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.

— ★ MALLRATS // TRAFALGAR LAW

content & warnings: fem!reader, smut (car sex, breast play, vaginal fingering, riding, spit, creampie) non-canon (set in the 90s) law works at a comic book store, reader works at a clothing store, porn no plot mdni

author’s note: peep this fan art hehe

word count: 1.4k

“Yo.”

Law looked up from his comic as he sat behind the counter.

It was a sweltering summer day, and even the air con albeit dusty and aged was no use.

He’d taken off his button-up and wore a wife beater, showcasing his rich tan and inky black tats.

“I need some change. I’m running low on small bills.” You said plainly.

“S-sure.” Law stuttered as he shot up from the chair, rising to his full towering height.

He winced, hating how shaky his voice was. Rubbing the nape of his neck.

Clearing his throat, he stared right at you. Which only made it worse because you being up close with your face was making his heart race even more.

You arched an eyebrow as Law struggled with opening and fumbled with the cash register in front of him.

Coins and notes dropping haphazardly on the floor.

Law wanted the ground to swallow him up whole as you placed a hand on the counter, the other on a hip as you gave him a bemused look.

Law’s co-worker Shachi let out a snort at the scene unfolding in front of him.

He knew he’d be no better if he was faced with a bold and pretty girl like yourself but Law was rarely flustered.

“How much do you need?” He blurted out, words clashing together.

“Just a mix of twenties, tens, and fives.” You replied as you looked at your nails, this ordeal taking far longer than it should’ve been.

He handed the bills, and you purposely grazed your slender thumb over the inked letters of “DEATH” on his knuckles.

“Thanks, Traffy.” You winked.

“What was your deal back there?” You giggled as you sat in the cracked leather backseat of Law’s beat-up Camaro.

“Just not used to you popping up like that.” He murmured.

His hand snaked up your throat, gripping your jaw to tilt it back as he traced open-mouthed kisses along your neck.

“Mhm? Maybe I’ll come around more often.” You remarked, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip to stifle back a moan at Law’s tongue gliding along your sensitive skin.

You both pretended to not know each other to avoid the other busybodies in the mall making you two the topic of conversation. But it didn’t stop Law’s brain from short-circuiting every time you dropped by in your skimpy clothes.

“And do what? Tease me in that little tight skirt? Last thing I need is to get a hard-on in a place that smells like Funions.” He said wryly as he pulled away from your neck.

It was no secret Law hated working at the store.

He loved comics and the other paraphernalia but the customers were usually jackasses that prioritised mint condition comics and figurines over deodorant.

“Dunno. It’s fun seeing all the guys get excited over the glance of an actual girl.” You grinned as you faced Law, nipping his chin. It was difficult to crack a smile out of him but you always managed to.

You ruffled his jet-black spikes as you smiled at him.

“Makes me wanna break their jaw when they look at you.” He said a little darkly as he shifted to place you on his lap, your knees on either side of his hips as you straddled him.

He rolled your shirt up above your boobs as an impish grin tugged at his lips.

“No bra?”

“Shut up.” You snickered as you rolled your eyes.

Your laughter turned into moans as you felt Law’s mouth latch onto your breast, his tongue swirling around the pert bud as his smoky grey eyes were fixated on yours.

The sounds of him suckling on the flesh as well as your soft moan sent a shiver down Law’s spine.

Your breathing became labored as the intensity of his gaze caused heat to pool in your gut.

Your fingers threaded in his coal-black tresses.

“…Law.” You murmured, feeling lightheaded at the way your nipples strained at the exposure to the cool air as well as the way his mouth consumed you.

Your back arched as he flicked his tongue across its peak, you gasped and let out a soft sigh.

Shutting your eyes, your hands still memorised him well. Your hands trailed along his toned biceps, then dropped to slip underneath his black mesh vest.

He shuddered as he felt your acrylics rake against his flanks, and trace along the lean muscle.

He could feel his heart beating rapidly beneath your touch, and you revelled in the warmth of his skin against your fingers.

A content sigh escaped from your lips as you ground against Law, rubbing yourself against his clothed crotch.

His large hands cupped your hips to lift you slightly as he undid his pants.

He smirked as he noticed your reaction.

“Seems like you're enjoying yourself quite a bit, huh?” He muttered as he kissed the crook of your neck, using his other hand to rub small circles on your inner thigh.

Law’s length sprung free and slapped against his abs, you grinning as you fisted his cock.

“Easy.” He hissed, panting a little.

You murmured an apology as he met your lips once again.

“You ready for this?” He asked.

Law slipped his long digits into your wet heat, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit as he sucked your tongue gently, sounds of lips smacking taking up the backseat.

“Mmm, you're so wet. You want me inside you?” He said, voice almost a growl between kisses as your hands cupped his jaw. You nodded and whined as you felt his finger curl against you.

“Please…” You whined.

Law groaned as he heard your breathy moans and sighs, the heat in his groin intensifying.

“Oh, fuck. You know how to drive me crazy, don't you?” He smirked against your lips as your tongue tangled together, saliva dribbling down your chins.

He slipped another finger into you, thrusting harder and faster.

“That's it, baby. Cum for me.”

He rubbed your swollen nub faster, pumping his fingers into her harder and deeper, making her gasp and writhe with pleasure in his lap.

“Let go for me, babe.”

“I’m s’close Law, please..!” You gasped out as your velvet walls began to pulsate around his digits and your stomach caved in with your heavy breaths.

As your essence coated his fingers he withdrew almost immediately, causing you to whine from the loss of warmth.

“You look so beautiful when you cum.” He panted as he brought his fingers to your lips. “Have a taste, princess.”

You nodded eagerly and enveloped his fingers with your plump lips as you held his wrist, swirling and lapping up your juices as your eyes fixated on him.

Law couldn’t hold back the grunt at how aroused he was at the sight, feeling his cock stirring all over again.

He crushed his lips against yours again, tasting you on your tongue, his hands on your hips and helping to guide you down, groaning as he felt himself being sheathed inside your warmth.

“Ahh...shit, you feel so good. Just take it slow, okay? Don't want to hurt yourself.” You said gently, strained as the veins in his neck bulged.

“Promise…” You mumbled as you set your hands on his broad shoulders as you slowly began to roll my hips, sliding up and down his veiny cock.

Law grunted as he felt you move on top of him, his hands grasping onto your hips to guide your rhythm.

“Take your time.” He leaned forward to capture your lips in another kiss, another hand moving up to cup your breasts, squeezing them gently as you bounced on top of him.

He felt his excitement hitting a boiling point.

“I’m gonna cum, shit.” He thrusted up into you a few more times before he feels himself spilling inside you, filling you up with his cum as he repeated your name.

You felt your body go limp as you slumped against him, burying your face into his neck as you breathed heavily.

Law held you close, a feeling of contentment and pleasure washing over him as your heated skin was on his.

“You okay, baby?” He asked softly as he stroked your back softly, catching his breath.

“Fuck, it’s so stuffy in here..” You whined at the car windows fogging up.

Law chuckled as he looked around, noticing the mist on the windows.

“Yeah, we might have to crack a window or something.” He leans over you to roll down the passenger window, feeling the cool night air rushing in. “Better?”

“Mhm.” You smiled as you lay on his chest, his arm tight around you.

author’s note: again w the porn no plot drabbles again i guess lmao 👨🏽‍🦯 if u enjoyed this reblogs and interactions r always appreciated

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Summary: Zoro loves to tease you until you cry. Seeing your face glistening from tears really gets him going. What happens when he finally gives you what you want? Afab reader, ~2k words.

CW: Pure smut. Gendered language, e.g. "pretty girl", edging, toys, crying, overstimulation, P in V. Note that this is consensual & no safeword used :3

MINORS DNI. NSFW CONTENT.

Zoro held a vibrator to your clit at the lowest setting and slowly fucked you with three fingers. His brows were bent, and he was laser focused on the slick dribbling out of you.

For the past two hours, every time you were about to cum he’d turn the vibrator off and pull his fingers out. He was being cruel. You’d gotten to the brink of orgasm no less than 10 times. By the 5th you were begging him to let you cum, and, historically, he’d give in. But today, no matter how much you begged, he just wasn’t listening.

He knew what he wanted, and he was going to get it.

Hot tears made trails down your cheeks, hooking under your jaw and pooling on your collar bone. Zoro’s cock twitched at the sight. He loved to see you like this, drooling, begging for his cock, so worked up from his fingers that you started to cry in frustration. Every sob made him feel like he was on fire, every tear coaxed more precum out of his tip.

This was like a sport to him. He got off on seeing you unravel from his fingertips, fully broken down in pleasure. When your eyes got glossy, teary, and you could barely talk, he knew he was doing it right.

Zoro took the vibrator off your clit and left his fingers in you, unmoving. His hand was a mess—your arousal coated every finger and his whole palm, glistening around his wrist and dripping onto the covers.

“Zoro, please,” you pleaded for the millionth time, voice cracking. “Wanna cum, please.”

Blinking through the blurry drops of your tears and batting your eyelashes for visibility, you could see Zoro’s sickeningly sweet smile. “I know you do, sweetheart. But you gotta hang in there.”

“Zoro,” you tried to wiggle around on his fingers for friction. You needed him to move. You were going fucking crazy.

He tutted and pulled his fingers out of you, a sticky string connecting his fingertips to your puffy, red lips. You gasped at the emptiness, exasperated beyond words. You couldn’t think straight, and the tears wouldn’t stop.

“You’re doing such a good job for me, baby. Can’t you keep going?” He was frowning.

You didn’t want to disappoint him. But you were reaching your limit. More desperate tears seeped out of the corners of your eyes.

Sucking his fingers clean, Zoro then cupped your face with both hands and kissed you tenderly. The kisses were salty from your tears.

He wiped under your eyes with both thumbs, swiping away the frustration. “You poor thing. I’ll put my cock in you, ok? But you have to ask really nicely this time.”

You nodded vigorously. “Please Zoro, please fuck me. I need your cock so bad. Please.”

He sighed and frowned again. “Don’t you need it more than that?”

Tears welled in your eyes again. He was being downright ruthless. You had asked nicely. Really nicely. But it wasn’t enough.

“Zoro, fuck” you sobbed. “’M going crazy. I’ll do anything. P-please fuck me. Please.”

He brought a hand down to lazily stroke himself for a moment while he stared into your cock-crazed eyes. He loved it when you were pathetic like this, when you were shameless.

Tanned skin rippled as Zoro’s rough hand twisted over the head of his cock, grazing the sensitive spots on and under his head. Precum oozed out of his inflamed slit, every drop evidence of how badly he wanted you.

He leaned close to your face and practically growled. “When I fuck you, you have to promise not to cum unless I say so. Either that or I won’t fuck you at all.”

His threat made you feel fucking feral. You didn’t care at this point, and you would agree to anything. “Zoro, I promise. Just fuck me.”

Zoro raised an eyebrow and then positioned you exactly how he liked, in some sort of mating press. One hand held your thigh up, fingerpads digging into your plush flesh. The other was braced on the bed next to you. He lined his cock up with your entrance and took a deep breath. Your eyes were lust-filled, hungry, and almost rabid. His heart skipped a beat.

Pushing through your folds as slowly as he could, he could feel your walls starting to clamp down on his cock. You were so wet that it felt like heaven to him—slippery, velvety, and warm. When he bottomed out, he let out a lengthy groan. “Fuuucccck.”

Finally, Zoro’s hips rocked and grinded into you. Every shove of his cock felt electric. Each bundle of nerves that his tip and shaft dragged over sent waves and tingles of pleasure to your core, radiating outwards to every limb. Your toes were already curling with pleasure.

Zoro had been waiting for this moment. He made you ready enough for his cock, and now he was going to fuck you into oblivion.

His girthy, veiny cock pushed out and in, and each pass attacked your g-spot. Your back was arching, you keened his name continuously, and your eyes rolled back in your head. You had completely lost yourself, forgetting what was going on or who you were; you only knew one thing—Zoro’s cock.

Orgasm approached within minutes. He could tell from the way you started to shudder around him and the way your thighs started to tremble. He frowned again and held still.

“Baby, I said you can’t cum unless I say so.”

“Zoro, ‘m so close, please.”

“Don’t you want to be good for me?”

Once again, you started to cry. It was almost worse now that he was fully fucking you but dangling your orgasm in front of your face. Any time you tried to get it, he’d yank it out of reach. He was sadistic about it. But really, what could you expect? It was naive to think that he’d let you cum right off the bat.

“I wanna be good,” you sobbed quietly, and your fingers clawed half-moons into his biceps. Your tortured eyes met his. Zoro was looking at you like he was going to devour you. Like he’d rip out each morsel of pleasure and then leave you for good. It felt like he was using you, but you knew that he was doing it with your own interest in mind. Any time he got heartless like this, your orgasm almost made you faint.

