Pairing(s): Luffy x reader; Zoro x reader; Sanji x reader; Ace x reader; Law x reader; Sabo x reader
Genre: Smut, fluff
Warnings: This content is for a mature audience
Synopsis: Happy Valentine's Day, my love.
Author's notes: My, very late, Valentine´s Day gift to you, mochis. Purely smut. Hope you enjoy it. I think I'm blind from the amount of time I spent writing it. Love you. By the way, what would you think about more angst on this blog?
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Luffy
Your captain has no clue what day he lives in, much less that Valentine’s is coming, but thankfully, he’s got Sanji for that.
So, when the day comes, he’s shoved into your room with a box of chocolates, a bouquet of flowers and the threat that if he dares eat any of the chocolates, the cook will shove his foot so far up inside his ass it will come out of his mouth.
Sanji still can’t believe you decided to give your heart and soul to that monkey (he swears he loves his captain)
You spend the evening in your room. Hearing him rant about anything and anything, laugh at his own jokes and play a guessing game only he can understand.
In many ways, Luffy is a simple man and that brings you comfort. There are no hidden intentions, no mixed feelings or miscommunications. His love is clear and honest. Luffy just is.
Which is why the words that come out of his mouth do not surprise you.
“If I finger you, can I finish the rest of the candy?”
No need to ask.
Luffy might be oblivious to most things, but he knows you. And he knows exactly how you like it. Two of his fingers explore your insides like a map, massaging your walls and pressing against the places that make your toes curl. His lips suck on your tits, tongue running on top of them, his saliva making your skin shine.
“Luffy...” You whine, grabbing onto the pillow with one hand and palming his cock over his shorts with the other one. He’s rock hard but seems to be in no rush to fuck you, content with the taste of your skin on his tongue.
He hums against your skin before pulling away, a thread of spit connecting your nipple to his lips. He looks around, looking for something on the bed, but his fingers don’t stop for a second, his middle and index moving in a “come hither” motion while his thumb toys with your clit, “there they are!” He’s quick to grab the box of chocolates and open it up with his free hand.
Food and sex together aren’t a weird concept in your relationship, so you pay no mind to it. That is, until he’s biting on a jam-filled candy and letting some of its filling fall on one of your nipples. Your eyebrows furrow, and your mouth opens in a gasp when he sucks it off you.
“You make them taste even better, sweets”, he says more to himself, but you can see that the sweet treat has done something to him. His eyes are now half lidded, his mouth dribbles even more, and his pace grows harder.
“Luffy! Fuck just like that!” You push your tits closer to his mouth.
He continues the action again and again until the entire box is empty and you’re blissed out from the pleasure. It’s then that he says,
“Now, I’m craving something else.” He licks the remains of the sugar off his lips and pulls down his shorts; his cock slaps against his abdomen.
“That candy was great, Sanji! Thanks!” The younger man says as he pats his cook on the back.
“Sure,” Sanji answered, defeated. No anger or energy left as he knows it was his fault Luffy got laid last night... fucking lucky monkey.
Zoro
Marimo is dumb when it comes to a lot of things. Directions, for example. But when it comes to you, one or two gears work in his brain.
“You don’t have to remind me, twirly brows.” He says as he does crunches.
“We don’t?” For once, Sanji is pleasantly surprised by the mosshead.
“I’ve already got covered.”
Nami doesn’t buy it. She narrows her eyes as she asks, “What did you get her?”
“There was this fine liquor store at the last isla...” A punch landed on his head before he could finish.
“I fucking knew it!”
He isn’t that stupid... It’s just that alcohol clouds his thinking.
Sanji and Nami have to punch him and get him back to his right senses, but in the end, it all works out.
Rice balls, your favourite dessert, and, of course, sake. All while looking at the stars from the crow’s nest. You lean on his chest while he hugs you from behind. No words are needed; his touch and love are all you need.
It isn’t until you feel his lips travelling down your neck, sucking on the skin, that you remember that drunk Zoro tends to be more handsy than sober Zoro.
Your face is squished against the cold wood, your hands barely able to keep you in place, but that’s the last thing on your mind. His thrusts are brutal, unforgiving. Your juices spill down your cunt and his cock and land on the floor. Screams and cries of pleasure fall from the window, alerting the crew and any other ships near you. And Zoro couldn’t feel any prouder.
“You like it rough, don’t you, woman.” He says as he takes a sip from the sake bottle.
“Mmhm,” you nod, “yes, Zoro, please fuck me harder”, you whine.
He laughs, but gives it to you, “You are such a whore for my cock.”
His balls slap against your clitoris, your boobs bounce at his rhythm, and your hips bruise from his hard grip. His cock stretches and moulds your insides with every stroke; you have never been able to get used to his size, and you are sure you never will. Tan, long, thick, with multiple veins running across it, and a bulbous tip. You have explored it with every inch of your mouth and cunt; you are completely in love with his cock, and Zoro knows it.
His hands spread your cheeks, watching the way his dick goes in and out of your sweet cunt, a white, milky ring around every time it comes out.
