Head-on (luffy + Touch)

no one told me funimation brook sounds gay as hell

egghead luffy ❄️🥹🤍

can you guys watch my puppy luffy while i go eat… make sure he doesn’t get into any trouble

messy kisser ace is so heavy on the mind

there’s just something intoxicating about having the full attention of a man like ace, like holding the heart of the sun in your hands. making out with him is a full-body experience with the way he puts his whole soul, his whole being, into it, pulling you into his lap and wrapping his arms around you so you’re as close as possible.

ace kisses a little too messy, a little too feverish, and it’s entirely because he can’t get over the fact that he gets to kiss you at all. he doesn’t even know he’s doing it until you try to pull away and he chases your lips murmuring, “no come back, sweetheart, please. just a little longer.”

it’s even worse when he’s inside you and losing his mind at how warm and tight and wet you are around him. ace fucks into you with slow rolls of his hips, sucking on your tongue when you’re too cockdrunk and fucked out to kiss him back anymore. he’ll try to be helpful and lick at the drool seeping out of the corner of your mouth but just end up getting you even messier cause he’s lost all his coordination.

he thinks you taste the best when you cum, all salty tears and sweet desperation. you cry his name into his mouth, nails scratching down his back as you shake apart in his arms and ace all but melts into you with how fiercely he burns for you. you pour molten gold into the cracks of his soul and make him whole in a way he never thought possible. not for someone like him.

the kisses turn slow and sticky as you come down from your high and maybe he should pull back now, let you catch your breath but the thought of tearing himself away from you is unbearable when you’re so warm and soft against him. it doesn’t even matter that he hasn’t cum yet. as long as you keep kissing him, he has everything he could ever want.

quick loof spread today ^_^

girlfriend (zoro x reader nsfw)

part of my 1600 follower event!

prompt is: show him what you do to me/late at night when the wind is free/we're gonna have to tell him/you'll only be a girlfriend/of mine

18+, mdni, nsfw, wc: 2.6k masterlist || commissions (info)

cw: afab!reader, jealousy, established relationship, law is lowkey a freak, unrequited law x reader, voyeurism, jerking off, eavesdropping, unknowing exhibitionism, dirty talk, law considering using his devil fruit for (actually) nefarious purposes

tagging: @eelnoise @ragethebunny @sanjisprincesswifey @willowhaze26 @kaizokuniichan

Lazy clouds roll overhead, making for an easy and uneventful day at sea.  The soft rock of the ship is soothing, and the ocean mist turns you ticklish as it sprinkles across your face and into your hair.  It was sublimely serene and peaceful—until your crewmates decide to make you the target of their mischief for the afternoon.

“Sanji wants to know what your boyfriend wants for lunch.” Nami asks as she approaches you next to the railing, a wicked grin on her face as Usopp tries his best to suppress a fit of giggles.

Brows knit together as you look at her, perplexed.  “Why?  He knows Zoro will eat just about anything besides chocolate.” you reply, still unsure as to why Sanji was bothering to ask considering he usually made his menus without even thinking to consider Zoro’s opinion, stating that the mosshead is too crude to have a fully developed sense of taste.

“No, not Zoro, your other boyfriend!” she teases, causing you to let out a frustrated sigh and roll your eyes as Usopp cackles.  Trafalgar Law had made himself quite comfortable around you during his temporary stay on the Sunny; it had started with an interest in a coin he was absentmindedly flicking into the air—you used to grade and collect them, after all—and it had devolved into him sticking close to your side, grumbling under his breath that you were the only person on the crew he could tolerate.

“Why am I the Law expert?” you hiss, frustrated and trying to keep your voice down.  Truthfully, at a different, more naïve time in your life, Law’s strange charm and roundabout way of indirectly flirting with you through mumbled half-compliments would have had your wrapped around his finger, but not now; not when you had a support system of people to give you whole, unrestricted, free-flowing love.  Not when you were in an idyllic partnership built on respect and growth.  There was no room in your heart for Law and his cryptic platitudes beyond friendship—not when you were in love with Zoro.

“Because he sits and talks to you with that dopey look in his eyes as if he’s never seen a pretty girl before in his life!  He’s so obvious it’s painful!”  Usopp exclaims, causing you to sigh.  Law considered himself smooth and sneaky, but the way he showed you preferential treatment was beyond glaringly obvious, and considering that nearly everyone else had picked up on it, it was only a matter of time before it spilled over into something that you weren’t quite prepared to deal with yet.

“Which is why I’ve been trying to ignore it.” you say through gritted teeth.  Worry rushes through your veins as you consider the last week or so, replaying each interaction with him in his head to try to decipher if you had been encouraging his budding affections in any way.  Unsatisfied with the vagueness of your conclusion, you reach for external validation. “I’m not doing anything to give him the wrong idea, am I?” you ask them, nervously digging your nails into your forearms.

“You’re just being friendly.” Nami says, reassuring you with a squeeze to your shoulder. “It’s just hilarious to watch him follow you around like a lost puppy.”  You’d liken him more to a miserable wet cat than a puppy, sulking in corners and stealing you away to demand attention when it suited him, craving affection from you, but only on his own terms.  It was a bid for control that was foreign to you and left a bitter distaste in your mouth, especially when you were accustomed to the mutual trust that you and Zoro shared.

“And a bit pathetic.” Usopp adds with a crooked grin.

“You’re one to talk about being pathetic.” Nami chimes in, unable to resist getting in a playful dig at her friend’s expense.

“Hey!” he exclaims, launching the two into a fit of unserious bickering as the sound of heavy boots against the deck approach them.

“Is that moron done with lunch yet?” Zoro asks with a huff, sweaty, fatigued, and irritated after a rough workout.

“Almost!  Or at least he better be—I’m starving too.” you tell him with a smile; the look on your face visibly softens his frustration slightly, turning his anger into a gentle rumble.

“Idiot can’t even stick to a regular schedule.” he growls, leaning against the railing next to you.  As Nami and Usopp remain engrossed in their sidebar conversation, you take the opportunity to softly ask him how his training went, and eagerly drink up each detail.  In return, he wants you to relay him the details of your morning, and you do, with a dreamy smile of your face—a lovestruck look that’s not lost on your fellow crewmates.

“Look at that look in her eyes, it’s probably crushing his poor heart!” Nami whispers to Usopp, gesturing towards Law across the deck, who was slowly strolling towards the kitchen.

“The pain of unrequited love!” Usopp whispers back, tears nearly streaming down his face from both uncontrollable laughter and empathy for the Surgeon of Death’s plight.

