still workin on things

Smoke rolls through the air as Law lets out a deep exhale.

“Whatcha smokin’ today?” You ask, lazily flipping through your magazine.

“Some plant native to yesterday’s island. Locals say this type has a strong body high,” Law replies, voice husky with smoke. You had been Law’s unofficial smoking buddy for the past few weeks now, even if you yourself didn’t participate. Usually Law tries new plants and variations of plants, and you keep him company, reading off fun facts from local books and magazines. This had become a little tradition for the two of you. Normally, you both would sit in silence, camped out in his office away from the rest of the crew. This was your peace and quiet from the others and this was Law’s most recent attempt at “being more adventurous”. You were the one he trusted most as a trip sitter, especially with your vast knowledge of plants. It was a win-win for the both of you.

Law leans forward in his chair, coughing a bit, “yeah, this one’s got a bite to it.”

“The smell is very sweet. I’d almost think you sprayed perfume in the air.”

“Taste is much different,” Law replies, brushing smoke out of his face.

“And the high?” Your eyes return to the magazine.

“Don’t really feel much yet.” He takes another long drag from the joint, filling the room up with even more smoke.

“Well if you keep this up I won’t be able to even see my magazine.”

“Yeah yeah. I’ll be done in a second.” Law coughs again. Then again. You playfully glare at him.

“…Sorry bout that. My throat’s on fire.” He clears his throat, trying not to cough again.

“That’s it.” You slap your magazine shut and make your way over to the other side of the room where Law was sitting.

“Open your mouth.”

Law looks puzzled for a second, then taken back.

“You’re coughing more than usual. I need to make sure it’s not causing too much irritation to your throat.”

“You know I’m a doctor right? I think I’d be able to recognize if I had a bad reaction.” Even if he couldn’t feel it, Law’s eyes were slightly red and his demeanor was definitely more relaxed than usual. He stays slumped in his chair as he opens his mouth for you. You gently hold his chin, lean closer towards him, and check the inside of his mouth. His throat was definitely red, but not swollen or closing up. ‘Good.’ Law’s eyes meet yours, then fall down your body, widening suddenly as he jumps back in his seat.

“What? What is it?”

He blinks twice and shakes his head. His cheeks are also red.

“Nothing. I’m all good, right?” Law stands up, avoiding eye contact.

“I think I’m gonna call it early tonight.”

“Are you sure? What did it finally kick in?” A smile creeps up on your face. “Are you high?” you tease. Law backs away from you, bumping his desk while creeping toward the exit.

“No I’m fine. I’m gonna go lay down.” His voice stays calm and reassuring but his body is ever-so-slightly on edge. A little concern finally settles in.

“Hey, let me know if you need anything? Promise?”

“Yeah fine. Goodnight.” He rushes out the door, slamming it shut behind him.

You’ve never seen him act like that. Something switched in him so fast. ‘Maybe it was the drug?’ You stand alone in the quiet room for a brief moment, studying the smoke clouds as they slowly dissipate. Your eyes fall on the packaging of the joint he was smoking. ‘He never did mention the name of the plant, did he?’

You study the packaging closely. The flower’s name was definitely new to you. Usually Law passes you the information sheets that are supplied with the joints. They always had interesting facts about the source’s greenery and culture. You carefully review the small piece of paper for any warnings. It’s all the usual “consume in moderation” and “this herb may cause anxiety” warnings, until a specific and quite obvious one catches your eye:

“WARNING: This herb is for reproductive purposes only. Consumption will result in an extreme increase in libido. PLEASE USE WITH CAUTION.”

“Shit.” You scan the rest of the information sheet. How did he not read any of this beforehand? There was a specific warning about the danger of sleeping immediately after consumption. ‘Of course there was.’ Part of you feared the state you might find Law in, but regardless you knew you had to let him know before it was too late.

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You hurry over to Law’s quarters, pounding on the door.

“Law? I need to talk to you. Right now.”

No answer.

“LAW. This is important. Are you awake?” The knocks on his metal door echo through the cold, quiet hallway. On several occasions Law proved it wasn’t necessary to worry for your captain, but this situation could be serious. In between loud, forceful knocks, a faint calling of your name can be heard from the room on the other side of the door. You take it as the invitation you need to barge into his room.

Law’s fast, uneven breathing grows louder as you cautiously enter the room. You had prepared expectations of what you might find, but you never could’ve imagined how lewd the scene actually was.

Law is propped up on his bed, clothes off, furiously jerking his red, angry cock. His hips buck as cum from a previous orgasm drips down from his lower stomach. His whole face is burning red with frustration. Law doesn’t seem to notice you at first, and you almost don’t say anything. ‘Well he’s definitely not sleeping.’ But before you can process what’s in front of you, he notices you standing there, frozen in shock.

“FUCK,” he jolts in surprise, but instead of waking up from his daze, ropes of cum spray his stomach once again, adding to the preexisting loads. ‘How many times has this man already cum?’ You desperately want say something or even move, but your body has no control. You’re completely speechless and completely frozen, eyes locked on Law’s hand milking his cock. Then he finally snaps out of it.

“Shit,” he winces, now scrambling to pull on his trousers. “What are you doing here?”

You also snap out of your trance, instantly shielding your eyes and turning away from your captain.

“I uh- read the label. For the herb.” Your eyes fight to not peep through your fingers. “It’s a pretty nasty aphrodisiac.”

“No shit.” There’s strain in Law’s voice.

“Well, I was thinking… I can help you. If you want?” Your voice is meek.

“I’m fine. Now please GO.” His reply is laced with frustration.

“It’s just- I read the high wears off faster with stimulation from a partner. All I’m saying is that I’m willing to help?” There’s reluctance in your offer, as if he would completely snap at you for even considering it. There’s a long pause, where only Law’s heavy breathing can be heard.

“I can also go grab someone?” You break the uncomfortable silence. “I read the effects can last several hours to a few days with just… masturbation. And I can sure leave you to it, but I know you’re pretty busy to risk that kind of time. And you’re not supposed to sleep until it dies down. I’m sure that could be awhile”

A low “Fuck.” can be heard from Law’s bed. A small squeak rings from the mattress as he shifts in his spot. “It’s not that I don’t want you. It’s- I’m afraid of what I’ll do to you if I have you.” You cautiously uncover your eyes to see Law visibly shaking from the restrain he has on his body; The restrain he has not to touch himself in front of you. You fully close the door behind you and slowly approach the bed, wary yet somehow intrigued by Law’s response. He was not in his normal headspace. This had to be handled carefully. You sit down on the bed, just close enough to feel the body heat radiating from your captain, close enough to see the droplets of sweat on his forehead.

“I’m here for you. You don’t have to worry about me. I just want to help you feel better.” Your warm, reassuring smile freezes Law for a moment. His red, half-lidded eyes carefully study you, knowing his next move could completely change the dynamic between you two. His thoughts were foggy, but not foggy enough to act without thinking. But deep down he knew you were right. A busy man like Law didn’t have time to be down for the count for several days, and it probably would end up being that long, based on how much he smoked. There really wasn’t another great option. He let go of a sigh.

“Fine,” Law sounds reluctant. He props himself up a bit, cum from his stomach sliding down onto the waistline of his pants. “But you have to promise me you’re okay with this. You have to promise you’re okay with me fucking you. Hard.” Hearing Law’s words catch you off guard, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t stir something within you. Somewhere in the past few weeks, your innocent crush on Law had grown into something more intense, more fierce. And before today, you never thought you’d hear those words coming from his mouth, at least not outside of your dreams. But here he was, essentially promising that he was going to fuck you, hard. You couldn’t NOT be turned on by those words. Was this selfish of you to suggest “curing him”? Maybe. Were you taking advantage of him? Hard to tell. But the Law you know would be grateful you’re fulfilling your role as designated trip-sitter. ‘Right?’

You take a deep breath. Finally disregarding any overthinking. “I promise.”

Law doesn’t waste a second before grabbing you and flipping you on the mattress, ass up, face down. One of his hands held a tight grip on your wrists, pinning them behind your back. His hand caresses your ass, before pushing up your skirt. He grinds his still-clothed cock against you, groaning. You can feel the warm wetness on his pants from his previous loads. His hand gives your ass a squeeze before creeping lower, slowing running his long fingers over your panties, teasing your slit.

“Didn’t realize you were so wet for me…” Law’s voice is husky and almost unrecognizable, like he was under a trance. His fingers travel up and down the wet spot on your panties as he leans down closer to you, “I see why you offered to help...” he rasps. “You just wanted me to fuck you… what a selfish girl…” Law grinds even harder against you. This time, a moan escapes your lips. Law keeps your hands pinned, but his other hand abandons you, leaving you aching for his touch. For a moment, there’s nothing, only heavy breathing and the smell of sex. Anxiety rises as nothing happens. You try to push your hips back, hoping to feel some sort of touch, but his hand on your wrists forces you back.

“Don’t be a brat now.” A finger hooks in the seam of your underwear and traces down your ass, pulling the fabric aside to expose your cunt. You clench at the cold air and anticipation. It feels like you wait for ages. ‘What in the world could he even be doi-‘

Before you can finish your thought, Law drives his cock in you, bottoming out with a loud groan.

