SUMMARY: You should really start being cautious, even more now that you are a pirate and find yourself at the place where one of the biggest marine bases is. But could you really be blamed when the hottest man you’ve ever seen in your entire life takes you to an alley to fuck you?
GENRE: Smut
WARNINGS: Exhibitionism kink.
WORD COUNT: 1.4k words
Current part > Part 2
Nami’s instructions were simple. Keep it on the low, buy everything you need without drawing too much attention, and then return to the Merry safe. And you thought you were doing a good job. You were taking a walk through Loguetown, just looking, in hopes of seeing something pretty enough worth a couple of berries, when you saw him.
A tall man, smoking two cigars. He was… distracting to say the least.
You tried your best to ignore him, continue with your plans, but you could feel his gaze, burning. He was following every move, every step, every breath, and god, you were going insane.
A part of you was worried. Did you bring too much attention? Maybe he was suspecting you were a pirate. But the other part (the one you were worried could take control any time soon) was enjoying the attention and wanted to get closer to him, to keep his attention on you.
Was that a problem? Probably. Did you care? Not at all. You didn’t even know the man, but god, your mind was going through the most insane and hot scenarios in that moment.
It was simple, the man was hot.
A couple more minutes passed, and he was actually the one who approached you.
“Looking for somethin’ in particular?” You heard him say, but didn’t turn around to look at him.
“Not really, just, you know, looking around. Waiting for something to catch my eye.” You turned around and felt your breath caught in your throat. His presence was overwhelming. His whole body was towering over yours, and you felt something warm in your core, and your cheeks were burning. Your eyes roamed all over his uncovered chest, and smiled.
When you least expected it, he was cornering your whole body against a wall in an alley he guided you to. Mouth hot against your neck, while one of his hands was covering your mouth, preventing you from making any sounds.
“Mhng.” You rolled your eyes to the back of your head. Your lower part of your body was rubbing against his hard-on.
“Shh. You gotta keep quiet if you want me to continue.” You looked into his eyes and nodded. His hand left your mouth. Any self-respect you had flew out the window the moment you heard him groan.
Smoker didn’t know what possessed him. For god’s sake, he was supposed to be patrolling, waiting for any sign of the Straw Hat pirate or his crew. But here he was, hands all over the ass of some girl whom he had just met. And it felt incredible.
You thanked yourself for choosing to wear a skirt earlier that day, making this easier and quicker for him.
The man moved your skirt up, pooling it around your waist. He didn’t waste any time, knowing fully well this had to be as quick as possible if he didn’t want any of his subordinates to search for him and find him in such a compromising situation.
He moved your panties to the side, followed by unbuttoning his jeans. You looked down and swore that you felt your stomach flip after looking at his size. You couldn’t stop looking at his cock, and you thank whatever god was listening for letting you experience this before going into the Grand Line.
He started to smear his precum all over his shaft as some form of lubricant. He moved one of your legs to give him better access and a view of your entrance. He angled himself, and your breath hitched.
As he was slowly going inside of you, you closed your eyes and crashed your head into the wall. Smoker couldn’t believe how gorgeous you were.
“Jump.” He whispered against your ear. You did as he said, and his grip on your waist was harder. Your legs wrapped around his waist. He waited just a little more before starting to move at a fast pace. Even if the two of you wanted to take your time, you knew this wasn’t going to be possible, at least not now.
You could feel every single time he was thrusting into you, making you shiver every single time his cock was hitting that spot that made your eyes roll. And the fact that anyone could just walk into this at any moment was making you get even more excited.
“F-ugh, taking me so well, aren’t you, pretty girl?” You felt yourself clench around him at the nickname. “So you liked being called that? Pretty?” Your body answered him involuntarily. He didn’t say anything else after that, he only wanted one thing: to feel you cum all around his cock.
Your gaze moved to the lower part where both of your bodies were connecting, and you couldn’t help but moan. Yeah, he was big, and you didn’t believe how you were able to take him all. There was a ring of precum and your juices forming at the base of this cock. You were hypnotized.
“Knew I wanted to have you like this the moment I saw you.” You started to roll your hips to match his thrusts, making the pleasure more intense, and you were grateful the man was strong enough to carry you and fuck you at the same time.
You were sure this type of man only comes once in a lifetime, and you were kinda sad that this was going to be a one-time thing, but he didn’t let you think too much, since you could feel his cock throb inside you.
“I’m gonna-“ You finally managed to say something, barely.
“You gonna what?” He was enjoying this a little too much. But you look at you, such a pretty girl, too cockdrunk to even say a word.
“Cum, pleaseplease, I have to-,” you whimpered when the tip of his cock was slamming against your sweet spot. Tears started to form in your eyes. You didn’t think it was possible to cum with only thrusting, but here he was, proving you wrong.
Your hands tugged at his jacket, your knuckles turning white from the force. He was such a view. Shirtless, his well-put hair now messy, smirk too dangerous, too handsome.
“It’s ok pretty girl, you can cum. Cum all over my cock. Show me how good I made you feel.” His voice plus his breath against your cheek did it for you. Your whole body tensed while you felt the pleasure roaming all over your body, leaving you numb.
It didn’t take him long to also cum, your pussy squeezing him soooo good. You could only feel his cock pulse, and his breathing was uneven. Each thrust started to become erratic. You wouldn’t tell him, but the overstimulation was feeling a little too good. With one final thrust, he filled you up with his thick cum.
