Kinktober 2024, Day 2: Wet Dreams With Monkey D. Luffy

chop chop

head-on (luffy + touch)

monkey d. luffy x reader

from your first meeting to falling in love

part of my 5 senses collection

0.9k words

a/n: i always think luffy is kind of hard to write for, but he's such a sweetheart that it always ends up a little easier than i think it's going to be ugh what a cutie fr

the first time you come into contact with luffy, you quite literally run into him.

oof! a force that knocks you to the ground, and you're so dazed that you can only goggle at your perpetrator. a worn straw hat, a scar under the eye, a kind and mischievous gaze, and an extended hand like a sheepish apology.

"sorry about that," he offers you a smile and you can't help but smile back as you take his hand. his skin feels rough against yours and his grip is strong as he pulls you up.

"sorry," he says again. "i guess i should look where i'm going."

you finally find your bearings again, "no, it's okay. i could've been more careful too."

you give him what you hope is a reassuring look, and it looks like it's a success because the boy visibly relaxes. he extends his hand once more — only this time, it's with confidence and surety like he's done this so many times before.

"i'm luffy," he grins. "future king of the pirates."

+

every touch afterwards feels smaller in comparison to your initial run-in, but they feel like steps towards something — something bigger than you've ever known.

a poke to your arm, "y/n! lighten up, you're gonna get wrinkles from all that frowning!"

a bump of your shoulder against his, "no, but i swear i saw something moving in the water! y/n, did you see it too?"

knees touching, arms brushing past each other as he reaches into your bowl, "here, you have to try some of this pork chop — i betcha never had anything as good as sanji's cooking."

the feel of his warmth always lingers on your skin, and you assume it's unintentional; it has to be. surely, luffy is this friendly with everyone he meets. he's not like you, with your heart racing slightly and lips turned up in a small smile whenever he's near.

but your crush leaves you so far in your thoughts that you miss the signs that luffy might be just like you.

you don't notice his hand touching yours for just a moment longer, how he chooses to sit beside you at every meal, or that the space between you two gets smaller and smaller as the night goes on.

you don't notice, but luffy wishes you did.

+

"luffy, are you sure this is the way back?"

you step over a fallen log, pretty sure that you didn't see that hollow tree on your way to the well. nothing looks familiar, but then again, it is getting dark.

luffy's back stays within your view, his straw hat bouncing against his back, "yeah, it could be this way."

"could be?" you repeat. "so you don't know where we're going?"

he looks back with a cheeky grin, "what do you mean? we're headed towards an adventure, you didn't know?"

luffy looks so carefree, excited just to be exploring this island that any doubts you had dissipate right then and there. if he's having fun, then what does it matter if you take the long way back? little do you know that his excitement comes from exploring with you.

he knows that you don't even realize that he feels the same way you feel about him. you don't know how wonderful you are, how much he treasures the time you spend together. you're so unaware of the way you seem to glow against a backdrop of twilight blue; you're dazzling.

his heart skips when you smile back at him, "alright, let's go on adventure then. better make it quick though — it's getting dark."

"right, don't go getting lost on me now."

before you can protest, luffy grabs your hand. you marvel in how safe you feel with your hand at his; his touch always seems to set your heart at ease.

it's silly that you used to think his hands felt rough when they always hold you so softly. in your head, you like to think that it's because you could be special to him.

it's not the first time you've held hands, but when he gives you a light squeeze, instinct propels you to look up at him. surprised, you realize that he's looking at you with a tender look that you've never seen before.

in that moment, something clicks. has luffy always looked at you like this?

he gives you a small smile, and your heart gives a jolt of hope. before you can change your mind, you lace your fingers between his. if he's surprised by your boldness, he doesn't show it.

gently, luffy folds his fingers over yours and tugs you a little closer to him. with a ridiculously content look, he grins.

"about time."