“Fuck… you feel so good…” Law growls, using your hip as an anchor to push himself deeper. You wince at the sudden sensation, feeling Law stretch your walls and push against your cervix. It felt overwhelming and delicious; his cock was bigger than you expected. He slowly pulls all the way out, and you feel every inch of it. Every curve and vein as he abandons your weeping cunt.

And then there was nothing. Just your exposed sex clenching around the emptiness. And the wait was agony. You unintentionally let out a small pathetic “please”. It was almost embarrassing, given that he was the one under the effects of an aphrodisiac. But you desperately needed Law back inside you. You try to turn your head back to see him, but he slams into you again, driving you further into the mattress. That delightfully painful feeling returns as he bottoms out once again.

This time, Law starts fucking you. His pace is fast and messy. You arch your back, reveling in the sensation. Law’s groans are uneven and getting louder with every thrust, but so were yours. You pray the other crew members can’t hear the two of you, but it may already be too late for that. Choosing to disregard anything happening outside of the captain’s quarters, you push your hips back against Law, forcing him to go deeper, and his pace gets even sloppier. He grabs your hips, tight enough to leave a mark, and his cock twitches. Then it twitches again. And again. Law cums inside you, greedily holding your body as close as possible to his. He slows down as he comes down from his high, watching cum seep out of you with every thrust. He pulls out with a ‘pop’, and watches as the mixture of fluids leaks from your cunt. You tilt your hips, still hungry for his touch.

A low whisper breaks the silence: “I want you to ride me.” You sit up, propped on your knees as Law falls on his back next to you. His eyes and face were still red and desperate. ‘Did the effects not wear off?’ you wonder. But that wasn’t an issue. Not right now at least. In fact, you’d be fine if they didn’t wear off all night. This was truly a best-case scenario for you.

Law is stroking his still-hard cock, gazing at you with half-lidded eyes. You swing your leg over him and straddle him, hands exploring his muscular, tattooed chest. His hands fall on your waist, grabbing the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head. Throwing the shirt to the side, his eyes stay locked on yours as his fingers creep around your body, unhooking the latch on your bra. You toss it to the side, adding to the pile of clothes. Law’s hips unintentionally buck under you when his warm hands find your exposed chest, grazing your hardened nipples. Your arms push your breasts together as you reach down, wrapping your hands around the base of Law’s swollen cock. He winces a bit, shifting his hips for more friction.

Seeing Law like this was mesmerizing. You spread the slickness up and down his shaft at a devastatingly slow pace, observing every reaction in awe. You savor every groan, every buck of his hips, every facial expression. If you kept this up, he would probably cum just like this.

“Shit…” he winces. “Need to- be inside you. FUCK” Law’s desperation quickly grows into aggression as he grabs his cock, lining himself up with you and pushing your hips down with full force. You let out a small yelp as you readjust to his size. He tries his best to lift and lower you, pushing you up and down his cock. A guttural groan escapes Law as he squeezes his eyes shut, writhing in pleasure. After you find your balance, you take the lead, grinding and bouncing to match his fast pace. His hands find their way back to your breasts, pinching and twirling your nipples. It was ecstasy. Your hips grind and twirl on him, chasing any sort of friction you can get.

“You look so perfect like this. Fuck…” Law groans once again, drinking in the sight of your naked body before rolling his head back in euphoria.

“And you’re such a dirty girl, helping me out like this. Bouncing on your captain so obediently, just to make him feel better.” His whole body tenses and he bucks his hips. “Just- want you- to feel good too.” Law lets out a loud groan.

Your breath falls heavy as you try not to unravel at his words. And how he looked right now. And how expertly his hands were teasing your nipples. And how his muscles flexed when he pushes himself deeper into you. Everything about this moment was blissful. Perfect, even.

And suddenly you can’t hold it in anymore. Your whole body tightens as your orgasm crashes through you. You let out a short cry as you ride it out. Law takes this opportunity to regain control, aggressively grabbing a hold of your hips and driving himself into you. Your mind is just dazed enough to let your body fall nearly limp, allowing Law to take full advantage of you. He pushes into you fast and hungrily. It’s intense and overstimulating, but you couldn’t care less. Not when you feel like this.

Before you knew it, Law pauses and the only thing you can feel is his cock twitching inside you as he cums, pulling himself in as deep as possible. You roll your hips on him as he writhes in pleasure.

“Fuck…” Law lets out a sigh of relief. He looks up at you, catching his breath as he comes down from his high. “I think I feel better.” He laughs, a little awkward now. You crawl off of him, wincing slightly at the empty feeling of his cock leaving your pussy. You lay down beside him, eyes meeting his while offering a smile of relief.

“Are you okay?” You whisper.

He returns the smile and gently brushes hair out of your face, “I’m okay. All thanks to you.” He leans in, kissing your forehead. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” his eyes fall to the red marks his tight grip left on your hips. His fingers delicately graze over them, sparking a tingling sensation.

“You didn’t hurt me. I knew what I was getting myself into. And I would do it all again if I had to.” You smile, but then guilt settles. “And… I’m sorry if I took advantage of you. It felt selfish offering to personally help you, when we didn’t even try any other solutions. I let my feelings get in the way of reason.” Law just stares at you, blankly.

“Feelings?” He asks.

“Yeah…” you reply, bashful. You never actually planned to confess these feelings to Law, but it was really now or never. “I’ve liked you for a while now. Romantically, sexually, whatever you want to call it. I’m sorry I’ve never said anything, and I understand if it makes things awkward from now on. I wouldn’t be offended if you just forgot I said anything.” Your face is burning as you confess your feelings, awaiting Law’s reaction. But to your surprise his face beams with relief.

“I like you too.” His smile was warm and comforting. “I like our quiet evenings together, hidden away in the office. I like the way we talk about your books and magazines, or whatever the hell I’m smoking that day. I like how you’re most relaxed, slumped in my chair, making small talk with me. It’s a side of you I don’t get to see often.” He laughs, also a little embarrassed, “When you offered to… help me out, I thought I was dreaming. Fuck, I thought I was going to explode when you were checking my throat. I caught a glimpse of your body, your perfect body, so close to mine. I was gonna make a fool of myself if I stayed there with you.”

You both giggle, enjoying the familiar lightheartedness of each other’s presence.

“So I can stay your trip sitter is what you’re implying?”

“What about this one?!” Your eyes light up as you point to a recipe in the cookbook laid out in front of you. Sanji chuckles, “I would be honored to make you any recipe you desire, mademoiselle.” The two of you had slipped away from the Straw Hat and Kid Pirate crews, who were off partying. This was your first time chatting with Sanji one-on-one, and the both of you hit it off immediately. After all, he was a chef and you were a beautiful woman who happened to love food. Both of you decided to leave your crews to have a spontaneous late-night snack, made by the one-and-only chef of the Straw Hats.

“Hmm. Let’s try this one,” you point at the Pomme Soufflés in the recipe book, which you were pretty sure just tasted like French fries.

“Absolutely. Anything for you.” Sanji got to work, finding potatoes out of the cupboard and starting to wash and peel them. You two were camped out in the Victoria Punk kitchen, since it was likely to be quieter than the Straw Hat’s. Sanji somehow already knew where everything was. ‘Must be a chef’s intuition thing.’ You ponder. Either way, no one would care if a few potatoes went missing. You doubt anyone would even care if you left a mess. That’s just how things were on the Victoria Punk. Spontaneous and carefree.

“So,” you lean into your hands that are propped up by the dining table, “how is it being a member of the Straw Hats? It sounds hectic.” Sanji continues cutting the potatoes and smiles.

“Oh, you have no idea. Luffy’s a dumbass. I swear every other day we’re getting into trouble cause of him. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t hate it. Every. Single. Time.” He pauses. “But, in all seriousness, if you get to know him, you’ll quickly learn he’s a strong, trustworthy leader. And that’s what’s important in a pirate captain. That’s what’s important for the future King of the Pirates. That’s why I stay with him.”

“That seems to be the general consensus amongst you Straw Hats,” you giggle. Sanji stops cutting, blushing at your laugh for a split second before recollecting his cool.

“And what about you, m’lady?” He turns to you, “How is it as a member of the Kid Pirates?”

“About just as hectic,” you smile. “Kid is also a dumbass if you ask me. Not to mention a raging asshole. But there’s something unique about him. A special fire in his eyes. I’ve seen it since the day I first met him. It’s something incomparable. I’ve never seen such vigor and passion in someone and their actions. And not to mention the respect and loyalty he has for his crew. Something about it just convinces me to follow him to the ends of the earth. Which, I guess is why I’m doing that quite literally.” Sanji returns the smile. A bittersweet smile.

“Well he is lucky to have you, my dear”.

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Sanji continues making the Pomme Soufflés, not once referencing the recipe in the cookbook. ‘He must have made these before,’ you wonder. When he is finished, he sets the steaming plate down in front of you. These have to be the fanciest French fries you’ve laid your eyes on. You take a small bite, while Sanji eagerly awaits your reaction.

“Holy shit,” you blurt in between bites, “these are delicious.” The taste is like nothing you’ve ever had. These ARE the fanciest French fries you’ve ever had.

“Wait, have YOU ever tried these? You gotta have some.” You offer him a bite.