“I-I’ll be so good, Zoro. Please. I’ll wait. I promise.”

“That’s my girl,” he groaned at your words and tears. He fucked you again, slower this time, pressing more of his weight on your thigh that he was holding up. His other hand passed up your body, travelling from your hips to your breasts.

Greedy hands massaged and squeezed. Fingertips brushed over your sensitive buds gently. Pulling and pinching them, he rolled one nipple softly and then harder until you whined and your eyes fluttered.

“Doing such a good job for me, pretty girl. Keep takin’ my cock like that and I’ll let you cum.”

You whimpered as he fucked you so deeply that his cock hit your cervix. It hurt, but the pain was overrun by the gigantic waves of pleasure elicited from your cunt any time Zoro’s head snagged over your hot gooey spot.

“Just like that,” he murmured quietly, coming as close to your face as he could. Your walls throbbed and clenched around him, squeezing out his precum and swallowing his shaft. “So fuckin’ wet for me, baby.”

“Zoro, ’m getting close,” you mewled. Everything about you intoxicated him. Whenever your tits bounced from his thrusts, whenever you scrunched your nose up from him fucking you too deep, those damp cheeks from your tears moments ago… You had been good for him. You’d let out enough needy whimpers, too. You earned it.

“Let it out. Cream on my cock, sweetheart. Show me how much you love it.”

As soon as you registered his permission, you came. You screamed his name, convulsed and spasmed under him, throwing your head back with euphoria. It felt like you orgasmed for minutes. Your juices gushed out around the base of his cock and he moaned at the sensation.

It was foolish of you to assume he would be done after that.

Of course, his hips kept grinding into yours through your orgasm. You started to squirm.

“Zoro, fuck,” you whimpered. “’s too much.”

“No, it’s not.” He cooed and purred in your ear. “I know you’ve got another for me. No matter how much you writhe, I’m still going to fuck you through it.”

More tears. It felt like he was pressing a button in you that made you wince from overstimulation and pleasure. “Z-zoro, fuck, it’s—it’s too much, Zoro.” You struggled and contorted around his cock. It felt too good, the sensation was too overwhelming, you wanted it to stop but at the same time it was addictive.

“Stay still for me.” He put all his weight on you, and you continued to writhe for a second before you did what he said. Your eyes were fucked-out and hazy, barely sentient of what was happening other than pleasure. His hips rolled with each squelching sound that echoed in the room. Slowly, your cunt started to pulse again.

“Does it feel good now, princess? You like it when I stuff you full of my cock?” Zoro was starting to get riled up. Each hump and thrust goaded feverish desire.

“You’re milking my cock so well, baby. Pussy feels so good.” Every nasty word he rasped in your ear burned.

As Zoro’s peak built, yours did too. He wanted to time it so you came at the same time—though he could be a sadist, he was also a romantic. To climax together was something sweet that he put the utmost effort into.

He praised and encouraged you as much as he could muster. He choked out a word between each grunt. “Doing—so—good—for—me— fuck.”

Zoro reached a hand to rub his fingers in circles over your clit. The noises you produced were guttural and primal—it’s like pleasure was exploding in you. He pressed down with his thumb, hard, and you gasped his name.

“Let it out, sweetheart. Cum on my cock. Wanna feel it.”

Your second orgasm was pure ecstasy. Zoro wrenched it from your core, ripped it out of you like the animal he was. When you started to shake, his hips jerked into you, haphazard and frenzied.

“F-fuck, fuck, your pussy is—so good, fuck, ‘m cumming, fuuuccckkkk.” He came, cocked twitching, seeing stars. You could feel him filling you up, hot and sticky.

Completely losing touch with the world, your orgasm literally crushed your sense of reality. You blacked out for a couple seconds, and by the time you were cognizant again, Zoro’s cum was leaking out of your cunt. He was panting, trying to catch his breath. Sweat matted his hair down around his temples, his cheeks were ruddy, his hair was ruffled up and he was a mess. “Fucking hell, babe.”

Zoro may have been the one feigning control during your sessions of arduous orgasm denial, crying, and fucking, but in reality, you pulled the strings. He wouldn’t have the experience he wanted, and you wouldn’t have the experience he wanted for you, if you didn’t play along too. Zoro knew this, and he was grateful that you’d humor him, grateful that you cherished his intimacy enough to entertain hours of edging, crying, and nasty fucking. Sharing an experience like this and simultaneously respecting the other’s vulnerability was something precious to him.

Aftercare for him was a different sport entirely. And like everything he did, Zoro was determined to become the best. He sprinkled your face with ticklish kisses, replacing the tears that were there minutes ago with love.

that’s all for this one!! thank u sm for reading :D here’s my masterlist and my October posting schedule.

also for giggles - trick or treat? (both tumblr links heh)

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8 months ago

cowboy law u r so important 2 me

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1 year ago

Stay with me!

Yandere!Luffy x Female Reader.

Contains: !!DARK CONTENT AHEAD!! Dub-con to non-con to consensual. Luffy is actually insane in this one. Law’s in the beginning. Sneak drugging. Aphrodisiac use. Sensory deprivation (in the beginning). Paralyzing (I find it ironic that in this your body can move but your face can). Bondage. Fingering. Oral (Reader & Luffy receiving). Actual soft sex (somewhat). Forced impregnation. Heavy breeding kink from Luffy. Multiple rounds. Mind breaking? Cream pies everywhere- Luffy gets his happy ending in the end. This is a long ass fic- I got carried away.

Law studies through his medical book as he wondered to himself about surgical matters. He was growing rather tired but rest wasn’t needed when there was work to be done at hand. A knock on the door startled him, but he then sighs angrily at the disturbance.

Who in hell could be here at this hour?

Slowly standing up from his chair, he pulled his coat on as he walks out of his office and down the stairs, the knock growing more violent the longer he took to make it to the door.

“I’m coming! Please be patient!” He huffs, pulling out his glasses to put on.

His heels clacked against the floor as he slowly walks over to his door, another sigh leaving him before he opens the door. Opening the door he looks down and realizes that familiar straw hat his eyes met up with. “Mugiwara-Ya? What’re you doing here at my clinic? It’s late.” Law asks, looking down at him.

Luffy slowly lifts his head up at him and Law freezes at his gaze, that dark gaze he’d never giving him. “Oi, Torao. I need a speak t’ya. Mind if I come in?” Luffy asked, tilting his straw hat up. Law lets out a little sigh before moving out of the way, allowing him to enter the clinic.

Closing the door behind himself, he watches as Luffy goes and take a seat, waiting for Law to sit and speak with him. “So what brings you here? You never come around here, especially around this time.” Law asks, fixing his glasses.

“I need some meds, I’m sure ya would know about this type of stuff. I couldn’ go ta Chopper ‘bout it.” Luffy begins, pulling his straw hat off of his head. “Medicine? Are you sick or somethin’ again?” Law asks, covering his face with his palm while thinking of Luffy’s ignorance. “S’not f’me silly.” Luffy snickers. Law freezes at that sudden remark and slowly looks back to Luffy. “Not for you…? What do you mean?” Law asks.

“Cmon, don’ play dumb w’me Torao. Ya know who it’s for, don’cha?” Luffy asks, smiling to him. “I…I don’t actually. I don’t know who it’s for.” Law admits, already irritated at his childish game.

“For m’gal, Torao.” Luffy says lowly.

Law could only stare down at Luffy with slight worry as Luffy began to explain his ‘issue’ to him, admitting that he’s been planning it for a very very long time.

“Wanna impregnate m’girlfriend Torao…but ion want her resistin’ at all or leavin’ me.”

Law freezes in shock, his face falling pale as Luffy said such words to him.

“I want her to be up the whole while, I want her to feel m’love deep inside of her~ Wanna hear her sweet moans and I wan’ her t’hold me once the meds wear off~”

Luffy begins to hug himself tightly, wrapping and stretching his rubbery arms around his body while his eyes began to roll back from the thought. The thought of you and him being a happy family, having a baby together. And the whole while you’ll enjoy it, you’ll be happy to have his children and you’ll be happy to be a mommy for him.

“Just wanna fill her up~ Fill her up s’full of m’fuckin babies~ Then in the end she won’ leave me, she wouldn’ have a choice!” Luffy hums as he mumbled to himself, the loving hearts appearing in his eyes as his body grew hot from the thought.

Law was absolutely shocked, stunned in fact. How could such a happy and idiotic man such as Luffy act this mad about impregnating his girlfriend, about forcing himself on her while she liked it. Luffy knew what he was doing, he was smart to understand that this wasn’t right.

He knows that she would resist if he tried it, which is why he decided to plan it out which shocked Law even more.

And here he thought that Luffy didn’t go by plans.

Helping Luffy with this idea had began to make Law a bit sick to his stomach, but as an ally of Luffy and as someone whose basically indebted to him, did he really have a choice in the matter..?

“So, you want your girlfriend to be paralyzed?” Law tilts his head and quirks a brow as he stared down at Luffy’s now blank and monotone expression. His eyes gave off a sense of unease and he was surprised to find out that Luffy had acted like this whenever you weren’t around.

Luffy used to seem so happy so why did he look like this now? Did something happen? Did he just…snap?

Has he lost his fuckin’ mind?

Probably.

“Uh-huh. Ion want her resistin’ at all. Ya understand right, Torao?” Luffy asks, his eyes glaring up at Law’s with the darkest of intentions. Law shivers from his gaze and turns away from him before pinching the bridge of his nose. “Of course I understand. Did you talk to her about this yet though?” Law asks tunring back to Luffy. Luffy smiles and shakes his head.

“It’s a lil’ surprise for her. I wouldn’ wanna spoil it, Torao.” Luffy snickers darkly, his hand scratching his head. Law walks away from him and point to him. “Wait there and don’t touch anything. I’ll get what you want. Did you need something else too?” Law asks. Luffy presses a few fingers to his chin before the realization kicks in his brain. “Ah yeah! Ya got sum’ that can make her feel good? Y’know, when m’fuckin’ her an’ all?” Luffy asks.

Law thinks to himself before signaling for Luffy to wait, his heels clacking with every step he took as he walked off into the darkness of his office.

Luffy sat there and waited, his head beginning to pound at he felt the blood beginning to rush throughout his body. How would you feel once he finally set this plan into motion? He just wanted to give you all of his love, but it had to be planned out thoroughly or it wouldn’t work.

The sound of Law’s heels makes Luffy sit his head up, Law walks over to Luffy and shows him two bottles.

“Oi, here. Give her one of each. Don’t cause her to overdose.” Law demands, handing him two bottles of medications. Luffy takes them and smiles widely, waving to Law before walking back to the door. “Thanks Torao. I appreciate ya!” He beams, waking before walking out of the door.

Law sighs and thinks to himself. He curses himself for helping Luffy with such a horrible idea, and he apologizes to you internally.

…

“Oi!~ Baby!~” Luffy bursts into the bedroom, smiling at you widely while you lie there against your pillow reading a book. “Hm? Yes Luffy my love?~” You hummed, smiling sweetly to the man as he walks over to you. “Ahhh ya still readin’ that book?” Luffy asks, quirking a brow to you. You nodded before folding the corner of the page in your book, making sure to mark your page before closing the book. “Well- not anymore love~” You giggled, looking over to him.

Luffy smiles before giving you a tight hig, his nose buried deep within’ your neck while he inhaled your scent. A yawn spills for your lips and Luffy perks up and looks into your sleepy eyes. “Aww ya sleepy baby?” He asked, tiling his head before sitting down onto the mattress. You rub you eyes and nodded, another yawn falling from your lips as you sat there sleepily.

“Mhm…I didn’t think reading that book would’ve make me sleepy…Can you go get me some water if you don’t mind Luffy?” You asked him, sitting up from your pillow. Luffy smiles and nodded his head. “Yeah I can~” He hums, standing up from the bed. “I hope you can, my clumsy baby~” You giggled to him.

Luffy walks out of the room and closes the bedroom door before walking into the kitchen. He slowly trails in and grabs a glass, filling the cup with tap water while he pulls out the two pill bottles in his pocket. He opens to bottles and puts one of each pill into the glass, a small smirk appearing across his face as he made sure to mix them in before taking the glass back to you.

“I gotcha water~ I didn’ break the glass this time either-“ He pouts, his eyes landing on you. You giggle and press a kiss to his lips before taking the glass from him. “Thank you baby~” You thanked him, smiling softly to him. He smiles and watches as you gulped down the water, his heart pounding again as he watched you drink the whole glass.

