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Zoro

Sanji still cannot believe he’s the reason you and Zoro are together.

Why in the fuck did he think it was a good idea to take you to the same gym Zoro trains?

“Hey, Ji. Is your green friend single?”

Well, fuck him.

What he hates even more is that Zoro is usually completely aloof with this kind of thing. Hiyori had flirted with him for a year before he even noticed it.

But now here you were. At an underground fight, cheering your boyfriend's name in the crowd. Your heart is beating loudly, and worry is filling your head.

He always wins, yeah, he does, but what if this time he doesn’t?

He’s going against a taller, blonde guy whose face is covered in bandages. They call him Killer, and that does nothing to ease your poor heart.

But Zoro fight is quite the view, the way his muscles flex, the passion and concentration on his face, how strong he is. Ugh, you love it so much.

And while you may be worried, you never fail to be on your knees in his dressing room every time before a fight.

Mascara tears running down your face, lipstick smeared all over your cheeks, and saliva covering your chin are the kind of motivation Zoro needs to win.

“Just like that, girl. Come on, keep sucking that cock. You are my lucky charm, baby girl.”

Your dad is not stupid. He knows Zoro is an athlete, but he finds it weird how your green-haired boyfriend shows up with random bruises, yet he’s never heard of him fighting anywhere. So, he quickly figures out that Zoro is fighting, just not within the law.

He forbids you to continue seeing him. He didn’t like him before; he didn’t like anyone who was friends with that Luffy kid, but now he has an excuse to keep you away from him.

“He’s going to get you arrested!” “Dad, I don’t know what you are talking about. He just likes boxing as a hobby.” “Don’t lie to me, young lady. He’s trouble, and I want you away from him, okay?” “But daddy, I love him!”

Perona helps you sneak out. Her looks might not be to your father’s approval, but he thinks she’s a nice, responsible girl. The one child of Mihawk’s he can trust. (Why? Gods know. Perona might be worse than her brother.)

But after some time, your dad starts growing suspicious. And so he decides other measures need to be taken.

So, he sets you up with a guy he deems worthy of you. Yonji. Sanji’s younger brother.

“He comes from a nice, respectable family. You like green so much, this one you can have. I’m sure Judge will also approve of your relationship.”

(If you are quiet enough, you can almost hear Sanji screaming in the background.)

You feel like throwing up every time Yonji looks your way. You hate him; he’s an asshole.

But don’t worry. Your man would never allow it.

And that’s how you end up hiding inside one of Franky’s boats.

You and Zoro are running away. Well, that was the original plan until Luffy decided he wanted to come along and then Nami, Usopp, Sanji and Chopper tagged along. And Robin, of course, but that’s cause Franky would never leave his wife behind. (Also, she has a thing for danger)

You are bent over the window. Your head and tits are poking out. And Zoro is behind you fucking you with no mercy. You tried hiding your moans and cries by holding your breath and biting your lips, the taste of iron filling up your mouth, but it’s useless.

“Shit, Zoro! Slow down!” Tears run down your face, and your legs threaten to give up; you are holding onto dear life to the window’s frame.

Earlier, he left hickies and scratches from your neck to your lower back, and now he’s admiring his work. His marks on your body. He’d never allow anyone else to have you.

“You are mine. You are mine. Mine, mine, mine...” He repeats in your ear like a mantra.

The grip on your hips gets tighter, the rhythm of his thrusts becomes desperate and harsher, the tip of his cock bruises your cervix and makes you clench harder around.

“Come on, baby. Give it to me. Cum for me.” And you do. Juices splash against his belly and thighs, you cry out in ecstasy, and your knees give out. You are trying to catch your breath when he pulls your chin between his fingers.

“Open your mouth, baby.”

No hesitation. You let him fuck your mouth, rough, urgent. His cock hits the back of your throat, and your cheeks are swallowed in as you try taking him deeper.

“Fuck!” The moan he lets out is guttural and louder than you’ve ever heard him before. His seed fills up your mouth, “Swallow.” He says in between gasps, and you just do as he says, showing him your clean tongue after. Then, he took you into his arms.

He feels content with the decision he’s made. He loves you. And he may not say it, but he was scared. He feels like he almost lost you. And he never wanted to go through that feeling again.

“Love you, woman.” He whispered against your temple before kissing it.

“Goddammit, mosshead! I’m trying to sleep here!” Sanji will never be a fan of your relationship.

Ace

From the very first time you heard his cherry red motorcycle roar, you knew you were done for.

He appeared one early morning at the coffee shop where you worked. Sweaty skin, freckles, and blushed, chapped lips; leather jacket, shirtless and black jeans. He took off his cowboy hat and ruffled his hair as he approached the counter, looking at the menu. Thank the gods above, he didn’t hear the gasp you let out; the blood in your cheeks was incriminating enough.

“You wouldn’t happen to also sell beer, would you?” He said, lowering his eyes to finally look at you. His eyes widened, his heartbeat went crazy, and a bright bloom appeared beneath the small dots on his face.

And the rest is history. Not even a week later, you were riding on the back of his bike, holding onto dear life by his strong belly and the sides of his jacket.

Then at his place, you were riding him, bouncing on his cock, hands against his chest and legs aching. Throwing your head back every time the tip pushed against your G-spot.

Danger and freedom seemed to be Ace´s life mottos, but he did slow down a bit just for you. He didn’t want to harm you in any way.

Drinking and parties became part of your life. His brothers and friends are quite nice and fun. And Whitebeard’s booze barrels make for a damn good time.

Sneaking out became easier. Guilt abandoned your mind after the third time. Ace’s dick and arms ease the anxiety.

The word quickly spread around about how you were hanging off his arm everywhere he went. And while opinions were mixed, your dad’s was certainly clear; he didn’t like the idea. Not. One. Bit.

“I won’t allow my daughter to date that good-for-nothing brat!” “But daddy, I love him!”

In your dad’s eyes, who’s a marine, everything about your narcoleptic lover was a red flag. The fact that he’s Whitebeard’s kid, Luffy and Sabo’s brother, owns a motorcycle, works as a firefighter/mechanic/handyman/and-whatever-he-seems-to-want-to-do-that-day (Ace would say he’s just a firefighter with a few extra tricks) and is strongly against authority and the government. Your dad still can’t believe he’s Garp’s grandson (neither can Garp tbh).

“Get off my property, you punk!” Your dad said as he opened the door with a kick and pointed his gun at your boyfriend.

“Dad, stop! What the hell are you doing?”

“Come on, sir... Gramps threatens me with a rifle every weekend. Your gun looks like a toy to me.”

“Ace!”

Your dad had made you quit your job at the coffee shop because he knew Ace would visit you there. Kept you from going outside or seeing anyone he didn't approve of, changed the door locks, and kept an eye on you 24/7. Every day, he would lecture you about your decisions, how irresponsible you were and how you should one day marry someone like Koby or Helmeppo. Each day, it got harder to see Ace.

But the fact that it was difficult didn’t mean impossible.

This is where his extra tricks became especially handy. Climbing up the window, picking the ten locks that secured it and shutting off the alarm was as hard as it may seem (not when your love and pussy seemed to be the reward).

You were making out on your bed. Him between your legs, your hands on his hair and his on your bottom. Grinding against each other as his lips slide from yours down your neck and even lower.

You moaned, “I miss you, Ace.”

“I know, baby. I miss you too.” He said in between kisses.

You pulled him closer, desperate to feel him against you. You needed him, not just right now, every day, everywhere, you felt like you were drowning, and he’d become your oxygen.

One of his hands made his way into your panties, rubbing your clit with his thumb and thrusting inside you with two fingers. Your entire body buzzed with pleasure, your hips pushing against his hand and your lips letting out small whimpers.

“You feel so fucking good, Babygirl. Fuck, I’ve missed your pretty pussy so. so much.”

“Ace...” You whimpered, gripping his arm to keep you grounded.

His rhythm grew faster, harder. His fingers worked expertly, knowing every single spot that drove you crazy. The words that he whispered in your ear kept you on the edge.

“Give it to me, baby. Come on, I know you want to. Give it to me, and I’ll give you my cock.”

He pushed himself deeper inside you and drew tighter circles on your clitoris. His lips sucked on one of your nipples, pulling on and biting it, leaving marks on the skin around it.

Your climax came fast and hard, every nerve on your body tingled, sparks appeared in your eyes, and a moan, which was quickly covered by Ace’s hand, announced the pinnacle of your pleasure. Your lungs gasped for air, and your hands held onto Ace as you tried coming back to Earth. He pressed small kisses and words of affirmation against your temple.

Locking eyes in the dark, you shared a kiss. That’s where he finally made up his mind.

“Run away with me.”

Law

After days and days of your friends begging you to come to this underground party, you decided to give in.

Lying to your dad isn´t something you usually do, but there´s no other way.

You are there, between a hundred other people, a red cup in your hand with God knows what inside of it and sweat in the back of your neck.

The only thing you can think of is how badly you want to go home.

But then your friends pull you through the crowd until you are in front of the stage. And that’s where it all starts.

A white shirt with the chest buttons unbuttoned and rolled up sleeves. Allowing you to see in all its glory the heart tattoos that covered his skin, and just how toned his muscles were. Black pants covered his thick thighs, and black boots were on his feet.

All air abandoned your lungs; your mouth went dry, and your eyes went wide.

You made eye contact. Your heart threatened to come out of your chest. His eye bags made his eyes appear even darker. A second ago, he looked distant, cold, annoyed even, but now, now he looked slightly intrigued.

Ikkaku shook you by the shoulders as the “Heart Pirates” began playing, screaming the name of one of the other members, but for the entire set, you could only look at him.

That night ended with you making out in the back of his car. There you learned his name, his number and about the piercing he had on his frenulum (didn’t see it, but touching it gave you a pretty clear idea)

You showed up to rehearsals, shows and random hangouts. You got high and drunk and slept on the back of the band’s van. (You told your dad you were staying with Ikakku, which technically wasn’t a lie since she was sleeping beside you).

He tried teaching you how to play the bass, but it always ended with you riding him on the couch or bent over it. He did manage to learn how to smoke pot without coughing your lungs out.

Law didn’t usually do this. He never got attached, hell, he didn’t even do casual hook-ups, but in his eyes (and heart) this was different.

You helped him practice and write lyrics. You convinced him to give medicine another chance. Gods, even Cora loved you already.

But there was someone who wasn’t a fan of your relationship.

Your dad respected Sengoku and Rosinante. He thanked them for their service. But that didn’t mean he liked Law.

“He’s a lazy lowlife! Always disrespecting everything his dad and grandfather fought for! “He is not! He just points out injustice and corruption; Cora does the same exact thing! “You are not to see him anymore! I don´t want you to throw away everything I've given you for someone like him. “But daddy, I love him!”

He threatened to send you away. And when you didn’t listen, he began making plans. You heard him on the phone talking to someone, Uncle Kizaru, probably. You being an adult didn’t mean anything to him; he would find a way, he always did. That night, you ran to Law with tears in your eyes and begged him to do something.

You grabbed onto each other with desperation. Kissing, sucking and biting every inch of skin so as not to forget what it feels like, tastes like. Your heart is beating faster than ever. Law´s hands gripped your hips, helping you bounce up and down on his cock. His lips attached to your breasts. You pushed his head closer to your chest.

“Law...” You moaned, pulling on his hair.

“You feel so fucking good, baby.” He moans against your skin.

You can feel everything. How much he’s stretching you, the small silver piercing sliding against your walls, the smacking of your bottom against your thighs, the way his experienced fingers toy with your clit.

When you met, Law expected him to be a groaner, more on the silent side. But you were nicely mistaken. He’s a full-on moaner; he sometimes tries to hide it. But in moments like this, where he’s too far gone, too pussy drunk, his brain can no longer fight it.

“Oh fuck, love! Fuck, you have the prettiest pussy ever.” He says, looking down to where you are joined. His lips opened and closed, his throat letting out all kinds of noises.

“I love you, Law.”

“Love you too.” He moans against your mouth.

His hips push against yours as he begins trying to match your rhythm. Sweat runs down his neck and chest, and with every second that passes, you both lose more of your composure.

