crybaby.

—zoro

yells at YOU, like it’s YOUR fault that he got lost and entered the woman’s bath. tries to use anger to cover up the fact that his ears are burning red at the sight of you holding the small towel against your body to cover yourself (it’s not doing a very good job). can’t even form a coherent sentence as he watches the droplets of water cascade down your skin.

zoro stifled a yawn, the only sound that echoed down the hall besides the rhythmic pattern of his feet along the wooden floor. after a long day of training it was nice to have a hot bath and release the tension in his muscles.

the only problem was that he had no idea where he was going. this town’s weird bath house had no signs or arrows directing anywhere, but with his swordsman intuition he recognized the path he was heading on.

and once he found the baths he wasted no time in opening the curtain wide and waltzing in—only to freeze dead in his tracks at the sight of you. naked. dripping.

your eyes were wide, caught in the headlights and unable to move as you stared right back at zoro.

he took you in, skin still damp, the small towel in your hands in the process of drying your head. he’d seen you everyday but this felt different. it felt so much more intimate that it had zoro admiring your body—the curves, the scars, everything he could catch a glimpse of. and sure, zoro was dense, but now, with you in front of him, he could finally understand why the stupid cook was all over you.

it was only when a stray droplet of water fell from your hair to the ground that zoro finally felt the heat travel up his neck and all the way to his ears.

“what the hell are you doing, woman!” he screamed. this seemed to snap you out of your trance as well, as you snapped the towel against your body in an attempt to hide as much as you could.

“the hell am i doing?” you shouted back. “what the hell are you doing!”

“this is the men’s bath!”

“no, it isn’t!”

zoro was about to reprimand you again when he finally took a second to look around and noticed nami and robin’s clothes neatly folded on the bench.

“zoro!” you yelled, and his attention drew back to your body. “get out!”

but when he finally left the bath, he couldn’t get the image of you out of his mind. the blush on his face refused to budge as he stalked down the hall, now even more in need of a bath.

—law

malfunctions. thought he heard ‘come on in’ when you said ‘hold on a min’ and immediately combusts upon seeing your boobs. you’re almost as dumbfounded as he is, but regain some kind of composure to start yelling at him to get out. and bless this man, he can barely comprehend anything when he sees you like this and spins around to leave, only to hit his head on the doorway.

law was psyching himself up. he had been outside your door for almost two minutes trying to build up the courage to knock. the polar tang had just docked on a new island and he wanted to ask if you’d want to go walk around town with him. he shouldn’t have been so nervous, you were a member of his crew and a friend, but recently he’d been wanting to spend more time with you—try to figure out these feelings bubbling up inside him.

so he finally knocked, feeling his heartbeat in his ears as he did so. and once he heard your respond from the other side he opened the door.

“y/n-ya, i was wondering if you wa—“ but he couldn’t finish his question.

as soon as he saw you, clad only in your underwear bottoms, arms wrapped around yourself as you attempted to hook your bra, he choked on his words.

his eyes immediately fell to your boobs, not yet constrained by the fabric around them and almost fully on display for his gaze only. he couldn’t believe it. all those days in your boiler suit had him (guiltily) fantasizing what you were hiding underneath, only able to see you when they’d stop by an island and you’d dress in casual clothes. but here, now, had almost all of his dreams fulfilled as he witness the curves of your body and your soft tits in front of him. images flashed in his mind that he only allowed at night within the security of his bedroom.

he only came to when you nearly screeched.

“oh my god, law!” your arms came around to hug yourself, unintentionally squeezing your boobs. “get out!”

he blinked out of his daze. realizing his mouth was hung open, he shut it and spun around immediately, only to smack his forehead against the wall.

you called him again, this time out of concern but he ignored you. instead nearly scrambling through the entrance and slamming the door behind him.

he doesn’t think his heart had ever beaten this fast before, and he doesn’t think he’ll ever get the image of your gorgeous body out of his head.

but you were just so worth it in his mind. the way your eyes lit up listening to anyone, so genuinely interested in hearing about what they loved. watching you enjoy the little things that people often overlooked—the sun on your skin, grass between your toes. he wanted all that passion directed towards him. hell, he wanted all of you for himself.

and in the moment, watching you laugh at your idiot of a captain, so carefree with your happiness, he just couldn’t take it anymore.

the food he was absently munching on now abandoned as he made his way towards you. luffy’s protests ignored as he dragged you away from everyone else, relishing the dampening noise as the door closed behind the two of you, now the only sound being the footsteps between the two of you as you made your way down the hall.