“Tightest fucking cunt,” he moans. His dirty mouth is always what drives you crazy, he’s got no shame and no regard, speaking freely of how he feels or likes about fucking you, “you gonna make me cum, baby? Want me to fill you up?”
“Yes! Yes, yes, yes, Zoro. Please cum inside me.”
“Don’t worry, girl. I’m gonna fuck you full.”
His pace quickens, his hips moving with purpose. At this point, you can barely gasp his name; your head filled with only air and him. Your fingers press on your clit, your legs quiver and clench, desperate for release.
“Come on, woman. Cum on my cock.”
Your legs give out, but his hands are there to support you. He pulls you and presses you against his chest, continuing to move his hips as you chase your high. Your clit is beyond sensitive and exhausted, but the look he gives you is enough to fire you back up.
“I’m not done with you.”
The next day, while you can barely walk, he’s training his heart out.
You sit next to Robin and Usopp, your head lying on the table as you groan from your tensed muscles.
“Rough night?” Robin teases.
“More like he gave it to her, rough,” Usopp adds.
You feel like dying from embarrassment and tiredness.
Robin just laughs behind her hand.
Sanji
The absolute master when it comes to romantic holidays
He’s been preparing himself for this date for months (mentally for years, but no one must know that)
Buying the finest ingredients at every island the crew stops, spending his entire share of money in things he knows you’d love and that remind him of you.
In a calendar, he crosses out each day, getting closer and closer to the fateful date (Zoro makes fun of him every morning, and that’s the first fight of the day for both)
Makes a list of everything he plans on cooking, decorating and doing for you and the crew (well..., more like you and the girls)
The night before, make sure to secure the fridge with what appears to be a thousand locks and traps. Luffy still tries, but the sea stone chains seem to do the trick (thank gods)
When the morning finally arrives, you find the cutest outfit hanging on the door, courtesy of your boyfriend’s money and Nami’s fashion input.
And Sanji between your legs.
He couldn’t help himself; he just had to have dessert first.
“Sanji!” Your nerves and senses are just waking up, but you can feel every single stroke from his mouth. He alternates from sucking on your clit, humming around the little bud, and swiping his tongue up and down your entrance, licking and thrusting himself inside you.
“Good morning, my love.” He pulls away for just a second, giving you a bright smile. His lower face is covered in your slick; the view makes you clench. “Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.”
You open your mouth to answer, but only a moan escapes it. Sanji’s fingers were unforgiving in their pace, looking for that tender place inside of you.
“You look absolutely beautiful, mon amour.” He mumbles against your core before diving back in.
Sanji is no messy eater. He’s careful, precise and romantic; he knows your body better than he knows his own. You are a delicacy and deserve to be eaten as such.
You grip and pull on the sheets, your legs tremble and close around his head, and your teeth break the skin of your lips, trying to conceal your moans so as not to wake up the rest of the crew.
“Please, please, please, Sanji...” you beg, but he’s giving you everything and more.
“Come on, my love. Give it to me, cum on my mouth.” He says against your lips, his tongue coming out to give a long lick on the underside of your clitoris.
One of your hands comes up and pulls on your nipples while the other pulls on his hair, your head is thrown back, and you lift your hips off the bed. The chef is immensely enamoured with the view, his hips thrusting and humping against your bedding, trying to relieve some of the tension.
“Cum, baby, please, cum for me.”
And you do. The knot finally snaps, and your juices fly out of you, his face and the bed getting covered in them. His hand quickly moves to your clit, rapidly flicking it to prolong your pleasure.
“Yes, yes, just like that, baby. Thank you, my sweet.”
After that wonderful wake-up, he brings you breakfast in bed and continues doting on you.
(By the way, Luffy is quite annoyed at the fact that only you get to have breakfast in bed.)
Ace
He’s somewhat prepared.
He asked Thatch to teach him how to make a cake, but he figured if the cake took forty-five minutes at 175 °C to bake, then he could just triple the temperature, and that would lessen the time. With his Devil Fruit, that would be easy enough, right?
Well, a burnt kitchen, a punch to the head and a visit to Marco made it clear that no, that wasn’t the way.
One burnt cake and a lot of begging later, Ace found himself with a perfectly good cake. One, he had to fight the urge not to shove it down his throat.
Izou was also nice enough to help him choose a lipstick for you. Ace was quite hesitant to ask him for help (since you still harbour a crush on the older commander), but the wanojin was a gentleman about it. Or at least, he tried.
“I think this one will look nice on her, Ace,” Izou said, handing him the small tub.
“Thanks, man.” He put on his backpack.
“Sure. I’m sure she will look just as gorgeous as that night...” The samurai teased.
“Okay, okay, man. Fuck off.”
That night you had eaten cake, drank sake, laughed, danced and kissed by the light of the moon and the ease of the sea. The world seemed to disappear when it's just the two of you.
You were elated and so, so grateful for your boyfriend, and you needed to thank him, repay him for such a date.
A lightbulb went off.
“Oh gods, baby girl.” Ace moaned, leaning back against the ship’s mast.
You moved your head back and forth, lips wrapped around his thick cock, tongue tracing the underside. Your eyes firm on his, tearful from when you’d gag.