“Shit.” He said while resting his head on your shoulder. “I didn’t mean to-“ You only shook your head.
“It’s ok.” You whispered. Your mind was hazy, and everything felt unreal. You were coming down from your high, body too weak to even be able to stand up properly. Thankfully, the man’s strong arms were preventing you from falling to the floor.
The sound of a transponder snail brought you back to reality.
“What happened?” He said as soon as he answered.
“Sir, pirates. Near the execution platform.” Pirates? Your gut told you, somehow, that your captain was involved. And the fact that the man who had just blown your mind a few minutes ago was receiving this call made you realize you had just made a mistake. A big one.
“Got it. See you there.” He ended the call and looked directly into your shocked eyes. “Gotta go pretty. Kinda bumbed out I have to leave you after this. But work’s calling.”
“Work?” You cleared your throat. “You are… You are… a marine.” You finally managed to say. The words felt heavy on your tongue.
“Smart.” He chuckled while he slowly put you down, making sure you were strong enough to stand on your own, and fixed your skirt. “I kinda wish we weren’t interrupted. But I really have to go.” He moved to the side the strands of hair that were covering your face to look at you one more time. You could feel his load drip down your thighs.
You wanted to say something to him, but you couldn’t really come up with anything, so you just nodded.
“I hope we meet again.” Oh, you were sure you were going to meet again.
A/N: He was so distracting while watching OPLA S2, my god I need him really bad. btw this was supposed to be posted yesterday, but i finished s2 yesterday and i was a crying mess and i was just too tired. s2 is just perfect!!!
You challenge Sanji to spar, unaware that it would change your friendship forever (aka Zoro has terrible timing).
Your friendship with Sanji had always been a good one and you weren’t exactly sure when things – for yourself, anyway – had begun to change; when those purely platonic feelings had changed into something… more. You weren’t sure when, but it had definitely happened.
Your previously fun cooking sessions became torturous sometimes, your heart racing whenever he would stand behind you, arms around your frame as his hands helped your own chop whatever it was that was needed for the day’s meal. Your heart would beat so loud you swore he could hear it or, even worse, feel it.
Despite it all, you managed to hide your feelings from almost everyone, and especially from Sanji. You could maintain the front of only harbouring a friendly love for the cook, even when inside, the truth wasn’t that simple.
Although you were trying your best to hide your feelings, you couldn’t help but… indulge yourself sometimes.
“Sanji,” you spoke to moment you entered the Going Merry’s kitchen, knowing that he would be in there.
“Yes, my sweet?”
There it was again. That name. The one he only used for you. The one that had Nami, who had discovered your feelings one drunken night, absolutely convinced that your feelings were reciprocated.
“He never calls anyone anything remotely near that!”She had said. “Madam, yes. Maybe even love. But never has he called anyone his! Never his sweet!”
You shook your head at the thought.
“Will you spar with me? I’m sick of practicing with Zoro, he’s too… Zoro.” You begged, face pleading with the man who, unknowingly to you, could never deny you anything.
He smiled at you for a moment, a glint in his eye that you couldn’t quite place, before replying.
“Of course I will, my sweet, as long as you’re sure you can handle it.” He said, wiping his hands on a hand towel then tossing it onto the counter behind him, his gaze never leaving yours.
You giggled at his teasing, a common occurrence between you both. You held his gaze, not daring to risk a glance at the grin on his lips.
“Maybe I’ll even win, Sanji. You’re awfully confident for someone who has never even sparred with me!”
Now it was his turn to laugh, and with a shake of his head, he led you out of the kitchen, walking towards your destination side-by-side while enjoying the light chatter that easily flowed between you.
The room was thankfully empty, Zoro presumably napping, when you arrived. Said swordsman had left his extremely heavy weights in the centre of the mats you used for sparring and you were glad that Sanji, despite his appearance, had the strength to move them for you. Despite being strong yourself, you most likely wouldn’t have been able to move them more than two steps without losing your grip and sending them clattering to the ground, or maybe even your feet.
“So,” Sanji turned to you with a small smile, something that wasn’t uncommon, “how do you want to do this?”
You watched him closely as he shrugged his jacket from his shoulders, placing it neatly on top of a barrel that had somehow ended up there. With him now facing away from you, you were given a moment to freely admire his frame without worrying about exposing yourself, only to quickly switch back to your façade the moment he turned back.
“What? How do I want to kick your ass?”
“If you say so, my sweet,”
A slight smile crawled onto your lips alongside the tiniest blush at the amused look he was giving you. The way he looked at you – as though you were the one who hung the stars in the sky – would often leave you feeling breathless and nervous under his piercing gaze.
You slid off your own jacket, carelessly tossing it to the side, unlike Sanji’s careful placement.
“Why don’t we just start off small? First to down the other, no countdown.” You offered.
Usually, your spars with Zoro would be the first to down the other for ten seconds, which was quite complicated when both of you hated losing and were able to rival the others fighting strength; your ‘fights’ would continue for extended periods of time.
Sanji nodded, moving to stand in the centre of the mat, you quickly following his movements, and as you both faced each other, preparing to spar, nerves suddenly sparked in your stomach.
You were about to spar with Sanji; the guy you have harboured feelings towards for a while now. The guy who you struggled to act normal around when he was close to you, even though it was just showing you the safest way to chop vegetables. The guy who you loved.
Oh, fuck, you love him.
“You’re ready, yeah?” The voice of the man plaguing your thoughts was, ironically enough, the one to pull you from them.