“now, what was that for?” you finally spoke after law stopped walking, realizing he had no where to take you.

he turned towards you, amusement laced your pretty features, and it only made you all the most enticing to him.

“they annoy me.” he said.

you breathed out a laugh, unsurprised by his sentiments towards your crew.

“and i don’t?” you asked, already knowing the answer.

but he didn’t even grace you with another response as his lips met yours.

kissing law always started out so soft—timid almost. it’s not like he had much kissing to do on the ocean.

but his lips grazed yours so gently it was almost ticklish, bringing that godforsaken smile to your lips that made his knees feel like jelly. your arms came around his neck to pull him closer, feeling his warm breath caress your cheeks before indulging in his kisses.

he held you so close, tattooed hands trailing your body and committing it to his memory in the inevitable event that he would no longer be able to touch it. and that thought made him grab you harder, greedier. his tongue darted out apprehensively, wanting to taste you—all of you—but not knowing if he wanted to do it out in the hallway where anyone could walk out and see them. but you made that decision for him as you bit his lip, and the next thing he knew you two were making out, pushing each other up against the wall like a couple of teenagers; laughing into his mouth and sending shivers down his spine at the melodic sound of your voice.

god, you were a drug to him, the salty smell of the sea mixing with your scent drove him crazy. he knew he’d go back to his bed tonight in his day clothes just to catch the whiff of you that you’d leave on his shirt. his fingers would become cold at the memory of grabbing onto your warm skin and feeling the curves of your body.

but right now he was consumed by you. pushing your body against his and trapping him against the side of the sunny. your kisses were no longer innocent, now they were eager and lustful, his fingers wound in the small hairs at the base of your neck to maneuver you how he pleased. his leg slotted between yours to teasingly graze against your sensitive core so he could swallow more of those delicious sounds you made.

god, he needed you. all of you. his free hand crawled beneath your shirt, carelessly lifting it as he raised goosebumps up your torso. you leaned further into him (if that was even possible), grinding your hips against him as you started to moan into his lips. law thought he had died and gone to heaven, that was the only logical reason he could think of for the situation he was in.

the fingers caressing your skin moved up further, he finally didn’t care where he was, he just need you.

you gasped his name breathlessly, a desperate moan against his lips at the pleasure he granted you. he moved to your neck, sucking harshly at your soft skin and allowing him to hear the beautiful noises you made just for him.

you grasped onto his shirt, nails slightly grazing his skin and making him shiver, his own hands greedily groping your flesh, yanking you into him.

god, there couldn’t be anything better in the world right now.

the speaker was broken. music that pulsed through the summer night bar was half static—you couldn’t figure out what song was supposed to be playing, but it didn’t matter much when your attention was across the room. you had come here just for him.

lounging casually, half slouched against the rickety chair that could barely support his large body, pint of beer in his one hand that was nearly about to spill as he waved it around, too engrossed in his story to notice. His shirt was open, as usual, tendons and muscles flexing ever so easily as he bellowed out a deep laugh. And that damn smile of his; that carefree, sultry smile surrounded by stubble that so effortlessly had your thighs rubbing together. His eyes caught yours, enchanting grin being directed towards you as he called your name. You were shocked, as if you didn’t expect this to happen, despite your consistent staring. But you grabbed your drink and made your way over at his beckoning.

“sweetheart, don’t you look good tonight.” he called as you approached.

“she always looks good, captain.” lucky’s voice piped up from somewhere, but shank’s eyes were glued to your figure.

“that she does.” he answered, taking a swing of his beer as he watched you sit down in front of him. “little present for your boy?”

your jaw clenched slightly.

“don’t have one anymore.” you took a sip of your own drink, wondering why you would order something this nasty.

it’d been a few months since you last saw shanks, and at that time you had a boyfriend, so he was used to you shaking off his playful advances and harmless flirting. but now that you were single, you felt you could indulge a bit. it didn't matter that nothing would probably come of it; shanks was almost 15 years your senior, but you just wanted to enjoy the attention and the feeling of being desired for the first time in a long time.