“What the hell are you two talking about?” Zoro barks out as he snaps his head towards them.  They both point towards the doorway to the kitchen, where Law’s hat disappears into the room. “Don’t you two have anything better to do?” he asks with a sigh.

“Nope!” Nami chirps, informing him that their course was securely set, and that the schadenfreude she and Usopp derived from watching Law fight a battle he was doomed to lose from the start was the most fun they’ve had in weeks.  Zoro scoffs, appearing indifferent as he rolls his eyes and makes his way towards the kitchen, but the tight grip he keeps around your waist betrays his annoyance and uneasiness as Nami’s words rattle around his head; both of you had considered the way the surgeon clung to you a bit odd, but hearing that other people had noticed it too had made the situation tangible, and suddenly makes Law’s presence next to you at the table unbearable—there was something unsettling about the fact that he would rather see the cook on his knees in front of you, pathetically begging for just one chance, than to have Law at the same table as  you, let alone sitting beside you.

“Something bugging you, mosshead?” Sanji quips with a knowing smirk upon seeing Zoro’s arm wrapped around you.  Frustrated, the swordsman doesn’t dignify him with a response; not in the talking mood, he removes his arm from around your torso in order to shovel food into his mouth and prevent any attempts at small talk.  You’re engrossed in your own food, slurping up the wedding soup that Sanji had prepared for your lunch, ignoring the burns the hot broth leaves on the roof of your mouth.  It was still far too hot for a reasonable person to eat, but as was often the case with Sanji’s cooking it was too good not to.

“Mmm…” you hum contently; the rest of the crew is used to your penchant to moan in delight when stuffing your face with a particularly good meal, but Law is unable to hide the way he stiffens like a board beside you as the sound that escapes your lips rings in his ears.  “Sanji, this is delicious!” you say innocently, with glimmering enthusiasm, causing the cook’s lips to curl up into an appreciative smile and teasingly telling you it would taste even better if you had the patience to wait a while before digging in. 

A few moments pass uneventfully as you scarf down the bread that accompanied your soup, until a sudden sensation running across your outer thigh causes you to nearly leap out of your own skin; peering under the table, the culprit is Law’s leg, pressed against your own.  He’s a tall man, so the need for leg room would be a reasonable excuse, and scrutinizing his face reveals no outward trace of unscrupulous intentions; yet, at the same time he’s so transparent, unable to help himself from bouncing his knee alongside yours, as if desperate for the slightest bit of friction.  The smallest of sighs escapes his lips as you lean away from the touch, confirming your suspicions; the realization makes you echo the sound, frustrated and disappointed that he was unable to be content with the friendship you were willing to offer and was instead so insistent on meddling in a place where he didn’t belong.

His behavior was starting to eat away at your last nerve, and evidently, Zoro shared your sentiment, becoming more possessive than usual when he makes love to you that night.

“Bet he jerks his pathetic cock to the thought of switching places with me…hah…but he doesn’t have the balls to do it.” Zoro whispers, panting into your ear as he snakes an arm underneath you to pull your waist closer; craving to feel your hot skin melt into his, he needs you trapped and caged between his arms, mewling and whimpering out a soft, pretty song as he pounds you into the floor.  “He knows you need something bigger, don’t ya’, pretty girl?” he growls in your ear; it’s gravelly, possessive, and makes you flutter softly around him as you whine out an “Mhm… you feel s’good…” in response.

Lost and drowning in a haze of ecstasy, neither of you notice the soft blue light enveloping the room, nor the muffled, strangled gasps coming from outside the door as Law drags his hand down his cock, imagining burying himself inside you instead.  For a brief moment, he does consider switching places with you, picturing the way your eyes would be blown wide with shock—shock that he’d fuck out of you until you’re drooling out the corner of your mouth and whimpering his name like a prayer.  But as much as he desires it, burning up for you so much that he barely knows what to do with himself, he knows he can’t—it’s too twisted and dark; however, he can’t bring himself to dispel the room that he’s cast.  He bargains with himself to come up with a justification to flick his wrist and take you that wouldn’t make him a monster—that wouldn’t turn you away from him entirely; it’s beyond tempting to give into his urges when one simple movement is all that separates him from the warmth of your core swallowing his cock whole.  Choking back a groan as he fists himself, he wonders if, even for the briefest of moments, the mention of him made your mind go dark, fantasizing about having his cock deep inside of you.  He wonders if he could get away with just a taste, switching places for just a fraction of a second—neither of you would notice a thing, and he would finally get his fix, and the opportunity to tremble at the tight, wet grip of your walls around him.

But he knows a moment wouldn’t be enough for him—not even close.  He knows his length would be able to reach depths of you that Zoro never could, and he wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to break you in, scramble your mind, and leave you unable to be dripping and wanting for anyone else but him.  His wrist is twitching, wavering in tandem with his resolve; he’s moments away from tipping over the edge, the word shambles at the tip of his tongue, until a soft whining of Zoro’s name vibrates through the door, the word dripping with neediness and devotion.  The sound leaves the bitter taste of bile at the back of Law’s tongue and his room falls apart, a crushing reminder that he’s alone, in a dark hallway that leads to the aquarium bar, jerking himself off in the middle of the night while Zoro gets to indulge in the comfort of your flesh.

Zoro’s name is hot on your tongue as he delivers you to burning red ecstasy, his calloused fingers rubbing circles into your aching bud as he ruts into you.  “Need you, only need you, Zoro…” you murmur as blood rushes to your face, pooling in your cheeks as you pulse around him, mind shattered and vulnerable, only for him.  The flutter of your walls makes him pull you even closer, sinking his teeth into your neck as you bury your face into the throw pillow on the ground in front of you and whimper.

“So good for me—you take it so good for me.” he mumbles; the sight of you falling apart underneath him lights a fire in soul that makes him give it to you harder—Law can hear the smack of his hips against yours through the door as he smears buds of precum across the tip of his cock with his palm.  Limp and pliant as tingles of electricity continue to dance through your skin, you’re his, to have and to hold as he sees fit.

He knows your body like the rough, weathered palms of his hand, and in turn you know his; the intoxicating way he ruts into you, filling you until you can’t think straight, along with the tremble in his thighs lets you know he’s close.  He holds you tight, the flesh of your back melting into his broad chest as he cums deep inside you, as if you’ll vaporize into thin air if he lets you go.  The simple sensation of him wrapped around you is enough to get drunk on, and you silently wish you could stretch this moment out for an eternity.

“I love you.” you murmur to him as he crashes from his high, slowly regaining control of his breathing.