You can feel like it. You are close, your belly is getting warmer, your legs are shaking, and your core is crying out.

“Fuck!”

You both come with a gasp. His seed fills you up until it overflows, making it run down to his thighs. You continue moving for a few moments before the overstimulation becomes too much. You tremble in his arms, and your lungs are gasping for air, and your brain still hasn’t come back down to earth.

Love fills the air, but so does uncertainty. You cling to each other but know you can ignore reality. Law feels helpless, frustrated, and though he hates asking for help, he knows that’s the only way.

***

Rosi sat in front of the TV. A plate of burnt, heart-shaped cookies, a warm cup of tea and a small (very poorly rolled) joint (for medical reasons, of course), in front of him. Yeah, tonight is going to be a good night. That’s what he thought before he saw you two appear on his porch at one in the morning. You told him everything, you trusted him with your life, but still had a small doubt that he would send you right back to your dad, just as Sengoku would.

As the blood, the screams and the violence die down, Jessamine falls to her knees. She can hear her heartbeat in her ears, the sound of blood pumping through her veins, and dripping down her skin. Her vision gets blurry and clearer at the same time, but the lack of oxygen makes her dizzy, a headache already forming in the back of her head. Scratches, bruises and cuts cover her skin; they ache, sting, but her brain hasn't quite caught up to the pain. 

She looks around and makes out the images of Ulti and Page One lying on the floor a few meters in front of her. Unconscious. The three are lying in a pool made out of a mixture of their blood. And while she's used to it, it doesn't mean she likes it. 

Her lungs burn and crave air; her mind is trying to grasp reality. Letting go, for a very brief second, of the mentality that drives her during every fight. 

Keep the ones you love safe. 

But as the adrenaline fog slowly dissipates, a new, overwhelming wave of feelings takes its place. 

Are they okay? 

Are they hurt? 

Are they scared? 

... 

Of me? 

She knows who's behind her. She can hear the quick beating of their hearts. She knows what they've seen and fears looking back. 

She cannot bring herself to face them. Not brave enough, not strong enough.  

Two anthropomorphic beasts like Kaido's minions, she can face any day, anywhere. Even if she isn't a fan of violence itself. But the sole idea of Nami and Usopp rejecting her? Her heart would die right there.  

She can already see Nami's tears dripping down as she runs away from her. Usopp’s screams as he begs her to get away from him. 

Poor Tama, was she terrified of her? Would the scene haunt her in her dreams?  

A thousand thoughts haunted her head, each worse than the last. This pain she could feel, raw, unfiltered. This one might actually kill her. 

She clutched her chest, trying to keep her heart from coming out of her body, her breathing laboured and stinging, vomit threatening to travel up her throat as her body shook violently.  

“Jess!” 

A sweet, nasal tone in her ears. 

“Jess!” 

A warm, innocent sensation on her back. 

“Jess!” 

A citrus, floral smell on her nostrils. 

It felt like a hand, pulling her out of the ocean she was drowning in. A bright light guides her throughout the darkness. 

Nami, Usopp and Tama surrounded her. Hugging her, clinging onto her, crying and screaming out their love for her. 

Nightshade could barely make out what was coming out of their mouths. It was an amalgamation of ‘I love you's’, Thank you's’, and praises. 

Her orange-headed lover took her face into her hands, inspecting any deep wounds. Caressing her cheeks, cleaning the blood that stained her skin, pouting with every cut she saw. The long-nosed kissed her shoulders and told her how glad he was to have her.  

But she didn't answer back; she couldn't. Nami then noticed how unfocused her eyes were, how disoriented she looked. She turned to Usopp, who had just noticed the same symptoms. This made their hearts shrink a little, but they decided not to show it, so as not to scare the little girl.  

For now, they would try to rejoice in the fact that their lover was alive and back in their arms. 

The aftermath had taken a toll on everyone. Luffy and Zoro’s bodies had been exhausted beyond anything they’d ever experienced before. It was physically, mentally, and emotionally draining for everyone, but now it is over. The war is finally over. There’s still a lot to be done, but Wano was finally free. 

Usopp was covered in bandages from the tip of his nose to his feet, but he was well and content to have survived one more of the Straw Hats’ adventures. He sat outside the room where Jess and Nami were resting, waiting for them to wake up. His leg bounced up and down, his fingers fidgeted, and he turned around every couple of minutes to see any sign of them, but he knew he had to be patient.  

Inside the room was Nami, who had awoken just a few minutes ago. She was looking at her lover’s face. And even though Jessamine’s skin was covered in bruises and cuts, she looked gorgeous in her eyes. With the tip of her finger, she traced every feature; the birthmarks under her eyes, the rough and patchy skin of her chapped lips, the softness of her eyelids, and the bridge of her nose, the warm tone of her skin. She wanted to remember every single detail of her, for when enough time has passed, and they’ve grown old and wrinkly together. And because, even though it hurts to think, staying alive at sea is more of a privilege than a guarantee. 

It wasn’t long before Jess' eyes opened, slowly, tired. They tried to focus on the darkness of the room, but it didn’t take much for her to recognise who was lying next to her.  

“Hi,” Nami whispered. 

“Hey.” Jessamine looked around, her brain trying to process where they were. 

“We are in the infirmary. Don’t stress about it, we are okay.” It was like she could read her mind. 

She just nodded. Allowing her body to finally relax. Every muscle in her body aches, but her poor heart can finally get a break. “How are you feeling?”  

Nami shook her head. “I’m fine. How are you? Do I need to call Chopper? You lost a lot of blood.” 

“Fine? I mean, as good as I can feel after fighting two dinosaurs. I can feel every single one of my stitches, though.” She laughed humourlessly. 

Nami smiled, but there was some worry behind the gesture. “Do you remember what happened?” 

“Parts of it mostly. Between the fight, the pain and passing out, my brain’s still trying to process everything. I know I kept coming in and out of sleep. I think at some point, I was next to Zoro?” 

“Yeah, when they first brought you guys here, you were all in the same room, so Chopper and the other doctors could check on you.” Nami filled in the gaps for her but didn’t elaborate much. 

She remembered everything. Everyone was running around, checking for survivors, taking in prisoners. People cried and screamed, they celebrated in the streets, but Usopp and Nami couldn’t really join them since they were too busy worrying about their girlfriend and friends. 

Jessamine had been taken along with her captain and second-in-command. The room was covered in blood; loud groans could be heard from all over the building as doctors stitched them back up. Nurses came in and out of the room, but no one would give them any updates. And even though it had only been a couple of hours, to the crew it felt like decades.  

“Are you okay?” Jess asked back, pulling Nami out of her trance. 

“I’m alive.” Nami said, placing a kiss on the top of her head and giving her a small smile, “I’m going to go get Usopp, he’s going crazy out there.” She didn’t wait for an answer, just got up and left the room for a couple of seconds. 

Behind her was the sniper, who, no matter how much he tried, couldn’t hide how worried he was. 

“Hey, hi, hey.” His voice came out of breath, anxious. He didn’t want her to see him like this, but the only thing he could think of was hugging her. To stretch her between his arms with all his strength, feel her, reassure his mind she was there and alive, but he knew better than to do that. Law and Chopper would probably punch him if he reopened any of her wounds. 

“Hey.” She gave him a tired smile. 

Neither Nami nor Usopp said anything; they just held her hands. They scanned her body, the bruises and the tattoos that decorated her skin, but then looked away. And this threw her off. A couple of minutes flew by, and no one would acknowledge what was happening inside their heads. Jessamine could feel the energy in the room. It was heavy, uncertain. It made her uncomfortable and made worry brew in her mind. Why were they acting like this? Were they scared? Had their view of her changed? Had their love? 

“I’m sorry if I scared you guys.” She mumbled, pulling her hands out of their grips. 

Nami shook her head, “What’s important is that you are alive.” 

“I know it can look a bit scary, but we were in danger, and I tried to make it as quick as possible cause Tama was there...” The verbiage began, every single concern in her mind escaped her without second thought. She played with the tips of her purple hair, not wanting to look them in the eyes.  

Usopp’s eyebrows furrowed, “What are you talking about?” 

“I understand how it can look, the blood and the webs, all that must have frightened you, of course it did. Oh gods, I hope Tama is okay...” 

“Hey, hey, Jess, hey...” Nami took her face in her hands. She knew this dance all too well and knew she needed to stop it before Jess got too caught up in her own insecurities. 

Jess' eyes began filling up with tears, her heartbeat speeding up, and the need to throw up invaded her, “I love you, and I don’t want you to...” A small sting appeared on her side, “Ouch!” 

The Cat Burglar gave her a bright, cheeky smile, “It’s the only way to get you out of your ass.” 

Usopp giggled and pushed himself closer to them. 

“We were not scared of you, Jess. We were scared for you, dummy.” 

Jess' eyebrows furrowed, confusion written all over her face. 

“Babe, you were covered in blood. You looked almost grey and were barely breathing when you got here.” 

“I did?” 

Usopp nodded, playing with her fingers, “We would never fear you. I know your ability is still a bit of a touchy subject for you, but we think it’s very cool.” 

Jess shook her head, “No, I get that it sometimes can be...” Nami cut her off once again. 

“It’s not. Not to us.” 

Nami and Usopp were some of the jumpiest members of the crew, but they would never lie to her. In their eyes, Jess was smart, brave, kind, a hopeless nerd, and so unbelievably hot. 

Jessamine’s eyes filled up with tears, her lower lip trembled, and the knot in her chest unravelled, “Are you sure?”  

“We never want to lose you, Jess.” Usopp couldn’t hold it in any longer; his eyes mimicked hers. Nami’s following them. 

In just a second, the three of them became a tangle mess of tears, limbs and soft cries of affection, worry and gibberish. Love filled the entire room. The caresses went from soft and reassuring to desperate and more intimate, and kisses turned deeper and more intense.  All words were left behind. 

Usopp’s hand travelled from her face to her hips, pushing her closer, making her feel all of him. He thrusted against her and moaned on the back of her neck. Nami’s lips descended, sucking on her lips, then her neck, but being gentle, not wanting to leave more marks on her, at least not right now. Her tongue drew along the ink of the constellations on her shoulder and the blue that reminded them of her past, of where and what she’s been through.  

“Love you.” Whispered Usopp. He needed to feel them close but didn’t know how to ask for it. No matter how long they’ve been together, it was still a hard subject. Not only for him, but for the three. Childhood had been a rough time, too many losses, too much pain for such young minds. But it was moments like this that helped like a balm, nourishing their chipped hearts.  

“I love you,” Nami whispered back, now going for his lips. Her tongue entered his mouth without any shame or hesitation. 

Jessamine pulled off her clothes, discarding them all over the floor, paying no mind as to where they would end up, then she did the same with theirs, but this time, careful of their bandages. As Nami´s breasts spilt out of her underwear, she latched onto one of her nipples, sucking it, rough, no care or thought, just raw need. 

Nami moaned inside Usopp’s mouth, her hand against the back of her other lover’s head, pushing her closer to her chest, wanting to feel her even more. She simply needed more. 

They moved around. 

Jessamine stayed in the middle but now lay on her back, Nami now kissing her as Usopp moved further down. His mouth sucked on one of her nipples as his fingers pulled on the other, tongue moving around the small button and pulling on it. The Devil Fruit user moaned against her lover’s mouth, one of her hands on her hair and the other on the man worshipping her body. 

Nami didn’t want to be left behind, so with no hesitation, she opened her legs, immediately going for her clitoris, toying with it, pressing it and squeezing it softly between her fingers in a V. Jessamine was so turned on that it didn’t take much for her to be able to put her fingers inside her. Two fingers went in as her thumb stimulated her clit. Jess' hips snapped up, following the feeling, chasing Nami’s hand, moaning and whining for more. Between Usopp’s lips and Nami’s hand, it was almost too much. 

“Nami!” She gasped. 

She moved her mouth from her lover’s and looked for her breasts until she was able to get one inside her mouth. Moaning around it, sucking on it without any regard. A wet smack as she alternated between the two buds.  

“Usopp...” Nami moaned, wanting to feel him closer. And he obliged. 

He pulled himself away from Jess' tits and went for Nami’s mouth, but she stopped him, opening her mouth wide and showing him her tongue. 

