the end of the day you aren't gonna do shit, he'd usually just let you calm down on your own and then bring you something to eat or some sake as a peace offering...
He starts walk back to his weights and continue his workout, "Wait... did you just say you'll find another swordsman? What, you think you'll find one as good as me? You know one?" he asks, turning back around to look at you.
"And do! I know a few actually!" you spat. you didn't, but you knew that'd get him going.
"Yeah? They got four swords like me too?" He asks with a smirk.
"As a matter a fact they d-... four?"
"Mhm." He hums. Walking back over to you, though you turn your head away and refuse to look at him, he looms over you for a moment then grabs a fist full of your hair, to your shock, tugging your head back so you have no choice but to look up at him.
His breathing still a bit heavy from the weightlifting, his body covered in sweat and a dangerous grin on his face as he uses his free hand to tug his sweats down at the waist, and letting his semi hard cock hang in front of you.
"You've been on one all day, you know that? Just talkin and talkin... I was listening baby. But you just had to say something smart though, didn't you?... now say you're sorry."
"If i've been talking so crazy why are you hard?" you ask looking up at him, trying to ignore the elephant trunk in the room.
"You know how I get when you get mad at me, I can't help it." He admits as he tightens his grip on your hair with one hand and grabs his cock with the other, rubbing the tip across your lips, coating them with pre-cum, "Say you're sorry baby... you're gonna have to open that mouth either way."