It’s soft and hushed, a raw rasp in your voice as your words blanket the room in an intimate sweetness, the kind that pulls on heartstrings so harshly that the rest of the world slips away.  As Zoro echoes your sentiment, whispering a love you too in your ear and burying his head into the crook of your neck to savor the moment, Law selfishly twists your words in his mind, filling in the gaps and imagining them whispered to him instead.

“I love you, Law.”

Though it’s a mangled, manufactured creation of his own mind, he doesn’t care; just the concept of the words rolling off your tongue as you cry out for him is enough to make him spill his seed all over his jeans as he violently fucks his hand.

“I love you, Law...”

The words tumble in his head, bouncing off the walls of his skull as he comes down from his high, tormenting him.  He needs them to be real, to hear them spoken to him in hushed tones in quiet places hidden away from the world; he needs you to want him, to yearn for him, to crave him, to love him.

But you don’t.

You love Zoro.

At breakfast the next morning, Law stretches his legs underneath the table, lightly grazing his thigh against yours in the process; it’s intentional as it always is, the guilt and shame of his voyeurism doing nothing to dampen his futile attempts to sway you.

You jerk away from his touch, tilting your legs to your left, towards Zoro.  So close, but so far, it’s infuriating enough to make him clench his jaw so hard he nearly breaks a tooth.

When you’re still hungry after finishing your plate, he quietly offers you the remnants left on his plate—he can barely stomach food at the moment anyways, not when he’s plagued with visions of you splayed out and spread open underneath another man.

Though he knows he can’t have you, Law can’t help but continue to give you his scraps.

hii 💓 can i get a fluff drabble of zoro realizing reader (preferably fem reader) is the person he wants to spend the rest of his life if, like when and how would the realization hit him?

only if u want too! thank you for you amazing works 🎀

Hi pretty! Thanks for your request and your nice words. I hope you enjoy this ♡

Revelation

Roronoa Zoro x fem!reader

Zoro has a revelation.

note: feels and fluff. sfw. established relationship. cw: 1,1k

Zoro is very aware of himself, especially that he's not an emotional person, more logical and calculating. Years of training have made him a disciplined and self-demanding man. He knows that emotional outbursts only lead to desperation, and desperation to defeat. And Zoro would never lose to anyone again. So why did he feel like such a loser around you?

It's a damn mystery how all the confidence and strength disappears from his body when you're around, especially when you look at him that way and smile so warmly. How your hands held him with so much grace and how your kisses tore him from hell and raised to the gates of heaven. He still wonders how you accepted a man like him being by your side.

At first Zoro tried everything in his power to be stronger in front of you, even leaving his pride aside and asking for the help of Sanji, the person with the most experience in that kind of thing he knows, to understand his own mind. But that is not functional, his words and mockery made no sense. Zoro couldn't fall in love, he thought back then. Zoro couldn't be in love with you. It was silly, but… But it was, and as much as he wanted to deny it or ignore it, his heart only seemed to beat for you since the revelation of his feelings. He didn't believe you would be able to reciprocate his feelings, and he would like to say that he was brave enough to accept that, but that would be a vile lie. Your rejection terrified him more than fighting a dragon. The thought of losing you in some way still terrifies him today. Luckily for him, his feelings were never one-sided.

He remembers when his feelings were exposed thanks to jealousy. The crew had just helped an island and that night they celebrated with a banquet at dusk. Zoro was standing next to the older men drinking in peace, enjoying the alcohol and the adults' stories, but his eyes kept turning to your figure. The summer dress danced gracefully with every move you made as you danced with Nami and the villagers together. Your laughter reached his ears like the sweet melody of sirens to sailors, but instead of taking him straight to an atrocious death, you lifted him to heaven. Everything was going perfectly, until Sanji asked you to dance, the bitterness of jealousy invaded him, but it was only the tip of the iceberg. After the curly eyebrow walked away from you a line of men waited their turn to dance with you, each one more daring than the last. Zoro couldn't take it anymore. The alcohol felt tasteless in his mouth, which led him to drink too much, so much so that he found himself walking towards you, dragging your body away from the center of the men.

It was a great relief that you took it with fun, letting yourself be guided away from everyone, corresponding to his hungry kiss with the same passion. And that the next day you would greet him with a small kiss on the lips. Since then both were in a relationship. No words or formalities were necessary, your connection went beyond that.

He is proud to be your man and to be able to call you his woman. His own body, soul and mind belong only to you.

That day he woke up early in the morning, the sun was just rising in the East. His body was warm thanks to yours pressed against his side. His arms held you firmly and his hand came up to run over your face. The sensation that invaded him felt like a blow, the sensation that led him to bring you as close as he could to his body and breathe in your smell. It was a mixture of desperation, fear, longing and love all together and it left a nostalgic taste in his chest.

Now that his gaze was on you, he returned to that feeling. Sitting at the top of the crow's nest, the sunset highlights your silhouette and illuminates your face. You're wearing a ruffled white blouse that makes you look like you're a mere figment of his imagination. No one could look like that in reality. Except you did. You do. You are very real and that terrified him beyond belief. The sensation became more intense, but also lighter.

As if Zoro had called you with his mind, hears you scream his name and his throat goes dry. Oh, lord. His name on your lips sounds like the song of the birds at dawn, the light breeze of the evening, like the sound of the calm sea against the shore of the beach. His heart feels weak. With your hand you invite him to climb, and despite the distance, he can see how delicate they are. Hands made for softness, for caresses and love. Zoro thinks about his own hands, big, rough, full of calluses and scars. His hands weren't made to hold yours, he thought like a revelation. And the idea hurt like a stab in the back. As you are made for worship and he… He was willing to worship you from afar.

Think about how you belong up there, tall and glorious, like a holy goddess to whom he would pray every dawn and every dusk. How he belonged down there, to the mundane and cruel world, where he would be a faithful devotee of your image.

Zoro wants to spend the rest of his life admiring you. He wants to spend the rest of his life with you. The feeling in his chest disappears with a smile on his face. He loves you. He loves you for life. And it's terrifying and so wonderful at the same time. He loves you, a lot.

You tilt your face, noticing Zoro's gaze. It seems like he's looking past you, and you allow yourself to get lost in his image. You can't deny it, you have accepted it from the first moment, Zoro is in your eyes a man worthy of praise. His determination, loyalty, bravery and his heart of gold, hidden behind that great armor with a serious and stoic face, have stolen your soul. You can feel your eyes fill with eyes, your chest full of love. And you go down quickly until you reach him. He awaits you with open arms, with a face full of peace and love. Think that the way you get closer is what it feels like to be close to heaven. It is an image you will treasure for the rest of your life. You love Zoro with all your heart and soul.