You nodded.
“On three?”
You nodded again, willing yourself to focus as he begun to countdown.
As expected, Sanji’s tactic was to fight with his legs, and you were quick to dodge his left leg swinging to knock you off your feet with a jump. With a perfect landing, you were able to grab his leg before he could be completely balanced and with a quick tug, you sent him toppling to the ground, leaving you giggling, him being quick to join in once he realised what had happened.
“Not a bad move,” he said as he took your outstretched hand, dusting himself off once he was steady again. “Again? This time to see who can subdue the other for three seconds?”
Your sparring session went on longer than anticipated, and had either of you been paying attention, you would have realised that it was nearing mealtime. Now, that would have been fine, had Sanji not been the one who was supposed to be finishing cooking the meal for said mealtime.
Sweat was beading on both of your faces as you tried to knock each other down, now having to do so for ten seconds to be crowned the winner of that fight.
The fabric of your shorts had lifted higher with each spar and Sanji’s shirt was becoming increasingly creased, something that was unnatural for him, yet he didn’t seem to notice, or perhaps he didn’t care.
Sanji had changed his tactics now and rather than opening with a kicker, literally, he instead waited for you to make the first move, which you were happy to oblige. Swinging, although with less power than you would in an actual fight, towards his middle, he narrowly dodged, sending his leg out to hopefully topple you.
His ankle hit your own with a speed that almost sent you to the ground, but you managed to steady yourself, digging your heels into the mat beneath you to do so. Your eyes quickly scanned his body, noticing how his chest was heaving and the ankle he had swung at you was still yet to fully land. Without a second thought, you dashed to trip him, watching the shock quickly cross his face before he reacted.
Sanji – clearly wanting to catch you off guard – used his hand to grab at your torso, hoping to down you instead, but rather than his move being successful, the pair of you toppled to the ground, the chef landing on his back with a groan and you landing on top of him.
Considering this a victory, you didn’t think much on the… compromising… position that you were currently in: Sanji lying on his back while you sat up in, body resting on his lap as you looked down at him with a triumphant grin.
“I win!” You said, pausing for a moment as you took in the sight beneath you.
Sanji, red-faced and panting through parted lips, looked up at you with something similar to admiration shining in his gaze as he watched you. Your eyes widened, a blush quickly covering your own face when his hand moved to rest on your waist, thumb caressing the skin below your raised shirt.
Nothing but both of your pants could be heard as you stared at each other, Sanji’s gaze momentarily dropping to your lips while you ran your tongue across, before lifting back up to your eyes, thumb still rubbing circles.
You weren’t entirely sure what possessed you – maybe it was his movements or maybe it was just him – as you slowly began to lean towards him, the last sight before you close your eyes being Sanji’s dilated pupils.
Your lips were millimetres apart, breaths hitting each other’s lips, when you hear a loud bang sound beside you, followed by heavy footsteps that you knew could only belong to thew crew’s swordsman.
Your body jolted, eyes shooting open as you practically jumped from Sanji’s lap with shaking hands before bolting from the training room, leaving behind a shocked Sanji and a very confused Zoro.
“Did I interrupt something?” Zoro asked, shooting Sanji a weird look.
Sanji lifted himself to his feet.
“Shut it, mosshead,”
“Whatever,” came his response. “Luffy says what’s for lunch since it’s late.”
The cooks’ eyes widen, an action which he was glad went unnoticed by Zoro, as he realised both the time and the fact that you had almost kissed him.
Sanji swallowed, nodding before wordlessly heading to the kitchen, leaving Zoro even more confused.
He couldn’t focus.
Sanji, a man who prided himself on his ability to cook anything with ease, could not focus. Well, he could focus, but not on the task at hand. No, the only thing his mind allowed him to think on was how the warmth of your body felt against his and the feeling of your pants against his face.
“Sanji,” Nami’s voice broke the silence in the room as he served up the lunch that he had struggled to cook. “Are you… okay?”
Sanji looked up at her, forcing a smile, as he nodded.
“Of course, love,”
Nami, of course, wasn’t convinced, and was only further convinced that something was going on when Sanji spent the entire meal watching the door while you weren’t there with them. In true Nami fashion, she did not comment, but she did keep the thought in mind for later use.
It was late into the night when you finally headed to the kitchen to grab some food, hovering outside the room long enough to check the Sanji was asleep.
You couldn’t face him. How could you ever face him again? You had almost kissed him! Sanji! How could you do such a thing!? He was your crewmate! Your… friend. That’s all you two were! Nothing more.
With a sigh, you quietly opened the door to the kitchen, flicking on a dim light to try and find something to eat. However, clearly Sanji had thought about you and had left you a plate of food on the side.
God, you wanted to hit him…
Why was he so nice to you…?
Your hands shook slightly as you reached for the plate, taking a deep breath to rid your mind of any thoughts that may pass through as you considered his kindness.
No, there was nothing but friendly concern behind his actions, right?
Sanij was a mess.
You hadn’t spoken to him in three days.
Three days.
He had seen you in passing, you desperately avoiding his gaze while he tried everything to get your attention.
He watched you spar with Zoro, laugh with Nami, even watch Usopp make his latest ‘bullets, but you wouldn’t talk to him… You wouldn’t even look at him.
Did he make you uncomfortable?
Did you hate him?
