obedience has always been the antithesis of Monkey D. Luffy's entire existence, as his freedom derived from the ability to live life by the beat of his own drum. but when it came to you, he was ready to abandon everything he believed in...
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cw/tags: fem!/afab!reader, established relationship, post-timeskip, porn without plot, use of gendered language, mature language, lots of smut! ; cunnilingus, submissive!luffy, finger sucking, handjobs, spit as lube (?), p in v sex, does it count as unprotected if he's made of rubber?; don't worry there's some fluff here (if you squint), hardly proofread as always, MDNI pls!
the restless roaring of the waves in the New World did little to soothe the dull ache slowly building in your temples, the weight of your head on your shoulders growing heavier by the second. the sudden absence of the setting sun informed you were approaching your fourth hour sat hunched over the crinkled scrap of parchment, illegible scribbles and coordinates sprawled every which way.
after a nasty scuffle with an undercover marine at the last docked island, Nami suffered a sprained wrist from a failed thunder tempo. Chopper instructed that in order for her to heal properly and within her insistent time frame of one week, she must avoid strenuous activities that could make her injury worse.
a few days after the incident you found Nami cradling her wrist, wincing in pain as she tried to discreetly complete the finishing marks on one of the smaller islands on her map. it was in that moment that you offered to complete the map for her, reassuring her that you would follow her thorough notes down to the last letter. to your surprise, Nami agreed, throwing her arms around your shoulders as she voiced her gratitude.
now, you resented your kind heart as it did nothing to soothe the unforgiving tension in your back.
the faint sound of three knocks against the door to the captain’s quarters pulled your attention from attempting to massage your own neck, your hand falling to the desk with a dull thud.
“come in,” you called softly, suddenly aware of the fact that most of your crew members would be asleep at this hour.
the door opened with low creak, and a familiar pair of big brown eyes and a mischievous smile slowly peered from the other side. your heart fluttered at the sight of your captain, a soft smile pulling at your lips as you beckoned him to enter. Luffy beamed at the gesture, his bare feet happily slapping against the floor as he made his way over to you. strong arms draped themselves over your shoulders as Luffy hugged you from behind, his plush lips traveling eagerly down your neck and shoulders.
“whatcha working on, pretty girl?” he asked, his breath ghosting over the sensitive skin behind your ear.
“the same thing that i’ve been working on all day,” you sighed, the hefty exhaustion suddenly apparent in your voice as you leaned into his touch. but as much as you’d love to drop whatever you were doing and join your boyfriend in his bed, you had a promise to uphold. and since the person linked to that promise had a reputation of collecting debts whenever she so pleased, you really couldn’t afford to break it.
“i’m hungry, baby,” Luffy whined, his chin now resting on your shoulder as his slender fingers fiddled with the delicate bow holding your nightgown together by your breasts.
“i’m about ninety-five percent sure Sanji left you a snack in the galley for such an occasion,” you insisted, adjusting yourself in your seat before continuing your sketch of a small patch of land west of Alubarna. a fond warmth filled your chest as you skimmed over your navigator’s careful notes of Alabasta, her reverence for her lover’s country evident in the way she follows — and notes — its current events. “i’m busy, Lu. you know Nami would have my head if i didn’t complete this section by tonight! i’ll come find you when i’m done, i promise.”
you didn’t miss the way Luffy sunk further into your neck, no doubt pouting over your disloyalty.
“but i don’t want food..” Luffy mumbled, his voice suddenly low and husky.
you paid no mind to the shift in his demeanor, however, as there was a much more concerning issue at hand. “what?! you — the man that swallowed and choked on a turkey leg because the meat ‘wasn’t enough’ — doesn’t want food?”
“that was one time!” he fussed, his neck contorting to lean over onto your chest in a way that would be uncomfortable for anyone who wasn’t made of rubber. “this is different..”
“you’re crazy,” you chuckled, shaking your head as you resumed your task.
a few beats of stiff silence passed before Luffy’s mouth was back on you, his kisses slow and intentional as he made his way down your shoulder. your breath hitched in your throat as he slithered down to your chest, gently suckling the plush skin that resided on your breast.
“Luffy,” you warned, trying your best to maintain your composure and focus on the task at hand. but the quick rise and fall of your traitorous lungs began to convince only spurred him on. “i’m working..”
“i know,” Luffy insisted against your collarbone, his teeth grazing your skin as he became more determined.
“ohhkayyy well if you know, then can i please get back to my work?” you chuckled, pulling him off gently and bringing his lips to your own in a chaste kiss. “you know i love you, but the faster you leave me alone, the faster we can spend time together.”
“but that’s no fun,” he argued, his eyes dark with want. “plus, i like seeing you all worked up; it’s hot.”
your cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassment and your heightened arousal, “flattery will get you nowhere.”
Luffy grinned against your skin, puffs of hot air blowing against your exposed shoulder as continued his voyage southward, “we’ll see about that.”
rolling your eyes you picked up your quill, clearing your throat loudly to prove your point that you were entirely unaffected by your boyfriend’s mouth traveling down your body. the absence of Luffy's heated touch certainly raised some alarm bells in your mind, but you chose to ignore the feeling and opted to appreciate the peace. that was until long, calloused fingers slowly made their way between your thighs as you were busy perfecting the rigid landscape of some other far-off island. your hand stuttered once you realized that Luffy was burying himself beneath your nightgown.
Luffy began toying your panties between his teeth, his calculated nipping and licking gradually soaking the fabric further. strong, calloused palms slipped up your gown and gripped around your waist, kneading the plush skin tenderly as he worked his way against your core. your resolve crumbled slowly as you became helpless to his touch, your thighs spreading subconsciously to provide him better access. a satisfied hum reverberated against the wood of your seat, Luffy’s tongue slowly lapping at your core with more fervor.
“there you go,” he purred, hooking his fingers through the waistband and tugging downward. “just sit still for me, ‘kay?”
the warmth of his breath against you caused your hips to stutter and buck as you chased that sensation, soft moans escaping your lips as the delicate quill threatened to snap under your need for control; for stability. muffled moans rumbled against your sopping cunt as Luffy continued to feast on you, his skilled tongue exploring every fold and crevice. you couldn’t bring yourself to care about the mess between your thighs as you slowly writhed against him, sneakily chasing your climax while the map in front of you clouded behind your lust.
your head lolled back as a hand slithered down to his head, your fingers carding through his jet-black hair as you forcefully tore him from you. a lewd pop sounded as his eyes met yours, the string of saliva tethering the two of you shimmering beneath the warm candlelight.
“i told you to let me work,” you panted, the heat behind your annoyance weakened with desperation.
“doesn’t look like you mind very much,” Luffy smirked through lidded eyes, sweeping his thumb across his swollen lips to lick up every drop you left behind. “c’mon baby, play with me.”
his bare chest and neck glistening with your slick was truly a sight to behold — the future Pirate King practically drunk off your sweet cunt. but there was no way you’d let him get what he wants that easily. “you wanna play? fine, but we’re playing by my rules. get up and go lay down.”
obedience has always been the antithesis of Monkey D. Luffy's entire existence, as his freedom derived from the ability to live life by the beat of his own drum. but when it came to you, he was ready to abandon everything he believed in. his willingness to heed your every beck and call didn't come from fear or obligation; it came from trust. a mutual trust that you understood the value of one another, that you wouldn't try to change or hide what you really wanted. with you, Luffy could be vulnerable — sharing the silent burdens of his fears and desires that weigh so heavily on someone so young. and within that vulnerability lies the freedom to let go, to bask in joys of being carefree and having the world at his fingertips.
the old wood of the bed frame groaned under Luffy's weight, tossing himself enthusiastically onto the plush mattress. his smile was a mixture of pure delight that you agreed to his antics, and a low intensity of a hunger that only you could sate.
the small flames flickering atop the candles enveloped the cabin in an orange glow, Luffy's sharp features more pronounced beneath the shadows. every muscle chiseled and carved to perfection, the eager rise and fall of his scarred chest hypnotizing you with every step forward. you held eye contact as you slowly tugged at the aforementioned bow holding your top together, the delicate fabric now falling open to reveal your breasts.
you didn't miss the way Luffy absentmindedly chewed on his bottom lip, his focus settling on your bare chest as he raises himself to reach out and touch. but because you were a bit of a masochist, you denied his silent request, setting a palm on the center of his forehead and sending him backwards. a low huff of shock mingled with the sound of rustling sheets as you climbed on top of him, your thighs straddling his bare torso.
"you can look, but you can't touch," you whispered, soft and low against his ear that it could have easily been mistaken for a growl.
you rose again to grind yourself against his abs, the delicious friction sending your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you began to play with your breasts. blown pupils swallowed the honey-colored irises of the eyes below you, the pair hypnotized as he followed every rise and roll of your hips.
"p- please, let me touch," Luffy groaned, pleading as his pants grew tighter beneath you. his restless hands flew to tug at his hair once you shook your head, his frustration getting lost in your breathless moaning as you quickened your pace above.
your palms found their way onto his chest, roughly kneading his pecs as you used them as leverage. the sweat coating his skin made for an easy slip that allowed you to explore his chest freely, completely lost in the way his flesh gave beneath your fingertips. you payed extra attention to the large scar that decorated his chest, lowering yourself to plant gentle kisses over the textured skin. your small act of tenderness did not shatter the thick tension, but eased it into something comfortable; something familiar.
his scar was a blemish he was not proud of, serving as a constant reminder of his failure to protect the person he held closest to his heart. you didn't miss the way he tensed beneath you as you wandered too close to it, his intense gaze faltering ever-so-slightly. but the sensation of your gentle lips over his heart reeled him back home, tethering him to the present. a present where it was just you and him, basking in each other's desire.
your lips made their way north, nipping and sucking along the column of his neck. Luffy's throat rumbled beneath you as a moan escaped his lips, his breathing stuttering while you continued to ravage his skin. you pulled away with another soft kiss, admiring your work as his tanned skin bruised into a deep maroon.
you briefly met Luffy's eyes once more before dipping back down, crashing your lips fiercely against his. rather than cradling your cheeks in the way he always does, Luffy's arms remained obediently by his side, raising his neck to push further into you instead. his willingness to stay under your control turned you on unbelievably so, the kiss growing more fervid as the moments pass. a subtle swipe of your tongue across his bottom lip was all it took to permit your entrance into his mouth, committing his taste and sounds to memory. taking his chin into your hand, you angled his head to allow yourself to dive deeper, taking his tongue completely into your mouth and sucking. the sensation of you gliding erotically around his tongue left Luffy arching into you, nerves fraying beneath his arousal.
you broke away with a loud smack, your crimson cheeks mirroring the harsh flush of Luffy's face and chest beneath you. if you didn't know any better, you would have thought he came right then and there, blissed out and basking in the afterglow. but you knew he was more resilient than that, and there was no way he was leaving without his fill.
your hips continued their bucking and rolling, drifting further and further down to his clothed cock. the metallic button of his shorts laying just below his belly button provided an intoxicating friction against your dripping cunt that sent jolts of arousal up your spine, driving yourself deeper into him. Luffy writhed beneath you as your ass pressed against his length, fully erect and sensitive to your touch.
"f- fuck, [y/n]!" Luffy cried, his hips treacherously rising to meet yours. "let me inside you, please."
you could tell from his stuttering hips and erratic breathing that he was close. too close.
you ceased your grinding at once, hovering teasingly over his twitching cock. the cool ocean breeze that made its way into the room from the porthole blew gently over your hot, sticky cunt. Luffy's groans of protest drowned under the crash of your lips on his, releasing them briefly to moan into his mouth. growing impatient, Luffy's kisses became sloppier and more frantic as he chased his arousal. you could feel his body vibrating beneath your fingertips as you placed your hands against his cheeks, cradling his face to ground him in the moment.
the pathetic whines escaping his lips almost had you giving in to what Luffy wanted, ready to reward him for making it this far under your command.
almost.
your fingers inched closer and closer to the edge of his lips, the swollen skin promising an easy entrance. entirely lost in the taste of you, Luffy didn't seem to notice the shift in your demeanor, continuing his greedy rampage. it wasn't until he could no longer feel your plush lips against his where he faltered, the passion dwindling as confusion slowly took over.
"baby, wh—"
"suck." you instructed, your fingers driving deeper into his mouth. Luffy's lips sealed themselves skeptically around you, his tongue slowly finding a rhythm he liked. saliva garbled and dripped salaciously down your hand as Luffy sucked on your fingers, his dark eyes never leaving yours. you could feel the low rumble of his moaning against your fingers, working his tongue over and through them.
"god, you're so fucking good at that," you cooed, unabashedly showering your boyfriend in praise. "such a good boy, Lu."
"mmph!" Luffy moaned around your fingers, an attempt at voicing his delight.
the dangerous push and pull of his tongue as he took you further into his mouth left you breathless. the sensation of blood rushing to the tips of your fingers slowly became addictive, time lulling with every swallow. Luffy's desire returned tenfold, working his tongue between the webs of your fingers and over the beds of your fingernails. it was the most glorious sight — a strong, resilient man wholly surrendering himself to you, permitting a glance into his most vulnerable state.
it was a long shot, you'll admit, as you weren't exactly sure if Luffy would have been into such a thing. but to see him overcome that final hurdle of obedience is what solidified your need for the man beneath you.
using your free hand, you unclasped the buckle of his shorts, his cock eagerly springing before you. your eyes widened at the sight of his length, hard and leaking with arousal. collecting the last remnants of spit from his mouth, you brought your hand from his mouth to his cock, stroking at a leisurely pace.
a soft groan of pleasure escaped Luffy's mouth as you continued your ministrations, his strong brows furrowing with restraint. his hips began to buck into yours as he chased his climax, brown eyes transforming into a stark white as they rolled to the back of his head.
"you did so good for me, Luffy," you praised, a smirk dancing across your lips as a whine could be heard from below.
"can i touch you now?" Luffy asked, ever impatient while his breathing labored. his eyelids drooped low under the weight of his arousal, his jaw slack against his chest as he kept his eyes on you. Luffy's features were much sharper under the candlelight, the shadows sculpting every dip and crevice that graced his figure. while his muscles became more defined, Luffy's delicate features were highlighted beautifully. from the high points of his cheek bones to the swoop of his button nose, Luffy was just that: beautiful.
you released a sweet chuckle as you nodded your head, "only after i do this."
taking his length more firmly into your grasp, you shifted to line yourself up, teasingly dragging your cunt over the sensitive tip. the hiss of pleasure erupted from Luffy's mouth as he arched into you, his body shuddering as you sunk down onto him. your wet, tight core clenched around his drooling cock, the sensation of feeling so full as you began to rock caused a guttural moan to spill out of you.
"fuck," you drawled, jaw slack as your hips rolled over him. jolts of arousal shot up your spine, causing your thighs to burn and tremble with every touch.
propped up on his elbows, Luffy's dark eyes flickered from your blissed out expression above him, to the sight of his cock sinking further into you. the sinful noise of your slick pooling over the space where you two met filled the room, the sound interrupted by the delicious moans and huffs. Luffy watched as you used him, entirely lost in your own pleasure as you rode him into the mattress, your trembling hands finding their way to kneading your breasts.
you could feel your orgasm building with every thrust, Luffy's twitching cock hitting your spot just right. it was only a matter of time before you came all over him, but you wanted to hold onto this control for a little while longer.
"touch me," you commanded breathlessly, your voice soft enough to be mistaken as a whisper.
but your instruction had not fallen on deaf ears, as a pair of calloused hands made their way to the soft plush of skin that made its home on your waist. the touch was electric, addictive in the way it grounded you in the moment shared. as much fun dominating your captain had been, it was refreshing reverting to that comfortable intimacy you loved so much.
his grip on your waist allowed him to drive further into you, his cock viciously slamming into your cervix as he quickened his pace. propping yourself on his knees, you arched your back obscenely as you threw your head back, screaming into the open air.
"fuck, yes! oh my- right there, Luffy, don't stop!"
"c-cant..." Luffy groaned, his voice drifting as he focused on thrusting into you with everything he has. and now that he was granted permission to touch you — to hold you under his fingertips — he was never going to let you go. "fuck, i gotta— or i'm gonna—"
you brought your head back to stare at the man below you, brows furrowing as you tried to decode what he was babbling about. "what was that, Lu? i can't understaAH—"
the world suddenly spun into a blur around you as your back hit the cozy mattress, the smell of Luffy and sex flooding your senses. you had no time to recover, however, as Luffy threw your legs over his shoulder and continued to plow into you. the sinful sound of skin slapping filled the room, followed by husky moans that fell into the junction where your head met your shoulders. the low grumbles of pleasure melted into your skin as Luffy placed his lips along the column of your neck, gently suckling as he mumbled absentmindedly.
"you're so pretty and— ah— perfect. just for me," he began, his tender words lost under the melody of your arousal.
you could feel his hips stuttering as he approached the crest of his orgasm, his thrusts becoming much more erratic. his fingers traveled from the nape of your neck to card through your hair, grasping a fistful of strands to fuse your bodies together. your thighs tense and tremble as you reached your climax, your vision going white as you clench around him.
just as he had been all night, it didn't take Luffy very long to follow your lead. his hips stalled as he came inside of you, thick ropes of cum coating your walls as he shudders against you. coming down from the euphoria, you feel soft lips gracing the underside of your jaw, planting tender kisses as Luffy sets you down to rest properly on the mattress.
a wave of exhaustion washes over you as you relax into his touch, his presence inside of you gone as he shifts to make you more comfortable. a few silent moments pass before you feel an intense gaze, cracking an eye open to peer at the man looming above you.
any formidable foe who has had the misfortune of being on the receiving end of Monkey D. Luffy's wrath would have cowered at the sight of such a strong presence. but because you occupied a large part of his big, soft heart, there was nothing but pure adoration in his gaze. bringing a gentle hand to your face, Luffy swept the unkempt strands of hair that stuck to your sticky forehead behind your ear.
"hey, [y/n]..."
"yes?"
"would you kill me if i told you i was still hungry?"
so much for romance.
"get out of my face."
og got restricted so thanks for the warm welcome back!
you looked up from your place on the rubber mat through furrowed brows, beads of sweat dripping into your line of vision. the burn of your aching muscles under the weight of the dumbbells you held encouraged your irritation, dropping them with a dramatic thud after completing your set. the sound of hefty metal hitting the ground nearly drowned out your aggravated "excuse me?"
the mint-haired man before you refused to meet your gaze, however, his hazel eyes decoding the series of messages blipping across his screen. after a few moments of silence, he reached down and picked up the navy blue Hydroflask that rested by his ankle and placed it on the bench beside you. your clammy fingers brushed against the countless stickers that plastered its tin walls, bubbles of glossy white paper concealing dents and scuffs that decorated the bottle. your eyes lingered on the "King of Kendo" sticker you'd gifted him last winter, your chest swelling with pride at the acknowledgment of your corny sentiment.
"the witch is asking if we wanna go to a White Lies themed party tonight and 'get shackled'" Zoro said casually, dropping his air quotes to silently gesture for his bottle back. after wiping your mouth on your sleeve, you relented, Zoro's bronze hands clasping around the item in a way that made him look childish. the gentle affection that bubbled in your chest died down into a simmer as you watched rosy lips latch onto the rim, right where yours had been. the sight of his jaw working around the cubes of ice that filled his cheeks had your mouth reverting to its pesky dehydration.
"stop calling her that!" you exclaimed, swatting your hand to the side of his head. as if he sensed your attack, Zoro dodged it effortlessly, raising his forearms to block any further horseplay. the disapproval of your exhausted muscles put your slapping match on hold, deciding it would be best to call it a day and head home if you were to attend the party. "we both know that she's not asking us any more than she's telling us we're going."
"yeah whatever," Zoro huffed, grunting as he stood and slung your gym bag over his shoulder. you cringed internally as he adjusted the thick fabric against his sweaty skin, sure that its spotty texture would leave a mark. Zoro, on the other hand, didn't seem to mind and waited patiently for you to rack the rest of your equipment. "need me to walk you back?"
you chuckled softly at his offer, cheeks warming into a dusty pink as you attempted to hold eye contact. it was no secret that you had fallen for your best friend — in fact, the whole crew knew before you could admit it to yourself. including Zoro. and that was the part that drove you crazy.
you confessed your feelings right before winter break at the campus bus stop. Zoro had been kind enough to help you load your bags into the Uber, insisting that he had nothing better to do while he waited for his "psycho older sister" to pick him up. it was a dreary afternoon, the predicted light shower of rain turning into a raging storm within minutes. the two of you sought refuge under the small black umbrella you packed, bodies drenched and pressed against each other for warmth. it was perfect. you wanted to tell him, wanted to rip the bandaid off and finally rid your skin of the sticky guilt it left behind. whether it was under the scalding stream of your dorm showerhead, or in the mirror before bed, you rehearsed your monologue for the right time.
the way your heart raced up into your throat as the heartfelt words left your lips had been branded into your memory. but the flash of a guilty sadness that struck those captivating hazel eyes quickly turned the memory sour, Zoro's lighthearted rejection burning through your chest.