His tongue traced his lips, then his teeth bit them, moans, cries and promises came out of them. He’d give you world, sun, moon and stars, whatever you want, just please, please suck him deeper.
“Fuck, I fucking love your mouth, baby.” He let out a pleased laugh.
Relaxing your throat, you took him deeper. Your jaw protesting, your breathing heavy and laboured, cheeks covered in tears, and you fighting back on your gag reflex, but you loved every second of the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat.
You moaned around him, sending shivers down his spine. Then, you pulled away, gasping for air, your hand quick to replace your mouth. Saliva dripped down his shaft, your lips and hands, but you didn’t care. Your hand tightened around his length, jerking him just like he likes it. Your lips wrapped around the head, sucking and licking it, next your tongue travels up and down the rest of his dick.
“You are so fucking good, so fucking good.” He groans. His fingers thread through your hair, pulling you closer to him. His hips move involuntarily, thrusting inside your mouth. His skin feels warmer than usual, and you know he’s losing control of his powers.
You pull him out and spit on it, your hand focusing on the tip, “cum in my mouth, Ace.”
He looks down at you and moans loudly. He absolutely loves cumming inside your mouth; it’s his second favourite thing.
You show him your tongue, slapping his cock against, “please, please daddy, cum in my mouth.” Your eyes beg for it.
His breathing grows heavier, his abs contract, his neck and face are pink-tinted and sweat runs down his freckles. One of his hands runs over his hair, pulling on it while the other caresses the back of yours. His hips move desperately; he can feel it, it’s coming.
“I’m gonna, I’m gonna cum, baby girl.” He moans.
You suck harder, faster. You need it.
He fucks your mouth with such fervour you know there will be a bruise at the back of it, but you don’t care.
“Fuck!” Spurts of his thick seed fill your mouth; his grip tightens on your hair, and hearts cover your eyes. Ace cumming is the most beautiful view in the world. Drowsy eyes, plumped, bitten lips, blushed, freckled cheeks and chest and the sweetest, hottest smile in the world.
Ace went about his day as any other, happy and blissful from last night's events, oblivious to someone’s eyes.
“’s a good, it was me who was on night watch and not Pops, right Acey?”
The freckled went stiff, turning to the man watching him on the side. Izou. Izou with the biggest smile on his face.
Law
Sucks at romance and anything love-related but know he’s trying. He’s just stupid.
Sachi and Penguin desperately try to help, but he quickly realises that even if those two get laid, it does not mean they know jack shit about love.
(Dear gods, what would Cora-san do?)
(Trip downstairs and light himself on fire probably, but with a bouquet of roses in hand nonetheless)
So, Ikakku and Bepo are his best bets on that ship.
Law may be a great captain, surgeon and pirate, and he happens to be hot, but my gods is he dumb.
“Captain, you’ve been dating her for months; you cannot be this clueless.” Ikkaku groans.
Law pouts and crosses his arms over his chest, looking away. Just like a small child, “I fail to see what’s wrong with my idea.”
“Looking around for and classifying coins is not a date, Captain,” Bepo says, trying not to cry from the absurdity of the plan.
“To me it is.” The surgeon grumbles.
He and the polar bear plan and coordinate to stop at an island so you can have a date. Everything's been carefully examined and detailed to Law’s standards, but when does life ever go his way?
That morning, he finds out the fucking Marine has completely taken over the island and its perimeters, so you had to change course immediately. The nearest island is two days away. Well, fuck.
He’s pulling his hair out from the stress, barking orders around and hysterically looking for an idea.
“Law?” You poke your head inside his office. His eyes are scanning every romance novel on the ship, but he finds nothing; all of them end in suicide. He just might...
“Law.” You try again, this time stepping in. A tray in your hands. Two cups of tea, a candle, some matches, and two cups of instant noodles.
His heart instantly churns at the sight. Of course, you had been the only one to pull something together. He can’t help but think you deserve better.
“Love...” He’s out of words, the anxiety and exhaustion of the date finally catching up to him.
“Bepo told me. Do not stress about it, babe. Happy Valentine’s Day.” You leaned down, kissing his cheek.
Law groans, that wide mouth bear.
The rest of the evening is spent with you sitting on his legs, sipping tea, recounting old tales and discussing various themes, and you love every second of it.
Law is bad with feelings or words, but he knows there are other ways.
“Law!” Your nails scratch his back, leaving angry red marks over the Jolly Roger tattooed on his skin.
But he can’t seem to care less; his hips continue their assault on your cunt. His lips whisper sins against your ear, his hands grip on your hips, pull you closer and prevent you from slipping away from the pleasure only he can give you, “feel good, sweetheart? Do you like the way my cock’s so deep inside you?”
You are long gone. Two orgasms with his fingers, one with his tongue, and now chasing another with his member, knocking on your cervix. Your mouth only knows his name, and your eyes gloss from the sight of him. His eyes dazed, passion and lust fill them, his eyebrows furrow and his lips open and close with every thrust. Moans and groans end up in your neck, along with some hickies.