God, he hoped not. That was the last thing he’d ever want! He only ever wanted you to be happy. Knowing he had made you uncomfortable pained him in ways that he couldn’t explain. He knew that he had to apologise - to right his wrongs – because the last thing he wanted was for you to hate him…
Sanji watched you fix Luffy’s lopsided hat as he devised a plan.
The kitchen was dark, as to be expected at such a time.
You were later than usual for your secret meal, Nami having kept you busy asking way too many questions that you were not willing to indulge her in. She already knew that you had feelings for Sanji, what more did she need to know? But as you walked into the kitchen, you couldn’t shake her words from your mind.
“He seems heartbroken that you won’t talk to him! I mean, he just watches you all day long!”
Yeah, right. She clearly just wanted to ease the tension that had arisen since then; you had never heard Sanij and Zoro argue so much!
You didn’t bother to flick on the light, already knowing the path to the counter where Sanji would leave you food, although, for some reason, bright light flooded your vision regardless of your decision.
“Y/N…” A whisper of your name had your body tensing, head spinning as you thought yourself under attack.
“Sanij, you scared me!” You scolded with a shake of your head.
He paused for a moment, shooting you an apologetic smile.
“Sorry,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Can we talk?”
Now it was your turn to pause, and with a shaky inhale, you nodded, mumbling a quiet okay before leaning against the counter behind you as you fiddled with your fingers.
Sanji watched your gaze drop as he stood opposite you, wracking his brain for the apology he had planned earlier that day as he watched you. It all seemed in vain now while he stood in front of you, unable to recall a single word from his apology.
“I’m sorry,” he said, unaware of your confused gaze on him as he stared at the ground. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable by…” he hesitated before correcting himself. “When we were sparring. I was simply intoxicated by the closeness,” he finished, unable to resist the flirtation falling from his lips. He was about to apologise again for the flirtation, until you started giggling.
His gaze darts up to your smiling face.
“Come here,” you whisper, holding your arms wide to beckon him for a huge, one which he is glad to indulge in.
He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tight against his chest as you did the same. You could feel the shake of his body and the creases of his shirt as he hugged you, and you weren’t fairing much better.
“The problem isn’t that I was uncomfortable,” you muttered against his chest, just loud enough for him to hear you. One hand moved to your hair, caressing lightly to encourage you to continue. “The problem is that I wasn’t… I wanted to kiss you, Sanji.”
Sanji froze, eyes widening as he slowly pulled away from the hug, looking at your blushing cheeks with a soft smile. His hand raised to your cheek, feeling the warmth against his palm as you looked up at him, the darkness beneath his eyes evident as you looked up at him.
“You still can, my sweet,” he said, free hand moving to your waist as he slowly leaned down, giving you chance to move away if you wished.
You didn’t, but you did have a question to ask.
“This isn’t just a one-time thing, is it?” You whispered, the breath of your questiom hitting his lips.
He shook his head.
“God, no. I’ve wanted nothing but to kiss you for the last four months,” he answered earnestly, lips hovering above yours until your hand grasped the back of his neck, pulling him down to press your lips against his.
A muffled noise of satisfaction left his lips as he pressed you further into the counter, thumb caressing your cheek gently as you pulled him closer to deepen the kiss. The hand that rested on your waist moved to grip at the counter beside you to keep his cool as your hand tangled itself in his hair.
Too caught up in the movement of your lips, neither you nor Sanji heard the kitchen door open until Zoro spoke.
“Glad to see you two are talking again,” he said, moving to grab a glass from beside you without sparing either of you another glance.
Sanji pulled back in both panic and shock, glaring at Zoro who paid him no attention.
“Could you have not knocked?”
“Needed a drink,” Zoro said cooly. “How was I supposed to know you two were making up in here?” He shrugged, leaving you chuckling into Sanji’s chest while Zoro left.
Sanji’s head rested itself in the crook of your neck, smiling into the skin.
Reader is part of the Whitebeard Pirates and is in a relationship with Ace. One day, she hears Ace grunting and making odd sounds, and when she opens the kitchen door, she finds both Ace and Thatch in a compromising position. She misreads the situation, thinking Ace is cheating on her with Thatch. Marco shows up and makes the situation worse.
The kitchen aboard the Moby Dick was usually a loud place—but not this kind of loud.
From the hallway, you paused. A muffled thud. A strained grunt. Another voice—low, irritated. “…hold still, will you?!”
Your stomach dropped. That was Ace. And… Thatch? You edged closer, heart starting to pound. The door to the kitchen was slightly ajar, warm light spilling through the crack. Another noise—closer this time. A scuffle. A sharp exhale.
You didn’t think. You pushed the door open. And froze. Ace and Thatch were way too close together. Thatch had Ace by the arm, both of them leaning over the counter, bodies practically pressed together as they struggled. Ace’s face was flushed, teeth clenched as he twisted, clearly trying to pull away.
“Just let me go already!” Ace snapped.
“Not until you admit you were stealing again!” Thatch shot back, tightening his grip.
Your brain did not process “food theft.”
It processed everything else. Your face went blank. “…wow…okay then,” you said slowly, already backing toward the door. “I’m just gonna…leave you to it, yep.”
Ace blinked. “…huh?”
You turned to leave.
“WAIT—!” Ace yanked hard, finally breaking free from Thatch’s hold—only to stumble forward, nearly knocking over a stack of plates in the process. “It’s not what it looks like!” he shouted, pointing wildly between himself and Thatch. “I was just trying to grab food and he—!”