"[y/n]...i can't. i'm sorry but i'm just figuring things out right now..."
those were the last words you remember before getting into the Uber, blinking away the fusion of tears and rainwater that stung your eyes. the fear of changing the trajectory of your relationship hung over your head like a dagger, and when he couldn't even face you, the blade dropped straight into your core.
but that day was in the past, and after a long — and awkward — winter break, the two of you rekindled. although you aren't entirely over Zoro, you've made peace with the bittersweet fact that this crush will remain unrequited. a small part of you wants to believe that this will be a funny memory far into the future. a memory that you share in the dim light of your bedroom surrounded by your children, reminiscing on the "should've, could've, would've's" of your college years.
deep in the labyrinth of your subconscious, words rested on the verge of your mind, threatening to spill over if you weren't careful. the weight of such a reality terrified you, careful not to release them even in the loneliness of the dark. it was the acceptance that no amount of growth could fill the void that Roronoa Zoro does.
but the risk of jeopardizing your relationship a second time discouraged you from unraveling the truth. it was either having Zoro in your life forever or not at all — all or nothing. so you sucked it up and pushed him away, wearing a taunting smile before removing your bag from his shoulder and putting it on.
"thanks, but i think if i took you up on that offer we'd never make it to the party. unlike you, i'm trying to stay on Nami's good side."
you caught a glimpse of Zoro's scowl before turning on your heels and making the journey to your apartment.
...
the muffled beat of Lil Yachty's drive ME crazy! rumbled against the front door of Nami's apartment, her bubbly laughter harmonizing with the chorus. various hoots and whoops could be heard from inside, leading you to assume that the pregame has already begun.
you slipped inside, creaking the door open gently and peaking your head in before announcing your arrival. everyone was gathered around the shared dining room table, the chestnut table top littered with neon colored shot glasses and sharpies. Nami and Vivi had been the first to spot you, running over and pulling you into their embrace. the smell of Nami's saccharine perfume and the jingle of Vivi's golden bangles flooded your senses, well-manicured hands hauling you to the rest of the group.
“what do y'all have going on here?" you asked, picking up a blank white t-shirt and curiously checking the size.
"[y/n]!! we're making our white lies shirts! you have to hurry up and make yours — i wanna see what your lie is!" Luffy exclaimed, practically bouncing on his tip-toes before tackling you into a bear hug.
you caught the man effortlessly while simultaneously accepting a shot glass from Sanji, its contents unknown under the bright green plastic’s reflection.
"here you are, love. you might wanna start drinking now if you're gonna be around this monkey all night," Sanji said, ruffling the dark waves that decorated the top of Luffy's head.
you accepted the shot delightedly, subtly bringing the rim to your nose to check what kind of alcohol it was. the smell of sickeningly sweet vodka stung your nose before throwing it back, cringing as you fought the burn creeping down your throat. for the first time since arriving, you noticed that everyone had already been wearing or decorating their shirts. thick, black stripes of marker bled into obscure yet hilarious lies perfectly catered to each of your friends. you read the white lie plastered on Sanji's shirt as you scanned his torso:
"'i don't have commitment issues?'" you chuckled, fingers snaking their way under the hem and twisting the fabric softly. "is that so? and here i thought i had a chance."
it was fun flirting with Sanji, coy words spilling from your lips like honey. Sanji seemed to enjoy it too, feeding the alluring flame with equal fervor. but under all the suggestive glances and remarks, there was a mutual understanding that this would never exceed the bounds of playful flirting. and the reason? well, it was — quite literally — written all over him.
"while i do love the attention, my dear, women scare the absolute shit out of me," Sanji answered truthfully, a soft laugh escaping his lips. his breath smelled of nicotine and whiskey, an intoxicating combination that made your head spin. the heavy weight of combat boots thumping toward you pulled your attention from the blond ahead, his scowl addressing the looming figure approaching. "ugh, what do you want now?"
Zoro wore a strange look, eyes trained onto the blond man menacingly as he casually sipped from the neck of his beer. “nothin’, just making sure you don’t scare her off.”
was Zoro being… possessive? no, absolutely not. sure the cook wound him up like a clockwork toy, but Zoro would never get so worked up over casual flirting. especially since he’s seen it countless times.
right?
Sanji couldn’t help the incredulous laughter that rumbled from his chest, “whoa-ho-ho there, buddy! if there’s anything i’m doing, it’s saving sweet [y/n] from a nasty heartbreaking thug like you!"
the charming blue of Sanji's eyes transformed into a challenging glare, mischief and spite swimming in tandem before he took a step forward, "it’ll do her good showing her there’s at least someone who cares.”
the typical scuffle between men now steered into uncharted waters, tension coating the room in a heavy fog. you felt the atmosphere of the room shift as curious eyes bore into the side of your face. there was an undeniable truth to Sanji’s words — and they knew that. frustration and rage simmered behind Zoro’s eyes, the warm emerald shape shifting to a cool steel sharp enough to kill a man. ropes of thick muscle rippled beneath the thin bronze skin of Zoro’s jaw, ready to fire an equally low blow. your heart raced into your throat, swallowing it down thickly as you wished for this pointless argument to end.
you concealed your embarrassment under a forced chuckle, stepping between the two before things escalated further.
“ladies, ladies! there will be plenty of me to go around tonight,” you teased. but your eyes flared in Sanji’s direction, telepathically communicating your anger at his snide comment. that was low, even for you.
Sanji received the message and bowed in apology, taking a step back and cooly making his way to the patio door to finish his smoke. the departure of wavy blond hair gave you a chance to steel yourself before facing Zoro, hoping the uneasy blush would fade in time.
but that plan went straight out the window the moment you laid your eyes on him. Zoro had cut the sleeves off the cheap white tee, exposing his broad shoulders and incredibly large biceps. his torso had been partially exposed as well, lean muscle cascading down into the dips of his waist. you could see the muscle of his abs sculpted beneath the sheer fabric, the slightly-cropped hem earning you a glance at a forest-green happy trail as he raised his bottle to his mouth.
"'i'm never drinking again'. you sure you don't wanna add that you aren't a manwhore either?" you quipped, folding your arms over your chest as your eyes indulgently traced his silhouette.
"ha ha, you're just jealous your guns aren't as huge as mine," Zoro said, making it a point to flex his large arms in your direction.
"oh gag me, no one wants to see those beasts," you scoffed, rolling your eyes dramatically. "its borderline inhumane subjecting us to such torment."
"oh yeah? that drool on your lip begs to differ," Zoro smirked, playfully gesturing to clean the imaginary spit from his bottom lip. "need me to get it for you?"
"what i need is for you to shut up and get me a drink," you snarled, hoping your intimidating nature would hide the flustered blush creeping up the side of your neck. it didn't.
Zoro couldn't help but laugh, his pearly canines flashing under the dim light of Nami's dining room lamp. "what's your poison?"
"anything but that nasty shit you drink," you said, poking a firm finger into the valley between his pecs before shooing him off. “time’s a-wasting, sweet thing!”
…
"so, remind me why you have four pairs of kinky handcuffs laid out on the couch again?" you giggled, eyeing the suspicious items over the rim of your cup.
"it's for 'shackles', silly!" Nami exclaimed, slinging an arm over your exposed shoulders. "all of us are gonna be handcuffed to a partner tonight and the only way you can be freed is if you finish an entire bottle of your liquor of choice."
"wait, we have to finish the entire bottle?!" Usopp gawked, shooting a concerned glare your direction. "why the hell are we pregaming then? do you want me to drop dead in the street!?"
"relax, lightweight," Sanji said, asserting his place into the conversation with a spark of his lighter. "i'm not drinking tonight so i'll be the one making sure all of you get home safe."
"oh! why don't we all just come back here and have a huge sleepover afterwards!" Luffy shouted, his enthusiasm slightly muffled under the copious amounts of meat and chips filling his mouth. the sight of mashed food spilling off his tongue sent shivers down your spine, your stomach turning as you abandoned the rest of your drink on the table.
"like hell! no way i'm takin' care of you goons tomorrow morning!" Nami said, quickly snatching the party sized bag of Lays from Luffy's hands and shoving them in the cabinet by the fridge. "i plan on getting fucked up tonight so there's no way i'm babysitting you people in my house. and don't you dare rope my girlfriend into this, either! she's not taking care of anyone besides me."
the blue haired woman beside her flushed, lacing her fingers delicately with Nami's. "don't worry babe, they would've been on their own anyway."
"awww Nami! you're no fun," Luffy pouted, reaching for another buffalo wing to ease his sorrow. "and here i thought a sleepover would do me good after the heartbreak i experienced tonight."
you flashed a concerned glance to the wild-haired boy behind the counter, watching his bottom lip jut out dramatically with every chew. "what happened earlier, Luffy? is everything okay?"
"ignore him, he's just dramatic," Nami said, rolling her eyes.
still not satisfied with that answer, you turned to the raven haired woman sitting quietly on the couch, who had been observing the situation in between paragraphs of her novel. her piercing blue eyes met yours before chuckling softly, using her slender fingers as a bookmark before setting it in her lap.
"Luffy was upset earlier because the liquor store didn't carry the Lebron James Hennessy," Robin stated matter-of-factly, fixing her attention back to the novel in her hands.
Luffy groaned from across the room as Zoro howled in laughter, slapping a firm hand on his back. "like how could he stand there with a straight face and deny me the liquid gold produced from the King himself?! it's an outburst!"
Usopp leaned in close to Luffy's ear, muttering softly before he could continue, "it's 'outrage', Luffy."
"oh yeah — an outrage! and Usopp said my shirt sucked earlier so i'm still mad about that too!"
"i did not!" Usopp shrieked, "i said that the likelihood of people taking the words 'meat is disgusting' the wrong way is very high! some freaky frat dude is gonna think you're gay, Luffy."
Luffy puffed his chest and threw the clean chicken bone blindly over his shoulder, "and what's wrong with that? love is love, man — i got friends in the B-L-T! i mean, look at Nami and Sanji!"
the blond and redhead whipped their heads around at the same time, barking a defensive "hey!" and "that's not what its called" over their shoulders. Zoro nearly doubled over in laughter, clutching his stomach as the man went on. you couldn't help the laughter that erupted from your throat, tears brimming your eyes as you watched the interaction unfold.
"okay! okay!" you pleaded, attempting to control your breathing before continuing, "can we please finish explaining the game before Zoro pisses himself over there?"
shaking her head to disguise the smile creeping across her cheeks, Nami sauntered over to the couch and continued with the rules, "right, everyone listen up! so, each of you will be paired up and choose a bottle of alcohol to share — it's all on the counter over there. you must not, under any circumstances, take off the handcuffs or else you forfeit the game."
"wait," Zoro said, raising a hand into the air to nab the redhead's attention. "what if we gotta take a piss or something? the other person just has to...stand there and watch?"
nerves jumbled at the base of your gut, realizing that this game was a lot more intimate than you thought. am i in way over my head? what if i'm shackled to Zoro, i don't wanna see all that! well, i do but that's not entirely the point—
"or you can look away like a normal person!" Sanji scolded, his voice dragging you out from a rabbit hole you were not ready to face. "and they call me the pervert."
"cause you are, shit cook—!"
"anyways! if you forfeit the game, or are the last pair standing, you lose. losers are subject to a group dare and have to carry it out — them's the rules. any objections?"
"so..." you began, directing your attention to the half gallon-sized bottles filled with an ambiguous liquid. "are we attempting to finish borgs tonight?"
a spark of realization struck Nami's whiskey-colored eyes, gasping as if she just remembered an important detail. "oh, right! so this game is traditionally played with wine or champagne, but since we're friends with Zoro — the man with the highest alcohol tolerance on this side of the Mississippi — i figured we could play with soju since its a little stronger. each bottle over there has two bottles of soju mixed with a lemonade-thingy Sanji made and a few shots of vodka for good measure."
Nami's mischievous cackle rang as your eyes widened, excitement and apprehension mingling to bring a chill down your spine. the words 'good measure' sure as hell sounded a lot like the woman was mapping out your demise, but that nasty hangover would be a problem for tomorrow.
"right..." you said, making your way over to select your flavor of soju for the night when a sudden wave of realization washed over you. "so, who's pairing up with who?"
"i call Usopp!" Luffy chimed in, linking arms with the man's dark muscle beside him. Usopp simply shrugged, muttering something under his breath about not really having a choice.
"you kids can count me out since i won't be drinking," Sanji rasped, blowing a thick stream of cigarette smoke out of the kitchen window. "wouldn't have been even with me playing anyway."
Nami snaked an arm around Vivi's waist, pulling her in for a chaste kiss before facing the group again, "the couples remain together as well, so me and Vivi and Franky and Robin are pairs. that just leaves you and Zoro, my sweet friend."
the quick wink Nami hurled in your direction could have easily been mistaken as a trick of the light. that is, if you weren't already familiar with the woman's strange match-maker tactics. your chest tightened under her wicked gaze, the overwhelming feeling of being seen blooming deep in your gut. you shrugged off her intentions, however, nonchalantly picking up a gallon labeled "PEACH". you chuckled at the lifeless plastic before you, knowing very well that Zoro would hate it's sweet flavor.
too bad, you thought to yourself.
"please don't tell me you picked the sweetest one," Zoro grumbled from behind you, his body heat radiating against the exposed skin of your shoulders. the beer he had been drinking periodically added a heavy rasp to his voice that hadn't been there before, his speech slow and smooth as he inched closer.
you shuddered instinctively, swiftly redirecting your attention to bumping the gallon into his chest. "it's peach, jackass — probably the least sweet flavor here."
Zoro's hazel eyes narrowed suspiciously, flickering from the bottle against his chest back to you. "yeah right, that shit is gonna be disgusting."
frustration simmered into a boil as you watched Zoro complain, suddenly self-conscious about your choice, "have you ever tried not bitching for once in your life? let's just drink the damn liquor and get this game over with."
Zoro smiled fondly as he turned to ask Nami for the hot pink cuffs.
...
the party turns out to be located at Yamato's place, a long time friend of Luffy and his older brother, Ace. you'd met him once before, briefly at Luffy's house over the summer while his family held a small barbecue-get together. from what you remembered the man was extremely charming, his bubbly personality making him very approachable. Yamato had talked your ear off about his dreams to see the world, wishing to save up enough money on his own to study abroad. the conversation was enlightening — different than the meaningless chatter you usually shared with fellow students on your campus. but this wasn't just any student, it was a friend of Luffy's, and you held his judgement of others to a high regard.
"you guys made it!" Yamato cheered, rushing over to pick up Luffy and spin him around. the younger man looked so tiny against Yamato's large frame, his muscles nearly swallowing him whole. Luffy giggled all the while, babbling on about his white lie and brought up Usopp's predicament once more.
"nah kid, your lie is great! you should see your brother's — now that's a real looker."
Luffy's eyes sparkled with wonder, clawing his way down from Yamato's shoulders — when did he even get up there? — and landing on his heels, "oo! oo! i wanna see it! did he write about the time he got arrested for lighting fireworks in Wal-Mart?!"
his enthusiasm earned a hearty laugh from Yamato, patting him hard on the back as he wiped a tear, "ya'll gotta come on in and find out! seriously, make yourselves at home!"
the rest of your crew followed the man's lead, entering cautiously through the foyer and around the large crowds of people. a heavier set man was commanding the DJ set out back, his long blonde hair and dark lipstick especially vibrant under the fluorescent strobe lights. you had heard somewhere that he was a big deal when it came to parties and music, but the obnoxiously loud base and his unnecessary ad libs made you scowl, wishing they'd play something else.
thin, blunt metal suddenly dug into the inside of your wrist, discomfort radiating all the way up to your elbow. you hissed in pain as you whipped your head around, making eye contact with a very uncomfortable Zoro.
"what?" he asked, brows furrowing in a way that made his features sharp under the dim lights.
"can you try and be a little more careful? you can't just wave my hand around whenever you please!" you growled, angrily gesturing to your chained wrists.
"it's not my fault you got frail wrists," he scoffed, bringing the concoction to his lips. Zoro held back a gag as he choked down the liquid, scowling at how "sweet" it was. "this shit fucking sucks, no way i'm getting drunk off this."
"then give it to me so i don't have to hear your whining," you said, snatching the bottle and chugging for a few seconds. to your surprise, the alcohol's peachy bitterness had been a pleasant touch to the refreshing lemonade Sanji prepared as a mixer.
you smirked, a sarcastic remark about how you could handle your liquor better than Zoro danced on the tip of your tongue before dying in an instant. the look in Zoro's eyes was akin to adoration, his features softening as he gazed at you. you brushed it off as a drunken hallucination, convincing yourself that the tingling sensation spreading to the nape of your neck had taken your vision out of focus.
a fleeting pang of sadness ached in your chest as a small part of you yearned for that look to be real — for that look to really mean something. but you squashed that thought as fast as it came, burying it down deep to unpack at another time. right now you were at a party with all your friends, playing a stupid game that would make them happy. and by the looks of their bottles, you and Zoro were losing.
a surge of competitive adrenaline washed over you, steeling your stomach in preparation for taking another long drink. a firm hand came to snatch the bottle back, hazel eyes crazed and confused. "are you crazy?! what are you chugging it for, we got all night to drink this shit."
your focused glare sparked challenge inside of Zoro's chest, a look he knew all too well. whether you were preparing for a grueling workout or a rigorous exam, you were in the zone — and it was very hard to shake that look from your eyes. "those son's a' bitches are gonna beat us if we don't lock in, Zoro. and i don't know about you, but i don't exactly want to be on the other end of a dare given by Luffy and Nami. do you?"
Zoro chewed the inside of his lip, an effort to hide the smile creeping across his face. he pried the bottle from your tight grasp, bringing it to his lips and taking a long drink without breaking eye contact. the bob of his Adam's apple with every swallow was mesmerizing under the neon lights, vibrant hues of green and violet accentuating the undertones of his tan skin. Zoro let out a refreshing ahh sound, his voice low and raspy, "fuck no."
...
you tried your hardest to ignore the sharp sting of your full bladder, but with every step and stumble in your tipsy state, the need to relieve yourself became unbearable. the sound of sloshing liquid beside you was no help either, a bitter reminder that you had a game to win. your shared concoction had been reduced to three-quarters of it's original volume, the liquor waging a war within your body as the mediums clashed.
Zoro noticed the shift in your demeanor almost immediately. you were no longer the friendly girl complimenting every stranger you passed by, bubbly laughter carrying itself like a melody through the crowd. you stared at the floor and fidgeted, constantly lost in thought with a dreadful look on your face.
"what's the matter?" Zoro asked, his voice deep with concern. it wasn't often that Zoro got soft, but when he did, he was able to pry enough information out of you to help you fix what needed to be. "[y/n], look at me. i know something's wrong."
you raised your gaze reluctantly, cheeks burning with embarrassment as you swallowed your pride. there was no way you could keep up the act any longer — if you didn't find a bathroom soon, things were about to get really weird and gross fast.
"'ave to pee, Zoro," you muttered, voice barely above a whisper.
Zoro sighed heavily before leaning into your ear, his concern easily confused for frustration. "you have to speak up, i can't hear you."
his warm breath tickled the sensitive skin around your ears, causing you to tremble slightly before raising your voice, "i have to pee!"
your shift in volume prompted Zoro to jerk his head back in surprise, rubbing his ear before moving to lead you through the sea of people, "okay then let's go."
his willingness to accompany you in the bathroom confused you, wondering if he had even heard you right. "i said i have to pee, Zoro! you can't exactly wait outside the bathroom for me if we're chained together."
Zoro glanced over his shoulder, his face almost entirely void of emotion before responding, "i know, but we don't have any other choice so i'll just sit there. i'm not gonna watch you if that's what you're so worried about."
you groaned as that hot flush prickled the plush skin of your face returned, "please don't say it. i don't even want that thought in your head!"
the abhorrent remix of an eighties song almost concealed the warm chuckle that escaped Zoro's lips, his shoulders shaking with every laugh. you watched the way Zoro navigated swiftly through the crowd, his usually rigid muscles liquifying under the soft moonlight. Zoro's back profile was a rare sight — an urban legend for most. he was the type to stay behind, surveying from afar. you'd teased him about being a wallflower, wondering why he never joined in on the fun his friends seemed to attract.
"it's easier to keep an eye on all of you from back here."
his words back then sounded authoritarian, making your group out to be children who needed to be kept on a tight leash. but now that you've grown to understand him, Zoro was showing you his way of caring. he's incredibly loyal, willing to suspend his own personal enjoyment to prioritize his friends.
a nauseating sense of fondness bloomed in the pit of your stomach, its pesky vines snaking their way up to your chest and wrapping around your heart. the sight of a battered doorframe halted the racing of your traitorous heart, relief quickly trading its place. you didn't even bother knocking, slamming your weight into the wood and dragging your feet into the cramped space.
you nearly dropped your black short-shorts to the floor when you realized you weren't alone, Zoro's strong presence looming over you. hazel eyes looked everywhere but at you, too busy committing every chip and crack in the wall's white paint to memory. when he noticed you weren't doing what needed to be done, he slowly met your fuming eyes.
