⊹˚. ♡ Author's note: sorry I've been MIA – life is hectic, hope you're all okay! enjoy this angsty but happy ending comfort piece <3
“Toji Zenin. Handsome and knows it. Hired to assassinate me. Motivated solely by financial gain.”
She said out loud to him, sensing his presence behind her, not looking up from her glass.
"That's me, spot on."
The words that left his lips were low, calm, and coolly spoken. He had a habit of speaking with an even tone regardless of the circumstances or context. He had been standing there behind her, taking in every detail.
His words were short, but he took a moment to drink in her image before him. She wasn't just beautiful, she was breathtakingly gorgeous. Despite this, his eyes maintained a steady, unreadable demeanour as he answered her question without adding anything else.
She chuckled a little and motioned for him to sit down beside her, sliding a full glass of whiskey to him.
He paused for a brief yet significant moment before he slowly took a seat next to her. He took a sip from the glass of whiskey offered to him before he replied, "You sound rather nonchalant about the fact that I'm here to take your life."
“Mm. Yeah. Doesn’t really bother me.” She took a sip and looked ahead of her, watching a couple canoodling together. Couples made her sick. It was only a matter of time before one of them disappointed the other.
He took in her words and her mannerisms, his gaze shifting from her to the couple briefly, before he looked back at her with a raised brow, "I see... you really aren't fazed by the fact that I'm here to end you? You must be a very confident woman then."
“No. Just a woman who has nothing left to be here for.”
The quietness in the air was palpable as his eyes remained on her. It was a somewhat unexpected reply from her. His lips pulled into a thin line, and his eyebrows slanted down, his eyes becoming cold and sharp, but they quickly resumed their usual neutral expression. He took a drink from his glass, "You really have nothing left to exist for?"
“Nope.”
"Huh..." He spoke with a slight air of curiosity. But his tone quickly returned to its previous stoic state. "That's quite pitiful. Mind if I ask why?"
“So guy who hired you to assassinate me is actually my ex boyfriend. Well, he was married. And I found out. Turns out my 4 years with him was just a lie.” She downed her drink, it was bitter but not as bitter as her current reality.
"Ah, a typical married-man affair then." He said with a soft chuckle. He was only slightly amused by the situation. The fact that his mission was due to a failed relationship wasn't really worth his attention. He took another sip.
His eyes scanned her, taking in the way she was sitting, the way she had spoken... she clearly had a nihilistic attitude toward life. She was apathetic. Something about it was compelling. His head tilted slightly to the side without him realising it, as his eyes never broke away from her. He took a drink. "Tell me, miss..."
“(Y/N) Fushiguro.”
“That's a pretty name." He spoke in the same calm that he always does, but in her presence, he felt somewhat differently. Maybe it was due to her beauty, maybe it was due to her unusual attitude, eitherway, he was intrigued. The way she accepted her impending assassination was oddly intriguing to him.
"So... is this a habit of yours? Drinking, I mean.”
“Only when I find out my last 4 years of my life was a lie.” She chuckled dryly, swirling the cup in her hand… not taking any notice of the environment around her.
"So? You're still young. Your whole life ahead of you, yet you'd just willingly let it go..." He spoke with a hint of a sigh.
“And you? Your story I mean.”
His gaze remained on her, unwavering. "You're asking me about my story? Me?" The question took him by surprise, but it didn't take him long to answer it.
"Why should I divulge such details to you?" He spoke with a soft smirk.
“Because you look like you’re lonely.”
The words that she spoke were like daggers to his heart. They struck him right where it hurt. He was silent for a while, not responding, simply continuing to stare at her. It was difficult to find an appropriate answer without betraying his feelings and his emotions. Eventually, he responded, "And what made you believe that?"
"Your eyes, they look lonely." She said softly, treading lightly.
His eyebrows furrowed slightly. She was perceptive enough to notice the look of his eyes and interpret it as loneliness. But he wouldn't show that he was slightly touched by her words. He was silent, the only sound coming from him was the sound of his breathing.
Then he spoke with a slight grin, "Well, you're not entirely wrong. The eyes are indeed a window into one's heart..."
She smiled a little, she was breath taking, "That's true. So make it quick."
"Make what quick?" He smirked and raised a brow, his tone was mocking. "Are you telling me to assassinate you?"
"Precisely, that's what you're here for right?"
His grin only widens. "You're so calm about the fact that you're going to die... Do you have no desire to live at all?" He spoke the words in an aloof demeanor, but he was genuinely curious, something about her tugged at him. He could have just finished his mission and then walked away. It was good money too. But he just couldn’t for some reason.
She looked up at him emotionlessly, "I mean, there's nothing left for me."
"Hmmm... no fear... no attachments, no desire to keep living... not even a single bit of emotion." His eyes remained on her, analysing her, but his expression remained unchanged. He wondered how someone could be so apathetic.
"Are you?"
His eyes narrowed slightly, and a smile played at the edges of his lip, "Am I what exactly?"
"Happy?"
"Happy?" She caught him off guard with her word choice. His usual aloof demeanor cracked a little, and he let out a small chuckle.
"Ah, that word. I don't remember the last time I was truly happy, if ever. But no, in this moment, the answer is no."
She took his hand and placed it on hers. A look of surprise crossed his expression for a second before he looked back up at her. His eyes remained on her as his hand remained on hers, but neither of them spoke. A quiet tension filled the air.
"Toji was it? How about yourself?"
"Someone to live for?" He paused for a little before he continued. "Not anymore... At least that's what I say to myself." He chuckled dryly. "If you're asking me about my past, then yes, I did have someone to live for until I lost them."
"Then you know what it feels like." She said softly, looking into the distance.
He didn’t speak. His words were true, and he could empathise with her situation. Though, there were many differences between her and him, but their pain was one and the same. He remained still, thinking for a second, not breaking contact as his hand remained on hers.
"Would you want things to end?"
It was a bold question coming from her. No one had ever asked him something like that. Not like his answer would make a difference, but he would answer truthfully eitherway. He shifted his weight, but his hand didn’t leave hers, "Sometimes... yeah."
In her presence, he felt a strange comfort. It was unusual for him, and it was quite unexpected. But still, he felt at ease with her next to him. A light warmth washed over him, and for a brief moment, the loneliness he always felt was diminished. The silence between them continued for a while, the only sounds were their quiet breathing.
He couldn’t deny that he was somewhat broken. A loneliness that had been with him for most of his life, the pain of loss that ate at his heart, the despair that he felt on a daily basis, they were all slowly eroding him. She was broken, too, he could tell that much. The thought made him somewhat sad, knowing all that had happened to her.
"What are we but two souls that are lost?" She whispered, her voice trembling slightly.
He watched as she calmly drank her drink, taking in every movement she made. Though his response had been slow and hesitating, he felt something stir within him at her suggestion.
"You know..." He spoke after a few moments, "There are many things that we don't know. How life would play out, if we would be truly happy... or would our lives end up worse off."
She traced his lip scar, "You... this has a dark story, doesn’t it?”
The touch of her fingernails running against his scar only gave him goosebumps. She was right in guessing that his scar was the product of the pain he endured from his clan. He didn't say a word, but from the slight tightening of his jaw, it revealed the truth without the need for words.
She stroked it gently and smiled, her smile not reaching her eyes. He didn't pull away, but his expression held a touch of surprise. They had only known for each other for a short time, yet her action had caught him off guard. His hand squeezed hers in response, his gaze never leaving hers.
"Goodbye, Toji." She whispered and got up, pulling on her jacket weaving in and out of partygoers to leave the bar.
He was frozen in his seat, his mind trying to make sense of her last words. It didn't take him long to reach the conclusion that those were her final words. But he wouldn't let her simply go without trying to show her that live was worth living. He doesn’t know why he cared or why he quickly dashed after her, rushing through the streets to search for her. But he did.
She stood by the bridge, overlooking the city. Watching as the streetlights twinkled softly in the distance, the wind blowing through her wispy hair.
He soon found her by the side of the bridge. He slowed his pace as he approached her from behind, trying to gauge the situation. He could tell that she was standing near the bridge with one goal in mind.
"Wait..."
She turned to him, "Toji?"
His eyes remained on her as her gaze locked with his. "Your last words... they were goodbye."
"You figured it out, huh?"
"I'm not letting you give up." He responded softly, his voice holding a hint of determination. He took a few steps forward and gently placed a hand on her shoulder, his breath catching slightly.
"...Why? Doesn't this make your job easier?"
"Easier?" His voice contained a touch of disbelief. "That's what you think? That it's all about a job?" He sighed, his grip tightening around her shoulder. "You're a person, just like me... a human being. And I would be a terrible person, if I just stood by and let you... throw it all away."
She chuckled dryly, "You're a hired assassin."
"Even an assassin has a heart." The hand on her shoulder remained firm, and he looked right into her eyes, his gaze intent. "And as a person with a heart, I could never stand to watch you give up like this."
He saw a glimpse of her inner torment as the quivering of her lips suggested she was trying to hold back her emotions. He felt pity and sadness for her. But there was only one thing that he could do in that moment. He silently brought his index finger to her lips and gently traced it against them. Slowly, his touch lingered as his finger stayed there for a couple of seconds before he withdrew it. "Don't."
As his finger ran against her lips, her heart skipped a beat, and she could feel something stir within her. A surge of adrenaline rushed through her system, stirring excitement and something else she couldn't quite define. A strange feeling rose within her heart, and for a brief moment, she felt her chest grow tight as she tried to breathe. In that singular act, he had broken the ice between them. It was only a touch of a stranger, but it felt like so much more.
"I have no where left to go... no money to my name...this is easier."
The words had caught him off guard, and he felt a strange twinge of concern and sadness as his eyes remained on her. She sounded... so hopeless. Without a trace of hesitance, he stepped forward, his body filling the gap between them. His hands gently rested on her shoulders, and he looked into her eyes. He was close, very close to her, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he spoke quietly once again, his voice containing a hint of urgency. "You have me."
"You don’t even know me.”
"A stranger can become a companion, and maybe even more." He spoke softly, his gaze never leaving hers. "Let me be the person by your side. I'll give you a reason to try and live..."
She looked up at him, tears welling up in her eyes, "Why would you do that for me...?"
“You're deserving of love.” He said simply enough, his hold on her shoulder tightening. "You're broken and hurt, but I don't see you as a pathetic, nobody has been. I see a person, a human being who's suffered too much in her life. And you deserve to be loved, cared for, and cherished."
Her breath hitched as she searched his eyes for deception, but she couldn't find any.
He was being truthful. Every word that he had spoken was sincere. He didn't see her as pathetic in any way. He saw her for who she was... a human.
"And even though we met for just a short while, I feel a connection between us. I feel it in my gut and in my heart that you and I have much more to give each other. You're not alone anymore. I'm here...."
He instinctively wrapped his arm around her and he felt her body pressed against his own as she hugged him close. He was taken aback by her embrace as he hadn't felt another body this close to his in years. Gentle sobs eminated from her chest as she buried herself into his, allowing his warmth to comfort her. He allowed the embrace to continue, and the longer she stayed within his arms, the more his heart raced.
He could feel himself becoming attached to her, but he didn't mind.
A sudden snowflake brushed her cheeks, and they both looked up to see the lone one softly flutter down to the ground. The night sky was filled with a soft flurry of snow, and the view was breathtaking. His eyes stayed locked on the falling snowflakes, fascinated with their beauty and graceful movements. As his gaze slowly moved back to hers, he noticed the small droplets of moisture on her cheek. He gently brushed them away with the pad of his thumb, and their faces remained close to each other, his heartbeat increasing with every passing moment.
"I..." She trailed off, looking into his eyes defeated by her own thoughts.
He remained silent and kept watching her with a slight smile on his lips, his eyes never leaving her own. The snowfall slowly increased in its intensity, covering the ground in a white blanket, and a gentle wind danced around them. The night sky was beautiful, and their small, intimate moment felt like time itself had stopped. The tension and excitement were building in the air, and his heartbeat was steadily growing faster, his breath coming in a little short.
"I want to live..."
His own heart jumped with joy at her words, and he closed the gap between them. He embraced her once again and pulled her close to his chest. His hand tightened around her shoulder, and he spoke softly, his voice tinged with emotion.
"Then live..." He gently brushed the tears off her cheeks and looked straight into her eyes, his gaze intent and unwavering.
His breath brushed her own, and his other hand moved from her shoulder to the base of her neck, fingers grazing it ever so gently. Then, the lightness of their breaths suddenly grew heavier, as if their breathing was in sync with each other. He remained so close to her that he could feel the heat of her body against his own. His gaze never leaving hers, their eyes locked and their lips mere inches apart.
As the space between them finally closed, the moment exploded with a powerful shock. It was as if, in that single instant, the tension that had built between them, the excitement, and the buildup of their breath, all released in an intense burst. They had finally come together, their lips finally meeting in a fiery, passionate kiss. Their mouths entwined, their tongues intertwined, their breathing intertwined, and their hearts beat as one. The intensity of their kiss only grew as they remained locked in it, their breath becoming faster and more frenzied as the moment intensified.
"Did you...feel that too?"
"...Yes," he replied with a breathy voice, still coming down from the incredible high of their kiss. The nearness of her skin still lingered in his senses, and his heart continued to beat at a rapid pace. "I felt it..." His eyes remained locked on hers, his gaze not faltering. "I felt it all.."
His gaze remained locked on hers. They shared a silent moment between them, their eyes remaining connected as they were still processing the sudden rush of emotions from their kiss. The tension was palpable in the air, as if they were still bound by that powerful surge of emotions from moments ago. He saw her mouth open slightly, as if trying to say something...
She smiled a little, "Looks like you failed your mission."
A smirk tugged on his lips, and his gaze softened slightly when she smiled. "Failed?" He asked, his tone now filled with a hint of amusement.
"Yeah, you were hired to assassinate me, yet instead you took me into your life."
"And I don't see that as a failure," he replied, his voice becoming softer and more vulnerable. "On the contrary, in my book," he added, his voice picking up a teasing tone again. "I'd say this was a remarkable success."
“Take me home…”
"Home?" he asked softly, his voice tinged with surprise. Then a sly grin appeared on his lips, and his arms tightened around her. "Okay..." He paused and added, "But there are conditions.”
"What conditions?"
He pulled her slightly closer as she shifted her body, resting her head on his shoulders. He looked at her for a moment and spoke softly, his breath soft on her skin. "One..." he started, his voice slightly rumbling. "You must promise to never give up to this world. Never let anyone or anything take away your worth. Always believe in yourself. And... never, ever give in to despair..."
"The second condition..." he continued softly, his breath still light on her skin as his thumb continued the soothing gesture, gently wiping away her tears. "Is that you must give yourself a chance. Give life another shot."
He let out a small breath, relieved that he had gotten her to agree to give herself another chance. “The last condition…” he started, and as he spoke, he felt the tension grow once again, the excitement palpable in the air.
The snow gently coated the ground around them as the silent night carried only the sound of the flakes slowly falling down, the silence only momentarily interrupted by their breath. “Is that…” he paused and cleared his throat, making sure to find the right words, “you must promise to let me guide you. To let me protect you. To let me try and love you…”
She felt her tears well up again. His grip on her shoulder tightened again as he felt her body tremble with the sudden urge to cry. He knew the words had hit home for her, and he felt a surge of protective fondness for her, his thumb gently stroking her cheek where the tears were running down. It was a tender gesture, and his eyes remained on her.
"Don't," he whispered softly, his tone carrying a hint of concern. "No more tears..."
She grinned as he wiped her eyes, "A new life."
"A new life," he repeated with a smirk, and his hands moved to run through her hair, letting his fingers drift down to brush her cheeks, and his gaze never left her own, still locked onto her eyes.
"Together." he added softly.
The night was still, and every sound had grown quiet around them, as if the world had stopped to witness this intimate moment. The snow continued its silent descent, covering them in a white blanket as the atmosphere grew heavy. His fingers remained on her cheeks, his gaze never leaving her eyes.
His heartbeat was a steady thump in his chest, his chest moving slightly with each breath. Their lips were just mere inches away, their breaths brushing against each other just slightly. Each moment seemed to stretch out infinitely as their eyes remained locked on each other.
SYNOPSIS...being the new hire at the office, your hear rumors of your boss, Nanami Kento. You were curious who he was, having never met him before. Though one late night stay at the office answers all of your questions
INFO...boss!nanami x fem!reader, suggestive(?), fluff(?), reader and nanami got sexual tension, no like really they wanna fuck, not proofread
OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated
thank you for the request anon!
Your boss, Nanami, is sort of like an urban legend around the office. You always hear of him but you’ve never seen him walk in or out of the office. Your eyes always trail over to his office door, his nameplate on the left hand side. His blinds were always shut, completely covering the window. It was always so odd. You were starting to wonder if he ever stepped foot in this building or if he worked from home like others did. Either way, he was your boss and he hired you. Well, someone under his position interviewed you and decided you were good enough to work here. You always wondered what he looked like. Was he an old man? Was he young? Did he have dark or light hair? Was he short? You had no clue.
One late night you stayed at the office longer than needed to finish your work, getting up from your chair to grab some more coffee. Mostly everyone was gone by now and you were certain it was just you and the janitor in the building until you collided with a broad chest, your coffee spilling all over your white dress shirt. “Oh my gosh, I am so sorry.” You nervously look up to see a tall blond haired man walking out of the one and only Kento Nanami’s office. “Sir, I-"
“Are you okay?” He asked, grabbing napkins to help wipe off your stained shirt. “I should’ve been looking where I was going.” His voice was soft and deep at the same time, a perfect mix.
“I’m…okay.” So this is what he looked like. You didn’t expect that at all. He was handsome beyond belief and actually real. You dabbed up the coffee as much as you could, though the stain were still there.
“You’re the new hire, aren’t you?” He asked. The question made you freeze. You weren’t sure if he was going to belittle you or what, still, you answered truthfully.
“I am. I’m—”
“Y/n.” He smiled. “I’ve heard about you. You’ve been doing amazing work around here. May I ask what you’re still doing here so late in the night?” He raised a brow.
“Um.” You stared at him like a complete idiot, completely in shock that he knew your name. People you’ve been working with for weeks now don’t even know your name, yet he does. “Sorry! I was staying late to finish my assignment.”
“Please, there’s no need for you to overwork yourself. I’ll extend your deadline. Also, allow me to pay for your dry cleaning. I apologize for the coffee.” He placed a warm hand on your shoulder. Words were caught in your throat, lost at what to say. “Hm?” He questioned, letting out a soft chuckle.
“Uh, yes! I’m sorry! Again! I’d appreciate that.” You nodded before looking down at your watch. “Oh shit! I missed the bus!” You sigh in disappointment. You didn’t realize just how late you stayed.
“Let me take you home,” he offered.
You looked at him. “Are you sure? You’re already planning on paying for my dry cleaning I can’t possibly pay you back.”
“There’s no need to. Get your things.”
The drive to your house is silent, despite you instructing him where to turn. Your body was tense in the seat, embarrassed by the fact you ran into your boss and spilled coffee all over yourself and now here he was having to drive you home because you missed the bus. It didn’t help the fact he was handsome and polite, exceeding your expectations of what he’d be like. From what you heard around the office, he was a stern man who liked to get things done in order and on time. Yet, your conversation with him was the complete opposite.
“It’s gonna be right here.” You pointed to the small tan house at the end of the road. He gently braked the car, putting it in park. “Thank you so much,” you spoke. Stepping foot out of the car, you shut the door behind you and began walking up your steps until you heard another car door shut. Nanami walked up your steps, placing his hand on the small of you back as you both walked to the front door. “You didn’t have to,” you shyly giggle.
“Well, I still feel bad about ruining your shirt.” He looked down at your chest.
“Oh, right. I sort of forgot about that.” You unlocked your door, stepping inside and slipping your shoes off. “Please, come in, I don’t want you waiting out in the cold.” He stepped inside, looking around your house as you ran to your bedroom to change. “One second!” You called from your room. You were struggling to remove your skirt, the zipper getting stuck from time to time.
“I’m in no rush!” Nanami hollered back. He watched the end of the hallways where your room was located, the door slightly cracked open. His eyes widened when you walked by only in your bra. Instantly, he looked away. He cleared his throat, tapping his fingers against each other.
“Sorry I took so long, zipper got stuck.” You walked up to him in a pair of shorts and plain tee, your dress shirt in hand. He slowly reached for it, taking it from your hand. “Could I get you anything before you leave? Water or something?” You felt bed that you’ve been an absolute mess since the moment you met him.
“Water is fine,” he answered. He trailed behind you into the kitchen, sitting down at the small island as you grabbed a cup from your cabinet. Nanami’s eyes averted down to your exposed legs, the fabric of your shorts barely covering your ass.
“Here you go.” You handed him the glass.
“Thank you.” He half smiled, put the glass to his lips as he took a sip of the refreshing liquid. “If you don’t mind me asking, is it just you that lives here?”
“Yeah, it’s been only me for a good few months now.” You leaned against the counter.
“Few months?” He questioned.
“I just recently went through a break up, so…yeah,” you scoffed.
“I didn’t mean to intrude on your personal life—”
“No, no worries. He was an asshole anyway.” For some reason you felt comfortable with Nanami, or maybe you were just used to oversharing where it wasn’t needed. Though, he let out a small chuckle at your words. He shook his head with a smile. “Too much?”
“Of course not.” His eyes locked onto yours. A moment of silence shared between you both as you got lost in each other’s gaze. Nanami broke the silence. “Well, uh, I should get going.” He stood up from his seat, grabbing your shirt. You followed behind him as he walked himself to the front door, opening it. “I’ll see you in the office, y/n.”
“See you in the office! Thanks once again.” You leaned against the doorway, both of you smiling at one another like you’ve been doing all night. Your eyes stick to his figure as he gets in his car. He gives you one last wave and you wave right back before shutting and locking your door. “Oh my gosh! He’s so fucking hot!” You scream to yourself, hiding your face in your hands. “He looked at my tits!” You run to your bedroom, jumping on your bed as you giggle like a school girl into your pillow, kicking your feet. “How the fuck is he so fine?! I wanna fuck my boss...I'm gonna fuck him.”
Nanami on the other hand sat in his car outside your house, letting out a sigh as he looked at your door. “Oh, goddamn you, y/n.” He smirked to himself, running hand through his hair. It took everything in Nanami not to pounce on you right then and there. How unprofessional it would be of him. Your eyes and your smile were the first things he noticed about you besides the giant stain on your tits. He wondered if you even noticed your shirt was see through the entire time? “You’re gonna get me so much trouble, sweetheart.”
My Brother's Best friend (003) – Geto Suguru (NSFW)
⊹˚. ♡ Previous chapter Summary: You have always been in love with your brother’s best friend (who also happens to be his roommate) – does he even feel the same way or does he view you just as Gojo's little sister? It doesn’t matter because your brother made it very clear to him that you were off limits since you're his precious little sister… But were you really off limits?
He didn’t respond immediately because he himself had no idea what he should do. This was definitely a situation that he wasn’t prepared for. It would be difficult to explain everything they did to Gojo and he for sure wasn't going to tell him that he had his hands all over you. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting himself calm down before looking down at you with that smirk you loved so much.
"You leave first and I’ll come in 5 minutes.”
Taking your phone out, you checked the camera to see if you looked presentable enough to leave. You shot him an incredulous look and pointed to your two fresh hickies.
“Did you have to give me these?! My brother’s gonna think Sukuna did this and lose his shit on him.”
"Oh, sorry princess. I let my lips wander too much I guess."
Although he was being sarcastic, you couldn’t help the butterflies thrashing around in your stomach at him calling you ‘princess’.
“Ugh. You’re the worst. You’re lucky it’s not super noticeable, I just know that it’ll be tomorrow though.”
You push yourself off him and go to open the bathroom stall but hesitate looking back at him,
“What does this mean for us…?”
He knew that was coming. You asking what this all means in the long run. Instead of addressing your inquiry, he simply grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him in response.
"Let's worry about that in the morning. Just for tonight, let's focus on what we should be focusing on. You and I. That's it. It doesn't have to mean anything."
You clenched your jaw, feeling yourself get annoyed at his remark, of course it didn’t mean anything to him. He had been with so many women, you were probably just another one he did something with. This is so like him, why did you expect that things would be any different?
You pushed yourself away from him gently and stormed out of the bathroom, before glancing at your reflection in the mirror — guess you didn’t look disheveled, nor were the hickies too prominent so you’d be fine. Or that’s what you thought.
Not looking back at Geto, you made your way back to the booth trying to push past the crowd, only to see Gojo chat animatedly with Utahime. Nanami was also there but he was just sitting there, nursing his drink whilst staring off into space. You go and sit next to Nanami, sighing to yourself and snatched Gojo’s drink before downing it.