Law usually doesn’t allow himself to lose control like this, but he figures today is a special date. Sex tonight is loud, messy, and raw. He hasn’t felt this alive in years.
His pace quickens, his rhythm grows desperate with every second, and the idea of you cum around his cock is the only thing on his mind.
“Harder, faster, more, more, more, Law!” You don’t know what else you are asking for, but you can feel yourself hanging over the edge, just a bit more.
And it's like he knows, his fingers press on your clit, drawing circles on top of it, that’s enough. You cum around his cock with a gasp and trembling, but he doesn’t relent. Your nerves cry in overstimulation, but Law is not done, not until he feels you again.
“You are going to give me another one.” He declares. His hips don’t stop, and neither do his fingers and mouth.
“’s too much...” you whine, throwing your head back and pushing against his chest. But he doesn’t allow you to run away.
“One more, give me one more. Milk my cock, love.” His words are getting crasser, nastier, and that’s how you know Law’s head is filled with pleasure just as much as yours.
“Law!” You cry out.
“One more, one more...” He continues saying. Even if his cum drips down your cunt and legs, even if it can’t fit anymore inside of you.
The next morning is payback for keeping the crew awake the entire night.
“My gods, if you two are going to be that loud and nasty, at least have the decency to invite me, even if it's to watch,” Shachi says, while drinking his coffee, a smile on his face and dark bags under his eyes.
“Shachi!” Law scolds him.
Sabo
You firmly believe there’s nothing hotter than a revolutionary.
Sabo is that in the complete sense of the word. Dauntless, radical, rebel, mighty, strategic. His sense of justice took your breath away the second he opened his heart and mouth.
And while your boyfriend is all that, he’s also a clueless idiot whose head is filled with food, his brothers, Dragon..., and, of course, you.
It’s up to Koala and Ivankov to help him not disappoint his girlfriend on such a day.
“You may be chief of staff, but you are also so unbelievably stupid it almost hurts, Sabo-kun,” Ivankov says as they arrange a beautiful bouquet of flowers.
Koala nods as she watches him write a letter for you (that actually was his idea, but she left a big bump on his forehead just so he didn’t forget to do it.) “I know, I know.” He laughs but is secretly scared of receiving another “reminder” from his best friend.
Dinner, flowers, gifts, the letter and a walk along Ivankov’s island’s beach. Quite the date if you were to ask Sabo, yet he couldn’t help but feel like something was once missing.
Ah, right.
Your thighs are burning from the motion, your knees crying from the sand that’s digging itself onto your skin, but you don’t dare stop. For his pleasure, and, selfishly, mostly for yours. His cock is hitting right on the spot, your entire body shivering in delight and encouraging you to go harder. Your hair disheveled, clothes wrinkled and stained, panties pushed to the side, tits popping out of your dress, and his pants pulled down just below his waist.
Sabo is lying on the sand, arms behind his head and a bright smile on his face, biting his lips sometimes, moaning freely. The view is simply immaculate. You, jumping on top of him, choking his cock as your life depended on it, your tits bounce deliciously, and the ethereal look on your face is the most gorgeous you’ve ever looked. Using him for your own pleasure, he won’t complain about it.
“Come on, baby. Give it to me harder, I know you want to.” His words rile you up, making you clench harder around him.
“Oh gods, Sabo!” You close your eyes and scream, as nobody can hear you. And if anyone does, your boyfriend doesn’t care.
He lifts one of his hands, “Slap!”, a hard smack against your bottom.
You cry out, loving the pain, craving more of it, “Yes, please, please, more”
He lands an even harder slap, “You like that, baby? You like being treated like a slut?”
Your muscles are begging you to stop, but you can’t, you won’t, “Yes, Sabo!”
“Who do you belong to?” Smack!
“You!”
Smack! “Who?”
“Sabo!” Tears spill down your face, euphoria crawling all over your body.
“Louder!” Smack!
“Sabo!” It was simply too much. Your climax exploded between the two of you, head spinning, vision blurred, your legs shaking, and finally giving out, making you fall on top of him. You pressed yourself closer to his neck and cried out when his hips continued where you left off.
“The island is big, Sabo; you guys didn’t have to fuck twenty feet away from the base,” Dragon said, pressing his hand against his eyelids, exasperated.
Blue jays lost so brutally last weekend I had to write this to cheer myself up please enjoy (spoiler alert it didn't work im still upset about that rip jays you'll always be famous)
Characters: Sanji, Zoro, Ace, Law (separately)
WC: ~200 each
CW: Oral f!receiving, multiple positions, sanji's lowkey a sub cause I just couldn't help myself, mentions of reader wearing a skirt, I'm contributing to the virgin!law agenda
Sanji
Your legs are slung over Sanji’s shoulders. He’s on his knees in front of you, you’re sitting on the edge of the table, leaning back on your elbows as you watch him. His blond hair is messy against his forehead from you mussing it up. His eyes are closed in concentration as he works his tongue over your clit in slow, languid strokes. His hands grip the outside of either one of your thighs, holding your legs in place and keeping you perfectly positioned for him. The soft stroking of his thumb over your outer thigh matches the pace of his tongue. He savours every moment, switching between the easy strokes of his tongue, sucking on your clit, and lapping at your opening. You lift up from your elbows and move a hand back down to his hair. His eyes flutter open as he looks up at you reverently. You pull on his hair, and his eyes roll back as he moans against you, the vibrations making you gasp. The combination of your hand in his hair, thighs caging him in, taste on his tongue, and pretty sounds in his ear is nearly enough to make him cum untouched. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time it’s happened.