+

"i think i'm in love with you."

those words still taste sweet on his tongue as luffy hugs you closer to him. he hooks his chin over your shoulder and you lean into him, the closest you've ever been.

somewhere behind you is the faint sound of sanji and zoro bickering, franky singing along with brook, and nami yelling at someone, but it falls on your deaf ears. all you hear is the lingering sound of luffy's confession and the soft rhythm of the waves.

you think back to the first time you met luffy, crashing into each other, and how it set the tone of your relationship from the get-go. no matter how careful you could've been, you and luffy were inevitable.

you look out at the horizon in front of you, the feeling of his lips gently kissing your cheek. this is what love is, you're sure of it.

and with the ocean as your witness, you fall head first into a future with a strawhat pirate captain.

"me too, i love you."

interruption

zoro x f!reader | wc: 520

nsfw: dom-ish!zoro, submissive!reader, language, describes anal

“Shit, Zoro,” you hiss through your teeth, back arching as he bit your right ear, slowing thrusting his dick into you.

“Yeah? You like that?” He rasps, groping each breasts with a hand. Nodding your head, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and drew him closer to your sweaty, hot body. “I’ve wanted this for so long.” He says, pulling out. Before you can reply, he commands, “hands and knees on the bed. Ass up.”

You comply, feeling a rush of anticipation and excitement. Your heart pounds in your chest as you position yourself on the bed, hands and knees sinking into the mattress. “Like this?”

“Exactly like that.” Zoro replies, taking a moment to admire the view: you. His hands trace the curves of your body, sending shivers down your spine. He sighs as he lovingly traces his name on your back with his fingers, temporarily claiming you belong to him.

“W-what about the crew—” you stammer.

“Why the hell should we care?” He scoffs, slapping your ass. You squeak as he roughly pulled your hair, making your back arch down so you two locked eyes. “Tonight is all about you and me, and no one else.” He let go of your hair and propped you back to your previous stance. “Now, be a good girl for me while I take your virgin ass…”

Zoro was prepared. Taking your sweet pussy wasn’t the only hole he planned to fill. He lubed his fingers and inserted them one by one into your ass, taking note of your reactions and noises to each movement he made. When satisfied, he positions himself behind you, fingers underneath you and teasing your most sensitive spots below your belly button. “You want this as much as I do, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you gasp, your voice barely a whisper, filled with need.

“Good,” he growls, his lips brushing against your ear. “Because I’m going to give you everything you’ve ever wanted.”

With a powerful thrust, he enters you again, filling you completely. His movements were intense, leaving you breathless; your bodies were in perfect unison as both of you rocked into each other. The noises heard were the slaps of skin on skin as your bodies melted into each other's with each thrust he gave; the quiet moans you desperately try to hide, and Zoro repeatedly hissing your name. His hands continued to grip your hips, pulling you back to meet each thrust with a force that sends waves of pleasure coursing through you.

“Zoro,” you groan, your voice thick with desire.

“Just like that,” he gasps, his pace quickening. “I want to hear you.”

“Zoro!” you yell.

“Zoro!” a familiar high pitched voice echoed. “Wake up! We forgot Luffy on the island!” Zoro reluctantly opened an eye and gazed up at the ceiling, Chopper’s small face looking at him with concern. “You also got hit really bad. You okay? You have a nasty bruise on your forehead.”

“Chopper, I’m tired.” He ignores his question. “I’m going back to sleep.”

“B-but Luffy—”

“—isn’t my concern right now.” Zoro interrupts. “I have better things to do.”

Pairing- Luffy/xreader

Warning mentions: 18+ and smut, that's it-

Basically: still riled up from a small battle, luffy needs you to pent up his energy.

Info: Requested by anon a long time ago

The attack wasn't a threat. It could barely be called a attack with how easy the opposite bad guys were taken down. On his first blow, luffy didn't resist his defense which already had the bad guys screaming and scurrying back to where they came from.Now because of those stupid people, the nerves in him started to wound up rapidly, zigzagging under his tanned skin.

Luffy blinked back at the circumstance as his back slid into the railing of the ship. His hands were holding the top of the railing behind him as he scowled and slouched even further. His lack of patience drove one of his legs to briefly jump up and down.

Now that had his attention. He stood at the same place for a test, wondering where these feelings were coming from. As seconds passed, luffy jerked away from the railing with a jump, his urges wining away. Sure he could normally never be still for too long and had to he reminded to many times to just sit down but this was way different.