“What's wrong Zoro?” you ask softly, holding his face in your hands, kissing the tip of his nose.

“Nothing,” he answers, taking your hands in his. They fit perfectly. “I just had a revelation.”

Monkey D. Luffy Confessing His Love For You Would Include...

Request: Hi! I absolutely loved your Straw Hat Birthday post 💖 genuinely didn't fancy Luffy until I read that and now can't stop thinking about him! I saw you wanted to write another post for him so how about a classic How Would Luffy Confess/Show His Feelings for you? I just know he'd be an absolute clingy weirdo about it 🤩 thank you!!

Awww thank you lovely!! SO glad to be sharing the Luffy love, and you're so right, he would be so clingy!! :)

Imagines always take a lot of planning and time to write, so comments are much much appreciated!!

(I do not own One Piece or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @general-cyno.)

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Look, Luffy HAD to release his feelings for you. Right now. If not for the fact that every time he was in a ten centimetre radius of you his whole body shook with such perfervid vibrations he's nearly left a gaping hole in the deck, Zoro's clenched jaw was dead giveaway that he was ten seconds from lobbing his Captain off the side of the ship.

If he had to hear about it one more time. It was bad enough Mr. Curly Brows finding his way to butt into every conversation: placing down his whisk so he could clasp his hands to his cheek and turn to Luffy with such pulsing hearts catapulting out of his eyes at the mere thought of romance. Even worse was being subjected to Luffy's tireless campaign; the incessant drilling of Luffy in trying to make sure every crewmate knew his every inner, cogitating... sappy thoughts about you was starting to eat into Zoro's much needed nap time.

On second thoughts, hearing solely Luffy talk about romance was far better than hearing both he and the waiter prattle on about it.

Zoro placed his palms over his eyes and tried to block out the way the cook had begun fanning himself with the bottom edge of his apron. 'You need to woo them, Luffy! Make them feel like they're the most stunning person in the whole world- the most important crewmate on this ship!'

Luffy took a break from tearing apart the third plate of roasted beef and fresh bread poor Sanji had spent all afternoon sweating in the kitchen to bake to glance down at the meat quizzically. No - not quizzically, much to Zoro's chagrin. Luffy's eyes widened; his head tilted as he rubbed his fingers together and let his meal clatter back onto the plate, his eyes brightening as if he were burnishing all the world's sunsets between his hands.

He looked yearning.

What Zoro didn't understand - heck, what even Luffy himself didn't understand, was how long this long-held devotion had been balling in the pit of his stomach like gilded butterflies, trying to flutter out through his ever-growing smile. After his dejection at Shank's departure from Dawn Island, you had been the only person left in Luffy's life whom he still felt hope from. The only person, besides the kind Makina, who didn't treat Luffy and his dreams like a whimsical joke.

When you had found him on the shore of the coast that day: his legs shivering as he ignored the chill splash of the tide soaking over his legs, his straw hat hanging sorrowfully over his eyes, you knew immediately that all Luffy needed was a little bit of optimism. A little bit, as you stepped over the shards of splintered wood that you could only make out as the remains of a makeshift mast, of belief. As you folded your legs down on the sand and settled next to your friend and gently took the torn Jolly Roger flag from his clenched hands, that what Luffy really needed was your unwavering devotion.

Little did you know, as Luffy turned with bleary eyes and that - god - that still so tender smile twitching at his lips when he spots you, that he was thinking exactly the same. As you grasped his hand between your own and pointed out to the horizon, promising that one day the two of you would sail away underneath that spot: right there. That one! That little spot: those wavering streaks of shimmering gold that lay like a transcendental passage underneath the orbed sun, you could never have realised that Luffy would only reflect your adoration tenfold.

'Wherever we go, we go together right? You won't leave me?', Luffy has asked, wiping his snotty nose with the back of your intertwined knuckles.

'Of course! I promise, Luffy', you had recoiled with a laugh, wiping it off on his vest.

Luffy's so uncharacteristically still, so silent for a moment, that Zoro's almost tempted to shout for Chopper. 'They are!', he finally shouts, nearly making the table clatter onto its side with how fervidly his knee jolts. For a moment, Luffy looks almost sad as he drops the last piece of beef back onto his plate, but his spine is quick to shoot as straight as an arrow again: his wide grin blooming across his face like roped starlight when he remembers what he had been so busy thinking about mere moments before. And every hour before that. And every single day before that as well. You.

You had always been an integral part of his dream, and now he was beginning to understand why.

'I can't stop thinking about them!', he declares, much to a chuckling Sanji's delight and a groaning Zoro's annoyance. 'They're more beautiful than all of the meat in all of the entire seas!'

Zoro pinches his temples lightly before rubbing his hands down his face and crossing them stoutly over his chest. Sanji's quick to scowl over at him. Leaning back on his stool, the first mate sighs as he watches Luffy whip his head between his two cremates like a puppy whose just been tossed a juicy bone.

'What do I do now!'

'Just... don't... don't say that to them. The beef part. The rest of it's fine.'

Sanji clucks his tongue at the swordsman, desperately trying to hold back a seething retort. Instead, he turns his attention back to his Captain, coming to clean up his plate and reassuringly pat his shoulder at the same time. 'Don't worry, Luffy. You just need to show them that you care! Spend some quality time with them, shower them with gifts, offer them your hand when they're disembarking the ship... ', Sanji's eyes glaze over as he bites his bottom lip, and Zoro tries desperately to restrain himself from picking up the bowl soaking in the sink and dumping it over the moron's head. 'Such beautiful creatures should be treated with the upmost devotion.'

The only problem with Sanji's advice is, that Luffy somehow manages to become a thousand times clingier when he finally realises he's in love.

You'll be minding your own business: trying to eat dinner with your friends when you'll sense something sprightly and warm barrelling towards your side. Before you can even register why Nami's stopped chewing on a chunk of torn bread to wiggle her eyebrows facetiously at you, the jut of Luffy's chin weighs down on your shoulder. You flush, trying not to embarrass yourself in front of your crewmates (and losing your bet with Nami to see whether you or Luffy will cave in first and kiss the other one silly), you pretend to be intently stabbing at your carrots. Definitely not squirming your legs together under the table at the feel of Luffy's jean shorts riding up the edge of your thigh. Definitely not inadvertently hitching your breath as the harsh edge of his knee bumps against your own, his leg resting heavily as he your Captain nearly climbs on top of you. And definitely, definitely not feeling your hands go clammy with the intensity of Luffy's puppy dog eyes fixedly contemplating the faint splatter of blush on the cheek nearly pressed against his nose: as if mapping out the intricacies of your body was the most interesting thing he'd ever done.