“Oh, so that’s what you’re calling it now?” Thatch cut in dryly, crossing his arms with a grin.
Ace looked like he might actually combust.
Before he could explain further, another voice drifted in from the doorway behind you.
“Well, well,” came the amused tone of Marco, who leaned casually against the frame. “Didn’t realise the kitchen doubled as a private meeting room, yoi.”
Ace’s soul visibly left his body. “IT’S NOT LIKE THAT EITHER!”
Marco raised a brow, clearly unconvinced—and very entertained.
You hesitated. Something about the scene finally clicked. The overturned pantry crate. The scattered bread rolls. Thatch’s grip was more exasperated than anything else. Ace’s very real look of panic—not guilt.
Oh. Oh no. Your shoulders dropped. “…oh.”
Ace turned to you immediately. “Oh?? That’s all you’ve got?!”
You walked back into the kitchen, now seeing it clearly for what it was: Ace, caught red-handed trying to sneak food again.
Thatch snorted. “Told you this would happen eventually.”
You pressed a hand to your face, half-laughing, half-mortified. “I thought— I mean, you two were— and the noises—”
“I was being attacked!” Ace protested.
“By consequences,” Thatch corrected.
Marco chuckled softly from the doorway. “This is better than I expected.”
You stepped up to Ace and, without another word, wrapped your arms around him.
He stiffened for a second—then relaxed instantly, burying his face into your shoulder with a groan.
“…you thought I was cheating on you with Thatch,” he muttered.
You nodded into his chest. “For, like… five very confusing seconds.”
He pulled back just enough to look at you, incredulous. “Thatch?!”
“Hey!” Thatch said, offended.
You laughed, tightening your hug. “You’re an idiot.”
Ace huffed. “…yeah, but I’m your idiot.”
Marco clapped slowly from the doorway. “Touching. Truly. Now, can someone explain why half the kitchen looks like it lost a fight?”
“Ask him,” Thatch said, pointing at Ace.
Ace groaned again. And just like that, the chaos returned to normal.
Synopsis: It had been 5 months since you last saw your red-headed lover, but you knew that once he returned, he wouldn't be leaving without you.
A/n: Might expand more later, or might not. I'm just trying to get out of writers block so have some Shanks :P
5 months.
It had been 5 months since you last saw him, and while the ache in your chest should have lessened by now, it only seemed to grow worse by the day. You were currently trying to ease the ache by relaxing on the beach, the sound of the waves crashing into the rocks filling your ears. The sand was warm and usually comforted you, but all you could think about was how much you missed his warmth.
"He'll be here soon, Y/n"
Your eye peeked open, squinting up at the little boy that towered over you. Luffy had also been missing Shanks and had been constantly reminding you of his absence. A sigh came from you as you sat up and turned to your brother, "Luffy..."
His face scrunched up in pain at your tone, heart sinking as you tried to let him down softly. "No, he'll come back soon. You have to have faith." He fought back, face still full of pain as he rocked on his feet. Your eyes wandered out to the sea in front of you, bottom lip between your teeth as you tried to find the right words. Shanks usually wasn't gone for this long, the most he had been away was two months. While you knew that probably meant he would never return, the 7-year-old behind you didn't.
Part of you wondered if this was your fault. After all, the last time he left you made him promise that next time you would be coming with him. Which was something Luffy didn't know about.
He would be fine, of course, considering the townspeople treated him like he was one of their own. It would be hard being away from your brother but you knew your heart couldn't take another second being away from Shanks. He was your home, and you were beginning to grow violently homesick.
Luffy opened his mouth to start up again, but it slammed shut at the sound of the bells ringing from the town hall, signaling that a ship had arrived. Luffy inhaled sharply, hope filling his chest as he grabbed your hand and yanked you up from the sand. "It might be him!!! We have to go!!!"
You tried to argue with him, but it was no use. So you let him drag you all the way through the town until you reached the port. "Luffy, buddy it's probably not him-"
An arm wrapped around you, ripping you from Luffy's grasp as you were hauled back into a chest. Kisses were peppered all over your face and neck as sweet nothings were whispered in between the pecks. Your brain finally caught up with your heart and a smile burst across your lips.
"Shanks!! You're back!!" Luffy cried out as he bounded towards you two.
Shanks turned you swiftly as he continued peppering kisses all over your face. You giggled from the tickle of his stubble, relief and happiness filling every crevice of your body until you were quite literally vibrating in his embrace. "I missed you, my love," Shanks said as you pulled back a little to take him in. His brown eyes were warm and loving, and your homesickness seemed to disappear under his gaze.
Shanks acknowledged Luffy who was currently pulling at his jacket and asking a million questions about his recent journeys, which gave you a chance to look him over for any injuries. Spotting none, you grabbed his hand and motioned for him and Luffy to follow you to the bar you frequently visited. "How about we take this conversation elsewhere?"