Zoro
You stifle a giggle as Zoro drags you back to your room. You’re barely through the door before he’s dropping to his knees, pushing you back against the wall and dragging one of your legs up over his shoulder. He shoves your skirt up and rips your panties to the side, wasting no time diving in. Quick, rough strokes of his tongue over your clit, moving in a rhythm that’s sensible only to him but works you up perfectly. One of his calloused hands grips your hip tightly, holding you steady while the other grips your thigh, keeping it pulled up and holding you open. He moans against your core as your hands fall to his hair, holding him tightly against you. He nips at your clit occasionally, the sting of pain making you gasp, but he loves the way it makes your grip on his hair tighten. He’s greedy when he gets into it, and won’t let you go until he wrung at least a few orgasms out of you. He loves it when your knees go weak, and he’s more than strong enough to hold you up so that he can keep going when your legs give out on you.
Ace
Ace loves to have you sit on his face. Your hands grip the headboard to keep you steady as he guides you down to his mouth. He starts teasingly, nipping at your inner thighs and inevitably leaving marks, but is slow to get to where you need him. That said, once he runs his tongue through your slit for the first time, all teasing goes out the window. His grip on you tightens as he pulls you down harder against his face, moaning as your taste melts on his tongue. He alternates between sucking on your clit, loving the way it makes you react, and fucking his tongue into your opening. He gets lost in the feeling and the taste of you, eyes shut in bliss as he savours every second. He adores the mess you're making on his face – he’s always been a messy eater. When you get close, you start grinding against his face, and he gets impossibly harder as you use him to chase your high. He uses his grip on your hips to guide your movements, opening his eyes back up so that he can watch your face as you reach your peak. He won’t let you get up until you’ve cum so many times that you’re begging him to let you up, and only then does he release you with the biggest, most self-satisfied grin on his face.
Law
You bite back a smile at the look of concentration on Law’s face. After all, you don’t want to make him more nervous than he already is. He’s trying to hide it as he lays you down on the bed, but you can see the tense set of his brows as he kisses his way down your body. He makes quick work of your bottoms, hands deceptively steady from years of surgical experience. He’s slower to remove your panties, watching your face for any hint that he should stop. You nod, and that’s all the encouragement he needs to toss those aside, too. He presses the softest of kisses to your clit, eyes glued to your face as he does. He’s studying you for your reactions, trying to gauge what you like without having to ask. A little more confident, he pokes his tongue out to circle your clit. Your pleased gasp encourages him, and soon he’s working you with expert precision. Two tattooed fingers come to press against your soaked entrance as he roughly flicks his tongue over your clit. Your hands fist the sheets as he slowly pushes his fingers inside, grinning against you as you arch off the bed. His free arm comes over your hips to hold you in place as he scrapes his teeth over your clit. You come undone the moment his fingers hook against your g-spot in time with him sucking on your clit. For someone who has never done this before, he sure is a quick study.
i got this req for the op men on my older blog. after months *cough, maybe a year* i FINALLY have the motivation to write this.
☆ nxde!
— a one piece fanfic // where you make a grave mistake.
[MODERN AU]
synopsis: the effects a picture can have on a man are things you couldn't have believed.
pairing: afab!reader x monkey d. luffy, roronoa zoro, vinsmoke sanji, portgas d. ace, trafalgar d. water law.
cw: NOT PROOFREAD. MDNI. YOU KNOW THE DRILL. super short drabbles. nsfw includes: screenshots. dry-humping. mast*rbation. sorta public (??). sanji's nosebleed. edging (sorta??). c*mming untouched (sorta??). pocket p*ssy. they feel guilty but really do they?? that's all.
old m.list. | new m.list.
✮⋆˙ monkey d. luffy:
he blinks once, then again, and again. just a moment ago, he was lazily stretching his body on the bed, doomscrolling until he found himself falling asleep. but now? all sleep has left his body at a moment's notice. he sits up straight and blinks yet again. quickly switching to your contact, he checks and re-checks your number. once. twice. thrice. did you get... hacked? did he get hacked?!
at once, he sends you a text back: did you mean to send this to me?
well, it wasn't like he didn't appreciate the picture. you, in such a snug-fitting pair of lingerie. the frilly lace contouring each curve of yours while exposing all to his hungry eyes. the lewd expression on your face as you cupped your tits. all of it was so pretty. so, forgive him that he found his hands quickly working to take a screenshot of it... just in case you deleted the picture. it's innocent, though! he won't show anyone... of course not. but he can't ignore it either. can't ignore you.
he wonders vaguely who you meant to send it to. was it him? or was it meant for someone else and he just found himself entangled in a happy accident?