"what happened to the poor bastard?" he asked.

you shrugged, "i guess we just... grew apart."

shanks nodded, his eyes still fixed on you with that familiar twinkle of mischief, as if he could see right through you. “well, you can’t expect a boy to know how to properly treat a lady.”

you didn't have to explain yourself any further, it was as if he knew. you're sure he'd seen you and your ex together; saw how he treated you—or lack thereof. but he never said a word about it, even now, he silently held out his pint, clinking it with yours as the two of you downed your drinks.

you put up with the burn of the liqueur down your throat, trying not to make a face in front of him. you wanted to show off your best side tonight. low cut shirt and a flirty attitude that you could finally give rein to, you weren’t about to mess that up by making it seem like you can’t handle your alcohol.

if you could get the emperor of the sea to blush even once tonight, you’d leave a happy woman.

“next round on you?” you asked, mustering up the courage to be bold.

which seemed to work as the captain’s crewmates ooo’ed around you, and shanks himself blessed you with that cocky grin of his.

“of course, sweetheart.” he said.

his arm reached towards you.

“if you grace me with your company,” he grabbed at the seat of your chair, and effortlessly dragged you right up beside him. you were engulfed by the scent of him—sea salt and booze—as he leaned to whisper in your ear. “i’ll buy you drinks all night long.”

~*~

you stumbled into your bedroom, shanks hot on your tail as you threw your keys somewhere unknown.

his stubble scratched at your cheeks as you made out, hand selfishly grabbing at your body as you led him to the bed. your own fingers raked across his exposed skin, feeling the hot flesh as you pushed off his shirt.

your knees catch the corner of the bed—shanks caging you against the sheets—his fingers and mouth undressing you til you’re bare. and you knew instantly that you were stone cold sober; your mind could never have imagined something this erotic. the jolts of pleasure shocked your nerves, pulling your body magnetically closer to the large man above you. the skin he exposed burns like the sun on a hot day, and you can't help but yank him closer, like you were begging to be scorched.

he licks a long stripe up your unclothed cunt, and you let out a heavy sigh, half recovering your breath from shank’s tantalizing lips, and half unbothered. you’d been eaten out dozens of times, and you couldn’t say it was your favourite, especially when the guys between your legs didn’t even know how to get you off. you were prepared for this, lips already parting to let out a soft and inauthentic moan, ready to put on a pathetic performance until he finished in a minute or two, when the breath in your lungs is stolen, a meek cry instead slipping out as shanks flicked your clit.

“stay with me, doll,” he said, bringing you back to reality.

and he didn’t say anything else as the pad of his tongue swipes along your bud again, eliciting another provocative sound from you.

seems your noises did the trick, because in the next second, shanks is attacking your cunt. sloppy, drooling licks, sucks, and assaults on the most sensitive parts of you have you nearly shaking, back arching off the sheets in an attempt to get away from the overwhelming pleasure.

only for shanks to lay his heavy arm across your stomach—trapping you against the sheets—as he makes a beeline for your clit once again. his focus on your pleasure is unwavering, his movements becoming more urgent and precise as he brings you closer to the edge. your body responds eagerly, every touch sending waves of ecstasy through you. it couldn't be more clear that shanks is determined to drive you wild with desire, leaving you no choice but to surrender to the overwhelming sensations. you can’t help but to grip his auburn locks in an attempt to ground yourself, your fingers twisting in his hair, tugging harshly at every jerk and wince shanks elicits from you. his sinful groans underneath you at your own assault on his hair drive you to push harder, wanting to provoke more of those delicious sounds from his lips.

but shanks has the upper hand in this situation. within a moment he has you tumbling into your orgasm. it’s the first time a guy had ever made you cum with his tongue, and you don’t know why, but that makes it so much harder as you cry, fingers tangled in his hair yanking him towards you and suffocating him between your legs.

you don’t even get a chance to calm down from your high when shanks is crawling back above you, tongue flicking out and swiping against the cum you left coating the bottom half of his face.