Im here to say that college!au opla!zoro is your most superior zoo version yet. Please share any more thoughts you have on this cute couple!!!! I love their dynamic so much
listen;;;;;; i love college!au opla!zoro so much. so…… because i am… unwell about this man, sfw and nsfw headcanons/snippets of college!au opla!zoro (most of this is based on the death before decaf fic where zoro is a fencer and reader is a physical therapy major):
sfw:
afternoon naps on the ratty old couch in the living room of his dorm; luffy is his roommate who is simultaneously never there but also randomly always there at the weirdest most inopportune moments
“what did you say he studies?” “uh… something about international policy but he got in on a sports scholarship too.” “yeah? what’s he do?” “gymnastics.” “wait — seriously?” “yeah he’s /weird/ flexible.”
sharing pizza at midnight, sitting in his lap as he scrolls through highlight reels of past olympic fencing bouts, his chin occasionally brushing against your shoulder as he explains all the different rules and moves; you can feel the light stubble, feel the deep rumble of his voice along your arm where it’s pressed against his chest
him kissing you awake, opening your eyes to find him smiling, smirking, more like — “morning…” “mornin’. you were drooling on my pillow.” “shut up!” “nah, it was cute.” more kissing, you trying to shove his face into the pillow, him easily pinning you beneath him, arching an eyebrow; you sigh, blushing, “it’s too early for this.” “it’s never too early for this.”
jerking apart when you both hear luffy’s voice shouting from the living room, “have fun you guys! i’m going to usopp’s to watch the game! don’t forget to hydrate and take breaks! oh — and i left guac for you guys in the fridge!”
“i thought he was gone!” “i thought so too —” zoro groaning when you hear the door slam, burying his face in your shoulder
study sessions where he’s just doing weight training in the corner and it takes everything you have not to be distracted by the shape of him, shirtless, powering through reps of bicep curls, when he drops to the ground for pushups, the way he grins when he catches you staring and asks if you want to help hold his feet down for situps
coffee runs in the morning, standing in line with his arm draped around your shoulders; nami grinning, “see? toldya making out would’ve solved things.”
pecks goodbye in front of the main lecture building, hearing the way the rest of the fencing team hoots after you turn away, hearing zoro loudly telling them to shut the fuck up if they don’t want their asses beat
him blushing up a storm when you wrap your scarf around him and scold him again for forgetting his own, saying that he needs to take better care of his body if he’s gonna make it to the olympics; him scoffing and looking away and, “well… i’ve got you to take care of it for me, don’t i?”
nsfw: (mdni beyond this point pls)
fucking the locker rooms post bout, his hand cushioned behind your head because say what you will about jock!zoro but he’s still something of a gentleman
netflix and chill saturday nights bc he doesn’t have practice sunday mornings and he’s not about to let all that time to go waste; leaving the tv on as he pulls you over his lap, fingers dancing up the sides of your waist, pressing you down over his cock, groaning when he fists his hands in your hair and pulls
drunk!fucking at frat parties in strangers bedrooms, bc who tf cares who this room belongs to as long as there’s a bed and a door that somewhat locks and sure, the sheets are gonna smell like sex after you’re finished but who’s gonna try and fuck with you when zoro’s always got an arm around you, when he’s got you tucked into his side whenever you’re together, even if it’s just studying at the library or sitting at lunch in the dining commons
the most jealous, possessive sex… bc. zoro doesn’t share.
making out in the stacks bc you said you were getting a reference book but you were gone a bit too long and zoro had come to “find you” only to find you trying to reach a book on a level that’s just a bit too high; him reaching up to pull it down for you, pressing a hand to your lower stomach and pulling you back against his chest, “need some help, princess?”
fumbling back to his dorm after said failed study session in the library, him kicking the door shut and tossing you on his bed, him mumbling some cheesy line about needing to brush up on his anatomy before pushing your knees up and burying his face between your thighs
Can I request "comparing hand sizes" for Roronoa Zoro with gn reader please?
You were walking over to where Zoro was lifting weights on the deck when you stopped to look back at Usopp and Luffy, both of whom were smiling like a pair of idiots and giving you a pair of thumbs up, as if that would solve all of the nervousness you were feeling right now along with feelings of regret for going along with this and stupidity for thinking that this would ever work well in your favour.
In that moment there were no two people you hated more in this moment then Luffy and Usopp, hating yourself for ever thinking that telling Usopp your feelings for the swordsman would ever be kept a secret. For he went off and told Luffy, who then told Sanji who -begrudgingly- gave advice in the form of comparing hand sizes, claiming that it could be regarded as flirting if done correctly. So Usopp and Luffy were making -read: forcing- you to go and do exactly that with Zoro in hopes of getting the point across. you didn’t exactly have high hopes that it’ll work but you were being forced to go through with it regardless.
‘I hate you.’ You mouthed to the pair who only smiled wider.
‘We love you too.’ Usopp replied as Luffy only laughed.
You huffed and started saying prayers in your head that Zoro wouldn’t be too bothered by you disturbing his training session as you go closer and closer to him, eyes already trained on the somewhat veiny hands of his that gripped the ridiculously heavy weight, wondering what they would feel like. Would they feel rough with callouses from his years of sword training? Would they feel as though you were gripping steel cloaked in velvet? Would they feel as though you were holding something that was thrumming with a hidden power lying dormant beneath his skin? You don’t know and wouldn’t know unless you did this stupid thing and get it over with.
‘(Name)?’ You heard Zoro’s voice breach your mind, making the thoughts you had within it scatter to the farthest corners of your mind, realising that you were so lost within your head that you didn’t realise that you were standing right in front of Zoro, not until you looked up and saw his sharp eyes trained on you through furrowed brows. ‘You okay? Is there something you need?’ He asked and suddenly your thirst felt dry, your voice was nonexistent and speaking coherent words became difficult to you, lacking any and all subtlety as what came out of your mouth before your brain could filter them was:
‘Give me your hand.’