Normally his impatient nerves wouldn't claw at him and now that they had the slightest taste of a battle, his skin was practically vibrating from the anticipation which he really couldn't comprehend how to satisfy- till he shifted his head around him, fixating his eyes on something, or rather, someone.

His eyes zeroed on your form, walking freely by a corner of the ship. Actually, cross that earlier point, he now had one single thought on how to release all this brimming energy inside him.

-

As soon as you felt him swing you into a room, most definitely without your will, you could tell something was wrong.

The lights in your rooms were still out but the daylight gave you sufficient sight to detect the wall he drastically cornered you in. concerned at his abrupt appearance, you opened your mouth to question his intention before he halted your words with a severe kiss.

utterly surprised, you shift deeper on the wall, gingerly placing your fingers on his shoulders, tempted to push him away at the first instinct but he pulls away just as fast as he went in, gripping your wrists before sliding his palm on yours, fingers locked together. 

you frown your brows at him. "luffy, what the hell?" then finally notice the slight shuddering running up and down his hands. "-And why are you shaking?!" 

"nothing." he lightly drags out, making eye contact and you suck in a breath at the intensity in them. Despite his previous claim, he adds on. "I have a lot of energy left."

your eyelashes flutter, waiting for him to continue more clearly. his finger's tighten around yours. "And I need your help."

more confusion pricks at your mind and you push him away to breath properly- even though he barely budges. "Right, how am I supposed to help you with that?" you ask inridiculously.

he leans his head closer, an almost desperate look in his dark eyes. "I want you to ride it out of me." Luffy utters. 

You are ready to say something back but snap your mouth shut when you seriously consider what your boyfriend just said. Your brain short-circuits, leaving you to gape at him with equal disbelief along with equal flustration. However, the more the seconds stretched, you came to realize just how serious he was.

"Luffy, it's the middle of the day and we are not having sex righ-"

.    .     .

Okay- screw that. You were definitely riding something out of him right now.

You hadn't actually planned to agree with his very sudden demands but somewhere between pleadings and very appropriate touches, along with -now that you thought about it, those were a lot of yes coming out of your mouth- you just so happened to be drunk on him and decided to fuck it all to hell.

Which, yes, does justify why you were strangling his hips, hands curled in a tight grip beside his chest as he unrealistically fucked you deep open, muscles tense in restraint, holding himself back for your sake. 

Clenching the sheets tighter under you, you moaned once again as his dick jerked against your inner walls. Your insides were aching because of his throbbing cock that stayed snug inside you, still painfully hard despite your heat. Being aware of that made you strangely more erotic and the heat building inside you again was tearing apart.

Shifting to sit more securely, luffy groaned underneath you at the movement, a whisper of your name following behind. You could see the sweat gathering a layer on his warm skin, slowly dripping down his chest and distracted from that, you almost screamed at the unexpected sharp thrust you received from him.

"Nghh- Luffy!" Gasping, you clenched around him tighter, eyes watering. Skin flushed, your hand slapped on his wrist, gripping it tight just to hold in your ground.

"Sorry." He whimpered, raising his free hand up to wipe the wetness on the side of his face. "I can't hold back anymore. I need to- faster, deeper- just please mhhm- " his words rushed in a gasp when you moved again, slightly bouncing to get the beverage, making a shudder go down his back.

Huffing your cheeks out, you gripped his hands, bringing each of them on your thighs and he instinctively squeezed the softness of your skin there, sliding them at the back of your upper knees to pull your hips more forward, forcing you to yelp out a moan. Luffy moaned back, panting heavily when you got a better posture to circle your hips, noticing too much of how his cock dragged inside your cunt.

You could feel your needs doubling each seconds till you were nodding your head, peering towards his face. You were barely breathing when the words rushed after your lips. "Go faster. Luffy- don't hold back anymo-" your sentence wasn't even finished as he exhaled a deep breath, fisting one of your thighs while his other arm circled around your back, flipping your position.

"Hey! What the-" Now under him, your face practically burned with his cock still inside you, now sliding in deeper. Spreading your legs apart more, he shifted closer, hips slamming sharply against yours. The both of you groaned loudly at the impact of his thrust.