his cock strains against his jean shorts. eyeing the photo, luffy huffs as he palms himself through the thick fabric. catching his bottom lip between his teeth, he tugs his cock free. it hits his abdomen with a muted thud! and for a second, monkey d. luffy stops completely. it wasn't that he hadn't done this before. masturbated, that is. but to you... to his friend?
maybe he shouldn't do this.
but then his fingers betray him as he finds himself zooming into the picture. it's only our of curiosity, though. you are his friend; a friend that is bare in front of him, but a friend nonetheless. he looks at it all - from the gentle slopes of your chest, to the fat of your waist, and your bare pussy peaking through. groaning, he tugs on his tip with harsh flicks of his wrist. under his hold, his tip beads out drops of pearlescent pre that smear his palm whole. he groans, tightening his grip around his tip till the flushed globe coughs out thin tendrils of pre that drip down his cock. okay... he wasn't being just curious now.
what was he doing? you two were just friends. was he so depraved that he was gonna seriously jerk off to you? but then again... god, it felt so good. he could almost imagine you on top of him, taking him into your pretty cunt all so easily.
"shit..." he gasps, moving his hand up and down as he zooms onto your face next. half of your face is visible, the other carefully hidden behind your phone. he groans, closing his eyes as his mind conjures up vivid pictures of your lewd face. in his mind, you take him whole into your mouth and it's your soft palm that fucks his cock into a sporadic orgasm. you keep shifting, moving from his lips to his neck to his cock. you kiss his tip and suck it too, then you softly jerk him off.
"oh- ohh shit," he quickens his pace. his phone grows sweaty in his palms. his toes curls and stomach tightens. and when luffy finally comes, light splatters of his cum fan across the screen of his phone, right on your pic. he breathes hard, closes his eyes and fists his base. shit. what had he done? broken past the title of "just friends"?
a ding! brings his attention to his phone. he furrows his eyebrows, seeing a text from you. he expects apologies or maybe just a deleted message. he breaths heavily, knowing already that if you decided to delete the picture, he would have a screenshot. even if that wasn't the most friend-like thing to do. but instead of doing any of that, he just finds a simple text: hey luff... do you wanna maybe come over?
✮⋆˙ roronoa zoro:
roronoa zoro ignored it. he opened the picture, stared at it for a total of three microseconds and then promptly closed it. it wasn't like he didn't like the view, or the fact that he wasn't welcome to nudes... it was a variety of factors that made him step away.
first, he was at the gym, so, as soon as he opened the picture, he looked around and promptly shut it. what if someone else saw?! second, he couldn't be having a fucking boner mid-workout. the gym would label him the local pervert and have him banned. third, you two were friends. no matter how dense roronoa found himself to be, he knew that was a line neither of you dared to close. no amount of flirty one-liners and drunken nights could change that.
so, he shut your chat and put it out of his mind. no text backs, no questions asking you if you "really meant this for him." nothing. and he ignored it the entire day. he didn't dare open it after the gym, or on the drive back, or when he was showering and realized that masturbation was just one little decision away. fuck, he even ignored it when he was in the comfort of his own bed, lazing about. he refused to let himself cross that line.
but then... why was he searching for your chat in the dead of the night?
the only light came from his screen, with the rest of his room being doused in a comfortable darkness. he sighs heavily as he finds the picture intact. you hadn't deleted it yet. did you not realize who you had sent it to... or did you not care?
either ways, roronoa zoro feels his breath growing laboured as he turns his body around and puts a pillow in between his thighs to contain his raging boner. it's not like he was gonna jerk off to you... he wasn't... but his hips rolled on their own accord. he hisses as he humps the pillow, rubbing his erection against the fluffy surface.
his first instinct is to look down, stuff his face into the washed linen sheets and forget who he is even jerking off to. but he can't. his eyes refuse to leave the screen, the deepest desires of his mind refuse to let him run away from this little fantasy. so, he gives in.
zooming in, he licks his lips as he takes in your features. mindlessly, his pace fastens. the bed creaks under his hasty moves but he doesn't care. the roll of his pelvis is so addictive. through strained grunts and curses, he can't help but wander off to restricted fantasies. like what it'll feel like... inside you. his thin shorts and the pillowcase rub so deliciously against his throbbing length, catching his mushroom tip in a stutter.
"god— fuck." zoro sighs into the air, his narrow eyes focused on your picture. it's pathetic, the way he's getting off to a picture of you in the dead of the night. he was never that desperate, never that hollow within that he fucked his sheets and gasped out rough rumbles of your name. but look at him now; yielding to the temptations of the flesh. he fastens his pace, burying his head into the sheets and breathing heavily as the obscene images of you taking in his cock defiles his mind.
you — all broken whines and reddened face, and him — all stuttering hips and strained grunts. his fist tightens around his mobile screen as he feels his cum ribbon out of his cock. it pools in between his shorts and the sheets, soiling them both. the wet patch under him grows.
zoro lifts his gaze to your photo, and swallows thickly. something in air shifts. he has crossed the line. clearly. what the fuck was he supposed to do now?! before he can work his thick head into a headache, he decides to slump down and sigh out a defeated breath.
but his rest is quickly interrupted. an unassuming ding! makes the stoic man furrow his brows and look up. a simple text stands: did you seriously leave me on seen, zoro?