Usopp swallowed, “fuck...” He kneeled on the bed next to Jess' body. His cock was dark, long and hard, the head swollen and red-tinted. Nami took him into her mouth and pushed it until he was touching the back of her throat, making her gag. It was messy, saliva dribbling down and landing on Jess' chest; she moaned around him and ran her tongue on the underside of the phallus. Then came up to focus on the head, following the rhythm and movements that Jess was doing on her nipples. 

“Oh gods, Nami...” He stroked her cheek as she pushed his cock against it. 

But Nami’s focal point was being tested, and her fingers were faltering, making Jess whine. 

“Please, please, please, more...” Jess begged. And while usually, Nami might tease her for that, in this moment, the only thing both Usopp and she could think of was giving her anything and everything she wanted. So, they gave into her wishes. 

Nami pulled her fingers out. Usopp pulled himself out of Nami´s mouth and moved between Jess’ legs, bringing her closer to him by her hips. He lost his breath as he saw her gaping hole. It craved him. His fingers circled around the entrance, thrusting inside and teasing her just for a second.  

“Please, Usopp. Fuck me, please.” Tears flooded her eyes, her chest heaved heavily. He became completely enamoured by the view.  

He took his cock and slapped against her hole, circling it before pushing himself inch by inch. She came as soon as he did this; her legs thrashed around, and she was loving every single second. 

“Shit!” He groaned. She was choking him. 

“’need your pretty mouth on me, baby. You ready?” Jess nodded with enthusiasm, and Nami gave her a quick peck on the lips before throwing her leg on the other side next to her face.  

Her glistening cunt now rested a few inches on top of her face. Pretty pink, dripping wet and swollen, her hole clenching around nothing, crying out for any kind of pleasure. Jess' mouth watered, and with no further thought, she ran her tongue through Nami’s folds, tasting her essence and making her cry out.  

“Just like that, baby. Just like that, just like...” Her mind had left all clarity behind, too lost in the pleasure. Her entire body was shaking with need. Her hands looked for Usopp, and he was quick to appease their want. The long-nosed leaned closer to her and gave her a kiss. Nami's tongue searched for his.  

Their bodies fused in a mix of pleasure, passion and need. Nami rode Jess' face, she moaned against her, and her hips pushed against Usopp’s hard thrusts and fingers on her clit. 

His cock stroked and pushed on her walls, looking for that place that drove her inside, pushing and bullying her cervix, rubbing and arousing every nerve on her body. Her walls sucked him in; her essence formed a milky white ring around his cock, and her juices dripped down to the bed sheets. 

Nami grinded against her mouth, and Jess responded by sucking harder on her clit, her mouth coming down to gather her essence inside her mouth and then fucking her with her tongue. 

Her head was filled with cotton. Her mouth was full of Nami’s juices. Her pussy to the brim of Usopp’s cock. Jessamine was exactly where she wanted to be. Through her entire body ran electricity and fire, moving, chasing pleasure. She needed them to cum inside her; she needed to cum for them. Her nerves were raw, her breasts and cunt were so sensitive she could cry, but she didn’t want it to stop. 

She moaned against Nami’s core, but it just came out as loud hums. She was getting close. The knot in her belly was growing hotter and tighter, threatening to snap. 

“A bit more, baby. Please, just a bit more.” Said Nami, pulling on her own nipples. Eyes closed, mouth opened, tongue licking her lips. She was right on the edge. 

“Fuck. I’m close.” Said Usopp. He bit his lips and tried holding back, but the sight in front of him was simply too much. His cock is coming in and out of Jess. Nami leans back, moving her hips in circles as she rides Jess' mouth, her breasts bouncing. His vision turned white, and his head flew back as he pulled himself out, and his seed landed on Jess' tits. And that did it for her. Her moans turned into screams, and her juices splashed outside and hit his thighs and lower belly. 

Nami came at the sight. Her voice came out loud and sharp. Her body flew forward, Usopp quick to catch her. Their lungs begged for air, their skin covered in sweat and saliva, and their hearts completely full. 

“You okay?” Usopp asked her between breaths. She nodded with a small smile on her face, pushing herself off of Jess with his help. 

“Everything good, baby?” She turned to ask her other lover. 

Jessamine had hearts in her eyes, a bright smile and around it the navigator’s pearly juices. “All good.” 

Jealousy is not a usual sentiment for Zoro. He knows who he is, what he wants, where he’s going (on his journey, not directionally) and how you feel about him. Never doubting you, your love or relationship. And though in the beginning Sanji would strike a nerve or two with his constant flirting, Zoro soon learned to take advantage of the cook’s coquetry, by stealing your dessert, drinks, and anything that would send Sanji into a tantrum. However, if that didn’t appease the blonde’s intentions, or your boyfriend’s anger, he just had to fuck you hard enough for the entire ship to hear you scream his name.  

That’s been the status quo so far on the ship, or that had been until a certain surgeon showed up. Trafalgar Law. The pirate who formed an alliance with Luffy and had been travelling on the Sunny for the last couple of weeks. The swordsman had accepted said decision with little to no hesitation, fully trusting his captain’s judgement. That was until he had overheard a conversation that put him on edge. 

He was on his way to take a nap in your joint cabin, making a quick stop to retrieve you from the girls’ room, when he first heard the navigator. 

“Come on! You can’t tell me you haven’t noticed him! The other day, when you were helping Chopper gather herbs, his eyes were practically glued to your ass.” She exaggerated her words, giggling. 

“I must agree with Nami, love. He’s got further intentions than just an alliance with Luffy...” Robin replied, taking a sip of her coffee. 

“Yeah, he wants to form a coalition between you, your cunt and his di...”  

“Nami!” You cut her off. “Of course I have! But what the fuck do you want me to do?” You laughed. 

“I’ve seen you tell Sanji to fuck off; we all have! So, I wonder, are you enjoying the surgeon’s attention?” 

Zoro’s ear was now glued to the door. 

You hesitated for a couple of seconds, trying to form an answer that wouldn’t dig a deeper hole than the one you were already in. 

“I fucking knew it!” Nami screamed, pointing at you accusatorily, a wide triumphant smile plastered on her face. 

“Shh! Shut the hell up! Do you want the entire fucking red line to hear you?” You threw a pillow at her head, wanting to shut her mocking laugh, “Okay, sue me, he’s handsome, interesting, and well... he reminds me a little of Zoro. It’s not like I’m going to do something about it; it’s just a measly, little crush.” 

“Yeah, the two of them share a lot of traits; it looks like you have a type.” Robin gave her input. 

“Yeah, the shitty, anger issues type. At least he knows how to read directions.” 

Umm, uncalled for, Zoro thought.  

“Oh, suck a dick.” 

“Eww, no, thank you.” 

The three of you kept laughing and gossiping, but your man no longer felt like hearing or napping. No. Something big, ugly and green formed in his chest. 

Zoro’s observation, Haki had never worked as hard as it did through dinner. You sat next to him as per usual, and Law had taken the seat right in front of you, which allowed the swordsman to see every interaction you two had, and boy, it took everything in him not to jump at the Heart pirate. He noticed how Law’s eyes lingered a bit too long on your lips as your tongue licked the remnants of the sweet drink Sanji had prepared for you, how he paid extra attention to anything you said, even if someone else interrupted or talked over you, motherfucker even offered you his slice of cake. He wasn’t even being that subtle. How in the fuck did he miss it for that long? 

Marimo wasn’t being any better: squeezing your hip, pushing you closer to him, kissing your cheek, sharing his sake, whispering inappropriate things in your ear and acting so unlike his usual self. It didn’t take much for you to catch on to his intentions, and even though you should probably stop him, you couldn’t help but love the attention. 

After dinner, Zoro tried taking you to the crow’s nest, claiming you two had a “sparring session” pending. You were tempted to indulge in his little white lie, but decided against it, claiming you were spending the remainder of the evening at the library —room Law had claimed as his for the last few weeks, only allowing Robin and you to enter, or at least not glared at you when you did.  

And there he was, as if waiting for you. Reading one of the novels you had recommended, or at least pretending to when you came in, but you didn’t have to know that. 

“How are you liking it so far?” 

“It’s good. The central issue about society’s perspective and expectations on lesbian relationships is quite eye-opening.” 

“Isn’t it? I spent half the book angry and wanting to scream at the villain's blatant misogyny and homophobia.” 

“Yeah, her husband is an asshole. The sex was quite good, though.” He smirked, wanting to tease you. 

“Ugh, I knew you would say that. You are such a man.” You rolled your eyes but continued to smile. 

“Forgive me, cannot help it, no matter how much I try.” He closed the book, “But you can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy the vivid and vastly pictorial smut scenes?” 

You blushed, remembering said parts, “maybe...” Avoided his stare. 

“Mm...” He hummed, clearly pleased with your reaction. 

"Ehem." Before he could say anything else, your boyfriend hawked loudly, announcing his presence. All colour abandoned your face, and while you technically weren’t doing anything wrong, you also knew Zoro wasn’t stupid and could perfectly catch the conversation’s subtone.

You were flirting with the surgeon. 

“You think you are real fucking cute throwing yourself at the fucking doctor, huh?” His fingers were threaded across your hair, making sure you didn’t pull away.  

Your ass cheeks were now as red as the blood in your veins, purple beginning to peek; your knees ached just as much against the floor of the crow’s nest, and black mascara tears ran down your face as your boyfriend choked you on his cock. 

You gagged as the tip punched the back of your throat. Lips swollen, jaw burning and saliva and tears ran down your throat, but hearts filled up your pupils, loving every single second of your punishment. You ran your tongue on the underside, tracing his veins, making him groan. 

“Do I have to remind you who you belong to, slut?” He pushed away for a second, allowing you to gasp for air and barely give him an answer. 

“Zoro...” You whined, but he pushed himself deeper down your throat, shutting you up. 

“Who, baby?” 

“I’m yours, daddy.” Your voice is shaky and broken by the lack of oxygen. 

“Then act like it.” He shoved himself back and continued his assault on your mouth for a couple of minutes; the only thing that could be heard was the sound of you choking and his laboured breathing. 

When he pulled out, he wasn't gentle about it, immediately ordering you to get on your hands and knees on the bench, not bothering to put the cushion under you. You gasped for air, heaving, but quick to comply. He gave your bottom a couple of harsh slaps, ones that would surely leave a mark, exactly what he wanted. 

“I’m sorry, daddy!” You cried out, desperate. 

He hummed in response, not impressed.  

Zoro pushed his pants down, just enough to pull himself out. He was hard as a rock, his dark, red tip pointing to the ceiling, drops of precum already escaping from it. He spent a couple of seconds looking at his work of art, his handprints decorating your skin, your hole clenching around nothing and leaking out, wetting the wood under you, begging for him. He tugged on his cock, jerking himself and pushing the head against one of your cheeks, teasing you. You whimpered and whined his name, but he just spanked you again. 

“Tell me what you want.” 

“Fuck me, daddy. Please, please, fuck me.” 

He bent over, pressing his chest against your back, his hand lifted your face and squeezed your cheeks, “You are mine to fuck, mine to breed, no one else’s. Don’t you dare forget about it, slut.” He slammed himself inside your tight hole, no warning. 

“Fuck, Zoro!” You screamed, almost losing your balance, but he didn’t care. 

Your thighs trembled, eyes on the back of your head and hands gripping the bench, the little sanity you had left. You knew what the consequences would be when you began your little game with the Heart Captain, but this was way better than anything you could ever imagine. Sure, your boyfriend is usually rough and relentless, but this was borderline animalistic. No regard for your poor pussy or throat, he turned you into a fuck toy, his fuck toy. 

His pelvis slams against your bottom, his balls slapping on your clit, and his cock tearing you open. His breathing is heavy and abrupt, deep groans come out of his chest, and you can hear your name in between them. You moan and scream his name with every thrust, your nerves on fire and the knot in your belly threatening to snap any second now. 

“Who’s fuckin you this good, woman?” 

“You, Zoro!” You can barely articulate. 

“Who?” He thrusts even deeper. 

“Shit!” you hold tighter onto the wood, “you, daddy!” 