'Y/n!', he finally starts, making you jump up. Nami was not impressed when your leg reflexively kicked out and hit her shin, but you Luffy was more than delighted when you slunk it back with an apologetic smile and hit the side of his big toe. Without a second thought, he wrapped his foot around your ankle under the table and nuzzles his forehead against your jaw. 'You've been training so much with Zoro lately, I saved you some of my meat so you can get big and strong like me!'

*Cue the shocked gasps from Usopp and Sanji, the controlled exhale from Zoro as he tilted his head back against the porthole and closed his eyes, and the self-congratulatory smirk from Nami.*

'I also borrowed some cookies from Sanji! They're super chocolatey. I tried a few to make sure that you'd like them!'

'Hey, those weren't for you!', Sanji bites his tongue and flops his tea towel down onto the table, but Luffy's too busy inadvertently ignoring the cook to care. His sole focus is on the sweet delight that blooms across his face at the thoughtful gesture as he fumbles some half-broken cookies out of his pockets.

'Sorry', he murmurs as he places them into your hand. 'I got a bit hungry and ate some of them.'

'On your way from the counter to the bench?', Usopp asks.

'Yeah, what is that? Like, ten steps?', Nami teases, but the words don't even register in Luffy's whirring mind. He's far, far too busy trying to stop his heart from pouring out of his gaping mouth like choking saltwater, he's blubbering so much. His fingers shake as he splits the last cookie from his vest in half and - as gently as he can - prods it against the plumpness of your closed lips. Once you've started chewing, you decide to return the favour; you barely half to lift the other half of the cookie before Luffy's nipping at your fingers like an energetic snapping turtle. When your pointer finger accidentally enters his mouth though, and brushes against that warm velvety spot lining the inside of his bottom lip, he freezes; the faint taste of sugar of toffee melts off your skin and against his tongue, and the usually so assured man forgets, for a second, how to breath.

It's only when your finger pulls back to wipe a few stray crumbs away from his Cupid Bow that Luffy finally springs.

'Y/n, let me get your crumbs too!' He leans forward with crinkled eyes almost closed painfully tight and pursed lips. Whether he was going to kiss or lick the crumbs off your face you'll never know, because at that exact moment Sanji tackles Luffy to the floor before he could get any closer.

Just want to warn you in advance: if you want to sleep alone, you'll have to bribe Nami into keeping watch outside of your room every night. Or you'll have to sneak off and try and stowaway in some old oaken kipper barrel under deck (although the stench is so bad you couldn't sleep anyway, and Luffy went wandering around the pantry for a midnight snack that he lifted the lid and found you anyway.) Because the only preparation you'll get before being launched into your hammock is the pounding of his sandals making the gunwales shake, and the slight pant of his famished breath before your door is kicked open.

'Y/n! I can't sleep! Can I come snuggle with you? Captain's orders!'

You don't mind though, and even if Luffy can be incredibly clingy, if you told him no he would feel sad, but he would always respect your wishes. It would be the worst thing in the world for him to hurt you in any way - seeing you upset feels like his heart is being clawed out of his chest, because in a way it is.

There's barely any time to plop your book down onto the floor and hold your hands out to Luffy before you're flung into the air like a ragdoll, his rubbery arms wrapping five times around your abdomen as if he were growing sunflower roots from his fingers: winding the roots around to kiss your body, rooting his blooms within your skin. Embedded together until you were almost sharing the same breath, Luffy passes out almost immediately; he spends the whole night snoring with his nose squished just under your eye, but you can barely sleep with the way he keeps rubbing butterfly kisses against your cheek every so often. It doesn't help that he keeps whining desperately in his sleep - his already clenching and unclenching fingers leaving their home in your side to claw at your thighs and lift them closer to his bellybutton. His dragging lips left a wet trail against the pulse point as he burrowed himself further against you, only settling again when the heavy weight of his legs squirm in between your own.

One time you were spending the afternoon wandering through the delightful market square of Seahorse Shore: the sweet smell of jasmine blooms woven between sun streamed lattices was matched only by the warm sound of Sanji's friendly chatter as he walked beside you, stopping from time to time to pick up and squeeze a rare fruit.

You froze when you heard something: an echoing pounding, like an elephant stampeding away from a wild hurricane that whipped at its tail, before someone jumped on your back.

You were about to toss the guy head over ass onto the ground, when you heard the delighted shrill of Luffy's frantic voice ringing against the shell of your ear.

'I missed you so much today! Mmmh, you smell so good, like meat and flowers!'

'Luffy, how did you get back here so quickly?? You were at the opposite end of the island!'

'He followed his nose back to you.' Zoro just turned around, deciding to take his chances getting lost down the billion white sun-bleached cobblestone alleyways on this twisty island than to stay watching the two of you be all lovey-dovey for another second. Gosh, by all the seas even Sanji yelped when he you stumbled forward, steadying yourself by wrapping your fingers behind the raised kneecaps Luffy had haphazardly thrown around your hips. The man hugged onto you like a koala bear backpack, because he had been apart from you for... hmm... twenty minutes?

He's always dragging you off for some big, wild adventure, I don't know, there's just something about the two of you sitting under the speckled shade of an orange tree with interlocked arms, a few fireflies beginning to peek their heads out from between the stout leaves, like honey dripping down from bowed boughs as you leaned against each other, watching the sunset. You were here. You had made it. You were free.

And most importantly, you were together.

Luffy lunges for your hand and starts pointing at the grass swaying between your shoes, excitedly telling you about all the bugs and beetles running around the soil (to Luffy, a big part of love is trying to share what you're passionate about with each other.) He does lift up a stag beetle at one point and places it on your hand, but he starts to panic when the insect frantically starts scurrying up your arm. Somehow you end up face down in the dirt with Luffy leaning over your back; the buttons of his Hawaiian shirt sway over your spine as his chest heaves, his lips dangerously close to being only a few centimetres away from landing on your shoulder blade. You would have blushed at the proximity if you weren't too busy picking grass blades out of your hair, and trying to help Luffy's stretchy arms unloop themselves from under your armpits.