You yawn before laying down onto your pillow, mewling out softly as you got comfortable. Luffy crawls into bed and wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him while you rest your head against his chest. “I love you~” Luffy whispers to you. He feels your lips curl up into a smile before you respond back to him. “I love you too baby.” You say softly before finally falling asleep.

Luffy stared at your frozen frame, just waiting patiently for the medicine to kick into your system before he acted. He watched as you breathed softly against him, your arms wrapping around him like a teddy bear.

…

“Wakey wakey baby gal~” Luffy whispers into your ear. You slowly open your eyes and see…nothing. You look around frantically and began breathing heavily as you began to panic.

You couldn’t move- YOU COULDN’T MOVE-

“A-Ahh-”

“Ya can’t move can ya? Good! M’glad it worked then! I still tied ya up just ta make sure though~”

You suddenly freeze at the sound of Luffy’s voice and your eyes widens through the blindfold. “Luffy? Luffy what’s going on? Why can’t I move!?” You asked, trying your hardest to at least move a finger but couldn’t. You hear Luffy snicker before feeling his hand slide along your bare tummy, his fingers trailing along your skin.

“Surprise! I couldn’t tell ya earlier silly~ I asked Torao to help me out with ya! He’s such a good friend and m’happy he understood how I felt ‘bout the idea~” He smiles down at you as if it wasn’t an issue, but you were personally bothered that Law could relate to him with this situation. “W-Well- Can you explain why I’m like this?-“ You asked, frozen and stiff on his bed. “Well, I ain’t wancha to move y’know? Plus ya look adorable like this~” Luffy whispers, pressing his lips against your tummy.

You mewl out suddenly from the sensitivity and your body unconsciously shivers against his lips. “Ahh good~ I see ya feel all hot and sensitive don’cha?” You feel his hands slide up from your stomach and up to your breasts while he continues to pepper smooches against your skin. A moan left your lips as you felt his knee slide between your legs, grinding up against your sticky slit while he massaged your breasts.

“Fuck ya so fuckin’ adorable~ Jus’ can’t get enough of ya sexy lil’ body~” He hums, his eyes eating you up and taking in your beautiful frame. How adorable you looked with that blindfold on your eyes, so vulnerable and you couldn’t even do anything to stop him. As much as that wasn’t an issue for yourself, you at least wished that he told you that he was planning this. “So cute…so cute…so fuckin’ cute aren’t ya?~” Luffy whispers into your ear before giggling.

“Mmgh! L-Luffy~” You gasped out as you felt his tongue run along your softening buds, his knee sliding up and down your pussy and practically grinding up against your pretty clit. “Hahhh so fuckin’ hot ain’t ya?~ Ya already makin’ my dick so hard~” Luffy huffs out, sliding his tongue along the valley of your breasts. You sigh out heavily before full on moaning from his touches. “L-Luffy~ T-That- MMGH-“ You gasp out as you felt Luffy beginning to rub your clit, a gasp spilling from your lips as you sat there and took his touch.

It felt so fucking good but…it felt a bit too good for you.

“L-Luffy~ Oh L-Luffy~” You moaned out his name and he couldn’t help but shiver at your sweet voice moaning out for him. “Y-Yeah, keep moanin’ out m’name like that~” Luffy demands, pulling away from your breasts. You mewled out softly and breathes heavily as your body grew hotter, your cunt pulsating heavily and just yearning some friction.

Luffy grips your thighs tightly, a gasp leaving you as it startled you. He spreads your thighs open and slides his tongue along your slit, making you moan and gasp out loudly. “Oh! O-Oh god- L-Luffy!~” You whine out, your brows furrowing as he slurped and suckled at your slit, his tongue slowly sliding into your entrance. You bit your bottom lip tightly as you felt yourself ready to cum, he’d only just started and you already felt the need to cum.

“L-Luffy!~ L-Luffy I’m close!-“ You gasp out to him, causing him to chuckle against your cunt. “Already baby? Well go on an’ squirt then, I ain’ stoppin’ ya~” He says to you, moaning as he pushed your legs up higher to get a better angle. “Mmgh! Ah! AH!~” You whine and gasped out as you squirt out onto Luffy’s tongue so suddenly, causing him to freeze and chuckle afterwards. You breathed heavily while Luffy’s hums at your sweet taste, suckling at your clit a bit more before pulling away.

“Ahhh, I see th’medicine’s gotcha real sensitive now, I ain’t even ate ya out for that long~” He giggled, sliding his finger along your slit. You jolt and whine out, wanting him to eat you out a bit more. You were surprised yourself when you noticed that you came way too quickly and it began to make you wonder what exactly did Luffy give you to make your body react this way.

Luffy sits up and hovers over your body, licking his lips as he looked down at your body.

“Here baby, ya gonna take m’dick in ya mouth like my good gal?~” Luffy asks, his hands finally pulling your blindfold from your eyes. You looked around and notice Luffy staring down at you darkly. Your body begins to tremble unconsciously while he stares into your eyes with a look of insanity.

His toothy grin was something you couldn’t bear seeing anymore and you honestly wished he’d kept the blindfold on you to prevent you from seeing the details of the insanity in his facial features. “Here~ Make sure ya enjoy it too~” He whisper to you, pressing his cock against your lips.

You couldn’t move your head away so you didn’t have much of a choice at all. You whimper out as he pushed his cock past you lips, going in deep inside of your mouth while a groan left his lips. “Ah~ F-Fuck yeah~” He mewls, feeling your tongue run along his shaft. You moan out as he took it slow for you, sliding his cock in and out of your throat with ease. He didn’t want to hurt you, at least not too bad.

He wanted you to enjoy it just as much as he did, and he hasn’t even told you his full intentions yet. You mewled out as you took his cock down your throat, a few gags leaving you as he took his time going deep down your throat. You breathe out heavily through your nose after every thrust of his hips, each thrust making your pussy throb and yearn for more.

“Ah! Ah fuck!~ Ya mouth feels s’fuckin’ good~” Luffy moans, his brows furrowing as he holds your head in place. He increases the speed of his thrusts, his hips practically bucking and grinding up against your face while you moaned out. “Ya throat’s sucking my dick in s’good, tighten up f’me~” He demands, heavy breaths falling after. Your moan out as you obeyed, causing him to gasp out suddenly.

“Yeah! Oh god yeah, jus’ like that!~” He gasps out, bucking his hips against your face even more. You felt his cock twitch against your throat and he began to grow a bit more vocal as he thrusted deep into your throat. “M-M’gonna cum!~ Fuck m’gonna fuckin’ cum!~” He groans out heavily and holds your head, whining out as he finally cums deep down your throat. You moan out as you swallowed his cum, the bitter taste making you wince a bit.

He finally removes his hips from your face, pulling his cock from your throat and finally allowing you to breathe. You take gasps of air and coughed a bit as you lay there breathing heavily. “Ya okay?” He asks you, tilting his head. You nodded and whimpered softly from the slight soreness, but he smiles and presses a smooch to your lips.

“Good gal…” He whispers to you. You whined as he presses smooches against your neck and jaw, smiling softly to you before he sits up.

“Here baby, lemme flip ya over.” He say with a smirk, finally setting his plan into motion. You whimper out as your ass was held up in the air, the slightest touch from Luffy’s fingers making you jolt and moan out suddenly against the mattress. Luffy smiles as he slides his bare cock against your slit, alerting you and causing you to suddenly try and move away from him. Luffy gives you a shocked look before huffing to himself. “Ahh? The medicine wore off…” Luffy says, a bit irritated that he was a bit too late.

He quickly grabs your hips and pulls your ass up against your cock, a while leaving you as you began to panic. “Sit still baby, otherwise I can’t go in.” He demands, looking down at you with a smile on his face. “Luffy- Luffy please tell me you’ll pull out…” You begged, looking up at him nervously. He smiles and presses a kiss to your cheek. “I will, I promise baby~” He lied, his hands holding your hips.

He slowly slides inside of you, making you mewl out softly while he begins to thrust deep into your cunt. You gasp out softly and arch your back, your mind being swallowed up by the pleasure. “Mmgh~ L-Luffy~” You moan out his name softly as his cock kisses your g-spot, making a smile spread across his face. “Wan’ me ta go harder?~” He asks, his face buried deep into your neck. You moan out but nodded, wanting him to go harder and faster into your cunt.

“Hmm? Was that a yes baby?~” Luffy asks teasingly. “Yes~ Oh fuck yes, please Luffy~” You moan out to him, tightening around his cock. Luffy snickers and begins to go a bit harder, fucking you as a better and deeper pace. You gasp out and you begin to moan out heavily, taking his cock deep in your pussy while you felt yourself growing closer to another yet another orgasm.

“Mmmh~ F-Fuck, Luffy m’gonna cum again!~” You gasped, your cunt sucking him in even more. Luffy groans out and smiles as he pulls your hips in closer to his. “Ya don’ gotta tell me baby just fuckin’ squirt on me~” He gasps, throwing his head back as your cunt clung to his thick length. “Mmgh~ F-Fuck Luffy!~” You whine, burying your face into your pillow.

Luffy begins to huff heavily, a groan leaving him as he feels himself growing closer to his orgasm. You feel his cock twitch within your walls and you unconsciously tighten around him. “I-I’m close~ I’m close baby~” Luffy groans, biting his lower lip.

Your head shoots up from your pillow and you struggled to move as he held on tight to your hips, keeping you in place.

“Pull out- Pull out Luffy!” You gasp, realizing that Luffy lied to you. He continues to fuck your cunt, ignoring your please and making you cry out while you struggled to pull away. “Luffy! Luffy no! PLEASE!” You yelled, struggling in your restraints. “M’gonna fill ya up!~ M’gonna fill ya up with m’babies ________!~” Luffy moans, his eyes rolling up as he reaches his peak of ecstasy. You whine out as he presses your head down into the pillows, muffling your whines and pleading while thrusts harder into you.

A moan leaves you as he kisses your cervix, making your walls tighten around his length. “Oh~ Ya like those hard thrusts baby?~ Ya wan’ me to fill ya up hmm?~” He asks, huffing heavily as he fucked you harder into the mattress. “N-No- F-Fuck!~ N-NO!~” Your eyes roll up and you moan out defeatedly as you squirt out into the sheets yet again, causing Luffy to laugh at you. “Ya came again~ My pretty baby’s so sensitive a-ain’t she?~” He huffs, unable to hold him felt back anymore.

“M-M’gonna! FUCK M’GONNA!~” He groans out loudly and lies up against your back, cumming deep into your cunt while you cry out in displeasure. Your tears began to soak the pillow as your heart breaks, upset that Luffy would do such a thing and lie to you in the process. He was still cumming inside of you, and you began to feel a bit full from his cock filling you up all nice and full.

“Cmon, sit up baby. I have a lot more loads to fills ya up~” He whispers to you, lifting your head up from your tear-soaked pillow. You whimper but he tried his best to soothe you, peppering sweet and loving kisses onto your sticky cheeks and lips.

“Here. Cmon and get up. Get up.” He demanded, making you sit from the bed. He pulls and tears the ropes from your wrists, allowing you to hold on to him while he picked you up from the bed. He grips your thighs tightly and pulls them up to his hips before sliding his cock back into your sticky cum-filled cunt. You moan out as he begins to fuck into you, his cock kissing your cervix while you moan out from the pleasure.

“Ya feel so good baby~” He whispers to you, a smile spreading across his face. You moan out as your nails claw at his back, your eyes rolling back once again while your toes begins to curl. “Mmgh!~ F-Fuck~” You gasp out, holding on to Luffy tightly. “Fuck it feels so good! It feels so fucking good~” You moan out softly, your legs wrapping tightly around his hips as he fucked your cunt. “Good! M’glad it does~ That means ya feel more good than I do~” Luffy whispers to you softly.

Your body shuddered against his as he fucks up into you, clouding your mind while your body suddenly began to crave for more of his seed. You whined out, cursing yourself and your body for wanting him to cum inside of you again. Luffy knew how you felt. He knew what that the aphrodisiac was causing you to feel that way, he knew you wanted more which is why he set this plan into motion anyways.

“Ya feelin’ okay baby?~ M’sorry I lied t’ya like that.” He apologized, his smile making you feel worse yet slightly better. You wince from the pleasure of his cock going deeper inside of you, unable to muster up any words to speak to him. “Ahh~ M-Mhhh~” You moan out and bite down hard on your bottom, moaning as you began to grow drunk on his cock. “M-M’gonna~ I-I’m gonna cum again!~” You gasp, arching your back one again as you eyes begin to roll to the back of your skull.

You gasp out heavily and hold Luffy tightly, your toes close to cramping as he fucked you hard in your pussy. “Cmon Cmon, squirt on me again baby~” He demands, aiming his cock higher and farther inside of you. “Mmmgh!~ F-Fuck! Fuck yes!~ Oh god!~” You gasp out, squirming in his arms as you squirt out into his tummy once again. He moans out and presses his chapped lips against yours, moaning out into your lips as he cums inside of your pussy once again.