The head pressed against that spot that had you seeing stars, and Zoro knew it, continuing to bully it until you reached your climax. One of his hands came down, circling and playing with your clit, making you clench harder around him. 

“I’m gonna cum, oh gods, daddy!” Pleasure burned inside you, your head underwater and every inch of your body ignited. 

“Cum with me, baby.” His other hand pushed you harsher against, making you meet his thrusts. You could feel him right on your cervix, “gonna cum inside you, baby. You are mine. I’m gonna breed you, then that fucking surgeon will think twice before trying to take what’s mine. Gonna knock you, baby. Y’gonna be full of me, woman.” A mixture of jealousy, pussy drunkenness and possessiveness concocted inside his brain, but you were too far gone at this point to even think about it. 

“Cum inside me, daddy, please, please...” You blabbered. 

The feeling of his essence filling you up pushed you over the edge, making you scream his name and sending you gasping down the bench, not able to support your body anymore. His cock is still inside you, and your walls are clenching around it, milking out everything he’s got left. 

He pressed his face against your neck, catching his breath, then kissed your ear, whispering “good girl” before pulling out. His cum spilt out, but his fingers pushed it inside, not wanting anything to be wasted. 

Zoro was awake before the rest of the crew. Lifting weights and keeping watch for any possible danger, but also watching out for a certain individual whom he couldn’t wait to get rid of. 

The sun was barely visible, the clouds tinted in purple and orange tones, the breeze was calm and warming, the waves were at ease, and after last night, the uncertainty in his heart had also found some peace, at least for now. But he could never be too careful. 

Zoro sighed, feeling his muscles growing tense. He could feel him before even hearing him, “Morning, Trafalgar.” 

He grumbled a greeting back. Tiredness and fatigue in his voice. 

“Trouble sleeping, doctor?” Your boyfriend teased, a playful smirk on his face. 

Law hummed. 

“Mm, sorry if we kept you awake. You know how she can be.” Zoro continued. 

“No worries, Zoro-ya.” He said as he entered the kitchen, longing for a cup of coffee, “I’m sure soon I’ll get to see it myself.” 

Zoro turned his face to look at him, bewildered by the comment, but was only met with the kitchen door closing. 

Luffy 

Your captain has no clue what day he lives in, much less that Valentine’s is coming, but thankfully, he’s got Sanji for that. 

So, when the day comes, he’s shoved into your room with a box of chocolates, a bouquet of flowers and the threat that if he dares eat any of the chocolates, the cook will shove his foot so far up inside his ass it will come out of his mouth. 

Sanji still can’t believe you decided to give your heart and soul to that monkey (he swears he loves his captain) 

You spend the evening in your room. Hearing him rant about anything and anything, laugh at his own jokes and play a guessing game only he can understand. 

In many ways, Luffy is a simple man and that brings you comfort. There are no hidden intentions, no mixed feelings or miscommunications. His love is clear and honest. Luffy just is. 

Which is why the words that come out of his mouth do not surprise you. 

“If I finger you, can I finish the rest of the candy?” 

No need to ask. 

Luffy might be oblivious to most things, but he knows you. And he knows exactly how you like it. Two of his fingers explore your insides like a map, massaging your walls and pressing against the places that make your toes curl. His lips suck on your tits, tongue running on top of them, his saliva making your skin shine. 

“Luffy...” You whine, grabbing onto the pillow with one hand and palming his cock over his shorts with the other one. He’s rock hard but seems to be in no rush to fuck you, content with the taste of your skin on his tongue. 

He hums against your skin before pulling away, a thread of spit connecting your nipple to his lips. He looks around, looking for something on the bed, but his fingers don’t stop for a second, his middle and index moving in a “come hither” motion while his thumb toys with your clit, “there they are!” He’s quick to grab the box of chocolates and open it up with his free hand.  

Food and sex together aren’t a weird concept in your relationship, so you pay no mind to it. That is, until he’s biting on a jam-filled candy and letting some of its filling fall on one of your nipples. Your eyebrows furrow, and your mouth opens in a gasp when he sucks it off you. 

“You make them taste even better, sweets”, he says more to himself, but you can see that the sweet treat has done something to him. His eyes are now half lidded, his mouth dribbles even more, and his pace grows harder. 

“Luffy! Fuck just like that!” You push your tits closer to his mouth. 

He continues the action again and again until the entire box is empty and you’re blissed out from the pleasure. It’s then that he says, 

“Now, I’m craving something else.” He licks the remains of the sugar off his lips and pulls down his shorts; his cock slaps against his abdomen. 

“That candy was great, Sanji! Thanks!” The younger man says as he pats his cook on the back. 

“Sure,” Sanji answered, defeated. No anger or energy left as he knows it was his fault Luffy got laid last night... fucking lucky monkey. 

Zoro 

Marimo is dumb when it comes to a lot of things. Directions, for example. But when it comes to you, one or two gears work in his brain. 

“You don’t have to remind me, twirly brows.” He says as he does crunches. 

“We don’t?” For once, Sanji is pleasantly surprised by the mosshead. 

“I’ve already got covered.” 

Nami doesn’t buy it. She narrows her eyes as she asks, “What did you get her?” 

“There was this fine liquor store at the last isla...” A punch landed on his head before he could finish. 

“I fucking knew it!” 

He isn’t that stupid... It’s just that alcohol clouds his thinking. 

Sanji and Nami have to punch him and get him back to his right senses, but in the end, it all works out. 

Rice balls, your favourite dessert, and, of course, sake. All while looking at the stars from the crow’s nest. You lean on his chest while he hugs you from behind. No words are needed; his touch and love are all you need. 

It isn’t until you feel his lips travelling down your neck, sucking on the skin, that you remember that drunk Zoro tends to be more handsy than sober Zoro. 

Your face is squished against the cold wood, your hands barely able to keep you in place, but that’s the last thing on your mind. His thrusts are brutal, unforgiving. Your juices spill down your cunt and his cock and land on the floor. Screams and cries of pleasure fall from the window, alerting the crew and any other ships near you. And Zoro couldn’t feel any prouder. 

“You like it rough, don’t you, woman.” He says as he takes a sip from the sake bottle. 

“Mmhm,” you nod, “yes, Zoro, please fuck me harder”, you whine. 

He laughs, but gives it to you, “You are such a whore for my cock.”  

His balls slap against your clitoris, your boobs bounce at his rhythm, and your hips bruise from his hard grip. His cock stretches and moulds your insides with every stroke; you have never been able to get used to his size, and you are sure you never will. Tan, long, thick, with multiple veins running across it, and a bulbous tip. You have explored it with every inch of your mouth and cunt; you are completely in love with his cock, and Zoro knows it. 

His hands spread your cheeks, watching the way his dick goes in and out of your sweet cunt, a white, milky ring around every time it comes out. 

“Tightest fucking cunt,” he moans. His dirty mouth is always what drives you crazy, he’s got no shame and no regard, speaking freely of how he feels or likes about fucking you, “you gonna make me cum, baby? Want me to fill you up?” 

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes, Zoro. Please cum inside me.” 

“Don’t worry, girl. I’m gonna fuck you full.” 

His pace quickens, his hips moving with purpose. At this point, you can barely gasp his name; your head filled with only air and him. Your fingers press on your clit, your legs quiver and clench, desperate for release. 

“Come on, woman. Cum on my cock.” 

Your legs give out, but his hands are there to support you. He pulls you and presses you against his chest, continuing to move his hips as you chase your high. Your clit is beyond sensitive and exhausted, but the look he gives you is enough to fire you back up. 

“I’m not done with you.” 

The next day, while you can barely walk, he’s training his heart out. 

You sit next to Robin and Usopp, your head lying on the table as you groan from your tensed muscles. 

“Rough night?” Robin teases. 

“More like he gave it to her, rough,” Usopp adds. 

You feel like dying from embarrassment and tiredness. 

Robin just laughs behind her hand. 

Sanji 

The absolute master when it comes to romantic holidays 

He’s been preparing himself for this date for months (mentally for years, but no one must know that) 

Buying the finest ingredients at every island the crew stops, spending his entire share of money in things he knows you’d love and that remind him of you. 

In a calendar, he crosses out each day, getting closer and closer to the fateful date (Zoro makes fun of him every morning, and that’s the first fight of the day for both) 

Makes a list of everything he plans on cooking, decorating and doing for you and the crew (well..., more like you and the girls) 

The night before, make sure to secure the fridge with what appears to be a thousand locks and traps. Luffy still tries, but the sea stone chains seem to do the trick (thank gods) 

When the morning finally arrives, you find the cutest outfit hanging on the door, courtesy of your boyfriend’s money and Nami’s fashion input. 

And Sanji between your legs.  

He couldn’t help himself; he just had to have dessert first. 

“Sanji!” Your nerves and senses are just waking up, but you can feel every single stroke from his mouth. He alternates from sucking on your clit, humming around the little bud, and swiping his tongue up and down your entrance, licking and thrusting himself inside you. 

“Good morning, my love.” He pulls away for just a second, giving you a bright smile. His lower face is covered in your slick; the view makes you clench. “Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.” 

You open your mouth to answer, but only a moan escapes it. Sanji’s fingers were unforgiving in their pace, looking for that tender place inside of you. 

“You look absolutely beautiful, mon amour.” He mumbles against your core before diving back in. 

Sanji is no messy eater. He’s careful, precise and romantic; he knows your body better than he knows his own. You are a delicacy and deserve to be eaten as such. 

You grip and pull on the sheets, your legs tremble and close around his head, and your teeth break the skin of your lips, trying to conceal your moans so as not to wake up the rest of the crew. 

“Please, please, please, Sanji...” you beg, but he’s giving you everything and more. 

“Come on, my love. Give it to me, cum on my mouth.” He says against your lips, his tongue coming out to give a long lick on the underside of your clitoris. 

One of your hands comes up and pulls on your nipples while the other pulls on his hair, your head is thrown back, and you lift your hips off the bed. The chef is immensely enamoured with the view, his hips thrusting and humping against your bedding, trying to relieve some of the tension. 

“Cum, baby, please, cum for me.” 

And you do. The knot finally snaps, and your juices fly out of you, his face and the bed getting covered in them. His hand quickly moves to your clit, rapidly flicking it to prolong your pleasure. 

“Yes, yes, just like that, baby. Thank you, my sweet.” 

After that wonderful wake-up, he brings you breakfast in bed and continues doting on you. 

(By the way, Luffy is quite annoyed at the fact that only you get to have breakfast in bed.) 

Ace 

He’s somewhat prepared. 

He asked Thatch to teach him how to make a cake, but he figured if the cake took forty-five minutes at 175 °C to bake, then he could just triple the temperature, and that would lessen the time. With his Devil Fruit, that would be easy enough, right? 

Well, a burnt kitchen, a punch to the head and a visit to Marco made it clear that no, that wasn’t the way. 

One burnt cake and a lot of begging later, Ace found himself with a perfectly good cake. One, he had to fight the urge not to shove it down his throat. 

Izou was also nice enough to help him choose a lipstick for you. Ace was quite hesitant to ask him for help (since you still harbour a crush on the older commander), but the wanojin was a gentleman about it. Or at least, he tried. 

“I think this one will look nice on her, Ace,” Izou said, handing him the small tub. 

“Thanks, man.” He put on his backpack. 

“Sure. I’m sure she will look just as gorgeous as that night...” The samurai teased. 

“Okay, okay, man. Fuck off.” 

That night you had eaten cake, drank sake, laughed, danced and kissed by the light of the moon and the ease of the sea. The world seemed to disappear when it's just the two of you. 

You were elated and so, so grateful for your boyfriend, and you needed to thank him, repay him for such a date. 

A lightbulb went off. 

“Oh gods, baby girl.” Ace moaned, leaning back against the ship’s mast. 

You moved your head back and forth, lips wrapped around his thick cock, tongue tracing the underside. Your eyes firm on his, tearful from when you’d gag. 

His tongue traced his lips, then his teeth bit them, moans, cries and promises came out of them. He’d give you world, sun, moon and stars, whatever you want, just please, please suck him deeper. 

“Fuck, I fucking love your mouth, baby.” He let out a pleased laugh. 

Relaxing your throat, you took him deeper. Your jaw protesting, your breathing heavy and laboured, cheeks covered in tears, and you fighting back on your gag reflex, but you loved every second of the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. 