When Luffy gets to flop his head back down into your lap though, feeling you card your fingers through his hair, all is right in the world again. For a while, the two of you just exist: watching the sunset brew violet and lilac gleams across your eyeline, talking about your latest adventure against Captain Kuro at Syrup Village and playing with each others shaky fingers. Its only when you take a break from stroking his curly hair against your palm that he stops and pouts, blinking rapidly up at you. When you lean forward though, tickling that soft spot between his earlobe and the cute freckle by his jaw using your free hand to pluck a daisy from behind the rim of his hat and tuck it through the loop, a bashful burn shines across his face.

Before he can think twice, he musters his courage and determination, squeezes his eyes shut, and lifts his spine up so he can plant a wet kiss against the tip of your nose.

Your eyes flash as you pull back, tenderly rubbing your nose against his. Cupping his cheek, you press a kiss against his forehead and fold your enclosed hands against the rapid pulse of your heart. Your eyes never leave his, and his eyes trace your path in... confusion?

I mean, the two of you have been in love with each other since you were ten years old, and this is the first time Luffy's brain has stopped to think: 'Hey! Maybe Y/n likes me too!'

The real time he surprises you though is when he plops his hat on top of your head. You'd been caught up fighting some Marines off the coast of the Conomi Islands, and had unfortunately been struck down by a rather forceful cannon ball to the side of the Going Merry's railings. When Luffy bust down into the Medbay, you'd never seen such clouds thunder across his face. His whole body seemed to sag once he spotted you, his eyebrows unfurrowing as he almost tripped over his own feet in his desperation to get to you.

'I... I was so worried. I saw that Marine hit you, and I-

For once, Luffy stops talking. Instead, he takes his hat and places it over your tired eyes, hoping you won't see how flustered he looks when he leans down to press his lips against the top of your bandaged arm.

'You- you promised', his voice wavers as if he's about to start sobbing, but he hides the noise by wiping his nose with his forearm. 'You promised you'd stay with me. Always.'

'I meant it Luffy - I'm a Strawhat Pirate, you can't get rid of me that easily. What would my helpless Captain do without me?', you smile, brushing the back of your knuckles languidly down his the growing tearstains of his cheek, despite how much your whole body screamed at you to rest.

'Promise?', he asks, his voice shaky.

'I promise.'

He didn't have to say it. You both knew. You had always known. There was no one without the other. There was no dream without you.

So when he clumsily slapped his hands on either side of your cheek, smushing them together so you looked like a blabbering pufferfish, you weren't surprised. When he nearly sent the stretcher you were perched on rolling across the room by standing between your legs and pressing his torso up against your chest, you didn't blink. When he smashed his lips against yours, leaving kitten licks against the inner seam of your mouth as if he were trying to eat his way into your tongue, you didn't think twice.

All you did was kiss him back, the unwavering devotion that had always tied your lives together finally finding freedom by flooding into your hearts.

Heaven

Both reader and luffy are virgins who've been dating for a little while. Luffy's been ready for a while cause I don't see luffy viewing sex as that big of a deal in his mind (he's so into physical contact that I don't think he'd be nervous for sex, I just think he'd be excited to be that close to someone. does that make sense? idk it makes sense in my head lmfao), but reader's been hesitant so they've waited until now when reader is ready

Pairing: Monkey D. Luffy x afab!reader

WC: 2.2k

CW: established relationship, groping, oral (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), virginity loss (both), unprotected penetrative sex, soft sex, it's really quite sweet/cute, kinda sappy ending

18+ MDNI

500 follower event

You giggle, tightening your arms around Luffy’s neck as he carries you to the bedroom. The look on his face is eager and focused as he walks you straight past the rest of the crew, ignoring them.

You burry you face in the crook of his neck to hide your blush, shaking your head in affectionate annoyance. His arms tighten around you as he steps over the threshold to your bedroom. He kicks the door shut behind him and drops you onto the bed, pausing for a moment to grin.

You blush harder, self-conscious despite your fully clothed state. You avert your gaze, scooting back to rest against the pillows. Your movement breaks Luffy’s trance, and he crawls after you.

His arms cage you in as he leans down, pressing his lips to yours. Your arms wrap around his neck of their own accord as you tilt your head up to meet him. Your lips meet his eagerly, a moan escaping you as his hips grind into yours.

You can feel his smile against your lips as he repeats the movement, drawing another moan from you. Your lips part, deepening the kiss as you feel your arousal build.

Your hand tangles into his hair, pulling his face closer to yours, reveling in the way his tongue meets yours. His hips continuing to grind against yours sparks a deeper need in you, your arousal growing.

You break the kiss, blinking your eyes open to meet his. He looks dazed, his eyes focusing on your swollen lips.

“Luffy,” You breathe, your flush deepening. You’re speaking faster than your brain can catch, the words spilling out of you. “I’m ready for more. I- I’m ready for. Um. All of it.”

It takes a moment for the words to register, giving you time to squirm, suddenly self-conscious once more. When your words click, his eyes snap up to yours, a grin spreading across his face.

“Yeah?”

You nod, biting your lip nervously. Neither you nor Luffy had ever had sex before. You knew it wasn’t a big deal for him. He’d been ready from the moment he met you. You were the one who’d been hesitant, and to your relief he had never pressed the issue, patiently waiting for you to be ready.

His lips crash against yours, kissing you with renewed excitement. You gasp, and he takes advantage of your parted lips to push his tongue into your mouth, tangling it messily with yours. He breaks the kiss as suddenly as he started it, cheeks flushed and eyes dark with lust.

“You’re absolutely certain? I gotta hear you say it again, sweets.”

“I’m sure.” You whisper, squirming under his uncharacteristically intense gaze. “I’m ready to have sex with you. I want it.”

He beams, littering wet kisses all over your face. It makes you giggle, and you try half-heartedly to swat him away. The act only makes him laugh, too.

“Good, sweets. I’m ready too. Oh, this is gonna be great!” His face is lit up with excitement, and you recognize the single-minded focus in his eyes.

He works his way down your body, leaving kisses and red marks in his wake. Your shirt’s been pushed up to expose our bra. His lips are on your stomach, right above your waistband. His dark eyes flick up to yours once more, hand hovering over the button of your pants, waiting for your permission to pull them off.

You nod, lifting your hips to make it easier as he yanks your pants and underwear off in one move, too quick for you to register. Before you have the chance to be embarrassed by your exposed state, Luffy’s repositioning himself between your thighs, shifting your legs open and continuing his kisses across the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs.

You gasp, a hand coming down to tangle in his messy hair. Your eyes are dazed as you use your other arm to prop yourself up enough to watch him. His hair tickles your inner thighs, so close to your heat that it makes you squirm. His hands tighten on your legs, holding you still.