Still feeling yourself seething, you sat back a little, trying to make yourself look calm despite how you were feeling. Geto definitely crossed a major line with you and then acted as if it meant nothing but you couldn’t find it in yourself to be frustrated at him. And that frustrated you. You were frustrated at yourself for feeling like this. You really wanted to be mad at him and tell him just how inconsiderate he was being but it was as if your body just simply wouldn’t allow it.
Gojo grinned at you to acknowledge your return but carried on chatting with Utahime, no doubt trying his luck on her. Why was it okay for your brother to hit on your friends but god forbid any of his say anything towards you that could count as flirting.
Nanami eyed you cautiously for a second and went back to nursing his drink before speaking flatly.
“I see you’ve returned. Sukuna is still on the dancefloor grinding with some random woman.”
You nodded and sighed in relief, you didn’t want to and couldn’t think about flirting with Sukuna right now. Not after what you just experienced with Geto.
“Yeah, I just went to the bathroom. Felt a little sick, so thought I’d get some time alone to recuperate. It was getting kinda stuffy on the dance floor…”
Nanami nodded and looked away as if he understood completely. He knew you were lying but he didn’t care and decided to give you space about the situation if you wanted it.
Then out of nowhere, he spoke again, making sure to keep his voice low enough so only you could hear. Not that your brother would have heard it over his obnoxious flirting with Utahime anyway.
“You should be careful.“
You looked at him fake puzzled hoping to throw him off, “What do you mean, Nanami?”
He stared at you for a moment, weighing his options before deciding to be somewhat straightforward with you.
"You guys are being really obvious. It won’t be long before your brother figures it out.”
You knew damn well that there was more to his previous comment than what he was letting on now. He was clearly implying that you should be careful around Geto, which was probably the right thing to do considering what had just happened in that stall.
You felt yourself tense a little. Of course Nanami would have been one of the first people to pick up on it, he was always so observant. Thankfully, you knew him well enough to know he wouldn’t rat you out to Gojo. You were an adult who made your own decisions and he respected that.
You mumbled a little “You’re right, thanks.”
Geto made his way back to the table with the same blonde he was with on the dance floor and plopped down as far as he could be from you, avoiding your eyes as if he didn’t have his tongue shoved up your pussy up until a couple minutes ago.
So this was how he was going to act? Completely ignore your existence and go back to blondie over there? You couldn’t even be mad at the woman on his arm, it’s not her fault. It was his.
Nanami sighed, almost as if he knew this would happen. Nanami was the kind of person that saw through everyone’s bullshit, you were glad he was on your side because you felt yourself getting agitated by the way Geto was acting. It hurt. A lot of mixed emotions were running through you at the moment and having this awkward ass conversation with Nanami definitely wasn’t helping.
You felt another presence beside you, most likely Sukuna. He wrapped an arm around your waist and gave you a lazy smirk as if it was the most natural thing to do. You were so caught up in the fact that Geto was ignoring you, that you let out a startled gasp when Sukuna came up to you. A chill ran down your spine as he wrapped his arm around your waist and unfortunately (or fortunately) it felt a bit comforting somehow. You had a feeling you were about to go down a slippery slope with this guy but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.
You sighed and flashed him a flirty smirk, "Hey."
Sukuna smirked at you, basking in the flirty tone of your voice and smile. You could practically feel him eyeing the two hickies that covered the edge of your neck.
"Damn, who gave you those?"
You tensed and flicked your eyes briefly to Geto as a reflex but quickly looked back to Sukuna, hoping he didn't pick up on it. At this rate everyone at the table except your brother were going to know about your little escapade with Geto.
"Ah... just a random guy I met by the restroom." You tried to sound convincing, but with the way your voice shook, it was obvious that it wasn't just a random guy.
Sukuna smirked and his voice lowered into a low, husky tone as his eyes stayed on the hickies on your neck.
“A random guy. Right. Must have been really into you for him to be that rough with you. What did he look like, sweetheart?”
He sounded amused by the whole situation, like he was enjoying watching you squirm.
That question caught you off guard, you were not expecting him to ask. Unprepared, you just listed the opposite qualities of Geto hoping it would sell it for him.
“Shortish and blonde.”
Sukuna looked like he was trying hard not to laugh, did you think he was stupid? You couldn't even tell a proper lie. He looked down at you a little amused and chuckled quietly.
"That’s interesting because I could have sworn I heard your voice in the bathroom stalls moaning Suguru’s name."
You tensed a little, feeling a blush adorn your features. Great, now everyone but your brother knew. It was only a matter of time before someone spilled it to him.
“Please don’t tell my brother.” You whispered awkwardly.
Sukuna laughed softly and rolled his eyes at you, there was something about you and how easy it was to tease when you're flustered that he enjoyed. He was clearly going to give you a hard time with this for a little while longer.
"I won't tell him."
The moment he said that, a sinister smirk formed on his lips.
"If you give me something in return."
“Emotional blackmail? Really Sukuna? That’s low even for someone like you.” You smirked and rolled your eyes at him.
Nanami grunted and shot Sukuna a glare before adding, “Let her be.”
Seeing Nanami’s glare made Sukuna chuckle but he was still grinning at you in a very mischievous way, like he was going to keep teasing you. He had the look of someone that knew how to push your buttons.
"Give me a kiss on the cheek, right here, right now and I won't say a word to your brother."
He had no shame in what he was doing. The man was clearly a menace but he had his own charm.
You looked over at Geto who seemed unfazed by your interaction with Sukuna. He didn't hear what you were talking about, it was hard to over the sound of thumping music around you. A kiss on the cheek seemed semi reasonable, right? Besides Sukuna was an one older guy who knew his way around women... maybe it might be good thing? Either way, it was just a kiss on the cheek so you didn’t have to really overthink it.
Shrugging, you leaned in to kiss his cheek but Sukuna being the cheeky asshole he was, he turned his head quickly so that his lips met yours.
Geto turned his head so fast he almost had whiplash, he could feel his stomach bubbling with anger and jealousy. Huh? Why was he getting pissed off like this? You were just Gojo's sister, he reminded himself. Or tried to. But before he could think logically, he got up and yanked Sukuna off you, glaring at him menacingly.
"Don't touch her."
Sukuna raised an eyebrow at Geto and smirked coyly. You had never seen this side of him before and it made you realise just how little you knew about him. You watched them carefully as they stared each other down, trying to gauge their reactions to understand the situation but you also couldn’t help but fear what would come of this. Sukuna just looked amused that this situation was getting so heated in the first place and that made you wonder even more on how this would end.
"My, my. You're awfully protective over your best friend's little sister. Even Satoru, her actual brother, doesn't seem too fazed by it." Sukuna chuckled and leaned back, resting his arm across the sofa headrest.
It's true. You looked over at Gojo who didn't seem to mind too much but you quickly figured that it was because he didn't see the whole interaction between you and Sukuna. That had to be it otherwise Sukuna would have gotten his ass beat by now. Or maybe because he was too busy chatting with Utahime to even care what was happening around them.
Geto’s voice was low as he moved in close to his face, his fists clenched by his side. It seemed like he was trying not to do anything reckless but he was visibly agitated.
"Shut the hell up. You shouldn't be touching her at all."
Sukuna let out a taunting chuckle and smirked sadistically at him, "Neither should you. But apparently you did more than just kissing in the bathroom stall. Isn't that right, Suguru?"
Geto’s entire face froze at Sukuna’s comment. How did he know? How was that possible? Did he hear you in the stall? His grin got even wider after Geto didn’t respond to him, causing him to tilt his head in a mocking manner.
"I’ll take that as a yes."
You watched the scene unfold in front of you like a deer in headlights. Thankfully, Nanami came to the rescue once again.
He leaned over and placed his hand between them, "That's enough you two."
Nanami’s hand landed on Geto’s chest, separating him from Sukuna. Geto remained silent but his face spoke volumes about the fact they had been caught. Sukuna’s shit eating smirk was still in place, almost begging him to carry on.
You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding in, relieved that Nanami had stepped in.
You shot him a quick glance and gave him a small smile, a little grateful that he was trying to keep the peace but Geto looked like he was ready to tear Sukuna’s head off.
He was acting completely out of character in this situation but you couldn’t entirely blame him for his reaction either. Or could you? After all, what right did he have to act like that? He said what happened in the stalls earlier didn’t have to mean anything nor was he your boyfriend…
Just as you went to open your mouth to call it a night, Gojo piped up from the other side of the table, "After party at mine! Let's go."
You groaned, not wanting to go back to their apartment right now given the fact that things were incredibly messy but you also didn't want to be alone right now. This honestly would have been the perfect opportunity to make your escape, but you had this overwhelming sense that you wouldn’t feel better if you did. Maybe it was because you knew that if you left so suddenly it would draw attention to what had happened and Gojo would ask questions. You were never one to turn down opportunities to hang out with him and Geto. Until now.
Since there were 6 of you had to get two Ubers between the group. And unfortunately, somehow you had been wedged in the Uber with Geto because:
a) Gojo booked the Ubers
b) Gojo didn’t know what happened between the pair of you
c) Your brother wanted to carry on flirting with Utahime
and d) Nanami insisted that Sukuna and Geto be kept apart also mumbling something about keeping him from you too but you figured he mainly did it to give you and Geto privacy to talk and sort out what had happened earlier before it turned really messy.
You sat back and kept quiet the entire trip. Things were already a mess between you and Geto and you really didn’t need anymore attention drawn to that right now. You looked out the window, pretending like everything was fine and that there wasn’t this awful pit of anxiety looming within your chest. Your fingers squeezed one another as you tried to distract yourself from your thoughts.
You tried your best to ignore Geto at your side, he was taking up so much space in the Uber that it was impossible not to bump into him every few minutes, but you still tried to keep a fair amount of distance between you both.
That was until he said your name.
Geto’s voice was hushed and your name falling from his lips made your body respond in so many ways that you can’t even describe with words. When he called your name you jolted, you felt your stomach dip. He had you in his clutches and even at this very moment he could still control you.
You stared at his lips, entranced by them and that damn smirk of his. The urge to kiss him was overwhelming and it was slowly taking over your body. You felt yourself moving towards him slightly without even realising it. You were a mindless moth circling towards the flame of temptation.
Geto noticed your lips parting and his eyebrows shot up slightly; this was clearly an opening for him to make the first move. Without hesitation, he lowered his head and his lips met yours in a hot, frenzied kiss. You felt that electric spark again and all those feelings came back all at once. Your body trembled as your lips felt swollen with want and your breath came in shorter breaths. You felt weak in that moment but you didn’t want to pull away. It felt all too good.
As if a switch flicked off in your head, you bit onto his lip and pushed your tongue in his mouth. Geto's breath caught in his throat as he groaned and pulled you closer to him, letting out a faint gasp at the feeling of your lips and tongue against his.
He kissed you passionately and his tongue met yours, exploring every inch of your mouth as if he couldn't get enough. You could see from the way his hands were pressed against your shoulders that he was trying to avoid being too rough with you but that only made you want him more.
"Sugu..." You whisper moaned, making sure not to catch the attention of the Uber driver.
He moved one of his hands from your shoulder so that he could trace your body, starting from your arm and working its way down to your thigh. The heat in that touch made your skin tingle with excitement and you could feel your breath coming in shorter, more erratic breaths.
You palmed his cock from his jeans earning you a soft grunt from him. He was completely caught off guard but in a good way, he wanted more. More.
Feeling a little bold, you silently unzip his jeans and slip your hand in his boxers, tugging it at slowly at first but building up the pace when you could see how desperate he was becoming. You smirk a little, which caused him to buck his hip and thrust into your grip.
“F-Fuck…” He breathed out, trying his best to keep quiet as not to rouse suspicion from the driver.
You quickly covered your lips with his and he kissed back hungrily whilst you continue stroking him, tugging, twisting, and making sure to keep to a steady rhythm. He moaned softly against your lips and pulled away, throwing his head back on his headrest. You watched as his face twisted into one of pleasure – his lips parted, cheeks flushed, eyebrows furrowed and eyes clenched shut. He let out a shaky sigh and tensed, softly spilling your name from his mouth.
Geto relaxed a little and caught his breath before looking over at you and smirking. You smirked back, pulling your fingers away and licking up the mess that he left behind.
“Fuck…” He groaned and sighed at the sight, you were an absolute temptress and you knew it. Neither of you spoke for a few minutes, you both just sat there enjoying the silent bliss.
“Are you okay?” He softly asked you in a low, husky voice.
You turned to him and his eyes were fixed on you. That single glance made you feel everything at once.
“Yeah, I think so. You?” There was so much you wanted to ask him but you didn’t know where to begin.
“I’m okay.” He turned away from you when he said this, almost like he didn’t want you to see a vulnerable side of him.
He couldn’t bear to see your reaction to him being so serious, especially not right now when he wanted to ignore it completely. He took a while to speak again.
“What happened back there?”
"I don't know, you tell me."
You said, sounding a little snarky. What? He deserved that. One minute he was kissing and eating you out in a bathroom stall and the next he acted like it meant nothing. Then he had the audacity to get into a heated argument with Sukuna all because he kissed you, all the while he had his own blonde wrapped around his arm. He was playing mind games with you and it confused the hell out of you.
You raised a fair point and he seemed aware of that. You saw him shift a little uncomfortably. He knew he was being selfish, expecting to play around with you while keeping it at an arm’s length so he wouldn’t have to deal with the repercussions later. He remained quiet for a moment, maybe trying to choose the right words to say.
“I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”
You let out a sarcastic chuckle and shook your head, "Friendship? Please. Do you get all off your friends off? Give me a break. The only reason why we hang out is because of Satoru, because you feel forced to hang out with your best friend's annoying little sister."
He looked like you’d just hit him with a bucket of cold water. Your words weren’t very nice, but it seemed like they hit their mark. You could see the hurt etched on his face but it was a pain he brought onto himself.
“Is that… is that really what you think? That I only hang out with you because I feel obligated to?”
"Do you know the amount of times you complain about me coming around to hang out with you guys? You're always complainin' about me being over."
“Right. But have you ever thought about why I tell you that?”
"No, please do enlighten me." Your words sound polite but your tone was anything but that, it was dripping with sarcasm.
He takes a deep breath and looks directly at you. He seems to be debating whether telling you would be a good idea or not, but he realises that he can’t keep you in the dark for much longer. He lets out a sigh and then nods.
“You’re right. I do find you insufferable at times when you tease the hell out of me but that’s not the entire reason why I complain. I complain because whenever you’re around, I just want to kiss you.”
Your eyes widened a little, a blush gracing your cheeks. He what now? So you weren't just his best friend's little sister?
"W-What?"
“I don’t know what it is about you that makes me lose control of everything I know. All of sudden I become a completely different person the second that I’m around you. I can’t explain it, but this is why I try to keep you at an arm’s length. I try to avoid you, not because I don’t like you, but because I’m afraid of what might happen if I see you too often.”
Your gaze softened a little as you took in what he was saying, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?”
“I think you know the answer to that. Besides, it’s not like I could have gone to Satoru and said ‘hey, I want to tell your sister that I find her attractive’. He would have kicked my ass on the spot and then I doubt I would have been able to see you again.”
He looks away for a split second and the silence seems to linger on for longer than it should. You can see that he is trying to come up with the right words to say but nothing seems to be coming to him. You can almost see the wheels turning in his mind the more he thinks about what he should say and how he should say it. He looked down with a pained expression on his face before he spoke again.
“I thought it was for the best to keep my feelings suppressed and to avoid you as much as possible but it’s only made me more attracted to you, it’s like an endless fucking cycle.”
"So... you're just attracted to me physically? Is that it?"
You asked cautiously, not sure how he would respond. Sure, he found you attractive and that was a win but the way you felt about him was more than attraction, you were in love with him. You just had to know. If you didn't ask now, you'd probably never get this moment again.
His face flushed a little and he couldn't hold your gaze. He stared down at the car ground for a few seconds, trying to get his words together. It almost as if he is unable to say it out loud, it’ll feel too real when he says it.
"I– fuck. I– we shouldn't be talking about this, Satoru would be pissed." He ran his hand desperately through his hair, looking torn.
"Who the fuck cares about Satoru! Just tell me, Suguru!"
You snapped a little, feeling tears sting the corners of your eyes. It's hard not to get frustrated when you're so close to hearing something close to a confession after you've been in love with him for years yet having it taken away from you because of your freaking brother.
And just like that your words seemed to snap something inside of him. He looked back at you with a wild look, looking like he was trying to stare you down and will his feelings into you.
"You want to know how I feel? Fine. I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you for fucking years now. I fuck countless of women because I fucking can't seem to get you out my head. I cycle through them, hoping that I'd fall for one of those women instead but I can't! You're all I ever think about and when you're nearby my brain short circuits – you're so fucking beautiful inside and out but I can't fucking have you. Every time I try to pull away, I only end up being drawn back to that damn spell you have on me."
He yelled a little, a tear or two falling down from his beautiful face causing butterflies to thrash inside your body. In all the years you’ve known Geto, you had never really seen him cry which made this moment even more bittersweet.
Your tears fell quickly down your cheeks as you soaked in all his words. The raw honesty in his words was enough to make you feel weak at the knees. It's like all your dreams were coming true at once. The look in the eyes, the raw emotion – god, you wanted to scoop him up and kiss him over and over again.
“I’m in love with you too… I have been for years now but you already knew that… right?”
He couldn't stand to watch you cry any longer. He reached out his hand and gently rubbed your tears away with his thumb, he couldn't help but want to comfort you after everything. Geto slowly leaned into you, closing the distance between you both. The world seemed to slow down a little as you both held each other, pecking your lips together over and over again as if to make up for all the lost time.
He pulled away and smiled softly at you causing you to smile back, he looked so beautiful that it made your stomach flip flop around. You felt like you were up in the clouds but that however was short lived when the car pulled up to their apartment.
You both looked at each other one last time, exchanging a soft look filled with all those emotions you had been keeping inside for so long. You didn't have to say a word to each other, you both just understood the feelings that you had for each other in that moment.
Now you just had to go in and pretend like you were just friends who hadn’t just confessed your love for each other. Great.
⊹˚. ♡ A/N: sorry i ended up making this chapter super fluffy OTL, the next one will be smutty lmao ;D tysm for all the sweet comments, it makes me want hurry faster with the updates (i realised that i wrote 12k words in less than 24 hours LMAO–) anyway, i'm also on ao3 (same username) if you find it easier to read on there <3
⊹˚. ♡ Part 1 Summary: You have always been in love with your brother’s best friend (who also happens to be his roommate) – does he even feel the same way or does he view you just as Gojo's little sister? It doesn’t matter because your brother made it very clear to him that you were off limits since you're his precious little sister… But were you really off limits?
You ruffled through your wardrobe, trying to find the perfect outfit. Sure, you had been to the club many times before but this would be the first time you were going to be going Geto. Gojo never allowed you to go with them, muttering something about you being a cockblock every time you asked to go with them.
Sure, you could never be with Geto but that didn’t mean you couldn’t dress up for him or maybe tease him a little.
You decided on a tight fitting black dress and black choker, opting for some smoky make up. Perfect. Now all you had to do was head to the club where Utahime said she’d meet you.
You spotted her in almost an instance and made a direct beeline to the bar of the club to down a couple of shots together. You could text your brother but you decided to text Geto instead, feeling giddy at the prospect of him seeing you like this:
‘We’re here. Are you guys here yet?’
You laughed, when Utahime talked about her latest disastrous date. Sipping on your drink, huddling towards her to ward off unwanted stares from men you was not interested in.
Geto, Gojo, Sukuna and Nanami finally made it to the club. It was packed. He hadn’t expected it to be so full of people but they made their way to the bar to get their drinks, with Gojo and Sukuna going directly to the booth they reserved. Geto looked back and forth throughout the crowd trying to find you. But all things considered, you were easy to spot. In his eyes, you were by far the hottest one in the crowd. And the other men knew it, too.
You felt a hand on your lower back causing you to turn around quickly, ready to glare at whoever touched you there, only to come face to face with Geto and Nanami. Your heart fluttered a little when you felt his touch, but you tried not to let it show on your face. He looked delicious.
“Oh you guys made it!”
Geto looked you once over, savouring the sight of you in that dress. It was tight and fit you so perfectly. Goodness… he hated thinking this right now, but he wanted nothing but to pull you over to one side and fuck you senseless. Your makeup was perfect too, he wanted to ruin it by shoving his cock down your throat. He swallowed lightly, hoping you didn’t catch on.
“Took longer than we expected. But here we are.”
You gave him a flirty smile, which didn’t go unnoticed by Nanami as he raised his brows and looked at Geto and to you curiously. He was always perceptive so it was hardly a surprise that he felt something brewing between you. You looked over to Nanami who had started picking up the drinks from the bar.
"Hey Nanami."
Nanami nodded his head and greeted you. But when he was done, his eyes wandered back to the crowd, ignoring you for now.
Geto, on the other hand, kept eyeing you. The sight of you made him weak in the knees. You looked so good. He didn’t even realise he had been staring at you when he spoke next.
“You clean up well.”
You grinned and tilted your head, exposing your bare neck to him, "Thanks Suguru. You're looking not so bad yourself.”
Utahime snickered by your side and nudged your waist playfully. She was one of the few people who were fully aware of your crush on Geto so she took every moment she could to tease you about it.
Geto’s eyes widened as you exposed your neck to him. He loved when you did that. It was just so… tempting and the feeling of wanting to sink his teeth into it was all he could think about. Marking you as his to ward off all the annoying men. But instead, he managed to regain his composure before he leaned his head towards you and spoke with that same sly grin.
“I’m sure those guys over there would love to take a bite out of you too. Be careful now.”
You were a little taken aback by that comment since he rarely ever said things like this. But then again, you hadn't really been around him when they were drinking and like you, he did have a little bit to drink at this point already. Feeling a bit bold, you placed a hand softly on his bicep, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"If they try, you'll save me right, Sugu?"
His muscles flexed under your grip. His breath hitched as soon as he felt your touch. You were way too tempting and all it took was a few drinks to make him lose focus, which was something he hated about himself. You were playing with fire right now. Or maybe, this was what you wanted? Either way, he needed to reel it in or you’d both be in deep trouble.
“Of course I would, kid.”
You sighed and took your hand off his biceps. Of course he just viewed you as his buddy’s little sister no matter how grown you were.
Nanami motioned for you, Utahime and Suguru to follow him to the booth that they had reserved in advance.
Geto followed you three to the booth with no hesitation, his eyes ran across you one last time, trying to burn the image into his memory for later. He spent a lot of his nights thinking about your curves and pretty face as he touched himself.
You needed to stay away from Geto if you wanted to make sure you didn't do anything that jeopardised his friendship with Gojo. Or at the very least not make it it awkward between you both since he did seem very much not into you in that way apparently. It was hard to tell, he had been giving you a lot of mixed signals today.
You reached the booth and waved awkwardly at Sukuna and then grinned to your brother who were already at the table talking about something. Probably women. Nanami pushed past you to sit next to Gojo, making you sigh. You didn't want to go sit next to Sukuna since you barely knew him but you squished through the table gap to go sit next to him anyway.
Sukuna was one of your brother's and Geto's attractive friend, you never got the change to hang out with him. Whenever you were in the same room, Gojo would usher you away, saying something about how Sukuna was too horny for his own good and didn't want him to hit on you because he was most certain that he would.
Utahime smirked a little at you and went to sit next to Nanami instead of you. That traitor! You watch as Geto awkward sits next to you, keeping a safe distance. You've sat next to him many times before but the energy tonight felt different, he was acting weird and awkward, which made you feel slightly awkward.
Brushing it off, you look at Sukuna, flashing him a smile. At least he was attractive, maybe he could be your lay tonight? Anything to get Geto off your mind.
"Hey Sukuna, we've seen each other around briefly but I never really got a chance to introduce myself.”
Sukuna looked at you and you could tell he had had a few drinks too but still he carried himself with a certain level of danger. You were almost shocked he even remembered your name. Though the energy was awkward, you still felt attracted to him in a way. Not in a lovey dovey, flirty, crush way that you felt for Geto but in more of a “oh if he touched me right now, I’d definitely feel something” kind of way.
“Of course, Satoru’s cute lil sis, right?”
You blushed a little causing Gojo to thwack Sukuna around the head playfully, "Back off man, she's my little sister. No funny business you horny fuck."
Gojo’s protective behaviour was always annoying but this time, Geto wasn’t going to complain about it. He didn’t enjoy the fact that another guy was making you blush. Especially when he knew exactly what kind of things Sukuna had in mind. Sukuna was always quite the flirt towards anyone he talked to, but him being that way with you… just made his blood boil. He shot a look at him, warning him not to say or do anything else. Sukuna didn’t seem bothered at all by that, if anything it egged him on.