"Oh god- Fuck, finally!-" luffy whined out, bracing his both hands on your knees, careful to keep them spread open as he liked. You whimpered his name weakly, straining your arms for support. Now in control, he wrapped your legs around his waist and you crossed them securely around him while putting your hands on his broad shoulders.

Aching badly, you almost regretted giving luffy permission as he pulled himself back and then roughly squeezed in without a warning. Though you were the one being the receiver, he moaned sensually, fluttering his eyes to look at you but nonetheless ending in a moaning mess each time you clenched tight on his cock. His movements became more harsher, hands groaping tighter, pants getting heavier and the continuse abuse towards your hole way more enthusiastic.

Your fingers curl lightly on his shoulders, few tears gliding away. "Oh luf-f, I don't ahhh- damn it." Swallowing thickly, It's only when you throwed your head back with a smooth cry that the rhythm inside you stuttered. "Fuck y/n-" his whole skin was flushed when he spoke. "How do you, ah- sound so fucking good-" He shuddered heatly. "Feel so fucking good- shit!- c-can't stop, I-" you forced him down for a kiss, feeling way too sensitive and overwhelmed from his words alone. It might have been a switch on with the sounds being released in your mouth, hands leaving your knees to the soft skin of your hips instead, making you buck against his own hips on command.

You tangled your fingers in his dark hair, deepening the kiss that soon turned into you and him licking each other's tongue lazily, casually bumping teeth now and then. You squirmed against him as he rubbed his thumb on your clit, another finger joining to add in the stimulation.

He was still looking at you with his tired eyes when your body jerked slightly on him, forcing your eyes to open up. His lips slowly curved up in a lazy smirk, dark eyes glinting wickedly. "I can feel you getting close again." He purposely strikes a lick on the warm skin of your neck, voice just above a breath. "Shit, I can go hours fucking inside of your tight heat." He whines softly, tucking his head above your shoulder. "I think I am gonna be close too. I wanna cum inside you so bad." He rocks his hips faster, grinding against you, tightening the thin knot in your stomach more.

Moaning absently, your head fogs up so thickly you barely realize you had came on him until you hear his gasp, his cock twitching roughly before following behind you. Sore, your legs slide down from his waist at the same time you freely enjoy the feeling of being filthy fill, kissing him with passion and pouring the rest of your heathy arousal into his mouth and all along his tongue.

He kisses back with intimidate force, lightly stroking his after-orgasm cock while pinning your wrists to control the fierce motions of your lips. He pumps his dick harder, slightly trying to grind on you because ah well, shit he is hard again.

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Law living his dream

We need a nami with reader drinking some fine wine and painting each others nails, prodding them on how they actually feel abt her and the rest of the crew (mainly her tho) and reader says some cute stuff that makes her bashful

Who's your Favorite? (Yandere Nami x reader)

Summary: Nami and Reader hang out away from the others when Nami asks a strange question.

I've been very guy focused recently so here's a Nami focused piece.

Apart of the Isekai AU Chronicles

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The last time you got your nails done was in the third grade. A girl brought some to show and tell, all pink and glittery. She went around the circle, showing everyone her figures, confidence radiating off her body despite the messy polish covering her nails. When she got to you, you were nearly jealous, the glitter was so sparkly and shimmery, leaving you in a trance for the rest of the school day. Every so often, you'd look down at your nails, cracked and dried, wondering if the polish would make them look better. 

Currently, Nami is carefully applying a dark shade of polish onto your nails, something close to purple with hints of pink and blue, occasionally sipping on a glass on red wine that was resting on the table next to her. The deck was unusually quiet, the rest of the crew exploring the island they docked at a while ago. You were originally planning on going with them until Nami said she wanted to stay on the ship, hanging off your shoulders as she begged you to stay along with her. Your face felt hot as she rubbed her cheek on yours, pulling you close as she blew raspberries at the other, clearly annoyed, strawhats. 

"That's no fair--" Luffy was in the process of yelling as you were pulled away by Nami, who's now standing up straight as she grips onto your shoulders. 

"Uhm--" Your mouth gapes dumbly as you attempt to speak. 

"You got to spend your time with them!" Nami yells back, speaking over you. "It's my turn!" She huffed, her nails digging into your shoulders, making you wince lightly. 