He bites gently into your thigh, making you whimper. It doesn’t hurt, it only serves to heighten your need. He reluctantly pulls away, tilting his head to meet your gaze.

“Can I taste you?”

“Can you– what?” You choke out, caught off guard by the intensity in his eyes.

“Taste you.” He repeats. “I wanna eat your pussy.”

Your jaw drops at his shamelessly lewd words. He continues looking up at you, patiently waiting for your answer. The look in his eyes paired with your almost painful arousal has you nodding, giving him permission.

Luffy doesn’t hesitate, rubbery tongue licking a stripe between your folds. You choke out a cry, hand tightening in his hair as your head falls back. He groans at the taste of you, the vibration through your sensitive pussy making you whimper.

His lips latch around your clit, sucking it into his mouth. Meanwhile, a single finger circles your tight hole. It pushes inside of you slowly, making you gasp. You’d used your own fingers on yourself before, but his stretched you in a new way.

The combination of his mouth on your sensitive clit and his finger breaching your tight hole has your orgasm approaching embarrassingly fast.

His finger is longer than your own, and when he crooks it upwards, he makes contact with the spot inside of you that you’d never been able to reach.

Your head spins as a cry leaves you, your orgasm slamming into you suddenly. He grins against your clit, continuing to rub the spongey spot inside of you as your walls clench around him. Your orgasm is more powerful than you’d ever known, you back arching off the bed as your whole body shakes.

You come down slowly, muscles weak as you try to push him away, the overstimulation making you whine. He obeys reluctantly, pouting as he pushes himself up to kneel between your thighs. He brings the finger drenched with your arousal up to his lips. You can do nothing but watch with wide eyes as he sucks the finger into his mouth, shutting his eyes with a content moan.

“Fuck, you taste so good.”

Your breath comes out in heavy gasps as you watch. You quickly feel yourself getting wet again, craving the feeling of being full once more.

“Luffy,” You whimper, unable to form a complete thought at the moment.

He grins, always knowing what you need. His arms bracket your head again as he leans down, kissing you again. You can taste yourself on his tongue, the lewdness of it making your head spin.

He breaks the kiss, pulling you up enough to tug your shirt over your head. He tosses it on the floor, your bra quick to follow. He lays you back down, large hand groping your breast as he kisses you again.

Your legs wrap around his waist, dragging his hips against yours. You break the kiss with a pout, raking your gaze over him.

“What’s wrong?” He asks breathlessly.

“You’re still fully dressed.”

He laughs, shaking his head and pushing himself back up to kneeling. He tugs his vest off so quickly you can’t help but laugh. You push yourself up, reaching a hand out to trace over the lines of his scar.

He unbuttons his shorts, tugging them down as much as he can before laying back down over you and kicking them the rest of the way off. You laugh harder, shaking your head at him. He grins dumbly back at you, leaning forward for another kiss.

He has one hand wrapped around his cock, rock-hard and leaking. His other hand is placed next to your head to keep him up. You watch in awe as he drags his thumb over the tip of his cock, spreading the precum and using it to ease his movements as he pumps his cock slowly.

He takes in your parted lips and wide eyes, and pauses. “We can stop, if you want.”

You shake your head immediately. “Please don’t. I want this. I want you. So badly, Luffy.”

A wide smile spreads across his face once more, and he nods. He rubs his cock through your folds slowly, covering it in your juices. You gasp every time his tip nudges your clit, and you don’t miss the way that makes him smirk.

He takes a deep breath, finally nestling his cock against your hole. His eyes move up to meet yours once more, the intimacy of the moment growing. He leans down, resting his forehead against yours as he carefully pushes his cock into your tight hole.

A gasp escapes you at the first stretch, your hands flying up to brace against his shoulders. He pauses with only the tip inside of you, giving you a moment to adjust. You nod when you’re ready, tapping his shoulder as well.

He presses his lips to yours again in a soft, sweet kiss as he pushes his cock further into you. The stretch of it burns, though to your relief it doesn’t truly hurt. You shift slightly as he pauses again, adjusting yourself into a more comfortable position.

“You doing okay?” He asks quietly, his voice strained.

You nod, peeling your eyes open to meet his gaze. “I’m good, Luff. You?”

“Really good. Really, really good. Fuck, sweets. You feel so perfect around my cock,” He babbles, pushing himself up to look down at where you’re joined. “So wet and warm. And you’re squeezing me so fucking well. God, it’s fucking heaven.”

You moan softly at his words, using your grip on his shoulders to pull him down into a heated kiss. Your legs wrap tightly around his waist, opening yourself up more for him.

He carefully pushes the rest of the way into you with a groan. The burn quickly fades into pleasure as he holds still, uncharacteristically patient as he waits for your sign to move. You’re starting to agree with him. The feeling of fullness you have with his cock inside of you is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. He keeps his forehead against yours, breaths mingling as you take a moment to revel in the closeness.

“Move, Luffy,” You whisper, the need for more growing in you quickly.

He nods, pulling his forehead off of yours as he pulls out slowly, leaving only the tip inside. He pushes back in, just as slow. The drag of his cock against your walls makes you sigh. He repeats his movements, slowly picking up speed until he finds a steady rhythm.

He moves one of his hands over to grab your thigh, gripping it tightly and tugging it away from his waist. He shifts his hand into the underside of your thigh, pushing it into the mattress and opening you up more for him.

The shift in positions has the head of his cock perfectly brushing your g-spot with every thrust. You moan, tossing your head back as you feel the knot in your stomach tighten.

His lips connect with yours once more in a bruising kiss. It’s messy and uncoordinated as both of you spiral towards your climaxes.

Your orgasm hits you suddenly. Your vision goes black from the intensity of it all, a loud cry tearing out of you. Your back arches, your tits pressing into his scarred chest as he pulls his lips away from yours, trailing messy wet kisses over your jaw and neck.

His hips stutter as he feels your walls clenching around him, squeezing his cock and pushing him over the edge of his own orgasm.

Your fluttering walls milk his cum out of him as you shake with the aftershocks of your high. He buries himself as deep as possible into you, his hips flush with yours as he grinds them against you. His moans are muffled as he buries his head into the crook of your neck. You can feel his cock twitching inside of you as his seed spills out of him, filling you up.

You both come down slowly. Your hand strokes his hair lazily as he peels his face away from your neck, a dopey smile on his lips that no doubt matches your own.