“Oh no, I don’t need any. As a chef I’m just happy you’re enjoying them,” he gives a bright, polite smile.

“Come on Sanji. PLEASEEEEE.” You whine, making a pouting face. He considers for a moment.

“Okay fine.” You grab his arm and pull him down on the bench to sit next to you. Sanji has a slightly frazzled look as he realizes just how close you two are now. Your knees touch his as you turn your body towards him even more. You grab a fry and put it up to his mouth. He pauses for a second, before cautiously biting into it, eyes locked on your lips.

“Well?”

“…Amazing.” he whispers, in awe. He doesn’t take his eyes off your lips. Suddenly the room feels warm, almost hot. You just now notice Sanji’s body heat from how close you are. You can hear his soft breath, laced with tension, and you can see his lips quiver, ever so slightly. Neither of you say anything, but both of you can definitely feel it. The sudden, unspoken desire that emerged with such closeness. You whisper, “Sanji?” Your voice high and breathy.

“May I kiss you?” He blurts, eyes still locked on your lips. You sigh a short exhale of relief and lean in, completing the kiss. The two of you melt into each other, lips parting just enough to taste the other. Sanji’s lips are warm, soft, and a little inexperienced. Even so, the fact that you’re finally kissing gives you butterflies. You crawl up into his lap, straddling him. Sanji’s hands gently fall to the small of your back, and you press your body further into his, cupping his face. With every passing moment, the passion between you two grows. His hands explore you as a certain desire festers in your body. You think you could hold him forever, just like this, but the harsh reality intrudes.

“Sanji I-“ you moan in between kisses. “We’re not- supposed to do this-“ you pull away for a moment. “Captain… he’d be furious if he found out-“ Sanji caresses your face, comforting you.

“I just want you to know: I respect your desires, not his. I will give you whatever you want.” Those words sink deep into your conscience. You knew Kid was against inter-pirate crew relations. He’s brought it up more times than you can remember. And it made sense, it can complicate things. But did Kid really have to know? ‘How would he know?’

You take a deep breath, “Fuck it,” as you pull Sanji in for another kiss. “Say, do those fries come with dessert?”

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Sanji slowly drags his tongue along your sex. There really wasn’t anywhere private to go, so the dining room table had to cut it. At least the lights were dim. You’re sprawled out on the table, skirt pushed up and panties already off as Sanji eats you out. Ravenously.

“You taste so fucking good… I think I’m in heaven.” You roll your hips against him, desperate for any friction you can get. You don’t remember the last time someone ate you out. And it’s never been this passionate. Every sensation was new, exciting, dare you say earth-shattering.

And Sanji’s completely drunk on your pleasure. He switches up his techniques, searching for the best way to please you. The one that makes you moan the loudest, or buck your hips the hardest. He’s fully entranced by every movement, every sound, every taste.

He slowly puts two long fingers inside you, drinking in your reaction. You quiver, the sensations amplified with every one of Sanji’s movements.

“You are so beautiful… You’re so perfect… I love seeing you like this… You’re doing so well…” he curls his fingers inside you, giving attention to that spot that makes your whole body shake. You moan and cry at how good it feels.

“And your moans. Your moans are so so beautiful. I love hearing you sing for me, Princess. You’re taking my fingers so so well…” it feels like you only just started but you can already feel the tension coil inside you. A build-up fueled by Sanji’s unrelenting praise and expert fingers.

“Ah Sanji~” the sensation is slowly but surely creeping up on you. It’s building up so fast and -

“What in the HELL do you think you’re doing?!” Your flourishing orgasm quickly vanishes as both you and Sanji stop dead in your tracks. Both of your attentions quickly fly toward the door. Captain. Eustass. Kid. ‘FUCK’

You both are completely frozen for a moment, before Sanji finally snaps back to reality and pulls your skirt down, stepping in between you and your captain for your modesty.

“I- Captain! Wha- what are you doing here??“ You sit up, still on the table.

“What are YOU doing here?”

“We were just- well. We were just- Shit. I’m sorry let me just-“ you hop off the table, instinctively straightening out your clothes. Kid takes a step towards you and Sanji.

“No no no… By all means…” Kid’s voice is dark with a hint of annoyance. He turns to Sanji, “keep FUCKING one of my crew members. SEE IF I CARE.”

“First of all, she’s a lady, not your object…” Sanji is calm and collected but looks ready to fight if needed.

“Sure wasn’t acting like a lady just now,” he looks at you, smug, “that’s not how she was acting in my quarters last week.” ‘Shit’ It’s true. To some extent. Every now and then you would find yourself with Kid, meeting up for the occasional fuck, but it was always kept very casual. Still… Horrible argument for Kid to bring up at a time like this.

“Now hold on a second. This isn’t Sanji’s fault. I take full responsibility.” It was somewhat easy for you to be brave against your captain. He was a hot-head but at the end of the day, the two of you had been through thick and thin. You put up with his bullshit dozens of times before this. You knew how to handle him.

“Hmm.. then you really are a dirty little slut, aren’t ya? Nothing like this “lady” this cook seems to think you are,” Kid delicately holds up your chin with his large hand.

“You CANNOT just speak to her like th-“ you cut Sanji off before he can explode.

“It’s okay. Let me handle this Sanji.” He looks reluctant, but follows your lead. You lock eyes with Kid again, ready to argue with him. It wouldn’t be the first time you bickered with your captain, and you knew it wouldn’t be the last. Of course he would be pissed, but this isn’t the type of thing that would affect your relationship with him, or your standing on the crew. Just a heat of the moment spat. You expected him to drop another derogatory comment or accusation, but to your surprise, his eyes go dark. Almost mischievous. He puts his hand up in an innocent manner.

“Woah now,” Kid takes a step back, “Don’t let ME get in the way of ya free-time night activities. After all, I was just grabbing a late-night snack in MY kitchen,” Kid shrugs, “by all means, please continue…” he gives a mischievous grin, “Captain’s orders.” Sanji is once again ready to step in until he notices your reaction. Calm, collected, and ready to call his bluff.

“Wow. How considerate of you,” you turn to Sanji and grab his hand. “Come on Sanji. Sorry for that interruption.” You prop yourself back up on the table and pull Sanji in between your legs for a kiss. But he’s caught off guard and pulls away.

“Hold on…” he’s talking quietly as if Kid can’t hear them. “What are you planning on doing about that asshole? He’s still-“

“Not our problem, he’s the one that interrupted us.” You look Sanji up and down, then walk your fingers up Sanji’s chest. His breath hitches.

“Remind me, where were we?” You pull Sanji closer, not daring to look over at Kid, who’s still standing there, watching smugly.

“I’m just confused. There’s no way he’s just cool with this out of the blue. And I don’t want him seeing you like this. Not after how he talked to you.” You place a reassuring hand on his face, holding intimate eye contact.

“Don’t worry about it, Sanji. I know what I’m doing. Please…” Sanji must’ve finally seen the confidence in your eyes because he’s taken back, looking conflicted as ever.

“Please touch me again Sanji…”

“Fuck..” he groans under his breath, fighting an internal battle. Sanji must be under some spell because after a very brief moment of consideration, he gives in, gently pushing you back. He doesn’t wait at all before devouring you again. His warm tongue finds your body like he’s been starving for the last 5 minutes. He refrains from pushing your skirt up too high (assuming he’s still concerned for your modesty). You could care less. You melt into the sensation, arms flying above your head as you squirm with pleasure.

“Sanji… you feel so good… thank you,” you manage to praise through moans.

He manages a soft, “I would do anything for you, Princess” in between hungry kisses to your clit.

“I just want you to feel good,” Sanji’s soft hand caresses the outside of your thigh while his other finds your needy hole, pumping and curling them just like he was before you almost came. The sensation was overwhelming. More than overwhelming. Your body was on fire and Sanji was feeding the flames with everything he had. You had almost completely forgotten about Kid until you turn your head to the side, locking your eyes on him. ‘Shit. Was he angry?’ Kid just stands there, silent, hand on his hip. It was just dark enough in the room you couldn’t really see his facial expression very well. But ‘OH’. You look further down. Down all the way to the tent in his pants. Kid was HARD. That was easy to see. The very sight of it was enough to send you over the edge.

“Kid~ ah-“ your eyes stay fixed on the large man towering on the other side of the room. Your body instinctively clenches, imagining what dirty thoughts are swarming in his head. How jealous he was of Sanji. How that huge erection was all because of you. How he was planning on fucking you, hard.

“Wait- Sanji~ I’m gonna-” and you suddenly can’t help it. The sight of Kid watching another man eat you out like this made your whole body shake. You came hard, pussy gripping around Sanji’s fingers. He doesn’t stop or slow down until you fully come down from your high. Once your body starts to unwind, he crawls up to you to check on you, but before he can say anything, a low “Attagirl…” is growled from the shadows of the kitchen. Your captain steps forward and turns to Sanji.

“You know… It ain’t easy to make her cum that quick, I’ll give ya that. But knowing her, she’s far from done.” He grins at you wickedly. “She looks like she still needs a nice, solid fucking.” He steps even closer and leans on the table.