He pushes you onto the bed, unable to stop thrusting deep into your cunt. Your pussy continues to suck him in, leaving him unable to pull away from you. Both of your bodies were sticky with sweat and your lower regions were stickier from your own cum. “L-Luffy~ M-Mhh!~ Luffyyyy~” You moan out Luffy’s name and pull him close making him smile as your mind grew more cloudy.

You both went through many rounds, with you endlessly begging and yearning for more of Luffy’s cum. He happily gave it to you and continuously gave it to you, filling your tummy up and breeding your tight pussy to his desire.

With his limitless stamina, you’d eventually grow drunk on his cock. Your mind with close to breaking and you couldn’t really do anything about it but beg him for more until eventually your pussy was satisfied and fully bred just for him.

Your voice had grown hoarse and your throat was very sore from moaning out repeatedly from Luffy’s cock fucking you hard and deep. The bed rocked with ferocity as he fucked your pussy hard, his heavy breaths blowing against your skin while the sound of the headboard hitting the wall was loud and echoing through your ears.

Tears were spilling down your face as you pleaded for more even if your body didn’t want more. “More! H-Harder!~ Fuck me harder Luffy!~” You gasped, your face all sticky with tears while Luffy held your legs open. Luffy smiles, barely phased after a good amount of rounds. “Ya wan’ me t’keep fillin’ ya up baby? Ya want more of daddy’s babies?~” Luffy asked, his hand cupping your face.

You shook your head, biting your lip tightly while he continued to thrust into you. “Yes, yes! I-I want your babies! I want your babies Luffy!~” You moan out, giving him more fresh scars onto his back. Luffy smiles widely before pressing a smooch to your lips. “I’ll keep fillin’ ya up until ya can’t hold anymore baby~ Ya gonna be such a cute momma~” He giggles, his hand waffling with yours.

You moan out at the thought and agreed with him, pulling him closer to your chest while he kept fucking you.

“Ya gonna look s’fuckin cute, my little mommy~ You and our babies together~”

Woo Jesus. I need Luffy to fuck me consensually. I don’t mind growing drunk on his dick.

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1 year ago

Eepy

Warm fingertips rubbed at stinging eyelids that wished to lower, for even just a moment, but with the ongoing party it would prove to be a bit difficult.

Boa Hancock, yes, the same Princess and Warlord who fought against the Navy in Marinefold, had found her way to the Straw Hat ship and thus the party ensued.

But it had been a few days since you slept properly, and the energy of your friends could only charge your social battery for so long.

Voices raised in a cheer as Ussop danced on the table, waving an erratic hand at your leaning form in the distance and you lifted your own weakly, only for it to turn inward to smother a yawn.

Every second passing felt like sand was filling your body, one grain at a time.

You pushed yourself from your corner to dip past Boa's crewmates and your own, slipping by a boozy Nami who attempted to pull you into conversation "Sorry, what was that?" you shrugged your arms loosely, backward steps taking you farther from her reaching grasp "I can't hear you"

An eepy smile split your lips in two until you near flattened into the Snake Princess herself, she didn't seem too impressed at your dripping form "You're lucky my darling Luffy is your Capitan"

"Yeah, he sure is great" A familiar feeling swelled below your breast as a dopey smile spread across your cheeks, Boa's eyes scanned you until cheerful laughter grew close and tanned hands grabbed onto your shoulders from behind, the rubber noise closing in till Luffys weight smacked against your strong back. Very used to his accidental tackling.

"Hey guys! What's goin' on over here!" Luffy asked, wrapping his stretchy limbs around you and pressing his warm cheek against yours "We playin' a gaaaaaame?"

Oh god, if Boa could she'd probably turn you into stone, grind you up, and sell you on the streets as one of Caesar's newest drugs.

Your hands reached for Luffy's wrists and you released yourself from the Monkey boy's hold "Actuallllyy BOA! Has something really cool to talk to you about!"

Luffy turned to the oozing Warlord, she cupped her hands and shook her head at the mere coincidence, her darling must be here to prove his love for her, of course!

The pirate could stand still for only so long, and with all that blushing going on it didn't seem like Boa was gonna tell him that cool thing you were talking about any time soon, speaking of, where did you go?

You were right here, when did he stop hugging you?

Luffy turned on the spot a few times, and then a few more times. Which way?

The door to the Dorms clicked and Luffy's ear flinched.

Wriggling fingers scratched at the back of your head as another yaw widened your mouth, the heavy breath caving your chest as dry lips smacked against each other "Man, Franky really outdid himself with these walls"

You'd never think there was a party's worth of Pirates littered on the other side. You could still hear their muffled talk but soon you'd be met with silence, just a few more dull steps and you could collapse into one of the boy's hammocks or one of the girl's double beds- whichever door your grasp made it to first.

A cold nob filled the cup of your palm and the flip of flops flapped down the empty hall "Heeeey You" Luffy called with a cheeky grin "Where you headin' to? The party's the other way"

"Well..." you hummed, releasing the oval handle and leaning your shoulder on the door "Let's say I'm a little partied out for now"

Your Capitan's head cocked, Luffy knew that people got tired, right?

"You want some company?" Luffy took a sneaky step closer, raising an arm to lean his elbow on the wooden walls. His neck bowed so the rim of of infamous straw hat bumped against your forehead.

The memory of Luffy's long fingers digging into the flesh of your pelvis shocked your insides, a stomach tightened as you recalled how hoarse his breath was. Your Capitan's voice a few shades deeper than his current tone.

No, it was something you promised yourself wouldn't happen again.

"That's alright, Capitan" you pinched his nose "I'm just a little tired tonight"

You missed the curve of Luffy's brow, turning to reach for the handle again, it wasn't very often when it was just to two of you y'know. He pressed his lips together in a silly face, mulling out his next question slowly "Dooo yooou want... a sleeping buddy?"

Your torso twisted, and your neck slowly tuning as Luffy moved to stand a little closer behind you, leaning closer with every chance he could get "Don't you have a Princess to host?" you teased, one hand ahead of you, twisting the chilly nob before passing through the shadowy threshold.

Luffy seemed to think about it, glancing between you peeling off a shirt and the door swinging temptingly at the end of the hall, he could already hear a few partiers asking where the Capitan of The Sunny may be.

"Nah" He stepped through the doorway "I wanna be with you tonight"

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3v37773

1 year ago

In the One Piece fanfic space, Luffy is either completely Asexual never having the thought of sex before. Or a sex manic with a sex drive of ‘I need to cum every 30 minutes’. There’s no in between.

🔞 Drabble;

While I see the argument for both sides, I’m on the sex manic side because imagine how goofy sex with him would be. You’ll end up laughing and cumming at the same time. And I just find it really funny to imagine him begging for pussy.

“Please! Please! Please! I’m horny again Y/N!”

“We just had sex 18 minutes ago!”

He will actually start sobbing, banging his fist on the floor, and screaming for your body. He has no shame and doesn’t care who’s around to see his pussy tantrum. Once you finally give in his face lights up like an excited puppy. He claps his hands and gives a little “Yahoo!” Before slinging you over his shoulders, throwing you on the bed and mounting you in a heart beat. You don’t know how or when he had taken off your clothes; they seemed to just disintegrate once he threw you on the bed.

And when you two are having sex, EVERYONE KNOWS. This man is wild in the sheets, the head board is banging against the wall rapidly, the creaks and cries coming from the bed frame, His own sounds covering the whole entire room. He doesn’t know his own strength and his mind kind of goes blank, thrusting and feeling good is the only thing on his mind. Which has resulted in your bed frame breaking more then once.

You vaguely remember a time where he was focused so much on cumming that he didn’t even notice his rapid movements had caused the wooden planks of the boat to collapse and fall down to the third floor scaring Usopp half to death. (You passed out a long time ago or else you would have been screaming too) Once he finally came he just looked around blankly like “Oh hey Usopp! How’d we get down here?” With an innocent smile as if he didn’t just blow your back completely out.

My good god. I can’t. He’s just too goofy to take seriously. I’m on the sex manic Luffy side, it’s too funny to not think about.

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3 months ago

Self Restraint

summary: Zoro’s grown a bit too content in his life after beginning to date you… too lazy. After finding an interesting magazine, he finds the perfect way to train himself in self restraint… with your help.

cw: f!reader, established relationship, edging, overstimulation, orgasm delay/denial, uhhh nsfw if you couldn’t tell

a/n: if the tense keeps changing, no it doesnt

Zoro prided himself on being a man with little to no wants or needs. If he had food, a place to sleep, and of course, his swords, he could survive anyone and anything.

And then you came along and trampled his holy trinity into the ground beneath your pretty little shoe. As he spent more time with you, he found that he was *wanting*. Wanted to see your face. Wanted to hear your voice. Wanted to feel your body.

It’s only got worse when you had reciprocated his feelings on that fateful night on the Thousand Sunny. That night when he cradled you so close, his breath mingling with yours and those sweet, sweet, lips of yours crying his name.

That’s when those wants turned to needs. The gates of heaven had opened to him and he didn’t have it in himself to turn away.

He was becoming selfish, taking and taking and taking simply because he enjoyed it.

He found himself in your room when he could be training. Whispering sweet praises into your ears when he should have been meditating.

Roronoa Zoro was growing lazy and he didn’t like it one bit. His self control was slipping and it was all your fault. But he had absolutely no clue how to fix the mess he’d gotten himself into.

The idea only struck him when he had found himself rummaging through Sanji’s locker, in search of the sword polish he had been so sure that asshole had taken. In his search he accidentally stumbled upon a *certain* kind of magazine, certainly not the one delivered by the News Coo. The swordsman could only assume where the perv had gotten it from. Zoro shoved the magazine back where he found it… but not before ripping a page out and shoving it in his pocket.

It was about mid afternoon when Zoro stalked into your shared quarters and stripped until he was as naked as the day he was born. He cast his clothes to the floor and stared at you a scowl on his lips, as if expecting something. “Hey,” Zoro huffed, “Hey woman.”

You were reading, or maybe writing, Zoro was a bit too preoccupied to tell. His mind was thinking of the best way to propose the ludicrous idea that had been swimming in his head the past few nights.

You lazily glance up at Zoro, giving his toned body a quick once over, before turning back to your papers. “Mhm… you look very strong.” You hummed placatingly with a firm nod. You had seen Zoro naked enough times by now to no longer be fazed… too much. You’d grown use to him coming into your room and taking off his shirt, waiting for you to compliment his physique, or ask him how he had trained that day. It was a bit prideful, but you’d come to find it endearing, and frankly flattering that he wanted to hear praise from you. Many said that he was blunt it was a trait you loved about him-

“Tch. I need you to jerk me off.” The swordsman made a vague motion with his hand before stooping down to dig around in his pockets before producing a paper, it’s torn and crumpled. Zoro thrust it out awkwardly, waving it around as he waited for you to take it.

Now *that* caught your attention. You blink once, then twice. You drop your book and look at him with raised eyebrows. Your boyfriend wasn’t one to blush, he was no prude, and he knows what he wants, but your eyes land on his ears, where the tips are just the slightest bit pink. Cute. Crawling towards the end of the bed and snatching the waving paper from his hand, your lip twitches in amusement.

In big red letter it reads, ‘Train Your Pup’ and below it is a pornographic photo of a man and woman on a bed, the man with tears in his eyes as the woman had her hand wrapped around his almost inhumanly large cock. The man had obviously cum multiple times, his entire body flushed as the woman sat behind him, her chin resting on his shoulder while her pretty manicured nails grasp the man’s flushed and abused length. You weren’t one to judge, but this picture was rather extreme; nipple clamps, handcuffs… and was that a whip in the corner?

You try to stifle your laughter as you look back up to Zoro, his expression entirely serious as he nodded his head to you. “I won’t cum.” He says firmly, his hands balled into fists, “But you need to try your best to make me.”

“…Edging.” You supplied.

“Sure.” Zoro snatched the paper from your hands and pointed at the man, “And I won’t cry like this fool either. If I ever cry during sex or otherwise, I want you to stab me through the heart.”

You blink up at him, what was this about, and how did he find an erotic magazine. He wouldn’t…

“You’re not Sanji right? Did you guys switch bodies or something?”

Zoro’s face sours as if he had just sucked on a lemon and you wave a hand at him, “Sorry, forget I asked. This just isn’t very… I don’t know… you.”

“It’s training, woman.” Zoro crumples the page into a ball and tosses it into a random corner. “You’ve made me lazy and content, this is your fault.”

You were completely and utterly confused, but if this was what Zoro wants… you weren’t going to deny him.