“Relax man, I’m only joking. Although… can’t say I don’t see the appeal. She’s kinda hot.”
You felt your cheeks grow redder at Sukuna's comment and looked down immediately, fumbling with your drink instead of meeting his gaze.
"T-Thanks, I guess."
Geto watched you blush and it was making him feel so damn jealous. Your cheeks were so cute when they were red like that and he was getting annoyed at the fact that he wasn’t the reason why they were that way. He didn’t know how to react at the moment, so he just looked at Sukuna, shooting him a menacing glare, letting him know that you were off limits. Sukuna just raised his eyebrows at him still smirking, not backing down at all. Geto would’ve choked him if he could.
The night went on and you were all having a good time. Your cheeks were a deep shade of red and you laughed loudly at every single thing that came out of your new and old friends' mouths. Even Nanami had loosened up and he was making a couple of jokes himself. You also lost count of how many times Sukuna teased or flirted with you throughout the night. He occasionally rested his hand on your bare thigh.
Geto had a random blonde clinging onto his arm, whining for his attention. But all Geto could think about is how he hated watching you flirting with Sukuna, he hated how carefree you were being with him. He hated the fact that you had no issue letting Sukuna touch you.
"Let's go dance!" Utahime giggled and stumbled out of the booth only to be caught by your brother, who gave her one of his flashy trademark grins.
You grinned and got up, dragging Sukuna with you after Geto's random blonde dragged him off to the dance floor. Sure, you should be feeling jealous but you were too carefree right now to care and focused on having a good time instead. It’s not like you could control the situation, so might as well have fun.
You and Sukuna danced to the loud beat coming through the speakers. You were so carefree as you grabbed his hand and pulled him towards you, grinding against him and leaning your head back. He was so tall that when you did that, your body was pressed against his chest. You just needed to get your mind off Geto, that’s all …right?
It was impossible for Geto to not be completely distracted by the sight of you grinding up against Sukuna. It was like it happened in slow motion, as if someone had hit the pause button on everything and slowed everything down. His eyes were locked onto the two of you, his throat tight, his mind racing at the thought of what you two were doing. It pissed him off but he knew he had no right to drag you away or scold you.
You gasped and let out a soft moan when Sukuna leaned down to whisper something dirty in your ear before kiss your neck, still dancing against you.
Geto’s head snapped up and his eyes narrowed as he watched you both. He hadn’t even thought you and Sukuna would actually get this comfortable. The thought of another guy kissing your neck triggered something inside of him. It made him feel jealous and also… something else. Was… it possessiveness?
Your eyes met Geto's and your breath hitched immediately at the way he was looking at you. He looked pissed but that wasn't the only thing you picked up on. He was looking at you hungrily, like he needed to push you against the wall and have his way with you. You excused yourself from Sukuna, giving him a quick smile and told him you needed to go to the restroom.
You looked back at him one more time, you had never seen that look from him before. A look of pure lust. He wanted you. He wanted you bad. You needed to clear your head as soon as possible before you said or did something that would change everything forever and with Geto watching you like that, it was almost impossible. Pushing through the dance floor, you made your way to the corridor of the restrooms.
Why the hell did he even care about you dancing with another guy? He shouldn’t have cared at all. You were just his best buddy’s annoying sister…right? He noticed you push through the crowd and followed close behind, partly to keep you safe but partly because he couldn’t take it anymore. He needed you. Fuck all the years where he held back, fuck it.
Before he could stop himself, his hands closed around your waist. He dragged you into one of the stalls and locked it. He brought you close to his body so that you had no choice but to be up against him and he breathed on your neck, whispering your name softly. You closed your eyes, your heart hammering in your chest. Was this really happening? After all these years? Does this mean he felt the same way?
So many questions plagued your head but it all disappeared when he trapped you against the wall of the stall. Your breath hitched as you looked up at him through your thick eyelashes, he was a good foot taller than you so he craned his neck a little down, bringing his lips close to yours.
"S-Suguru?" You breathed out, blushing a deep shade of red.
“Shut up.”
He looked at you with so much desire and need that it was suffocating. His body was pushing against yours now as he tilted his head, his breath hot in your neck.
“You don’t know what you do to me so just... shut up before I do something I’ll regret.”
“Sugu–”
With one hand still on your waist and the other gently on your neck, "I've had enough of watching you flirt with Sukuna. You like it when he kissed your neck?”
You opened your mouth but nothing came out, you were too flustered to say anything, let alone process the situation that you were in. It felt like you sobered up all in one instant and you were responding to his touch, his words.
He lowered his head in response and his lips grazed the nape of your neck, sending your body to shiver uncontrollably.
“Answer me.”
"I-I don't know...”
“Well you sure weren’t trying to stop him when he was all over you.”
You felt a little annoyed at his mixed signals all night, “W-Why should I stop him? And why do you care? I'm just your best friend's little sister.”
His grip tightened and his mouth traced the edge of your neck, causing you to roll your eyes to the back of your head. The kiss on your neck sent shivers throughout your body and for a moment, you thought you would go up in flames – purely from how hot you were suddenly feeling. You gasped and pressed your face into his chest, feeling him wrap his arms around your body. It felt good, better than good.
“You’re more than just that. Fuck I can’t take it anymore. You’re mine. I can’t stand the fact that someone else’s hands were all over you. I want it to be my hands touching you that way.”
You let out a little moan, feeling hot and bothered at his words and the lips on your neck but you still managed to croak out, "I'm not yours.”
“Yeah? You’re going to have to try really hard to convince me otherwise. In fact, I'm going to show the world that you're mine.”
He ran his lips down your neck, leaving a trail of fresh hickies in the process, greedily lapping at the areas to soothe the sting it no doubt brought you when he bit down gently on your neck.
"S-Suguru!" You moaned softly, gripping his soft hair and clenching your eyes shut.
You could feel the hunger in his lips and his grip had become so intense that you were certain that your neck was going to be covered in love bites by the end of the night. You loved the idea of him claiming you as he ran his hands up and down your body to squeeze your ass a little. You had never felt this hot for someone like this before. You couldn’t even speak right now because of how aroused you were feeling.
He looked into your eyes and then your lips briefly, as if he was going through an internal debate in his head. He had already crossed the best friend's sister boundary but should he really take it any further than he already has?
You looked at him lustfully and pulled him down by his shirt, smashing your lips together.
The moment your lips touched his, all of the pent up heat from all night, the intense lust you had been feeling finally gave way and you threw yourself at him. You were absolutely desperate to feel him against you and to feel all of him. No longer caring about where you both were or who would find you. He kissed back hungrily, letting his hands roam all over your body.
Your tongue danced with his and you were both so immersed in the kiss that you didn't even notice when his hands slid up your thighs, finding their way under your skirt. He looked at you as if asking for permission and you nodded enthusiastically. His fingers traced the outline of your clothed pussy, causing him to groan softly.
"Fuck, you're so wet already."
He slipped his fingers in your panties and teased them around your clit, taking his sweet time, making sure not to touch you there just yet. You gripped his hair and begged him to touch you, you were going insane. You needed his fingers in you. His long slender fingers that you had spent many evenings fantasising about.
“Beg.” Was all he said, smirking down at you.
You wanted to wipe that smirk off his face but you were too desperate to feel his touch to care about doing that, “Please Suguru…touch me, please…”
"Aw, isn't that cute? You begging like that?" he teased as his middle finger slowly pushed inside you. You gasped, surprised at how good it felt.
"You like that, don't you? You’re such a dirty girl."
“Y-Yes, feels s’good Sugu…” You let out a loud moan, grinding your hips against his finger.
"Tell me you want more," he ordered, slowly moving his finger in and out of you.
“Want more…please!”
Your dirty talk and desperation only fuelled his passion, and the sight of you begging for more made his cock throb in his pants but he wanted this to be about your pleasure. He increased the pace and added another finger, stretching you further.
“You think Sukuna can ever touch you like this, baby?”
You were feeling too much pleasure to even register what he was saying, your tongue hung out as you panted softly.
"That's right, look at you so fucked out on just my fingers alone to answer. Nobody can compare to me, understand?" he chuckled, his voice deep and husky.
He continued to thrust his fingers in and out of you, hitting all the right spots.
"You're mine now, aren't you?"
“Y-yes Suguru! Please!” You moaned desperately as he added another finger whilst kissing your neck.
You heard some people come into the bathroom, causing you to clench around his fingers.
“Shh princess, you don’t want people to know you’re getting finger fucked in the stall do you now?”
With a smirk, Suguru leaned down and captured your mouth in a rough, demanding kiss. His fingers pumped faster inside you, reaching for that sweet spot that would send you over the edge.
"That’s it, you’re my pretty little slut, yeah?" he whispered against your lips.
You felt that coil building inside you about to snap, just a little more… But Geto had other plans. He simply pulled his fingers out of you, causing you to protest in a sweet whimper. You waited for the men to leave the bathroom before yelling at him cutely.
“Suguru please!”
"Not yet."
He chuckled, his voice low and dangerous. With one swift motion, Suguru grabbed your legs and lifted them up onto his shoulders, exposing yourself completely to him.
“Wanna taste what’s mine first.”
You felt a bit shy at the fact that called you his and the fact that your pussy was right in his face, but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he just looked more turned on.
"Mmm, so fucking sweet."
Geto murmured, his tongue darting out to trace the sensitive folds of your pussy. He teased you mercilessly, flicking and licking every sensitive spot he could find.
“F-Fuck…!” Was all you could say as you held onto his hair for dear life.
"That's right, princess. Let it all out." he encouraged, lapping up your sweetness with eager strokes of his tongue. His fingers played with your clit, sending waves of pleasure through you.
“Feels so good Sugu, please I-let me cum!”
You humped yourself on his tongue, desperate for release. His mouth was so skilled and you found yourself nearing your release very quickly.
"Look how slutty you are grinding on my tongue like that." he whispered against your pussy before his tongue delved deeper and faster.
"Cum for me baby.” He commanded, his fingers never stopping their rhythm on your clit.
"F-Fuck Suguru!"
He brought you over the edge with a skilful flick of his tongue. Your body shook against the wall as you came, your orgasm sending pleasure coursing through every inch of your body.
"Good fucking girl."
You felt your legs give away slightly from the force of the orgasm. You were panting and had your eyes closed, processing the pleasure and the fact that you had just been ate out by your long term crush and your brother’s best friend.
"Don't worry, I got you princess." He smirked a little as he stood up and held you against his chest, gently caressing your hair and planting a soft kiss on your lips and then your forehead.
You were about to say something but stopped when you heard Gojo’s and Nanami’s voices outside.
“Have you seen Suguru or my sister anywhere? I can’t seem to find them.”
”No, the last time I saw her she was dancing with Sukuna.” Nanami added flatly.
“That bastard! I told him to stay away from her!”
You felt Geto tense a little against you. Yeah, Gojo was referring to Sukuna but he couldn’t help but feel like the shoe fit for him.
You heard the bathroom door open and close, letting you know that they had left and Geto looked down at you softly. Looking up at him, you finally open your mouth.
“What now?”
-> next chapter
⊹˚. ♡ A/N: I LIED, I ENDED UP WRITING AND UPDATING THE SAME DAY LRGOIEWFI- LMAO anyway hope you enjoyed! will update again soon x
⊹˚. ♡ Summary: You have always been in love with your brother’s best friend (who also happens to be his roommate) – does he even feel the same way or does he view you just as Gojo's little sister? It doesn’t matter because your brother made it very clear to him that you were off limits since you're his precious little sister… But were you really off limits?
⊹˚. ♡ Content: 18+ only, MDNI – fem!reader, eventual smut, brother's best friend trope, this will be a multi-chapter series!
⊹˚. ♡ Word count: 2.8k
Geto leaned back on the sofa and let out a loud yawn, “Why are you here all the time? Don’t you have your own place?”
You grinned a little. It’s true, you did have you own place but you were always at your brother’s place, which just so happened to be Geto’s place.
“What? I’m just here to spend some quality time with my brother, what’s it to you?”
Okay, you were really only there for your long term crush, Geto but you couldn’t tell him that. Besides, with you constantly bickering like actual siblings, you were pretty sure that he only viewed you as his buddy’s little sister. Nothing more. At least he never really gave you any reason to think that he liked you more than that.
He rolled his eyes playfully, “You’re annoying as hell. You need to get a boyfriend asap so that you stop dropping by so often.”
“Satoru, Suguru is being mean again.” You clung onto Gojo, whining to him.
You weren’t a spoiled little sister, but it was funny to get Gojo to tell him off, even if he often just feigned anger at him. It was your little thing. You would rile Geto up, Geto would say something mean (playfully of course), and then you’d snitch to your brother. Then you’d all just sit there and laugh.
“Cut it out Suguru, don’t bully my precious lil’ sis.” He said flatly but grinned at Geto, shaking his head at both your antics.
Geto sighed, idly flicking through the TV channels. Why was there nothing interesting on? He couldn’t handle having to pretend like he didn’t have the hots for his buddy’s little sister – being around you was pure torture.
“Just don’t get in my way or annoy me when you’re here or you’ll regret it.”
“Oo you gonna spank me, Suguru?”
You burst out laughing, causing Gojo to fake vomit at the thought of his little sister and best friend getting it on
Geto’s eyes narrowed as he lunged for you, a look of feigned rage on his perfectly sculpted face. But all he does is grab you by the waist and lift you up, as if you were an annoying rag doll.
“You little shit! I’ll just throw you in the trash where you belong!”
You doubled in laughter in a mocking way, “Oh no, I’m so scared!”
Geto shook his as he kept you in in his grasp but couldn’t keep a straight face for much longer. Soon enough, he broke down laughing with you. Gojo grinned at the two and went back to scrolling on his phone. This was the norm after all, the touching didn’t bother him much since you play fought with Geto all the time, for years. For years. Sigh.
Your phone rang, disrupting your laughter, “Hey? Oh, Utahime….Yeah? A date? I don’t know, I’ll get back to you on that?” You glanced briefly at Geto who looked a little tense but seemed sucked into whatever was on the TV.
Tapping the ‘end call’ button, you leaned back on the sofa in silence.
Gojo perked up from your side curious as to who you were being set up with (because he’s your nosy, over protective brother) “Oh? Someone wants to date you? Who is it?”
You shrugged slightly, not wanting to make it into a big deal, “That was Utahime, saying something about how she wanted to set me up on a blind date.”
“And you said yes?” Geto asked flatly, still looking at the screen as if he wasn’t really interested.
“I mean, it’s been a while since I’ve gotten laid so maybe.”
Geto did a double take, his eyes narrowing slightly but only slightly – he was careful not to show the jealousy he felt of you potentially going out on a random blind date. He couldn’t.
“A while since you’ve what, now?”
You snickered, an amused smirk gracing your perfect plush lips, “Been to pound town. Got railed. Had sex.”
Gojo let out a fake shrill scream, looking horrified, “As your brother I don’t wanna hear about your sex life.”
You could have sworn Geto blushed a little but he quickly covered it up with a bored expression, “Is that all you think about?”
Grinning from ear to ear, you tucked your hair behind your ears, “C’mon you guys go on dates all the time to fuck, how is this different? Just learning from my role models.”
He looked a little surprised, staying quiet for a bit as if he was choosing the right words to say. Tell me not to go. Come on, anything. Tell me you need me.
“Just… make sure you’re safe.”
Your heart sank a little. Of course. What else did you expect. There’s no way he sees you as anything other than Satoru’s little sister. You felt a little sad but you forced a grin like you always did.
“Yes mum, I’ll use protection.”
Gojo gagged and got up, walking towards his room, “Alright, I can’t take this anymore. I’m gonna’ go take a nap.”
You and Geto both looked at each other for a silent moment and burst out laughing, it was so funny getting under Gojo’s skin. Whenever you wanted some alone time with Geto, you’d just be crass so that your brother gets disgusted and leaves you alone with him, unable to handle any words coming out of your mouth. You were ‘ruining sex’ for him (his words).
Geto shifted a little in his seat, now painfully aware of the fact that you and his were alone in the living room. “Why are you so… open about your sexual experiences?”
You shrugged, not seeing the issue. It’s not like you talking like this was a new development, you didn’t know why he was acting awkward about it but shook it off.
“Why not?”
“I thought women like to keep things like that a secret… especially from other men.”
You thought about it for a moment. True. Some did, some didn’t. Maybe it was weird to be sharing this with someone who you practically grew up with.
“You’re not just other men though.”
He looked a little surprised and then his gaze softened slightly, which caught you off guard – he had never looked at you like that in all the years you’ve known him.
You grinned a little, “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?” He asked, as if he hadn’t been looking at you like you were the most precious thing to ever walk into his life.
“Nothin’ must just be my imagination.” There was a brief, comfortable silence as you took in his features, “What about you?”
“What about me?”
“Ya know? Dating. You went on that date with that brunette haired chick the other day, right? How’d it go?”
He looked away for a second, but then looked back at you. You’d known about a few of the dates he’d been going on with various women. And it wasn’t even like he liked these women, part of him was hoping that if he dated enough of them, he’d eventually feel something for them.
“I mean, she was cute. The date was nice enough. She was just a little clingy when she wanted to see me again after we, you know.”
“Suguru, you’re such a dog, you sleep with them and then don’t call them huh?” You shook your head in disapproval, trying not to seem hurt by the fact that he was sleeping with all of these random women.
He chuckled a little, ”What’s with the judgement all of a sudden? We’re both adults here. I’m just enjoying myself.”
“Not judging. You’re just like Satoru, you guys are really two peas in a pod.” You chuckled too, to keep it lighthearted.
“You really think I’m like Satoru?” He sounded a little offended that you had just said that.
“Hmm, big bro is a proud player, I don’t think you try to be one but you do cycle through a lot of women.”
Geto huffs, turning away from you and crossing his arms in the process as if he was offended. The way he saw it, it was his business how many people he slept with. But you were right, it was true that he tended to cycle through women. Maybe you had a point…
“Whatever. I’m just living it up, like any guy should be.”
You grinned, a grin that made his heart wrench - he was so in love with you but because you were his best friend’s younger sister, you was off limits. “Sure, if that brings your joy.”
Geto looked back over at you. The way you spoke to him with that soft, teasing look on your face made his heart sink. He was beginning to wonder if maybe his dating was just to fill the void that was inside of him. Maybe he needed to find someone he could connect with on a deeper level. He wanted that person to be you, but he knew you couldn’t be. Satoru would kill him if he got within five feet of his little sister like that. He shivered at the thought.
“Like you’re any better…”
You chuckled and feigned hurt, “I don’t cycle through that many guys you know.”
“Are you sure about that? I’ve heard some pretty interesting rumors about you.”
You let out a hearty laugh as you leaned back on the couch, “Pray do tell, what are these rumours Sugu?”
His heart fluttered whenever you called him that, it’s wrong of him to want you so much but he couldn’t help it. How was he supposed to think of something witty to say when you were making him feel warm and fuzzy inside?
“Oh, you know. Some people have been talking about all of the hot dates you’ve been on. A bit of a flirt. That kind of thing.”
“Mhm…” You grinned cheekily at him, “And how is that any different from you?”
Geto grimaced, looking away. You weren’t wrong really. He was just as promiscuous as you. The only way he was different was that he had zero interest in actually having a deep connection with the women he dated. It was just about the sex, the physical aspect of relationships. A temporary distraction.
“Besides, at least I try to get to know the guy… it’s not my fault it doesn’t work out.” You sighed, staring off into space.
He looked over at you again, curiously scanning your face. His stomach dropped when he saw the look in your eyes, he almost felt guilty. He knew that you had a thing for him for years now but he pretended to be oblivious as to not mess with the dynamics of the friendship. Plus he couldn’t risk losing his best friend, Satoru was just too important to him. You deserved to find someone you could connect with in that way, but he never planned on being that person to you.
Feeling his gaze on you, you look back to him and smile slightly but the smile just doesn’t reach your eyes. He felt an urge to reach out and hold your face. He wanted to caress your cheeks, tell you that he loved you and that he wanted to be that person for you. To kiss you. To hold you. But he didn’t, of course.
Instead, he just smiled back at you, “Maybe you just need to date different kinds of guys then…”
“Hm. Maybe.”
But you knew that wasn’t going to work, since the once you desperately craved and wanted was him. You ached to be with him, be in his arms… no one could ever give you butterflies the same way he does.
Geto can sense it. How badly you wanted him. His breath hitched and the smile that once adorned his beautiful face faded. A flicker of pain crossed his face, as this feeling of not being able to be with you and the realisation that you would always be forever out of his reach hurt like hell.
You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out. You sat there with your lips parted, staring into his eyes so lovingly, that they did all the talking. All the words you didn’t dare to utter out loud, your eyes said them for you.
His heart beat a few extra times as he stared into your eyes, looking just as deeply into them as you were. He didn’t need any words, he just knew what was running through your head and his heart wrenched for a second time that evening.
Gojo yawned from the door frame of the living room and trudged towards them, “Damn, that was a good nap. What’d I miss?”
Geto broke eye contact with you immediately, feeling as though he had been caught. His eyes darted towards Gojo and he just shrugged his shoulders.
“Nothing much, just the little one being a menace.”
You faked grin and stared at Gojo, it hurt you whenever he referred to you as ‘little one’ or ‘kid’, “Nothing. We were just talking about how Suguru cycles through women like you.”
Geto rolled his eyes at you, “Shut up.”
Gojo laughed as he plopped down next to Geto, “Hey, ain’t nothing wrong with that, aren’t I right Suguru?” He lazily flung his arm around his shoulder, flashing him a grin.
“Right.”
You shook your head, wrinkling your nose in fake disgust, “The least you can do is not be pigs about it – ghosting women you slept with, really? I swear you guys are the worst.”
“If we’re the worst, I gotta know who the best is.” Geto retorted, eyeing you up a little.
“Me, obviously.” You grinned, your eyes gleaming from the banter.
This time, you really did make him really laugh. Your cockiness wasn’t that bad, actually. He found that it was sometimes even endearing.
“You? The best? What’s so great about you?”
“What’s not great about me?” You puffed out your chest proudly, causing Geto flick your forehead with his fingers. “Hey!”
“Well… your personality kind of sucks.”
He smirked a little, the one you loved so much that it haunted your dreams. Oh, if things could just stay light and playful so that you can stay the hell away from those deep emotions that were threatening to bubble up out of you, that'd be great.
You stuck out your tongue playfully, “Hater.”
Gojo piped up from Geto side after typing on his phone, “Suguru, you ready to hit Sukuna’s for predrinks? Nanami is coming too.”
Geto groaned and sighed a little. Maybe one of these days, he would get to stay in this room and spend the evening with you, alone. But today was not that day. He sighed again and nodded his head.
“Yeah, fine… guess I’m ready. Just need to throw on a shirt.”
He would have rather stayed here with just you and Gojo, but he couldn’t deny that the pre drinks before club hopping would be fun too, especially since he needed to get you out of his head. Or fuck you out of his system. Not with you, of course. As fucked up as it sounded, he’d often approach women who reminded him of you height, frame, and hair colour wise in the club and would pretend that it was you when he was taking them from behind.
You took this opportunity to try your luck in going with them, “Hey! I wanna come!”
Gojo immediately shook his head sternly, “No way. I’m not taking my little sister to a place full of horny guys for pre drinks, let alone the club.”
Geto groaned quietly and rolled his eyes, feeling sympathy for you. It sucked that Gojo was so protective over you to the point where you never got to experience the things they did together. He had been to dozens of clubs filled with drunken, rowdy people and it couldn’t have been that bad, right?
“Come on… she’s an adult! What’s the harm? We’ll just keep an eye on her.”
“Satoru! I’m literally 25, why can’t you just let me tag along…” You jutted your bottom lip out and gave him puppy dog eyes, “Please?”
Geto couldn’t suppress a soft smile and felt himself melt just a little, seeing you like this.
Gojo thought about it for a bit and sighed, “You’re not coming to the pre drinks at Sukuna’s, just come directly to the club and bring Utahime or one of the other girls along. No buts. Take it or leave it.”
As much as you wanted to go out with them all night, this would have to be sufficient for now.
You nodded enthusiastically before scrunching your nose at the reflection in the blank TV screen. “Deal! I still need to get ready anyway so this works out well, I’ll text the girls!”