"what?" he asked, entirely oblivious to your predicament. "you said you had to go right? the hell are you waiting for?"
"i can't just pee with you here! cover your ears or turn the water on or something!"
Zoro rolled his eyes, side-stepping to the sink so he could turn the water on without dragging you with him. he turned to face the shower, resting his hips on the countertop as he fiddled impatiently with your shared bottle. the surge of running water eased your mind, allowing you to let go and relieve yourself. the creeping buzz you'd felt all night suddenly spilled over into the bounds of intoxication, giggling to yourself as you rested your chin on your free hand.
you felt Zoro shift beside you, yet his posture remained straight ahead. his voice was laced with a smile, bubbly tipsiness getting the better of him as well. "are you laughing?"
you nodded foolishly, forgetting that he couldn't see you. "mhm! people could've been fucking in here and i just barged right in."
"i was worried that would happen but you moved so fast i couldn't stop you if i wanted to," he snorted, taking a swig from the bottle's neck. "can i turn around now?"
Zoro's uncharacteristically soft voice made your heart swell, smiling to yourself as you swayed drunkenly on the toilet seat. something about being in a bathroom after a few drinks just seems to accelerate the drunken process.
you sighed softly, shaking your head in protest, "'m okay."
then after a beat of silence: "you're sweet, Zo. have i ever told you that?"
Zoro stood slightly taller as his muscles tensed, breath hitching slightly before chortling, "not really, you just tell me how much of a pain in the ass i am."
"hmm," you hummed smiling, eyes fluttering shut. "two things can be true at once, as they say."
you stood to pull your bottoms up, only managing your panties before swaying towards the wall. brawny hands found their way to your waist, shifting you gently to lean against the cool tile of the countertop. Zoro's thumbs dug into the soft flesh of your hips as he held you up, lowering himself to your eye level.
"you okay?" he asked, expression serious as he searched for an answer in your eyes, worried you wouldn't be able to provide one yourself. his shoulders relaxed when a gentle smile spread across your lips, heavy lidded eyes reassuring him.
"yes, thank you," you managed before attempting to bend down and pull your shorts back up to your hips. Zoro's hand met yours, halting you into a state of shock as you relented, a curious eye kept on his crown of green hair.
"just let me do it, yeah?" he offered, gaze unsure but entirely willing as he thumbed the denim waistband pooled at your ankles. the sight of him kneeling before you sent a shiver down your spine, arousal stirring in your belly as you felt his breath on your exposed skin. it almost felt purposeful; the way he kept his voice smooth and low, easing you into submission. you had no choice but to oblige, nodding slowly as you swallowed the lump in your throat. slick rosy lips curved into a smirk as he slid your shorts up, aware of his hand placement as he carefully buttoned them up.
oh, the things you'd do for him to strip those off.
"thank you," you mumbled, turning your back to him to wash your hands. which proved to be, once again, difficult since you were cuffed together. Zoro offered his help once more but you shrugged him off, muttering something about being a “big girl”.
the clearing of Zoro's throat and a gentle tug on your shackled wrist stopped you in your tracks, your hand pausing over the doorknob. uncertainty filled the air as you turned to meet his gaze, waiting for an explanation.
"your makeup," he clarified guiding you back to the sink. "you'd kill me if you knew i let you leave here without fixing that."
"you sure wanna keep me in this bathroom," you teased, bringing a daring hand up to tinker with the three golden earrings dangling from his earlobe. "you runnin' from someone, Roronoa?"
"yeah, you in the future when you see your fucked up makeup in all the pictures." Zoro smiled, gesturing for you to turn around and take a look in the mirror.
a disgruntled cry erupted from your throat as you looked in the mirror. you tugged harshly at the thin skin around your eyes, black eyeliner and mascara smudged into a muddy mess. "how did this happen?!"
running water hissed into the scuffed porcelain of the sink. Zoro's calloused fingers holding a q-tip under the stream. his shackled hand patted the free space of the counter top, cheap metal clinking together as he motioned for you to climb on top. you obeyed, using the toilet seat as leverage to carefully hoist yourself up. a soothing hand rested beneath your chin, the sharp green of his eyes looking into yours before bringing the cold cotton to your face.
a few moments of stiff silence passed before you eased the weight of your face into his rough palm, lips mushing together as you asked "how do you know about all this stuff?"
Zoro's rosy lips pulled into a fond smile as he blotted the area dry, peachy breath brushing over your nose. "you pick up on a thing or two growing up with an older sister. plus, Nami taught me how to properly fix her makeup after she was in a bind similar to this one."
you hummed in acknowledgment, silently thanking Nami for her persistence as you opened your purse. after rummaging through the clutter, you fished out the lip and eyeliner and handed them to Zoro. to your surprise, he was extremely precise — the creamy black makeup gliding effortlessly across your lash line without poking you once. it was impressive, to say the least.
"you really know your shit," you complimented, giggling at your own reflection in the mirror. dilated pupils shifted to Zoro's gaze piercing into yours, his arms caging you in as he braced his arms on the countertop.
and there it was again — that bitter sadness that sunk to the pit of your stomach when you caught that glimmer in his eyes. it infuriated you, that knowing glance made you feel like you were the punch line of an inside joke. it was a piece of Zoro's puzzle you couldn't match, a piece possessing an edge larger and sharper than the shape you had in mind. you wanted to tear it apart and start over to figure out where it all went wrong. you wanted to figure out what you were missing.
“yeah well i ain’t done yet. now hold still,” Zoro said, his voice much lighter as he guided your face back towards his.
calloused fingers tilted your chin upwards as the smell of waxy, stale wood flooded your senses. despite his drunken state, Zoro’s hands remained completely still, effortlessly applying the nude colored makeup onto your lips.
the air became thick as your breaths mingled, each exhale more timid than the last. you couldn’t help but notice how unbelievably beautiful Zoro was — the tiny freckles that hid just beneath the surface of his tan skin, the fullness of his lips, the tapered edges of his nose and jaw. he was truly irresistible, your eager heart racing as you basked in everything that was Zoro.
shivers cascaded down your back as the scent of his musky cologne consumed you. there was no way to stop the arousal from pooling low in your stomach, unrelenting need simmering into a boil. you hadn’t noticed when Zoro set the lipliner down on the counter until a firm hand rested on your waist. thick fingers pressed into the plush of your back as he drew you in, pausing just before meeting your lips.
the metal of his belt buckle gently brushing against your cunt made for a delicious friction you were helpless to chase. you slowly rutted your hips into his, moaning sweetly as your eyes fluttered shut.
“thought i told you to stay still,” Zoro murmured, his breath hot against the delicate skin of your lips.
“what’re you, scared?” you teased breathlessly, inching closer to chase that high once more. your free hand reached its way up to the nape of his neck, flushed skin burning under your touch. the clammy skin of your fingertips bristled through spiky tufts of green hair as you pulled him dangerously close; close enough to taste if you pushed just a little further...
"c'mon Zo, let me make you feel good..." you purred, hooking your shackled hand through the loops of his jeans. Zoro hissed in discomfort as you did so, your maneuver twisting his wrist at an awkward angle. the small whimper that left his throat had slick dampening your panties.
you could feel Zoro trembling beneath your touch, fighting an invisible war between restraint and throwing caution to the wind entirely. he wanted nothing more than to touch you, to make you feel good from his efforts alone. but you were drunk, and Zoro would soon rather sever his own head than take advantage of you.
"we can't..." he whispered, apology seeping into your skin as he rested his slick forehead into the crook of your neck. "we're drunk, [y/n]. i don't want to hurt you."
but it was too late — you were putty in his hands, ready to bend and fold at his will. pulling at the taut muscles of his shoulders, you lifted Zoro up to meet your gaze. the prickly stubble of his shaven face scratched the insides of your palms as you held his face in your hands. "you could never hurt me, Zoro. i want this, please."
the quirk of a bold eyebrow was the last thing you saw before Zoro pulled away, his absence in your arms making room for the shitty air conditioning. shame and disappointment spiraled into a nauseating vortex inside your gut, the gravity of what you had just done settling onto your conscience. your heart leapt into your throat as you pushed him away, tears threatening to roll down your cheeks and ruin Zoro's efforts. but maybe that's what you wanted. in some sick and twisted way, you'd wanted to show Zoro just how much he hurt you — embarrassed you — both now and then.
"fuck, just forget it. i can never figure you out anyway so just leave me alone—"
clashing of slightly chapped lips against yours ceased your petty rambling. you met the kiss with equal fervor and desperation, draping your arms around his neck for better leverage. every tilt of your head was guided by a rough hand against your jaw, working you open as a hot tongue slipped into your mouth. for a man who hardly bats an eye at anything to do with sex and romance, Zoro was extremely skilled.
an unbearable heat pooled between your thighs with every suck and tug of your sensitive skin. Zoro's strong grip never left your waist, a free hand guiding your legs to wrap around his hips. euphoria struck through your core as you bucked your hips against his, that addictive friction dusting your cheeks crimson. the world around you melted away; entirely lost in those hazel eyes as a firm thigh slotted between your legs. salacious moans and grunts filled the air as you rubbed your needy cunt against the tough black denim, throwing your head back in bliss as you rode clothed muscle.
Zoro's lips latched onto the exposed column of your neck, suckling sweetly as your breath hitched and your eyes rolled back. a low, possessive growl rippled across the surface of your delicate skin as his hand traveled to the curve of your ass. Zoro's thick fingers slipped into your back pocket, guiding the pace of your hips into a controlled rhythm.
"'ve wanted this for so long," he panted, the confession lost inside the lust of your desperate whining. the realization of his words shot straight to your core, your pussy drooling at the thought of Roronoa Zoro dreaming about fucking you. your tongue swiped daringly over the shell of his ear, the three golden earrings singing happily along to the song of sex. "just needed to hear you say it — say that you wanted me."
the rutting of your swollen clit against damp fabric sent jolts of electricity throughout your body, your muscles aching and burning for more. a breathless laugh huffed from the pit of your chest, honest and a little frustrated as you teased softly: "been tellin' you how much i wanted you, dumbass. maybe you should clean your ears out, huh?"
an amused smile pulled at Zoro's flushed complexion as he moved to meet your lips once more, his pace much slower as the words continued to tumble out. "y'know how many times i've thought about that wild mouth of yours? been wanting to fill it just to get you to shut up."
"you might just get what you want," you flirted, pulling back to run your palms over his broad chest. "my offer still stands about making you feel good..."
you could feel the violent thrumming of his heart against your palms as he lunged forward, peppering kisses over your rosy lips. a sweet giggle echoed off the walls as you accepted them, Zoro's facade slowly melting away to reveal the timid, sweet boy you'd grown to love over the years.
“do your worst," Zoro winked, caressing the small of your back as you slid off the countertop.
a hollow thump sounded as you used your hand to press him against the wall, your lips traveling down his neck agonizingly slow. your jaw and teeth worked in tandem as you pulled and sucked along his pulse, earning a soft groan from the man against you. that sweet sound earned an extra needy tug from your mouth, smiling against the bruised skin as your free hand made its way into his waistband. you could feel Zoro twitching under your touch, his bulge growing as you explored further.
"fuck..." Zoro whimpered as he threw his head back, bringing his tied hand up to rub over his eyes and through his hair. but the foreign weight of your hand tugged it right back down, a sharp glint in your eyes as you grabbed his chin. your intense glare drove his attention away from the way his arm rested awkwardly against his chest.
"don't close your eyes, Zo. i want you to watch me go down on you," you demanded, kneeling to unbuckle the belt that rested firmly on his hips. "can you do that for me?"
Zoro spent countless hours with you throughout the years, and never once has he seen this side of you. there were many nuances woven into the pattern of your personality; things he loved so much they made his heart swell, and things that drove him right up the fucking wall. he cherished you because you were different from the other women he knew. you were a force of passion, resilience, and tenderness that didn't shy away from Zoro's faults. you were not his oldest friend, but you were certainly his favorite. Zoro always knew there was something special about you — it was the way you pushed him to be a better version of himself without having to say a word. you brought a light to the inhospitable caverns that inhabited his chest, kindling a flame he never knew could exist. and right now, that flame burned. it burned so bright and full Zoro was afraid of the damage it might cause, the things it would swallow and destroy if they caught fire.
but the tantalizing eye contact you're making centimeters from his throbbing cock has Zoro throwing all caution to the wind, entirely willing to let everything crash and burn if it meant you would take every inch. Zoro's body trembled in anticipation, his growing length becoming unbearable trapped in the confines of his denim jeans. he nodded breathlessly, swallowing the lump in his throat as he was not quite ready to show his cards. he wanted this experience to be as memorable as possible, grappling onto the fabric of reality to ground himself in the present.
for the first time in his life, Roronoa Zoro regretted drinking. perhaps the silly white lie inscribed across his chest would come to fruition.
the sensation of your delicate fingers wrapping around his length pulled Zoro out of his thoughts, recalling his task from moments ago. arousal stirred deep in his gut as he watched you pump his aching cock, pre-cum glistening under the flickering vanity lights. you dragged your hot tongue along the underside of his length, gliding over the thick vein that resides there.
"goddamn," Zoro stuttered through gritted teeth as you wrapped your lips around his tip, sucking gently before taking the rest of his cock into your mouth. "you're so fucking good at that."
tears brimmed your eyes as you swallowed him down, your cheeks hollowing with every bob and tug. carnal moans vibrated against his cock as you took him further down your throat, your hand dripping in saliva and desire.
large, calloused fingers brushed loose strands of hair out of your face before pulling the rest of your hair into a tight ponytail. trails of saliva glistened down your chin and onto the supple skin of your neck, pupils completely blown from bliss and intoxication. Zoro couldn't help the roll of his hips, hastily working his cock into your throat as he fucked it. it was hot and purposeful and consuming; the way you whimpered and gagged driving him closer to his orgasm. the grip in your hair grew tighter as the coil in Zoro's core furled in on itself, his vision going white as he groaned and spilled down your throat.
you pried your wet mouth off his cock with a lewd pop, swallowing every last drop of his cum and savoring the way it slid down your throat warmly.
"you're so fucking beautiful," Zoro rasped, using the end of his shirt to clean your face gently. "just wish it didn't take me fucking your throat to tell you that."
you chuckled at his words, taking his hand in yours and kissing his knuckles. "it's okay, you can tell me all about it when we get outta here."
the promise in your words stirred a fondness in Zoro's chest that sent him reeling all over again, a smirk tugging at his lips as he pulled you up to kiss him.
...
"i never thought i'd live to see the day where the Roronoa Zoro lost a drinking game!"
you were convinced Luffy was the eighth wonder of the world, the man entirely sober as he clanged his plastic fork and knife against the table as he waited for Sanji to deliver his third McDonalds breakfast platter. his drinking partner, on the other hand, currently laid lifeless across leather couch cushions, sporting a garbage bag around his neck like a medallion.
unfortunately for sober Nami, drunk Nami was much more willing to have her friends crash at her place after the function. Sanji and Vivi worked together to assemble makeshift "beds" out of old blankets and cushions they found in Nami's storage closet. aching bodies now decorated the linoleum flooring, wincing at Luffy's loud hollering from the dining room.
"Luffy, if you don't shut the fuck up right now i swear to god i will kill you myself," Nami scowled, temporarily lifting her head from the porcelain toilet bowl to reprimand her overly-energetic friend. but it wasn't long before she heaved again, spewing her guts out while Vivi rubbed soothing circles into her back.
"hehe! you hungry, Nami?" Luffy teased, dangling a strip of bacon in her direction before tossing it into his mouth.
"get the hell out of my house!"
the aggressive slam of the bathroom door caused you to wince, eyebrows furrowing together as you rose from your place on the floor. your head throbbed violently as you motioned for any form of sustenance, the crinkling of brown paper bags singing a promising melody. Zoro's heavy footsteps navigated around the living room to deliver a semi-cold hash brown, a soft smile dancing across his lips as you accepted it weakly.
"eat up," he encouraged, easing down and taking a seat next to you.
"thank you," you smiled, leaning against his arm as you took the first bite. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you groaned in delight, the greasy puck of potatoes probably the best thing you've ever put in your mouth.
well, that and...
"are you guys banging now?" Luffy asked casually, shoveling a syrup-soaked pancake into his mouth as he waited for an answer.
the rest of the room fell silent in anticipation while you and Zoro howled with laughter, a dull ache radiating from inside your temples as you willed yourself to stop. soft hazel eyes met yours before Zoro draped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in close to plant a kiss on the crown of your head.
"well, when you put it like that Lu it just sounds wrong," Zoro chuckled, the low rumble of his voice soothing your oncoming headache. "but yes, we're figuring things out."
"about time! [y/n], you wouldn't believe how many times i've caught him staring at you with these big puppy dog eyes—!"
"Luffy, what the hell?!"
you put a hand against Zoro's chest, pushing yourself off of him to get a better look at the bright-eyed boy. "no please, Luffy, go on. i'd just love to hear all about these 'puppy dog eyes'."
hello lovely people in my phone!! i apologize for my hiatus, i've been suffering from a severe case of i-have-writers-block-and-have-been-hating-everything-i've-ever-written disease. i also believe the fanfiction writer curse has caught up to me so there's that too. i decided that the best way to overcome this stump was to try and go back to my roots, soooo here's a fun little fic for my beloved roronoa. i'm also trying out a new image formatting style so lmk what you think :D
for all my readers who aren't aware of what a borg is, it's essentially a gallon-sized drink where you mix water, liquor, and flavor packets (like Kool Aid or other stuff like that) together and attempt to finish it throughout the night. very fun but very dangerous lol
okay that's enough outta me i hope you guys enjoyed this as much as i did writing it byeeee <3
don’t worry, darling | black leg sanji x fem!reader
sanji's touch trembled slightly at your words, impatience and lust getting the better of him. a gruff laugh spilled from his own soaked lips, a result of his tongue subconsciously mirroring the way you worked him into your mouth. "yes, darling" was all he could muster under the strain of his arousal, his pants growing tighter with each passing second...
word count: 2.6k
cw/tags: afab/fem!reader, housewife!sanji, established relationship, high school sweethearts, mature language, modern!au, fluff, porn with a lil plot, cunnilingus, slight suffocation (it's okay he likes it), use of pet names ("darling", "sweetheart", etc.), and other crazy shit i probably forgot to mention, MDNI pls!!!
if you're unfamiliar with frankie avalon's 'venus', you can find the song here!
frustration throbbed beneath the soft skin of your temples, vessels threatening to pop under the weight of your irritation. countless hours spent at your stuffy office job called for silent drives home with the windows down, the cool summer breeze drowning out the musty scent that stuck to your clothes.
the warm kitchen light illuminated the red brick of the windowsill as you pulled into the driveway. the hum of a soulful tune spills from the window, Etta James' voice synchronizing with the longing beat of your heart. polished glass slightly ajar graced you with a glimpse into your own loving home, the home you shared with you husband. your eyes landed on the sight of your husband's well-dressed back, cigarette in hand as he swayed along to the tune. you instantly recognized the maroon dress shirt that clung to his sculpted frame, a piece of his expansive wardrobe he knew was one of your favorites. his gaze was focused on the sizzling pan before him, tossing its contents gently as he took a long drag. it was small acts of service like these that made your heart swell, traces of harsh footsteps washed away from the shore of your mind.
slipping off your work shoes, Sanji's firm hands snake around your waist, pulling you into a deep kiss. your head swims as he dives into you, teeth brushing together as you smile. the smell of spice and nicotine floods your senses, a familiar warmth pooling deep in your stomach.
"hello, my love," Sanji greets tenderly, palm rubbing soothing circles on the small of your back. "how was work today?"
"long," you sighed, shrugging off your coat. "how was your day? i smell something cooking."
Sanji chuckles at the sight of your nose switching upwards, inhaling the savory aroma of meat and starches. "mine was just fine, dear. i've been prepping dinner all day — it's your favorite! grilled chicken with garlic potatoes and veggies, just the way you like it."
the thought of the delicious meal made your stomach grumble, cheeks flushing in embarrassment. Sanji's raspy laughter filled the silence as he brought you close to his chest, his thrumming heart filling your ears. the beat synchronized with the introduction to Frankie Avalon's 'Venus,' your coupled bodies swaying to the soft melody. a thick, sultry hum vibrates against your temple as Sanji begins to sing along:
"Venus, goddess of love that you areee," he drawled, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. "surely the things i ask, can't be too great a task.."
overwhelming gratitude filled your chest as you whisked away in the foyer of your home, the home you shared with Sanji. he was the man of your dreams, often staying home to tend to housework while you provided for your growing family. when you first started dating, he offered to work for the rest of your life if it meant that you would never have to worry ever again. your high school sweetheart was always overly ambitious, constantly feeling the need to reassure him that wouldn't be necessary. despite always complaining about your nosey coworkers, you enjoyed working as it gave you a stable routine amidst the chaos of your life. Sanji was another grounding force that kept you afloat, a factor in your life that you knew would remain constant. his place in your heart was set in stone, an immovable force that no disaster could shake.
you crane your neck upwards to meet his soothing gaze, using the palm of your hand to gently cup his cheek. scratchy stubble of a clean shaven face grazed your soft skin, the pads of your thumb tracing the wear of his under eyes. Sanji sacrifices his time at the restaurant for you, cutting down his hours so that you can come home to a clean house with a fresh meal decorating the dining table. sheltered in the haze of cigarette smoke and you are Sanji's favorite evenings. but it would be a lie to say that you don't worry about your husband's wellbeing. worried that he prioritizes your needs over his own.