“Maybe, if you’re lucky she’ll suck your dick.” Kid’s eyes darken. He leans down and whispers low in your ear, “Mind if I step in?” You nod, eyes glazed over with post-orgasm euphoria.

“Now that’s ma girl,” Kid eagerly shoves his pants down and grabs his angry cock, already soaked with precum.

“Move over, cook,” Kid shoves Sanji to the side. You couldn’t tell what Sanji was thinking, but he was definitely not happy. This whole situation got messy when Kid joined in. He looks ready to snap at Kid, until he catches a glimpse of you. You still looked so needy. So desperate. He even saw a little excitement as Kid lined himself up in between your legs. And Sanji wouldn’t dare intervene, not when you looked like this. A low, “damn it,” is muttered under Sanji’s breath as he comes to terms with the situation.

You couldn’t help but notice Sanji’s bittersweet look on his face. After all, if your captain hadn’t showed up, it would’ve been Sanji in his place, fucking you right here, right now. No way in hell Kid would just let that happen though. You were lucky it didn’t explode into a heated fight. And somehow that led to this messy situation.

“Sanji~“ you whine, lust growing stronger and stronger as Kid teases you with his cock head, “Can I please go down on you?”

“I-“ he chokes on air. “I don’t- you don’t have to do that.”

“But I want to. I want to make you feel good. Just like you did for me.”

“That’s not necessary. I would never expect you to return the favor. It’s everything I could’ve asked for just seeing you in so much pleasure. Seeing you like this.”

“Please? Sanji?” Once again, Sanji could never say no to you. He pauses for a short moment before crawling up on the table. You flip over so you’re on all fours, facing Sanji. You reach up and hold his thighs before he grabs your hands to stop you.

“If you feel any discomfort at all and want me to stop, you have to let me know, okay?” You nod. “I need to hear you say it.”

“I will.”

“And if you want Kid to stop at any point, you have to let us know. Promise?”

“I promise”

“Then, you ready?” He chokes up again as you return your hands to his body.

“Yes Sanji- please…” That word steals away Sanji’s composure every damn time. Sanji unzips his pants and grabs his swollen cock. It twitches at the slightest bit of touch. Poor Sanji must’ve been in torture, waiting this long for any sort of attention. He winced a bit as he gave it a few devastatingly slow pumps, spreading precum up and down the shaft. He moves closer to your face. Just close enough that you can finally touch it. His whole body jerks, reacting to even the smallest amount of pleasure. You drag your tongue up and down slowly, finally wrapping your lips around when-

“AH~” a moan escapes your mouth. Kid aggressively thrusts into you from behind, bottoming out and tightly grabbing your shoulder to hold steady.

“FUCK I missed this pussy,” Kid growls. This wasn’t your first time with Kid, but his size never failed to catch you off guard. He pulls back slowly, pushing your skirt up so your ass is exposed. Kid runs his large hand all over you, before spanking you. You clench around him, moaning at the sensation. Sanji lifts your chin, and you make direct eye contact with him. He’s checking if you’re okay, but his cock jerks at the sight of you: messy and desperate. You drag your tongue up again before wrapping your lips around the tip. Sanji groans and rests his hand on the back of your head. You push his cock further into your mouth, tightly enclosing it between your lips. Sanji winces at the feeling of your moans vibrating around him. Kid was now fucking you at a faster pace, leaving you a moaning, sloppy mess. At this angle your captain knew he was hitting your sweet spot, and that alone encouraged him to fuck you as hard and fast as possible.

“You’re so wet for me,” Kid growls. “That cook did a damn good job working ya up. You’re a mess.”

“You’re doing such a good job, Princess,” Sanji whispers hoarsely as he runs his fingers through your hair. “Your lips are so warm and soft... So perfect…” he groans, pushing himself further into your mouth. You use your hand to squeeze the base of his cock while your mouth works up and down the veiny shaft. You try your best to remain steady, but Kid’s relentless fucking moves your whole body with every thrust. Drool drips down both your face and Sanji’s cock.

“Aww look at you… You’re getting sloppy,” Kid caresses your ass before spanking it again. “You already about to cum on that fat cock?”

“No- I~”, you manage to moan around Sanji’s dick, as he struggles to not forcefully thrust into your mouth. But you can’t help it. Your walls clench around Kid, who slows his pace to pound you even harder. You felt the heat build in your lower half again. An unavoidable sensation as Kid abuses your cunt. You moan loudly on Sanji’s cock, your entire body tensing as your second orgasm comes crashing through you.

A raspy “fuck…” escapes Sanji. He is in unimaginable awe at the sight of you cumming, especially from his angle. He caresses your head and gently pushes hair out of your face. You look up, locking in eye contact with him. The look on your face was just enough to him over the edge as well.

“Shit- shit shit shit-“ Sanji scrambles to pull out of your mouth and ends up cumming on your face. You shut your eyes as hot ropes fall on your cheeks, neck, and tongue. But Kid doesn’t let up, now chasing his own high.

“What a dirty girl. This bitch loves face shots.” Kid groans a bit. “Isn’t that right?” You nod, trying your hardest to bear the overstimulation while Kid furiously pounds into you. He grabs your hair and pulls it back, using it as leverage to thrust harder. It doesn’t take him long before his cock starts twitching in you, filling you up with his hot cum.

“What a good- little slut,” Kid growls between groans. He gives a few more pumps before pulling out with a wet ‘pop’. You flip over on your back, exhaling a big, satisfied sigh.

“You did so great, Princess” Sanji whispers as he l wipes your face from a handkerchief in his pocket. Kid catches his breath and recollects himself, pulling his trousers back up. He holds your thigh and gives it a light squeeze.

“Be right back. I’ll go get that bath drawn for you, just how ya like it.” Kid leaves and you are alone with Sanji. Both of you sit silently in satisfaction for a moment. You push his blonde hair to the side, revealing his full face for a moment.

“Sanji… Thank you. Thank you for everything. I’m sorry if I ruined this for us with letting Kid stay. I really, really like you. More than I have with anyone else. I just don’t know if we could ever be anything more than this. Not with our differences.”

“Mademoiselle, you couldn’t ruin it if you tried,” Sanji gives a warm, reassuring smile. “I was just grateful I was blessed with such an intimate experience with you. You are so special. And seeing you like this is all I could ever ask for. Thank you.”

The two of you hold each other in silence for a moment, both mutually understanding the situation but still enjoying your short time together. Kid returns and Sanji offers to carry you to the bath.

“Sanji…” you whisper, holding tightly. “Do you think… that the next time we meet, you could cook for me again? That dessert was pretty outstanding.” He laughs.

“Anything for you, Princess.”

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The next day the two crews bid farewell. It was bittersweet leaving Sanji, but you were hopeful you two would meet again. Perhaps with better circumstances. You met up with Kid in his quarters shortly after departure.

“Captain?” You knock as you peek in the room.

“Come in,” he stops what he’s doing and turns his large body towards you, still sitting in his chair. “Come here to apologize?” He asks condescendingly. You step in the room and close the door behind you.

“Well. Yeah. I never had the chance to talk it over with you. I wanted to apologize, but also have a chance to talk to you about why I did what I did.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes. So first of all. I’m sorry. Sorry for disobeying orders and hooking up with a member of another private crew.”

Kid doesn’t say anything. He seems unenthused.

“BUT. I am still an independent adult. I am responsible enough to choose who I sleep with, and reliable enough to stop things before they go too far. I made that clear with Sanji.”

“I know,” Kid replies, nonchalantly. The man avoids eye contact by inspecting his nails. “Ya see, I trust your taste in men, I’m a great example for why,” he shrugs, “And I trust ya. I know you’re loyal to the crew and I respect that about you. At the end of the day I just wanna watch out for ma crew mates.” You smile and approach him, crawling into his large lap.

“Aww… Captain’s a big softie,” you tease.

“Fuck off,” he looks away (blushing?), but keeping you on his lap.

“By the way… that cook left the entire crew breakfast. Don’t know how he made THAT with our ingredients, but it was fuckin’ delicious,” you giggle. ‘Of course Sanji made breakfast before leaving.’

“Remind me to let him fully fuck ya next time. Maybe he’d make us a week’s worth.” You remember Sanji’s words, about the next time you meet. His sweet and gentle promise: “Anything for you, Princess.” You smile and blush a bit before responding,

Cheers and hollers fill the cool night air as you down your drink. You don’t drink very often, but this was a special feast held with the Straw Hats. As a member of the Heart Pirates, you knew that accidentally meeting up like this on a whim meant either a fight between captains or a party with both crews. Both group’s crew mates were quite relieved to find out it was the latter. Both crews were camped out on a quiet shore of a small island, sharing stories and drinks over a roaring bonfire. It was that time of the night when everyone was either fairly intoxicated or passed out cold. You were one of the few Heart Pirates still awake and partying. Law had gone back to the submarine a few hours ago to get some work done, and most of the other crew mates were fast asleep, unable to handle their alcohol very well. Shachi and Penguin were wide awake, both mesmerized with Usopp’s dramatic story-telling, and Bepo was hitting it off with Chopper, both going back and forth showing each other kung-fu moves. The vibes were quite high as everyone who was awake was in good spirits. You were deep in conversation with the other Straw Hats. You haven’t really had many opportunities to sit down and get to know some of them personally. You had spent hours getting familiar with the other crew, but somehow it took you several hours and several drinks to reveal you were the Heart Pirate’s musician.