“ready for another, sweetheart?” he asks your dumbfound face.

your haze riddled mind can’t comprehend what the man is asking you, and you can only manage a weak, “huh?” before shanks is grabbing at your body, so easily flipping you two over and seating you on his lap, his hard cock pressing into your ass. shanks smirks at your confusion, his hands gripping your hips firmly as he positions you exactly where he wants you.

"i'll take that as a yes," he almost growls, before sliding into you with a hunger that leaves you breathless.

"fuck!" you nearly screech, the angle of his cock perfectly hitting that spot inside you.

"that's it, baby, let it out." he bucked his hips. "lemme hear how good you feel."

there was no need to tire yourself out bouncing; shank's hips and arm around your waist kept you at a steady pace while he continued to thrust into you.

"shanks—please." you gasped, your voice catching as the pleasure grew more intense.

you felt his hand leave your hip, only to feel it smacking against the flesh of your ass a second later, tearing a yelp from your throat and toppling your balance forward, falling into shank's chest.

"c'mon, pretty girl, what do you really wanna call me?" he tempted you, not easing up on his thrusts into your wet pussy.

you whined into his chest; how could he possibly have figured you out? were you that easy to read?

but when you wouldn't answer him, his hand came around to rub at your already sensitive clit.

you gasped.

"daddy!" you said in a breathless whimper.

"there we go, sweetheart." shanks picked up the pace, fucking up into you with a newfound urgency. "who's making you feel this good?"

at this point, you can't say anything other than that godforsaken title. chanting it like a mantra as shanks quickly brought you to your next high, all too fast. you vaguely hear him tell you to cum with him as you throw your head back like a woman possessed. you reach the peak and release a primal scream of ecstasy, feeling his own cum fill you up.

after a moment, you collapse against him, exhausted and more satisfied than what you thought was possible. as you catch your breath, shanks holds you close, leaving half-baked kisses against your skin as you both bask in the afterglow of your shared passion. the intensity of what just happened lingers as you realize that this is something better than you could have ever found.

you push your hand against his chest, only lifting yourself enough to look him in the eyes.

"we're definitely doing that again."

it was hot in the room. you felt the small beads of sweat along your hairline start to drip despite the uncomfortable feeling. you kept the covers up to your chest even though no one was around; there was still the lingering feeling of shame as your fingers moved underneath the knit fabric.

soft pants escaped your dry lips. you couldn’t remember how long you’d been going at it, but you were barely any closer to your release than when you started.

your fingers were starting to cramp, your wrists sore from the constant movements, and yet you couldn’t stop yourself. your brow furrowed in frustration, soft pants unintentionally growing louder as your back arched slightly, trying desperately to find that euphoric feeling that felt so out of reach despite the toys, vibrators, or anything around you that could possibly bring you the comfort you sought. you just couldn’t find that same feeling that he gave you. your soft fingers circled your clit. had it been teasingly or slowly, you might have morally felt better, but the incessant vibrations you caused had the blanket atop you shaking loose. the pressure you applied was borderline painful, but you couldn’t stop. the slick that was dripping from your body cascaded down your sweaty thighs to the moist bedsheets below. despite the numbing, consistent pleasure you could suffice, it wasn’t enough to bring you to the small piece of heaven that satoru could always get you to.

you cried, tears of frustration welling up in your lash line as you gave out, crumpling pathetically against the stained and moist sheets. the soft pants from your lips turned into huffs, agitated whines that became less erotic and more frustrated. it didn’t even matter that your soft fingers had been between your wet thighs; you brought them up to your face, desperately wiping away the tears as it filled you with immense shame. how pathetic you were, crying at the inability to have an orgasm by yourself. if only satoru were here.

if only his lean, muscular body was on top of yours, nimble and long fingers, capable of killing both men and curses alike, replaced your own, circling you in the way that he does, as his other hand pushed inside you, reaching those spots, you could only dream of. if only his soft, hot lips were pressed against your ear, whispering all the impure, dirty thoughts that you had repressed in your mind and luring you to your orgasm.

you hiccuped, too distracted in your own self pity to notice the man standing in the doorway. his arms crossed casually against his naked chest, skin and hair damp from the shower as he leaned casually against the frame. diamond blue eyes filled with love as he watched your crumpled form in amusement.