"you know you don't have to do this, sweetheart. i'm perfectly fine with coming home to take-out and a movie date on the couch. i'm worried you're stretching yourself thin for my sake," you said shyly, sympathetic.
Sanji took your hand in his, bringing the back of it to his lips as he pressed a gentle kiss, "I'm fine, [y/n]. i promise you that everything i do, i do out of free will. now let me take care of you by feeding you—"
overcome with emotion and desire for your husband, you crash your lips into his, cutting his sentence short. your firm grasp on the nape of his warm neck guided him into you, Sanji matching your pace with practiced ease. the kiss began tenderly, spoke a language no words in the English language could proclaim. but with the kind of day you've had, you craved more and more of his delicate touch. you wanted to make up for all the lost time you spent wasting away in that dusty office while your husband worked, busying himself as he patiently awaited your arrival.
small nibbles and desperate pulls of velvety skin intensified your need, a fervid heat beginning to pool between your thighs. Sanji's strong hands worked at your waist, tugging your hips into his, now painfully aware of the clothing that separated the two of you. "off" was the word tattooed to the forefront of your mind, the power it held in what it meant drove you to a euphoric high as you pressed yourself further into him. as if you couldn't feel more alive, Sanji hoisted you up into the air, wrapping your legs around his waist as he moved with purpose. you gasped in shocked pleasure at the height, staring into his deep blue eyes before colliding once again. you had no idea where he was taking you, but it didn't matter. all you knew was that you needed him. and you needed him now. hell, he could take you right here on the floor if he really wanted to, ruining the pristine condition he worked to maintain throughout the day.
to your surprise, a firm surface clashes with the soft plush of your ass, Sanji using it as an instrument to aid your pleasure. his gentle hand is now rested under your knee, spreading your thighs ever-so-slightly to claim his spot between them. the thick hard-on beneath his dark slacks grazes your aching core with every dip and thrust. your hips buck mindlessly, chasing that sensation as you grow increasingly more wet under his touch. the taut material of your work pants begin to prickle your legs, your arousal bleeding into a feverish sweat. off.
"off, Sanji," you whimpered, eyes half lidded as you tugged at your waistband. "take these off."
Sanji, never one to deny your request, began to fiddle with the metallic loops and buckles of your pants. his hot mouth lowered down to your neck as he peeled the pants clean off. the snap of the loud fabric pulled your mouth into a naughty smirk, planting your feet on the tabletop as you raised your knees to your chest. the sight of your sopping panties now on full display to the rest of your house, the ghosts of warm memories swimming around you as you drink in the sight of the blond man under you. a raspy moan escaped from your lips as Sanji tugged the supple skin of your neck with his teeth, hungrily satisfying your flesh as his hands wandered down to your hips.
his slender fingers hooked under the thin elastic of your panties, the pastel pink fabric darkened with your arousal. you lifted your hips into him once more, inviting him to pull them off and take you. Sanji has always been fluent in your body's language, taking your wordless request into consideration as he obeyed your command. the room's stuffy draft drifted cooly over the heat rising from your core, the sensation urging your craving to be touched. you craned your neck back, raking your fingers through messy blonde waves as you gave Sanji full access to the expansive plane of skin. his lips surged into yours as his fingers trailed softly between your folds, your slick painting his fingertips. his teasing touch caused you to moan against his ear, the absence of necessary friction driving you crazy.
"touch me harder," you pleaded, writhing your hips into his touch.
Sanji pulled his fingers away instantly, earning an irritated groan from you. his hands caressed the supple skin around your pulsing cunt, gently massaging circles to ease your tensing muscles below.
"shhh, it's okay sweetheart. we have time," Sanji hushed gently, one of his palms cupping your cheek.
leaning into his touch, you huffed and shuddered under his intense gaze. your cheeks flushed a fierce pink as your bottom half lay open and exposed, his own growing erection dangerously close to your cunt. his thumb brushed your bottom lip lightly, the slick of your saliva gliding it effortlessly into your mouth. your tongue hollowed as you tasted his finger, twisting and sucking it further down your throat. the smell of smoke and ash intoxicating as you tasted his fingertips, growing envious of the addiction he spends so much time satisfying. you never broke eye contact as you did so, watching his resolve crumble with every swipe and stroke. completely mesmerized by the way your head bobbed around his finger, Sanji dove further, earning a sweet gag out of you.
"will you fuck me now?" you asked around his finger, tone thick and full with arousal. your fingers worked on the buttons of your shirt, undoing them agonizingly slow to reveal your breasts.
Sanji's touch trembled slightly at your words, impatience and lust getting the better of him. a gruff laugh spilled from his own soaked lips, a result of his tongue subconsciously mirroring the way you worked him into your mouth. "yes, darling" was all he could muster under the strain of his arousal, his pants growing tighter with each passing second.
his slick thumb trailed down your exposed middle, each pass igniting a flame as he inched closer and closer to your needy pussy. you watched breathlessly as he met your core, his finger tracing lazy circles over your swollen clit. every rub sent jolts of electricity deep into your stomach, muscles beginning to constrict as your orgasm builds. Sanji's hand found its way into your bra, kneading the plush skin of your breast as he stimulated you below. the attention drove you wild, your breath hitching in your throat as it grew unbearable. you needed him inside you, needed him to brutally attack that gummy spot that sent you reeling.
Sanji lowered himself between your thighs, his warm breath ghosting over your drooling cunt. he exhaled a satisfied groan as he slid a finger inside, twisting and hooking to tease your g-spot.
"so needy," he purred, placing a tender kiss on your puffy clit. you flinched from the contact, rocking your hips into his rhythm as he eased in a second finger. "its hard to believe you could work in these conditions, my love. you're so tense! use me, baby. use me to let go and relief yourself."
a whiny, pitchy moan dragged out from your lips, throwing your head back as he pumped ferociously inside of you. Sanji's tongue teased and suckled at your flesh simultaneously, lapping up your sweet nectar as you slowly released around his hold. just as your thighs began to tremble and twitch, Sanji removed his fingers, your cunt pulsing frantically in their absence. it wasn't long before he dove back in, replacing his hands with his wild tongue. you writhed as he pried your thighs apart, his firm grasp trying its best to keep you in place. your back hit the thin linen sheet that draped over the dining table, fisting the fabric as you rode your high.
lewd sounds of your slick lapping against his tongue mingled with the clang of rattling silverware, a melody of desperate moans joining the symphony. your hands found their way into his honey-blonde hair once again, Sanji's scalp stinging as you tugged.
"fuck Sanji! right there! don't stop i'm close.." you cried out, eyes watering as you shut them tightly. the moans escaping you were deafening, the old wood beneath you vibrating. you could feel Sanji smiling into you, his lips curling into a smirk as he continued to ravage you.
your neck snapped upwards, chin pressed against your chest as you watched your husband eat you out. the sight alone was enough to make you come — his dark lashes resting softly against his rosy cheeks, the slick of your arousal soaking his face and shirt. you made a mental note to handle his laundry for the next few days, tending to the stain before it could ruin the delicate fabric.
with every buck and roll of your hips, Sanji began to whine into your core, his erection growing painful under the confines of his pants. but he was determined to make you finish right into his mouth. the taste of you was intoxicating, a flavor Sanji never wished to forget. he could devour you for every meal for the rest of his life and not once would he go hungry. you satisfied him, in sex, in love, in life. you were the one, tinkered to perfection just for him.
"come for me, sweetheart" Sanji begged, his fingers sliding into you once more, beckoning for your sweet release. the rhythmic pump and curl of his fingers sending you right over the edge.
your grip on his hair tightened as you brought him into you, his lips suctioning around your aching cunt as he drank you in. in the heat of your orgasm, you cleared the table entirely as you grabbed at anything to stabilize your convulsing body. a cacophony of clattering silverware and shattering ceramic filled the room, then world around you crumbling along with your resolve.
"yes! yes! yes! oh my god—" you exclaimed, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you clamped your thighs around Sanji's head. the force of your skin into his temples was enough to make his ears ring, a dull pain lingering under your touch. but none of that mattered. the temporary pain Sanji felt in this moment could never amount to the irritation you endured every day away from home. he would do anything to relieve you of that burden, and if suffocating him between your thighs was the way to go, he would do it a thousand times over.
the crippling realization of your actions snapped you out of your euphoria, rising to sit up as you took in the sight around you. shards of white ceramic dishes scattered across the floor, your now-dirty silverware accompanying the mess. you brought your hands to your face, hiding it out of shame.
"i'm so sorry, love. i'll clean it up," you apologized, scooting off the table. a soft hand on your shoulder stops you, Sanji's gaze a mixture of gratitude and sincerity.
"don't even worry about it," he began, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. "go wash up and i'll have this all cleaned up by the time you're back!"
you sighed, relieved that after all the work he's been through today, Sanji was still willing to help you. "what did i do to deserve such a loving husband?"
Sanji smiled softly, using his free hand to push the wild strands of hair out of your face. "i've been hooked on you since the day i met you, [y/n]. all you had to do was be yourself."
sanji has worked his way into my heart and i cannot shake this beautiful man i adore him with my entire being
and yes, this inspired by that one scene from ‘don’t worry darling’. it was a calling and who am i to turn down divine intervention?
sanji, the gentleman he was, ignored the pounding of his heart and the aching of his cock under his tight pants to ensure your pleasure before his. as much as he wanted to bend you over and fuck you over the countertop, he bit his tongue and used it to tease you instead...
word count: 2.9k
cw/tags: afab/fem!reader, curvy!reader, brief mentions of insecurity, mature language, porn with a lil plot, fingering, squirting, oral sex (f! receiving), brief mentions of masturbation and vouyerism, some fluff tho!, use of name calling (“sweetheart”, “baby”, “my love”), hardly proofread chill on me, MDNI pls!!!
it was no secret that sanji absolutely adored you. his admiration allowed himself to be completely at your disposal, wishing you would selfishly take advantage of his graciousness. however, sanji believed that it wasn’t fair for him to be the only one to recognize your beauty. no, he wanted you to see it for yourself. he caught onto your self-consciousness early on — the way you would shy away from his gaze when you wore a bikini out on the deck, shielding your belly with your arms. in truth, you were worried sanji wouldn't treat you the same as the other women aboard. your festering insecurities caused you to believe that his generosity only extended to those with smaller figures and slimmer waists. but that couldn't have been farther from the truth. he worshipped your body as if it was a sacred temple, worried that his impure thoughts would tarnish its pristine condition. sanji lusted over your curves, dreaming of exploring each fold and crevice, every mound and arch that decorated the smooth valley of your figure.
there would be times when your skirt would ride up just enough for sanji to sneak a glance. the way your ass consumed the thin fabric that hardly shielded it from the outside world sent him reeling. images of you bent over in these miniature articles of clothing (courtesy of nami's taste in fashion) seared into his memory, which he later used to pleasure himself in the confines of his bedroom. he would tug and stroke his aching cock, pleading to be touched by your delicate fingers. sanji could imagine the sensation of your warm breath ghosting over his leaking tip, the thought just enough to have him writhing against his sheets. his releases were so strong when you were in mind — his orgasm causing him to see stars while he whimpered your name into the night sky’s abyss. he could only dream of being suffocated between your pillowy thighs while he ravaged on your dripping core, exploring its taste as if it were an exotic delicacy.
the morning after such perverse activities always had sanji on edge, especially around you. anxious that if you peered into his dusty blue eyes long enough, you could read the absurdities that plagued his mind. sanji would avert his gaze, lighting cigarettes and taking a long drag every few minutes to ease the racing of his heart.
this particular morning the kitchen reeked of cigarette smoke, your stomach churning at the scent. you'd grown accustomed to sanji's smoking habit, often taking a drag when he offered it to you. but this was nauseating, causing you to cover your nose as you entered the room.
"jesus, what the hell are you trying to do? hotbox the kitchen??" you question over the loud clanging of pots and pans, playfulness mingling with your concern. the ventilation in the kitchen had been so poor that you had to physically waft the clouds of smoke out of your sight.
preoccupied with balancing the cigarette between his lips so the ash didn't fall into the dish below, sanji jumped at the sound of your voice. his ambiguously colored pupils dilated, eyes wild with fear and shame as if you had caught him in the middle of doing something bad.
"[y/n], my love. what are you doing here?" he asked, dropping a spoon as his hands trembled slightly. you smiled, even when he's nervous he's charming.
"just came to see if you needed any help," you responded innocently. however, your thoughts were anything but as you admired the sight before you — sanji's sleeves rolled up past his elbows, the bundled fabric tight around his biceps. his baby blue shirt was buttoned down a few notches, exposing the supple skin of his chest underneath. your breath hitched slightly as he hovered over the counter, palms pressed against its cool surface to stabilize himself. oh what you'd give to be pressed between that small space.
his head tilted at the sound of your request, yet the adorable confusion plastered across his face did not match the racing of his heart. sanji was ecstatic that you suddenly wanted to spend leisure time with him rather than tending to your own needs. he huffed a laugh, a small cloud of smoke billowing from his rosy lips, "i'm sure you have other things you'd rather do than be trapped with me."
"no, please. i'd love to help you," you insisted, smiling as you made your way over to where he was stationed. "i'll be your sous chef! your wish is my command, just show me where you need me."
sanji looked down into your eyes, amusement and fondness fusing into a blush that danced across his cheeks. your last few words lingered in his mind — oh boy he really did need you. his lips quirked into a smirk, pearly teeth flashing as they held the cigarette in place. "okay then."
you squealed at his approval, excited to finally get your hands dirty. sanji was extremely particular about who he let into his kitchen, worried that the crew's carelessness would disrupt the precision he worked so hard to maintain. it was his safe space — a place perfectly designed for him, a place where he could go blow off some steam doing what he loves most. so when he agreed to have you, your heart couldn't help but soar in your chest.
sanji directed you to cutting the fruit, granting you a simple task as he believed you shouldn't work too hard — you were too pretty for that. a comfortable silence grew between the two of you, each in your own little worlds while simultaneously enjoying the other's company. the only thing filling the silence would be the occasional scraping of the knife against the cutting board and the sizzling from the various pans occupying the burners on the stove. sanji would steal glances your way, chuckling to himself as he caught the way your brows furrowed in concentration.
"need some help?" sanji asked, fixing his sleeves as he walked over to you. your eyes met his, bashfully averting your gaze and returning it to the fruit before you. he gently places his hand over yours, seizing your continuous cutting motion.
“was it that obvious?” you laughed, turning to meet him as you held the knife up, gesturing for him to relieve you from your task. however, sanji had a better idea — taking advantage of your blissful ignorance and using it as a way to get closer to you.
he placed a gentle grip over your fingers, holding your hand in his as he steadies the knife. his other hand traveled down to meet the one you reserved for the small piece of fruit, lacing your fingers between his as he closed the gap between you two. your lower back now rested against his stomach, the friction of solid abs beneath the linen surface sent straight into your core. you leaned to rest against his chest, bodies pulled together by some invisible magnetic force. such proximity allowed you to feel the rise and fall of his chest, drinking in traces of cologne mingling with cigarette smoke. his scent was enough to make your head swim, your heart racing as your breathing became slow and deep.
"make sure you keep your fingers nice and tucked in like this when you cut stuff," sanji informed, using his hand to ball your fingers up. "can't risk damage to those pretty fingers of yours."
as someone who cherishes his own, it would be a lie to say that sanji hadn't paid attention to your hands. it was only in his wildest dreams where you showed him how skilled you were with yours — revealing yourself to him as he watched you explore your own body. he yearned for such a privilege, envisioning the way your fingers glided in and out of your core, white hot pleasure building inside as you brought yourself to a sweet release.
the two of you remained in this position until the rest of the fruit has been complete. thick, malleable tension gradually filled the atmosphere, both of you scared to disturb the beautiful moment shared. you were the first to break silence, bringing a cube of sweet honeydew melon to sanji's lips. his mouth accepted the offer, teeth grazing against your plush fingertips. you were mesmerized by the way his jaw worked to chew the fruit, gaze lingering on the way his lips never left your hands.
sanji caught your hand in his as you faced to meet him once again, gently placing a kiss on the rest of your fingers, "you did a wonderful job, my love. thank you for your help."
a fierce crimson blush colored your face, holding his gaze in yours, "i learned from the best."
the gap between the two of you shrunk with every passing second, sanji's large hands traveling down your body. a small gasp released from your lips as he made his way to your waist, pushing you farther into the countertop. his thumbs brushed gently against the space where your pants and soft flesh met, causing you to shiver from his touch. sanji brought his delicate hand to your face, cupping your cheek as his fingers slowly raked through your hair. you could see the hesitation in his eyes, worry swimming in his light eyes, afraid to cross such a boundary. yours, on the other hand, filled with a strong desire, a sweet plea that gave him a sense of reassurance. i want this.
in one swift motion, sanji discarded his cigarette by tossing it to the ground and sealed the gap between the two of you. he planted a long, hungry kiss across your soft lips. you could taste the smoke in his breath, the burn of the nicotine accelerating your head rush. your hands explored his chest — raking your hands over his smooth pecs as you made your way up to his collar, tugging on it to pull you closer. this small act of desperation raised a laugh from sanji's lips, his smile breaking the rhythm, "be patient, baby. i've got you."
sanji's words made their way straight down to your core, heat pulsing with desire for his touch. his fingers tightened slightly in your hair, just enough to tug your head backwards as he explored the skin across your neck. a sweet moan fell from your lips and into the hot kitchen air, each kiss traveling lower and lower down your body. his hands followed soon after, trailing down your navel as he followed every curve and ridge that resided there. sanji paid special attention to your breast, his mouth opening just a little wider to release warm, husky breath over supple skin. his pearly teeth worked to nibble and suck, a light trail of hickeys making their home on your chest. sanji pulled back to admire is work, to admire you.
"god, you're beautiful," he breathed, his voice raspy and hardly above a whisper. you moaned into a smile, raking your fingers through his honey-blonde hair to push it out of his eyes. you wanted to see him while he ravaged your body, your eyes tracing over his curly brows and dark eyelashes as he peered up at you.
he continued his passionate rhythm, planting kisses atop your stomach as he worked to unbutton your jeans. sanji, the gentleman he was, ignored the pounding of his heart and the aching of his cock under his tight pants to ensure your pleasure before his. as much as he wanted to bend you over and fuck you over the countertop, he bit his tongue and used it to tease you instead.
sanji wrapped his arms around your plush thighs, hoisting you up and placing you onto the countertop before him. you squealed at the sudden height, bringing his face to yours as an act of gratitude for handling you with such tenderness. sanji's hands ran over your thighs, blindly feeling his way up to your ass. he gave it a gentle squeeze before hooking his fingers into the small pocket where your back and pants met, tugging it down to expose your ruined panties to the outside world. your hips bucked to assist him, peeling them off slowly and sensually as he observed you. the hunger in his eyes told you that he was ready, licking his rosy lips as his breathing increased rapidly underneath the confines of his shirt. oh that won't do.
your eyes quickly flickered down his shirt before you pulled him into you — unraveling each button with a speed sanji couldn't catch up with. his trembling hands made an effort to help you out, but you beat him to the punch, finishing and shrugging the fabric off his broad shoulders. nothing could have prepared you for the beauty he beheld. you'd always recognized sanji's handsomeness, admired the way his pale skin glistened in the beaming sunlight. or the way his broad shoulders swayed gracefully with each step, a strong arm swinging just below. but right now, underneath the warm kitchen light, he glowed.
sanji pulled you into one final kiss, a parting gift as he lowered himself into the warm space between your thighs. he brought his hand to the small of your back, pushing you closer to the edge of the counter to get a better angle of you. mesmerized at the sight, sanji smiled — trailing kisses into your thighs, stopping right before your soaked panties. he pulled back and returned his gaze to yours, running circles into your waist with his thumbs, “are you sure you wanna do this?”
you nodded breathlessly, pushing his head closer into your aching core begging him to touch you, “‘m positive.”
he huffed a laugh that ghosted right over your cunt, your hips bucking at the warmth of his mouth, “okay, then just sit still for me, sweetheart.”
he took his long, delicate fingers and gently slid your panties to the side, strings of warm slick connecting to your heat. the slight draft blew over your exposed cunt, its juxtaposing temperature causing you to shiver. sanji placed a tender kiss on the space just above your clit, his bottom lip grazing it ever-so-slightly. he hooks his fingers under the waistband of your panties, pulling the lace down your legs, unraveling you as if you were a precious gift sent from the gods themselves. his tongue explores your folds, lapping at your aching entrance, begging to be filled. the salacious sounds of him groaning and ravaging your cunt meshed with the moans erupting from your mouth, loud and shameless.