—

That’s how you end up with your back against the headboard with Zoro practically in your lap. Your legs resting on top of his as if to keep his thighs parted. You try to replicate the position of the woman in the photo, but Zoros’ shoulders are a bit too broad and he has to slump slightly to let you see what you’re doing.

He’s only half hard and your hand absentmindedly strokes up and down to get him fully erect. It was training after all, Zoro wasn’t exactly preoccupied with sex. You rest your cheek against his shoulder, looking at his face in an attempt to get a glimpse of what he’s thinking. But he simply watches your hand, as if mesmerized by the way your thumb slides against his tip, making his breath catch just slightly. Your hand looks small compared to his cock, your thumb and middle finger just barely able to wrap around his base.

Zoro loved watching your hand work, the way your hand would slide down to cup his balls while the other eased precum out of his steadily throbbing cock. He blinked and suddenly he was fully erect, his tip brushing against his abdomen. Damn, that was fast.

“We should think of a safe word.” Your words lull against Zoro’s ear and he is paying just enough attention to furrow his brow in confusion.

“Hell’s that?” He gruffs, shifting his hips and parting his thighs more to give you better access, your nails run along Zoro’s length and he clicks his tongue.

“You’re dense, y’know that? It’s for if it becomes too much, you say the word and I stop.”

“I won’t need that. I’ve grown lazy but I still have some self control.”

“Zoro.”

“Seriously, woman, I don’t need it.”

“Zoro.”

“Gah, fine.” Zoro’s face turns into an annoyed scowl, you had pulled your hand away when he had begun to argue with you and he didn’t like it. His thighs twitched. “Pick a word then, I don’t care.”

“Bumblebee.” Zoro can feel your amused smile against his back and he groans quietly, muttering about how stupid this was it is and how he didn’t need a damn safe word.

As you begin to stroke Zoro’s cock at a relatively controlled pace, your hand starting at the base before sliding up with a loud *schlick*, you’d spend a few moments taking care of his tip before grasping firmly and tugging back down.

Zoro grits his teeth and looks to the ceiling, his fingers twitching. “Today, we’ll only do 40 minutes-“

Your hand pauses and you pull back slightly, “40 minutes? You’re joking, my wrist will get tired.”

“Then use your mouth.”

—

Zoro tries to meditate at first, keep the feeling of pleasure at bay. But he wasn’t used to trying to deny an orgasm before. For Zoro, an orgasm wasn’t a prolonged event, he would spend a few minutes feeling fucking great and then he would move on with his life. Before you, self pleasure was nothing but merely rubbing a quick one out in the shower, or lying in bed and tugging at his cock as if trying to rip it off. And once he met you, not much changed, except for the fact that he had someone to picture when he would touch himself.

Zoro found that he cared much more for your pleasure, the feeling of himself orgasming was simply an added bonus.

Of course, Zoro liked fucking. He loved it, really. The way it felt, the intimacy, the control. But what he liked even more was *you* being fucked.

Zoro felt much better about himself when he was making you twitch and gasp as his tongue swirled your clit. His dick never felt better than when you were begging him to fuck you with it. His voice never sounded more attractive than when he was whispering soft praises in your ears. It almost felt like a sin to prioritize his pleasure over your own.

On the rare occasion that Zoro would let you suck him off, he enjoyed it, sure, but he’d much rather have you ride his face. He didn’t like the idea of him being the only one being pleasured, it made him feel almost… humiliated. Despite how much you would reassure him that making him feel good made you feel good, it always left a strange feeling in his stomach.

So yeah… this was a new experience for him to simply sit there… and take it. Is this how you always felt when he takes care of you?

His abdomen spasms as your hand speeds up and he curses quietly, torn from his thoughts. “Other hand… use it…” He pants softly, his fingers digging into the fat of your thigh as he licks his lips.

Zoro shuts his eyes again, steadying his breath as your hands work skillfully. He runs through the steps of how to clean a sword. He imagines training with his sword. Imagines the basics of wielding a sword.

Swing, step through.

Swing, step-

Fuck, you smell good.

Your lips latch onto his neck and startles him from the half meditative state he had managed to pull himself into. Zoro grunts, his hips bucking and his lips pursing.

His cock aches, he’s close.

Soft grunts and huffs spill past his lips and he slips a hand behind himself, wedging his fingers between your navel and his back. He shimmy’s his digits past your shorts and tugs on the hood of your clit. But instead of stimulating the small bud as you were expecting, he pushes past and slides his finger along your slit. He listens to the soft keen that escapes your lips and he nearly cums right then and there. He jerks against your hold, sitting up straighter as that soft sound of pleasure echos in his mind. He tugs his hand out of your shorts as if he had been burned, his fingers were soaked, just from that one swipe.

He thought that maybe he could finger you in an attempt to distract himself. Usually he could go hours just from simply playing with your pussy, watching it weep and tense with the smallest movement of his finger. It was almost therapeutic for him to sit you down in his lap after a long training session and toy with your pretty puffy pussy until you yelled at him, your face as pink as your folds as you berated him for teasing you.

But toying with you would decidedly not work in his favor today, he was already sensitive enough, and even the memory of your flushed face made his eyes widen in panic as he realized he was about to cum.

He tugs his hand out of your shorts as if he had been burned, his fingers were soaked, just from that one swipe. He glances at you from over his shoulder and groans at the sight of your sheepish smile.

Fuck, you were so wet.

Fuck… he wants to cum.

But training…

Zoro suddenly jerks and swats at your thigh, surely leaving a red mark, “Hey- shit… Hey!” He barks and you seem to get the message, your hands slowing to a stop, only your thumb stroking back and forth.

The pirate hunter furrowed his brow as the feeling of his orgasm withdrew. It felt… frustrating. And he felt angry.

Raking a hand through his wet hair- when had he grown so sweaty?- and taking a few steadying breaths. He nodded at you, “Alright… go again.”

You seem to hesitate for a moment, “Remember the safe word?” You gain a sour look in response.

Your hands begin their pace again, your soft skin working up and down his throbbing cock. The room is filled with wet *shlicks* and muffled grunts and groans escaping from Zoro’s lips.

This time, it felt as though the orgasm came on faster, trying to take him by surprise. Zoro doesn’t even recognize he’s about to cum at first, but you do. Because you’ve always paid close attention to him.

Your hands slow, but just barely, “Zoro… hey, focus.” You encourage softly. Sure, you didn’t quite understand why this supposed ‘training’ was so necessary. But if it was important to Zoro, then it was important to you.

Zoro grits his teeth, one hand fisting the mattress while the other grabs at your thigh, his large fingers digging and massaging as his hips bucking up against you. He hisses, his eyes squeezed tight.

Swing, step through

swing,stepthroughswing,stepthroughswing,stepthrough

His body shudders and he peers his eyes open, forcing his vision to focus until they landed on the stupid black cat clock that you loved so much. The tail waving back and forth, as if taunting him.

Zoro stares at the numbers and blinks.

And blinks again.

And maybe he even blinked a third time

It’d only been 12 minutes.

12 goddamn minutes that had stretched into an eternity yet compressed into no time at all.

40 minutes… perhaps Zoro was a bit overconfident.

“That clock’s not right…” Zoro accuses, his breath ragged and a shuddering groan escaping his lips.

“Hm? Yes it is.”

“Oh, fuck me…”

—

It was minute 23 when the world renowned pirate hunter, master of the three sword style, right hand man of the straw hat pirates, Roronoa Zoro broke.

Well… in his eyes, and maybe yours too.

It was minute 17 when he had his first orgasm, there was quite a lot of cum, more than normal for him. His entire body had felt as though it were alight as you whispered soft words in his ears. Zoro had no fucking clue what you said to him.

Roronoa Zoro had failed, but perhaps he could still salvage this. When you moved to pull away, he grit his teeth and shook his head. He didn’t trust himself to speak,

but he needed you to keep going. He failed a rep but he would still finish this damn workout.

Since then he’s been a mess, his body shiny with sweat. His muscles jumping from the barest brush of your arm. Zoro’s cock aches, a dull throb that echoed through his body with each movement of your hand.

You were also growing bolder. You seemed to like seeing Zoro like this. Evil woman.

“You look like a watermelon, Zoro.” You giggle, nibbling on his blushing ear and making a hot spurge of cum erupt from Zoro’s flushed cock. Damn, he really was no better than the man from the magazine.

You press a kiss to his flushed cheek, you don’t think you’ve ever seen your boyfriend as flushed as he is right now. You press your temple to his green locks, your hand is covered, and the sheets are ruined.

“God- Fuckin-“ Zoro’s hips buck so aggressively that he nearly sends you tumbling off the bed.

Your hand subconsciously tightens around his shaft as you steady yourself. And you hear a sound that you don’t think has ever escaped your boyfriend’s lips before.

A quiet, shuddering whine.

He pauses, and you pause as well. He slowly looks over his shoulder and give you an unamused look, but it doesn’t quite give the intended effect with his flushed, sweaty face and the drool that had begun to collect at the corner of his mouth.

“Don’t even- mph…” Zoro is cut off as he catches that evil glint in your eyes right before you begin to stroke him once again… hard. Your hand feels as though it’s choking his cock, cum collecting on your fingers and dribbling down your wrist. You move at a pace that shouldn’t be allowed and Zoro feels as though he’s transcended heaven into a realm where he couldn’t tell if he was feeling pleasure or pain.

You’re not sure if you’ve ever seen Zoro so vocal. But you find it’s one of the best things you’ve ever seen or heard. Sounds escape his lips that sound straight out of a porno.

Zoro never strayed from grunts and groans when he had sex, you were blessed with the occasional moan or shuddering breath every once in a while. But never before had you heard these… whines and whimpers.

He bucks and groans beneath your diligent hand. His eyes rolling back and his bottom lip ground down to raw flesh.

You glance at the clock, only a few minutes left. You almost feel bad for the guy, the way his entire body twitches as thin, watery cum dribbles down his cock to join the puddle on his stomach.

“Only three more minutes, Zoro, you’re doing so good, yeah?” You try to encourage him, but the sound of your voice seems to make his sounds of pleasure louder.

“Fuck… y/n… stop talking… you’re gonna make me-“

Zoro’s head lolls to the side to look at you and his face softens at the sight of your encouraging smile. His mouth that had been twisted into a sneer slowly relaxed and he caught your lips. His mouth was clumsy, his mind in some far off place, but you didn’t mind. If anything, it made your heart beat faster.

—

“Should I make you cum one more time or-“

“Fuck no.” Zoro hisses as your hand pulls away from his red, twitching cock. He glares down at his twitching thighs and clicks his tongue, trying to get his breathing under control. His body was nothing but a damn traitor.

You giggle, Zoro slumps back against you and can feel your back digging into the headboard. Zoro peers up at you between squinted eyes, his lips shiny with his saliva. He narrows his gaze, “That was humiliating.”

“You asked for it. And I told you that forty minutes is insane.” You rest your hands on your thighs, leaning forward to hover over Zoro, your stupid, pretty, grin filling his vision.

“I need to train this. We need to do it again… tomorrow.”

You stare at Zoro’s completely serious face,

not a hint of teasing, but then your eyes slide to his ears that have somehow grown a shade darker, “Nuh uh… you liked it, didn’t you?”

Zoro glares at you but doesn’t argue, and you huff out a laugh. Zoro would never lie to you. The swordsman groans and twists in your lap until he’s lying on his stomach, he shimmy’s down until he’s able to rest his chin on your thigh. A soft, content hum escapes his lips. Zoro grins at the sight of you licking your lips and the way your breath shudders.

You know what? He deserves a reward for training so hard today.

“You’re still wet, yeah? Wanna say thank you.”

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1 year ago

Buzz Buzz - Sanji x Reader NSFW

Girl........I am down bad.

Word Count: 7,200 words!?!? Girl what the fuck.... This is self-indulgent af.

Sanji finds something of yours that you really would've preferred to keep private. But maybe it wasn't all bad?

Warnings; NSFW MDNI. cis!fem reader, sorry 'bout that, Both Sanji and reader are incredibly awkward, self-conscious, and like one-upping each other, plus size!reader, vibrators, no p in v soz lol. 100% this was written with pre-timeskip anime Sanji in mind, love that cringefail malewife energy. Surprisingly switches all round...also yes I know those with dicks have a refractory period...I just don't care lol

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You had barely made it inside the women’s room when you caught the ship’s cook. He was crouched, holding something small and looking befuddled. What was that? Wait! No, how did he find that!?

"Sanji! Put that down!" You screamed, face on fire.

Sanji shot to his feet, looking terrified at the prospect of being caught, and yet, he still periodically eyed the implement in his hand, making no move to abandon it.