"We spend more time with them because you're always busy." Zoro drones as he watches lazily from his position leaning on the ship's railing. He wasn't lying, being a navigator was a big job, taking up most of Nami's time. Clearly his words affected her, face beat red in anger. Quickly, she shot off of you, stomping her foot in frustration towards the direction of the swordsman, who remained calm. 

"I have the most important job on this ship--" She seething, her words quick and sharp.

"Um--Nami..." 

"--so I should get this one thing!" She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms as she attempted to calm herself down, looking away almost like she was embarrassed. "And regardless, it's not like I'm keeping them forever, just a few hours." 

The word "keep" made a chill run up your spine as you wondered if they even noticed your presence. It felt strange hearing them talk about you like you weren't right next to them, even worse listening to them argue as you attempted to talk. You interrupt them with a cough, watching the three look at you quickly, the others must've left already when the arguing started. 

"I'm fine with staying." You said, watching as Nami smiled triumphantly at the two men. Luffy's face scrunched up in a way that was almost funny, a childlike confusion washing over him as he looked at you, almost like he couldn't believe you choosing Nami over him. Zoro's face didn't change, minus a tightening in his jaw as Nami shoved the two off the ship. 

Now, after a few glasses of wine, a few that you also indulged in, Nami was mellowed out, now focused completely on you. The polish brush slowly drags along your nails before dipping back into the bottle. 

"Okay, all done!" She beams as she gently places your hands down on the table. "It'll take them a while to dry, so don't move." She sips on her wine, her words more of a demand than a suggestion. 

For a moment, it was quiet, the ship rocking along with the lulling of the waves, making you feel at peace. Slowly, your eyes drifted close as you listened to the sound of seagulls. 

"So--who's your favorite?" 

And then it was all shattered. 

Your eyes shot open, shocked, eyes locking onto the smug looking Nami. She was smiling, but there was a mischief behind it, her eyes staring back at you in expectation, urging you to answer. Your stomach churned at the look on her face, knowing she was leading you down a bad route. You resist the urge to pick at the skin near your nails, nervous. Instead you look away from her, rolling your eyes as you try to play off her strange question. 

"What kinda question is that, huh?" You laugh playfully, a slight wobble in your voice. 

She shrugs her shoulders, giggling as you chew at your lip. She crosses her arms on the table and leans close to you, her face slightly flushed from the alcohol. You take quick looks at her occasionally out of the side of your eyes, trying not to focus on her too hard. 

"What'cha mean, I just wanna know who your favorite is." She tilts her head innocently. You huff, turning away from her more with a shake of your head, hoping she catches the hint. Instead, she only laughs more. Oh, she's drunk isn't she. 

"Oh--let me guess" She says after you turn back to face her, tapping her tapping her chin playfully. "--It's Usopp isn't it, you're always hanging out with him." 

Usopp was great, he was like, your best friend. He always knew how to make you feel comfortable. If you had a dollar for every time he found you at one of those big pirate parties, offering you a water and a place to decompress as he noticed your discomfort like it was his job--well technically you wouldn't be rich because the dollar doesn't have a monetary value in this world, but it's the thought that counts. He made you laugh every day and you're sure you could tell him anything. 

"Usopp acts like he's all that--just cuz he knows you the best" Nami rolls her eyes, her smile becoming a thin line as she speaks. "but he's just like the rest of us." Your brows furrow as you attempt to decipher what that means, but in a second he's speaking again. 

"Or maybe it's Chopper--no, no, it's Jimbie, isn't it?" 

Chopper was so adorable, attached to your hip most of the time, not that you mind. He was always so talkative and worried, ranting nervously to you whenever you got hurt. Once, when you got food poisoning from eating some old soup, Chopper ranted for hours on the dangers of eating spoiled food and how you could be in serious danger. You were better that next morning. Jimbie was also a worrier, always making sure you're on the ship first when coming back from exploring an island and the last one to leave. He'd check up on you throughout the day, and if he wasn't so sweet, you'd find it overbearing. 

"The two of them are a lot though, so maybe...no...how bout Sanji?" 