"fuck, sanji. don't stop," you pleaded, your fingers grasping at his golden locks for stability as your climax builds.
"not yet, darling. we're just getting started," sanji groaned, his words slurring underneath you, drunk off your slick and pheromones. his dark lashes fluttered against his rosy cheeks, beads of sweat beginning to coat his forehead. sanji parted from you with a final suck, a pop reverberating as he released his suction from your clit. once he was sure that you were teetering the boundary of orgasm, sanji inserted a finger into you, curling it up to find that spongy button that would surely send you over the edge. the way you flinched, brows furrowed and mouth agape in pleasure let him know he succeeded. bingo.
a second finger slides into you gracefully, your lust allowing for easy access. sanji begins to pump his fingers rhythmically, curling them so they're able to hit that spot just right. your thighs tremble and shake as his speed increases, his soft thumb tracing circles over your puffy clit, hot and throbbing from the attention. as if this sex couldn't get any better, sanji raked his tongue straight through your folds, electricity buzzing and building into an overwhelming climax. your arms grew weak from holding yourself up, exhaustion from fighting back a premature orgasm eventually led you to give in to the cool surface of the countertop. you watched the way sanji worked between your thighs, completely lost in his own thrusting. what you hadn't realized was the way his hips bucked beneath you, grinding his cock against the fabric of his pants to relieve its tension. precum began to leak from his swollen tip, a seal of approval as you drove him to make such a mess of himself without touching him at all. sanji wanted this moment to be about you, his own pleasure an afterthought.
you began to lose touch with all reality, eyes lolling to the back of your head while you writhed beneath sanji's hot mouth. the moans escaping your lips were so primal, groans and squeals of pleasure rasping into the tranquil morning atmosphere. you finally decided that you could no longer hold back, releasing your sweet cum all over sanji's face, "god! fuck, yes sanji! i'm c-coming!"
he acted fast, instinctively catching the juices squirting from your core into his mouth, drinking in your decadent taste. once he was satisfied, sanji trailed gentle kisses along your stomach, showering you in praise, "you did so good, my love. thank you."
the comedown from your orgasm brought you back to your senses, cheeks flushing as you crash your lips onto his. you could taste the sweetness of your own cunt in his saliva, tongue swiping over his lips to savor it. this time, your kiss bled into something softer, tongues wrestling playfully against one another. a sudden scent of pungent smoke hits your nose, withdrawing you from the moment.
"what's...burning?" you ask slowly, piecing the puzzle together in your head.
sanji's eyes suddenly snap open, horror filling them as he realized his crucial error, "SHIT!"
literally wrote this after hearing the rumors surrounding toei and sanji😭😭😭 free my husband till its backwards wtf!!
the time is right, your perfume fills my head
the stars get red, and, oh, the night's so blue
and then I go and spoil it all
by saying somethin' stupid like, "i love you."
word count: 1.3k
cw/tags: roronoa zoro x fem!reader, drinking and drunken confessions, short&sweet, sfw and fluff!! inspired by something stupid - frank sinatra & nancy sinatra
the sound of the crashing waves against the ship’s hull mingled with the cacophonous laughter that erupted from the two of you. after a long, stressful day of evading one of the many nefarious foes that tailed behind your crew, zoro had the brilliant idea of winding down with a cool bottle of sake.
zoro's head swayed with the restless current, bobbing against the wooden panels that lined the crow’s nest. his beautifully tanned skin prickled with goosebumps as the ocean breeze grazed his exposed arms. when he was with you, zoro felt like he could come alive — lowering his guard and allowing himself to be ignorant to the outside world, just for a moment. his stoicism faltered whenever you were around, effortlessly tugging a gentle smile at his lips with a single, all-knowing glance. despite only being a part of the crew for a few months, you grew to understand zoro better than anyone else on the crew — hell, sometimes better than himself. the relationship between the two of you was easy and comfortable, two feelings zoro had never been familiar with. his life always flashed a million miles a minute, encountering death more times than he’d be willing to admit. but when you were around, his life slowed down, making time to commit your soft features to memory.
the feelings zoro had for you were more than romantic. sure, he allowed his mind to wander to not-so-appropriate places over the last few weeks when he finally realized his feelings for you. but the fluttering in his chest and stomach were not the only distinct symptoms that accompanied this crush. it exceeded the bounds of love and lust, crossing over into an unbridled admiration. he appreciated you in his life, finding himself unable to imagine a world that you weren't in, weren't a part of. and in the brief moments that he did, his chest hollowed and an aching loneliness burned through his heart.
so yeah, he liked you.
the alcohol that ran through his system made him feel light, its buzz causing his cheeks to flush. although, his blush wasn’t attributed to the alcohol alone. no, he had been watching the way you threw your head back, your loud and chaotic laughter erupting from your rosy lips. he loved how comfortable you were around each other, not afraid to unleash your “ugly laugh,” as you had called it once before. anything you did was a sign of beauty in his eyes, a treasure that he wanted to keep all for himself.
unbeknownst to zoro, you had felt the same way for a long time. ever since you met him, you recognized how undeniably handsome he was. the macho-man front he put on in the beginning had been a little off putting, constantly walking on eggshells to avoid disturbing him. however, zoro warmed up to you quite nicely once you had proved yourself trustworthy. you’d teased him once about being like a grumpy old cat — distant at times but always coming around when it mattered, showing affection at random periods, yet welcomed all the same.
your sweet, floral perfume fused with the salty ocean air, creating a dizzying sense of pleasure through zoro’s head. he knew he was staring at you, probably making you uncomfortable as the silence ran long. but he didn’t care. instead, he kept his eyes soft and his lips slightly parted into a smile, drunk off your presence alone. the alcohol was merely a confidence boost for what he was about to say, something he’d been itching to tell you for a long time.
“i love you,” zoro said, voice barely above a whisper. his eyes were fixated on you, watching you and waiting for the reaction he wanted. his gaze was intense, a tension building in his chest as the nerves bundled beneath the surface.
your heart jumped for a split second, stopping at the sound of his voice. he’s drunk, you reassured yourself, careful not to get your hopes up.
“yeah, yeah. i love you too, zoro” you joked, brushing off his words while you fixed your concentration on the dark ocean below. the tension inside the crow’s nest became heavy, a warmth flushing your cheeks that you begged to stop spreading.
“no, you’re not listening to me,” he slurred, words laced with frustration as he sat upright. something in zoro’s eyes shifted, his relaxation transforming into a seriousness that you had been entirely unprepared for, “i’m in love with you.”
“what?”
the warmth in the air became a tension so palpable that you could’ve molded it between your fingers, grasping it to stabilize your now-trembling hands. rather than accepting his words for what they had been, you’d been filled with a nasty bitterness as your mouth turned sour. you’d grown accustomed to the degrading routine of unrequited love, its loneliness becoming comfortable over time. in truth, the thought of someone possibly reciprocating those feelings terrified you, fearing for the disappointment that would follow.
“you’re drunk, roronoa.” you scoffed. whether it was during arguments or intimate conversations, you’d always addressed zoro by his proper name. it had turned into a safe word, letting him know that you were serious.
you began to rise to your feet, holding onto the wall for support as the alcohol ran wild through your system. zoro had stared at you with fierce bewilderment, brows furrowed as you packed for the night. he latched onto your wrist, grasp a perfect balance between firm and cautious, as if he were afraid you’d break under the pressure. zoro’s eyes were staring up into yours with an intense desperation, pleading for an ounce of your undivided attention.
“i’m serious, [y/n]. i love you. but you don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to. i know it’s weird coming from me — hell, i feel weird just saying it. but i know that if i don’t tell you now…i don’t think i ever will.”
the apprehension in his voice told you that he was telling the truth, a very scary truth at that. there were many times during battle, both on land and sea, where zoro should have been afraid. but nothing could have scared him more than the thought of losing you. he was worried that you’d reject him, forever tarnishing the beautiful friendship that you both worked so hard to build and protect. he was worried that you’d no longer come to him when you needed someone to talk to, afraid that he’d made things weird with his stupid crush. i’m such a fucking idiot.
however, nothing could have prepared him for the way you leapt into his arms, tackling him to the ground. the impact caused him to lose his balance, the both of you rolling onto your backs. drunken laughter filled the room once more, only this time it was accompanied with relief. you made your way into his arms, chests pressed against each other as your hearts synchronized. the kiss you planted on his lips was shy, testing the waters. zoro’s rough hands raked gently through your hair, grabbing a handful as he pulled you deeper into the kiss. you could taste the sake as your tongues mingled together, drinking in the remnants through his saliva. his grip on your waist tightened as you bucked your hips against his, hungrily begging for more and more of him.
“you have no idea how long i’ve been wanting to do that,” you huffed, cheeks and lips flushed as you catch your breath.
zoro’s lips traced your jawline, traveling downward as he placed a trail of kisses and nibbles down your neck, “who said we have to stop?”
cranked this one out real quick cause i just had to get it off my chest. i’ve been such a zoro and sanji girl lately it’s becoming an issue someone please sedate me
you had caught his attention from the moment he met you, and now he knew exactly why. these feelings were both enticing and petrifying, suddenly filled with guilt for being so unprofessional. although, monkey d. luffy has never been a man of tradition...
word count: 6.4k
tags: fem!reader, a lil angsty (brief mentions of insecurity), best friend!usopp and best friend!nami, shifting perspectives between reader and luffy (most of it in luffy’s pov), some suggestive content but no smut, hardly proofread oops, lots of fluff tho! inspired by ‘is this love?’ - bob marley & the wailers :)
the sun hung high in the sky, it's warm rays spreading across your skin, transforming it into a glistening bronze. it was a leisurely time on the thousand sunny, the chaos of battle behind the crew and a ways away in the new world. you finally had time to yourself, taking advantage of the tranquility that lingered in the air. all morning, you participated in self-care activities — from enjoying a long, steamy bath without disruptions from your male crew mates, to dedicating quiet time on the deck to finish the rest of the book Robin lent you while you tanned in your admittedly-skimpy bikini. however, the peaceful silence become suddenly unsettling, your heart beginning to race as you became increasingly anxious. your senses had been already been deprived, the sun blazing just behind the thin layer of your eyelids, the wind’s pace picking up and swarming into your ears. where is everybody?
as if you had summoned them, the door to the sunny’s common area swung open, slamming so hard against the wooden panels you thought it created a dent. three figures emerged carrying vibrant weapons that sprayed a mysterious liquid. before you could react, the salty liquid covered your entire body, small icy squirts piercing through your skin accompanied by shouts and belly laughter.
“get her, Usopp!!” a high-pitched voice rang, giggling uncontrollably as they swarm around you. Luffy and Usopp surround you, boxing you in while you sat there stunned and helpless in your seat. it turns out that Usopp had manufactured a new weapon — although, it’s sole purpose was to terrorize you and the rest of the crew rather than the foes you’d soon face in the new world. Chopper had made himself comfortable while he rested on the shoulders of the surprisingly sculpted man before you, Usopp’s brown skin glistening with sweat and seawater. Luffy stood beside you, his pronounced abs directly in your eye sight as he gazed his pearly grin upon you. the proximity of his heaving, sweaty body beside you made your cheeks flush, hoping the rubber man wouldn’t notice as you stare a little too longingly into his eyes.
the fondness you’d grown for your captain slowly bloomed into an unrequited crush over time — constantly reminding yourself that he has bigger things to worry about than working his way into your heart. the weight of his effect on you was suffocating at times, almost like “an exhausting burden that sucked the life out of me,” you had described to Nami once. it was unnecessarily distracting the way you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him — sneaking glances at dinnertime as he ravaged his meal, always looking for him during a battle to ensure his safety over your own, fumbling over your words and avoiding eye contact whenever he would approach you. his blissful ignorance to your coy advances didn’t make it any better, he always assumed you were just teasing him.
“hey! what’s the big idea, huh?” you griped, shouting at the group for splashing the crisp pages of the book on your lap. Robin is gonna kill me. “i’m gonna wring your neck for soaking Robin’s book! you know she's gonna my head, dumbasses!”
“awww c’mon [y/n]! it’s just a little water! what are you, scared or something?” Luffy teased, quirking his thin eyebrows.
“just a little water, huh? we’ll see about that,” you retorted, shifting your shocked expression to something more sinister and calculated. The sudden change of your demeanor stunned the young men before you, each of them exchanging quick glances before turning tail to flee. before they could do so, you lean over, clutching onto Luffy’s strong arms to steal the water-gun from his hands. the swiftness in which you moved didn’t give him enough time to react, a surprising feat considering how agile he can be. the slick from the sweat-seawater mixture that coated his body caused your hands to slip, gliding across his firm biceps and feeling every vein and scar that marks his skin. you were able to find dry patch on his wrist, clasping it in your hands and ridding him of the weapon.
“hey what the-!” Luffy exclaimed, arms thrown up into the air, leaving him perfectly vulnerable to your attack. you aimed the gun straight at the area between his eyes, the espresso-colored irises following its barrel. ocean water squirts right where you want it, waves of obsidian becoming soaked and falling over his eyes. Luffy shakes his head to rid his eyes and hair of the salty water, directing its droplets to you when he hears your squeals of shock. a large splash hits your spine as Usopp and Chopper team up against you, firing their “ammo” whilst you were distracted. you turned your attention to them, your initial anger subsiding into an invigorating rush of adrenaline as you charged toward them, laughing and screaming.
“Luffy, grab her!” Usopp commands over his shoulder, shielding himself from your relentless attack. before you could comprehend the command, you’re suddenly swept off your feet, kicking your long silky legs as a pair of strong arm wraps around your waist and hoist you up.
“Luffy! put me down!” you pleaded, giggles being pushed out of you as Luffy presses firmly on your stomach. he shifts your entire weight into his arms, hooking one of his arms under your legs as he carries you bridal-style. Instinctively, you wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your bare chest against his, breathing in tandem as he carries you toward the commotion. your breasts graze against the large “x” scarred into his chest, the textured skin creating a sense of friction that causes your stomach to flutter. you hadn’t noticed, but you had been breathing dangerously close to the crook of his neck as you held yourself close to him. selfishly, you wished this silly quarrel never ended, just so you could hold onto Luffy’s touch for a little while longer…
…
Luffy and Usopp had been scheming all morning — huddled and hushed in the corner of the boy’s quarters as Usopp made the finishing touches to his new contraptions. their sudden bursts of rambunctious laughter had earned its fair share of glares from Zoro, who had been resting peacefully in his hammock. they had been compiling a list of unsuspecting victims to test their weapons on — automatically ruling Zoro out as he had seen the finished product. as Usopp went down the list, Luffy gave his opinion on how he think each person would react, giving amused “oooo”’s and “ahhh”’s with each name. when Usopp made his way to your name, Luffy rolled over on his back, holding his stomach as a sweet melody of belly laughter erupted from his lips.
“oh man, she’s gonna be so mad!” he exclaimed, riding through his fit of giggles.
“she's gonna kill you two, you know that right?” Zoro grumbled, peeking at the pair through his dark eyelashes. his arms crossed behind his head, hands cupped in the valley of green tufts to support his neck while he rested.
“that’s why we have to do it! [y/n] has yet to experience a taste of our pranks. c'mon Usopp, back me up here!”
Luffy’s gaze fell upon his best friend, who had still been tinkering with the gun’s trigger mechanism. Usopp’s tongue rested between his lips in concentration, briefly returning it back to it’s place as he looked over to Zoro, “he’s right, Zoro. everyone on the crew needs to experience it. it’s like a rite of passage.”
“whatever. i’m not savin’ anyone’s ass if she bugs out,” Zoro conceded, shutting his eyes for the last time as he finally drifts off to sleep.
so that’s exactly what they did — stealthily monitoring your every move throughout the morning, lurking within dark corners of the ship to catch you in a vulnerable position. and, unbeknownst to yourself, you set the perfect trap when you decided to bask in the midday sun with your funny little book.
now, Luffy carried you in his firm grasp — cradling you close as he dodged the fire from Usopp and Chopper’s offense. the seawater sprayed upon your exposed body caused you to slip from his grasp, Luffy’s fingers sliding from the slick pooling between the creases in your thighs and waist. with every passing moment, his grasp on you became looser and looser. eventually, you were able to break free — using your freedom to take control and tackle Luffy, fighting him for his weapon.
the two of you tussled on the warm patch of grass that coated the deck, arms and legs beginning to itch from the constant scratching. Luffy had fought many dangerous foes before, but they were no match for your strength and determination. he felt himself losing, your thighs pinning his waist to the ground as you firmly parked yourself on his lap. you used one of your free hands to pin his wrists against the pillowy grass beneath the two of you, the other hand spinning the toy gun with incredible ease.
you rested the gun between the small space where his dark eyebrows met, a sly smirk dancing across your lips, “gotcha.”
the air surrounding the two of you abruptly became thick, Luffy’s breath hitching in his throat despite the quickened rise and fall of his chest. why is she so heavy all of a sudden?
the height of the sun once again casted its beaming rays onto you — only this time, you had an unexpected audience. your soaked hair had draped over one of your exposed shoulders, the saltwater accentuating natural waves that ran through it. the suns rays allowed the seawater that coated your skin to glisten, droplets shimmering over the curve of your thighs and boobs and ass and—
wait.
Luffy found his heart racing against his thoughts, thumping violently in his chest. an unfamiliar warmth pooled at the base of his abdomen, sparking into a living flame that kindled and fluttered throughout his body. the warmth suddenly became overwhelming, his cheeks and neck flushing with every passing moment. the blissful fluttering in his belly transformed into an unbearable wave of nausea, anxiety rising in his chest. what the hell is going on???
without much thought, Luffy abruptly twists his hips from beneath you, causing you to lose your balance. you rolled onto the grass, propping yourself up on your elbows as you watched Luffy briskly walk away, the muscles in his back working as he hurriedly swung his arms back and forth.
“hey, are you okay?” you called out, concern filling your chest.
even the sound of your voice put Luffy on edge, worried that you would catch on to his sudden change in demeanor. he flashed you a quick smile over his shoulder, his pearly teeth shining in the sun as they gritted against each other, “yeah, i’m fine! i think i just ate too fast is all. i’m gonna go lie down for a bit.”
the moment he returned to face the rest of the sunny, his smile fell. Luffy made his way down to the boys quarters, finding his bed and flopping face down into the mattress. he released a sigh that could’ve pushed all the air from his lungs had he tried just a little harder. the weight on his chest made him wish that he could do just that, hoping that such a simple remedy would cure his sudden ailment. becoming so overwhelmed by an unfamiliar feeling unsettled Luffy. he had always been so used to being sure of himself — never thinking twice about challenging emperors and soldiers with bounties that dulled his own in comparison.
the thoughts that raced through his mind caused him to toss and turn, ruffling the already-disturbed sheets from beneath him. falling asleep was always second nature to Luffy — the act of simply resting his head was enough to make him drift off to sleep. but now, he couldn’t stop thinking. images of your soaked body flashed behind his closed eyelids, the droplets of water traveling down your navel burned into his memory. Luffy released a loud groan of frustration, palms digging into his eyes as he pulled at the jet-black hair that draped across his forehead. dramatically, he kicked the sheets that became tangled between his legs, limbs flailing and begging to be set free.
Luffy’s thoughts nearly suffocated him, anxiety rising in his throat as he came to the realization that something was seriously wrong. he hopped out of bed, immediately swinging open the door and making his way over to Chopper’s medical ward. his loud footsteps echoed through the narrowed hallway, large feet slapping against the floor as he charged straight to the familiar door. Luffy lingered a while before knocking, fidgeting with his calloused hands as he worked up the courage to admit that he was sick. he was always used to taking care of his crew that he often felt bad for worrying them about his own problems.
“hey Chopper, you in there?” he asked gently, lips pressed against the crack of the door.
a small “hm?” was heard before the sound of hooves scuffling against the wooden floor made their way closer to Luffy. Chopper opened the door, curiously inspecting his captain as he stepped inside. Luffy jumped onto the examination table, the weight of his butt slamming against its surface caused some nearby vials to rattle.
“what’s wrong, Luffy? did you get into Sanji’s knives again? he told you not to do ‘three-knife style’ anymore!!” Chopper scolded, worried that his friend ticked off the ship’s cook. “if you make him mad again he’ll give the rest of your dinner away to Nami and Robin.”
under normal circumstances, Luffy would have entertained the idea, arguing that mastering such an artistic fighting style would only help in improve his chances of becoming king of the pirates. however, this day had been far from normal — nerves once again bubbling up to the surface, making his mouth go sour as his thin brows furrowed together. “i think something’s wrong with me Chopper. like, seriously wrong.”
Chopper’s blue nose twitched as the expression on his face shifted from amusement to concern. panicked, he shuffled his way over to Luffy, grabbing his blue medical bag to assess his condition. he noticed the way Luffy clutched at his stomach, fingers lingering over the small tissue that covered his belly button. Chopper tenderly pressed on his abdomen, testing whether or not his friend is suffering from something internal, “does this hurt?”
Luffy shook his head, sighing heavily as he laid down on his back. “it’s not a stomachache i don’t think, it’s something…different. i can’t put my finger on it.”