Gojo nodded and flung his arm around Geto, “Alright, we’re heading out to Sukuna’s now. Text me or Suguru when you guys get to the club ‘kay?”
next chapter ->
⊹˚. ♡ A/N: This is going to be a multi-chapter fanfic, which will have smut (the next chapter will be smutty so ;D) will most likely update it tomorrow
⊹˚. ♡ Author's note: opening jjk requests, drop them in the comments below c: (also toji??? i'd let him ruin me anyday–)
Toji is her neighbour who she has had one conversation with in her life (the day she moved in). He has been causing havoc with the beeline of women brought over every night, keeping her up with the dull creaking sounds of his bed and moans of various women throughout the week.
Today she decided to confront him. She pounded her knuckles against his door annoyed at the fact that she hadn’t been able to sleep yet again last night.
"We've never formally met, I'm your neighbour. Mind keeping the fucking noise down?" She narrowed her eyes and leaned against his doorframe
Toji looked at her for a moment, his eyebrow twitching. This chick has nerve. Toji stares her down, his lip curling into a smirk.
"And why should I? It's my place, I do whatever I want in here."
"Right, I don't care what you do in your house, I just ask that you keep the noise down at night. Some of us have to work in the mornings." Her lips curled down in distaste, this man was starting to get on her last nerve. Toji smirked and folded his arms across his his chest, arms bulging with all the muscle.
"I pay rent for this apartment and I'll do whatever I want. Don't like it? Move."
She stared at him a bit irritated, though she was a good foot shorter than him, he didn't intimidate her at all. "Ass." She said, voice laced with anger, hair swaying furiously as she walked off.
"Doll face!" He called out to her.
She glanced back at him, not turning around fully, a menacing glare on her face, "Huh?”
He smirked.
"I couldn't help but notice you have a nice... figure. How would you like to spend the night with me? Maybe you’ll learn to stop being so uptight." He says, his voice oozing with confidence.
"In your dreams, asshole." She turned back around and slammed the door of her apartment shut. They had lived in opposite apartments in the building for the past year and a half, but she barely saw him since he was pretty much a night owl, just partying or sleeping with women during unholy hours of the night.
She really didn't care for his smooth words. He thought he was hot and her rejecting his flirting like that made her more attractive to him. He walked over to her door, pounding on it with his fist.
"Hey, babydoll! Why don't you open the door and let me in for a second?" He was speaking in a condescending tone as if they had a close relationship.
She ignored him, typing away at her laptop. There's no way she was going to humour him after how crass he was to her.
Toji knocked on the door twice more.
"C’mon, honey, don't be like that." He says in that same condescending tone, making sure to raise his voice so he can be heard. He wanted the whole building to know just how badly he wanted her.
She ran to her door embarrassed at what the rest of the building would think, the last thing she wanted to do was be a nuisance to her neighbours. Opening the door, she spoke in a hushed but annoyed tone, "What the hell do you want?"
"Oh, aren't you just a doll?" He says, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "That ass of yours must have ya drowning in guys, can't get enough of their attention, can ya?"
She shot him an incredulous look, what was this guy's problem? She made sure to keep quiet when she had late night 'visitors' over unlike him, if anything she was the model neighbour,
"Not that it's any of your business..." She smirked and stepped a little closer to him in a intimidating manner and whispered, "...but I'm not some attention starved whore like you."
Toji's eyes widened in surprise at her boldness. No one had ever talked to him like this before. Most women melted under his charming gaze, and the ones that didn't, he was typically able to manipulate with his words.
"Oh, you've got mouth on you, don't ya?" Toji laughs, taking a step closer to her. She could feel his hot breath as he spoke to her in a condescending tone.
She tiptoed to whisper in his ear, "Too bad you'll never know what that mouth will be like on you."
Within a flash, she slammed the door shut in his face. The rest of the evening was uneventful, thankfully Toji didn't come to bother her again (for now). She was doing her chores around the house since it was a Saturday tomorrow and wanted to get the house prepped for a relaxing weekend.
After a glass or two of wine she stripped down to her satin pyjamas, ready to slip into bed. It was 3 AM and she felt sleepy – everything was all good and dandy until she heard a woman moaning and bed creaking come from across the building,
"A-ahhh T-Toji....yes!" the voice whined, clearly in pure bliss but she wasn't having any of it.
The noise across the hall was all too familiar. Those sounds of ecstasy, of pleasure... she knew he was at it again with some random woman. She wasn't about to let this keep her up, but she wasn't going to let him get away so easily.
She had it. She was done. She walked to her door and started banging on Toji's apartment door. This was unacceptable. She yelled angrily into the air, "Shut up!"
She could hear Toji laugh from his apartment after hearing the banging on the door. He gets up from his bed, not bothering to put any clothes on and stumbled over to the door, cracking it a little open to smirk at her.
"Did you come over to join, doll face?"
He gave her an once over, she was dressed in incredibly revealing satin pyjamas and her face was cute as always, even if she was seething.
"As if I'd do something as stupid as that. Tell your "visitor" to keep it down. It's 3 fucking AM asshole! People are trying to sleep!"
"She's not a visitor, babydoll... she's a regular." Toji smirks at her, taking a long drink from some sort of bottle. "Why don't you tell her yourself?"
He opens the door a little more to let her see his 'regular' and the full image of what was happening.
And in an instant, she was blushing like she had never done before. The woman had her mouth latched onto the side of his neck, but that's not why she was blushing. No. She was blushing because when she looked down, she realised that he was in fact wearing nothing. He stood naked and proud, undoubtedly because he had an irresistible physique and an... impressive–
"You've got a lot of nerve, you know that?" Toji asked her with a smirk. "You call me an ass and an attention starved whore, and then you come over here at 3 AM to complain about my noise. Meanwhile, you're looking at me like I'm your own personal wet dream."
"S-Shut up...! I…j-just keep it down!" She had to tear her eyes from him and stormed off into her apartment, her heart hammering out her chest. What the hell was that?! Why was she so flustered and attracted to him?! She placed her hand on her chest to steady her unruly heart.
Toji smirked once more as he watched her leave. "Aww, doll face." He calls out to her. "Where are you going? I can fix that anger problem for you. You look like you need a good fucking."
The next few weeks went by extremely fast and before she knew it, it was another weekend again. She did everything in her power to avoid her cocky neighbour. Whenever she left her apartment, she would hear his apartment door opening, causing her to sprint to the elevator and closing it shut as soon as she could.
He went from never being seen to having multiple near run ins with her. In hindsight, it was like he was making an active effort to run into her and she didn't like how it made her feel one bit. She considered herself to be a confident and strong woman who has had her fair share of intimate partners but for some reason, the image of him standing in his naked glory had her all hot, bothered and needy.
Today however, wasn't like those other days. As per usual, she looked through her peephole to make sure that he wasn't out there and when the coast was clear, she made a bolt for the elevators... but fate had other plans in store. Just as the elevator doors began to slide shut behind her, she heard hurried footsteps echoing down the hallway. Before she could react, a hand thrust itself into the narrowing gap, halting the doors' closure. With a sinking feeling, she looked up to find herself face-to-face with the very person she had been trying so hard to avoid – her arrogant neighbour, his trademark smirk firmly in place as he stepped into the elevator
She could already feel his eyes undressing her so openly. What is it with him today? Every time she looks at him, she could feel her heart racing and her body trembling. He was just so attractive, and he knew it...
"Going somewhere, dollface?" Toji smirks, leaning right up against her as they stand in the tiny elevator. He was taller than her, so she has to crane her neck to look up at him.
"None of your business." She made sure to squish herself against the corner that's most furthest away from him, constantly spamming the elevator button to hurry it to the ground floor.
She screamed and fell on top of him when the elevator came to a screeching halt. He grumbled as he lay on the floor with her straddling him...to make things worse, she decided to wear a skirt today. There's no way the elevator just had to malfunction right now and force her ass first on his groin?!
His lips curl into a sly grin as she lands on his lap. Their faces are inches away from each other, her legs wrapped around him, her skirt riding up, giving him a mouthwatering view of her thighs as she's straddling him in the provocative position. He reaches for her hips and holds her tightly in place to prevent her from getting up.
"You've been avoiding me and now look, you're practically handed to me on a silver platter."
He's grinning from ear to ear as she struggled to get free, her ass grinding against his groin. She must really believe that she has control over the situation by the look on her face as she's trying so frantically to make them both stand up. He can't help but continue to hold her in place, his fingers wrapping firmly around her hips. Her face heated up at the realisation of something hard stirring against her thigh.
"W-what is that...?"
She doesn't know why she asked, it's obvious what it was but for some reason she needed verbal confirmation.
He lets out a quiet chuckle as he sees the look on her face. She's embarrassed... and easy to tease.
"What do you think it is?" Toji asks her in response to her question, looking her in the eyes and smirking. His eyes travel up her thighs until they reach her face again.
He leans in close and whispers into her ear, "It grows bigger and harder I look at you, doll face, so stay right where you are."
She felt her whole face heat up at his words, such dirty dirty words but for some reason she savoured them all. He was driving her insane but she loved the way he was looking at her so hungrily, not that she would ever openly admit it to him.
"S-Shut up...!"
"Look at you, struggling to get free like that. Such a tease, sweetheart."
He smirks again and leans in closer. His hand slides up her thigh, slipping under her skirt to grip her thighs tightly, just to let her know that he could move her any way he wants to.
"Do you know how badly I want to rip this skirt off you?”
Toji couldn't help but chuckle at her blush. She was so easy to tease, it was almost too good. He could feel his arousal growing by the second, his fingers gripping her thighs tighter.
She couldn’t say much, or at least she tried to but nothing but a soft moan came out. Toji's lips curved into a sinister smirk as he savoured her awkwardness. He loved seeing her squirm under his gaze, her body betraying her attempts to remain composed. Feeling her obvious lust for him come through, he decided to gently brush his fingers against her panties.
“My, my. Someone is a little slut isn’t she? Look how wet you are, all just from me getting hard.”
She gasped but she couldn’t deny how hot it was being degraded like this, especially when it came from someone as attractive as Toji. A once strong willed and confident woman, putty in his hands. She blushed sweetly and instinctively ground her hips against his fingers.
“M-more…”
Toji's eyebrows shot up in surprise at her request. He had expected her to protest or try to get free, not beg for more. But here she was, willing and begging for him to touch her and it turned him on even more. He pushed her panties to the side, briefly dipping his finger into her wetness only to use it as a lube to circle her clit.
“Such a dirty little girl begging for me to touch you.”
She threw her head back a little and ground her hips faster, moaning as he touched her.
Toji smirked as he saw the effect he was having on her. He continued to circle her clit, adding two fingers in her knowing that he had complete control over her body. The feeling of power was exhilarating and made him even harder. She was clearly enjoying riding his fingers, fucking them to the pace she liked. As much as he enjoyed watching her face and eagerness, he pulled his fingers out of her and smirked lazily.
“H-hey…” She sounded disappointed, her eyelids heavy from the lust she felt towards him.
Toji couldn't help but chuckle at her response. She was addicted to his touch and didn't even realise it. He loved the way she looked at him, pleading for more with those big, beautiful eyes. She had hoped it would be more satisfying for her but he was enjoying this too much to rush things.
“Don’t worry doll face, not gonna leave ya hanging. I’m just gonna have a little taste.”
Without a warning, he gripped her hips and sat her down on top of his face, kissing her inner thigh teasingly and flicking her clit occasionally with his tongue.
“Nnnnhh…” She writhed in his grip, wanting to feel more of his tongue on her.
Her reaction only fuelled his desire and he dove in headfirst, tongue darting in and out of her wet folds. He knew she was close, could feel it in the way she bucked against him and the sounds she made.
“Please! I…” She didn’t even know what on earth she was saying or what she was asking, all she knew was that the pleasure she was feeling was so intense that her brain was turning into mush.
"Not yet, doll face. You haven't paid the price for your rudeness yet. I wanna’ hear you use your pretty little voice to beg more." His voice was a low rumble, deep and almost threatening. She was so close but he wanted her to beg, to need him more than anything.
“Pl-please more! Please- wanna’ c-cum..!”
The sound of her pleading, her desperation, was music to his ears. He increased the pace and intensity of his tongue work, flicking her clit relentlessly as he sucked on her sensitive flesh. Toji let out a pleased chuckle as he felt her walls clench around his tongue and the sweet juices of her arousal flood his mouth with a loud moan.
“Good girl… now get on your knees for me.” He slapped her ass and watched as she obeyed his instructions, getting on her knees for him and looking at him with desire on her face.
"So eager to please…" he let out a deep, low growl as he watched her get on her knees for him. The sight of her submission and her desire for him, only fuelled his own lust. Toji smirked down at her, his eyes dark and lustful.
"That's it my little whore, open your mouth and stick out your tongue for me." he purred, reaching down to guide his thick cock to her waiting mouth.
"Good girl," he groaned, his voice dripping with approval as parted her lips eagerly, her tongue darting out to taste him. He could feel her desire radiating off of her as she took his head in her mouth, gently sucking on his tip. He gripped her hair roughly and slid his cock into her mouth with a hiss.
"That's it, take it all. My hard cock, my taste, everything you can get." His voice was thick with lust and command, his hips thrusting forward into her eager mouth.
Toji groaned in pleasure as she eagerly took his cock into her mouth, her throat muscles flexing to accommodate his size and length. He tightened his grip on her hair, pulling her head back and forth, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.
“Good fucking slut…that’s it, you looks so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”
He pulled her hair hard, pushing himself deeper into her willing mouth, his hips pumping hard and fast. He could feel the tension building within him, hearing the sounds of her gags as she took him deeper.
“Fuck I’m close… take it slut! All of it!”
He pushed her head into his cock and thrust a couple of times as he came down her throat with a moan of her name. She swallowed every single drop, opening her empty mouth to show that she swallowed all of it.
"That’s my good girl. I’m not finished with you yet." He growled, yanking her up by her wrist and pushed her against the elevator walls.
“I’m gonna’ fuck the attitude out of you and you’re going to take it, understood?”
She bit down on her lip and blushed, nodding not trusting herself to speak.
"Good," he smirked, his voice needy and husky. He reached up to cup her face, his thumb tracing over her lips as he leaned down to kiss her passionately. His hands wasted no time, ripping her shirt open only to realise that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Naughty little slut.” He mumbled against her lips and took in her nipple in his mouth, tugging at it gently with his teeth, eliciting a sweet moan from her.
Toji pulled back, grinning wickedly as he saw the desire in her eyes. He pressed his hard length against her wet folds, feeling her shudder with anticipation. Without warning, he thrust deep into her, filling her completely.
“F-Fuck!” She moaned, clinging onto his back, “T-Too big…!”
“Gonna’ make sure you don’t talk back to me ever again. Every time you see me, I want you to beg for me to fuck you.” Toji growled low in his throat, his eyes burning with lust as he watched her face contort in pleasure. He pulled out almost completely before slamming back in again, harder than before.
She let out a pleasure filled scream and dug her nails into his back, clenching her eyes shut.
Toji groaned, his hips pounding harder and faster, driving into her tightness with relentless force. He bit down on her neck, sucking at the delicate skin, as he lost himself in the sensation of claiming her body.
"Fuck, you like that? Who knew my uptight little neighbour was such a slut for my cock?" Toji growled, his hips slamming against hers in a brutal rhythm. He nipped at her earlobe briefly before whispering, "You belong to me now."
She moaned in response, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she clung on to him desperately.
He grinned, the corners of his mouth curling up in a wicked smirk. "That's it baby, just look pretty and take it." he spat as he plunged deeper into her wetness, hitting her sweet spot over and over again.
He bit down on her shoulder hard enough to leave a mark as he continued his rapid thrusts inside of her, taking her like he needed her to exist, “Pussy s’good, I wanna’ fuck it every day. Will you let me baby?”
She nodded her fucked out face looking at him briefly to see beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, “Y-Yes! Please…!”
"I'll fuck you whenever I want, and you'll love every second of it."
She nodded again, tears stinging the corners of her eyes as she felt immense pleasure from the way he moved in her. He growled in satisfaction, his hips pounding harder as he felt her tightness clenching around him.
"That's it, cry for me, beg me to fuck you harder."
She begged him over and over again, chanting his name like it was her life force.
He laughed breathlessly, “What’s the matter? No longer calling me an asshole now are ya? Did ya just need a good fucking, doll face?”
Toji felt her wrap her legs around him as he fucked her against the wall, feeling her close to her peak, he pounded into her faster, “You gonna’ come for me sweetheart?”
She nodded desperately. “Y-yes, feel s’goooood…!”
Toji growled in satisfaction as he felt her body tremble and convulse in orgasmic bliss. He continued to pound into her, relishing in her helpless moans and cries of pleasure.
"That's it, let go for me, princess."
She writhed against him as she unravelled, “T-Toji!”
He felt himself close to his own release, he chased her pleasure with his own, “Where do you want me to cum?” He asked panting and tucking her hair behind her ear
She whined, feeling overstimulated, “I-Inside me! P-please… needa’ feel you…”
“What a whore… feel my cum pouring into you, feel it fill you up. It's all for you my little slut.”
Toji groaned, his hips bucking wildly as he felt himself release inside her. He buried himself to the hilt and held still for a moment, savouring the feeling of their tangled bodies. His grip on her tightened as he growled out her name in satisfaction.
She panted and clung onto him as he pulled out of her and collapsed against her, his sweat-drenched skin sticking to hers. He pressed his forehead against hers and grinned.
"Will you stop complaining about the noise if I invite you over instead?”
“I’m not going to be one of your weekly conquests.”
“Don’t worry princess, I’ll make sure it’s just you I’m fucking.”
She grinned a little and leaned into kiss him, “Our neighbours are going to hate us.”
He chuckled, his breath hot against her lips. "Let them hate us. As long as you're mine, I don't give a damn what anyone else thinks."
He gave her a quick kiss, his eyes burning with desire. "Now, get dressed and come over to mine for a proper fucking.”
As their big date night approached, she found herself deep in the struggle of picking the perfect outfit. Clothes scattered all over her bed, she was stuck in a whirlwind of indecision. And just when the pressure was hitting its peak, a text popped up on her phone—none other than Zoro.
'Wear something sexy 😏'
A sudden blush warmed her cheeks, caught off guard by Zoro's straightforward message. What was he thinking? Ignoring the flutter in her stomach, she fired back a quick response, her fingers sliding over the keyboard.
'In your dreams! 😤'
The banter did nothing to calm her nerves; if anything, it merely added to them. What's if she wasn't good enough for him? Or what's if he thought she was unattractive in person? While she continued to dig through her wardrobe, Zoro's text lingered in her thoughts. Soon enough, she picked a dress that was the right balance of sexy and herself, the last thing she wanted to be is uncomfortable.
Zoro was more than slightly amused by the whole exchange so far. He didn't expect much of it considering he was half-joking when he sent the message but he wasn’t going to complain if she did decide to take his teasing seriously. He couldn’t lie, as confident as he normally was, a large part of him was extremely nervous to see her for the first time in person. He wasn’t worried about his look – in fact, he knew he was hot. That wasn’t his issue - no. He was more worried about not being able to smooth talk her like he did over video call, after all, he did so behind the comfort of his screen.
A deep exhale left her lips as she neared the City Centre station, her stomach doing a little backflip and cartwheel. Her erratic heartbeat echoed in her ears, a reminder that this moment was more than just a simple meet-up – this was possibly the start of something romantic, maybe. She grimaced at how close she was now...
Zoro on the other hand, had already arrived at the station a few minutes before - he wanted to make sure she could find him with no issues and no excuses.
The second he saw her arrive, the tension in his body started to rise, his heart beat faster and his breaths shallower. She was just as beautiful, if not more, in person as she was over video call. For a moment he was dumbstruck, but he snapped out of his trance as he noticed her face was flushed. Wanting to ease her obvious anxiousness, he shot her his million dollar smirk.
Her heart hammered on as their eyes met for the first time. Just as she had expected, he was extremely handsome – chiseled in all the right places and facial features absolutely beautiful. She felt her breath hitch at the way he smirked at her, in this moment, she wanted nothing more than to turn around and run back home but it was too late.
With a smirk still spread across his mouth, Zoro slowly got up and started approaching her. She couldn’t help but notice how tall he was, he had a lot of height on her. Zoro looked her in the eyes and gave her the same charming smirk that had her falling apart just a moment ago. His voice was a bit deeper than over video call, but not in an intimidating way. He was still the same confident and charming Zoro, it was just that he spoke in an even louder and more captivating way in person.
"Hey."
A flush of warmth spread across her cheeks, and she found herself stealing glances in every direction but his, unable to meet his eyes for some reason. "H-Hi..."
Zoro made a point to stand a little closer, he wanted his presence to be known and felt. He wasn’t trying to overwhelm her or rush her, he just wanted to make sure she was completely comfortable right next to him. Zoro looked away at the floor for a moment and then looked back. His voice was still smooth and calm.
"So... we have a reservation…”
He looked away feeling a little embarrassed, blushing a little and scratching the back of his head. Zoro wasn’t really one to do the whole fancy date thing, usually his idea of a date involved coming to his and boning but he wanted to make an effort with her because he actually liked her a lot. Like a lot. More than he’d like to admit.
She chuckled, feeling a little less tense after seeing Zoro blush, clearly feeling shy or embarrassed for a second.
"Are you blushing?"
Zoro felt like a complete idiot and he wasn’t sure what to say as a response to her chuckle. He felt that rush of heat creeping up his cheeks as he felt his nerves shoot up a bit. He laughed off her question.
"Maybe. What if I am? It’s hot here, I mean look at you."
Aaaaand he was back. His signature smirk was back as he eyed her up and down cheekily, she was wearing a jacket so it’s not like he could see much but he wanted to let her know with just his eyes that he liked what he was seeing so far. She blushed and followed him to the restaurant, keeping a good distance between them.
He opened the door for her and held her gaze for a moment, smirk still on his face. She thanked him meekly as the waiter ushered them to their table, it was in the back corner… away from most of the other diners. Zoro pulled out her chair and she thanked him again, taking her jacket off in the process. She was wearing a green, lowcut knee length dress along with a simple necklace that elevated her whole look.
Zoro couldn’t help but notice how perfectly the dress fit the shape of her body, emphasising her curves in the right way. The necklace was delicate and yet beautiful against her neck, highlighting her natural beauty.
It was hard for him to divert his attention elsewhere, he found himself wanting to stare a little. He snapped himself out of it though and sat down, making himself comfortable, but not before letting out a low whistle in process.
"You look hot."
She blushed, giving him a soft smile and scanned his outfit – truth be told, he was the one who looked hot. He was wearing a black tight fitting long sleeve muscle shirt, which showed off his muscular physique.
"You're one to talk."
She was too adorable, the way she blushed just made him want to eat her up. Zoro gave her a playful smile as he looked her up and down, making sure she knew he meant every word. He raised an eyebrow and smirked, leaning back in his seat as he stretched and let out another a low sound of approval.
"How are you hotter in person?”
"S-shut up, stop teasing me now." She spluttered, not knowing how to take his compliments. Knowing Zoro, he was just playing it up to get a reaction out of her.
Zoro laughed again, she was too easy to get a rise out of. But, to be fair, he was only teasing because he thought she was adorable. He leaned across the table towards her.
"You're so cute when you're all flustered, you know?"
She pouted, her blush still very much on her face. They chatted and laughed as they ate their food, causing her to ease up a bit and be her cheeky self around him.
–
As the bill came, Zoro insisted that he was paying for the whole bill when she pulled out her card to pay for her food. Something about how he wanted to do this right and how someone as beautiful of her shouldn’t have to trouble herself with things like this.
She chuckled a little and held her hands out in front of her, "Fine, fine.”
"Are we grabbing dessert too?"
He shot her a smirk, his mind in the gutter. "Yeah if you're on the menu?”
She heard a gasp coming from the waiter, feeling shy and somewhat embarrassed, she quickly pulled her jacket on and stood up from the table.
Zoro couldn’t help but laugh. He knew he should probably tone it down, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t help himself. He got up as well, wrapping his arm around her waist as they walked out into the night. “You’re not going anywhere.”
She squealed and continued to blush deeper, feeling his touch against her properly for the first time.
He smirked again, he couldn’t help but like the fact that she was so easy to tease and get flustered. Her reactions were so cute, he couldn’t stop himself from teasing her. He chuckled to himself and looked out to his car, her waist still in his grasp.
“What are you looking for?”
“My car.”
“Huh you drove here?”
“Yeah.”
“So why were you waiting by the station?”
“Cos’ it’s easy to find – you ask too many damn questions.” He poked her forehead gently and grinned as he got in his car. “C’mon.”
“Where are we going? You know that I shared my location with my friends right?” she joked, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she got in the passenger side.
He let out a hearty laugh and put his seatbelt on before talking, “I wanna show you something.”
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He turned his engine off and went to her side to open the door for her, “Here.”