"What is it?" The question sounded innocent, but you knew the flirt was just trying to get a rise out of you. Unfortunately you're only human, and Sanji always seemed to bring out the worst of it.

"You know EXACTLY what that is!" You hissed, trying to lunge for it. Sanji side stepped you with ease. With fire in your eyes, you quickly captured his wrist, backing him against the wall. Sanji blinked at you blankly. His questioning look stopping you in your tracks. "You...you don't know what that is, do you?"

You wanted to faint when Sanji shook his head. What the hell did he mean? You were sure if any of the men on board knew what that was, it would be the perverted cook. With a blush you stared him down.

"It's a massager."

"Oh my dear, you should come to me, I'd gladly rub your stress away."

You honest to gods squealed at that. Recovering, you caged the man in between you and the wall, fist resting next to his head. Your eyes burning as you sized him up. "Are you fucking with me Black Leg?"

"No, I would gladly give you a massage! My hands may be for cooking, but for you my dear, I'll make an exception. Maybe I could use it some time?"

If your face got any redder you would faint. Spitting out a growl, you regarded the man with a sneer. How dare that asshole make fun of you? "You fucking pervert."

Sanji jumped, clearly offended. "How?! I was only offering a shoulder massage. I don't have any ulterior motives, chef's honour."

"It's a personal massager, Sanji." You gritted out. The blonde stared down at you, confusion evident. Gods he was so stupid sometimes! A growl ripped from your throat. "It's a vibrator. A sex toy. I use it to cum."

The velvety soft bullet clattered to the ground. Darting your eyes up, you took in the frozen man. Sanji was growing redder at a rapid pace. He squeaked out something unintelligible. You watched the blush spread down his neck, blooming beautifully. Huh, he really didn't know what it was.

"Oh." He managed. "You...uh...a toy?"

"I have needs Sanji." You deadpanned, pulling away. You didn't miss how he sighed in relief at your retreating form. Man, fuck him! It's not like you left it out in the open for anyone to find it!

"And you...you use it?"

"Well duh...it's not for decoration." You crossed your arms over your chest, feeling uncomfortable at the way he looked at you incredulously. "Look now that we've got that explained, can you piss off and let me wallow in my embarrassment?"

Sanji didn't budge, still looking at you with that odd look on his face, like he didn't quite understand. It caused anger to burn brighter in your chest. You snatched the vibrator off the floor, causing Sanji's eyes to widen. With a huff you stomped to your bed, flopping face down onto it.

"Miss (Name)?" Sanji asked quietly. You ignored him, trying to suffocate yourself with your pillow. This was humiliating. Why the hell did you have to like Sanji of all people? "Look, (Name), I was just surprised is all-"

You snapped at him from your hiding spot. "We don't all chase the first pretty thing we see to get relief Sanji! Some of us have to take care of our own business."

"Wh-what?"

All you were doing was digging yourself a deeper hole, but you didn't care. "I saw how disgusted you looked. I didn't ask you to find it. You can go tell the crew how pathetic I am! Oh, (name) can't get anyone to look at her like that, how sad. Poor thing, having to rely on something like a toy. Hahaha! Never mind there's never any stupid privacy on this stupid ship. A-and I can have the urge too! So don't look at me like that! I haven't had sex since I got on this godforsaken ship, so excuse me for getting something to help."

You were purely catastrophising, clear that anxiety had gotten the best of you. Sanji would never be that cruel. You weren't sure when, but judging on how damp your pillow was, you had been crying for some time. Well that's embarrassing. Sanji was the last person you wanted to cry in front of.

The bed creaked from extra weight, causing you to wince. You tried desperately to make yourself smaller, to shy away from the man. Instead you felt his large hand pat the small of your back. You jumped in surprise, causing the hand to falter. It began rubbing small soothing circles, You sighed.

"Why aren't you leaving? I asked you to piss off."

There was a pause. Then you heard Sanji speak. It was faint, unsure of what to do.

"And leave a lady to cry alone? I don't think so." You scoffed. "If it makes you feel better-"

"Look I'm sorry for crying-"

"I think it's hot."

You stiffened. Sanji felt you go rigid beneath his touch. The silence grew suffocating, You whipped your head to meet his gaze, eyes wide.

"Fucking excuse me?"

Sanji looked embarrassed, ducking to avoid your questioning eyes. The hand on your back spasmed. "I didn't think it was pathetic...thought it was hot...And I don't think it's true that no one shows you interest-"

That drew a callous laugh from you. "Oh please. You and I both know I'm not drop dead gorgeous like Nami or Robin. You've seen the attention I get from men. You don't look like me and not see the way men avoid you like the plague."

The hand on your back tightened into a fist. grabbing the back of your top. You tried to twist to lie on your back but the hand held you in place. Sanji's voice was dark, an unspoken threat dangling in the air. "Excuse me?"

"C'mon Ji, it's cute you're trying to cheer me up but look at me! You think I'm the kinda girl that has men lining up out the door to fuck? I know how I look, it's why I got this back in Loguetown. Don't need to scare anyone off this way." You waggled the vibrator, laughing.

Sanji clearly did not like the way you were talking about yourself, if the way he quickly flipped you onto your back was any indication. You squealed in alarm, feeling the hard mattress dig into your back. He hovered over you, caging you under him, his legs on either side of your plush thighs. You gulped.

"Are you serious?" He snarled. You stared up at him, his eyes were burning with anger, lips drawn into a frown. You protested weakly.

"Sanji, c'mon man. I know its your whole philosophy that every woman is beautiful, and all that, but let's be real here-"

"Yeah?" He breathed out, daring you to continue. You raised an eyebrow at him.

"You don't have to act like I'm attractive Sanji. When we were in Alabasta you literally tried to cover me up with your jacket after I wore that stupid dancer costume."

The man above you blanched. "Oh (name), you thought I-"

"Was disgusted? Yeah? I don't blame you, it couldn't have been a pretty sight."

"Will you stop that!?" He growled. You froze.

"Wait, you're actually mad?"

Sanji scoffed. "Mad? I'm furious. Who the hell told you you aren't breathtaking?"

"Wh-what? I'm not! I don't need explicit words to see that people don't see me that way. Whenever we go out, it's always men fawning over Nami and Robin, and rightfully so, they're hot. If we need to distract someone? It's always Nami being sexy. You do it too. Nami shows a little skin? You're wagging your tongue like a stray dog. I show a bit of skin? You look like you're in physical pain. What about that day on the deck when we were sunbathing? Nami and Robin had hyped me up to try a bikini. I'd never worn one before. When you saw me in a swimsuit, you couldn't get out of there fast enough, like the mere sight of me hurt you. Haven't worn one since."

"I was in pain." Sanji spat. "I was fucking hard."

What?

You gasped. "What?"

Sanji's face was a dark red, his ears burning, but he held your gaze, looking furious. If looks could kill you'd be nothing but ash under him. "I was fucking hard." He repeated. "I had no idea you were going to be there half-naked. Had to get out of there quick before anyone saw."

You opened your mouth to speak, but Sanji wasn't done.

"And in Alabasta? I tried covering you because I realised it was a mistake. That I wanted to be the only one to see you like that. And I wasn't lying when I said you having a vibrator was hot! I was in shock at the thought of you using it. I don't think it's pathetic. I think me having to fucking jack off in the bathroom because you bent over in front of me, or made those noises enjoying my food, or I watched you kick some guy's ass, is pathetic. Why can't you understand that you're sexy?"

Sanji took in you under him, chubby cheeks a bright red. Your eyes were wet with unshed tears. His eyes softened. "I'm sorry I ever made you think you weren't gorgeous."

"But..." You started, clearly flustered. "Nami and Robin?"

"Are beautiful, yes. But they aren't you."

"But...you really think I'm pretty?"

"Pretty? Darling I think you're so fucking hot you've made me cum in my pants like a boy more than once."

"Really?!" Your eyes were sparkling. That was a welcome change, Sanji mused. He would gladly embarrass himself tenfold, if it meant you'd see yourself how he saw you.

"Yeah. Once was not long after we met. You wanted a sparring partner. I thought you were gonna go easy on me, and I wasn't gonna fight back. You were vicious. It was hot." He tried to shrug in his current position. "If you remember you got me in a headlock between your thighs."

"I thought you slunk away because you were upset I hurt you? You made that whimpering noise and looked in pain."

"I do not whimper!" He protested weakly. "I 'slunk away' because I came."

"Oh."

"So I can assure you, I'm a pervert for you too, especially you."

"I think of you when I masturbate!" You blurted out.

It happened quickly. Sanji's eyes grew wide, his breath hitched. You watched as his forearms shook.

Then he lost his balance.

You'd love to say he fell head first into your tits, moaning in pure bliss. But that only happens in romance books.

No. He headbutted you by accident, flopping directly on top of you like a dead fish. The two of you hissed in pain. Your head throbbed. Motherfucker. For a scrawny bastard he sure was heavy, clearly all muscle, you mused. All muscle, including the very firm one that was poking you in the hip.

"Are you fucking hard?" You hissed. Sanji propped himself up with one hand by your side, the other rubbing his forehead.

"Of course I'm hard." He hissed back. "You just told me you masturbate to me. I'm assuming you're using that stupid toy."

"It's not stupid!" You defended. "It can pack quite a punch."

"You could have used me, darling?" He offered halfheartedly, masking his nerves with a fake smile.

You shot him a wry grin back. "Oh that was smooth. Unless you can magically vibrate-"

"I could do better."

"You could let me use it on you." Hmph. Cheeky. Sanji felt faint at the implications. His cock twitched against you. You widen your eyes at him in interest. "Oh? Would you like to try it?

"I'd rather try you, thank you."

You laughed honestly. Sanji felt the air knocked out of him when you caged him in with your legs, ankles crossing to dig in his back. He shuddered as you dragged him deeper against you, a dangerous look in your eyes. Sanji loved you, honestly. But sometimes he wanted nothing more than to make you feel as nervous as he did. Mustering all his charm he winked at you.

"So you masturbate to the thought of me?"

Oh that did it. Red bloomed deliciously from your cheeks, your ears, down to where your neckline began. Sanji felt his cock twitch eagerly, pride filling him. You diverted your gaze in embarrassment, puffing out your cheeks. Cute.

"And if I do?"

"That's cute." He grinned, You scowled up at him. He felt your thighs tighten around him. "Oh, I affect you that much, hm?"

Sanji couldn't help the involuntary squawk that escaped when you flipped the two of you with your hips, taking advantage of your lower centre of gravity. Your weight sat deliciously on top of him, allowing him to effectively crush his cock against your clothed mound. He groaned as you adjusted your position, making yourself comfortable.

"What was that, cook?" You panted out, trying to minimise how riled up you were. With pure purpose, you leant forward, caging his head between your arms. "Because from where I am you look pretty affected."

The man below you gulped as you leant forward, moving to rest on your elbows, bringing your face closer. The blush on your cheeks showed no sign of calming down, the only telltale sign Sanji could find that you were embarrassed. Your voice dropped. "If you must know, it's a common occurrence. You drive me wild you silly man. Can I kiss you?"

Sanji laughed, dragging your face down to meet him. He kissed you passionately, hands cradling your face firmly. You smiled into the kiss, sucking gently at his lower lip. With a groan, Sanji reciprocated and then some. The impromptu makeout session halted when you propped yourself up to breathe. You stared down at him with stars in your eyes.

"Wow." You breathed.

"Yeah." Sanji panted.

Silence. The two of you basking in each other.

"Would you let me play with you, Sanji?"

You were rewarded with a moan as he nodded, eyes scrunched shut. Eagerly you sat back on his hips. Exploratively, you ran your hands down his chest, rubbing your way back up. Sanji shivered as you began unbuttoning his shirt, fingers clumsy with want. When you got the last button done you couldn't help yourself, feeling all over his chest, as if you were mapping it to memory. Sanji hissed as your nails lightly scratched over his nipples, hips lightly bucking up into you. You hummed appreciatively.

"Can you stop teasing me, love?" Sanji bit out. You laughed.

With no pomp or circumstance, you divest yourself of your shirt, tossing it somewhere behind you. Sanji whined, reaching up for you. You avoided his hand, crushing your bra-clad chest back to his. You were rewarded with a stuttered sigh.

Sanji felt himself freeze when you licked a stripe up his neck. You were savouring him, stopping to nibble his ear lobe. You had one arm stretched far past his head, the other braced on his shoulder. Sanji bucked his hips at a particularly harsh bite. He could feel you grin against his skin. If Sanji was honest, he felt faint as you kissed back down his neck, stopping when you found his pulse point. Sanji bit back a moan as you sucked harshly, bringing your outstretched hand back to cup his pec. Small whines being the only thing to reward you.