Zoro’s eyes widened then furrowed again in skepticism, his eyes darting nearby you as though waiting for someone to pop out from behind you, glancing over to where Usopp and Luffy were just as the pair ducked down to hide from the man’s glare before looking back to you again as he placed the dumbbell by his feet. The noise alone of metal on wood was enough for you to think that if he hadn’t placed it down the way he did then the dumbbell would’ve made a whole in the ship by now with how heavy it was, the sound reminded you of those bell towers and how their sound would reverberate throughout the entire town, so loud you thought you could feel it within your teeth.
‘Give you my hand?’ He said.
‘Yes.’ You said back.
‘Why?’ He asks, furrowing his brows even more as he leaned towards you, a slight hint of amusement within his eyes that you couldn’t see through your own want to just plunge into the ocean below, hoping that would save you from this embarrassment of a situation. ‘I want to do something.’ Was all you said as you help out your own hand nervously, pleading with him in your mind to play along and stop asking questions , feeling Usopp’s and Luffy’s eyes digging into your back as you waited for him to respond.
Zoro looked to you and to your hand and back to you again -reading you from head to toe in ways you couldn’t see- and shrugged his shoulders as he placed his hand into yours, heavy and strong that you couldn’t help but caress the back of his hand with your thumb and feel every individual vein there gingerly. You moved your hands so that your palms were pressed to one another’s, your fingers barely as long nor as thick as his, they rested just a couple of inches before before his finished and his closely cropped nails began.
Zoro’s hand was everything and nothing like you’ve ever seen or felt before, they were rough with callouses like you assumed they would be but were also soft with the way it was pressed against you, they were like steel cloaked in velvet but were warm like a fire and equally as dangerous. His hand was thrumming with a power beneath his skin but also comforting and protective, you saw how his fingers instinctively wanted to accompany your own, nestle your hand within his large palm and fingers in a blanket of warmth, never to let any cold reach you under his protection.
He was fighting against his own need to keep you safe as you continued to see the after differences between your hand and his. Neither of you said anything, just watching as how your fingers easily slipped in between his own, no longer pressed against him but intertwined with his as he reciprocated the gesture by closing his hand over your own, drawing it close to his face as he kissed it all the while keeping his eyes on your own like a predator watching his prey closely. Your breath hitched in your throat as he does so, making him huff out a little laugh as his eyes twinkled in amusement, he was getting a kick out of your reaction, your plan had backfired in the best way.
‘Was this what you wanted?’ He asked, letting you reclaim your hand after he was done kissing it.
‘Yes, yes, I gotta go now…bye.’ You spat out as you rushed to get away from him, feeling his eyes on your back and his laughter lingering within your head, your face was flustered and warm to the touch as you moved past Usopp and Luffy without stopping to see their reaction, wanting nothing more then to hide away the ridiculously large smile that graced your lips.
Zoro on the other hand watched as you left before looking down at his hand you held, feeling your warmth still there as though you never pulled away, flexing his fingers as a smile broke onto his lips. You were strange but in the best way, he knew Usopp and Luffy set you up to this, the pair could barely hide themselves from his gaze, but he wasn’t going to say anything in case it would cut the moment short for you both. He bent down to pick the dumbbell again to continue his reps, thinking of how the training equipment didn’t fit his hand as nicely as yours did.
SUMMARY: You were praying you would never meet Smoker again after the fiasco at Loguetown. But the universe had other plans.
GENRE: Smut
WARNINGS: Rough sex.
WORD COUNT: 1.6k words
Part 1 < Current Part > Part 3
You were now in Alabasta, where a secret organization wanted to take your friend’s country under its control. A freaking warlord of the sea was behind all of this. And even under such pressure, you couldn’t even pay the proper attention to the situation the moment you saw Captain Smoker on the island.
Right now, he was gripping your arm, taking you to god knows where. And while you were letting him guide you (more like dragging you), you couldn’t help but remember the face he made when he saw you at the Loguetown’s plaza, near the execution platform, when you were fighting marines in order to escape with your crew.
You felt guilty for a reason. You could still see the way his expression fell for just a moment before he quickly regained composure. Not showing how disappointed and angry he was. But now you could tell how mad he has been ever since that night.
He took you to what appeared to be an abandoned building, far from the main streets of Nanohana. He quickly opened the door, shoving you inside, making you almost trip thanks to your skirt and the force he used.
“Wow, you’re such a gentleman.” You scoffed at him. Making your way to the table that was in the middle of the room, and leaning onto it.
“What are you doing here?” Smoke was coming out of his mouth.
“You brought me here.”
“What are you? A comedian?” You tried to suppress the smile that was forming on your face. Yeah, you wanted to have fun, or at least make him lose his patience and get on his nerves. “What are you doing in Alabasta?”
“Well, we…” You quickly stopped yourself from telling him anything. “None of your business, Captain.”
“It is my business, the moment I saw your captain. A captain, that let me remind you, has a bounty.” You rolled your eyes at his seriousness. What happened to the Smoker that fucked you in that alley? Oh yeah, he was an uptight marine captain who, unfortunately, was hotter while being angry.
“I can’t tell you. Really. And even if I could, I wouldn’t do it.” You whispered the last part the moment you saw him slowly walking in your direction. You were looking at the floor the moment he was just a few inches away from you.
Smoker tried his best to be serious, to not show how much it was affecting him the fact that only a flimsy piece of fabric was covering your breasts, and he was thankful you didn’t dare to look back at him, because if you did, you were going to see his pupils fully blown out.