You moaned around him, sending shivers down his spine. Then, you pulled away, gasping for air, your hand quick to replace your mouth. Saliva dripped down his shaft, your lips and hands, but you didn’t care. Your hand tightened around his length, jerking him just like he likes it. Your lips wrapped around the head, sucking and licking it, next your tongue travels up and down the rest of his dick. 

“You are so fucking good, so fucking good.” He groans. His fingers thread through your hair, pulling you closer to him. His hips move involuntarily, thrusting inside your mouth. His skin feels warmer than usual, and you know he’s losing control of his powers. 

You pull him out and spit on it, your hand focusing on the tip, “cum in my mouth, Ace.” 

He looks down at you and moans loudly. He absolutely loves cumming inside your mouth; it’s his second favourite thing. 

You show him your tongue, slapping his cock against, “please, please daddy, cum in my mouth.” Your eyes beg for it. 

His breathing grows heavier, his abs contract, his neck and face are pink-tinted and sweat runs down his freckles. One of his hands runs over his hair, pulling on it while the other caresses the back of yours. His hips move desperately; he can feel it, it’s coming. 

“I’m gonna, I’m gonna cum, baby girl.” He moans. 

You suck harder, faster. You need it. 

He fucks your mouth with such fervour you know there will be a bruise at the back of it, but you don’t care. 

“Fuck!” Spurts of his thick seed fill your mouth; his grip tightens on your hair, and hearts cover your eyes. Ace cumming is the most beautiful view in the world. Drowsy eyes, plumped, bitten lips, blushed, freckled cheeks and chest and the sweetest, hottest smile in the world. 

Ace went about his day as any other, happy and blissful from last night's events, oblivious to someone’s eyes. 

“’s a good, it was me who was on night watch and not Pops, right Acey?” 

The freckled went stiff, turning to the man watching him on the side. Izou. Izou with the biggest smile on his face. 

Law 

Sucks at romance and anything love-related but know he’s trying. He’s just stupid. 

Sachi and Penguin desperately try to help, but he quickly realises that even if those two get laid, it does not mean they know jack shit about love. 

(Dear gods, what would Cora-san do?) 

(Trip downstairs and light himself on fire probably, but with a bouquet of roses in hand nonetheless) 

So, Ikakku and Bepo are his best bets on that ship. 

Law may be a great captain, surgeon and pirate, and he happens to be hot, but my gods is he dumb. 

“Captain, you’ve been dating her for months; you cannot be this clueless.” Ikkaku groans. 

Law pouts and crosses his arms over his chest, looking away. Just like a small child, “I fail to see what’s wrong with my idea.” 

“Looking around for and classifying coins is not a date, Captain,” Bepo says, trying not to cry from the absurdity of the plan. 

“To me it is.” The surgeon grumbles. 

He and the polar bear plan and coordinate to stop at an island so you can have a date. Everything's been carefully examined and detailed to Law’s standards, but when does life ever go his way? 

That morning, he finds out the fucking Marine has completely taken over the island and its perimeters, so you had to change course immediately. The nearest island is two days away. Well, fuck. 

He’s pulling his hair out from the stress, barking orders around and hysterically looking for an idea. 

“Law?” You poke your head inside his office. His eyes are scanning every romance novel on the ship, but he finds nothing; all of them end in suicide. He just might... 

“Law.” You try again, this time stepping in. A tray in your hands. Two cups of tea, a candle, some matches, and two cups of instant noodles. 

His heart instantly churns at the sight. Of course, you had been the only one to pull something together. He can’t help but think you deserve better. 

“Love...” He’s out of words, the anxiety and exhaustion of the date finally catching up to him. 

“Bepo told me. Do not stress about it, babe. Happy Valentine’s Day.” You leaned down, kissing his cheek. 

Law groans, that wide mouth bear. 

The rest of the evening is spent with you sitting on his legs, sipping tea, recounting old tales and discussing various themes, and you love every second of it. 

Law is bad with feelings or words, but he knows there are other ways. 

“Law!” Your nails scratch his back, leaving angry red marks over the Jolly Roger tattooed on his skin. 

But he can’t seem to care less; his hips continue their assault on your cunt. His lips whisper sins against your ear, his hands grip on your hips, pull you closer and prevent you from slipping away from the pleasure only he can give you, “feel good, sweetheart? Do you like the way my cock’s so deep inside you?” 

You are long gone. Two orgasms with his fingers, one with his tongue, and now chasing another with his member, knocking on your cervix. Your mouth only knows his name, and your eyes gloss from the sight of him. His eyes dazed, passion and lust fill them, his eyebrows furrow and his lips open and close with every thrust. Moans and groans end up in your neck, along with some hickies. 

Law usually doesn’t allow himself to lose control like this, but he figures today is a special date. Sex tonight is loud, messy, and raw. He hasn’t felt this alive in years. 

His pace quickens, his rhythm grows desperate with every second, and the idea of you cum around his cock is the only thing on his mind. 

“Harder, faster, more, more, more, Law!” You don’t know what else you are asking for, but you can feel yourself hanging over the edge, just a bit more. 

And it's like he knows, his fingers press on your clit, drawing circles on top of it, that’s enough. You cum around his cock with a gasp and trembling, but he doesn’t relent. Your nerves cry in overstimulation, but Law is not done, not until he feels you again. 

“You are going to give me another one.” He declares. His hips don’t stop, and neither do his fingers and mouth. 

“’s too much...” you whine, throwing your head back and pushing against his chest. But he doesn’t allow you to run away. 

“One more, give me one more. Milk my cock, love.” His words are getting crasser, nastier, and that’s how you know Law’s head is filled with pleasure just as much as yours. 

“Law!” You cry out. 

“One more, one more...” He continues saying. Even if his cum drips down your cunt and legs, even if it can’t fit anymore inside of you. 

The next morning is payback for keeping the crew awake the entire night. 

“My gods, if you two are going to be that loud and nasty, at least have the decency to invite me, even if it's to watch,” Shachi says, while drinking his coffee, a smile on his face and dark bags under his eyes. 

“Shachi!” Law scolds him. 

Sabo 

You firmly believe there’s nothing hotter than a revolutionary. 

Sabo is that in the complete sense of the word. Dauntless, radical, rebel, mighty, strategic. His sense of justice took your breath away the second he opened his heart and mouth. 

And while your boyfriend is all that, he’s also a clueless idiot whose head is filled with food, his brothers, Dragon..., and, of course, you. 

It’s up to Koala and Ivankov to help him not disappoint his girlfriend on such a day. 

“You may be chief of staff, but you are also so unbelievably stupid it almost hurts, Sabo-kun,” Ivankov says as they arrange a beautiful bouquet of flowers. 

Koala nods as she watches him write a letter for you (that actually was his idea, but she left a big bump on his forehead just so he didn’t forget to do it.) “I know, I know.” He laughs but is secretly scared of receiving another “reminder” from his best friend. 

Dinner, flowers, gifts, the letter and a walk along Ivankov’s island’s beach. Quite the date if you were to ask Sabo, yet he couldn’t help but feel like something was once missing. 

Ah, right. 

Your thighs are burning from the motion, your knees crying from the sand that’s digging itself onto your skin, but you don’t dare stop. For his pleasure, and, selfishly, mostly for yours. His cock is hitting right on the spot, your entire body shivering in delight and encouraging you to go harder. Your hair disheveled, clothes wrinkled and stained, panties pushed to the side, tits popping out of your dress, and his pants pulled down just below his waist. 

Sabo is lying on the sand, arms behind his head and a bright smile on his face, biting his lips sometimes, moaning freely. The view is simply immaculate. You, jumping on top of him, choking his cock as your life depended on it, your tits bounce deliciously, and the ethereal look on your face is the most gorgeous you’ve ever looked. Using him for your own pleasure, he won’t complain about it. 

“Come on, baby. Give it to me harder, I know you want to.” His words rile you up, making you clench harder around him. 

“Oh gods, Sabo!” You close your eyes and scream, as nobody can hear you. And if anyone does, your boyfriend doesn’t care. 

He lifts one of his hands, “Slap!”, a hard smack against your bottom. 

You cry out, loving the pain, craving more of it, “Yes, please, please, more” 

He lands an even harder slap, “You like that, baby? You like being treated like a slut?” 

Your muscles are begging you to stop, but you can’t, you won’t, “Yes, Sabo!” 

“Who do you belong to?” Smack! 

“You!” 

Smack! “Who?” 

“Sabo!” Tears spill down your face, euphoria crawling all over your body. 

“Louder!” Smack! 

“Sabo!” It was simply too much. Your climax exploded between the two of you, head spinning, vision blurred, your legs shaking, and finally giving out, making you fall on top of him. You pressed yourself closer to his neck and cried out when his hips continued where you left off. 

“The island is big, Sabo; you guys didn’t have to fuck twenty feet away from the base,” Dragon said, pressing his hand against his eyelids, exasperated. 

Luffy is the man you would follow to the depths of hell; you can fully agree on that. He will be the king of the pirates. Yet, at the same time, sometimes you wish you had thought twice before jumping into a ship with the other nine maniacs who were willing to embark on every and any decision he deemed as an “adventure”. Normally, you would have Nami on your side, punching him in the head and reprimanding him for jumping at any danger just because it sounds “fun” and dragging you along with him, but this time, said risk involves money. And money is something your navigator doesn’t mess about with.

Be Per Minu Island is basically one giant nightclub. Any hour, any day, any time there’s music, alcohol and all kinds of things the Marines would never approve of. For some reason, the island holds a great treasure right in its core. The legend says that it's what keeps the party alive; others say it’s probably just a ridiculous amount of drugs, but the Cat Burglar won’t let any of you leave the place before checking it out.

Now, in the middle of one of the most peculiar islands you’ve ever come across, you make your way across the drunk crowd, cringing and huffing at the number of bodies you rub against, all the sweat, saliva, god knows what other fluid ends up on you and your clothes. With one hand, you push anyone and anything on your way, with the other, you hold Zoro, who earlier threw a tantrum about how he didn’t need a babysitter, but got lost within the first five minutes, so here you were.

Your mission was the same as Nami’s and Robin’s: gather all the intel you can about the place, the treasure and any other valuable things there might be there (and if there’s time, who in their right mind would willingly live here?) Zoro’s is to protect you from any danger and eliminate any trouble. Everything seems easy enough, but for the part where you have to act as a couple. No one must suspect what you are here to do, but the moss head sucks at playing spy.

“Can you stop glaring at people? Also, dance, move and stop acting like a fucking statue. Someone’s gonna suspect us.” You hiss at him while moving at the rhythm of the music, your arms thrown around his neck.

He scans the room and notices guards and security on the platforms and the floor above. The annoyed look on his face stays there, “too many people.”

“You have a drink in your hand; how can you not be happy?”

“I can’t even drink in peace without some idiot bumping into me.” He says, trying to take a sip of whatever is in the huge beer jar, “This tastes so fucking weird.”

You continue dancing, trying to seem casual and tipsy. You press your body against his occasionally, but are also pushed by the people around you.

Zoro keeps his unoccupied hand around your waist but doesn’t look at you; he knows he might blush if he does, and even if you wouldn’t be able to see it, he would rather not risk it.

Your eyes look around, mapping out the room, but between the lights, the people and the decorations, it’s quite hard. Also, your path always seems to end on his body. The Marimo trains hard every day and night to protect his captain and crew, and the proof is in how huge he is. His chest, his arms, his ass, you have them perfectly memorised, you might be worse than Sanji, but no one has to know that. Except for the fact that Nami and Usopp are fully aware of your crush on the green-haired. Hence, why you were specifically paired with him for this adventure.

“Give me a sip.” You grab his cup, gulping down some of its contents. He protests, but doesn’t stop you. You look at it as if it personally insulted you. It does have a weird taste: fruity, spicy, sharp and pungent; it makes your tongue tingle. “What the fuck is that?” You give it back.

He shrugs before downing the rest. As he drinks, you two make eye contact, and the heat rises in you. A trail of alcohol makes its way down his mouth to his neck, and the only thing you can think of is how much you would love to clean it with your tongue. He licks his lips clean as he finishes, it’s like he’s trying to torture you.