Sanji was sweet, also overbearing. He always waited to eat breakfast with you, no matter if you slept in or woke up early, he's always made you something to eat, and would even feel a little sad if you didn't wait to eat with him. Once, you caught him scribbling down in a journal when you were eating a snack, hiding it away in embarrassment when you asked about it. When it was your turn to do laundry, you found the journal in his shirt pocket, listing all the food you ate and the nutritional information of each. You've felt strange about eating alone with him ever since. 

"Sanji's too obvious though." She groans at the mere thought of the man. "Zoro's not that better." 

Zoro loved watching the sunset with you, he'd do so usually every night, he'd even get mad when you forgot about it. He was usually the one who kept you safe during battle, at least when Luffy wasn't around you. It was almost like he was a different person when you got hurt, it was basically impossible to stop him after he heard someone be rude or mean to you in a way. You would be flattered if it didn't result in having to clean blood from his clothes. 

"Hmm, there's also Brook." Nami hummed, in her own world as you gaped at her. 

Brook was funny, unintentionally so most of the time. You used to try to teach him about your world's music, giving up shortly after when you realized how much of a task it was. What made Brook so great is that he never made you feel stupid for not knowing something, teaching you about this world like it was nothing, never judging you. 

"But also Robin--" She took yet another sip of wine, making you wonder where she's getting more. 

Robin was very nice, but often made you feel weird. There wasn't anything obvious like Zoro or Sanji, but it was the way she looked at you, almost like she was staring into your soul. Whenever she touched you, it was like she was holding glass, like you were delicate. And her smiles, it made you feel nervous in so many different ways. Sometimes she joked about wanting to eat you up, but more often than not you couldn't tell if she wasn't being serious. 

"--and Franky's like her sidekick." She waved her hand around, her words slurring slightly. 

Franky was so fun, always willing to joke around with you. Sometimes, he'd let you sit on his very large shoulders, letting you see far beyond the horizon. It was nice, but he wasn't afraid to remind you how dangerous this world is. You think it's because he's scared for you, but your heart can't help but beat rapidly as he demanded that you stay on the ship while they went to battle. He just wanted you to be safe. 

"Of course there's Luffy, but he's the Captain so he doesn't count." She said that was an obvious fact. 

Luffy, along with Chopper, was also attached to your hip. He never left you alone, no matter what time it was. You only really got time to yourself when it was bedtime, but every once in a while, he'd wiggle himself next to you, laying right in front of you as he wrapped his arms around your waist, falling asleep in seconds. He never said why, but you could guess. He caught the site of your stomach scar one night, going strangely quiet as you laid down, him moving to be as close as possible, so close you could feel his breath on your face. He was scared, so you didn't say anything as you drifted to sleep. 

Nami didn't say anything afterwards, resting her head on her hand as she gazed out into the water, tired from taking. Her eyes were nearly closed, almost like she was falling asleep.

"But Nami." She looked over at you when you finally spoke up "what about you?" 

In an instant, her face became red, this time because she was flustered. "You're the best navigator I've met!" You kept out the fact that you've never met another navigator before. "You're so sweet, you and Usopp are like--the only normal people on here. It makes me feel happy knowing you'll always have my back, even when you're scared. You fight for me, even when it's impossible, and it reminds me that I'm worth something--you know? You're really easy to like, you just radiate a sort of energy that makes you so fun to be around, it's why I love hanging out with you, even when you're busy." You say like it was easy, Nami covering her face as it glows red. You might not have a favorite, but you'll make sure Nami knows you care about her. You don't know if it was the alcohol talking, but you just kept going. "Like when you showed me all the maps you made, they were amazing, the crew and I wouldn't be the same without you!" You smile as Nami sinks into her chair, silent, with her facing covering her hands.

You eventually look down at your nails, noticing they're dry. "Oh--look Nami, my nails look so nice." You shove your hands close to her, the red-head looking at you through her fingers. 

"They look beautiful, (Y/n)." You pout slightly as you notice her looking at your face. 

"You're not even looking at the nails."

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A/n: We love Yapper Nami

Had this on my IG story once with a meme, someone screenshot it, cropped my art out and used the meme. I found that pretty hilarious

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

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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 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, 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.”

~

quick loof spread today ^_^