You, on the other hand, with this angle, could see his abs without being too obvious. You felt your face burn, embarrassed that even in this situation, you just wanted him to take you and make you his.
His hand gripped your neck, making you look him directly in the eyes. You gulped at the sudden action and couldn’t help but whimper. You didn’t realize when he stopped smoking and threw his cigars to the floor.
“You have no idea how mad I am right now. Why didn’t you tell me you were a pirate?” You grabbed his wrist with both of your hands, but didn’t try to move his hand away from you as if you were actually preventing him from letting you go.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were a marine?”
“I did. Or did I fucked you stupid enough that you don’t remember it anymore, pretty girl?” Your grip became stronger. “What? Did I strike a nerve?” He smirked.
“Fuck you.” You spat, and that was all it took for Smoker to lose all his temper. He let go of your neck and turned you around, back against his chest.
“Such a filthy mouth. I miss when the only sounds coming out of you were moans and whimpers.” He whispered against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “You know this little outfit of yours lets little to the imagination.” He grabbed the fabric of your skirt, moving it up to have better access to your ass.
“Smoker…” you hissed.
“You want me to stop?” You waited for some seconds and shook your head. You needed him inside you the moment you heard him mutter, “Follow me,” when he found you. He quickly helped you remove your panties and put them in the pocket of his jacket since you were distracted. And just as before, you were both short on time.
You only felt his tip rubbing against your folds, using your wetness as a lubricant, smearing it all over his shaft. You could feel him splitting you open, making your body fall to the table, both arms preventing your face from hitting it. Your mind went blank, and your ears started buzzing as you adjusted to his size. It has only been a couple of days, and you missed the way he felt inside you.
He was now pounding into you, each thrust leaving you breathless. You hid your face in your arms and tried your best not to make any sound. Failing miserably.
“God, you feel so good. So sad you are a fucking pirate.” You clenched at his words, and he picked up the pace.
“Shitshitshitshit” you panted. This was nothing compared to the first time. You swore you could feel him in your stomach with every thrust. He was brutal. You felt overwhelmed.
His hands were gripping your hips strongly enough that you were sure he was going to leave bruises on your skin, a reminder of this encounter that you didn’t want to forget any time soon.
“That’s it. Made for taking my cock.” Your walls were fluttering around him. Shocks of electricity traveled from your core all over your body. Both of your hands were clenched into fists.
“Sm-smokes.” You whimpered his name.
“You are so pretty when you are like this.” You used both of your arms to incorporate yourself. “Such.” Thrust. “A.” Thrust. “Good.” Thrust. “Girl.” Thrust. One of his hands slid through your hair and yanked your head towards him.
“Smoker, please- please, I need to.” He chuckled.
“No, I don’t think so.” He started to slow down. And you groaned. So fucking unfair.
“Wait. No, please let me…” You gulped. You were thirsty. The hot weather, plus the previous actions, were leaving you lightheaded and not in a pleasant way. He was still grabbing you by the hair. “I’ll do anything.” He thrusted only once, earning a whine from you.
“Anything?” He started to move again. You could hear the wetness from your core. You could only hum since his hand was still on your head. “What are you doing here?”
“Not that.” And even if you managed once again to get on his nerves, he couldn’t deny that you felt really good all over his cock.
“No?” His hand slowly went to your neck, preventing you from falling to the table. You shook your head. That’s it. He wasn’t going to be merciful with you. You wanted to act like a brat? He will treat you like one. His pace was now frenetic, not leaving space for any type of break. Your orgasm was finally building up. He started to feel you throb around him and hissed.
“I shouldn’t let you cum. You don’t deserve it. Getting on my nerves. Lying to me-“
“ I didn’t-“ you interrupted him, and he tightened his grip around your neck, choking you.
“Don’t interrupt me. See? You don’t deserve to feel good. But fuck-“ His thrusts were starting to become sloppy. “I want to feel you, want to feel you squeeze my cock.” You managed to look him in the eye, and you could see it. The desire, the lust, the need. You shuddered. You were so close.
“Plea-se” You whispered while looking into his eyes. Smoker didn’t know what had taken over him and kissed you. You sighed into the kiss, and with a brutal thrust, you came undone. Your whole body trembled, your mind disconnected. You felt like floating. Smoker wasn’t far behind from his own release. A few more thrusts and you could feel his cock pulsing inside of you.
You were too weak, and Smoker could tell. Your whole body relaxed, and he prevented you from collapsing by hugging you. Something inside you warmed up at the action, but you quickly suppressed it.
You complained the moment you felt him move out of you, leaving you empty. physically and emotionally. His cum was leaking out of you. He took his time adjusting your clothes and turning you around, so now you were face-to-face, but not really looking at each other. Actually, both of you were looking anywhere but each other.
“I-“ he shook his head, and you put your lips in a fine line.
“I know you won’t tell me anything. And I don’t need to. But you need to know,” his hand grabbed your chin, making you look at him, “if your captain causes any disturbance, I’ll go for him, and this time I won’t let him go.” Your heart dropped to the bottom of your stomach. You only nodded.
You stayed like that, looking into each other's eyes, not wanting to leave the musty place. Knowing fully well that the movement you leave, he was your enemy, and vice versa. And this time it was you who took the initiative to leave. As you made your way to the door, you turned your head around and smiled.
“Well, see you later, Captain.” And in the blink of an eye, you were gone. Smoker smiled. Of course, you knew he was going to see again. In the end, your captain was an expert on attracting attention.