“having a hard time, baby?”

his voice cut through the hot, sex filled air of the bedroom, your soft whimpers stopping as your neck snapped towards the doorway.

“‘toru,” you whimpered.

his eyes glazed over; the sight of you pouting, tears in your eyes, so desperate for him had his cock stirring in his sweatpants.

“‘m here, baby.” satoru cooed, moving towards the bed, arms caging in your shorter frame. “what’s wrong?”

“can’t do it.” you sniffled, hands coming around your man’s broad shoulders, pulling him closer to you and breathing in his fresh scent. “need you.”

“need me for what?” he asked rhetorically, enjoying the sight of you more than he should.

you whimpered again, cheeks heating slightly at the thoughts in your head.

instead, you roll your hips against his, hoping to get the point across.

and apparently it did, because satoru pulled the covers off of you, exposing your naked legs and pussy to the cold air of the bedroom. you hissed slightly.

his fingers trailed down your sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake as they travelled between your wet thighs. the moan you let out was borderline pornographic, and satoru had to lean down to kiss your forehead in order to conceal the grin on his face.

“this what you need, baby?” he whispered, not looking for an answer as he nudged your clit, sending a volt of pleasure throughout your body.

“satoru…” you whined.

the rough pads of his thumb circled your nub. Satoru's touch was electrifying, sending waves of pleasure through your body. Your hips instinctively bucked against his hand, craving more of him.

"that's it, pretty girl, this is all you need, right?" he kissed your cheek softly. "just needed to feel good, yea?"

You nodded shamelessly, eyes closing and arms solidifying their hold on him.

"just couldn't do it yourself?"

"no." you whined, beginning to shake as satoru picked up the pace. "can never do it like you."

"oh, baby." the sympathy in his voice was enough to make your cunt ache. "I'll always take care of you." his long fingers dragged from your clit down to your folds. The wet sounds of him separating your lips had you moaning again. Two of those angelic fingers slipped past and into the hot muscle between your thighs. Your breath was shaking as he pumped them softly—the room filling up with the squelching sounds of your pussy along with the increasingly pitched noises coming from your mouth. the palm of his hand came to rest back on your clit, only making your shaking body jerk at the sensation.

“is this what you were thinking of when you were touching yourself, baby?” satoru’s deep voice only added to the pleasure he gave you.

you barely managed to make a sound of affirmation at him.

“what else do you think of?” he asked, curling his fingers to hit that spongy spot inside you that had you kicking your legs and digging your nails into his shoulders.

“you!” you squealed, pants becoming heavy and mixing with the moans satoru pulled from you. “your tongue, your abs, your fingers—fuck!—i love you fingers.”

“yea, baby?” he smiled down at your trembling form; the hand not currently inside you came up to cup your face, stroking your heated cheek tenderly before ghosting over your lips.

you planted a sweet kiss against it before darting your tongue out and swiping against it. satoru pushed his thumb past your lips, and you let him, welcoming it against your tongue as you began to suck on it.

your man looked down at you in awe; the depraved, fucked out look you gazed up at him with nearly took the breath from his lungs.

you looked so hot with your messed up hair, those tears in your eyes now from pleasure—pleasure he was giving you.

but the eye contact didn’t last, not when your eyes started to roll back as he picked up the pace, pumping his fingers in and out, stretching your needy pussy while the palm of his hand ground against your abused clit.

spit dribbled out of the corners of your mouth, the thumb you so desperately sucked on now neglected as your tongue lolled out of your mouth, your back arching as you panted.

“toru!” you gasped, trying to warn him, but you didn’t have to, with the way your pussy was clenching around his fingers, satoru could already tell you were about to cum.

“that’s it, baby, ride my fingers.” he told you, revelling in your nails tearing into his shoulders as you came. “such a good girl, finally getting what she needs.”

your jaw goes slack, eyes fluttering shut as you finally reach that little piece of heaven. and in it, there’s only satoru, he surrounds you, fingers running across your fire ridden skin, his scent enveloping you, his voice coaching you through your orgasm.

you nearly scream his name, hands like a vice around his back, holding him as close to you as possible as you come down.

keeping him where you need him.