✮⋆˙ vinsmoke sanji:
"uh— ex-excuse me." sanji mumbles in a shiver, slipping past his coworkers and into the work washroom. he closes the door far too loudly behind him, his jelly-like legs carrying him to the nearest stall where he all but collapses.
his breath is strained, sweat beading on his temple as he opens your message gingerly, as if any hasty mistake and he would find himself losing your precious picture. swallowing, he feels something hot trickle down his face.
"s-hit—" he hisses, his phone almost slipping from his sweaty palms and onto the floor below. gaining consciousness of his condition, the michelin star chef quickly presses the arm of his chef uniform into his nose to contain the bleeding. the blood soaks through the white, and sanji vaguely wonders about the dry-cleaning. but that thought doesn't hold his attention for long, not with you in front of him, not with his dick practically begging for relief under his slacks.
groaning, he balances his phone on his thigh. one hand is still wrapped around his nose, and another palms his erection with the heel of his palm. he bites down his lips to contain in his mewls. he is still at work, he reminds himself. but it feels so good. no matter how many times he had fucked into his fist late at night, thinking of you and your heavenly body, nothing could have compared to this, to an actual picture of you taunting him.
he breathes heavily, the smell of iron hanging lowly in the air tainting it all. but he doesn't pop open the button to his slacks even as his desperate movements create a small patch of pre in the front of his pants. he wants to respect his profession. rubbing one out before going back into the kitchen and cooking for someone?! blasphemous. but you... god. you are changing his morality for better or worse. because vinsmoke sanji's sanity has been reduced to one thing currently: you; half-naked, posed and just hellbent on leading him to his eternal damnation in a stuffy little stall. what were you doing to him?!
thoughts cloud over him. do you need him? did you meant to send this to him? what if this was a mistake and he was just some pervert holed up in a small stall, rutting against his own palm? despite his doubts, sanji can't help but dig his palm harder against his crotch. he wants you, nay, needs you. that much is evident from the desperate roll of his hips against his own hand.
"SANJI-?" the main door swings open as he hears his coworker call out his name. he calls again, "ZEFF WANTS TO SEE YOU. COME OUT QUICK."
the phone almost falls again as sanji yelps at the intrusion. instinctively, sanji shuts off his phone (but not before taking a quick screenshot for later... just in case.)
"uh- COMING. HOLD ON." he stands up, quickly shuffling around the fabric bunching around his crotch. tugging down his white uniform, he's grateful to see the pristine fabric cover his embarrassing bulge. but the relief is short-lived.
when he emerges out of the stall sweaty and flushed, his coworker yelps, "OH MY GOD, YOUR CLOTHES ARE ALL BLOODIED?!"
sanji nods, quickly catching up with the forgotten fact of blood on his face, "ah... yes. 's a..." he shifts his pants slowly, "uh, nosebleed."
"YOU SHOULD GO HOME!"
despite being the type of chef that never takes a day off, that never leaves in the middle of the shift. with your picture eagerly waiting in his phone, he can't help but entertain the idea of returning to his home and honoring his body's needs. he nods, very quickly at that. "yeah. maybe i sh-should go back home..."
but little does vinsmoke sanji know that there's a message from your side, one that reads: think you can come over after your shift?
✮⋆˙ portgas d. ace:
ace had asked you for the organic chem assignment. he was so short on time with it being 11:30 already and with the assignment being due at 11:59. with every hope out of the window, he had relied on his class topper to send in the assignment in time. all he had to do was copy and paste your assignment but instead... you had decided to play a cruel joke on him. you decided to send him... nudes?!
hunched over his desk and staring at your picture with wide-eyes and an even wider, parted lips, ace all but forgot how to breathe. his fingers dug into the glass screen, his fingernails all but cracking the screen.
it was far too late at night, with his entire room shrouded in darkness. somewhere down the hall, his brothers were probably busy with their own things and here he was... staring at the student union president's tits?!
"w-what the fuck." his lips wobble, frenzied eyes fixated on your picture. immediately, he sends you back a text: hey. i think you sent me the wrong file.
and though his reply sounds calm and collected, he barely is. portgas d. ace is losing his sanity with every strained, stuffy breath he takes in. his erection tents in his pants and he works on autopilot, searching about his drawer for that pocket-pussy he got as a gift one drunken night.
he's never used it. he finds it pathetic, if he's being completely honest. but with you like this? with you kneeling down, upper body jut forward with your soft tits right in front of him? with the curvature of your waist and hips enticing him into unzipping his pants? only his palms cannot suffice him right now. he needs more. he needs you. or something that could be a cheap copy of you.
ace holds his oversized tee up, clenching the fabric in between his teeth. his flushed cockhead greets him shyly and he finds himself pouring lube into the "self-help" device. holding the silicone mold steady, he slides in in with a muted hiss. the lube is cold against his overheated cock, the silicone so tight. he gasps, "f-oh shit."
he moves it up and down in a steady rhythm, his jaw ticking and burning with each dragged out, unsteady breath. the rise and fall of his chest syncs with the torturous tugs of the toy on his cock.
