╰┈➤ pairings: zoro x fem!reader, law x fem!reader, luffy x fem!reader, sanji x fem!reader, ace x fem!reader, sabo x fem!reader
characters: zoro, ace, sabo, law, luffy and sanji
contains:suggestive, fluff, mutual pinning, kissing, hand placements, possesiveness, kissing
Kisses with Zoro are possessive and passionate. One moment, he's staring at you like you're a fight he wants to win, the next, you're pinned against the wall, with his mouth crashing into yours with raw, unfiltered hunger. He just can't keep his hands to himself while eating your mouth, as one goes to hold your hip, the other grabs your ass like it belongs to him. Zoro does everything with a purpose, so when he's kissing you, he does it on the task to make your brain blank and drag your focus from anything but him. His tongue rolled into yours, demanding. Territorial. Like he's reminding you who you belong to even though the both of you knew the answer to that. When he pulls away, your lips are swollen, and his eyes burn with an intensity that you're not able to quite grasp. As he whispers in your ear huskily, "Shhh… just let go. I’ve got you."
Stated with his love for food, your lips are nothing more than mere feast to Luffy. He doesn't ask, he just feels. Kissing him is grimy and nasty, ever since he caught you staring at the sea below the deck, one hand twirling in your strands, body bent down with your pretty ass up in the air. He just couldn't even wait to get privacy as he kissed you then and there. Crashing his lips onto yours, arms locking around you tightly. Teeth clashing, tongue eager, lips moving like he’s starved and you’re the feast. You laugh against his mouth, but he’s already dragging you closer, grinning wildly. "Kissing you is fun!" he would say "Wanna do it again? And again? And-" Each kiss from him is a new adventure thrilling, reckless, and absolutely addicting. Just like him.
Law doesn't kiss recklessly, he kisses with precision and intent, like he knows what he's doing and what to do to make you lose your self-control. He kisses you like he controls every breath you take, painstakingly slow, deep, and intentional. There's no fumbling. No hesitation, just precision laced with hunger. His gloved hand tilts your chin up as your own is gripping his lab coat, knuckles turning white. His lips move like he’s studying you, memorizing every shape of your mouth, the sound of your gasp, and the way your body melts under him. His tongue slides past your lips slowly, thoroughly, with the kind of pressure that makes your knees tremble and your thoughts blur. Every kiss from him is calculated to ruin you, and it does. He doesn’t kiss for fun. He kisses to possess, to silence your mind, to make you forget anyone who came before him. And when he pulls away, lips wet, eyes burning, you’re not even sure who you were before he touched you.
No warning. One second he’s looking at you, and the next your back’s to the wall and his mouth is in heat and hunger as he kisses you like a man starved and hasn’t eaten in days. Except for the fact that it’s true, he hasn’t fucked you in 48 hours, which got him extra needy than usual. Heat radiated off him, strong and hot, as his hands worked their way beneath the hem of your skirt, tracing the outline of your underwear, while you're pinned against the ship's bulkhead. His tongue continues to ravage you, devouring you like his last meal. Ace has always been a messy kisser. So he didn't feel any ounce of shame for the mixed juice that was parting from your pretty lips to your chin. Instead, felt proud of it. Every time he kissed you, it was filthy, hungry, and raw. And every single time after each kiss, you'd be breathing like you've just been saved from drowning, whereas he would flash that boyish grin that never fails to make your heart stutter and your knees weaken. "Damn.. you're a mess," he'll utter whilst your buried in his chest. "So fucking pretty like this~"
Sabo's kisses are soft and gentle. Warm, teasing, and loved. Well, that's how it is most of the time. But when he gets serious? He devours raw flesh. He kisses you like he’ll burn the world down for one more taste. Sometimes it even makes you wonder if that's your same sane boyfriend. One hand slides behind your neck while the other grips your waist, lips moving with slow, firm confidence. His kisses are all patience and pressure, pulling you under like velvet quicksand. When you gasp, he chuckles. Deep. Dark. Laying a chaste kiss on your neck, murmuring, "Breathe, baby... did I take it too far?"
Sanji kisses you like he’s praying with his mouth. Everything he does. He worships. Fingers brush your jaw delicately, tilting your face just right as his lips meet yours with slow, sensual precision. As he groans into the kiss, savoring you like the finest wine. His tongue dances with yours in a flow that you're not quite able to comprehend, he makes even smut feel like poetry. Etiquettecy is one way to describe him. Pulls away only to kiss your knuckles, your collarbone, your soul. You find yourself slipping away from concentration as you melt into his arms, when he whispers in your ear, "Mon amour… tell me I can have all of you. I’ll savor every inch. I Promise." And he means it.
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