“That’s AWESOME!!” Luffy’s eyes lit up. “Play a duet with Brook!! PLEASE?!” You laugh, charmed by Luffy’s innocent enthusiasm.

“My instrument’s back at the submarine unfortunately. I don’t really want to accidentally bother Law or wake anyone up.”

“Well you’re more than welcome to use my guitar,” Brook offers his teal fish-shaped guitar from hanging around his shoulders.

“I appreciate it Brook. But actually, I’ve recently taken an interest in dancing. Maybe you would want to play some music for me? And I could show you guys some moves?” Everyone excitedly agrees. You can’t tell if it was liquid courage that made you suggest that, or because of how comfortable you are with the Straw Hats, but as you are leaving your seat, the realization finally hits that this is your first time dancing for a crowd. Up until right now, it had just been a private hobby, a skill you grew with every new culture you visited. Performing music for others had always come natural to you, so dancing couldn’t be much different. ‘Right?’ You take one long swig of alcohol as Brook starts to play a slow, soulful tune. Your intoxication helps mask any inhibitions as you close your eyes and feel the music. You sway your hips as your hands explore up and down your body. Your feet move with the rhythm as your body falls into a musical flow. You didn’t mean for the dance to be so sensual, but the hypnotic, soulful melody mixed with alcohol had you carried away into a sultry dance. You opened your eyes to see the members of the Straw Hats in awe, nearly speechless. You reach out for Luffy, who was looking desperate to join in, and invite him up to dance with you. The two of you dance together, keeping your hands held and bodies close. This felt no different than when you would dance by yourself. Something about the Straw Hats made you feel warm and welcome. As the two of you start getting comfortable in each other’s presence, you can hear a holler from the other side of the camp fire. The other guys, Shachi and Penguin had put a pin in their conversation to watch you dance. So did Chopper and Bepo. Before long, most of the pirates who were still awake had decided to join in. The group of people who you barely knew a few hours ago were now dancing with you, sharing laughs, and making memories. The rest of the night had consisted of music, dancing, and new friendships.

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The next morning the two crews bid farewell and went their separate ways. You were sad to see them go, but were happy you made new friends, and hopeful for the next time the two crews crossed paths. All of the Heart Pirates were gathered for breakfast, most suffering hangovers, exhaustion, or both. The crew enjoyed their food as they filled Law and the others in on the previous night’s activities.

“Yeah those Straw Hats were a blast! They for sure know how to have a good time!” Penguin exclaimed.

“Honestly!! And YOU,” Shachi turns to you, “I didn’t know you could dance like that! It was so SEXY!”

“Hey now,” Law intervened, ready to scold him for sexualizing female crewmates again.

“No it’s okay,” you reply, slightly embarrassed. “I think I got a bit carried away with the alcohol.”

“I’m just saying, Luffy’s a lucky man for getting to dance with you like that,” Shachi added.

“You danced with Luffy??” Law stiffens up, surprised and almost agitated.

“Just for a bit,” you reply nonchalantly. “I danced with everyone. To be honest it was kinda a blur.” You stand up from the table, “Speaking of which, I’m not feeling my best right now. Here Bepo,” you hand him your plate, “You can have the rest of my breakfast. If you’ll excuse me I’m going to go get some more sleep.”

“Hey Y/N,” Law added, “When you wake up can you meet me in my office? I… just have a few things to go over with you.”

“Yeah sure. I suppose.” What could Law have to discuss with you? As the crew’s musicians, you weren’t technically very necessary for most of the strategizing for the crew. You spent the next few hours pondering on that.

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After some medication and a few extra hours of sleep, you were feeling slightly better. Today was a travel day so you were free to be somewhat lazy, as long as you eventually completed your chores. You make your way to Law’s office, still somewhat curious about what he needed to chat with you about. You take a deep breath and knock.

“Come in,” Law’s muffled voice echos through the cold, metal door.

“Hey,” you peek through the door to see Law sitting at his desk, reading through papers. “What did you wanna chat about?” You ask. He sets down his papers and focuses his attention on you.

“First things first, how are you feeling?” He asks in a flat tone, his medical side kicking in instinctively.

“Much better, I think I just needed the rest.”

Law stands up and pours a glass of water from the pitcher sitting on his desk, “Just make sure you stay hydrated today too.” He offers you the glass of water, avoiding too much direct eye contact.

‘Is something bugging him?’

He inhales through his nose deeply, “I wanted to speak with you about last night.”

“Oh… what about last night?” Now you had an idea where this conversation was going. You knew it the moment he reacted to the name “Luffy” at breakfast. After all, Law had a complicated relationship with the captain of the Straw Hat Pirates. They were friendly with each other for the most part, but a bit too competitive to be on great terms.

“Well, I suppose I should start with an apology for my absence. I had a lot of catching up to do on plans,” he leans back to partially sit on his desk, “I wasn’t there to see it first hand but it sounds like you got pretty cozy with Straw Hat?” You could tell he was trying to not sound accusatory, but was not doing a great job.

“Woah. Well first of all we just danced together, and that was all there was to it. He was just trying to show me a good time,” you reply defensively.

“He didn’t try to make any moves on you did he?” His arms are crossed and his face is shielded by his hat, leaving him with a guarded demeanor.

“So what if he did?? I’m an adult who can handle her own interactions with others.” You took a step closer to Law, defensive and agitated.

“I know you are, and I admire that about you. I just don’t want you reciprocating those kinds of interactions with other crews. It’s a bad look on the Heart Pirates.” Law remained aloof, but you could tell he was irritated. That’s when it clicked.

“Are you… jealous?” You ask Law, a smug smile forming in your face.

“I- no,” he shakes his head, thrown off by your sudden accusation. “I just want to be able to look out for you. I-“

“You ARE jealous,” you interrupt, slowly approaching the now-flustered man. Seeing him react like this sparked a certain arrogance within you. You’ve never seen your captain so caught off guard. You lean on the desk behind him, caging him in.

“I bet… you wish it was you instead of Luffy.” There’s a faint shake in Law’s breathing. Before you can tease him anymore he slips out from under your embrace.

“For the last time I am not jealous.” You turn towards him, leaning into the desk where he was sitting and innocently tilt your head.

“But Captain, if nothing happened with Luffy then why are you still so bothered about it?” Law’s face reacted ever-so-slightly to the way you said “captain”.

“You know that I can dance with you too… if that’s what you want?” You approach the shaken-up man slowly, getting close enough that your bodies are nearly touching. You can feel the heat radiating off of his body. Law’s eyes scan you up and down, carefully calculating his next move. He mutters a “fuck” and leans in, almost prepared to kiss you, but resists. Before he can pull away, you grab his shoulders and press into him, kissing him passionately. His hands find your waist as the initial shock fades and he settles into the heated kiss. You press your body into his and he unforgivingly pushes you back, propping you up on his desk. One of his hands finds your neck while the other grabs your ass.

“He was ‘just trying to show you a good time’? I’ll fucking show you a good time…” Law mutters in your ear. He removes his hand from your ass and pushes up your skirt to reveal your panties. “This okay?” You nod, desire overcoming all sense of reason. He pushes your panties aside and runs his tattooed fingers up and down your slit.

“You’re already so wet for me…” He teases your slit, carefully studying your reactions. His large, soft hands spread the slickness up and down in a delicate, controlled manner. You can tell that with each desperate whimper you make, a certain confidence grows within Law. The man who was shaken-up by the word “jealous” was now proudly proving that you were his all along.

Law pushes two of his fingers in, drawing out a needy moan from you. He pulls them out slowly, before pushing them back in with slightly more force. He reaches a steady rhythm pumping with his fingers as his lips find the sensitive skin of your neck, biting and sucking harder with every one of your moans.

“I’m sure that feels really good doesn’t it?”

“Ye- yes~”

“And I bet that dumbass Straw Hat couldn’t make you feel like this… not even if he tried,” You shake your head, moaning and grinding into his hand. Law curls his fingers, perfectly finding your sweet spot.

“He can’t take care of you. Not like I’m going to,” He removes his fingers and pulls your panties down, lowering himself so he’s now eye level with your aching pussy.

“So perfect….” Law mutters as he leans in and kisses your inner thigh. He falls into another kiss, and another, and another, worshiping your body as your desire grows unbearable.

“Law… please…”

He acknowledges your pleas with a smirk and proceeds to slowly drag his tongue up your slit, stopping at your clit. His dark eyes meet yours as his tongue dances around your swollen bud. Your hands find his head, pushing off his hat so you can run your fingers through his dark, coarse hair.

“You taste so fucking good…” Law runs his tongue up and down your slit, alternating between sucking at your clit and circling it with the tip of his tongue. Just when you thought the stimulation was too much, he returns his fingers back into your pussy, expertly pumping them in and out as you helplessly moan. You throw your head back, unable to handle the intense pleasure. You can feel your insides start to coil with every circle of his tongue and pump of his fingers. The burning sensation continues to grow until it finally snaps. A high-pitched whine left your body as a wave a pleasure overcame you. But Law didn’t stop there. Before you could fully come down from your high, he stands up again, grabbing your hips to pull you into a heated kiss. Your body melts into the kiss, fully relaxed after such an intense wave a pleasure.