She stood up and smiled at him, taking his hand. She couldn’t deny the fact that his warmness was comforting and made her feel safe, even though they had just met in person. His grip wasn’t tight but it was firm, she could feel the strength in his fingers.
“What did you want to show me?”
Zoro smiled knowingly at her as he pulled her closer to him. “Close your eyes and don’t say a word until I tell you otherwise.”
"Okay... but I will scream if you try anything funny." She warned jokingly, closing her eyes and smiling.
“Yeah, yeah.” He laughed and took a few steps, placing his hand around her waist and started to lead her somewhere else. All she felt was the warmth of his hands on all of the right places and a little bit of the cool air as it hit her face.
They walked for quite a bit but Zoro finally stopped, “You can open your eyes now."
"Woah..." Before her was the view of the whole city, she had never seen such a breathtaking view before. The sky was dark enough to see stars up in the sky but was also illuminated by the lights from the skyscrapers.
Her reaction was everything he hoped it would be. Zoro couldn’t help but smile, she looked as beautiful as the whole city. He let go of her waist and pulled her in close, wrapping his arms around her in a way that she could feel his warm breath against her neck. He whispered a few words in her ear.
"Do you want to know a secret?"
She blushed a little at how close he was to her now and nodded, "Y-yeah...?”
"I fell for you before I even knew what you looked like.”
His voice went all husky and hoarse as it trailed near, all she could feel was the heat from his breath on her skin.
She felt her breath hitch and her heart hammer once again in her chest as she heard him confess to her, she had felt the same way after all.
"I...It's the same for me too." She whispered sheepishly, she wasn't one to confess her feelings but here she was, telling him exactly how she felt.
Zoro's lips parted slightly, he was not expecting this at all. He didn't expect it to be this easy or for her to reciprocate so fast. A grin broke out on his face as he cupped her face with his hand. She looked up at him and smiled softly, it's crazy to think that they were here, all because of an online game that they decided to play at the same time one day.
He lowered his head and pressed his lips gently against hers, as if to test the waters a bit. When she didn’t pull away, he deepened the kiss, giving her all of his passion. The kiss felt right and natural, as if it was meant to happen.
When they pulled apart, they remained locked in each others eyes, both of them looking at each other and basking in the moment, Zoro’s hand was still cupping her face, he didn’t want to let her go.
“You’re fucking beautiful. I’m really glad I decided to play that stupid online game.”
They stayed like this for a little while, just taking in the moment. When Zoro finally decided to let go of her face, he pulled her in close against his chest and wrapped his arms around her waist.
“I’m really glad too…”
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hope you enjoyed part 2! special thanks to those who commented asking for a part 2 c: (p.s. i didn't proofread this OTL so pls ignore any mistakes!)
hehe bc Ace was telling me to get over my thirst for Zoro before his birthday
Portgas D. Ace x F!reader (with a sliver of Roronoa Zoro)
Content warning: smut, jealous boyfriend, AU
Word count: 2.6k
^^feat. my most favorite gifs as of late 👅
Fuck that stupid guy out of your system.
That’s what your boyfriend had been wanting to do ever since he noticed you throwing intent, perhaps wanting, looks at his younger brother’s friend.
It had been a week since you went home with Ace for the holidays. Having been dating for five years now, you were naturally blending in your boyfriend’s get together with friends, family reunions, random night-outs, and whatnot. You knew each one of his peers and kins so meeting different groups of people day after day was a total breeze for you.
Was there anyone you hadn’t met? Your boyfriend would snicker at you, amused and getting giddy by the fact that you had gotten so immersed in his life that the only thing missing was that one ring on your finger to make things legally official.
Ace’s amusement was short-lived though when his brother Luffy decided to throw a small house party with his own friends one day.
Belonging to the same age group, you and Luffy were actually the first ones to become friends back in middle school. While you didn’t get really close back then, you both knew and somehow became friends with the same people. Hence, it came as no surprise when you were squealing like a maniac seeing familiar faces among Luffy’s party guests. The red-head Nami, long-nose Usopp, and the cute as a button Chopper were the ones you took the longest time greeting and squeezing so tight. Your freckled boyfriend, together with their other brother Sabo, was just drinking his beer by the kitchen counter, happily watching your reunion with your middle/high school peers.
However, Ace’s keen observation skills just couldn’t miss a very interesting shift in your demeanor when a certain tall green-haired cold-looking guy entered the living room.
“Zoro! You came!” Luffy was quick to run and cling to the new-comer like a monkey. While obviously caught off guard, the guy’s clenched jaw and stoic stance loosened up and he somehow managed to smile as he gave Ace’s little brother a pat on the back.
Everyone else of Luffy’s friends greeted the guy with either a hug or a fist bump or a friendly insult after he was released from the rubber boy’s tight grip.
Everyone else but you.
Ace raised his eyebrow at how you remained standing awkwardly by the staircase while all your friends were flocking towards the guy. Instead, you were fake-dusting the Christmas ornaments clinging on the handrail as if they suddenly needed urgent cleaning.
Elbowing his blonde brother beside him, Ace had surely gotten curious about the moss head.
“That’s Zoro, top swordsman from their school’s kendo team,” Sabo told him. “He was one of Luffy’s oldest friends, from the Roronoa samurai clan that jiji used to tell us, don’t you remember?”
Your boyfriend just shrugged. He couldn’t care less about green head’s history as Luffy’s friend or even his family background because what struck him the most was your apparent shyness and awkwardness around the guy.
Was he an old flame? Nah, you would’ve told him if he was.
Perhaps an ex-friend whom you had yet to patch things up with? Ace was dying to know.
Dressed in a black button down and regular jeans and still wearing his signature earrings, you couldn’t help but freeze at the sight of your teenage crush — the ‘love of your life’ as you used to call him from the age thirteen until eighteen.
He was here. In the flesh, within arms reach, after seven long years.
You had long gotten over your crush on the guy but you just could not deny the effect that he apparently still had on you. You couldn’t blame yourself though; he was a potential lover that slipped through your fingers, leaving you with so many what-ifs and what-could’ve-beens.
Hands getting clammy and heart beating weirdly fast, you were quick to take your eyes off him before he had the chance to catch your gaze. Among your friends, no one knew about your infatuation towards Zoro. Most importantly, no one knew about that one steamy night you shared with the jock back in college when he attended freshman year in the same university as you.
The two of you were victims of the usual seven minutes in heaven at a random house party. Being acquaintances from high school, you expected nothing explicit to happen but to your surprise, the tipsy moss head shamelessly kissed you on the lips, saying that he had been wanting to do that since forever. Although perplexed by his words, you chose not to probe and just reciprocated the kiss, turning it into a full makeout session — his hands caressing your face and squeezing your boobs, lips moving south to suck on your neck and shoulder blades. The seven-minute time limit did not hinder Zoro from resuming his sexual advances as he was quick to drag you into an empty bedroom that night where he immediately lowered down his jeans and boxers while you got on your knees to gladly suck him off; where he took off your shorts and panties as you opened your legs to have your cunt willingly assaulted by the ‘love of your life’ despite being an inexperienced teen.
Long story short, your first time was with none other than the grumpy swordsman who was currently standing just a few feet away from you. In your boyfriend’s childhood home no less.
Somewhere on the other side of the room, Ace’s eyebrows were now furrowed with all the side glances you had been making towards your ex-crush. Your boyfriend’s sharp eyes could not miss the sight of you biting your lip while nonchalantly checking out the other guy who was trapped in a conversation about engineering with Usopp and Franky.
Ace was never the jealous type but seeing your eyes linger on Zoro was just making his blood boil for unknown reasons. It also did not help that he caught the guy throwing you an equally intent look when it was your turn to peel your gaze away from him.
What’s the fucking deal between you two?
Your ever patient boyfriend was trying his best to stop himself from marching towards you and just claim you right in front of your friends and slap that marimo with the reality that you only belong to him. Sabo was sure he was seeing steam puff out of his brother’s ear from this unprecedented jealousy.
Perhaps it was Ace’s gut telling him there’s something more hidden behind the mutual gazing, and even the lack thereof, between you and Zoro. Your actions were driving him crazy and the freckled face vowed to get it out of you tonight, one way or another.
And it’s as if it’s Ace’s lucky night when you ended up hammered in his bed after Nami’s crazy drinking game. He didn’t have to ask as you voluntarily shared — more like ranted about — your past feelings for Zoro to your boyfriend, going as detailed as the first time you laid your eyes on who used to be a cute lanky guy up to how he broke your heart by ghosting you after fucking your brains out at that party.
Ace’s ears perked up from the words that rolled off your alcohol-fueled tongue, bile rising in his throat as he consumed that new information.
He was right; something really happened between you and his brother’s friend.
As you drunkenly rambled on about the him, Ace decided to let it go for now and talk to you instead when you’re sober. Sighing, your boyfriend cuddled you to his naked chest, scratching your back to slowly get your blabbing mouth to sleep.
Little did he know, he would soon be awakened by the same talking mouth. All for the wrong reasons.
—
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” His gruff masculine voice was singing melodies to your ears as he continued thrusting in and out you from behind.
Your cunt was throbbing the whole time from both pain and pleasure and it only made him plunge into you harder and deeper until you were moaning and writhing uncontrollably.
He turned you over, your walls still tightly clamped on his dick as he captured your lips in a hungry kiss, the cold sensation from his earrings on your cheek sending shivers down your spine.
He continued drilling you hard and you could feel his bulbous tip hitting the right spot inside you, making you squeal against his mouth. “I’m close.”
It took him about three more thrusts before completely pulling out of you and bringing down his mouth towards your still throbbing center, his tongue collecting the premature juices that had lathered around your folds.
You grabbed on to his green messy hair as soon as you felt him wrap his lips around your clit, his long fingers finding their way inside your gummy walls.
“R-right there…”
“…Zo-Zoro.”
“Ah!”
You were jolted awake by your own squeal when you felt something — or someone — nibble you hard on your sensitive skin down below. You winced as you felt your temple throb from the sudden movement, silently cursing Nami for getting you so drunk last night.
Still disoriented, you propped yourself up on one elbow and curiously looked down only to be met by your boyfriend’s dark orbs piercing daggers right at your heavy-lidded pair.
It was then you realized the current setting you were in, completely knocking off your sleepiness and disregarding your hangover as your eyes went wide.
As if mirroring the final frame of your wet dream, your boyfriend’s face was currently buried in between your wide open thighs, happily lapping up your throbbing creamy folds. One of your hands had been grasping onto his raven locks all this time while he licked you like a kitten – just like how you were gripping the marimo head in fantasy land a while ago.
How he got you naked from waist down without you waking up was puzzling.
Was it your boyfriend who prompted that naughty dream?
Too bad though he got cheated on in his beloved girlfriend’s fantasy.
Nevertheless, it didn’t take long for Ace to pry your puffy lips open with his fingers as he stiffened the tip of his tongue to poke at your entrance. You could also feel him purposely grazing his growing stubble against your sensitive skin, tickling your inner thighs.
“Hmm…” You were supposed to utter your boyfriend’s name but were only able to let out a whimper from the sensation he caused. You instead grabbed onto his hair a bit harder, pushing his face more into you.
No words were exchanged between the two of you as you allowed the shallow dips of his tongue in your pulsating core. The wet sound of your gooey cunt meeting the raven’s mouth together with his occasional slurps filled the room, urging you to grind yourself wantonly on your pretty boy's freckled face.
Ace knew you’d be coming in just a few more licks so he wrapped his lips one last time on your clit before releasing it with a pop. He crawled up to meet your pleading face and pecked your lips.
“Hey, baby,” you lazily greeted the raven head while wiping the residue of your juices off his chin.
Instead of responding, Ace pulled your shirt up to take it off you and latched his wet lips immediately on to a nipple as soon as you’re completely naked. You bit your lower lip as you raked your fingers through his scalp, enjoying the way he’s sucking your breasts like a hungry infant.
One of your hands reached below to squeeze his clothed hard cock, not wasting time to pull down his boxers to stroke his shaft raw. Grunting against your bosom, Ace was quick to swat your hand away and pinned it with the other above your head as he rubbed his member along your folds.
“P-please, baby,” you moaned against his ear while grinding your cunt against his pole, desperate for internal contact. “I need you.”
He only grumbled in response against your neck as his throbbing head poked at your entrance.
With his lips moving back to your face, you expected him to kiss you again but what came next had completely caught you by surprise.
“So tell me.” Ace’s voice was stern as he slowly pushed his tip in. “Was he better than me?”
“Mmm…” You could feel your entrance stretching wide to accommodate his size, but your focus instantly shifted to his cryptic question. “W-what?”
“Was he bigger?” Smirking, he pushed a few more inches of him in you while gently tucking strands of your hair behind your ear. “Did he make you come with his tongue like I always do?”
“A-Ace, I…” You softly mewled as he completely bottomed out. The confusion still lingered but you were too deliciously full to entertain your thoughts at the moment.
“Ace?” He scoffed, enunciating his one syllable name as he questioned you, his smirk growing. “I thought it was that Zoro who’s fucking you.”
Your heart skipped a beat. How the fuck?
As if mocking you, Ace pecked your lips before moving in and out of your tight cunt. You wanted to moan like you always did with his first thrusts but for some reason, nothing would come out of your open mouth.
“Don’t be shy now, it’s not like you were hiding this from me, right? You were even moaning that idiot’s name a while ago.” He taunted you more in between grunts, the movement of his hips not faltering.
“W-what?” It came out like a squeal as you felt his thick cock hit a familiar spot inside you, making your toes curl.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?” He groaned as he gradually slowed down with his thrusts.
“N-no, he’s just—“
“Just what?” Although no plans of pulling out, he stopped moving for the time being, eyes intently boring into your now glossy ones. “Just the guy whose name you’d rather be moaning?”
His words were like venom that seeped through your chest, you had to blink your eyes rapidly to prevent the tears from building up.
“Oh, wait! He was just the love of your life that you still couldn’t get over with.”
“B-baby, no.” Voice breaking, you brought your hand to cup his freckled cheek, swallowing the lump in your throat before continuing. “H-he’s in the past. I swear I don’t have feelings for him anymore.”
“Right,” Ace snickered. “But you were so ready to come with the image of him fucking you.”
He didn’t let you answer this time as he resumed his movements, pulling out his cock almost completely before slamming back into you. He pushed your knees up to your chest as he thrusted angrily in and out of you fast — his balls hitting your ass cheeks while your creaming cunt producing lewd sounds from the contact.
“F-fuck, Ace!” Squeezing his bicep, you cried as your walls clenched hard around him, signaling your impending release.
“That’s right, baby. You’re mine.” He seethed while bringing his digits to flick and rub your sensitive flesh as he buried his face into your neck, inhaling your intoxicating scent. “Only my dick can make you come like this.”
And right on cue, waves of pleasure rippled through your body, making you arch your back while attempting to clench your thighs shut.
With a few grunts and erratic pelvic thrusts, Ace followed suit. But not without groaning one more time against your ear as he collapsed on top of you.
“And I’m the only one allowed to come inside you… not that fucking marimo.”
Catching your breath, you wrapped your arms around your jealous man, running your fingers through his now damp medium-length hair.
“Only you, my love,” you whispered against his ear as you felt your fluids trickling down your butt cheeks. “I promise. No one but you.”
characters: bodyguard!zoro roronoa x bratty fem!reader (he's your bodyguard)
hate sex, degrading, light choking, mild angst with happy ending | smut | 18+ only – MDNI
word count: 4.8k
She lifted her gaze from her phone, scowling at the sound of someone clearing their throat. Standing before her was her bodyguard – a tall, muscular man with strikingly handsome features, almost like he was sculpted by the gods. His cropped green hair framed his sharp eye, and his snug-fitting black shirt showcased his well-built physique, exuding an air of both strength and professionalism.
"Hey Mr. Roronoa." She quickly fake smiled – she hated having to do that especially when she was annoyed but she had a reputation to maintain. Sure, the man had been her personal bodyguard for the past year or so, but she even had to put up a facade around him. He pissed her off so much and it was clear that she pissed him off but he was great at his job and it didn’t hurt that he was very easy on her eyes.
The green haired man looked her up and down, his eye narrowed. His gaze met with her scowl, feeling an ever so tiny smirk form on his lips but he wiped it away in an instant before she could process it. Despite his distaste for spoilt celebrities, the generous paychecks kept him in the business.
“Miss.”
"Let’s go, I’m drained. I need to get home and decompress." She huffed and started walking.
“Hm.” He replied simply, he took note of her attitude but chose to ignore it.
His footsteps followed close to hers as she walked. When she stopped, he did too. When she took her first step, so did he. He was at her every move – something, despite all the time they spent together, she was still not used to.
"You don't have to be so hot on my heels." She quirked her eyebrows and shot him a distasteful look.
“Hm, your safety is my main priority, Miss.” His voice was monotone, eye fixed on every corner around her, carefully scanning their surroundings. He had no intention of slacking behind or walking ahead of her, and he made sure she followed too.
His muscles flexed underneath his black shirt, and his height was quite intimidating. When he looked at her she felt like she was nothing more than a mouse compared to his towering size.
"Still not much of a talker, are you?" She carried on walking with her sunglasses disguise, it was only a matter of time before someone recognised her and flooded her, asking for pictures or autographs.
“I only talk if it’s mandatory.”
He didn’t want to be here, he was only here for the insane amounts of money he was paid for such a simple escort. His eye kept on scanning, and his footsteps remained the same, no intention of slowing down or walking ahead of her.
"It's mandatory now." Her eyes rolled in a display of exasperation, but a fake smile plastered her face as her real personality peeked through for a second.
He was onto her and she knew it. He saw right through her most of the time and it pissed her off. To the outer world, she was cheery and bubbly, but in reality, she was just a cynical brat who found keeping the act up exhausting. Nevertheless, she wasn't going to let him see her real side. A very small smirk grew to his lips at her exasperation.
"Is that so?" His voice was still monotone, his steps matching hers.
His gaze drifted, landing on hers momentarily. It felt as if sparks had ignited between them, he shrugged it off quicker than he thought that… after all, he couldn’t even stand her.
"Yes, just fill the silence.”
"Alright, how many of your fans know you’re a brat?”
His eye focused on her body as they walked, his smirk still present. He couldn't deny it, she was extremely attractive and had curves in all the right places. Zoro wasn’t one to indulge in his desires but today, he let himself enjoy the view. Her eyes widened for a split second, caught off guard by the question but being the true professional she was, she composed herself and flashed him another fake smile,
"What do you mean Mr. Roronoa? I'm no brat, how mean.”
“Let’s not kid each other, I see right through your little act.” There was a glint in his eye, he wasn’t falling for the whole nice girl act she was trying to sell him, he was around her long enough to pick up on all the subtle eye rolls and expression shifts.
“So, how many know? Or do you like playing the good girl when everyone is around?” Her presence pissed him off, he could feel his jaw clench automatically but he had to remind himself to not let her get to him.
"Maybe you've got me all wrong? Anyway, we're nearly at my house so you can just leave once I'm safely indoors."
She continued fake smiling and walked ahead of him, smile dropping when her face was out of his line of sight. He noticed it. He saw everything. How annoying. It seems that he was going to be a handful.
Just as she turned into her road she felt someone grab her wrist and yank her forward. The sudden grab of her wrist startled her, making her let out a shriek of surprise.
She looked up in horror only to find a strange man smiling creepily at her, "Y/N, I'm your biggest fan! Please marry me! You're the only one for me!"
Zoro reacted quickly to the situation, not a moment passed before he grabbed the man’s fingers that were wrapped around her wrist.
“Let go.” He spoke, his voice cold and unforgiving.
"W-who are you? She is mine!" The stranger babbled with fear in his eyes.
Zoro’s eye narrowed, he wasn’t going to give into this man’s tantrums. Not one bit. He had an insane level of self-control, even when he was tempted to snap this man's wrist, he still didn’t. He didn’t let his temper get that far.
“You heard me, let her go before I’m forced to take more drastic measures.”
The man screamed slightly with wide eyes, scrambling away after looking at the look on his face, "Y-you're a monster!”
A small smirk rose to his lips at the man’s words. It was a pleasant sight to watch the stranger scurry away.
“I’ve been called worse things than that.”
His attention shifted to her once again, she seemed stunned by his actions. No matter how many times the man protected her, each time was just as stunning. He did everything so gracefully, her heart hammered in her chest.
"H-he ran away just from one look..."
“You’d be surprised of what I’m capable of.” His voice was still monotone, but this time she could feel the slight edge to his tone. He turned to her and lightly grabbed her wrist to examine it.
“Are you alright? He didn’t hurt you in any way?”
"N-no... I'm just... just a little shaken up." She couldn't even hide how she really felt, it was definitely a scary experience, she was so glad he was there to save her.
"Thanks for saving me. Again.”
He continued to stare at her with his piercing gaze, it felt like he could look straight into her soul.
Her sudden thanks caught him off guard, he almost forgot how normal it was for people to thank and praise him. He didn’t feel much from it any more, it was simply a job that he was good at.
“It’s my duty.” He replied with a sharp tone, his grip on her wrist loosening.
Pulling her keys from her pocket, she unlocked her house cautiously. She was still on edge and didn't feel comfortable being left alone.
"Hey...I know your job is just to escort me to and from places but... do you think you could come in? I feel a bit uneasy being alone." She was normally okay on her own but today felt different.
A slight flicker of his eye met hers as she unlocked her house, they remained locked on hers as she spoke. It took him a moment to respond.
“Under one condition.”
“Okay.”
"You show me your real personality, no fake smiles or playing the part bullshit."
She knew he wasn’t playing any games with her this time. She may have seemed to be a kind hearted famous woman, but he saw through the fake smiles and knew that it was all a facade.
"This is the real me, but okay." She fake smiled at him once again and let him inside her house, making her way to the kitchen. "Do you want some tea or coffee?”
"Coffee, no sugar or milk." He replied, his eye following her every movement as she went to the kitchen. She was such an easy person to read, even when she tried to hide who she really was.
In a way he found it amusing how she tried to keep up this little act despite giving her real personality away. Zoro wasn't one to play games but he already decided then and there that he was going to make her break character. He hated that nasally high voice that she used around her fans, or the way she flashed them fake smiles. He had enough.
She nodded and started to brew them both a cup of coffee. "So Mr. Roronoa, how was your weekend?”
"Good. So how long are you going to keep up this fake attitude?" His voice was still monotone, he wasn't going to show her any genuine emotions. She could have the privilege of seeing that side of him but she had to earn it. He took a seat at her dining table, still watching her every move like a hawk.
She was starting to get pissed off but she forced another smile, setting down the coffee mug in front of him, "Like I said, this is my real personality."
Her face was smiling but if he was observant, he could hear the undertones of frustration in her sweet voice.
“Hmm, I think I’m starting to get a better picture from this little interaction.”
She really thought she could put up an act and keep it going in front of him, but no matter how hard she tried, he saw clear through it. He took a sip of the coffee, he didn’t even thank her, he was just looking at her with a condescending smirk.
"What do you mean?" the smile still on her face, as she took a sip from her coffee.
“You’re not as innocent as you try to make yourself out to be.” His voice was still monotone and from in the corner of his eye he saw the slight shift in her body language. He was getting to her.
“Your little act has run dry, I see right through it. I can tell that behind this innocent facade is a brat. Am I wrong?”
She clenched her jaw slightly, unclenching it quickly after reminding herself that she had to remain calm, "You're wrong.”
His smirk became more prominent at her answer, he was enjoying this a little too much. Her attempt to remain innocent was clearly no match for him.
“Oh is that so? Let's do an experiment then.”
"Go ahead." Irritation coursed through her veins as he skilfully prodded at her patience, in short, he knew how to push her buttons.
He looked at her, eye narrowing in thought. His gaze remained for what felt like a moment too long for her, but she didn't look away.
“I’ll do something and you will just have to keep your cool. If you fail, I will get a better idea of how you really react under stressful situations. Does that sound good?”
"Fine." She was determined to keep up her cheerful, innocent persona at all costs.
The corners of Zoro's muscles flexed slightly. His lips twisted into an amused smile as he watched her face. He set his coffee down and tilted his head slightly.
"I'm not going to sugarcoat anything I say and I will be as brutally blunt as possible. If you can't handle what I say then please tell me so I can stop, Miss."
"I already said fine didn't I?" She grinned through gritted teeth.
He raised an eyebrow at her words, she was trying her best to suppress her frustration, but it was so obvious that she was pissed off. He remained firm and unmoved, it seemed like he had complete control of himself, and this made her even more frustrated.
“Alright then, first off, you're not that attractive as everyone makes you out to be. I don’t see what all the hype is about.”
She felt herself get ticked off but wasn't going to let him win this and see her ugly side. "Okay.”