His lips meet yours in a slow, gentle kiss. He pulls away, looking down at where you’re still joined. He pulls out slowly, but it still makes you wince. His eyes watch you carefully, making sure he’s causing you any real pain.

You sigh softly as he finally pulls free of you, the emptiness you’re left with making you pout. Luffy’s quick to kiss the pout away, making you smile instead.

“How do you feel?” He looks nervous, eyes raking over your body as if he can read your thoughts in your body language.

Your hands reach out to cup his cheeks, forcing his eyes to meet yours as your smile widens. “I feel really good. That was perfect, Luff.” He grins, finally rolling off of you and collapsing onto the bed next to you with a laugh. “I think so too. I wanna do it again. Often.” You laugh, turning your head so that you’re looking at him. “I like that plan.”

He turns his head too, meeting your eyes, “I love you.”

Your smile is bright enough to drown out the sun as you laugh and say, “I love you, too.”

(´ε｀ )♡ Thinkin about a very clingy Zoro

CW: Sort of Yandere/Nonestablished Relationship. Noncon/dubcon. Fem!Reader

He's not vocal about his clinginess, more of a action man instead. Since you were first accepted in the crew, he wasn't all that welcoming compared to the rest of the crew. Especially Sanji who quickly warmed up to you, making you your favorites dishes and drinks on the night to celebrate your arrival in the crew. You were playing around with Chopper and Usopp when you felt someone sit in the seat right next to you, looking to your left you find the green-haired swordsman chugging down a mug of beer.

His eye lazily glanced down at you with his one good eye, slamming down his mug, making you jump a bit in your seat. He raised an eyebrow at that.

"Didn't think our new crewmate would be so jumpy." He snorted, making your face heat up and your blood boil a bit. Usopp waves him off, "Oh, come on! We all can't be power monsters like you guys. I, for one, am glad to add another person who has common sense to our crew!" He quickly changes the mood by taking your hand in his and pulling you to the dance floor, Chopper following suit. The three of you hold hands in a circle and started jumping around. You quickly forgot about that small interaction with Zoro, but that entire night he never took his eye off of you.

You soon realized that Zoro is just a bit rough around the edges and mostly blunt but he doesn't mean any real harm. Still, you keep your distance mostly from him, opting to hang out with Chopper or Usopp instead. There was just something about the way he looks at you, like he was eyeing down a prey, it makes your spine shiver anytime you glance his way and catch him staring back.

Maybe he was still untrusting of you? It would make sense, he is the first mate, he gotta protect his crew after all. That was the reason you told yourself at least, to justify all the time you caught Zoro just staring at you from afar or downright following you. You gotten slowly used to his presence, not jumping up in shock anymore, anytime he would sneak up behind you or placed a hand on your shoulder.

Zoro got warmer to you, you think at least. He's usually fighting beside you in battles, or walking close by when you're out shopping in town. A hand on your shoulder, moves to a hand down your back, to a hand on your waist. You figured after a while, he accepted you as a crewmate and was just overprotective of the newcomer. It didn't help you found Zoro kinda attractive, so you let him get away with the small touching he did.

And then the touching grew into more and more, and you found yourself not being able to voiced out concerns anymore. The other crewmate, beside Luffy, often giggled when they find the two of you together. Usopp and Franky would make kissy faces when Zoro would sit next to you at lunch. Sanji looks at you dejected from time to time, muttering under his breath, "What does she even see in that moss-brain idiot.."

It wasn't like you were dating Zoro, right? He never asked you out officially, he just always been there. Always...

And, now he was getting bold with his actions. When he's sleeping on the desk, resting his back on the side of the Sunny, he would sense you walking by and trips you on purpose. Making you land on his lap and holding you there. Letting out a huge yawn over your complaining and rolling over on top of you, if you were to squirm around too much. Brook would wolf-whistle if you kept on squirming while underneath Zoro, making you effectively stop all movement.

When it's his turn on the Crow Nest, Zoro would pick you up by the scuff of your shirt, dragging you away from whatever it was you're doing and make you go up there with him. He'll do the same when he's in training at the gym. Stating that he needs "help" with his workout. Though, you're not sure what you're helping by just sitting on his chest or back while he does his reps.

If you're in town or meeting other crews, Zoro would be behind you, or he'll have you tucked into his side, arms around you tight. Glaring at anyone who ever tries to look your way. All the other crews knew that you were 'Zoro's property' and not to mess with you, unless they wanted to end up on impaled on his swords.

He knew your routine to a T, what time you woke up, takes a shower, your daily tasks. And he would just be there at your side or if he had another task to do, he'll keep an eye on you, always...

He knew what you like and dislike, picking up small snacks and trinkets for you, dropping them off on your lap without a word. But looking down at you expectingly, like cat wanting praise for being their owner an offering. Though you were unsure who was the pet and who was the owner in this scenario, as somehow you ended up in Zoro's bed.

Dragged away once again, right after a bath night with the girls too. Nami giggled at the two of you and Robin told you to "Keep it safe." as she waves you off, the both of them seemingly ignoring the confused and panicked look on your face.

He smelt like musk and sweat and you idly wondered if he showered yet or just came to bed right after the gym. He was still shirtless as he presses you right up agaisnt his chest, his head buried on top of your hair. Snuffing at your scent, a deep rumble blooms in his chest as he squeezes you a bit tighter, his biceps trapping you in this position. He lets out a deep sigh, hands traveling down your body, grabbing and pinching at your skin.

Grunting out when you start to wiggle and struggle a bit in his grasp, accidentally brushing your knees right up against his hard on. He push his own knee right between your legs, forcing them apart as he makes you grind on his thigh. The thin pajamas short you were wearing did little to help against the friction it was causing, he flexes his thighs in a way that make you mewl out and dig your nails in his shoulders.

"Good girl.." He growls out, finally addressing you like a person and not some doll.

"Zo-Zoro, what are we-Mmph!" He silences you with a kiss, speeding up his movement and moving his hands down to grope at your ass. His tongue parting your lips open and invading your mouth hotly. You moan so sweetly underneath him like this, your back arching up into him as he remove one hand to ghost under your shirt, pinching at your nipples.

He parts away from you, and from the moonlight coming thru the window. You saw Zoro's face, flushed with a light pink, and his eye starting down at you. A deep dark desire swirling within them, he grins almost manically at you.

"I knew it... I always knew you wanted me too...haha.."

He moves back a bit to get both legs in between yours so he could spread you open even more. His hands gripping the soft flesh of your thighs and pushing it to your chest. Your hands clamber to stop him, heart racing over this fast exchange of events.

"You're gonna be punished for making me wait so long.."