“I’m not done with you. Not yet,” Law pulls away and unzips his jeans just enough to free his angry cock.

“Are you okay with this?”

“Please…” That was all Law needed to hear. He gives a few pumps to his precum-soaked cock before lining it up with you and thrusting unforgivingly. Law gives a low groan as he speeds up his pace, gripping your hips tighter. You wrap your legs around his back for balance as he pushes deeper and deeper.

“Such a pretty girl… such a pretty body… you’re so- fucking- perfect” he rambles between thrusts. He returns to kissing and gently biting your neck, leaving small marks to claim what’s his. All you can do is moan, unable to form any coherent words from the sheer bliss for body is feeling. One of his hands finds your clit, and rubs it in small, perfect circles. You grind your hips against his body, feeling another orgasm creep up on you.

“Ah~ Law~” you call out.

“Do it,” he growls. “Cum on that big cock. I wanna hear you say the name of the man making you feel this way. I wanna hear you say my name.”

“Law~ Captain~ ah it feels so good~” Your body succumbs to the intense euphoria as your second orgasm comes crashing, leaving you a shaking and whimpering mess.

“Such a good girl… you take me so well…” you melt into Law’s arms as he thrusts faster, chasing his own high.

“Ah- fuck,” Law groans as he pulls out, spilling hot ropes of cum on your stomach. He gives his cock a few more pumps with his hand, spreading the cum up and down. You both pause for a moment, catching your breaths and regaining your composure.

Night watch on the Thousand Sunny was never fun. You’ve tried your best to romanticize it. Obviously, you were lucky to have the chance to gaze at the millions of gleaming stars and breathe in the fresh cool wind, but at the end of the day, it meant no sleep with not much to do to pass the time. Night watch in open waters was no better. The likelihood of something actually happening was very low, especially in this area, making your efforts of “protecting the ship” feel unnecessary. This particular night you were positioned to guard the front-half of the ship in the Lookout Point, while Zoro was guarding the back in the Crow’s Nest. You never understood why the crew needed two people to guard the ship, but there was always some comfort in knowing that someone else was awake, dealing with the same situation as you. At least you hoped Zoro was awake. He was usually quite the night owl, but he drank more sake than usual at dinner this evening, and was notorious for passing out after indulging like that. With nothing going on, maybe you could go check on him, and maybe keep each other company, just for a little bit. After all it’s not like you were on high alert. And, it would be responsible to make sure he’s still awake. You decide to go.

You quietly leave the lookout tower and make your way towards the back of the ship, careful to not wake any of the crew. The quiet waves and gleaming moonlight made the usually-boisterous ship feel almost surreal. Nearing the Crow’s Nest, you peek in one of the open windows near the entrance, checking to see if Zoro’s awake. With the workout room so dark, you relied on moonlight for any hints. ‘He.. is awake?’ At this angle you couldn’t really see his face clearly. Zoro was sitting on the floor, slouched in the same posture as if he dozed off, but was also… moving? You lean in closer. You squint to see his hand buried in his trousers, slowly moving back and forth. ‘Wait? Is he??’

There Zoro was, sitting on the floor, lazily jerking himself off. You know you should look away. You want to look away. But it was sure a sight to behold. And he couldn’t see you from this angle, ‘right?’ Your brain is telling you that it’s wrong to watch something so private. That he could look back and see you any second. But the heat pooling in between your thighs didn’t care one bit. It wasn’t a great view, but it was good enough to have you wondering just how long his cock was. Unable to look away, you stay and quietly watch the swordsman, his hand moving back and forth. You were mesmerized. Zoro eventually starts speeding up his pace; he’s definitely awake. You pray he doesn’t turn around and see you, hiding behind the window, unable to take your eyes off him. He’s pumping his cock faster and faster and faster, groaning as he adds a short and sweet pump at the tip before squeezing at the base again. You’re fully captivated by every movement. Zoro starts losing rhythm as his hips buck and grind into his hand. At this point it was way too late to look away. Your body was frozen, all thoughts consumed by the forbidden show he was putting on. Zoro grabs a cloth from around his arm and pushes his pants down, pulling his swollen cock out. It’s much bigger than you expected. He thrusts into his hand with a fast messy pace, viciously squeezing his shaft. For a split second you almost thought you heard your name between groans as you watch ropes of cum spill into in the cloth, some dripping out onto his hand and trousers. Shocked, you turn away, hiding behind the wall. Did he just say your name?Did he notice you? ‘Fuck.’ Waves of guilt hit you as you finally come to your senses and realize what you had just watched. What you had just done. Even if he didn’t know you were there, you had still crossed a line. You start quietly sneaking back towards the lookout tower, reflecting on how this would impact your relationship with Zoro. How would you even explain yourself if he knew? Millions of thoughts are flooding your mind, but before you can get too far, a low voice shatters your soul:

“Thought you were supposed to be watching the front of the ship?”. You stop dead in your tracks and turn towards Zoro, who’s leaning in the doorway, arms crossed. Even in the dark, anyone could see how bright red your face was with embarrassment.

“ZORO!! I-“

“Oh save it. If you’re about to apologize, don’t bother. We both know you had the opportunity to just leave if you wanted. So why didn’t you?” You’re speechless, frozen in both fear and embarrassment. He approaches you and lifts your chin with his finger. You can still feel that burning, deep inside your core. Something longing for him. Before you can bring yourself to say anything, he gives a wicked grin.

“If you really want to make it up to me that badly, meet me in the crow’s nest after dinner tomorrow. We can talk then. Maybe I’ll even forgive you…” he leans in close, surveying your reaction. You give a small, nervous nod, hoping he can’t somehow see how turned on you are. Why the hell did you have to be so turned on in a moment like this?

He pulls you slightly closer with his finger and whispers, “Now maybe… you should go do your job… Before someone finds out why you were off slacking.” Zoro smirks and turns away, returning to his post.

“R-right. Yeah I’ll see you tomorrow,” you answer, tensely.

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The next day felt like hell. Not only were you running on no sleep, you were flooded with guilt, and dreading this evening. Yet, for some damn reason, you couldn’t get the thought of Zoro out of your mind. That dirty, dirty image of him pleasuring himself was stained in your memory. And for some sick reason, you liked it. There was some twisted excitement in getting caught. Nonetheless, there was still the reality of this situation, where your relationship with Zoro has shifted into something unfamiliar and uncomfortable. You had told the other crew members you were sick, too embarrassed to show your face, especially to the swordsman. You had camped out in the women’s quarters all day, crew mates checking in on you occasionally. The hours went by agonizingly slow, but finally, dinner time had passed.

You venture out of the living quarters and anxiously make your way towards the Crow’s Nest. Something in you knew Zoro was already waiting for you there. You take a deep breath, and open the door. The lights are off, but the evening sun illuminates the room giving it golden hues. Zoro is sitting on a bench by the wall. He pats the bench while standing up, “Have a seat,” he ordered. You reluctantly sit on the bench as he grabs another and positions it in front of yours, so you two are facing each other, just a few feet apart.

“Listen-“ you start to apologize to Zoro, “Before you say anything I just want to let you know... I-“

“Hold it. I didn’t ask you to come here so I could hear a sorry excuse for an apology.”

Then why did he ask you to come?

“I know for a fact you didn’t feel sorry until you got caught. I asked you to meet me here because I want to get even.”

“Even?” Your heart is racing million beats a minute, and you can feel your face turning red again.

‘What did he mean by that?’

“I know you watched me. Without any shame. Like a dirty whore. You expect me to forgive you that easy?” He gives that wicked grin again. “Don’t think so. Only way I’m letting you off the hook is if we get even. Meaning I get a little show for myself.” Zoro leans forward and mutters in a dark voice, “Think you can do that for me?”

‘OH… that’s what he means by getting even’ It takes you a second to fully understand what he’s asking you to do.

“So… you want to watch me touch myself?” This is not how you expected this apology to go. Your whole body is burning. There was no doubt you were attracted to Zoro, but you always kept your intimate life and desires private, especially from other members of the crew. Were you even ready to cross that line? What if someone finds out about this? But as your thoughts continue racing, you realize, none of that really matters anymore. The line had already been crossed last night, the moment you decided to not walk away. Something inside you craved Zoro, even if you knew you would never directly confess that to him. But somehow, he saw right through you. Otherwise he wouldn’t have called you in here.

Zoro nonchalantly leans back in his seat. “I mean the choice is yours. I won’t tell anyone what you did or anything…” his eyes darken, “but I’m sure it’s not fun living with that nasty guilt.” You pause for a moment, carefully considering his offer. His bluff.

You take a big breath of air for a short moment of confidence, “Okay I’ll do it.” Immediately something shifted in Zoro.

“Oh… What a good girl we have here…” he mutters, condescendingly. You’ve never seen Zoro this arrogant.

“I’ll even make it easy on you and show you exactly what to do.” He settles into his seat, leaning back to take in the view.

“First thing you can do is remove those panties. Can’t see with them in the way.” You comply and nervously slip your panties off from under your dress. Zoro extends a hand to grab them from you.