He smirked slightly, knowing that this was getting to her. She was struggling not to snap, holding her tongue as best as she could.
"You're also not the greatest singer either, your songs sound like they were written by a rat on a keyboard. And what's with your fake laughs when people make jokes? What's with the fake cheering and smiling when someone compliments you? You're just an entitled brat." He added on.
She bit her bottom lip to stop herself from yelling at him, he was bruising her ego and it was obvious. But she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing her real side.
He noticed her biting her lip, as the corners of his eyebrows raised upwards, and he smirked slightly. He was definitely getting under her skin, she was barely keeping it together. He didn't know how much longer she could keep it up.
"I could just tell by looking at you that you're spoiled, even your voice sounds so whiney and you speak in a condescending manner. The way you dress is also very unappealing, my Grandma dresses better than you."
That was the breaking point. She snapped, a surge of anger propelling her into action. With determined long strides, she closed the distance between them and sharply commanded, "Shut the hell up.”
Now he had her, he saw the moment her facade completely shattered and she finally lost her cool.
Zoro smirked and tilted his head slightly as if to mock her but he was honestly rather interested in her reaction. She was much more of a brat then he had originally thought.
Her sharp commands were met with his unmoving stare, showing no signs of fear or intimidation.
"What? Struck a nerve, Miss?"
She gripped his tight shirt and pulled him down to her face, "I said. Shut. The. Hell. Up.”
There was a moment of resistance when she grabbed his shirt, he refused to budge for a moment until she tugged at it sharply. His eye looked down at her angrily, the corners of his lips curled up into a sadistic smile. His stare intensified when she spoke. He stayed like this for a moment before he spoke sharply, his voice now just as cold.
"Make me."
She doesn't know what came over her, perhaps it was the intensity of the anger and attraction she felt towards him, but she pulled him in closer and crashed her lips harshly on his. Her sudden actions took him by surprise, he didn't think she would be this rash, but it wasn't unwanted, at least from him. When she crashed her lips against his, it wasn't soft and passionate, this kiss held a lot of force that made him feel like she wanted to scream at him.
It wasn't bad though, in fact, it was electric and Zoro took control quickly by wrapping his arms around her waist. His lips locked with hers, their tongues fighting for dominance in an aggressive but satisfying way.
–
“Hmmm, I guess you like it rough." he teased as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her even closer.
“Shut up and kiss me idiot.” She snapped and blushed a little as she felt his touch on her.
Zoro chuckled softly against her lips before complying, deepening their kiss once more. His hands roamed up her back, entwining in her hair as he took control of the passionate exchange.
He pulled away and gripped her hair softly, “Looks like you’re not he good girl your fans think you are.”
She gasped and furrowed her brows to snap a response at him but he moved his fingers teasingly on her inner thigh. “S-shut up…”
Zoro hummed softly in response, kissing her neck. He smirked to himself as he felt her body tremble with anticipation, "You're mine to order around now."
“Y-you wish!” She gripped his wrist and panted in need.
Laughing softly, Zoro leaned down to capture her lips once more, his free hand sliding down her thigh, teasingly close but not quite touching her clit. He continued their heated kiss, his tongue dancing with hers.
“I’m going to ruin you, understand? A brat like you, who pretends to be an angel to the outside world, needs to be punished.”
“Fuck you…” She spat out but she loved how he made her feel, “P-please…”
"Please what?" He asked, leaning in closer to her ear as he traced another path up her thigh with his fingertip. "Tell me what you want, brat.”
“Shut up and respect me!” She wouldn’t admit but she loved him treating her like a slut, degrading her whilst the rest of the world worshipped the ground she walked on.
“You want me to respect you? You think a fucking brat like you deserves my respect?" Zoro asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're a fucking mess, look at you craving the disrespect."
She felt her body heat up at his words, he was right, she wanted to be disrespected by him. “Y-you’re wrong!”
"Am I?" He smirked, his finger finally reaching her core, teasingly rubbing circles around her swollen, sensitive nub. "You're not fooling anyone, sweetheart. You're mine to break and make."
She bit back a moan and glared at him as he toyed with her body, it felt so good but she would never give him the satisfaction of knowing that. “You wish!”
“I don’t wish, I know that you are.” His hand snaked around her waist, pulling her body against his as he continued to tease her with his fingers. “Look at you, you’re so weak and pathetic, you love being a slut don’t you?.”
“Shut up and fuck me right now!” She moaned against his chest as he toyed skilfully with her clit.
"Is that an order or a plea?" He asked, chuckling softly into her ear before sliding his fingers inside her, finally giving her the release she'd been craving. "Dirty little whore."
“R-Roronoa!” She arched her back and cried out as she edged towards her climax.
"Zoro." He corrected her sternly, feeling her body shudder underneath him. "Cum for me." His fingers continued to work their magic, pushing her over the edge once more with his cock throbbing in response to her sweet moans.
“Nnnn…” She writhed around in his grip as he overstimulated her with his fingers.
He pulled his fingers out of her, licking them clean without breaking eye contact. “Get on your fucking knees slut. It’s time that I put you in your place.”
She slid down slowly, her eyes still fixated on his lustful ones. She hated him, he hated her yet the feeling that was brewing between right this instant was so foreign.
“Unzip me and suck my dick.” He commanded roughly, coldness in his tone.
Her hands reached for his zipper and pulled it down, breath shaky from the pleasure she felt before. Without missing a beat, she gripped his cock and pumped it slowly before taking it in her mouth.
“Yes, that's it." He groaned, his hands finding their way to her hair. "Suck it like the filthy brat you are."
She took him deeper in her mouth, slobbering on him. It seemed that the pace was too slow for him though, so he ended up gripping her hair tighter and fucking her mouth roughly.
"Fuck!" He growled, his hips bucking forward as he lost control. His cock throbbed in her mouth, her warmth and wetness driving him wild.
She felt tears well up in her eyes, as he slapped her cheek lightly – it felt so good. She wanted more and more. She was slowly becoming addicted to him.
Zoro watched her closely, the mix of pleasure and pain etched on her face. "That's it." he whispered, his voice hoarse. "You like it rough, don't you?" He pulled her off his cock, leaving her gasping for air. "Stand up."
She complied immediately and got up without a word, her once bratty mouth quiet and anticipating.
"Good girl." he praised, grabbing her hair again. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock at her tight entrance. "You're going to take every inch of me, aren't you?"
“S-shut up…” although she was a desperate, sloppy mess for him, she felt part of her ego and pride peak through. She wouldn’t back down without a fight.
“You’ve already lost." he spat angrily, slamming into her in one swift motion. Her gasp turned into a moan as he filled her up, claiming her body as his own. He started thrusting, his movements rough and demanding, her body moving with him. "Now take what you've been begging for, I'll fuck you till you're nothing but a sobbing mess."
She leaned her head against his chest as he fucked her standing up. He loved watching all of her expressions as he had his way with her, all these faces that he hadn’t seen before. But that wasn’t enough. He wanted more. Zoro pulled out of her, gripped her wrist and pulled her to her window only to push her against it. He wanted the whole world to see her getting fucked by him.
She gasped when she felt her breasts come into contact with the cool window, “W-what are you doing?!”
"I'm teaching you a lesson," he growled, slamming back into her. "You're a dirty little whore, and the world needs to know it. Let them watch as I pound into your needy cunt.”
She didn’t even care at the thought of anyone seeing her at this point, she was focused on the intense pleasure she was feeling as he skilfully thrusted into her, hitting the right spot over and over again.
His eye darkened with lust as he watched her face twist in pleasure. He loved seeing her like this, so open and vulnerable. Zoro slammed into her harder, grunting with the force of his thrusts. "That's it, brat. Take it all."
“Please… please… more!”
“More?" he asked, his voice laced with disbelief. "You want more?" He pulled out of her and quickly slid back in, his cock rubbing against her G-spot.
"How about this?" he growled, starting to pound into her harder than ever, making sure to hit that very spot over and over again.
She screamed in pleasure, not caring who heard and threw her head back against his chest, “Y-Yes! Right there!”
His heart pounded in his chest, matching the rhythm of their bodies. The sound of her screams, her pleas, fueled him further. He gripped her hips tighter, his other hand reaching up to hold onto her neck, marking her as his.
She felt her orgasm near and started fucking herself onto his cock, desperate for release.
He groaned at the feel of her tightening around him. The pleasure was too much, it was almost unbearable. "Cum for me." he growled, thrusting deeper into her. "Cum on my cock, brat. Let the world know how desperate you are!"
She came undone and creamed around his cock as she let out a string of moans, “Zoro!”
Her screams echoed in his ears, driving him to the edge. He was close too, he could feel it – the way she gripped around his cock was too much for him. “Where do you want my cum, you pathetic whore?”
“I-Inside! Please!” She couldn’t think straight, her tongue out of her mouth as she panted.
"Look at you being such a dirty slut, I bet your fans have no idea how much of a cum dump you are huh?" He leaned down and growled into her ear, his thrusts growing more erratic as he reached his climax. With one final push, he filled her womb with his hot seed, moaning her name. "Fuck!”
She cried out, a third orgasm ripping through her, “Aah!”
He pulled out of her, his cock glistening with her juices. "You're such a mess." he smirked and watched her fall to the ground
She panted, steadying herself on the floor. The pleasure was just too much for her.
“Go back to your fans and tell them what a good time you had with your bodyguard." he said, smirking down at her. He couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction. "And don't forget to thank me for the ride."
“Shut up…”
"Tsk, tsk.” he chided, stepping over her and reaching for his clothes. "You're such a spoiled brat even when you're being used like this."
She blinked her tears back and shot him a pained look, showing him that she’s no longer playing the game they were playing. She felt vulnerable and all she wanted right now was to be held and cared for.
His gaze softened, maybe he had pushed it too far. Zoro crouched down to pick her up bridal style and carried her to what he assumed was the shower. “Are you okay?”
She nodded weakly and felt the warm water wash away signs of their previous activity along with her tears. He leaned down to grab the shower gel and lathered it on her body. Her heart fluttered at his gentle touch and surprisingly caring nature, “Thank you…”
"Just doing my duty." he replied, his voice still rough around the edges.
He cleaned her with gentle motions, his hands lingering a little too long in some places. He noticed she didn't object, so he continued, his mind wandering, lost in thought. She grabbed the shower gel and did the same for him, lathering and cleansing all over his body. There was an unspoken feeling growing between them, which both of them had noticed.
“Hmm?" he asked, breaking out of his trance. Eye flickering to hers, smiling softly at her. There was something there, something more than just lust or anger. He couldn't quite place it, but he liked it.
She smiled softly up at him, letting the warm water hit their skin, “I didn’t say anything.”
“I know." he said, leaning against the tiled wall. "But there's something about you that I can't seem to resist. Even after knowing how much of a brat you are." He reached out, running his hand through her hair, pulling her closer.
She continued smiling at him, “What? Don’t tell me my bodyguard has fallen for me?”
Zoro couldn't help the full blown smile that spread across his face. "Maybe just a little bit." He reached around her, slipping his arm around her waist, holding her close.
"But I'm not just your bodyguard, am I?"
“Are you not?”
His heart skipped a beat at her question. "No, I'm not." He leaned in closer, their bodies pressed against each other.
Her heart rate picked up as she stared lovingly into his eye, “Is that so?”
He could feel the desire coursing through him, making it difficult to think of anything else but her. "I think you can feel it too." he whispered, his lips brushing against hers lightly.
She pressed a gentle kiss against his lips, “I can.”
The warmth of her lips against his sent shivers down his spine as he deepened the kiss. The kiss was different this time, it was gentle and sweet – it felt comforting and soft.
She pulled away and hugged him close, “I want you by my side…more than just a bodyguard.”
“I already am, Miss.”
phew! hope you guys liked this and as always, please let me know your thoughts / if you have and fic requests! (also I'm working on part 2 for my previous fic so keep an eye out for that <3)
She grumbled under her breath, fingers gliding across the console as she delved into the game with her online friends. It was an all-guy gang, which is why she chose to keep her mic on mute. Sure, she interacted with them, but it was through the safety net of the chat lobby. Using the mic felt like opening a can of worms—better to let them assume she was just another dude. After all, did it really matter? Online, she went by the name 'Solar' to keep a comfortable distance from revealing her real identity.
Zoro's voice blasted through the mic, cutting through the virtual battlefield. "Oi! Solar, what the hell was that?!"
She laughed to herself, Zoro was so easy to annoy. She just kept following his avatar around instead of actually playing the game, it was so fun to mess with him.
Reluctantly, she found herself acknowledging a truth she wasn't eager to admit – there was an undeniable allure and charm to Zoro's voice. It was deep, soothing and downright hypnotising – it sent a shiver down her spine. His words carried a certain charisma that managed to captivate even in the midst of a virtual battle. And if his display picture was any indication, his face was just as attractive as his voice.
With a silent sigh, she pondered the weirdness of being drawn to someone purely based on their virtual presence. How is that normal? She thought.
"Oh, that's great," he growled, but couldn't help the annoyed laugher as he tried to dodge her attempts at disrupting him. "Play the damn game asshole!”
Sanji piped up from his headset, “Shut up mosshead, you’re distracting the rest of us.”
"You shut up, shitty cook! And Solar man, play the damn game I said!" Zoro quickly got bored of being chased around by her avatar and instead started chasing her character.
She huffed and made her avatar run away from Zoro. It was times like these she wished she could just switch her mic on and partake in the banter with her gaming crew, but alas, they didn't know that she was a woman...yet.
Usopp's voice echoed through the mic, a mischievous tone evident in his words. "Oooo Zoro and Solar, sitting in a tree. Get a room guys, bleugh."
He couldn’t deny the fact that their countless midnight texts had gotten him to form somewhat of a crush on ‘Solar’. Solar just… got him. But he quickly shoved any thoughts of it advancing past online buddies because the thought of being in love with a person who he had never seen let alone heard seemed absurd to him.
A chorus of laughter erupted from the rest of the crew. She rolled her eyes at Usopp's teasing, her fingers still deftly navigating the game controls to keep her avatar one step ahead of Zoro's relentless pursuit.
Zoro, not one to back down, retorted with a gruff, "Shut it, Usopp! Stop making shit awkward, Solar is probably a 60 year old man."
Sanji spoke up quickly, "Yeah and he'd still be out of your league dumbass."
She chuckled under her breath, contemplating whether it was time to break her silence and join in on the banter.
"God, you guys are annoying." he groaned as he paused the game, turning to face his screen as if he would be able to see them through it. They were assholes, but she couldn't help but laugh at their comments, especially the one Sanji directed at Zoro.
He was so caught up in his frustration that he didn't notice her pausing the game. Maybe it was time to finally let them know who she was...
In a moment of bold spontaneity, she reached for the mic attached to her headset, her fingers hesitating for a split second before gripping it firmly. With a swift motion, she unmuted herself, the subtle click signalling the end of her silence.
"I can assure you that I'm not a 60 year old man." She spoke, feigning confidence. This was the first time the guys realised that she was in fact, a woman.
Zoro froze at her voice, she sounded so...soft-spoken. His heart jumped in his chest as he quickly put two and two together.
He didn't know what to say at first, his whole vocabulary had gone out the window as he stared at his screen.
"W-what did you say?" He finally let out, sounding like an idiot.
Luffy piped up, cutting Zoro’s sentence short, “Wait, is this why you didn’t want to talk on the mic?”
“Yes.”
“Huh…it doesn’t matter who you are to us, you kick ass on the daily, you didn’t have to worry about us reacting in a negative way…c’mon Solar, I thought you knew us by now.”
“My love, I bet you’re as beautiful as you sound – I am extremely blessed to be talking to you right now.”
“Oi shut up Sanji! Stop being creepy. This is probably why she didn’t want to tell you.” Usopp snapped but laughed into the mic.
A soft laughter escaped her lips, and with each gentle chuckle, the tension that had nestled in her nerves seemed to wash away quickly. She couldn’t help but feel slightly embarrassed about the whole situation, her cheeks growing flushed at the teasing from her friends. Thankfully, they had taken the news well and didn’t treat her any differently, well, besides Sanji. The other men laughed at him, his excessive flirting, making her let out another soft chuckle.
Zoro felt as though he could breathe again as her laughter filled his ears. The way that she laughed caused his chest to ache, a smile spreading across his face as he focused on her voice.
"Why the silence, Zoro?" she teased quietly.
Part of her still felt a little nervous, was he going to be awkward? Is this going to change their midnight texting ritual now that he knew she was a woman? Surely it shouldn't matter? But why was he being quiet? Her heart sunk slightly at the thought of losing his friendship.
Zoro's mouth opened and closed, like a fish out of water, he didn't know how to respond. She had just caught him off guard, his brain didn't really register what was happening at the moment.
He tried to find his voice but ended up stuttering instead. In all honesty, he felt like everything that he could've said at that moment would've been cheesy or just made him look like an idiot.
Before he could respond Luffy spoke up, "Alright crew, I'm logging off. I have work tomorrow." Which was followed by a chorus of 'same' from the rest of the group.
She frowned at the screen when they all left the lobby, was Zoro going to leave too?
"I...guess I'll log off too," he finally let out, his eyes drifting to the exit button. But a spark flared within his heart, making him pause his action.
Instead, he muted himself and waited. She raised her brow and bit her bottom lip, feeling nervous. Why didn’t he leave?
"Hey? You still here, Zoro?”
For a solid ten seconds, Zoro didn't respond, causing her to grow anxious in the silence. Surely he was just busy with his exit button? Then why hadn't he left yet?
"Yo." He finally let out, just as the silence turned awkward. Her head shot back at her screen, surprised to find him still there.
"So..." She started, not knowing what to say to him, not wanting to stop talking to him either.
And neither did he. Zoro's fingers hovered over the mouse, the cursor hovering over the close button. But he couldn't bring himself to press it.
He wanted to continue their conversation, to hear more of her voice.
"So, you still wanna talk?" He finally asked, hoping she would say yes.
"...yes." She squeaked awkwardly. Why on earth was she feeling so nervous? This is ridiculous she thought.
"Uh..." Zoro couldn't help but chuckle, she was obviously flustered. How he enjoyed hearing the sweet tone of her voice. She was so adorable.
"You sound nervous." He let out, making her cheeks grow hot.
"I do not!" She protested, "I'll have you know, I am perfectly okay.”
"Yeah? We both know you're lying." he teased, and she could almost hear the smirk on his voice.
"You sound nervous, don't deny it. Hey, it's alright to be flustered around this hunk of a man." he teased, making her blush darker.
"Ha! Hunk of a man? You're probably not the most attractive, but that's okay, we all still love you very much Zoro." She retorted, obviously she knew was most likely attractive.
He had to be, his profile picture was of a green haired man's side profile (which she had assumed was him).
He laughed loudly at her comeback, and her cheeky tone only caused his smile to widen. She took no bullshit from him, and he admired that about her.
“What makes you think that I’m not attractive?” He challenged. The man knew he was a walking thirst trap but he liked his ego stroked every once in a while.
"Just a hunch." She laughed into the headset and looked up at her bedroom ceiling.
"Oh yeah?" His tone rose, trying to challenge her.
"Why don't we bet on it? I show you what I look like, and if I'm not attractive then you leave the call. But if you do find me attractive, then you have to give in to one request of mine.”
"And what is your request exactly?" She asked quietly, the thought of seeing him making her feel giddy.
"You'll have to wait and find out. Besides, that's the fun part of a bet, isn't it?" He was being cheeky, knowing that her curiosity would have her agree.
"Ugh, fine!”
"Okay then, you ready to see me or what?" He teased, feeling a rush from the banter they were having.
"Hurry up, I can't wait to be proven right." She laughed, knowing very well she was wrong. She wanted to see him.
He chuckled and clicked the camera button on his computer, allowing his webcam to run as the screen switched to him. Her heart hammered in her chest when she focused her eyes on the screen in front of her. It took a few seconds before the image stabilised, revealing him, and his gorgeous face. He had short green hair that fell in all the right places and piercing eyes which went hand in hand with a lopsided smirk.
For a lack of better words, he was hot. She felt her cheeks heat up further in response, thanking the stars that he couldn't see her reaction.
“So, I take it you lost the bet?" He let out the question in a sarcastic tone, confident in his own attractiveness.
He raised an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side slightly as he waited for a response from her, smirk still on his face. Her compliment would be nice, but just her being speechless would have to suffice.
She coughed to bring her thoughts to a halt, and clear her throat. "Fine, you win. What was the request?”
"I get to choose anything I want you to do with zero objection from you." he said smugly, the corner of his lips curling up into a sly grin.
"Uhuh. What is it?" She somehow already felt like she knew what was coming.
"I want you to be my date for a night." He teased, letting out a chuckle as he spoke.
Okay, she didn’t know that this was what was coming. He knew she'd roll her eyes at him for even suggesting. How was what he said even logical? They had just found out a more personal part of their lives, it would've been silly to be talking about dating.
"You don't even know how I look like." She deadpanned but her hands were shaking from the adrenaline.
Zoro chuckled, the sound coming through the headset sounding rather amused. "So, does that mean you won't even consider my request?" He playfully feigned hurt, placing his hand on his chest, flexing his arm muscles in the process (she couldn’t help but realise how built he was).
Besides, you and I both know there was more to this than just a friendship… the way we texted past midnight everyday? C’mon sweetheart.”
He was right, even before the face and voice reveal, there was definitely something brewing between them. She would tell him about her fears and dreams, him doing the same. Up until now it was just a faceless friendship, but even she couldn't deny how quickly it had progressed in the past hour or so.
"C’mon, let's get a little more intimate with this now that you know what I look like." he said smoothly, leaning forward a little and giving her a smirk.
"W-what?"
He threw his head back and laughed, he was so mesmerising – she needed to hear more of him, see more of him.
"Not like that, I meant, let me see how you look like." he said, grinning from ear to ear hoping she'd agree.
Zoro smirked at her stutter, it was obvious that she was trying not to blush. He had her right where he wanted her.
"Oh sweetheart, you know you want to. Don't hide from me now.” he continued teasingly, feeling the butterflies in his stomach begin to flutter at the playful bantering.
She held her breath and hovered her cursor over the show webcam button for a bit before biting the bullet to turn it on. She smiled and gave an awkward wave and bit down on her lip, not knowing how to interact with him. "Hey Zoro.”
Zoro paused upon her appearance on the screen, his smirk suddenly falling from his face. There she was- the woman that he had come to have feelings for even without the knowledge of each other’s appearance.
Her beauty was otherworldly, and her smile made her look absolutely irresistible.
"Fuck, you’re beautiful."
He let out the compliment without thinking, and then quickly paused. Why did he say that? It was just a compliment, but it sounded so...intimate.
Her eyes shot up at her camera and she blushed intensely, stuttering a soft thank you. He chuckled upon seeing her blush. How could someone be so cute? Her features are gorgeous but her personality is what made her even more attractive, she was cheeky but also shy. It was something that he couldn't resist.
"God, you're adorable when you blush." he teased, his tone teasing and playful, almost seductive.
"S-shut up." She looked away feeling embarrassed as a small smile graced her lips.
"I could keep teasing you like this all night, you know? It's a shame we're online and not in person, seeing you get all flustered like this makes me want to make you do things that make you blush more." he said in a teasing tone.
She gasped and hid her face in her hands, never did she expect her evening to go like this when she revealed her voice.
"Oh get your mind out the gutter woman, I meant I'll give you the tightest hug, which'll make you blush." He grinned, knowing that he definitely meant it in the way she imagined.
“So what do you say to that date? I remember you telling me you’re 30 mins away from me.”
She nodded, not knowingly trusting her voice to answer. She knew it would come out all stuttery and shaky.
"Then it's settled. We'll go out on Saturday evening, at the city centre station at 6PM sharp." He smirked, feeling satisfied with himself and how everything had turned out, her shyness aside.
With a new found confidence, she nodded again, this time with a smile. “It’s a date.”
Y/N had only recently become a member of the crew, yet her connection with the Strawhats seemed to transcend time. Since stepping foot on the ship, she instantly gravitated to the blunt swordsman. She found herself drawn to him with a magnetic force, taking every opportunity to engage in playful banter, causing a subtle blush to grace his cheeks and today was no different.
She frolicked over to a napping Zoro, stopping directly in front of him, grinning widely. "Hi Zoro!”
"What's it now?" he grumbled, his tone a mixture of annoyance and curiosity.
Undeterred by his initial gruffness, she flashed a playful smile, leaning casually against the mast.
"Just checking if your sense of direction has improved cutie." she teased – her words were met with a deepening scowl, but she could detect a flicker of amusement in his eye.
Zoro let out an exasperated sigh. "I told you not to call me that.”