“Follow me.” You pull him into another room, needing a minute to get your mind out of the gutter.

Every room seems to have a theme, so long you’ve come across a zoo room, a medieval castle, a disco, and a circus, but this one seems weird compared to the others. Weird in the sense that it’s just dimmed neon lights, you can barely see what’s ahead of you, and the music is just as loud, but also slower, jazzier and melodic, smoke comes out of machines on the walls, and the whole place smells heavy, musky. You hesitate for a second, but figure it must be just another thing you don’t understand about this island.

“Can’t see shit ,” you hear the swordsman groan from behind you.

“I know.”

Bodies blur together, the heat is almost suffocating, and a strange tingle invades your body, but you choose to ignore it, too focused on the task in mind. Sweat drips down your neck and runs down in between your breasts, the same thing happens from your abdomen down your core and legs.

Zoro is glad he’s wearing as little as possible; still, the black tight tank top is bothering him; his arms and chest are just as wet as yours. His breathing grows heavier, and he needs to lick his lips every couple of seconds. When did he get so thirsty? Why is alcohol not quenching his urge?

As you try to find your way out, you bump into someone huge who doesn’t even budge at the impact. You are sent back, crashing against your crewmate’s chest. Firm, strong, defined. Fuck, it’s not the time for that.

He grabs your waist with one hand, steadying you, “You okay?” he mumbles in your ear, his hot breath caressing your neck.

You nod, not trusting your voice.

Only then do you notice how weird you feel. Your tongue feels heavy inside your mouth, your lips and throat feel as dry as Yuba. Your skin tingles and itches, and your temperature is rising by the second; every nerve on your body is on fire, and even the slightest touch pushes you to the edge.

“Zoro,” it comes out whinier, weaker than you expected, “something’s wrong.” The words climbing up burn.

And it seems like your vice-captain is in the same situation: “We have to get out of here.”

But... how? Your vision is distorted, barely able to distinguish anything other than him. The back of your mind screams for his touch, for his presence, for his essence inside you. You shake your head, trying to get rid of the thought. Zoro looks around, narrowing his eyes, trying to focus on anything, but it’s useless. He only sees you. You and your soaked top, your nipples peeking through the fabric; how sinfully tight your shorts are and how good your legs look; finally ending up on your face: flushed, drunk, dazed, blushing lips and glistening running down your neck.

He looks just as delicious. His gaze is no longer glaring, but it's even more intense, dilated pupils that scream desire; his tongue and teeth won’t let go of his lower lip; the muscles and veins in his arms and hands keep flexing, stopping themselves from shoving you against him.

“Zo...”, there’s no hiding now, no other words needed, you want each other. You feel like you might die if you don't give in to your impulses in the next second.

His discipline and self-control are usually greater and firmer than yours, but not right now, now the only thing that will put out the fire inside of him is to fuck you. And so he will.

In the blink of an eye, he's got you pressed against the nearest wall. His mouth eats at yours as if life depended on it; it's messy, vulgar and desperate, exactly what you need. His tongue dances with yours at first, then it becomes a battle that you promptly lose, but you are happy to. His appendage tours every part of you, then his lips suck on yours, a moan escapes his throat, and the sound sends sparks down your spine. Then, his face is on your neck, his hips grinding against yours, his hard-on pushing itself against your wet core. You whine desperately; he groans in satisfaction. You throw your head back, giving him more access to your neck, where he leaves his mark. He’s rough, careless of breaking the skin or how many bruises he leaves behind, but that’s the last thing on your mind. Your hands run up and down his back, feeling every inch of muscle and skin. Your nails dig into his shoulders as he brushes against your clit with every thrust.

“Zoro...” You moan his name, asking for more, it's the only thing you know how to do anymore. You are so unbelievably wet that you can feel your panties sticking to you.

“Fuck. I need you.” He responds. One of his arms carries you and presses you even closer to the wall, his other urgently takes your clothes off. Your shorts and panties hang off one of your feet; his pants are pushed down. His cock springs up, hitting against your lower lips, making you cry out.

His hand goes down your body, wanting, needing to feel just how wet you are. “Holy shit,” He says as his thumb presses on your bundle of nerves, while two of his fingers make their way into your entrance, “you are so fucking tight.”

You grow more desperate every second, “Zoro, please, please, just fuck me.”

And he wants to, there’s nothing he wants more, but in a brief moment of clarity, “let me just open you up a bit, woman.”

“I’m ready, please, put it inside, please, please.” Your nails dig harder into his skin; you wiggle your hips, trying to push him inside.

Lust fogs his judgement, he hesitates no more, pressing the head of his cock and shoving himself in one thrust. Your first orgasm of the night, your walls wrap around him like a vice, not willing to let go. You swear you can feel him in your throat. Eyebrows furrowed, mouth in ‘o’, you look down to the place where you are connected, and even though you can barely see anything, it makes you clench harder around him.

Zoro mimics your actions, thrusting up at the sight beneath him, at the feeling; his lower lip trapped in between his teeth. Your juices now cover your thighs and his belly, but little does he care. The fever is now beyond all bearing; with one hand, he manages to take off his top, and you couldn't be more grateful. There it is, in all its greatness and fullness. Sadly, you don't get to rejoice much in the view; his thrusting retakes their intensity, forcing you to shut your eyes in pleasure.

His rhythm is violent, impaling you on his cock, shaping your insides to fit him and only him, bullying and shoving himself against your cervix, his pelvis crashing and rubbing on your clit and his balls slapping against your ass.

Your nails leave crescent moons on his chest, arms and shoulders; you scream his name again and again as an anthem, obscenities escape you, but it only pushes him to fuck you harder.

“So fuckin’ wet,” he grumbles. Saliva on the corner of his mouth, craving for you to be even closer, his teeth close around the delicate skin of your neck.

Your hands push his mouth closer, “Yes, Zoro!”

“’m gonna fill you up so much, you’ll be dripping me for days. Gonna cum so deep and so much you won't be able to forget my taste.” Never had you ever heard him spout such filthy words, but you absolutely love it. The pheromones in his system cloud his brain, making him honest and fully open about his desires: “You are mine, and I’ll make sure no other man can ever satisfy you, only me.”

You babble, your tongue feels huge inside your mouth, “cum inside me, Zo, please, please,” eyes crossed, you don't even know what you are asking for, you just know you need it.

“Open,” his eyes locked on your mouth, you obey, he spits on your tongue, “swallow.”

And you do as he says. It tastes like the drink you just had and him. The only thing that you feel is him, all over you, the way he breathes, moans and groans, how his muscles contract with every thrust and how he shudders with how close he is to the edge. Your eyes can hardly see the rest of the crowd; no one is sober enough to care about what the two of you are doing, and you are also quite sure you aren't the only ones doing it. People move at the rhythm of a woman's voice who sings about a spell on the night. When you recover full consciousness, you probably will feel shame and embarrassment about your actions, but currently, the only thing that matters is how Zoro's pre cum runs down your core and onto your legs.

“Gonna lose my fucking mind if you keep gripping me like that, woman.” He moans, his climax is approaching, and so is yours.

The knot inside of your belly gets warmer and tighter, your electricity runs up and down your nerves, and a boiling sensation starts to form inside your cunt, “I'm close, I’m gonna cum, gonna cum, oh god, Zoro!” You chant.

“Cum. Come on, cum on my cock. Milk me dry.” His voice is strained; he can't hold it much longer.

It splatters everywhere, the floor, the walls and your bodies. His cum paints your insides, filling up your womb and coming out in gushes. A guttural groan comes out of him, “Shit, your pussy is so fucking good, fuck.” A milky, thick white ring around his cock and your entrance. You hold gravely onto each other, your mouths kissing fiercely, trying to appease the heat. It’s not enough, not yet.

So, the night continues, and so do you.

Four of your crewmates run around the club trying to find you, the last ones missing. The music is too loud, and the place is too crowded. Usopp is worried that Zoro might have gotten lost and you captured. Robin uses her Devil Fruit to search more rooms. Brook’s height allows him to see over more people, and Sanji screams your name and pushes men around trying to find you.

It's only then that Robin's eyes come across quite the scene, “Oh my.” She covers her mouth with the back of her hand, her cheeks blushing slightly.

“Did you find them?” Sanji asks urgently.

She smiles, but before she can say anything.

“Holy shit!” Usopp lets out, eyes wide with surprise and horror, making the others turn to look.

“Yo ho ho!” Brook exclaims, “She's not wearing any panties!”

“What the fuck is going on, Marimo?!” Sanji screams, but Zoro can't hear him, too deep inside you.

Dressrosa is now free. Doflamingo was defeated. And a huge weight has been lifted off Law's shoulders and heart. For once, he allowed himself to feel some peace knowing he had fulfilled Rosinante's dream. The future ahead was uncertain and scary, but just for tonight, he would focus only on what was waiting for him at Zou. 

He would never show it, but he's excited. He misses his crew; the Straw Hats aren't so bad, but my gods do they tire him out, Luffy in specific, to be quite honest, and, more than anything, he misses his heart. 

As he makes his way through the thick flora of the forest, he begins thinking about how long it has been since the last time he saw Khai. Departure before Punk Hazard hadn't been easy, as he couldn't even promise he'd be able to make it back. Law had a duty, and no matter how heavy his chest felt, he ought to live up to his promise. Even if that meant losing his life in the process. Though he would rather die than admit it, he thanked Luffy for the help and for giving him the chance to see his crew and love again. 

He knew he was coming closer to their hideout. Bepo has never been quite the silent type. Laughter, screaming, and cursing filled his ears, the ghost of a smile appeared on his lips, and a specific voice sent his pulse racing. 

"Captain!" It was like the mink had sensed him, immediately running into his arms, attaching himself, and not letting go. The rest soon followed. 

All of them asked questions, made comments and craved to know absolutely everything Law had gone through the last few months. But behind all the noise and fuss, the surgeon spotted his partner, standing tall and proud, arms crossed and with a big smile on his face. On that second, Law knew he was back home. 

He regretted his latest statement about the Straw Hat Captain. The Thank yous and gratitude had gone out the window, and now he felt like murdering him. Luffy was jumping up and down the entire place, laughing, eating and drinking to his heart's content, and what's worse is he had dragged Law into the mess, latching onto him and not letting go. Khai could only watch from afar, amused by the sight of his boyfriend and his new obligatory friend. He knew behind the scowl and the exasperation; his captain was happy, and that gave him great joy. 

The second he was able, Law ran away and hid from the overwhelming, and, frankly, ridiculous scene. Seeking refuge in his solitude, but most importantly, on his boyfriend's chest. 

"Not enjoying yourself, Doc? " Khai said, teasing him while sipping on his drink. 

"How come he always gets me involved in his nonsense?" The ex-warlord says while glaring back at the scene. 

“I am sure he doesn’t mean to bother you. Luffy simply wants to have fun.” 

“I disagree. I think what he takes pleasure in is annoying me.” He buffed, pouting like a small child. 

Khai simply smiled and finished his drink. As fun as all this was, he needed some time to himself and Law, away from Luffy, the crew, the stress of the future, and the rest of the world. So, discreetly, he took his captain's hand and walked them further away into the forest. 

They aren't a secret and aren't trying to hide the fact that they are together, but the Iron Dancer knows how shy the doctor can be. Law isn't one for public displays of affection; he didn’t want to appear vulnerable or open in front of anyone, but his boyfriend, Khai, knows and respects that. 

Resting his back against a tree, facing away from the celebration and blocking out the noises and excitement, he hugs Law by the waist, pulling him closer to his chest. His warmth and smell are things that become part of his everyday, and now that he’s got them back, it’s like he’s been living in starvation. 

"I yearned for you." He whispered against his ear, leaving feathery kisses over his tanned skin and pulling on the golden earrings on the doctor’s earlobes. 

"Missed you too, Khai-ya." He mumbled back. Pink dusted cheeks and hiding himself in his lover's chest. No matter how much time they've been together, Law still couldn't get used to being so forward with his feelings. 