“Damn.. didn’t expect you to be so wet. Guess I should known better based on how much of a pervert you are,” he brings your panties up close, breathing in the aroma of your sex. “Everyone thinks you’re so fucking innocent, but I see right through you. Dirty girl.” Your thighs are pressed tightly together, unsure if it’s from humiliation or the need for touch growing in you.

“Take off your dress. That’s covering up too much too.”

“But Zoro… the windows are open. What if someone walks by?”

“What a shame that would be…” Zoro replies mockingly, “Someone walking by… noticing you… stopping to watch you pleasure yourself… I don’t think anyone in their right mind would stay and watch. Not even the damn cook would stoop that low. Now take it off.” You slide your dress off, now fully exposed to Zoro.

“And spread your legs. I wanna see exactly what you did when you got back to your post last night. I wanna see how you touch yourself when when you think about me”

You obey, slowly spreading your legs to reveal your gleaming pussy to the swordsman. You hesitantly slide one of your hands down to find your lower region, the other propped behind you so you can lean back. You rub your middle finger slowly up and down your slit, spreading the slickness around.

“What a dirty bitch…. You like being humiliated? All I’ve done is shame you and you’re a soaking mess.” He wasn’t wrong, you’ve never felt this level of humiliation, but your body was betraying you. You were a soaking mess.

“I want you to look me in the eyes when you touch yourself. Show me just how much of a filthy slut you are.” His eyes are locked in on yours. A soft moan escapes your lips as your hand gives more attention to your swollen clit, hips grinding back and forth for more friction.

“That’s it…” Zoro encourages. “How about you finger yourself for me? Imagine they’re my big fat cock you were gawking at last night. You’d like that? Wouldn’t you?” You nod, now completely intoxicated with desire. You moan as you slip in two fingers, pumping them in and out slowly, desperately searching for any reaction from Zoro.

“Damn...” You don’t break eye contact, but in your peripheral vision you can see one of his hands start to palm at his crotch. The hand that is holding your panties.

“What a good little slut. That feel good? Bet you wish it was me. I bet you’ve been thinking about me all day, hiding from the rest of the crew so you can go touch yourself, like a needy little whore. You can’t get the thought of my cock out of your head, can you?” You shake your head, shameful and needy. Your fingers are curling inside you, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly.

“Tell me. Tell me how much of a whore you are.” Zoro’s palming at the tightness in his pants harder, but his presence hasn’t changed one bit. He’s just as condescending and smug as he was when you got here.

“Fuck… I am just a dirty slut,” you whine. “I watched you like a pervert. I watched you jerk your cock. I could’ve walked away, but I didn’t. I enjoyed it too much. I imagined I was in there with you, making you feel good. I imagined you praising me and moaning my name as you shot your sticky cum all over the place. I imagined it got all over me.” You continue fingering yourself, mumbling as you chase that high. “I couldn’t even refrain from touching myself when I got back to my post. I felt so much guilt, but it was so exciting to get caught by you. Maybe you’d think of me next time. I imagined you walking in on me… touching myself like the dirty slut I am. I imagined you offering help by fucking me with your big cock.” Your confession trails off by moans as you near your high. “Zoro… I just want you to touch me… please…” He smirks, as if that had been what he was waiting to hear all along.

“Don’t worry baby I will. I’ll fuck you as much as you want, but first I need to see you cum on those fingers. Then, we’ll be even. Then, I can fuck you with my big cock. Can you do that for me?” You nod, hips rolling with the rhythm in your hand, a sensation so sweet you can’t take it anymore. Your body crumbles into ecstasy as you cum, moaning the swordsman’s name over and over again.

Before you have any time to come down from your high, Zoro stands up, and pushes you back so you’re lying across the bench, wrists pinned above your head. He grabs his swollen cock from his trousers and lines it up on your still-throbbing pussy, thrusting into you quick and greedy.

“See? All you had to do was ask,” he growls as he settles into a fast and ravenous rhythm, stretching your needy hole more and more with every pump.

“Ah- Zoro- it’s so big” you whine.

“But you already knew that. You knew that yesterday when you watched me like the damn pervert you are. You- slutty- bitch.” He increases the pace, punishing you with overstimulation. Tears start to well at your eyes from the sheer amount of pleasure your body is in.

“You’re gonna come all over my cock. I want you screaming my name by the time I cum in that perfect pussy.” He leans down and gently bites your nipple, rolling it between his tongue and top teeth.

“Such a perfect fucking body,” he mumbles. You’re so drunk with pleasure you can’t even conjure a response to the obscene words Zoro praises you with. He removes his hands from your wrists to grab your hips, using them as an anchor to fuck you harder and deeper.

“What a good girl… using my cock to pleasure yourself like this. You take me so fucking well.”

“Ah- Zoro- fuck- Zoro I’m-“

Your body coils tightly as your second orgasm comes crashing, leaving you teary-eyed and mumbling in bliss, but he doesn’t dare slow down. Zoro’s now chasing his own high. He furiously pumps his cock in you, pace becoming messier by the second, just like the day before. He groans loudly, moaning your name as he cums inside you, his hot, sticky cum spilling out with every thrust.

“Attagirl…” Zoro pants, catching his breath as he sits back up. You rub your face, wiping away sweat and small tears as you also come back to reality. Zoro extends a hand to gently brush the hair out of your face, silently taking in your beauty. You both spend a moment reflecting on the newfound intimacy between you two.

“So… think you can forgive me now?”

After a short pause he chuckles and responds, “I could never stay mad. Not at someone like you. You just have to promise me you’ll lend a hand next time, instead of just gawking through the window.”

You laugh, knowing you’ll never fully escape Zoro’s teasing on this whole situation.

Distant seagulls and crashing waves can be heard as you disembark the Polar Tang. It had been almost two weeks since the Heart Pirates stopped at a seaside town for supplies. You had begged Law to bring you with him, as you could not stand the thought of being in that dark submarine for any longer. He had originally planned on going alone to avoid causing a commotion with the locals, but reluctantly agreed to let you tag along. Your role as ship’s cook would give useful insight to what local ingredients are best. The quiet town was about a 15 minute walk away with little to no conversation. Law had always been fairly reserved, not going out of his way to make unnecessary small talk. You didn’t really mind, you were just grateful for the fresh air and new scenery.

“Where should we stop first?” You ask as the two of you near the seaside market. There was wide variety of stands, ranging from fruits, to weapons, to clothing and accessories.

“There’s a few items I need to go look for. How about you get started on the food supplies?” Law turns to you and hands you a wad of money. “Your allowance. Try not to go overboard,” he gives a faint smirk and heads further into the market.

You decide to start with the necessary ingredients, ones that would help feed the entire crew for a small sum of money. You pick up a variety of food, and are already getting excited about recipes you can make with them. After about 30 minutes of shopping, you figure you have enough food to make several different meals, for at least the next two weeks. You even had spare money left over. Assuming the crew wouldn’t make another stop like this for the next few weeks again, you take it upon yourself shop for some fun snacks to boost crew morale. Your primary duty as the Heart Pirates Chef is to keep the crew fed and alive, but it is also very important to you that everyone is happy and satiated. You come across a stand full of pastries, presumably owned by the town baker. They had a variety of options, but the one that caught your eye were the heart-shaped Starbone cookies. ‘Wow perfect for the Heart Pirates,’ you proudly think as you purchase two dozen. It was fairly common to see lots of new flavors and herbs on different islands. You had never heard of Starbone before, but the smell of the cookies was tempting enough for you to want to try them. You treat yourself to a cookie as you roam the market, starting to make your way towards Law.

“You doing okay? You look a little flushed?” He asks approaching you.

“Yeah! I’m fine. Must’ve gotten more sun than usual,” you reply, joking about the window-less conditions of the Polar Tang. You always appreciated Law’s concern for others. It was a natural instinct that would come with any doctor, but Law’s concern always felt sincere towards his crew. After a short pause, you decide to change the conversation, “You find everything you need?”

“Yeah, wish I would’ve found some more medical supplies, but got a good haul otherwise. You?”

“I got enough food supplies for the next two weeks, WITH leftover berries,” you proudly reply, handing him the leftover berries. “Oh! I also got some extra treats for the crew. Some cookies. I just had one and they’re amazing.”

“Nice,” he responds with a laidback smile. The two of you leave the town and start making your way back to the crew. Things were a little more upbeat this time, with some lighthearted conversation here and there. As the two of you walked side by side, you couldn’t help but ponder on your feelings toward Law. You thought you had been mostly over it, but that didn’t stop you from fantasizing about him late at night every now and then. In fact, with the way he was looking now maybe you were still just as enamored with him. His dark hair… sharp features… warm smile… Maybe it was just the heart-shaped cookies talking, but from the corner of your mind something decides maybe now would be a good time to tell him how you felt. Instinctively you stop dead in your tracks, fully prepared to confess something, anything to your captain.

“Law?” you turn to him, your heart suddenly betraying all sense of reason.

“What is i-“ he pauses, looking shocked. “Holy crap, you’re burning up!? Are you okay?” He throws his backpack down and starts rummaging for a thermometer.