"Why? You're cute though!" she exclaimed, her words carrying a playful melody as she clung to the mast, swaying with the gentle rhythm of the boat. The sea breeze tousled her hair, creating a whimsical backdrop to their conversation.
The swordsman rolled his eyes. “You’d think after all this time, I wouldn’t have to keep telling you. I’m not the type to get so easily flustered over compliments. It’s rather irritating, actually.”
She couldn't help but pout a little, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she continued to shower him with compliments. Part of her, sure… was doing it to mess with him, to unravel the composed facade he wore so effortlessly around everyone. Yet, beneath the teasing, a genuine crush bubbled within her. There was something about being around him that awakened her flirtatious side, butterflies thrashed around her stomach whenever he was around.
Despite the annoyance he'd been expressing, Zoro couldn't deny a faint blush that crept up on his cheeks. The way she kept egging him on, calling him all kinds of compliments and just generally being a tease.
"You know, some people might misinterpret your words as you hitting on me."
She twirled around the mast, laughing heartily, "I AM hitting on you, handsome.”
Zoro, caught off guard by her directness, raised an eyebrow. His scowl deepened as he crossed his arms,"Well, cut it out. I don't need any distractions."
"Distractions? Zoro, I'd say I'm more of an enhancement to your daily routine.”
"Well, that is not the case from my perspective, it's clear that you have little understanding of how distracting your presence can be." He grumbled, running a hand through his short hair.
"Oh, you find me that distracting?" She smirked flirtatiously, "I had no idea I had that type of effect on you, gorgeous.”
Zoro's irritation seemed to momentarily waver, his single eye narrowing as he tried to regain control of the situation. Her audacity, however, seemed to chip away at his usual stoic demeanour, only momentarily though.
""Don't get ahead of yourself, botanist. You're just—"
But before Zoro could finish his retort, she playfully cut him off, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "Just what? Too much for you to handle?”
"There's nothing too much for me to handle…" he said, his gaze flicking away from her, attempting to regain some semblance of composure, he hated the heat that settled.
"Y-You're just... too…damn irritating!"
He turned his attention back to her, meeting her gaze. "Is there any particular reason you keep pestering me? It's like you've become insufferable all of a sudden, constantly spouting your flirtatious nonsense. Looks like you’re spending too much time with that damned love cook."
She chuckled, twirling a strand of hair between her fingers. "Well, maybe I just enjoy seeing you squirm, Zoro. Besides admit it, you want to be with me sweetheart!”
"I'm not squirming." his voice was stiff as he tried to keep himself from losing his cool completely. Yet, as difficult as it was to deny, the swordsman's face was visibly flushed, his lips drawn into a tight lipped frown.
"I simply find your presence to be very annoying. Why would anyone even want to be with you?!" he snapped angrily.
Her eyes widened, resembling saucers. For a moment, she remained silent, her usual chatty demeanour replaced by an unusual quietude. It was a rare sight to witness the botanist in such a state.
"Ah... gotcha." Her words hung in the air…she hesitated, struggling to find the right words, "I won't bother you anymore. Sorry for annoying you."
Zoro stood in stunned silence as he watched her turn her back and walk away, his confusion quickly turning into regret and guilt. What just happened? He'd never seen that kind of reaction from her before, the woman who always had a witty remark ready to go.
Watching her leave with her shoulders slumped and her head hung low was a difficult sight, and the swordsman couldn't help but mumble, "I…I didn’t mean that…”
But it was too late, she was already gone.
–
She quickly scurried away to the kitchen, where she'd hoped Sanji would be and much to her luck, he was. Sanji and her had gotten extremely close since her time here so far, both similar in the sense that they would openly flirt with the object of their desires with no shame – that is, until today apparently.
Letting out a weary sigh, she slouched into the dining chair, her eyes fixed on Sanji as he methodically cleaned the kitchen. The rapport between her and Sanji had always been solid, built on shared jokes, comfort, and a mutual understanding.
"Hey Sanji."
Sanji's attention was initially diverted at the sound of his name, followed by a slight flicker of happiness upon hearing her stir behind him. He finished wiping down the counter with a rag before setting it down upon the counter next to him.
"Oh, hello there my sweet." he smirked, turning to fully face her, ready to be his usual flirty self. His demeanour shifted slightly however as soon as he noticed her downcast expression.
"Are you okay, my love?"
She sunk into the chair and groaned slightly, "Yeah...I’m okay.”
Sanji was quick to recognise that her mood was off, and it concerned him greatly. Despite their playful dynamic, he had always been one of the first ones (and sometimes the only one) to know when she was upset about something.
"Something's wrong." he spoke softly, quickly walking towards her, his hands reaching out to take both of her hands within his. "Tell me what happened."
He sat next to her and gently caressed her hand with his fingers.
“I think Zoro hates me.”
Sanji froze for a few seconds, a mix of shock and concern evident throughout his expression. He squeezed her hand tightly as a sense of frustration washed over him. It was obvious that the dumbass swordsman had feelings for her, it's just likely that he wasn't aware of it yet.
"Hate you? I don't believe that for a second, Zoro is just like that sometimes. He can be quite moody."
"Why would you think that he hates you?"
She felt tears sting her eyes, threatening to spill from them all at once but she held them back. “He said, ‘Why would anyone even want to be with you?’ I think I completely miscalculated everything, part of me thought that he had feelings for me but you didn’t see him Sanji, he was furious. He meant that.”
Her voice was so soft, fragile... he couldn't bear to see her like this. The sight of tears brimming her eyes sent a rush of anger down Sanji's spine, his teeth clenching together. His grip tightened around her hands, the sudden change in mood made evident by the dark expression on his face.
"I assure you that you are not the one miscalculating things. That guy hasn't the slightest clue about what he really feels, I've seen that look too many times. It's the face of a stupid man with no self-awareness."
She smiled weakly at him, it was clear that Sanji was trying to make her feel better. She squeezed his hand gently – an unspoken thank you because if she opened her mouth to speak right now, she knew she would start crying.
Sanji noticed how tight of a grip she had on his hand, sensing how she was on the cusp of breaking down. He leaned over and stroked her head, hoping its spontaneity would catch her off guard and put a temporary end to this discussion.
"Let's go and do something to distract you instead of overthinking things, my love. How about I whip you up your favourite pancake hm?" He smiled gently before going to the cooking area, rummaging for the ingredients.
A smile spread across her lips. His concern was certainly apparent, Sanji was clearly doing his best to ensure that she felt better.
"That sounds lovely." she stood up, following him towards the kitchen and taking a seat at one of the empty bar chairs. Her eyes shifted to a different topic as she watched him cook, trying her best not to let her mind wander back to Zoro's words.
Zoro on the other hand was pacing back and forth along the deck, hyping himself up to go apologise to her. He wasn't the best with understanding feelings but even he could tell that his words had hurt her a lot. Sighing, he made his way to the kitchen.
He was about enter but stopped himself very quickly when he heard the sound of her laugher ring throughout the kitchen. Zoro watched as the stupid cook placed a beautiful stack of pancakes in front of her and kissed her forehead. He watched as she smiled up at the damn love cook so gently. He never, ever saw her smile at him like that.
The swordsman's eyebrows dipped slightly, his expression shifting to one of frustration and anger as he observed them from afar. His attention was fixated on their exchange, taking note of how the love cook was clearly much more gentle and attentive to her feelings compared to himself.
His grip around his swords tightened as his blood boiled with jealousy and envy. Why on earth was he feeling like this? This feeling was so foreign to him – it felt like there was a lump growing in the back of his throat. Before he could dwell much on his new set of emotions, he stormed off to the crow’s nest where he would workout so hard that he forgot how he felt.
She happily ate away at the delicious treat Sanji had set in front of her, it never failed to make her feel better. "Thanks Sanji, this really helped! I think I'm going to get some rest back at my quarters."
Sanji nodded and smiled gently again, before glancing at the spot he saw Zoro watch them from. He was observant and he knew the stoic swordsman had seen him fuss over her. It was so annoying for Sanji to watch the idiot mess things up for himself that he decided that it was time he intervened. He made his way to the crow's nest, knowing that he would be there.
The swordsman had been there for quite a while, his heavy workout sessions allowing him to clear his mind and escape the frustrating emotions he was experiencing. He pushed himself till he was on the very verge of exhaustion, his heart pounding furiously in his chest.
Just as he was about to call it quits, he heard Sanji enter the crow’s nest from the corner of his ear. He immediately stopped his workout, leaning against the nearest wall and inhaling sharply after a few minutes of intense physical exertion.
"What do you want, stupid cook?" His words sounded harsher than usual and he wasn't sure why that was.
Sanji leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette, “You’re so oblivious.”
An annoyed snort escaped from him as he quickly put on a dismissive expression. "What do you mean?"
His tone was sharp, no doubt trying to hide his lingering jealousy. "I have no desire to deal with you right now, why are you here?"
Sanji dragged smoke from his cigarette before sighing, he wasn't even sure why he really wanted them to clear up the misunderstanding. Maybe because it was painful to watch two people who clearly have strong feelings for each other misunderstanding those very feelings.
"Zoro." He said sternly, he rarely used his name unless he was serious about something. "I know your slow brain hasn't registered it yet but you have feelings for her."
His breath hitched as his blood suddenly ran cold at Sanji's words. He had never felt this shocked or bewildered in his life, the idea of having feelings for another was something he simply couldn't wrap his head around. It’s not something he had actively thought about.
"W-What? No." he denied, shaking his head.
Sanji sighed, this was going to be harder than he thought because this man clearly had trouble processing emotion. "Yeah? So you don't mind if I go for her then? I know you saw our moment in the kitchen earlier.”
"I was just—“ he stumbled over his words as the reality began to sink in, his cheeks tinted pink. In his heart he knew that Sanji had hit it on the nail, but was it wrong of him to feel reluctant about being so vulnerable?
He was an arrogant and blunt swordsman, not a hopeless romantic...he was embarrassed by the very thought of feeling this way.
“You’re right.” He stood there, feeling a rush of emotions come over him. “Shit, how do I fix this, cook?”
Sanji smirked slightly, it seemed that this robot had emotions other than frustration after all. He dropped his cigarette and squished it with his shoes.
"Finally." He was grinning fully now, "Took you long enough moss head."
–
Meanwhile, Y/N was laying on her bed, trying to force herself to fall asleep – but it didn't happen. Sighing, she sat up when she heard a knock, it was most likely Sanji checking up on her...or so she thought.
She was in for a shock when he saw that it wasn't the him who knocked on her door, it was Zoro. He stood at the doorway, looking more troubled than ever before. The swordsman seemed to be lost in many thoughts, a slight smirk playing at his lips.
"Can I come in?"
"U-Uh sure..." She opened the door fully to let him inside before shutting it behind her.
Zoro slowly stepped inside, his eyes flitting about as he took in his surroundings. He seemed slightly uneasy, with his expression shifting between uncertainty and confidence.
Finally, his eyes locked onto the botanist, his expression softening.
"Have you been able to get any sleep?" he began, his tone gentle, which was unusual for him.
"...Not really." She wanted to say more, but she couldn't make herself, she could barely even hold his eye contact.
A soft sigh escaped his lips as he noticed how nervous she seemed to be. Her eyes seemed to dart around and her words were short and limited.
Without warning, he approached her slowly, before gently lifting up her chin until their eyes were connected.
“Look at me.”
She gasped softly not expecting him to touch her, or see the look in his eyes for that matter. His eyes sparkled in the dim lighting, as if he was looking straight into her soul. It took her by surprise how soft his voice was, so soft that it felt tender and gentle.
“Firstly, I'm sorry for being harsh with you earlier...”
The swordsman’s words were tinged with worry and concern, he was now closer to her than before, their bodies were almost touching.
She remained silent, not knowing how to react. This was all new to her, she had never seen this side to him. The swordsman continued with his apology, his hand inching closer to her cheek as he did so.
“I didn't know I was being so cruel, I wasn't aware of just how much my words impacted you... you didn't deserve that.”
Zoro was never one to admit his faults, as he always thought that doing so made him look weak, but he couldn’t hide his true thoughts from her. She felt herself tear up slightly, feeling overwhelmed with emotion but she let him continue.
Zoro’s heart felt heavy, her silent tears were more than he could handle.
“And then... there’s the other thing…”
He was hesitant to say the words that he wanted to say, unsure if she was prepared to hear them.
“When I was working out, Sanji pointed out to me that I had strong feelings for you... and, well, I denied it at first but...”
Her eyes widened as she felt a million butterflies erupt in her stomach all at once, was he admitting to what she thought he was admitting to? She felt like she had to pinch herself to make sure this was reality.
“... that was when I realised, that I actually do have very strong feelings for you. I think… I’m in love with you.””
The swordsman’s eyes remained locked on her the entire time, he was waiting for her to react, waiting to see if she felt the same way. His body was warm and his heart fluttered in his chest at an unusually fast pace.
She felt a lone tear stumble down her cheek. For a moment, time stood still. He could sense the mix of emotion within her, the sense of both sadness and happiness, and he thought it was absolutely beautiful.
The swordsman had not expected this moment, but he wasn’t going to shy away from it.
“Do you feel the same way?” he asked softly, his eyes still locked on hers.
She nodded and spoke out softly with a shaky breath, "Yes...I do. I have for a very long time now.”
The swordsman’s lips curved into a soft smile, a genuine wave of joy washing over him as he took in her response. It was music to his ears, like a song that he had always wanted to hear.
His eyes glistened as he approached a bit closer and rested his hands on both sides of her waist, leaning down slightly to brush his lips with hers before pressing it against hers.
The kiss was soft and gentle, as if his lips were afraid to damage her like they did prior. His breath was slightly shaken and his heart pounded furiously in his chest.
Zoro didn’t want to pull away from the kiss, he wanted to feel every last bit of her presence and warmth against his own body. His fingers dug slightly into her waist, just enough to let her know that he was there. His lips soon parted from hers and he smiled down at her ever so gently.
She smiled up at him, mentally etching his smile in her mind, this very moment – all of it.
He ran his fingers through her hair as they remained close together, a feeling the swordsman had never felt before.
He felt a sense of relief wash over him, a feeling that told him everything was going to be alright. He had never felt so much pleasure at such a casual moment, but he wished it could stay like this forever.
“I think… I love you too.”
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this was a request from @dinuxia-bhm, hope you all enjoyed it! please let me know if there's a certain fic you wanted me to write :) this was really fun!
Zoro is a grumpy regular at the coffee shop | fluff | SFW
word count: 2.5k
She tapped away at the coffee machine absentmindedly and sighed. She knew it was only matter of time before the rude regular came in. He’s been frequenting her coffee shop for the past year, all she knew about him was his name and that’s only because sometimes when it was busy, she had to take his name for the order.
He would order Americanos throughout the day and sit in the corner of the coffee shop, typing away at his laptop. She didn't mind this had it not been for the fact that he mostly ignored her or when he did acknowledge her, he would be really, really rude.
The door chime brought her daydreaming to a halt and she was met with the very man she was dreading to see.
"Good morning, the regular?" She asked chirpily, as much as she wasn't his biggest fan, she had to keep up appearances as she owned the damn coffee shop. Plus he was a regular customer who actually spent a great deal of his money here.
Zoro gave a nod in acknowledgment but his face soured by the second. He walked up to the counter, standing to his full height of 6'2. He was much taller and stronger than her, she knew he could just crush her with one finger if he wanted to. She shook herself out of her train of thoughts and smiled brightly at him.
"Give me the usual." He spoke, his voice monotone as he looked down at her.
"Americano, coming right up!" The coffee grinder started whirring and she quickly set his coffee down in front of him.
"Cash or card?"
"Card." Taking his card he swiped it at the terminal, making the transaction. The terminal made a beep and he picked up his card, placing it back in his wallet.
"Thanks." His serious, expression came to his face again as he grabbed his drink, taking a sip.
Zoro didn't say anything else, he took his drink and sat down at the corner table, which was facing her, and opened his laptop to work away at it. He grumbled something about how the coffee was never made right, even though he knew it was perfectly fine.
She felt her smile drop as soon as he went away from the counter. She hated this man with a passion... would it hurt him to be a little nicer?
The next few hours passed by and soon it was just her and him in the coffee shop. The silence made the shop a little awkward, she knew this man would be a pain to get along with. He wasn't really talkative and when they did briefly speak, he seemed bored all the time.
He leaned back in the plush chair and stared at her.
She wasn't an idiot, she felt the stare and as much as she tried to avoid eye contact with him, it pissed her off too much to ignore it.
She forced a smile and turned to him, "Can I help you?"
Zoro had a blank, emotionless expression as he looked at her. Before he answered, he took two quick gulps of his coffee. A sigh came out of his mouth as he set the cup on his table.
"No."
He spoke, his tone was still as cold as ever. He didn't like anything and he especially didn't like how her coffee tasted. Though, she was unsure about why he keeps coming back, maybe he enjoys seeing her pissed off. She balled up her fist by her side and forced another smile.
"Okay, well I'll be here if you need me.”
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The silence made her feel a little off. The blank expression and quietness made him feel a little unsettled. She hated seeing him when he was so serious (which was most of the time) she couldn't stand how rude he was. And she certainly didn't understand why this man never smiled. Like ever. He leaned back in his chair again, not saying anything and typed away at his laptop.
She watched him from behind the counter, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. As the minutes ticked by, the tension in the coffee shop became palpable. Determined not to let this man ruin her day, she took a deep breath and decided to break the silence.
"So, any exciting plans for the day?" she asked, attempting to strike up a casual conversation.
Zoro glanced at her, his expression unchanging. The silence lingered for a moment before he finally responded.
"No plans. Just work," he replied curtly, his eyes returning to the laptop screen.
She couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion for him; he seemed trapped in his own world of monotony. Despite his abrasive demeanour, there was an air of loneliness around him that she couldn't ignore.
"Well, if you ever want a change of pace, we do have some new pastries in the display. Freshly baked this morning." she offered with a friendly smile, hoping to thaw the icy atmosphere between them.
As soon as she made the offer, his eyes lit up slightly – a brief look of interest appeared in his blank expressionless face. He thought about her proposal for a moment.
"I'll take one." He replied with a bored tone.
Zoro didn't really have an interest in talking to her, but perhaps this could be a good ice breaker.
She hid her surprise well, managing a smile as she grabbed a small plate for the pastry. With a fluid movement, she placed a perfect almond croissant in front of him, its flaky layers promising a delightful experience. Zoro eyed it for a moment before taking a cautious bite, his expression unchanging.
"Freshly baked, right?" he asked, a hint of genuine curiosity breaking through his monotone voice.
"Absolutely," she replied, her grin widening. "Straight from the oven this morning."
To her surprise, he hummed in acknowledgment, seeming to appreciate the authenticity of the treat. As he continued to eat, she couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. It was a small victory, but she had managed to crack the tough exterior of the grumpy regular.
Zoro didn't smile, but he seemed more relaxed than he was previously. Though, he didn't speak, he ate his pastry to the last crumb. He looked up with a serious, expression and spoke.
"This is good."
Her heart skipped a beat as those simple words left Zoro's lips. The acknowledgment, albeit delivered in his usual monotone, felt like another victory.
She beamed with pride, "I'm glad you liked it! We've got more treats if you ever want to try something new."
Zoro's emotionless expression stayed on his face but his eyebrow slightly perked up in interest. The curiosity in him grew as she spoke. What if they offered other delicious things? He had to try them.
"What else do you have?"
"Well, we have a new seasonal latte?”
Zoro's ears twitched slightly, the mention of a seasonal latte had got him curious. He didn't like any of the lattes normally – he thought it was just coffee dressed up in unnecessary frills. But seeing her so excited made him want to try it.
"I'll try it." He said bluntly – it wasn't like him to even be somewhat into trying something so different, it was a little suspicious.
"Great! I think you'll really enjoy this one." she said, her enthusiasm shining through as she began preparing the special drink.
As she skilfully crafted the latte, adding a personal touch – a delicate heart art with steamed milk on the creamy surface. Placing it in front of Zoro, she couldn't hide her excitement to see his reaction – she was really hoping he would at least somewhat enjoy it.
"A heart huh?" His lips twitched into a little smirk.
Zoro's smirk caught her off guard, for a moment she was speechless. Was he actually somewhat smiling at her?
"Yeah, a heart."
She said back jokingly, she was shocked that he was even smiling in the first place. She couldn't take her attention away from his smirk, it gave her second thoughts about him. His smile, his smile was charming but intimidating at the same time
Zoro's smirk lingered, and a glint of amusement sparkled in his eyes. The air between them crackled with an unexpected energy, and she found herself captivated by him. The playful banter, so unlike their usual interactions, felt like a breath of fresh air.
"Well, aren't you getting fancy with the latte art?" he teased, his smirk widening into a grin that sent a subtle shiver down her spine. She couldn't deny the charm in that half-smile, a side of him she hadn't anticipated.
"I aim to impress." she retorted, a playful glint in her eyes matching his teasing tone.
Zoro took another sip of the seasonal latte, his gaze never leaving hers. The atmosphere was charged with unspoken words, a magnetic pull that neither could ignore. As they stood there, amidst the aroma of freshly ground coffee beans and the warmth of shared laughter, it became evident that something extraordinary was unfolding.
The chemistry between the two of them was undeniable. His teasing smile was irresistible as it left her cheeks red with blush. She had never expected this to happen between them. She usually thought he was a total jerk to her, but now there was an odd, but amazing tension between them. She couldn't take her eyes away from his, the two of their gazes became locked.
Zoro's smirk was getting wider, he was amused by how red her cheeks were. The blush on her cheeks was adorable, it couldn't get any cuter.
"You always this flustered?" he had a look on his face she couldn't describe. Was it amusement or was it something else?
"No! I'm just..." She trailed off not knowing how to finish that sentence.
Zoro's smirk finally faded away and he chuckled, breaking the tension that was between them.
"Don't worry, I know you're flustered." He teased, his tone was joking but his face was emotionless.
Something about him was...so intriguing, she couldn't take her eyes away from him. That little smirk on his lips, the way his eyes looked at her, his deep voice… now that she looked at him properly, he was actually extremely attractive. The whole package about him was just alluring.
He was teasing her but she didn't mind, his smirk and charming personality gave off a feeling of warmth.
"You're annoying." She said jokingly with a laugh. She noticed how the air between the two of them was very different than before, this whole tension between the two was making it a little hard for her to think straight.
Zoro remained silent for a few moments, just staring at her. She was so adorable – there was this look of admiration that crossed her face. He made no attempt to break his gaze away from her, it was almost like she was drawing him in, like he couldn't look away even if he wanted to.
"It's rude to stare. You can look away any day now, or am I that mesmerising?"
She sat down next to him and rested her head on her hand, smirking at him slightly. "Huh, seems that you are.”
Zoro was taken aback for a moment, but he kept his cool. She was challenging him? She wasn't looking away? They were both playing a game now, she wouldn't be the one to back down or look away first.
"Oh, so, you're implying I'm mesmerising? And you're not going to look away?" He teased, leaning slightly towards her.
She tilted her head and leaned in closer, her half-smile still lingering, still intrigued by the unexpected turn of events.
"Yep and yep.”
Zoro raised an eyebrow as she leaned in closer. The two of them were now dangerously close, so close he could feel her breath on his face as she spoke. She smelt exactly how he imagined she would smell like – sweet.
"I see, so...you're serious about this game? You want to keep going?" His tone was a little more flirty but still had an air of seriousness.
"Oh, absolutely serious," she replied, her lips curving into a playful smile. "Unless, of course, you're afraid you might lose.”
"Hm? I'm far from scared."
He said confidently, leaning in towards her more. It felt like the tension between the two of them was getting higher and higher. His eyes stared into hers, it felt like he was trying to look into her soul. His tone was still confident, he wasn't even slightly nervous about how close him and her were. He was unshakable. Just then, he brought his face even closer.
Her eyes dropped to his lips and back to his eyes again, she whispered, "Are you sure?”
Zoro smirked as he brought his face even closer. The space between them was so small there was hardly an inch of space between them.
"Positive." He whispered back, their lips were only inches away from each other, was it that time he would finally kiss her? The tension felt like it was about to burst, she could feel the heat building up in her body.
"So...are you going to kiss me or what?”
Zoro smirked at her question, it was only a matter of seconds before he took the lead. He wanted to tease her a little more, the anticipation was building. She really wanted this. He felt the heat building up in his body as he saw her looking at him with those gorgeous eyes and that sultry smirk on her face. He was going to play with her a little bit more before he finally gave in.
"Maybe I will." He said, his voice was full of a playful tone, he was enjoying their little game.
"Might want to hurry, heard the barista is closing shop in a bit.”