“well, what do you mean? maybe if you tell my your symptoms, i can make a treatment plan to help you feeling good as new!”
Luffy smiled at his generosity, mentally patting himself on the back for choosing such a caring doctor to manage his crew. he chewed on the soft tissue inside his mouth, contemplating different ways to list out his symptoms. when that didn’t work, he just let his mouth run, word vomit pouring out of him seemed to be the way to go.
“it all started when we were on the deck playing with the water guns. my heart started to race and my cheeks got super hot, like my face was on fire! my palms got super sweaty too — like way more than usual so that made me even more nervous cause i almost never sweat. and then my stomach — oh my god my stomach — it felt like all of my organs did a flip! i haven’t felt that way since Katakuri spun me around in the mirror world, and even then it didn’t feel nearly as bad as it did just now! i seriously thought i was about to yack all over [y/n] if i didn’t get off the floor.”
Chopper stared at him wide-eyed, his breathing becoming rapid as he worked to piece the puzzle of Luffy’s sudden illness together. as Luffy continued, Chopper became increasingly more nervous, each of his symptoms sounding a little too close to a virus he had done some reading on earlier that week. he had read that the mystery disease came from ingesting a rare bacteria that thrived off of hot, humid climates and the salt from ocean water — which had coincidently been the exact conditions the straw hats had been sailing through for the past few days. Chopper’s “brave doctor” act slowly begins to deteriorate as Luffy continues to list his symtoms, “-and my chest got super tight, like someone was squeezing my heart and wringing out my soul”
tears welled up in Chopper’s eyes, a small trail of snot running out of his blue nose. the sound of his sniffling pulled Luffy out of his thoughts, returning his attention to his furry friend. “Chopper? what’s wrong buddy? was it something i said!?”
losing the battle of fighting back his tears, Chopper began to wail and turned around to flee the room. Luffy charged after him, puzzled as to why he would suddenly burst into tears. it turned out that Chopper was making his way to the kitchen, seeking comfort from Nami and Sanji, who had been preparing the crew’s next meal. the aroma of chicken and vegetables filled the room, the delicious scent traveling to the rest of the ship as the door swung wide open.
“hey! if the two of you are gonna horse around, then do it outside! i’m cooking here-“ Sanji shouted, cautiously swinging his knife to point in the direction of the deck.
“LUFFY’S GONNA DIE!” Chopper cried, ending Sanji’s sentence short and gaining the attention from the chef and his unexpected partner. bewildered, the pair turned to face the intruders, fear becoming apparent on both of their faces.
loud, thunderous footsteps had suddenly come to a halt upon entering the room, Luffy caught the swinging door with his large palm before shouting, “I’M WHAT?!”
“i’m sure that’s not true, Chopper. now what’s actually going on?!” Nami asked, her tone soft with reassurance. she had been chopping carrots and celery to accompany Sanji’s dish, the blade coming dangerously close to her long fingers upon the interruption. Chopper had run up to Nami, seeking comfort in her lap as he nuzzled his face into her thighs, wiping his tears on the pair of denim jeans she wore.
“all of his symptoms line up with a specific virus i was doing some reading on the other week! i don’t have the proper herbs to cure it in my collection! i’m so sorry,” Chopper said, the last part muffled as he hid his face behind his small hooves.
“well what were the symptoms? maybe you’re just jumping to conclusions buddy,” Sanji soothed, his raspy voice always softer when speaking to Chopper. with that, Chopper turned to Luffy with glossy eyes and snot dribbling down his chin, nodding his head for him to share his symptoms. so much for doctor-patient confidentiality.
Luffy huffed a deep breath, preparing for his crew to decide his fate, “fine. i dunno…when we were messing around on the deck, my chest just got real tight all of a sudden — and not from all the running around. it was…different, like an aching almost.” Luffy balled his hand into a fist, mimicking the tightness in his chest. “and my stomach started fluttering and burning, like way deep down. i’d never felt anything like that before in my life. and the weirdest part was that it didn’t hurt, but it actually felt kinda good for a moment…”
the words from Luffy’s rosy lips trailed off as he returned his gaze back to his crew, their faces shockingly calm and…happy? “why are you guys looking at me like that? what’s wrong with me??”
the door to the kitchen swung open once more, Zoro walking in and holding from a half-empty bottle of sake. “sounds like you’re in love,” he joked, chuckling as he brought the rim to his mouth and taking a long swig. Sanji began to berate him for being so selfish, claiming that the bottle he was so carelessly drinking from was meant for “special occasions only, dumbass!”
Luffy blew a raspberry through his lips, “yeah right! i’ve never even had a crush on anyone! that’s just gross, plus that’s Sanji’s job!”
“i don’t know Luffy, what you just described sounds exactly what i feel when i look at my sweet Nami and Robin!” Sanji cooed, his tongue lolling out of his mouth and smooching kisses in Nami’s direction.
Nami, not even flinching at Sanji’s advances, asked more questions to investigate Luffy’s condition, “well, did it happen when you were looking at anyone in particular..?” despite being known for her independence, Nami was very in tune with romance — always picking up on queues and indulging in romance fiction that Robin would entertain her with. the moment she asked the question, Luffy’s demeanor shifted.
“well...kinda. it happened when i was holding onto [y/n]” Luffy said, voice unfamiliarly low and shy. the entire room erupted in laughter, teasing Luffy for sweating something so normal. Chopper sighed with relief, glad to know that his friend wasn’t dying. Nami giggled and punched Luffy’s arm playfully, “you do have a crush, ya dope!”
Zoro slapped his back with an extra-heavy hand, his slight drunkenness causing him to lose control of his strength. something inside Luffy finally clicked, a brief moment of relief soothed his soul before the gravity of the situation came down on his shoulders like a fright train. the cacophonous laughter began to blend into a ringing in Luffy’s ears, overwhelmed with the information. he huffed a quick laugh and turned to make his way back to the boy’s quarters. what the hell?
…
Luffy couldn’t sleep that night, his eyes straining to carve out the grooves inside the wood that lay above him in the dark. everytime he closed his eyes, all he could see was you — the way your hips curved, your pillowy thighs plush across his lap, the small constellation of moles and freckles that sprinkled across your smooth skin. his cheeks flushed just at the thought, thanking every power up above that the room was dark and everyone was fast asleep. the racing of his heart was no match for the speed at which his mind ran, however, disgustingly sweet thoughts flooding his senses.
the brief moments of sleep he did get were interrupted by dreams about you. he pictured the way your warmth would feel beside him, entangled in his sheets and his arms after a long night of peaceful sleep. the rising sun’s glow landed on you just right, illuminating the soft skin on your bare back. your cheeks were colored with a soft, sleepy blush, the rise and fall of your back as you breathed soothed all his anxieties. your eyes had a softness to them that tugged at his heart as they stared into his own with contentment, your dark lashes still heavy with sleep. your plush lips fixed themselves into a smile, mumbling something that was inaudible to Luffy’s rosy ears. whatever you said didn’t matter, as your lips met his and morphed together into a soft kiss. morning breath be damned, he found himself drinking you in, touching every part of you, attempting to commit it to memory. however, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t remember exactly how you felt, the fuzziness of the dream clouding his senses. the dream felt like a warm embrace, a tight grasp that he wouldn’t mind staying in for just a little while longer…
when he woke up, Luffy opened his eyes to the empty spot in his bed — you nowhere to be found. your absence led Luffy’s heart to ache, feeling like he was missing a piece of him. this newfound discovery about himself tied loose ends in his life that he couldn’t quite pinpoint — he wasn’t sure why he always made sure you were okay during a battle, why you were the reason behind his motivations for improvement, why he always caught himself sneaking glances at you during meal and leisurely time. you had caught his attention from the moment he met you, and now he knew exactly why. these feelings were both enticing and petrifying, Luffy suddenly filled with guilt for being so unprofessional. although, Monkey D. Luffy has never been a man of tradition.
…
the past few days had been a blur for Luffy, constantly lost in his own thoughts. he started becoming hyperaware of every little thing, making sure that every time he saw you he was presentable. Luffy started grooming himself — showering more than once week, spending more time in front of the mirror to tweak his wild hair so it sat just right. with the bouts of self-confidence came insecurity as well, overanalyzing his posture and facial features. the scars on his face and chest suddenly the only thing he could think about — wondering if you thought them to be impressive or gross, seeing them as a mark of failure and weakness rather than a symbol of survival and determination. he traced the rough edges of the scar on his chest with his calloused fingertips, analyzing the fusion of pinks and reds that color his chest. this particular day he decided to cover it up, buttoning his shirt just above his scar to conceal it from the rest of the crew, embarrassment and shame pang in his chest.
conflicting feelings wrestling in his mind and chest began to take physical tolls on Luffy — deep purple bags weighing his eyes down from the lack of sleep. he decided that he finally had enough of this senseless torture, deciding that today was the day he would tell you exactly how he felt. Luffy’s impatience led him to believe that jumping to confessions would finally allow him to marvel in all the good things love had to offer. he couldn’t wait for you to be in his arms, to carry you around on his back, to kiss you anywhere and anytime that he wanted. he couldn't wait for you to be his.
Luffy figured he would pay the only person he thought would be the most well-versed in this thing called “love” — his ship’s cook, Sanji. despite having a questionable past when it comes to romance, Sanji could actually be captivating, making suave advances at all kinds of women over their years of travel and succeeding. Luffy wandered into the kitchen, finding Sanji sharpening his knives in preparation for dinner.
“hey Sanji. can i ask you somethin’? Luffy asked, resting his elbows on the pristine table cloth as he took a seat. Sanji put his knives away and returned his attention to the young man, cautiously approaching him as he wore a solemn expression.
“sure, what’s up?”
“how can i tell [y/n] i like her? i mean, i don’t wanna scare her away but at the same time, i just can’t stop thinking about her! she’s so pretty I’m worried she wouldn’t wanna be with someone like me...” Luffy trailed off, getting lost in his sorrows once again.
Luffy’s uncertainty threw Sanji for a loop, scrunching his curly eyebrows in confusion, “since when do you care about what people think? just be yourself, Luffy, you have nothing to worry about. i’m sure if [y/n] didn’t like you she wouldn’t have joined the crew”
“well yeah but what if she doesn’t like like me? what if me telling her i like her scares her away and she’ll never be a part of the crew again?” Luffy threw his face into his hands, pulling at the stretchy skin around his cheeks in exasperation.
“if that’s the case, then treat her to a huge bouquet of flowers! women love that flashy shit,” Sanji claimed, taking a long drag from his cigarette. “i’ll even help you bake her a cake or something. sound good?”
“hell no, you’ve got it all wrong!” Nami exclaims, wandering her way into the kitchen for an apple to snack on. “women don’t just want ‘flashy shit’ Luffy, especially not [y/n].”
“wow Nami, that top looks darling on you!!” Sanji exclaims, scurrying over to her to get a closer look. brushing off the compliment with a simple “thank you,” Nami continues her string of advice.
“look, since i’m the closest to her i think that you should just be yourself. all [y/n] truly wants is honesty, and if you tell her exactly how you feel, she’ll be understanding no matter what.”
and it was true. Nami had easily become your best friend the moment you stepped foot on the thousand sunny — the both of you confiding in each other free of judgement. it was Nami and Usopp who had listened to you pour your heart out about how you truly felt about your captain. there were nights where you cried into her lap about how lonely you felt because you thought he would never reciprocate these feelings, believing that he couldn’t afford to make the room in his heart to love you more than just platonically. you believed that you’d be stuck in the friendzone forever, your bottled feelings gnawing at the walls of your heart bit by bit until it was entirely consumed by loneliness. Nami kept these moments in mind, internally screaming as she couldn’t wait to watch this relationship unfold. you idiots have no idea.
“once you’ve gathered your thoughts, then you can tell her how you feel. but until then, i’d lay low for a while — that way you don’t jump her the next time you see her. but don’t completely ignore her!”
Luffy hadn’t expected to take Nami’s advice, but it made sense as she was the closest to you. he brought her into a tight embrace, squeezing the petite woman’s frame as he chuckled a giddy laugh into her ear, “thanks Nami! who knew you were so good at this stuff?”
“yeah well, this therapy is gonna cost you about fifteen hundred berr—“
“SEE YA!!” Luffy shouted over his shoulder, cutting Nami off before she could set her price in stone.
…
you hadn’t seen or heard from Luffy in a few days, which wouldn’t worry you under normal circumstances if he wasn’t acting so…strange. your captain has always been cooky and silly, but this behavior was different. the times you had seen Luffy, you flashed him a soft smile, a peaceful, friendly greeting. however, his eyes would just go wide and avert your gaze, something akin to fear flashing in his dark eyes. when you tried to confront him about it, he would brush you off and say it was just leftover stress — but the way his lips pursed and how he avoided direct eye contact let you know that he was lying. after that conversation, you resulted to avoiding him as well, embarrassed to seek him out when it was very clear that he did not want to see you.
the loneliness and shame was eating away at you, every day a piece of you withered away as you mulled over what you could’ve possibly done to receive such treatment. all roads led back to that moment on the deck, where you got too comfortable, too carried away and let yourself do something you knew you shouldn’t have. it was too much, why would you ever think that was a good idea?
you made your way to Nami’s room, trails of dark grey running down your cheeks from the mascara you had cried off. upon opening the door, you caught a glimpse of Nami and Usopp laughing about something before they directed their attention to you. Nami’s warm smile quickly faded, patting the cushy space next to her as she invited you over. the moment you shut the door behind you, the tears returned tenfold. all the pent up frustration and anger came pouring out of you, strong streams of salty tears surging from your eyes.
“i think Luffy hates me,” you said, voice strained from choking back a sob. you filled them in on all the gruesome details, spilling the guilt and honest frustrations you felt and how you blamed yourself for his behavior. Nami immediately regretted the advice she gave to Luffy when she saw the state you were in, never imagining that you would’ve been this devastated. her and Usopp exchanged quick glances, warning each other not to reveal too much so they wouldn’t spoil Luffy’s confession plan.
“oh [y/n], i promise he doesn’t hate you. boys are just dumb sometimes, especially the ones on our crew,” Nami joked, chuckling lightly to ease the tension that lingered in the air. you huffed a breathy laugh as you wiped your nose, tucking your hair behind your ears to avoid getting the trails of snot into it.
“i think he’s just going through some personal stuff right now,” Usopp reassured, twisting the tiny frills of your shirt between his fingers as he lay sprawled out on Nami’s mattress. “trust me, i know what it’s like to have Luffy hate you for a while, and this just isn’t it. just give him some time and he’ll come back around.”
their kind words put you at ease, the stream of tears drying out slowly as you collected yourself again. “thank you guys, i needed that.”
the pair gave you soft smiles, continuing to keep the mood alive by cheering you up with filling you in on the predicament Usopp got himself into earlier that day.
…
the sunset marked one week since this whole predicament began, Luffy finally ready to confide in you about how he truly felt. he had prepared a whole speech — each line carefully crafted with Nami’s help to describe exactly how he felt, not wanting to miss a beat. he couldn’t afford to forget anything, as one tiny mistake could result in catastrophe. Luffy had never prepared this much for anything, not even when fighting warlords and emperors. you had superseded all of them, your attention and feelings more important than his own.
Luffy recited his speech over and over again in his head, making his way to your favorite spot on the sunny in hopes of finding you. the second he laid his eyes on you, however, his mouth went dry and the words suddenly scrambled together in his head. his attention was fixated on the way your face glowed against the orange horizon, the breeze blowing your hair behind you and putting every feature on display. you leaned over the railing, resting your elbows on the wooden edge as you drank in the smell of the seawater. your glowing eyes turned to meet Luffy’s, your face stoic and glum as you turned back to face the setting sun.
“fancy seeing you here,” you stated sarcastically, your words lacking any form of amusement as your frustration returned.
“can i talk to you about something?” Luffy said, his voice suddenly small and nervous. the tension in his voice had been unexpected, causing you to turn around and meet him face-to-face. you crossed your arms over your chest, nodding your head in his direction as a sign of permission for him to continue. Luffy took a deep breath, collecting his thoughts properly to restrain the word vomit that built up in his throat. although, his nerves made him feel like he was about to actually vomit.
“first, i want to apologize for the way i’ve been acting these past few days. it was never my intention to make you upset or mad at me or anything. i did it because…” Luffy paused, fidgeting with the hem of his shorts. god, this is so weird.
“because…?” you asked, the anticipation eating away at you. your heart thumped violently in your chest, throat beginning to sting as your nerves returned.
“because i like you, okay? like more than i should — and if i’m being completely honest, i didn’t even know i could like someone like that. but when I’m with you, i feel like i have a purpose. and of course I feel that way with everyone else, but you’re different!”
Luffy took a small step forward, gently grabbing your hands and holding them in his. “the moment i realized that i actually liked you, something inside me clicked. it felt like everything suddenly made sense and a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders. i felt like i could breathe again and i was free. hell, i’ve been having dreams about you ever since — but nothing weird though i promise!”
the way he threw his arms up in defense at that last sentence made you laugh, all of the dizzying stress releasing through your nose. you hadn’t realized it, but tears began to flow from your eyes. but these were tears of joy, tears of relief that everything you had beat yourself up over for the past week was all in your head. all you could do was stare at the man before you with a beaming smile and teary eyes, your brain short-circuiting as you took in every syllable that left his mouth.
“i’m so sorry, [y/n]. i never meant to make you feel like i was avoiding you on purpose, i was just finding the right things to say. i really don’t wanna screw this up, so — if you’ll have me — i want to be there for you. i want to be the person you wake up next to every morning, the person you can come to and share everything with. i want to be yours and i want you to be mine.”
Luffy’s thumb grazed your cheek, wiping away the tears that ran down your face. you leaned into his touch, gently pressing your lips into the palm of his hand. the intimate gesture caused Luffy’s cheeks to burn a bright red, a hopeful smile forming across his lips.
“took you long enough,” you teased, redirecting his hands to your waist as you draped yours around his neck. “i’ve loved you for a long time, ya know? i was just waiting to see if you’d ever come around, dumbass.”
Luffy could no longer contain his excitement, hoisting you up by your waist and spinning you around in the air. your playful squeals were quickly silenced as he brought your lips to yours, drinking you in with every touch and taste.
many people made the assumption that Luffy was born under a lucky star, attributing his success to destiny and fate rather than the determination and strength he put forth. that claim had always pissed him off as it made him feel like he was cheating the system entirely. however, it wasn’t until he held you in this moment that he finally understood what they had meant.
i could get used to this.
teehee i’ve been wanting to write for luffy for sooooo long but never knew what to write about. then this idea came to me like an epiphany and im so glad it did!
my heart belongs to you | portgas d. ace x fem!reader
Throughout the entire night, it had been Ace's suave advances toward you that allowed you to fall at his feet. But right now, in the dim light of your desk lamp, you decided to take control — wanting him to crumble and beg from inside you.
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cw/tags: fem!reader, x reader, college/modern!au, drinking/getting drunk, slight tw for sexual harassment, smut!!, p in v, unprotected sex, oral sex (reader receiving), backshots (reader receiving), missionary sex, and other things I probably forgot, if there's grammar errors no there isn't, MDNI pls!!
“But why nottttt?”
It’s nine PM on a Friday night and your lively red-headed roommate is, yet again, attempting to drag you out from the warmth of your fluffy sheets. Nami fixes herself in the mirror, running her gold hoops through the healed tissue of her delicate ears. She was dressed in a noisy costume that resembled a belly dancer, her purple/blue skirt jingling as if to announce every movement. She’d mentioned a party with an “Arabian Nights” theme. What’s a PWI without a little cultural appropriation?
“‘Cause I’ve just spent my entire day studying for my chem midterm that’s in a week! I can’t afford to fail this one or I swear I’m gonna drop out,” you responded, hands covering your face with an exasperated sigh. It was times like these where you seriously regretted declaring a STEM major.
“Oh come on! You trap yourself in this dorm all day, [y/n]. Why don’t you just let loose for one night? I promise you it’ll be fun!”
Nami’s big, warm eyes tempted you for a moment. Getting your mind to focus on literally anything other than the impending exam enticed you. What’s the harm in blowing off a bit of steam?
“I don’t even have anything to-”
Before you could even complete that sentence, Nami raises a nearly identical outfit to the one on her body. Her teasing smirk revealed that she had gotten what she wanted. After all, it was hard saying no to her. You let out a frustrated sigh, “I hate you.”
…
You stared at your exposed chest in the mirror, overanalyzing the way the thin, almost see-through fabric hugged your waist. There was extra room surrounding your chest, which made sense considering the top was meant to fit your blessed friend just right. You’ve never been the most secure person, body issues being your number one enemy. Comparison is the thief of joy, they say. However, no matter which way you poked and prodded at your dismal appearance, Nami never failed to boost your confidence.
“You’re stunning!” she exclaimed, taking your hand and twirling you around. This playful gesture was rewarded with a soft smile from your lips. “Seriously, these guys are gonna be all over you.”