You thought it was the heat, or maybe the sun, or maybe just plain embarrassment, but you had been feeling warmer than usual since you had left town. You must be more lovesick than you thought. Not to mention, you had a burning, almost cramping feeling in your lower stomach. ‘Lovesick or horny’ you thought to yourself. Law pulls the thermometer out of his bag and stands up, “Let’s get you into some shade.” He picks up his gear and guides you to a large rock.

“Open up,” he says as he puts the thermometer in your mouth. “Hmm. You’re running a pretty high fever. Are you feeling any other symptoms?”

“Well, I suppose some minor cramping. And I feel a little flushed” You always felt weird about Law trying to diagnose you, but at the end of the day it was his job.

“Are you menstruating?”

“No.”

“And you felt fine this morning?”

“I mean you saw me as we were heading to town. I was fine up until 10 minutes ago.”

“Hmm. You eat or drink anything in town? Could be an allergic reaction if it was brought about so quickly.”

“I had one of those cookies. It was an interesting flavor. Starbuck? Or something like that.” You start to open your bag of supplies to grab the box of cookies.

“Oh Starbone! I’ve never heard of it. Maybe I am allergic.”

“Crap,” Law whispers as he starts looking around, the town still not too far away.

“What? Is that a bad thing?”

“No. But it’s not a good thing. If I remember correctly, the town does grow and sell that flower. It’s a strong aphrodisiac, used for fertility but sometimes recreationally. I’m not sure what the dosage is in those cookies, but it looks like it’s working fast.”

‘Fuck…’ you thought to yourself. Of course the heart-shaped cookies with a weird ingredient were an aphrodisiac.

“Do I have to wait it out? Is there a way to reverse it?”

“Unfortunately I’m not sure. We’re not too far from town. I can go ask some locals. Just stay put and drink some water. Okay?” Law assured as he hands you his water canteen. “Also have a seat.”He takes off his hoodie to reveal his gleaming muscles and white tank, partially covering his chest tattoos. He lays his hoodie out on the rocky ground, and sets his backpack down to be used as a backrest.

“I’ll be right back,” he promises.

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Law had been gone for a fair amount of time, and you were feeling no better. All you could think about was him, and how caring he was… and how his hoodie smelled just like him… and how his tattoos contoured his perfect muscles… and… you were getting worse by the minute. It had to have been a strong aphrodisiac, because this might’ve been the horniest you’ve ever felt. You couldn’t help but try to shift in your seat, for any sort of friction. If Law was taking his time, maybe you could try to make yourself cum, maybe that would help speed up the effects of the drug. With how you were feeling, it would take no time at all to rub one out before he got back… ‘right?’

You decided to get to work. The rock you were sitting at was big enough to block the view from the town, and the Polar Tang was still far around the bend, also out of sight. You unzip your shorts and rub your hand along your slit over your panties. They were much wetter than you had anticipated. You rub your hand in small slow circles, enjoying the friction. Your heart feels like it’s going a million beats a minute, and you’re trying your best to suppress your moans. You rub faster and faster, grinding on your hand. It feels so good, but it’s not enough. You slip in two fingers and use your other hand to slide under your shirt and pinch one of your nipples. Your fingers are pumping as hard and fast as they’ll go, but it’s still not enough. You can’t reach that peak. Tears start to form in your eyes as frustration settles in. Your whole body is burning and you can’t do anything to fix it. In fact, it’s safe to say you’re only making it worse. Before you know it, Law returns from around the rock.

“Okay I got some- WOAH,” he blurted, taking in the lewd scene before him. He stared for a second, and then quickly turned around, looking slightly embarrassed.

“LAW!! I’m so sorry. I thought I could make it go away. But I think I made it worse.” You confessed, your voice breathy and needy. “I think I need help.”

Without turning around, Law replies, “I know. The locals told me it can take hours to even days for the effects to wear off without a partner.” He pauses, as if he’s carefully deciding what to say next. “I don’t want to leave you like this, knowing it could get worse. I would suggest treatment as soon as possible. I can do it right here if you’re comfortable with that, but it doesn’t have to be me. I can also go grab a crew mate or someone you feel more comfortable with. After all, it’s is a very intimate treatment and patient safety is a top priority of mine.”

You take a moment to consider his words, then work up the courage to nervously ask, “Will you do it?” He gives a small nod, and makes his way toward you. You’ve never seen him look anxious like this. He reaches into the backpack and pulls out some disposable rubber gloves. His hands are shaking ever so slightly.

“Okay. I’m going to help you now.” He says, putting the gloves on and kneeling next to you. “Can you remove your shorts for me?”

You awkwardly slide your shorts and panties off, hoping this area would stay private.

“I’m going to finger you now... Are you okay with that?”

“Please…” you whimper, spreading your legs. Law inserts two gloved fingers slowly, awaiting your reaction. You let out a soft moan. Your head falls back as you take in the pleasure. He starts to move a little faster, picking up a rhythm that makes you sing sounds of satisfaction. You look back at him, with half lidded eyes, and he’s starting to look more confident, almost appearing proud of himself for giving you so much relief. You look down and you can see a tent forming in his jeans. ‘Holy shit.’

He must’ve noticed you gawking because he intervenes: “Hey. Look at me. Look me in the eyes.” His gloved fingers are soaked by now. He rests his other hand on your thigh and gently squeezes it.

“How does it feel? Does it feel good?” You give a nod, your brain too focused on the pleasure to make coherent words.

“How about if I do this?” Law uses his hand on your thighs to slide your shirt and bra up. Two of his fingers find your nipple and begin playing with it. You squirm with pleasure. If you weren’t so distracted with bliss, you almost thought you could hear a small “wow” from Law. This isn’t how you imagined your first time with him, but you couldn’t care less about that now.

“You really like that, don’t you?” He’s giving that damn smirk. Oh he was enjoying this too.

“Think you’re ready to cum now?” His fingers are curling inside you, hitting that sweet spot, but you could tell it wasn’t enough.

“Can’t..” you whine between moans. “Need.. you.. inside me.. please Law” you plead, teary eyed.

He looks surprised, but immediately understands. He leans in close with darkened eyes, “So you want my big cock in your little pussy, huh? You want me to make you feel good.” He removes his hands, jolting you back to reality.

“Fuck these things,” Law growls as he rips off his gloves. He unzips his jeans and grabs his cock, already covered in precum.

“So you want your big strong captain to make you feel better, huh?” he says, stroking his cock. He lines it up on your slit and pauses a second to watch you squirm with frustration.

“Please… Law…” you plead between moans and cries, “I need you to help me cum. I need you inside me…” He’s looking proud of himself again. Almost arrogant. He finally thrusts into you with a soft groan.

“You like that? Want me to keep going?” All you can do is nod. One of his hands makes its way to your tits, and the other one puts two tattooed fingers in your mouth. You suck his fingers without breaking eye contact.

“You’re taking me so well… I’ve wanted this for so fucking long…” Law confesses. “Such a perfect fucking body…” He looks you up and down, his cock pumping in and out of your pussy that’s clenching like you would simply die if he ever pulled out.

“From the looks of it, I can only imagine you wanted me too.” He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, making a small pop.

“Law…” you moan. You never actually considered he felt attraction, nonetheless attraction towards you.

“If I had to guess…” Law’s free hand leaves your breast and finds its way to your clit. “I bet you touch yourself thinking about me.” Law groans, remembering the dirty glimpse he got of you fingering yourself.

“I bet… you were thinking about me when I walked in on you touching yourself. You’re such a dirty girl aren’t you? And now you’re gonna cum all over my big fat cock, all because you needed me that badly.” Law slowed his pace, slamming into you harder with every thrust. Between that, Law’s skilled fingers, and dirty words you just couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ah…” you moan. “I’m gonna-” Before you knew it, you were cumming, tears pooling in your eyes as the long anticipated release had finally come. Law grabs your hips as you grind against his cock, riding out the pleasure. Your whole body was in unimaginable ecstasy, tears of euphoria rolling down your cheeks.

“That’s my good girl.” He gently wipes your tears with his thumb and leans down close to your ear, “I’m gonna cum inside you now,” he mutters in a dark tone.

“Please…” you respond, feeling nothing but bliss. Law speeds up his pace, focused on his own release. His long tattooed fingers grab tightly onto your hips and he fucks your still-clenching pussy at a greedy pace. He groans and you can feel the hot ropes inside you with every thrust. You can feel the mixture of fluids spilling out of you as he slowly pulls out. Law leans over on top of you, brushing hair out of your face.

“Feel better now?” He asks with a chuckle of relief.

“Um…” the conversation shifts in a more serious tone. “Were all those things you said true? About you wanting me too?” He moves over to lay next to you.

“I’ve wanted you since the day you joined my crew. If I’m being honest, I was a little nervous to bring you with me today, I thought I was gonna say something stupid.”

You giggle, “I felt the same way about you. I’ve liked you for so long, I just never considered you’d feel the same way.” You pause for a second, taking in the close moment of intimacy.

“I do feel better. And I’m glad that you were the one here for me. I wouldn’t let it be anyone else.”

“I’m glad it was me too. It hurt me so much to see you in pain like that.” Law kisses your forehead. “Say, next time how about I buy you dinner first?” You both laugh, enjoying your newfound closeness with one another.