Zoro grinned and laughed at her comment. The anticipation and the tension between them was building and building, she must've been feeling it too. He finally leaned in and brushed his lips against her sweetly.
"Do you know if the barista is free for a date tomorrow?"
She blushed a little and smiled softly, "I think for you, she is."
He closed the distance between them and kissed her gently. As soon as her lips met his, she melted. His whole body felt like it was bursting with warmth, it felt so amazing. After all those days of back and forth between them, they finally closed that distance between them. A soft and tender kiss, it was something neither of them expected to happen today or ever really. As she pulled away for breath, she could see him smiling a little – she loved how handsome it made him seem.
"Great, tell her I'll pick her up after closing time tomorrow then.”
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here's a fluffy one shot I wrote, I tried to keep him in character – hope you enjoyed and as always, please feel free to request a fanfic! <3
characters: zoro roronoa x fem!reader (he's your boss)
boss employee relationship, praising, degrading, light choking | smut | 18+ only – MDNI
word count: 5.5k
She glanced at the clock, it was 8PM and most if not all of her co-workers had gone home. She was assigned to this project by her boss, Zoro – the man was ruthless. He made her repeat her work if there was one small error. Sometimes even when there were 0 errors. That's how ruthless this man was. Today was no different, the client deadline was a few days away but he made her scrap her whole progress and start again.
Zoro sat in his office watching cameras his employees like a hawk, checking on each and every coworker he had. Until he looked at her, seeing her upset. His eyes narrowed and opened up his emails to write her one.
I need to see you in my office.
Minutes turned into hours until she received his email. She held her breath when she saw a small pop up flash on the corner of her laptop screen.
This can't be good, she thought. Sighing, she got up and made her way to his office, stopping right outside. She hesitated a little before finally mustering the courage to knock on it.
Zoro leaned back in his chair, checking through emails as he heard her footsteps outside his office.
“Come in.”
He looked up from his laptop, and fixed his gaze on her. He gestured to a small seat in front of his desk and waited for her to take a seat. She gulped slightly and sat down in the chair, she had no idea what to expect. Zoro was usually really hard to read and today was no different.
Zoro had folded his hands on his desk, looking at her with his sharp eyes. He didn’t waste any time – he didn’t believe in sugarcoating things and was a man of practicality.
”I see you work so hard yet you can’t seem to meet my expectations. I don’t know it your not trying hard enough or you’re just not good at your job."
She felt her lip quiver, he was harsh…there was no surprise there. She bit her bottom lip to fight herself from crying and waited for him to continue talking, knowing that he didn’t just call her into his office to just tell her that.
“I want this project done by the end of the week, I don’t want to hear any excuses. If you can’t get it done by the end of the week…you’re fired, is that understood?”
He wasn't really going to fire her, at most, he was planning to transfer her to another department. He didn't know why he was being such a dick to her...well, he did. Lately his bright eyed employee has been pissing him off. She keeps occupying his damn mind... that infectious smile of hers, her beautiful, innocent eyes...all of it. He didn't know how to feel and it was easier to get rid of her than just dealing with.
"I understand." She spoke up meekly, holding onto her composure so that she didn't burst out crying.
Zoro could see her eyes, they were filling with tears. For a brief moment, he almost felt bad for her. Almost. He let out a sigh and spoke softer whilst remaining stern.
“Good. You can leave but I want the first version of the draft first thing in the morning."
She gasped a little and looked at the clock in his office, "But Mr Zoro, it's 9PM now..."
She already knew what he'd say, it didn't matter because he was definitely going to ask her to pull an all nighter if necessary. It's not like he cared since he usually left the office quite late and in fact, this wasn't the first time she was working late. She wasn’t entirely sure that he had a life outside the office. He was the hardest worker she had ever met, always the last to leave but somehow the first to arrive.
Zoro's eyes locked onto hers.
“Do I need to repeat myself? I don’t care if you have to pull an all nighter here or at your house, as long as you submit the first draft tomorrow morning. That’s all I care about right now.”
At least she had the option to take her work home and work from there if needed. She stood up and excused herself, "Understood."
In the end she decided to finish as much as she could before leaving, she did work better here after all. She began typing away before she heard her co-worker Sanji settled down next to her briefly.
"Y/N my love, you're still here? I'm about to leave now, did you want me to give you a ride?" Sanji asked.
Zoro let out a soft groan as her placed his head against his palms, thoughts racing in his mind. He couldn’t take it. After she left his office, his heart pounded a little. He wanted to tell her that he wasn’t going to fire her and that he was harsh on her. He got up and walked out only to see Sanji next to her.
Zoro smirked a little sadistically, he knew what was going on with them. He wanted to hear Sanji ask her out and he wanted her to reject him. Again and again. He went to the water cooler to hear their conversation more clearly.
"Ah thanks Sanji but I don't think I'm leaving any time soon, I have this due tomorrow and it's much more peaceful here than home so I figured I'd stay until I get this done." She smiled softly at Sanji before typing away at her laptop.
Sanji huffed and leaned closer to her before whispering a joke in her ear, to which she giggled.
Zoro rolled his eyes as he heard Sanji’s whisper, hearing her giggle. His jaw clenched a little, he didn’t like her so close to another man, especially Sanji. It felt like he was so close to seeing her date this man, she’s too beautiful to be with someone like Sanji.
He drank some water, hearing Sanji make another remark, hearing her giggle again. He was getting jealous by the second.
He walked towards her desk and raised his brow at Sanji – he had always hated this man. Something about the way he spoke to her made him despise him.
"Why are you still here? Aren't you from the sales department?"
Sanji let out a chuckle, seeing Zoro walk towards his desk. A smug face on Sanji, as he spoke.
“Ah, yeah I’m in the sales department. I was just here for a client, I just happened to see her beautiful face and decided to visit.”
Zoro rolled his eyes again, he knew he was trying to make a move on her. Anyone with eyes could see how desperate he was towards her.
Zoro was furious but kept his calm, tone stern. "Yeah? Well she has something due in the morning so why don't you just leave instead of slowing her down?”
Sanji gave him a playful grin, his eyebrows raised.
“Wow! Mr. Zoro you are pretty protective of her, you should be careful otherwise someone might think you have a thing for your pretty little employee.”
Zoro's face got red as his fists clenched, he didn't like when people saw through him. He couldn't even respond to Sanji’s claims.
"Shut up." Zoro stormed off to his office, feeling a little embarrassed. Did that moron just practically confess for him?
Y/N blinked once. Twice. Thrice. What just happened? It all happened so fast. Why did Zoro get flustered like that?
She shook her head and sighed, "Anyway Sanji, I'm going to get back to work, please feel free to leave. Thanks for offering me to take home but I think I'll just get the late night bus back."
Zoro had his fists clenched, he wasn’t expecting Sanji to be so loud and put those words in her head. It made his blood boil in his veins as he slammed the door to his office with one hand. He sat at his desk, pushing his fingers through his hair. Why was his heart beating so fast? Why did he care so much about another man calling a woman beautiful? He didn’t know. He shook his head, this was getting ridiculous.
Time went on as he heard Sanji leave, the office became silent. It was all him and her.
Zoro couldn’t stand it, he watched from his desk. Seeing her stretch and hearing her tired yawns. Something in him got him to stand up and walk over to her desk. He towered over her.
“Its late, you should go home. You look tired.”
"But I haven't finished yet. I work better here." She shot him a soft smile and continued typing, feeling awkward that he was just standing there. She sensed some tension – what type of tension, she wasn’t sure quite yet.
With him, it was a mixed bag. He has been really kind to her but in a professional, stern way. But he’s also straight up been a dick to her, she wasn’t sure what to think.
He let out a sigh, his attention locked onto her soft smile, he couldn’t look away…it’s like he was mesmerised.
“I know I gave you that deadline earlier but I’ll give you more time. Just leave and get some rest, you need it.”
She perked up a little, "Thanks but I think I can finish up in a couple of hours..." It was obvious that he felt bad, he always does and she was grateful that he showed care for her. But she really wanted to prove to him and herself that she wasn't just going take the easy route.
He stayed silent, watching her type away on her keyboard. He felt like time was going incredibly slow, watching her fingers type. His eyes roamed from her hands to her face, back to her hands then back to her face. His face only got redder at the sight, damned feelings he thought.
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He left the office and grabbed both of them some takeout before returning – he convinced himself that he would do this for any employee and that it was just him fulfilling his duty as a boss. He pushed open his office door with his shoulder and placed the takeout on his desk.
He should email her to come have dinner since it seems that she hadn't already had it.
After hesitating for the tenth time, Zoro opened his email and wrote to her.
I need to see you in my office.
He wasn't going to tell her that he got takeout, she probably wouldn't come if he did.
She sighed and got up as soon as she saw the email pop up in the corner of her screen. Walking over to his office, she rubbed her temples to prepare herself for whatever the man was about to throw at her.
Zoro watched her walk over to his office, the sight of her just walking over was enough to make him lose his mind.
The moment she walked in he gestured for her to sit down, he put the takeout in front of her. She had no idea the amount of willpower he was exerting to not just kiss her.
She raised a brow not knowing what he asked her here for, there's no way he called her in here because he got her food...right? Maybe he was going to eat in front of her knowing that she hadn’t had any dinner yet but he can’t be that cruel…right?
"You called sir?"
Zoro stayed silent, his heart pounded in his chest. What if she thinks it's inappropriate he bought her food? He felt like the air in the office got thicker as he looked at her. He spoke up with a firm tone, trying to get away from his thoughts.
"Eat."
She looked taken aback and looked at him as if he said the most incredulous thing ever, he was joking right? She didn't know what to say but on cue, her stomach grumbled. She had completely forgotten to eat dinner…
He watched her stomach grumbled, making him feel a little amused. His lips twitched, his eyes darted to the takeout and back to her, wanting her to eat. She hesitated for a bit and leaned in to grab part of her portion. He leaned back in his chair, not taking his eyes off her as she began eating.
His lips twitched into a little smile watching her eat, she looked so cute eating. Hell, she looked cute doing anything he thought. Zoro reached for his food and started to eat, his gaze never leaving her form. She ate nervously in silence, the food was good but she didn't know how to take this. Maybe he just felt bad for barking at her earlier.
His gaze was fixated on her eyes, occasionally his stare would wander to her lips as she chewed. Her nervous look only made her all the more gorgeous to his eyes.
He knew she wasn't aware of how attracted he was to her, to be fair, he didn’t know how attracted he was to her until it was just them alone. It was getting harder for him to hide it, every time he looked at her he wanted nothing more than to hold her close to him.
Everything was fine until she bit into the hotdog, causing the sauce to squirt on her cleavage. She panicked and wiped it off with her finger before licking it clean.
Zoro almost bit the side of his mouth as he saw her. She was eating the hotdog so innocently. He nearly lost it when the sauce made contact with her cleavage.
The sight of her innocently licking the sauce up with her tongue was enough for him to want to pin her to the wall and kiss her. But he snapped back to reality, he quickly cleared his mind and coughed a little.
"Thank you for the food." She squeaked, breaking the awkward silence that had built up.
Zoro let out a small chuckle. He looked at what she was wearing and had an inappropriate thought that he immediately pushed away.
“You’re welcome, you still have sauce on you,” He pointed to a spot of sauce on her cleavage that she had missed.
Y/N squealed a little and got flustered as she looked down to the sauce. Zoro got up and walked around his desk, sitting on it. He was directly in front of her now. She felt incredibly self conscious with the sauce still on her cleavage but for some reason she froze. She couldn’t move or say anything.
Zoro could feel himself getting more and more attracted to her. He watched as she seemed to freeze, it made him want to do something about it. He leaned forward, his face getting closer to hers.
“M-Mr Zoro?”
Zoro smirked a little at her squeaky voice. She looked so adorable right now, it made him want to close the gap between them.
“You’re so adorable...” He whispered leaning forward even more, his face inches away from hers.
She was shocked, this is so unexpected. Was she so tired that she was hallucinating?
“Y/N…" He called name her softly. He took a deep breath, his gaze never leaving hers. He couldn't help but think about how badly he wanted to kiss her right now.
She closed her eyes, feeling his warm breath on her lips. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t think of him late at night, as harsh as the man was on her, he was often the object of her fantasies. In fact, she’d moaned his name as she pleasured herself countless times.
Zoro couldn't take it anymore, his eyes burning with desire. He couldn't resist any more, he leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the lips. It was more of a teasing kiss than anything else, but it she felt intense sparks.
The soft moan from her only fueled Zoro's passion. He deepened the kiss, his hands gently holding her face. He could feel her trembling against him, and it only made him want more.
He broke the kiss and dipped his head to her chest only to lick the sauce off without breaking eye contact. She gasped at the sight and tightened her grip on her chair. She wanted to touch him but she was too afraid to, she didn’t know how to approach the situation. Zoro pulled back slightly, his eyes twinkling with lust as he looked at her. He could feel the tension in the air, the desire radiating off of them both.
He couldn't help but chuckle softly, "You taste even better than I imagined.”
“Y-you’ve imagined tasting me?” She blushed deeply and locked her gaze onto his eyes.
“Well, you are pretty irresistible."
Zoro teased, his gaze never leaving hers. He wanted her, there was no denying it. He reached out and gently traced his fingers along her cheekbone, his touch sending shivers down her spine. She closed her eyes and leaned it to his touch, which left behind burning heat. Her body ached for him, it wasn’t a want anymore… it was a need.
Zoro could feel the heat radiating off of her, his desire for her only growing stronger. He leaned in closer, his lips mere inches from hers.
"I want you," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "Let me show you how good I can make you feel…”
She looked up at him with those big doe eyes that he loved so much and nodded slowly.
Zoro's heart raced with anticipation as he leaned down to claim her lips once more, his hands running through her hair as he deepened the kiss. He knew he shouldn't go this far with her, but he couldn't help himself. He’d worry about the mess tomorrow. She fluttered her eyes shut and kissed back passionately, letting her hand roam his body shyly.
The kiss was intoxicating, and Zoro found himself lost in the heat of the moment. He groaned softly against her lips, his body responding to her touch. He broke the kiss for a moment, their breaths heavy and ragged.
"You're so fucking beautiful.”
She watched as he loosened his tie and smirked at her. She bit her bottom lip and squeezed her thighs together in response to how attractive he looked.
“Mr Zoro…”
Zoro reached out and undid the first button of her shirt, his eyes burning with desire.
"Don’t you think you need to be punished? For flirting with other men, hm?” he questioned, his voice husky with need.
He took of his tie and tied it around her eyes, blindfolding her. She gasped and stayed still, part of her feeling like it was on fire.He trailed his hands over her skin, unbuttoning more of her shirt as he went.
"I can’t believe I get to do this to you.”
She didn’t stop him, after all she did want him in every way. He took this as a sign to continue unbuttoning her shirt. His heart pounded in his chest as he exposed more of her skin to the cool air. His hands were shaking slightly, not from fear or hesitation, but from the overwhelming desire coursing through him.
"You’ve been driving me crazy.”
She gulped visibly and leaned her head back, exposing her naked neck and clavicle. Zoro's fingers brushed against her soft skin, tracing delicate patterns on her skin as he leaned in closer. His lips grazed her neck, his breath warm against her skin.
"You're making this very hard for me," he murmured against her skin.
He leaned down and took one of her nipples in his mouth, flicking his tongue sensually around it. A moan escaped from under her blindfold as she arched her back, offering more of herself to him. Her other nipple hardened at the sensation, begging for the same attention. He chuckled darkly and grazed his teeth against her as he gave her other nipple a pinch.
Her body trembled with anticipation and need. "Zoro," she panted, her voice filled with desire and longing. "Please...”
“Patience sweetheart. I did say that you were going to be punished didn’t I?” He sucked, bit and licked her nipples before lifting her skirt and moved her panties to the side. His rough hands slid over her mound, teasing her sensitive folds with his fingers.
"Look at you, dripping for me to touch you." he growled against her skin. "I'm going to fuck you until you scream, is that okay sweetheart?”
She grinded her hips on his fingers and nodded, begging to feel them inside of her. Unable to resist any longer, Zoro thrust his fingers inside of her, groaning at the feeling of her slick walls squeezing around him.
"You're so tight," he moaned, his pace becoming rougher.
She moaned and bucked her hips faster. It felt so good, she couldn’t even think straight. That however changed as soon as he slipped his fingers out of her, she moaned in protest and she heard something ruffling near her. She felt herself be lifted from the seat by her waist and laid down on the table.
“I think I have some space for dessert.”
Before she could ask what he meant, she felt something wet trail along her pussy. In an instant, she gripped his hair and ground herself against his tongue. Zoro moaned around her clit as he alternated between licking and sucking, loving the way she was writhing against his mouth. He moved to the side, sliding his tongue inside of her as he thrust two fingers inside of her.
“Mr Zoro!" she cried out, her body shaking with pleasure. Her hips bucked against his hands as she came undone, her moans echoing in the empty room.
As she finally came down from her orgasm, Zoro pulled his fingers out of her and stood up. He gave her a wicked grin.
"Now it's my turn." He pushed his pants and boxers down, freeing his already hard cock.
He took off her blindfold and yanked her to his chest.
“Now look at me when I fuck you," he growled, his voice dangerously low. He pushed her chin up, forcing her to meet his eyes as he thrust into her, claiming her body completely. Her body was slick with their combined fluids as he slowly started to pick up speed, slamming into her with a primal groan.
He gripped her hair, pulling her head back as he took what he wanted from her. He peppered kisses and bites on her neck as he pounded mercilessly into her tight hole.
“Do you know how many times I’ve dreamt of fucking you like this?”
She gasped, her body arching into his as he hit her sweet spot. "Mr Zoro…" she moaned, her voice filled with desire and lust.
"T-Too much." she panted, her body trembling under his relentless thrusting.
“Good. Your punishment is cumming over and over again until you can’t think straight, are we clear, princess?”
“Yes," she whimpered, her body throbbing with need. "Please.”
He thrust into her so deep, she swore she could feel him hitting her cervix. She could feel every inch of him pulsating inside of her, claiming her like he would never get to touch her again. His fingers found her clit, rubbing it roughly and sending waves of pleasure through her.
He withdrew from her slowly, only to push back in hard, his muscles rippling as he hit the spot that made her scream out his name. His hips snapped with each hard thrust, driving him deep inside of her.
She held her breath as his balls slapped against her ass in all the right places. She could feel herself getting closer but the pleasure was overwhelming, making it nearly impossible to think straight. Her body tensed, her walls clenching around him in anticipation.
Her cries of pleasure and pain mingled together, echoing through the room. Her climax hit her hard, her body shuddering underneath him. Zoro’s own climax was imminent, his cock throbbing inside her.
“Look at you, you’re such a little slut aren’t you? Pretending to be innocent with those big pretty eyes but here you are, taking dick from your boss like a cumslut.” He chuckled dryly and pushed her against the door, her chest rubbing against the door every time he thrusted into her.
Zoro lightly gripped her neck and fucked her senseless, he wanted to have her like this every day. Everyday whilst everyone outside had no clue what was going on inside. Her eyes widened, both from the pleasure and surprise of his grip on her neck.
She couldn't help but moan loudly, her body arching off the door in response to his rougher actions. "Y-yes, Mr Zoro!”
"That's it, moan my name princess." He groaned out, thrusting harder into her. His grip on her neck tightened slightly, not enough to hurt her but enough to leave a mark if anyone were to find them like this.
She moaned his name, her body trembling from the intense pleasure and the sensation of being taken by him. "Ahh...”
Her eyes rolled back in her head, lost in the pleasure he was giving her. "Mr Zoro!" She cried out, her body shuddering under his rough treatment. She couldn't believe how much she craved this dominance from him. Zoro leaned in, his free hand running up her leg and over her thigh, his fingers finding her clit again.
He circled her clit slowly, teasing her further as he continued to fuck her against the door. "You're mine to claim whenever I want, understand?”
Her body convulsed around his fingers and his cock, her voice barely more than a whimper now. "Y-yes, Mr Zoro!" She panted, her eyes locked onto his. There was no denying the truth in her words—she belonged to him completely.
Feeling her submission, Zoro groaned deeply, his hips snapping faster as he took her roughly against the door.
"And you'll always remember this, won't you?" He asked, his voice thick with lust and possession.
"Y-yes, Mr Zoro," she panted, her voice barely audible over their heavy breaths. "I'll always remember this."
Hearing her confirm his words, Zoro felt a rush of power course through him. He gripped her tighter, biting his bottom lip as he drove deeper into her, claiming her in every sense of the word.
Her cries of pleasure mixed with his name filled the room, echoing off the walls. Her body arched off the door, meeting his brutal thrusts with unyielding desire. This was their dance—one of dominance and submission, pain and pleasure—and she was his perfect partner.
“I’m going to fill you up with my cum, got it?”
"Please, yes!" she whimpered, feeling his thick cock throbbing against her sensitive walls. The thought of him filling her up with his seed sent shivers of anticipation down her spine.
"That's my obedient princess." He groaned out, his voice low and rough with lust as his hips pistoned into her. His pace grew more rapid, his cock sliding in and out of her with brutal speed as he prepared to unleash his seed inside her.
“Fuck! Take my load!”
“Mmph!" She gasped, feeling him pulsing inside of her. His cum filled her up, claiming her in the most intimate way possible. She cried out his name as the intensity of the sensations washed over her.
She screamed, her body shuddering under the pleasure. Every muscle in her body was taut with anticipation as he continued to empty himself into her. His hips bucked wildly against hers, driving him deeper still as he claimed her completely.
"Look at me when you take my cum."
He snarled, yanking her head back by the hair, forcing her to meet his gaze as he exploded inside her. His words snapped her back to reality, and she finally registered the loud grunts of his orgasm echoing around them as his cum shot into her, filling her up and making her sob out his name again.
He pulled out of her and carried her to his chair before sitting down with her in his lap. Panting heavily, she felt him shift her so that she was now sitting in his lap, her legs dangling slightly. Her body trembled from the aftermath of their intense lovemaking, her heart still racing from the sheer intensity of it all.
“So…” she started.
He looked down at her, his eyes dark and smoldering with lust. "So," he drawled, running a rough thumb over her swollen lips, "you just fucked your boss huh?" His voice was rough with satisfaction and pride.
She blushed and hid her face with her hands.
Chuckling softly, Zoro wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer.
“It's alright, I won't fire you.” he teased, his other hand traced gentle patterns on her stomach, trying to soothe her blush. “In fact…from now on, this is your duty.”
He growled low in his throat, nibbling on her earlobe as he started to grind his hard cock against her still-sensitive core.
"Every day during work, you come to my office and let me have my way with you, understood?”
“Y-yes, Mr Zoro," she whispered, shivering in pleasure at the thought of the things he would do to her.
“Good girl." He murmured approvingly before leaning down to capture her lips in a slow, deep kiss that left her reeling. As he held her close, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that from now on, this beautiful woman was his to claim whenever he wanted.
“Oh and your work is actually good, I was just being harsh on you because I wanted to not like you." He admitted sheepishly “I was never planning to fire you, sorry for being rude to you.”
She blushed and cuddled against him, her heart fluttering with happiness. "Thank you, Mr Zoro." She looked up at him, her eyes shining with adoration and desire. "I'm glad I didn't disappoint you.”
“Zoro.”
“Hm?” She looked at him, a little puzzled as to why he was saying his own name.
“Just Zoro.” He smiled at her and captured her lips into a sweet kiss.
"Yes, Zoro," she breathed, returning his kiss eagerly. A warm shiver ran down her spine as he continued to touch her in ways that made her body tremble with anticipation. She was his now, completely and utterly.
"That's a good girl." He whispered against her lips before pulling back to look into her eyes.
"Now, let me drive you home." His tone was both commanding, leaving no room for hesitation or refusal. He wasn’t going to let her get the bus alone, definitely not at this hour. She nodded.
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Once they reached her home, he parked the car carefully. His hand gently guided her out of the vehicle, their connection undeniable. As they stood on her porch, he leaned down and captured her lips once more, his tongue teasing and tasting her mouth.
He pulled away and stroked her hair lightly, “In all seriousness, this wasn’t driven by lust. Well, part of it was… but I do like you. A lot.”
His words sent a shiver down her spine, making her heart race even faster. She looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with desire and a hint of admiration.
"I... I like you too, Zoro…do you want to come inside?" she whispered softly, biting her lower lip nervously. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he took her hand,
"Alright then, let's continue this inside." His voice was sweet but seductive, his grip firm yet gentle.
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As always, feel free to request a fic! :) Here's my third Zoro fic (I cannot stop writing about this man helP RJSGIOEJ) anyway, please lmk if you enjoyed this one! seeing comments on my last few fics made my day (maybe that's why i'm churning out these fics so fast??? LMAO) <3