“I’m not sure if I want that,” you chuckled, your laughter trailing off into a shy smile. Your hands instinctively wrapped around your exposed stomach, hugging yourself to accessorize the foreign look with a familiar feeling.
Nami collected her things, disregarding your last comment, almost as if she was purposely ignoring you. “As long as we have fun, it’ll be a good night. Now, let’s go before the guys change their mind! Luffy and the others are already downstairs, probably looking like creeps waiting for someone to key them in.”
You gave Nami a hearty laugh, recalling the last time you’d gone out. A tipsy Luffy and high Usopp trying to convince residents to let them enter your building after a small pregame had been a recipe for disaster. They made sure to let you know how many times they’d been met with “hell no”-’s and weird stares. Eventually, Zoro was able to coax someone into letting only him in, which hadn’t been hard since many of the girls favored the captain of the school’s ice hockey team.
…
Arriving at the party had been enough of an adventure to make you want to crawl back in bed. The chill of the early October air prickled your skin, foreshadowing the “Bikinis and Beanies” season that was upcoming for every frat to exploit. The catcalling and wandering eyes that followed your every move is what really sent chills down your spine. You’d never been perceived so much at once that it was becoming overwhelming. Sanji, the observant gentleman he is, caught on to your discomfort, “Something the matter, princess?”
His unrelenting corny nicknames had earned their fair share of grievances over the last few months, so much so that you’ve learned to completely ignore them overall.
“Nuh uh, just cold. Thanks though,” you gave him a soft smile, despite the fact that you really just wanted to go back to your dorm. When you’d turn back around, he made sure to glare menacingly at the groups of men who made you feel uncomfortable. Only I’m allowed to bother these girls, he thought to himself.
After weaving through multiple sweaty bodies, bumping into not-so-friendly women (and men), and risking your feet getting crushed under the weight of the crowd, you guys had finally made your way in. Thanks to Zoro and Luffy’s street cred, passing through “security” had been a breeze. A quick dap-up and head nod from the pair was enough to let your group of seven pass through smoothly. It wasn’t long before the crew dispersed – you, Nami, and Robin making your way to the drinks (with Sanji following close behind, of course); Luffy and Usopp spotting some friends in a nearby corner; and Zoro bee-lining to the back of the party to partake in his usual wallflower activities, surveying the area in case something went down. A brief pang of sadness struck your heart as you watched Zoro’s back move in silence. The small ember of feelings lingered from your unrequited crush. You’d never dare tell him about your feelings though, secretly hoping that they would subside to avoid conflict within the group.
You turned back to your girlfriends, a red solo cup already meeting your gaze. Nami gives you a knowing smirk, “Looks like you’re gonna need this.”
Nami and Robin had known about your crush for quite some time, for they were the only members of your group to be trusting enough not to tell Zoro. You gladly accepted the mystery beverage, I’ll figure out what’s in it sooner or later. As the cup met your lips, your tongue was greeted with a sweet and sour flavor, accompanied by a burning sensation down your throat. Your brows furrowed instinctively, wincing at the horrid flavor, but gradually accepted the drink into your mouth. You’d always hated the process of getting drunk, but it was always worth it when you’d leave the party a giggly (and flirty) mess.
“How is it?” Robin queried, although she already knew the answer based on your initial reaction.
“Oh it’s terrible,” you stated bluntly, followed by a giggle from each of you. “But I know it’ll be worth it so what’s the harm?”
Little did you know, the “harm” would arrive later, a consequence of your drunken attempt to clear your mind from the yearning.
…
It was well into the night, music still blasting from every direction and no sign of the party dying down. Luffy had spotted a familiar face in the crowd of sweaty, gyrating bodies on his way to the bathroom (or at least he hoped he had, the alcohol made his vision a bit wobbly).
“That you, Ace??” he shouted, gaining the attention of the muscular man. He wore long black shorts with a red scarf tied around his waistband. His shaggy black hair fit snugly under an orange cap, small beads of sweat allowing some of its strands to stick to his forehead just right. It wasn’t until Luffy could make out the constellation of freckles on his rosy cheeks and the thick tattoo down his arm that read “ASCE”, that he could officially identify his older brother.
“Luffy!” the man beamed. “What’s up? I didn’t know you’d be here! Hey guys, this is my little brother, Luffy!”
Ace wasn’t your typical “older brother”. Despite being three years older than him, Ace had never been ashamed or embarrassed of Luffy, but rather, embraced him proudly whenever he came around. It was the other way around, really, Ace always meddling into Luffy’s business and Luffy pushing him away. Which is why when Ace pulled him into a headlock, ruffling up his brother’s hair, Luffy pleaded to be set free, “Oh c’mon Ace! Let me go already!”
Ace’s booming belly laughter combined with Luffy’s grunts and giggles attracted the attention of people around them, including your group. It’s not everyday you see a guy and his bungling kid brother tussle at a frat party.
“Is that…Luffy?” Robin asked, her slender fingers pointing in the direction past your left shoulder. You turned around, immediately laying eyes on the scene of flailing arms and legs. The shorter, more lean figure uttered something loud and obnoxious, you presume. However, you missed it entirely, as your focus was set on the big, sculpted bicep that held your friend in place.
“...and Ace, I guess,” Nami added, her voice tinged with annoyance, bothered that they had begun to cause such a scene.
“Wait, that’s Ace??”
Luffy had mentioned his older brothers Ace and Sabo before, but failed to acknowledge that one of those boys was incredibly beautiful. Then, as if he had heard your inner thoughts, the young man lifted his head, meeting your gaze from across the room. His strikingly dark eyes burned a hole right through yours, filling your entire body up with a familiar kind of electricity you’ve only felt once before. You felt your cheeks flush instantly, turning back around swiftly to avoid eye contact any longer. So much for “liquid courage,” you thought to yourself. Your bashful reaction made the man smile, releasing his brother and slinging an arm around Luffy’s shoulders, guiding him through the sea of people to approach your group. Anxiety flowed through your entire nervous system as you heard large footsteps advancing toward you.
“Hello ladies,” Ace greeted, his voice deeper and mellow compared to the enthusiasm that filled it moments ago.
Nami scoffed, Was he trying to make himself sound cooler? “What brings you here, Ace?”
“Oh c’mon Nami, you know my school is socially dead. It’s community college – everyone goes to class then gets the hell out,” Ace stated plainly. “Plus the parties here are some of the best I’ve been to.
You felt the presence of the man directly behind you, the warmth of his sweaty body lingering around the small of your back. At this point you’d still avoided eye contact, not even turning around to acknowledge the pair behind you. Without even realizing it, you began to nibble at the edge of the plastic cup, a nervous tick you had developed in these social settings.
Ace knew that you were avoiding him, sparking his interest in you just a little more. “And who’s this?”
You winced upon hearing the smile in his voice, cursing yourself for being so awkward. You decided to blame it on the alcohol, after all, you were a little rusty coming back into the party scene.
“Oh! That’s [y/n]!” Luffy exclaimed. He was always excited to introduce you to new people because he knew you were a little timid. “She’s totally awesome and one of my best friends and- wait,” the boy turned to you, a puzzled look flashing across his face, “What’re you actin’ so shy for, [y/n]?? It’s just Ace.”
Geez Luffy, any more obvious???? You took a deep breath and finally decided to turn around, greeting your goofy friend with a tight smile and a “I’ll kill you” look in your eyes. As you reluctantly take a step forward to bring Luffy into a hug, Ace shifts to the side to make room for the both of you. Luffy, completely absorbed in an alternate reality due to his drunkenness, gladly accepts your embrace. He lifts you into the air and twirls you around, the spinning room colliding with the alcohol in your system. When he (not very gracefully) places you back on the floor, you stumble a little bit from the buzz, almost as if the spinning accelerated the intoxication process. The brown strapped sandals that Nami had lent you didn’t help ground you either, lacking their usual traction from excessive use. Suddenly, you feel firm, hot hands stabilizing your exposed waist. Your breath hitched suddenly, uh oh.
“Woah there,” Ace chuckled, “You okay?”
You hadn’t even spoken a single word to this man, yet made several embarrassing attempts to keep it that way. Mortified, you decided that you had to redeem yourself somehow. The easiest way to cope with embarrassment has always been your sense of humor, so that’s exactly what you did.
Opposed to stiffening in his grasp, you relaxed and rested your back onto his bare chest. You could feel the rise and fall, taking in the feeling of his solid pecs on your shoulder blades. As you turned your head to meet the man’s gaze, your eyes trailed the path from his glistening collarbones, to his brawny neck and tracing the sharpness of his jaw. You admired the way his jet black hair contrasted with his fair, peachy skin, allowing yourself to wonder how good he would look with a summer tan. To your surprise, Ace had already been looking down, waiting for your soft eyes to meet his gaze.
Your eyes quickly flickered to his lips, and then back to his eyes. With the retort already in mind, you smirked, anticipating his reaction to the words about to leave your lips, “Y’know, I usually let a guy take me out on a date before I let him start touching me.”
You had still been chuckling at the jab you threw at the man that you almost missed the words that followed, “Then maybe you should go out with me.”
Ace had said it so matter-of-factly that you could’ve played it off as someone casually making conversation next to you. The smug grin on his face is not exactly helping. What??
The amusement that colored your face quickly bled into horror, taken aback by the certainty of his voice. Peeling yourself off of him, you escaped his grasp and turned your body to face him correctly. A deep scoff and the giggles from your friends helped reel you back into reality.
“Yeah right,” you scoffed. It wasn’t exactly what you wanted to say, but you couldn’t really just accept a date from a man you just met. Yes, you’d been one of Luffy’s (many) best friend’s, however, this friendship was an entirely new development.
…
You’d met Luffy and his crew at the beginning of your first semester at the university. It was a warm summer evening, the blazing September sun setting on your move-in day. You watched the mixture of vibrant oranges and pinks color the sky from your dorm window, when a sudden burst of commotion startled you. Nami had burst through the door with a large suitcase in her left hand and tote bag in her right.
“God, Luffy, can you wait five seconds?! These heavy ass bags already make it nearly impossible to open the door so the last thing I need is your fatass breathing down my neck-” Nami cut her outburst short when she saw you standing and staring at her with a frightened look in your eyes. “Oh my god, I am so sorry! I’m Nami.”
She placed her bags down and extended a hand out to you, her fingers and wrist decorated with dainty golden rings and bangles. You nearly experienced whiplash adjusting to the sudden switch in her demeanor. Reluctantly, you took her hand, worried that if you hadn’t you’d be met with the same wrath. Taking a peek over her shoulder, you spotted the source of her anger, grimacing and mocking her with rolled eyes. However, this childish act ceased when he noticed you looking at him, holding back your laughter.
“I’m [y/n]…and I take it that you must be Luffy,” you extended your hand to the boy, his firm and eager hand immediately taking yours.
“Yup! Just ignore her, she doesn’t know what she’s talking about. I was totally helping!”
“Yeah, if the helping was you whining and begging for something to eat, you definitely succeeded!”
After you had helped Nami finish moving into your shared room, they had both invited you out with them to explore the college town. From there you met the rest of the group: Robin, Vivi, Usopp, Sanji, and Zoro. It was this very first night where you fell in love with the group’s dynamic. Their lively attitude and close bond made you feel as if you had known them your whole life, providing you with a sense of both friendship and family. Luffy and his group had become your home-away-from-home.
…
It was until this very moment, however, where you let your mind indulge in selfish thoughts. You had cursed yourself for meeting such a loving and forgiving group of people, wishing that you could break the forbidden rule of hooking up with your best friend’s brother for just one night.
Luffy glared at his older brother and groaned, “Ace can you stop flirting with my friends?? [y/n] would never wanna go out with an ape like you.”
“Yeah whatever,” Ace chuckled lightly. Whether it was the alcohol or delusion that fed your mind, you couldn’t help notice the hint of embarrassment in his tone. “I’ll catch you guys later. It was a pleasure meeting you, [y/n].”
The man tipped his hat in your direction, accompanying the gesture with a small wink. You couldn’t help but blush, “Bye Ace.”
As Ace begins to make his way back to his group, Luffy follows suit, saying his goodbyes and looking to return to Usopp. You giggle at the sight of Luffy carelessly bumping into others, brushing them off when they start bitching at him for being so clumsy.
“Soooo, it looks like Ace has taken a liking to you,” Vivi teased with a knowing smile. Your group had met up with hers around the drinks table, unaware that she was even at this party.
“Does..that happen often?” you asked, worried that you had just fallen for the stereotypical fuck-boy tactic of wooing you solely for his entertainment.
Nami chimes in, her lips smacking after finishing her drink, “Not necessarily, Ace just has a naturally flirty personality. At some point I thought he wanted me until I realized that’s just who he is — a flirty, more handsome version of Luffy.”
The thought of Ace taking an interest in Nami suddenly made your mouth go sour, a pit of envy and sadness twisting in your stomach. Then, as if she had noticed the discomfort on your face, Nami reassured you, “But I promise he doesn’t! Like I said, he’s just naturally flirty so there’s nothing there at all. Like seriously, never in a million years.”
“It’s okay Nami,” you chuckled. “It’s not like I’d actually go after him. That’s crazy! I could never do that to Luffy. Plus I’ve already toed the line with my feelings for Zoro…I just could never risk losing someone so close to me.”
The feeling of Zoro’s name rolling off your tongue stung, wishing you’d been using it under a different circumstance. Zoro had always failed to reciprocate your feelings, whether that was laughing off your flirty advances toward him or just simply putting you in the friend zone.
“You know you’re one of my best friends, right?” was his famous line, a sweet gesture considering you’d seen him let other girls down more harshly. The truth was that Zoro hadn’t been interested in anything romantic with anyone. Sure, he flirted and entertained girls here and there, but it never went further than a clean cut hook up. He had been more concerned with achieving his personal goals — fulfilling his duties as becoming a great hockey player and creating a name for himself in the big leagues. He believed that a craving for a “real” romance would be a wasteful distraction. Of course, you didn’t know that (or chose not to believe it anyway). Reminiscing on such embarrassing and pathetic memories stung your throat, scolding yourself for being so bold back then. The embarrassment rising in your throat caused you to quickly grab another cup, nearly filling it to the brim with the similar concoction you had begun to drink earlier only with more alcohol.
“Hey, are you okay [y/n]?” Robin asked, her sincere voice filled with concern.
You took a long sip, hoping to wash away the discomfort. Turning to the blue-eyed woman, you flashed her an attempt of a soft smile, “Never been better.”
…
The events of the night began to blend together hazily, the alcohol almost completely consuming you at this point. Your feet felt light, almost as if you were floating through the party, your heavy eyelids being the only thing weighing you down. Eventually, your bladder had angrily let you know it was time to relieve itself before humiliating you in the sea of people. Nami and the girls asked if you needed any help making your way over to the bathroom but you assured them you’d be okay. It wasn’t until you got a considerable distance away from your group that you realized you actually didn’t know where the bathroom was. The obnoxiously loud music and the half-shrugs of drunken bystanders led you to a dead end. It wasn’t until you noticed a familiar silhouette that you began to see the light at the end of the tunnel. However, that light quickly faded when you realized that your saving grace was the king of getting lost — Roronoa Zoro himself.
You swallowed your pride after a small fit of whining and dragged your feet over to the young man leaning against the wall, silently praying that he at least knew the bathroom’s general direction. The sharp sensation that consumed the lower half of your body was suddenly redirected to your stomach at the sight before you, causing you to stop in your tracks. Zoro was talking to someone…and that someone was a girl. You could make out the dark, harsh shadow that traced his jawline moving slowly, whispering something intently into the girl’s ear. The smug grin on his rosy lips let you know that he wasn’t just talking to her, but flirting. And by the look on her face, he was doing it well, her dark eyes filled with lust and mischief. She began to play with the thin gold chain that draped across his collarbone, twirling it in between her long, slender fingers. Tears began to prickle behind your eyes, a lump forming in your throat as you passed the scene, refusing to make eye contact. I didn’t want your fucking help anyway.
The combination of tears and intoxication made it incredibly hard to see, feeling your way through the crowd as your only form of navigation. You hadn’t been watching where you were going — all you knew was that you needed to find a bathroom and STAT. This fit of jealousy and carelessness led you straight into a hard surface, which would have easily been mistaken for a wall had you not felt the squishiness of flesh that accompanied it. It wasn’t long before you realized that you had run head-first into someone’s spine, causing them to frantically turn around.
“Hey! Watch where you’re-“ the irritated voice began, however, it became soft immediately upon seeing the expression on your face. “[y/n]? What's the matter??”
Removing the hand from your forehead after the dull pain subsided, you made eye contact with the tall figure. The tight squeezing of your eyes had finally let the tears fall, small streaks of black trickling down your cheeks. The person you collided with was none other than Portgas D. Ace. He gently began to wipe the tears away, his large hand cupping your jaw and the other resting on your bare shoulder. The tenderness behind his every move made you melt into his touch. You had no time to feel embarrassed or sorry for yourself as the stinging in your bladder had returned once again.
“I really need to use the bathroom,” was all you could muster between the soft sobs that escaped your lips. Ace chuckled softly, relieved that you hadn’t been in any actual danger.
“C’mon I’ll show you,” he said, lightly grabbing your hand and guiding you through the masses of people. Unfortunately for you, he had been leading you right back to where Zoro had been. It turns out the bathroom was directly adjacent to where he had made his post for the night. Only a few more steps and you would’ve made it (almost) scotch-free.
You could’ve fell to your knees at the sight of a free bathroom with no line, a rare commodity at any college party. You threw a brief “thanks” at Ace, fumbling with the door knob as the pain of an overly full bladder consumes your entire being. After relieving yourself, you stared deeply into your own eyes, your reflection warped and swaying like a fun-house mirror. You began to breathe heavily, hunched over the sink attempting to sober yourself up so you wouldn’t get lost on the way back to Nami’s group—also so they wouldn’t notice that you had been crying. The more you stared, the more you noticed how disheveled you truly were: dried mascara smeared across your cheeks, your lip liner and gloss completely gone, hair frizzy and sticking to your sweaty forehead. Wow so this night actually could get worse. Quickly, you cleaned your face up with your fingers and some warm water, figuring everyone was too drunk to notice the difference. Reapplying your staple lip combination, you assure yourself that it’s close enough to the way you always wear it.
Upon leaving the bathroom, you’re met with the hairy chest of a larger man, beads of sweat allowing his olive skin to glisten under the faint hallway light. Startled from the sudden contact, you jump back, a small squeal escaping your throat.
“Shit, sorry!” you shout, hoping the man can hear you over the blaring music. His eyes are drooping and his movements are slowed, the pungent smell of alcohol radiating off his body. You attempt to scooch your way past him, however, he blocks your path by putting his arm against the doorframe. The remnants of alcohol now clash with his disgusting body odor, the smell so strong it’s enough to make you heave.
“Whereya’ off to, beautiful?” the strange man slurs, his lips turning up into an awkward smirk. This cannot be happening right now.
You scoff, growing more and more irritated by the second. The last thing you needed right now was to be harassed by a disgusting frat brother at a party you begrudgingly agreed to attend.
“Nowhere that should concern you,” you stated curtly, hoping the man would take the hint that you were completely uninterested.
You aggressively shoved his arm out of the way, clearing an opening for your escape. However, you hadn’t even gotten four paces away from the scene when you felt a harsh grip pulling on your arm. Horrified at the audacity, you turn around and meet the man’s drunken glaze, his face still decorated with that terrible grin.
“Dude! Leave me the fuck alone!” you exclaim, tugging your arm in an attempt to escape his death grip.
“Oh c’monn,” he hiccuped, “Don’t be like that. I can show ya’ a g’d time, ya know?”
It wasn’t long until you realized that trying to escape was going to be a lot harder than you had anticipated. As the man began to drag you further into the dark abyss of the empty restroom, your breath hitched and your heart began to race. Whatever trace of alcohol that had plagued your system merely a few minutes prior was now completely gone, the adrenaline kick-starting your fight-or-flight. You frantically begin to search around, praying to the heavens above that someone, anyone, would come to your aid. The rapid breathing made it extremely hard to speak, let alone scream.
“Please, just let me go,” you pleaded, sobs beginning to get caught on the lump in your throat. You’d heard of the horror stories of girls who had been taken advantage of at events like these, never imagining that it would happen to you.
Seconds before you had accepted your fate, a blur of a fleshy pink ball flashed across your face, the wind from its speed grazing your nose. The man holding you captive was suddenly thrown into the wall, a loud crash following the sound of blood splattering. The party suddenly went still, the air thick with tension. You snapped your head around, your eyes landing on Ace, who had been glaring intensely at the unconscious figure on the floor.
“She said to leave her alone, asshole!” he shouted, his booming voice startling you. His gaze quickly met yours, and suddenly, Ace’s dark eyes had color to them. The aged yellowish lighting of the overhead lamp illuminated the deep chestnut brown that lined his pupils, bleeding into a fiery amber. Ace’s expression immediately softened upon noticing the frightened look across your face, “Are you okay?”