"S-stop teasing, love." He was more flustered now. Perfect.

Bzzzz

Sanji froze, eyes wide. He breathed out a small "What the fuck?" watching with bated breath as you pulled yourself back up, a wicked grin on your features. A jolt of electricity shot through him as he felt a vibration against his neck.

You eyed him hungrily, slowly dragging the vibrator down his neck. The man beneath you was panting, eyes scrunched tight as you dragged the vibrator down to his chest. You circled a nipple with the vibrating tip, causing Sanji to jump. You bit back a moan.

"Look at me Sanji." You purred. A wave of arousal washed over you as he peered up at you with wide eyes. You languidly toyed with the vibrator, tickling your way down his stomach, the man beneath you squirming. "This okay?"

"Yeah." A whisper. You grinned.

"Good boy. Balance this for me, okay?"

The vibrator on his abdomen buzzed idly as you shuffled back. With a wicked glint in your eyes you trailed your hand downwards. Sanji accidentally bucked his hips when your fingers found his belt, making quick work of undoing the buckle. You paused, the man beneath you trying desperately to still. When you deemed him still enough you moved to opening his trousers, fighting your way through a button. You'd never really noticed that Sanji wore his pants higher up on his hips. It made sense, you realised, from a fighting point of view. Huh, you'd have to tag that away for future reference.

"I didn't expect you to have such a sexy happy trail. Gods, so coarse." You moaned, feeling your way down through his hair, You let your fingers lightly touch under his pants. Sanji squirmed. You cooed.

"What a good boy, I'll be taking this back, thank you." You purposefully tickled him as you took back the vibrator, staring at him through lidded eyes. Sanji felt himself freeze, knowing full well what you were planning to do.

Sanji felt an undignified groan escape him as he felt you press the vibrator to his clothed groin with featherlight pressure. You were killing him!

"Please do something (Name), you are driving me insane."

"Oh? More like this?" You feigned innocence, cupping both the vibrator and his bulge with one hand, and cranking the vibrator up with the other. You watched with perverse satisfaction as the man clenched his fists into your bedsheets. Good. With one hand you slipped the zipper down painfully slow. You made a show of sticking your hand through the opening and began palpating his clothed cock, making sure to squeeze every now and then.

The man below you began panting, trying to talk but instead babbling something incoherent. You laughed.

With the now intensified vibrator, you slipped it between his parted thighs, placing it directly at the apex. Sanji squealed at that, scrambling to move away.

"Too much?" You cooed, though a genuine questioning tone laid underneath. Looking up to survey his expression, you found him biting onto his hand to muffle his noises. He shook his head.

"Just unfamiliar." He willed his eyes open and tried to fix you with a glare. It failed miserably, and the man instead looked like he was going to cry.

Would it be so bad to make him cry?

You hummed as a way to acknowledge you saw him. Sanji managed to choke out a strangled, "You're not putting that in my ass."

The laugh that ripped from you was raucous and joyful. You playfully swatted his knee.

"I wasn't going to go anywhere near your ass!" You managed out through giggles. Sanji blushed. "Geez, getting ahead of yourself, aren't you?"

"Just hurry up and touch me." Sanji muttered. You giggled, withdrawing your hand. The man below you whined at the loss.

"Relax! Right now, I really just wanna blow you. That okay?"

"Y-yeah! Fuck, I mean, if you want to?"

"Really wanna. Can I put this against your balls? It'll feel good, promise?"

Sanji shuddered beneath you, the vulgarity of your words hitting him. You were looking at him with hopeful eyes, a far cry from what you were saying. He supposed he could always say no if he hated it. He nodded slowly.

"Yeah. Yeah, okay."

You squealed happily, hands flying up to try pulling down his pants. When they refused to budge you swatted at his thigh. Sanji let out a little yip, lifting his hips. You grinned wolfishly, tugging at the garment till it reached his mid thigh. You lightly trailed your hands up his thighs, tickling his inner thighs with your light touch. Sanji squirmed.

When your eyes met his pelvis you whistled lowly. "Now isn't that something? Definitely more than a mouthful. Didn't take you for a briefs kinda guy, to be honest."

Sanji clearly didn't like the tone he perceived from that. He snapped at you, face red. "They are boxer briefs, thank you! They offer the best support. Why am I even explaining this to you anyway? I shouldn't have to justify my underWEAR-"

Sanji's voice pitched high as you cupped him. You rubbed small circles, grinding your palm against him. "Relax! It makes sense, you don't want a ball popping out when you're doing those high kicks. Thought you'd be thankful I pointed out that and not the giant wet patch."

"Would you be quiet? I can feel myself going soft." Sanji whined. You laughed.

"That's not what I'm feeling sweetheart." As if on cue you felt his cock jump at the pet name. You grinned, swallowing the extra saliva that filled your mouth. "As fun as this panty chat is, I'd really like to unwrap my present now."

Sanji stared at you through lidded eyes as your thumbs hooked under his waistband, pulling lightly. He hissed at the feeling. With no real ceremony, you began peeling the fabric away from him. Eyes sparkling as his cock came into view. The head was red and angry, a clear representation at how frustrated he must feel. His cock was lithe, curved, and definitely long. You found that a fitting comparison to its owner.

"Fuck." You whispered. "I'm sorry sweetheart, you're gonna have to tell me if it's too much, ‘kay? I gotta suck you off."

Sanji barely got to respond before you were on him, hands squeezing him. Whatever he was going to say got cut off by a guttural moan. You pumped him a few times, coating his cock in his pre-cum. If Sanji was wriggly before, he was practically fucking your fist. You braced one hand on his hip.

"Bon Appetit."

You engulfed him, taking as much as you could into your mouth. A moan tore its way out of you as you tasted him. Gods it was so musky, you needed more. You sucked harshly, causing the man below you to squeal and scramble for purchase. You really weren't going easy on him.

The wet sounds that ensued were sinful, causing the both of you to feel embarrassed. You didn't care too much, needing to suck this man dry. You'd spent way too long thinking about this. You pumped what you couldn't fit in your mouth, laving your tongue on the underside of his cock. Sanji felt dizzy by the sensation, the heat in his groin growing. He couldn't help himself, hips bucking into your mouth. You gagged as he touched the back of your throat.

"Sorry. Sorry baby, feels too good." You hummed around his cock happily, causing Sanji to whine. "Baby, love, I'm not gonna last long, I promise I'm better than this."

You pulled off with a lewd pop, cooking a brow at him. A hoarse voice you didn't recognise as your own regarded him. "Y'perfect. Now calm down and cum in my mouth, can fuck me some other day."

Sanji whimpered as you resumed your ministrations, scrunching his eyes shut. Fuck, the pleasure was too much. He couldn't stop the way he lightly rocked his hips. He was so close. So close.

BZZZZZZZ

Ohoho. There was no way you'd forgotten what he'd agreed to. You firmly held the vibrating bullet against the back of his balls, resting on his perineum. Electricity coiled inside him, balls growing tight. Sanji honestly keened, a high whine escaping him. Oh shit that was...

Fuck. Too Much.

"(Name), I'm, oh fuck-"

Sanji tried to pry you off, embarrassed at the thought of cumming in your mouth. You growled around him, swallowing around him. Sanji moaned, hips delivering a final stutter.

He came. Hot seed spilling into your mouth and down your throat. Sanji's whole body shook. You gently licked at him, milking him through his orgasm. When you deemed the man thoroughly spent, you removed the bullet and pulled him out of your mouth. Sanji looked at you with frantic eyes.

"Spit that out!" He hissed, afraid to be heard. This was embarrassing. He hadn't even touched you yet, and here he was, trying to get you to get rid of his cum. Sanji felt himself grow light headed as he watched you swallow, your throat bobbing with the movement.

"You know we don't waste food Sanji. And how could I turn down such a treat?" You laughed, voice raspy.

Sanji whined. How dare you use his words against him! He felt awkward. You pulled his underwear back up, patting his hip.

"Lemme touch you!" He pleaded. You laughed. "No, really. Let me eat you out!"

You flushed beautifully. "Oh. Um. I don't think you want to do that!"

Sanji huffed. "I do! You're not gonna use that stupid toy, sit on my face, please darling."

You squeaked. "No! I'm not gonna sit on your f-face! And it's not stupid. Made you cum."

Sanji rolled his eyes, a blush high on his cheeks. "That's not hard when you're involved. Please?"

"I'm too heavy and I won't taste nice! N-no!" You scrambled to the other side of your bed while Sanji pulled his pants back up. His eyes softened.

"That's not true. I'm sure I don't taste good." He faltered when you shook your head. He tried to muster up his signature charm. "Oh, you're worried you're too addictive and I'll never leave you alone?"

That drew a laugh from you. Sanji smiled. "C'mon love? Can I...can I finger you at least? Really wanna touch you."

Your face was glowing red, eyes shifting away from him. "Oh. Um. I suppose that's okay."

Sanji leapt off the bed. "Good! Yes! Get comfy!" He watched as you settled where he'd been, clearly feeling embarrassed. You covered your stomach with your arms. Sanji frowned. "Love... You know that won't do."

"Ah. Sanji c'mon." You pleaded.

"Uh uh. You were so confident before. C'mon lay back. Just relax, I won't bite, unless you want me to?"

There was that cocky grin you found so endearing. With a sigh, you sunk back into the mattress, letting your hands fall to your side. When you nodded, Sanji took that as his cue.

Fervently he scrambled onto the bed, pinning you under him. He began peppering kisses all over your face, causing you to giggle. He was acting like an overexcited puppy. You captured his lips in another searing kiss. Sanji rested a hand on your waist, causing you to gasp. Sanji greedily took advantage of this, licking his way into your mouth. You whined. You heard Sanji groan, evident he could still taste himself.

He pulled back with a pop and you startled at the look he gave you. It was so full of love and warmth, lust evident. He gave you a wink, before he ducked down to start kissing you everywhere. Your non-existent collarbones. He sucked lightly over one of them. You squeaked. He kissed his way down your breasts, free hand groping your smple chest. Sanji grinned against your skin, pleased with the noises he was getting. He trailed both hands to your back, rubbing soothing circles. You sighed as he explored your back.

When you felt his practised fingers make quick work of your bra hooks you gasped, red faced. He pushed them out of the way, lightly clawing at your back. You felt like fainting when your strap started to fall. What if he was disgusted? Sanji felt your breath picking up.

"Oh my dear! Don't be scared. I'll take good care of you I promise! May I see them? I dream of them! You wouldn't deprive me of such a sight?"

You smiled at how cheesy he was. With a light cough you nodded. You wanted to cry at how gentle he was treating you, hands rubbing both your arms. You began to relax. Sanji grinned, eyes wild, as he pulled the straps down your arms, He gestured to the cups, wiggling his eyebrows. You laughed, nodding. He really knew how to ease the tension. Sanji looked awestruck as he pulled your bra away, discarding it off the bed.

"Wow."

Sanji's eyes were positively sparkling, You watched as he nodded, seemingly at nothing, face dangerously red. With shaking hands he reached up to cup your breasts. He let out a shuddering breath. You felt your weighty breasts being lifted, Sanji supporting them with a blissful smile. He bounced his hands lightly, watching as they jiggled.

"So hot. Better than I imagined."

"Yeah?" You tried not to sound too hopeful. Sanji grinned, squeezing experimentally. A cute whine ripped its way out of your throat, head lolling to the side. He was so gentle. You felt guilty for teasing him. "I'm sorry for teasing you. You're so cute you make me wanna make you blush."

Sanji stilled. "Oh. I...I don't mind. It's kinda hot. I'll get you back, don’t worry. Right now, wanna make you feel good."

You tried to push down the butterflies when Sanji kissed your tits as his hands reached your shorts. Embarrassment overcoming you, you buried your face in your hands as he popped open a button.

"Love? We can stop if it's too much?"

"No." You whined behind your hands. "Been a long time, and you're so hot. Don't want you to be disappointed.

"I'm flattered. You know I could never be disappointed (Name)."

Butterflies multiplied when he spoke your name. You nodded, wincing as he played with your zipper. With a sigh, you peeked through your hands. The breath that left you was airy and shaky.

"Okay."

Sanji shot you a dazzling grin. "Then hips up my love!"

You obeyed him, and watched as he dragged your shorts down, not stopping till they hung off one foot. With a shake of your foot the offending article hit the bed. Sanji gasped, cooing at you.

"Ah, your panties have little kittens on them, so cute."

You froze, face dangerously red. Sanji watched out of the corner of his eyes as you floundered beneath him, stuttering.

"I didn't know we were gonna...y'know? Wasn't like I wanted anyone to see 'em. It was uh....laundry day?" Your protests fell on deaf ears.