"s-shit..." he fastens his speed, furrowing his brow and staring at your picture, almost picturing your pretty, glossed mouth on his cock instead. he wondered how far you'd let him push, how far he could slide his tip into the back of your mouth before you choked and cried 'round him. "f-nghh- fuck."
he throws his head back, slumping back on his gaming chair. his monitor gleams with the long forgotten assignment open but all ace can do is clench his eyes shut and fuck his hips upwards into the unforgiving toy.
when ace cums, the white fluids dribbles down the overflowing toy and down his length, splattering against the neat trim of hair. he shudders and sighs, running a hand through his sweaty locks. his throat is parched, cock achy and throbbing and sweats ruined. and he just came to a picture of the student union president. what the fuck was life at this point?
he has barely collected his puddling thoughts when a pop-up from you flashes on the bottom right of his monitor screen. he leans in quick, a gluttonous bastard-like part in him expecting another sweet picture. but instead he finds a quick: oh shit, did i send in the wrong thing? my bad!
with a bleary gaze, ace brings his attention to the time. it flashes 12:05 a.m. and ace groans, knowing he just failed to submit the assignment in time. before he can lament, however, you send him another text. and this one? this has him almost throwing that pathetic silicone toy to the side in a feverish search through his drawers for his wallet and car keys.
your text is plain and simple: oh... well, sorry. i know that the deadline passed. but incase you still want that assignment, maybe come over? i'm free rn. i'll give it to you in person.
✮⋆˙ trafalgar d. water law:
law knew being lab partners came with a lot of unspoken rules. you had to share credit for all works, share notes and ideas, and work together. he didn't know among "sharing" things, sharing nudes was somewhere down that list. he doubted that it was.
he croaks when he receives it, immediately shutting his phone and almost chucking it out of window of his soulless dorm. his room is quiet, save for his roommate bepo's soft snores. law blinks his eyes shut from the sheer stress of this moment. what the hell did you just send him?! he flinches even with his eyes shut. it definitely doesn't help that the picture is practically burned into his retina.
you didn't mean to send it to him. you couldn't. you and him were always so professional! always so focused on doing things the right way! you were a prim and proper lady! you couldn't have possibly sent it to him on your own accord. you... you probably meant to send it to someone else and sent him instead. and that means that it'll be wrong - both morally and logically - for law to jerk off to it.
his dick aches beneath his sleep shorts, and law mumbles under his breath, "oh for fucks' sake..."
across the room, bepo stirs in his sleep and law bites down his cheek and gets up. he was going to regret this later. whipping around his neck quickly to check if you were somehow in his room, he tip-toes to the bathroom. once inside, the man tugs down his shorts and lets them hang around his knees. his erect dick stands in front of him, taunting, and with shaky fingers, he opens your chats.
the picture's still there. law opens it and stares at it. his palm almost flies to his dick, like that's all he was supposed to do, like that was all he was made for. he fists the base of his cock, tightening his grip around the appendage till it borderline hurts. he shouldn't do this. but then he moves his hand up 'n down slowly, taking his time with each slow, deliberate drag.
slowly, his pace catches on. he moves his skilled palms with expert ease over his veiny cock. his thumb moves quick across the screen of his mobile, zooming in onto all the lewd details of the picture. god. he holds his bottom lip between his teeth and cries out a chorus of grunts. his flesh is sensitive to the touch, like something so unwholly his, something that belongs more to you than to his.
trafalgar d. water law closes his eyes and loses himself in the feeling of his own rough, calloused palm tugging on his slimy cockhead. in his futile fantasies, you come to him. you straddle your hips over his, part open your thighs like you did in the picture and gulp up his member one inch at a time. law tightens his grip on his own cock, like imitating a poor impression of your velvety walls. his cock throbs under his hold and he quickly spits on it, imitating your wet, inviting cunt.
he loses himself into the feeling of his cock fucking into his fist, pretending it's you relieving him rather than his own hand. his orgasm comes rough and quick; something sudden that tears through his body.
as an aftermath, law slumps forward. his breath is laboured and back wet from sweat. his bleary vision falls to the floor, where pearlescent drops of his cum are splattered. before he can lament the clean-up session, someone knocks on his door.
bepo yawns, "how long are you gonna be in there? i gotta pee."
law widens his eyes and instinctively hides his phone behind his back, even with the closed door between him and his roommate. law clears his throat, "five mins."
"mhm. fine." his roommate yawns again.
law puts down his phone to a side carefully and busies himself with a quick cleanup. stuck in between cleaning the floor and his own thighs, he misses the soft chime of a notification. he'd only get to find this out thirteen minutes later, but you had just texted him: hey, law...? do you wanna do some lab work at my place next time?
a.n: my op fandom, i return to you after what seems like years of separation. missed you lots. enjoy the filth ya nasties. mwuah mwuah <3
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