A few moments were spent in silence, just enjoying each other's company. The north-blue man isn’t one of many words, but that doesn’t mean he won’t show his love and appreciation in other ways. His hands stroke the naked skin of his lover’s torso and back, tracing the different scars and textures that cover it, remembering their adventures together and the ones the Valora fighter had shared with him. Being away from him had been harder than he expected, and now that they were back together, he didn’t want to let go. 

Khai took his face in his scarred hand. With his thumb, he traced the doctor's facial hair, his cheeks, nose, and finally ended up on his lips. He caressed them softly, wanting him to feel his love and longing through his touch. He felt the dry patches, the bite marks, and the plushness between. He knew those lips like the back of his hand, and his mind couldn’t help but recall their times together. The need he’d been concealing for the last few months was now making itself present; he pushed his finger inside his captain’s mouth. 

Law's eyes opened wide for a second before he decided to throw caution to the wind and welcome the action. His tongue wraps around and sucks him, heat forming on his stomach and beginning to spread to his entire body. 

"I longed for you, Law." The taller man repeated, but this time, the romance and yearning had brewed into lust and need, his voice dripping with thirst and fervour. 

And his boyfriend felt the exact same way. 

No words were needed in the next moments, their touch said everything. Their hands became braver and their mouths more honest. Khai’s lips continued torturing the surgeon’s neck, leaving his mark on his skin, claiming him as his. Law could barely contain the sounds that kept threatening to come out of his throat; he groped whatever his hands could reach, scratching the tattoos and scars, pushing them closer to each other. 

“Khai-ya...” He whined against his mouth. 

“Law...” He whispered back. 

He could feel the north blue man getting impatient, but old habits die hard, and it’s been a while since he teased him. 

“Please,” He begged softly, but that wasn’t good enough. 

“I do not know what you are asking me. Please explain yourself.” He nuzzled his face into Law’s hat, wanting to appear oblivious. 

Another moan escaped his mouth, but he didn’t dare say anything else and just pressed his crotch against Khai’s, eager for any kind of friction he could get. He continued his handsy journey, not listening to the fighter. 

“Law...” He warned in a sterner manner. 

“Why don’t you tell me what you want, huh? You are just as horny, aren’t you?” 

“While I would not be opposed to the idea, I do not believe you would be comfortable with me taking you right here, so close to the crew, so close to the Straw Hats. Or am I mistaken?” He teased. 

Law’s ears went bright red, and his eyes opened wide. In a second, the scenery changed, 

Escaping from the scene wasn’t that hard of a task considering: 1. Luffy 2. Law’s Room, but mostly the first one. Khai had no clue as to where they were, just that the room was quite spacious and looked comfy and private enough for the captain. 

With no further thought, Khai grabbed the doctor by the waist and pushed him closer. Law was taken aback but not bothered by the gesture. 

“Eager, are we?” He said, looking away, trying to appear nonchalant, but the blush on his cheeks gave him away. 

“Do not try to pretend as if you are not”, the fighter’s hand travelled down, stroking his boyfriend’s hard and quite evident bulge. 

“Tsk, shut up.” Law hid his face but welcomed the gesture. 

The taller man claimed his mouth, shoving his tongue inside with no regard. 

Moans, cries and groans filled the room. The clothes were now superfluous, an annoyance that both were quick to discard. Law’s shirt and animal-print jeans ended up on opposite sides of the room, along Khai’s boiler suit. 

The usual calm, cold and collected captain now seemed eager and desperate, and he was. The one thing that he craved most in the world as of this moment was his boyfriend inside his mouth, and that would be the next step of his plan. Cause he always has a plan. And this one he had been thinking about since he first got to Punk Hazard. 

He dropped to his knees and, along with him, Khai’s underwear. His cock popped out, almost hitting him in the face. Tall, dark, hard and horny red, just like him. His mouth watered. With further ado, he took the tip on his mouth, sucking him and running his tongue against it and then pushing what he could take of the member until it hit the back of his throat, making him gag around it. 

“Law”, he gasped, not expecting the doctor to be so forward. He was overstimulated, and they had just started. Between the feeling of the captain’s mouth around him, the vibrations of his moans, his tongue caressing and tracing every single vein and the way his hand stroked what he couldn’t shove inside, it was like being in heaven. He could see every letter of the word “DEATH” surrounding his cock, and he swore he could just from the sight of that. 

“There is no one more irresistible than you, doc.” Amazing how he managed to spew sickeningly sweet compliments while on the verge of filling his boyfriend’s mouth with his cum. 

The man’s eyes watered even more, but he’d blame it on the cock inside his throat if anyone were to ask. He continued his job, pushing the member in and out, sucking on it, hollowing his cheeks and running his tongue against the shaft, only to push it out and give the same treatment to the head. 

“Law.” He sighed, wallowing in the sensations. Even if his eyes threatened to close from the pleasure, he didn’t allow it; he needed to witness every second. 

The shorter man took him out of his mouth and ran his tongue from the bottom to the tip, looking him directly in the eyes, just for a second. Teasing him, daring him. Khai knew what that look meant. The longing, the desire, the need. Law was just as impatient as he, and they both knew they wouldn’t last long... at least not in the first round. 

And with that, the Valora fighter pushed himself away. Done with the games and beating around the bush. He needed to fuck him. And Law felt the same way. 

Getting rid of the last bits of clothing that covered the surgeon, and with an almost too quick and rushed preparation, he pushed him to the bed and climbed on top of him. 

“You look absolutely divine, sweetheart.” Khai moaned, enamoured with the sight upon him. Law on his knees, skin glistening, hair dishevelled, hat long forgotten, hooded wanting eyes and bitten red lips, his cheeks bright pink along with his neck and tattooed chest, breathing heavily, his cock hard and pointing up, the tip of it rouged. 

He knew this view all too well, but it never failed to take away his breath. He loved Law in any position and way he would have him, but he knew this one was the one Law was most comfortable with, since he could be in control of everything. And there is nothing the Iron Dancer loves more than seeing his partner completely secure and enjoying himself. 

Tired of waiting, the Surgeon of Death grabbed his boyfriend’s cock, and with great precision and care, even though he was almost trembling from want, positioned his cock against his entrance. Law knew he had to take it easy; Khai is no small man, and even if he had done this more times than he can count, it was no easy task. The warmth pushed against his skin, making his nerves come alive. Slowly, he began taking him, inch by inch, feeling every ridge and vein of his boyfriend’s cock. 

“Fuck!” He almost screamed, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. It had been a while since the last time he’d had him, and the proof was in the small amount of pain he was feeling, but that didn’t stop him. The pleasure was far greater than any discomfort. 

Khai caressed his legs and hips, whispering praises and comforting phrases while trying not to lose the last threads of sanity he had left. Fuck, it has really been quite some time. “You are taking me so well.” He moaned. 

“I forgot how fucking big you are.” He groaned but didn’t stop. 

It took a few moments, but he managed. He could feel his partner’s pelvis and thighs on his bottom. He was completely full, lightheaded, and like he was already on the verge of cumming, and he couldn’t be happier. 

The bigger man wasn’t doing any better, fighting the urge to roll them over and fucking his brains out until both passed out. He didn’t know where to look, Law’s fucked out expression, the tattoos that cover his chest, the place where they became one, or... gods, or the bulge that was quite prominent under his belly. 

He pressed against it, making Law whine and pathetically wail, “You are simply sublime, sweetheart.” 

With tears in his eyes and a dry mouth, he began satiating the thirst he had been enduring for the last few weeks. His rhythm at first was uneven and wavering, but after a couple of thrusts and some reassurance from the man under him, his muscle memory finally kicked in. His knees and hips went up and down, taking everything Khai would give him and enjoying it. The tip of his cock pressing and touching every right place, pushing on his prostate, making him see stars. 

Their moans synced, the hesitance and nervousness left behind, and now the sounds that left their mouths were free, filled with lust, passion, love and longing. Khai’s hands wouldn’t stay put, going from Law’s legs, hips, hands and chest, stroking and redrawing with his fingers every single tattoo that covered his skin. He loves every single trace of them because of the significance they hold, the memories behind them, and because they are Law. 

His hips started thrusting up as he felt his partner’s tempo slow down. He didn’t mind; the doctor hadn’t fully recovered yet. His thrusts were rougher and quicker, sending the man on top forward, now pressing his hands against his boyfriend’s chest and full on crying out from the new rhythm. 

“Shit, shit, gods, Khai! You are being so rough!” He cried, his mouth open, and eyebrows furrowed. 

“Are you complaining?” He slowed down for a second, a smirk on his face when he heard Law whine. 

“No! Don’t stop!” He hid his face on his neck. 

He could hear him moan against his ear, the way his voice seemed to break down with every second that went by was utterly divine. An amalgam of nonsense, his name and begs flee from his captain’s lips; he could tell he wasn’t far from reaching his climax. He thanked the gods because he was in the same lane. 

Reaching between their bodies, Khai grabbed Law’s cock, pumping it and jerking it at the same time as he thrusted inside him. His sounds intensified; anyone near could easily hear him, blush and picture what was going on inside the room, and usually the doctor would try to control himself, but right on his lover’s arms, after all this time, he was too gone to care. 

“I’m cumming, oh fuck, I’m cumming.” 

“Cum for me, sweetheart. Give yourself to me.” 

That’s all it took. Law covered Khai’s chest with his cum, trembling and shaking with every squirt that came out. Eyes closed, lungs desperate for air and brain in an overload of ecstasy.  

Khai was glad he had been able to make him reach his end, but now he was eager to get his. So, he pushed him off and rolled them around. He jerked his cock on top of Law, tugging on it eagerly, and the Heart Captain absolutely loved the view. Khai’s face was dark red, some strands covering it along with sweat, plumped, bitten lips and a hunger in his eyes, his chest tattoo looking delicious along with his scars. It didn’t take his lover much; in seconds, he too was covering his chest tattoo with this essence. 

Law gave him a small smile and lay back, enjoying the bliss after sex. 

They rejoiced in the silence and comfort of each other's presence. Not a word was needed. The genuine stares and the soft caresses were enough to say it all, how much they love each other, how much they missed each other, how it all finally felt okay, even if tomorrow was uncertain. 

The surgeon is never good with words, but he knows the fighter understands his love language. He cleans them up and checks everything’s alright before he allows himself to rest once again. 

“I have never felt more fear than when you left,” Khai whispered against his hair. 

“I know, I apologise.” He squeezed his hand. 

And because the need to feel each other close, alive was too strong, they both felt the fervour and desire filling their chests. Once just wasn’t enough. 

“I love you, Law.” 

Your captain is quite easy to rile up. Kidd is single-handedly the easiest man to rage-bait; even Killer often takes advantage of this. You love the man, but you love to annoy the shit out of him even more. You push his buttons in a way only you can, asking stupid questions or making comments that will for sure irk him. 

“Do you ever wish you were taller?” 

“Huh? The fuck do you mean, I'm taller than ya!” He looks at you as if you've just wished his dick fell off, and maybe that would have been better. 

“Well, yeah, but you aren’t taller than Killer. You aren't even the second-tallest member in your own crew.” 

You can hear Killer laughing behind his hand, not wanting to anger the redhead further.  

“What the hell are ya talking about!” His face is beginning to match his hair.  

“I'm just saying, wouldn’t you like to be taller?” 

Killer had to step in, “Okay, lady. Maybe slow down before he blows up the entire ship.” He said as he pushed you out the door by your shoulders, “He’s a ticking time bomb... A small one at best, but a bomb nonetheless.” 

“Come back here and say that to my face, motherfucker!” You can hear him losing his shit. 

“What would you do if you were handier?” You were sitting on the metal table next to the one he was working on, swinging your feet back and forth, acting all innocent. 

Kidd stopped working and turned to look at you. You could already see a vein popping out of his glabella behind the goggles, and when he took them off, you confirmed just how tender the spot you’ve poked was. “Handier?” 

“Yeah, you know? If you could build complex things or fix them, what would you do?” 

His mouth may be silent for the first couple of seconds, but his eyes say everything. He looked like he wanted to destroy the entire ship and rebuild it with his bare hands just to prove a point. His hands shake in anger, and his shoulders tense as he tries to stop himself from choking you, but then, an idea appears. He’ll show you exactly how handy he can be. 