His eyes darted to the bruised imprint of the man’s hand that colored your arm. Ace’s brows furrowed as he watched you wince, a stinging pain radiating through your arm as you attempted to wave him off, “Yeah I’m okay. Thank you, Ace”
Swarms of bystanders rush to the scene, some recording on their phones, others whispering and muttering “what the fuck”-s and “what just happened”-s as they attempt to assess the situation. The adrenaline quickly wears off as you realize what just happened, a pit forming in your stomach and tears stinging your eyes for the millionth time, unsure if you had any left to cry. Ace gently places a hand on the small of your back to guide you away from the scene, wincing slightly from the contact. He scans the crowd for familiar faces, hoping to see Luffy or anyone that would be able to take better care of you in this situation. He understands that he cannot properly tend to your needs because doesn’t know you. He’s afraid of hurting you any further, afraid of saying or doing something inappropriate that could lead you to resent him in the future.
“Do you know where Luffy is?” he asks you, voiced riddled with urgency. He huffs a strained sigh when you shake your head, his rosy lips flapping as he blows a small raspberry. “Okay, I‘ll just take you to Nami—she’ll know what to d-”
The music is suddenly cut, the clamoring of confused voices and boos filling the room. A large man climbs on top of a rather unstable and disgusting table, cupping his hands around his mouth to amplify his announcement, “IF YOURE NOT A BROTHER, FUCKING A BROTHER, OR IF YOURE PORTGAS D. ACE THEN GET THE FUCK OUT BEFORE WE CALL THE COPS!!!”
You and Ace turn to each other and immediately lock eyes, your wide-eyed expressions mirroring each other. A sinister smirk creeps onto the man's face as he begins to chuckle, his velvet eyelashes brushing against his freckled cheeks as he begins to laugh harder. Annoyed groans fill the room as people begin to make their way out of the party, one voice in particular muttering a “not again”. Ace fully latches on to your wrist now, his large, calloused hands enveloping your soft skin. He rushes you through the sea of people, holding onto his hat as he quickly weaves in between them. Occasionally, he’ll look back at you to make sure you’re still in one piece as you try to keep up with him. Based on his mischievous attitude, you infer that this was not his first rodeo.
…
It turns out that Ace had accumulated many fraternity enemies, usually for keeping the brothers in check and correcting their disgusting habits.
“Serving justice is apparently frowned upon nowadays,” Ace had retorted. The two of you had taken refuge on a curb a few houses down from the scene of the party, the cold pavement scratching your hardly-covered thighs. You brought your knees to your chest to seek some warmth, the heat from the man next to you helped ease the chill that prickled your skin. Ace’s charming sarcasm made it easy to talk to him, almost as if you two had been friends for years.
“So what made you choose community college — not that it’s bad or anything!” you reassured, hoping your innocent curiosity didn’t come off as ignorantly presumptuous. “I just ask because Luffy attends the university, so I wonder why…you didn’t do the same?”
Ace gives you a soft smile, letting you know that he was not at all offended by your question. “It definitely wasn’t my first choice, but I realized that it would’ve been much easier to be closer to home.”
You notice the way he nervously fidgets with the ends of his shorts, pinching and twisting the fabric into intricate positions. I really shouldn't pry...
"Listen, we don't have to talk about this if you don't want to. Trust me, I get how uncomfortable these things can be," you chuckled, attempting to lighten the mood.
"It's no big deal, really," Ace replied, a warm smile creeping across his face. He turned to look into the early morning sky, the faint constellation of the night's stars remaining. You traced the sharp curve of his jawline with your eyes, soaking in all of the features you had failed to notice before. In the crook of his neck, you found a cluster of freckles that had made their home there. You memorized the way his hair pooled at the base of his neck, dusky waves surrounding his delicate skin. His dark eyes flickered back and forth as they traced the stars — you could almost see the words he was trying to begin with.
"I never enjoyed my father's presence, not that he was at home much anyway. He always pushed my brothers and I to 'follow in his footsteps,' even though we made it abundantly clear we wanted nothing to do with him," Ace scoffed, the venom in his words causing him to grimace. The down curve of his lips accentuated the small scar that rested on his bottom lip. "He never cared much for any of us, always leaving for days on end. Hell, I got so used to him being gone that I had to step in and help my mom raise my two brothers. His main target was always Luffy, just cause he's the youngest he thought he could easily be manipulated. That obviously didn't get him very far though — you know how hardheaded Luffy can be when he really sets his mind to stuff."
You chuckled softly at the thought, oh do I ever. The memory of the time Luffy had helped you rearrange your dorm sprang into your mind. It was originally Nami's idea, believing that a "change of scenery" would help clear her mind from her impending statistics exam. Luffy had relentlessly insisted that you loft your bed a little higher to "make more room for activities," ultimately clearing some of the clutter that gathered across the floor. You had argued that it would make getting comfortable in your bed 1000x more difficult. However, as much as you pleaded, Luffy refused to listen to you, believing that it was his way or the high way. You reluctantly gave in to his suggestion (which had actually been an incredible upgrade as you were able to organize the room much easier — but you'd never admit that to Luffy).
"Yeah, he's a handful," you smiled, deciding to relieve your hair from its exhausted updo. "but I love him, nonetheless. He talks a lot about you, y'know."
Ace smiled, "Yeah well, it wasn't always like that. At the same time, him and I always butted heads — selfishly, I wanted him to stay closer to home to help me with mom, while he wanted to get away and have his own freedom. It took me a while to realize that I was just projecting my feelings onto him, a funny habit I learned from my father"
You hadn't expected to get on such a vulnerable level with Portgas D. Ace, but here you were — sitting on a curb listening to him open up about his childhood. The way his body completely relaxed while he spoke to you made you forget about your romantic feelings toward him. The facade of the flirty older brother had slipped. Instead, the comfortable silence between you two allowed you to admire him at a respectable distance, taking in every syllable that escaped his lips as he revealed his heart to you.
"...which is why when he got accepted here, I knew that I had to let him go be his own man. I owe everything to my mother, and I just couldn't leave home knowing that her life would be a living hell."
"I'm glad it all worked out for you guys. Your selflessness led me to meet the best people I've ever met in my entire life," you jested, bumping into his side with your exposed shoulder. The ease surrounding you caused you to be a little more bold. "...including you. If it weren't for you tonight, I would've gotten seriously hurt. So thank you again, truly."
The air between you two grew unexpectedly warm, the gap filling in with his heat as he leaned in. His large, calloused hand gently cupped your jaw, tracing the smooth skin as if to memorize your delicate features. Ace's firm fingers raked through the hair that resides on the nape of your neck, pulling your closer to him. His lips stopped millimeters before clashing with yours, his breath mingling and teasing yours.
"Is this okay?" he asked, his honey-colored eyes burning holes into yours. Speechlessly, you nod your head, eyes flickering back and forth between his eyes and his lips. Your eagerness dragged a husky laugh from his throat "I was hoping you'd say that."
So much for non-romantic feelings
Ace's warm, plushy lips smashed into yours, drinking in the way you taste. His tongue peeked through to part your lips, creating an entrance to the deep labyrinth behind them. You allowed him to dominate the kiss, your back arching to meet his warm chest as you both breathe heavily into each other. Ace places a gentle hand on the small of your back, gesturing you to relax your weight into his arms. You do so with pleasure, using his strength as leverage to meet his pace. Your hands hungrily find their way into his hair, ruffling up the sides as you grip onto his jet black locks. The two of you momentarily break away, catching your breath before Ace's red-hot lips travel down your neck. He ravenously suckles on the exposed skin before biting down, causing you to huff a moan from the painful sensation. Your hands escaped from his hair as you brought his face to meet yours, the two of you smiling through the kiss as you briefly locked eyes. It was as if you had never sobered up — drunk on the pheromones and lust that radiated from his body. The two of you were so enveloped in each other that you hadn't noticed the large, white vehicle pull up in front of you. The moment was over as quickly as it began, a long, blaring horn echoing down the street. The sudden change in volume caused you to jump, Ace accidentally biting your bottom lip. You pulled away instantly, wiping your mouth and refusing to make eye contact with anyone as the horror settled in on what you had just done.
"Sanji??? What the hell are you doing here?!" you shouted angrily into the void, carving out the silhouette of the man in the driver's seat through the dimly lit tip of his cigarette.
"What am I doing here? You're the one perched up on the curb sucking face! Get in the car, I'm taking everyone back to the dorms."
"Don't worry, [y/n]!! Luffy's in the back passed out, didn't see a thing I promise!" Nami hiccuped, the slight slurring of her words alerted you that she was intoxicated.
Reluctantly, you enter through the side door, climbing over the seemingly lifeless bodies of your friends. A pang of guilt strikes your chest as your eyes land on Zoro, peacefully sleeping with Luffy on his shoulder. You quickly shake off the feeling, preventing your heart from getting caught in a web of conflict, spiraling out of control. Instead, you allow your heart to beat for someone else — turning back to Ace and giving him a warm smile as you take a seat next to his little brother.
"Why don't you join us? I'm sure your buddies won't mind you staying with one of the guys," you said, your random act of kindness earning a grimace from Sanji in the front seat, cursing you under his breath.
The glimmer in his eyes shifted from excitement to mischief, his bright smile curving into something more sinister, "Why don't I stay with you?"
Your breath hitches, the air in the car becoming tense as you feel pairs of wide eyes burning holes into the side of your face. Sanji nearly tips the car over as he whips his body around, the ash of the cigarette falling on the center console as his jaw hangs open. The boy behind you stirs as the Zoro wakes, his brows contorting into an expression of disgust and confusion.
"She's not easy, y'know" Zoro argues, his voice raspy from the combination of sleep and alcohol. "I know you're used to that kinda thing but [y/n] is different, so have someone else pick you up. There's not even room for you in here."
Ace's expression never faltered. In fact, it quirked into something even more playful as he shrugged, "Well then I guess [y/n] will just have to sit on my lap."
Your cheeks burned hot, anger and embarrassment morphing your face into a bright crimson. Why is Zoro acting out now?? Since when has he ever cared about my love life? Zoro sucked his teeth as he turned to face the window, huffing a sigh of frustration as he shook his head.
"Since when do you care?" you snapped, your previous bout of irritation rising in your throat.
"I don't. I'm just looking out for you," Zoro replied, hardly maintaining eye contact with you. He'd never admit this to your face, but you kinda scared him whenever you got upset — almost as much as Nami did.
"Well don't. I can make my own decisions." You stepped out of the car to make some room for Ace, whose eyes watched you with admiration. As soon as he made his way in, you hoisted yourself onto his lap, Ace's rough hands guiding you to a spot that was comfortable enough for the two of you. You had become hypersensitive to his touch — the feeling of Ace's legs spreading beneath you, the way his hands never left your waist, his warm breath huffing against your exposed back caused warmth to pool between your legs.
"Are we at McDonalds?" Luffy queried, his eyes half-open as he bobbles his head to assess the situation. His silly question relieved some of the tension that had built up in the car, everyone chuckling and releasing the breath they had been holding throughout the small quarrel.
"Lemme get a Big Mac and large fries," Usopp shouts from the back, his legs sprawled across Vivi and Robin's laps.
...
After sneaking past the RA's room with a giggly Nami, Vivi offers to take her off your hands for the night.
"Don't worry [y/n], we'll take her for the night," the blue-haired woman smiled, "She can borrow a pair of my pajamas for now. I'll make sure she stays in one piece."
You gave her a small chuckle, thanking her and Robin for their service.
"Be safe and let me know if you need anything! We're just down the hall."
"Use protection!" Robin added, chuckling as you gave her a stern, mortified look.
Upon opening the door, you pave the way into your dorm room by picking up the articles of clothing left sprawled across the floor. You shove them into your closet quickly, hoping Ace hadn't seen the disgusting mess you and Nami left the room in. He did.
"You can take my bed if you want," you said, smoothing out your sheets and fluffing your pillows so that it's comfortable for your unexpected guest. Ace watched you as you did so, his bare back pressed against the large wooden door. He took note of the way your back arched to pull the sheets straight, your hair draping over your right shoulder to reveal the tone of your back muscles. His eyes traced over the curve of your ass, wishing your skirt had been just a little shorter so that he could see your silky legs. Using his heels, Ace pushed off the door and made his way over to you. You turn around to meet his gaze, attempting to read his thoughts through his dark eyes. His hands wrap around your waist as he leans in, planting a soft, yet hungry, kiss on your lips. Your arms travel to drape around his neck, pressing your body against his. Ace picks you up in one swift motion, gripping the back of your thighs for support as you straddle his waist.
Ace pulls away, lips a deep red and slick with your saliva mixed with his. "We both know that's not what you want."
His sly words worked their way straight down to your core, huffing a laugh as you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, "Is it that obvious?"
Ace trails gentle kisses down your neck, his warmth bleeding across your skin as he works his way down your shoulder, "Maybe a little."
You cup his cheeks between your hands, bringing his attention back to your lips. Ace shifts your entire weight onto one of his arms, using his free hand to fumble with the strings of your top. Once undone, you shrug off the fabric, revealing the supple skin of your breasts. Ace spins around and throws you onto your fluffy comforter, admiring the way your tits bounced upon impact. You kept your arms raised by your head, allowing him to take in your curves as you maintained eye contact. Before you knew it, Ace is already fumbling with his shorts, kicking them off to reveal the length pitching underneath his boxers. He slowly peels off your long skirt, leaving just your white lacy panties. Ace makes room for himself between your legs, his hard cock grinding against your slick entrance. You gasped from the friction against your swollen clit, unsure of how you were gonna handle the way he would fill you up.
"Please, Ace. I need you," you gasped, begging him to take it further. You can feel his smile against your skin. Ace never would've taken you for the submissive type. Recognizing your request, Ace makes his way down to your core, leaving kisses from down your stomach to the inside of your thighs. Getting on his knees, Ace lifts you up from the small of your back, dragging you down to meet his mouth. He leaves small hickeys dangerously close to your already-throbbing cunt, biting and suckling the thin layer of skin that resides there. Frustrated from the teasing, you direct your attitude toward the black waves that decorate his head — tugging and ruffling his hair. Ace huffs a breathy laugh into your core, the warmth from his mouth causing your back to arch off the twin-sized mattress.
After what felt like ages of foreplay, Ace finally peels your panties to the side, revealing your dripping cunt. He places a long kiss onto your swollen clit before relieving you of your bottoms entirely. You spread your legs wider out of instinct, inviting him to drink in the way you taste. Ace brings your legs to rest over his shoulders as he dives into your core, hungrily exploring every fold with his tongue. His strong nose glides across your sensitive bud as he eats you out, his tongue rhythmically sliding in and out of your entrance. The sweet sounds of your slick against his mouth fill the room, your moans following closely behind. You begin to squirm underneath his grasp as you approach your climax, pressure building inside your stomach.
"I'm close, Ace" you plead breathlessly. "Please don't stop."
The trembling of your thighs was Ace's queue to increase his speed, lapping and suckling harder and faster to help you finish. He inserts his long, girth fingers into your slick entrance, hooking them up to find your sweet spot. The hiss of pleasure that escaped your mouth let him know that he succeeded, pumping his fingers in and out until your nectar coated them entirely.
"Fuck, Ace! I'm comingggnh ah-" you shouted, the combination of his strong fingers and his nimble tongue pushing you over the edge, your cunt squirting its sweet release all over his face and your freshly washed sheets.
"That's it, baby," Ace reassured, using his tongue to clean the mess from between your legs. He's always been a firm believer of prioritizing a woman's pleasure over his own, making sure you were attended to before he got his share. Once his hunger was satisfied (and you were a pulsing, shaking mess), Ace placed a kiss on your lips, giving you a taste of your own slick. Hungrily, you accepted the favor — wrestling against his tongue to absorb every fiber of his being. Ace pulls away abruptly, moving upward to nestle his mouth into your ear.
"Get up and turn around," he ordered, pulling back to give you enough room to do so. You complied with ease, climbing onto all-fours waiting for his next command. Ace places a firm hand between your shoulder blades, slowly applying pressure to push your chest and face into the mattress. He grabs a handful of your ass, playing with the plump flesh that steadies before him, ready to take him in at a moment's notice. Ace frees his pulsing cock from the confines of his boxers, lining his dripping tip with your buzzing entrance. Gripping onto your hips to stabilize himself, Ace slowly inserts himself into you, memorizing the way you snugly fit around him. A loud groan escaped your lips as you feel Ace bottom out, his cock being way bigger than you had expected. You gripped the sheets underneath you as he began to slide in and out of you, the friction both painful and overwhelmingly good as you're still riding out your previous orgasm.
"God you feel so good," Ace moans, eyes mesmerized on the way you bounce off his cock. Your slow, rhythmic pace increases as you crave more and more of his length, pushing your ass into his hips as you rock your own. You can feel Ace's hips buck and tense as your core pulses along his sensitive shaft, a rewarding whimper fleeing from his lips. "Fuck [y/n], slow down."
Strings of saliva connect your mouth and the sheet beneath you as you lift your head, turning around to meet Ace's eyes. You huff a laugh as you sinisterly decide to use your effect on the man behind you to your advantage. "Pull my hair, Ace."
Throughout the entire night, it had been Ace's suave advances toward you that allowed you to fall at his feet. But right now, in the dim light of your desk lamp, you decided to take control — wanting him to crumble and beg from inside you. Ace's concentrated expression quickly faltered, a mix of shock and excitement flushing his cheeks. "You sure?"
You nodded breathlessly, maintaining eye contact becoming more difficult as his pace quickens. He crouches over and plants kisses down the nape of your neck, traveling further down your spine as his lips mingling with the beads of sweat that pool in your curves. Ace places one final kiss before grabbing a fistful of your hair, swiftly wrapping it multiple times around his large hands to ensure a tight grip. The stinging sensation from your scalp causes you to wince, a moan of pain overrides the previous melodies that poured from your throat. Ace immediately loosens his grip, checking in and making sure you were okay.
"We can stop if it hurts too much," he reassures. You cursed yourself for worrying him, and let him know that you were okay and wanted to keep going. Ace trusted your word, easing back into his rhythm. The sounds of flesh slapping together fill the room as his pace quickens once more — this time you can feel Ace's knees begin to buckle as he reaches his climax. Sweet moans and whimpers rise from your throat, you thighs shaking as you come dangerously close to finishing once more.
"Don't come yet," Ace ordered, the authority in his voice returning, thick and firm. "I wanna see how beautiful you look when you do it all over my cock."
Before you could argue with him to keep going, he pulls out and flips you onto your back. The hair that was once in his firm grasp was now pooled behind your head, wet and sticky from your sweat and his mingling in his palm. Ace makes himself comfortable in the space between your thighs, scooping his arms underneath you to lift your chest to his mouth. He places kisses along your breasts, teasing your sensitive nipples as he suckles gently on the skin. Slowly, he inserts himself back into your slick entrance, navigating through your warmth to find the center of your pleasure point.
Your face contorts into an expression you were entirely unaware of being able to create, eyes lolling to the back of your head as Ace slams into your g-spot just right. The words of encouragement that coaxed out from his mouth pushed you further and further to the edge, "That's it, baby. Just relax. You're doing great, mama."
"Fuck Ace, please go faster," you pant, begging him to ravage your body. Thankfully, he complied — quickening his pace, leaving loving bites on the soft skin of your shoulders. Ace's gaze returned to yours, watching intently as you reach your climax. He grips the handles on your waist as you shake and moan uncontrollably beneath him, letting you ride out your orgasm before releasing his own. You feel the thick ropes of Ace's cum fill you up, his pace slowing to watch the river of white pour out of your already-leaking hole. Ace releases you from his grasp, placing one final kiss on your cheek as he pulls out.
...
"Luffy's gonna hate me y'know," Ace teased, playing with strands of your hair as he spoons you from behind. The two of you had abandoned the soiled sheets and cuddled beneath one of your clean back-up blankets. Laundry day is gonna be a pain.
"He's gonna have to get through me first," you retorted, chuckling breathlessly as you catch your breath. Every problem, every stressor you had completely washed away at this moment. It was as if you had never felt peace and contentment until this very moment. You smiled to yourself, knowing that Nami would put this night into your never-ending pool of debt.
y'all have no idea how long this fic took me omg my chains are gone and i've been set free. but jokes aside this is one of my favorite things i have ever written and i hope u enjoyed reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it :))
sooo i’ve been disgustingly greedy and reading so many zosanzo fics that i just have to share them with you guys so here’s a list of some of my favs that i’ve read recently that deserve their flowers :,)
please mind the tags and archive warnings as there is smut in a good deal of these cause i’m a pervert
the wreckage of greed - balderdashfromafool
favorite view - hllfire
leave that bargain to the moon and sun - 64907
been with you such a long time - hazel_athena
this post has been deleted. - evils
come over, come over (i won’t make the same mistakes) - veto_power_over_clocks
bring the divine - hazel_athena
nothing generous about it - balderdashfromafool
operation starling - 64907
addicted to your touch - imbekkable (ongoing, but SO GOOD)
there’s tons more where these came from so check out my bookmarks on ao3 if you want more suggestions! also PLEASE feel free to send me recs as well because y’all know i just can’t get enough