Sanji chuckled, eyes glinting dangerously. "It's cute. So cute. Can think of another pussy I'd like to see."

You swatted at him in embarrassment, he dodged you playfully.

"I understand why you enjoy teasing me so much. Your face is so cute, love. May I?"

You nodded, not trusting your voice. Sanji grinned. Stupid cook. The object of your affection studied you, clear he was savouring this. You squirmed. Sanji rested his hands on your plush hips.

"You're going to have to spread your legs sweetheart." Sanji bit his lip when you squeaked in response. "C'mon. Let me make you feel good."

Sanji watched, utterly enraptured as you shuffled, spreading your thighs apart. Your thighs looked so inviting, all he wanted to do was bury his face in there and lap at you like a man starving. But he'd respect your wishes, there was always next time. Eyes flicking upwards, he took into account how you weren't looking at him, eyes scrunched shut.

You startled when Sanji crawled between your legs, hands cradling your thighs. The touch tickled and burned, sending electricity buzzing through you straight to your core. Sanji slid a hand up your inner thigh, resting at mid thigh.

"Fuck." You heard him swear, voice full of awe. "You're so wet."

A squeal escaped you and you tried slamming your thighs shut, but Sanji had caught them, staring. You cracked an eye open and gasped, thighs shaking.

Sanji was practically drooling, biting his bottom lip. "You're SO wet..." He trailed off. You felt a hand gently hook your thigh onto his shoulder. He kissed the skin softly, relishing as you quivered under him. "Fuck. You gotta let me eat you next time."

Next Time. The thought made you lightheaded. You whined. Sanji soothed you, rubbing circles on your thigh. When you pried your eyes open you found the man staring directly in your eyes. You startled. Sanji maintained intense eye contact as you felt his knuckle run up your clothed slit. You muffled a shriek, blush returning tenfold. Sanji smiled, eyes turning back to your pussy. You shook as his fingers danced over you, pushing the fabric against you. When he caressed the area you moaned.

"As cute as these are, can I please take them off?" Sanji pleaded playfully.

"Please." You nodded.

You squirmed as he began pulling your panties down, hands tickling the skin uncovered.

"Okay baby, knees together." Sanji coached, picking your other leg up to join the one on his shoulder. You mewled at his gentleness, feeling him drag your underwear down. You tried angling your hips away from him, instead giving him a good view of your rear. "What a cute ass." He mused, continuing to trail the fabric to your feet. With nothing but gentleness, he slipped the underwear off you, balling the fabric up.

You were too busy trying to disappear and hide your nakedness from the man, so you didn't notice how he rubbed it between his fingers before stuffing them in his pockets. He'd make sure you didn't even realise they were missing. He salivated at the thought.

In the meantime you had clamped both hands over your sex. Sanji tutted at you. That wouldn't do. With a sigh he gripped your right leg, beginning to pry them apart. You shrieked, pointing your knees inwards.

"(Name)." Sanji warned. When you didn't respond he swatted lightly at your ass. He grinned when you rewarded him with a squeal, bucking your hips away from his hand and towards him. He'd file that away. Sanji sighed. "Darling please. I'll die if you don't show me that pretty pussy. I'm trying to be gentle, but knowing what's behind those hands, I want to wrench your thighs open."

Sanji watched you surreptitiously rub your thighs together. He cocked an eyebrow. So you were enjoying this. An over-dramatic sigh escaped him. He'd just have to deal with the consequences. Sure you could fight, but Sanji was stronger than you, and when he wrapped a hand under your thigh, thumb wrapping into the inside near your apex, you knew you were fucked.

"Darling. You can be a good girl and show me, or I can do it for you." When you continued squirming and stuttering Sanji tsked. "Then I'm sorry (Name). You can get me back later."

You squealed when he yanked your thighs apart, quickly slotting himself between your legs, rendering you unable to close them fully. If your face got any redder you'd faint, and it was a very likely possibility when you felt his hands circle your wrist. The switch to being more dominant was making your head spin. Sure, you adored submissive Sanji, but the idea that he was acting like this because he wanted to see you that badly ignited you.

"Sorry my love." He apologised before wrenching your hands back. You tried desperately to slap your thighs shut, squirming in his hold. All this did was rut your sex closer to him. You heard Sanji groan, causing you to go deathly still.

"F-fuck."

Fighting the tears in your eyes you avoided his eyes. Sanji breathed out a long sigh, the air hitting your sex. You whined.

"Holy fuck. Gorgeous."

You stared down at him. Sanji's eyes were glued to your pussy, pupils dilated. Anxious, you fiddled with your fingers. Sanji kept muttering praises, rubbing your thigh reassuringly.

Shame flooded you when you felt him spread you open with two fingers. A loud squelch rewarded the man, and he clearly enjoyed it.

"Oh fuck! Love, love, please?"

"Yeah." You breathed out. Sanji grinned up at you before turning his attention back to his prize. With his index and middle finger he parted your labia back open, whining at the wetness that greeted him. He gently prodded you with his thumb, causing you to jump and whine.

Sanji acted like a man possessed, thumb rubbing circles, gathering up your juices. He ground his thumb against your clit, causing you to moan and squirm against him. He pivoted his hand position so just his thumb was on you, rubbing sweet circles on the nub. Your body was abuzz with pleasure, clit throbbing.

"Here we go, my love. Tell me if you don't like it." His honeyed voice kissed your ears. All you could muster was an eager nod.

Thumb still stimulating your clitoris, you felt his pointer circle your opening. Pleasure overtook you, helping abate some of your nerves. The long digit dipped into you and you squeaked. Sanji took this as a good sign, and he slowly sunk the finger inside you, curling up at the end. When you big out a low moan Sanji knew that was the spot. He rubbed the rough spot gently, causing tears to spring to your eyes.

Sanji's movements grew clumsy, causing you to stare down at him. The sight that greeted you caused you to choke back a laugh. Sanji growled, crooking his finger and making you whine.

Sanji was deep in you with one hand, the other was struggling with your vibrator.

"How do you even turn this thing on?" He growled, grinding his thumb a little hard when you giggled.

"Twist the base. No, no the other way...There you go!"

Sanji withdrew his other hand, causing you to mourn the loss. He grinned up at you. "Here we go darling!"

You blushed as he spread you open again, hearing him sigh in awe. You bit back a moan when he pressed the vibrator against your clit. Sanji grinned at how you shook. With a cheeky smirk, he plunged a finger inside you, pumping in and out at a gentle rhythm. When you began squirming, Sanji took that as a sign to add another finger, making sure to crook them just right.

Sanji took you in. You were panting, moaning freely as he pleasured you. He watched mesmerised at how your chest heaved, your hands playing with your nipples, a hiss tearing from his throat. That was hot. He became more desperate to make you cum.

The vibrator cranked up in power, causing you to moan wantonly. Sanji crumpled himself against you, hand pumping furiously. The vibrator was firmly dancing against your clit. With his free hand Sanji slapped one of your hands away. You wanted to protest, but then he began sucking harshly at your tit. A whine echoed through the room when he bit down on the skin.

Your moans pitched up in tone and frequency as you reached your end. Sanji stared up at you, in awe of your reactions. He felt your thighs quiver, a wave of giddiness washing over him. He could do this all day if it meant you'd react like that. He resumed sucking and nibbling at your breasts, his ego inflating at the way you chanted his name. He liked this version of you, too caught up in pleasure to worry about how you looked, or how you sounded. Even if it drove him wild, he really loved when you were confident.

"There we go my love. Let go. So hot."

You had tears in your eyes, your hips rocking in time with his thrusts. "Oh Sanji...you're so good to me. Good boy." Your voice hitched at a particularly hard bite. "Oh! I-I'm gonna cum b-baby."

Sanji whined against your sweaty skin. "Cum for me (name), please love."

Stars burst behind your eyes as you reached your white hot peak. You clenched around his fingers, walls spasming. Sanji marvelled at how you threw your head back, brows knitted together. Your fingers clawed for purchase, one settling in his locks, the other scratching at his neck. Sanji groaned. You uttered a stuttered call of his name. Sanji felt his mouth go dry as you came, wet squelches reaching his ears, and watching as your back arched beautifully.

You fell back into the bed, completely spent. Sanji fumbled with the vibrator, throwing it aside when he couldn't turn it off, simultaneously removing his fingers gently, eyes blown wide at the cum decorating his digits. He couldn't stop himself, trying to sneakily guide his fingers to his mouth. You watched, mesmerised as he began licking the digits clean, humming in delight. A gasp tore its way from your throat. Sanji froze, fingers in his mouth.

"M'sorry." He mumbled around his fingers. "Really wanted to taste you."

"And?" You breathed out, eyes wide and inquisitive.

Sanji sucked them clean, then pulled the fingers from his mouth with a wet pop. You cringed at the lewd sound. "Oh love, it's exquisite."

He climbed his way on top of you, collapsing against your chest with a huff, earning a giggle from you. You placed a kiss into his hair. Sanji snuggled deeper, trying to crush you in a hug. Happily, you felt him shiver as you drew circles on his bare back. The small grunt he made causing a languid grin to spread across your face.

"Was that okay?" The tentative voice you spoke with sounded foreign to you. Sanji laughed, kissing your skin.

"More than okay. Would you let me make love to you when I'm hard again?"

Sanji preened at the delighted sound that rewarded him. "I would love that." You paused. "Hey Sanji?"

The tired man hummed, feeling you fiddle with his hair with one hand, the other splayed on his back. You were silent. He tilted his head up, peering up at you through heavy lashes. Your eyes were big and nervous.

"I kinda...like you, you know? Like...love you."

You felt the breath knocked from your lungs at the dazzling grin that spread across his face. He pushed himself up, pulling his body upwards so he could meet your eyes.

"Yeah?" He breathed. You nodded. Sanji captured you in another kiss. "Love you too my sweet." You grinned, causing the man above you to kiss you repeatedly. You pulled back cheekily.

"Even liked the vibrator?" Sanji scowled but nodded faintly. You giggled, dropping your voice low. "You know you can get one that goes around your cock? Stops you from cumming without permission."

A soft whine ripped from Sanji's throat as he stilled, burying his face in your neck. You raised a brow.

"Are you fucking hard again?"

"Sorry darling."

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The Thought of You

CW: NSFW minors DNI, Male masturbation, fantasies of penetrative sex and hand jobs

When the days are more stressful than usual, the tension in Laws body building to a peak as he walks into his quarters, he needs a way to relieve his stress. He locks the door behind him and trudges to his bed, sitting on the edge as he began to unbutton his shirt.

He lay back on the bed, hand traveling down to the waistband of his pants, fingers slipping beneath the fabric to grab his growing erection. He pulled it out of his pants with a sigh, and before fully succumbing to his needs, he reached over to his bedside table and pulled out a picture of you. It was a candid shot, one where you were smiling at the camera and looking utterly breathtaking.

Law let out a low groan as he closed his eyes, his hand wrapping tight around his cock as he started to stroke himself. He started slowly, savoring the feelings with each movement of his hand, but as the images of you started to flood his mind, his hand moved faster, more urgent. He imagined your touch, your scent, the way you might look at him with desire in your eyes.

The thoughts about you began to spiral. He imagined your hand replacing his own, your fingers trailing across his shaft teasingly as you brought him pure ecstasy. The thought of that alone pulled a drawn out groan from his lips, his hips bucking up into his hand.

He imagined you on top of him, your hips grinding against his with a desire for much more. Law could only fantasize about the way your breath would catch in your throat as he entered you, the feeling of being stretched and filled by him driving you closer and closer to the edge. He could feel your arousal coating him, just how tight and wet you are as he buried himself deep inside of you, your walls clenching around him so deliciously.

As Law fucked his fist, he could almost feel the weight of your body on him, your chest bouncing with each movement as you rode him with reckless abandon. He pictured the way your hands would claw at his chest, leaving behind red marks that were sure to be left behind for days.

The image of you lost in pleasure only encouraged him to keep going, his strokes growing more frantic as he imagined the way you sounded. He could picture the whimpers leaving your lips being soft and breathy at first, but growing louder and more desperate with each thrust into you. He could see the way your face would contort with pleasure, eyes squeezing shut in ecstasy, or the way your lips would part, tongue lolling out as you pant, silently gasping as you reached your own orgasm.

The tension built in Laws body, the coil in his gut tightening as he neared his release, his hand moving frantically. And then, with a final desperate thrust, Law was hurtling over the edge, his orgasm crashing over him. He cried out your name as he spilled himself onto the picture of you, the force of his release leaving him trembling.

And he would lay there, panting and spent as reality swept over him. The fantasy faded, and he was left with his fading fantasies and a sticky picture of you. One day, just maybe one day, he will work up the courage to confess, but for now, his desires will continue to stay stuck in his mind.

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