You are aware of how you ended up in this position. And while in the back of your head, you are high-fiving yourself. On the outside, tears soak the silk blindfold that’s over your lids, your brain is struggling to keep up with the pleasure and lack of oxygen, and the skin of your bottom is as red as Kidd’s lipstick.  

"I'm sorry!" You cry as another spank hits against the raw skin of your ass. 

"I don't give a fuck," he snarls. 

"Kidd!" 

"I thought I told ya to count. Want me to start over?" 

"No! No, umm, fifteen?" 

"Wrong!" Smack! 

"Kidd, shit!" 

"We are starting over, and this time I want ya to use yer dumb fucking head. Am I clear?" 

You nod, a sob escaping your mouth. 

Smack! "Answer me." 

"Fuck! Yes, Kidd, yes." 

"Good." And so, he continues. 

Smack! 

"One!" 

Smack! 

"Two!" 

Smack! 

"Three." You can barely speak. You can't stop shaking, and saliva drips down your chin. 

"I can barely hear ya. Louder, woman!" His hand impacts the skin between your thigh and ass, your nerves sting, but you have never been wetter. 

"Four!" 

"Where's that audacity ya had moments ago, huh? Ya wanted to act like a bitch then I'll make you my bitch." Smack! 

The torture continues for a while, until he feels he's satisfied with the art he's plastered on your skin and the amount of arousal that's covering his clothes. But don't be mistaken, he's nowhere done. 

He pushes aside the lace of your panties and sees your wet cunt. Throbbing, soaked, clenching desperately around nothing, crying for nothing he can give. He smirks. 

"Yer such a whore. Doing all this just to get yer hole filled." He dips his middle finger inside you with no warning. 

You mewl, no mental capacity left. 

Kidd may be a rough lover, but he never does more than you can take. He rubs your bottom, nursing the skin and making sure no real damage was done. 

"Ya alright, lassie?" 

You nod, but he isn't satisfied with this. 

He grabs your face and squishes your cheeks between his fingers, then he pushes the blindfold up, looking for any signs of discomfort in your eyes, "Words?" 

"I'm good." 

He pushes the blindfold down again and pushes you back on your stomach. His arm pushes your legs open, and his fingers toy with the skin around your core, teasing you, until he decides you've had enough. 

Smack! 

You scream, "Kidd!" 

His fingertips smack against your clitoris, taking you by surprise, your back arches, and your legs try closing up, but he's quicker. He pushes you, keeping you in place. 

"Don't ya dare move, slut." 

He continues the assault on your bundle of nerves; you are sure the entire ship is aware of your activities. His name and obscenities keep brewing out of your mouth, but little do you care when the rough skin of his palm rubs against your core. 

His fingers now rub on your clit, harsh and merciless, your legs thrash around and try pulling you away from him, but his metal arm won't let you. Your climax comes rapidly and violently, juices squirting out of you and staining everywhere, your skin is on fire, your limbs cry in exhaustion, and you feel like you are about to pass out, but your boyfriend knows you can take more. 

"Yer such a dirty little slut. Beg for my cock, tell me how much ya want it." 

Measly whines and moans leave your mouth, "please, Kidd, please, please, please..." 

Eustass manhandles you so your back is against his chest, feet on the bed, his hands on your hips. You can't see anything, but his cock is angry red, big, thick, and leaking from the tip down to his heavy balls. He slaps it against the wet folds of your cunt, making you whine from the overstimulation. 

"Beg." He says in your ear. 

"Please." 

"Please, what? Say it." Another slap. 

"Please, fuck me." You whisper. 

"Louder!" He demands. 

"Fuck me, Kidd!" 

His cock reaches your cervix in one thrust, kicking against it and making you clench almost to the point of choking it. Both of you gasp, and you feel like you might black out. He gives you a second, only that before his tempo begins. His hands push you up and down his length with no regard, just looking to push more and more moans out of you, chasing his and your pleasure. He feels huge inside you, and you can barely believe he's able to fit every time. 

"Fuck! Ya feel so fucking good, lass." 

His groans and moans only make you cling harder around him. Kidd's a vocal lover; he'll scream, groan, moan, and say whatever the hell he feels like in bed, and it couldn't be hotter. Unless you are the rest of the crew and have to endure an hour or more of hearing him. 

You can feel everything: the warmth of his chest skin, the coldness of his left arm, the roughness of his grip on your body, the shakiness of his breath against your neck. 

Your limbs feel like giving up, but you simply can't, not when you are this close. 

"It feels so fucking good!" You cry. 

"Ya only misbehave cause ya know I'll fuck the attitude right outta ya. Ya love being my cock sleeve, can't live without my cock." 

You nod fervently. Whatever he said, whatever he wants, you'll agree. 

One of his hands slaps on your clit, "Say it!" 

You're on the edge, "Kidd!" 

Smack! "Say it, ya whore!" 

"I love your cock!" 

He smirks, but he won't let up, "and what else?" 

"And I love being your cock slut!" 

"Good girl." 

Smack! 

That's it. Your knees give up, and your legs loosen up; your body is sent down to the floor, but he's quicker to grab you, pushing you against him and securing you there. You can't stop trembling, your body is overheated and overstimulated, and your throat is completely dry. Your eyes can barely open when he takes off the blindfold and makes you look at him. Your captain is smiling, feeling pleased with himself, but not completely satisfied. 

"Couldn't even wait for me to cum, huh?" He kisses you hard, then pulls on your lip, "but don't ya worry yer little head, I'm not done yet." 

“I don’t know what else to do. She says the pain is getting worse. I’ve given her a bunch of remedies, but none of them are working.” Chopper scratched the back of his head, turning the pages of the book, looking for anything that he might’ve missed. 

Robin and Nami were helping him, but couldn’t find anything new in your books or Chopper’s. Only being able to watch as you contort yourself from pain and cry with every cramp. 

“Should we call, Law?” The older woman suggested. 

“Already did, but he hasn’t shown up,” Nami said while stroking your forehead to try to comfort you. 

“I’ll go look...” 

The door opened, and the Surgeon of Death made his way inside the room. A book on one hand and a mortar and pestle on the other, “I found this remedy, don’t know if it works, but she’s not allergic to any of the ingredients and it won’t clash with anything she’s taken already.” He sat on the bed. “Here, drink this.” 

You couldn’t hear him between your groans and the paralyzing pain you felt. Robin and Chopper helped you sit straight, and Nami pushed the mixture into your mouth. It was disgusting, bitter, grainy, it made you nauseous, but not any more than you already felt. 

“Now, we wait.” Law didn’t look away from your trembling body. 

He might seem like he’s uninterested, sadistic, or cold, but he generally didn’t like seeing people in pain. And you were above the general public in his mind; you were... tolerable. More than that, but he won’t say it out loud. Since getting on the Sunny, everything seemed to be chaos, absurdity, and loudness, but then you offered your enchantments’ room as a quiet place, away from the constant fights between the swordsman and the chef, the trials that Usopp and Franky conducted till high hours of the morning, and, most importantly, away from Luffy. He doesn’t hate your captain, but my gods, he can be annoying. Both of you would sit next to each other for hours, reading, taking notes, and sometimes engaging in long conversations about politics, medicine, and life. 

Law found you comforting. 

Chopper's breathing and heartbeat relaxed as soon as he saw your body calm down. The whimpers stopped, your posture loosened up, and your eyes shut down; you promptly began snoring. 

“She fell asleep!” Nami whispered, relieved and beyond happy to see her friend no longer in distress. 

Robin sighed, finally able to sit back. 

“I’ll monitor her. All of you should go rest.” Law suggested, 

“Are you sure?” Now that the anxiety had gone, Chopper could feel how tired he was, heavy eyelids and red eyes, but felt responsible for your health. 

“Go to bed, Tony-ya. I’ll take care of her.” The surgeon insisted. 

After contemplating it for a couple of moments, and the magical touch of Nami on his scalp, Chopper relented. He made sure Law promised to call him if anything happened. 

“Thank you, doctor,” Robin said, giving him a look and smile that left him feeling uneasy.  

Was he that obvious? No, she’s just that observant. 

An hour went by. He checked on your breathing and pulse; both seemed fine. He cleaned up the table, made a couple of annotations so Chopper didn’t have to, and arranged the blankets. Anything to keep himself busy. 

He found a novel lying around and gave it a look, leaning next to you on the bed. He wasn’t particularly invested in it, but it was better than nothing. He did this until he felt the covers shift and noticed how the previous signs of ache sprout back on your body. 

You whined, curling up into a ball. Your hands gripped the skin of your belly, with glassy eyes and red cheeks.  

“Is the pain back?” Unconsciously, his hand went to your back, his hand going up and down, bringing warmth to your skin. 

You could only nod and groan. 

“I’ll make you some tea. I’m sorry, I cannot give any more medicine, at least not for a few more hours.” He hurried, but as he was about to leave, you grabbed his hand. 

“Law,” you moaned, and he turned to look at you, worry in his eyes, “please, stay with me.” 

“It’ll be a second, let me...” 

You shook your head, “You and I know it won’t do shit. Just stay. Please.” 

And he did. He sat down, not letting go of your hand and not looking away. Only your whimpers and the sounds of the sea clashing against the ship could be heard. You tossed and turned, tears ran down your cheeks, and he didn’t hesitate to wipe them away. 

“It hurts, Law.” You cried. 

“I know, I’m sorry.” He cringed at how bad he was at comforting you. 

“Please, make it stop.” You took his hand and pressed it against the naked skin under your belly, the touch immediately sending shivers down your body. 

He sighed. An idea popped into his head, and it made his face burn. No. Gods, what kind of pervert has he become to think of such a thing? Has he been spending too much time around Sanji? Oh gods, is it contagious? 

“Law...” You pleaded. 

His mouth opened and closed, not knowing what to say. Should he even suggest it? Would you hate him? Would you be disgusted? 

“There’s a method we haven’t tried.” He looked away, not daring to look you in the eyes. 

You hummed, heavy-breathed and desperate for any solution. 

“Umm... I, we, I, you...” He wanted the sea to swallow him alive. 

“Law...” 

“I... Look, know that I’m not trying to do anything, but... I, umm, we,” His heart was about to beat out of his chest. 

“Law...” 

“There’s this way we, umm, we can...” 

“Law, just fucking say it.” 

“Orgasms can help ease the pain.” There, finally. 

The silence was deafening. Law couldn’t believe he dared say it, and now he wanted to commit seppuku. Forgive him, Corazón. Forgive him, Bepo. But he shall... 

“Okay, let’s do it.” 

He turned to look at you, wide-eyed, “What?” 

“You suggested we... oh, shit, did I misunderstand you?” Now you were the one drowning in the shame, “Oh gods, you wanted me to masturbate, didn’t you? Shit, I’m sorry I...” 

“No, no, no. You were right, I was suggesting... Umm, I was offering to do it myself.” 

“Oh.” 

You both look pathetic, rouged face and hiding away, acting like measly virgins. 

Eventually, you managed to look past the embarrassment. Law was now sitting behind you; you rested on his chest. His hands stroke your arms up and down to appease your nerves, and his. And you can’t help but observe his tattoos. The ink on his skin had made you clench your legs more than once, but never did you imagine your fantasies would turn reality in such a way. 

“Are you ready?” He said, his fingers going down, now massaging your legs. 

“Doesn’t blood gross you out?” 

He snorted, “I’m a surgeon, love.” 

“Right, sorry. I’m ready.” 

He went slow, rubbing the skin of your thighs, getting you used to his touch, every stroke getting closer to your core until it finally reached it. 

“I’m going to touch, okay?” He whispered in your ear, making you tremble. 

You nodded. 

He moved hesitantly, grazing your inner lips, forming an upside-down V around them with his fingers, massaging you and pressing your clitoris from the outside, “Does that feel good?” 

You gasped and bit lightly on your lip. 

He continued this for a few more moments before daring to open you up, moving up and down. The mixture of your blood and arousal produces wet noises. He circled on your clit, wanting you to relax. He pushed and toyed with it, carefully watching your reactions, what made you moan, gasp, all this permanently embedded in his memory. 

“Law...” You whimpered, grabbing his hand, squeezing it. 

“You like it?” 

“Yes, more, please.” 

This time, his fingers travelled to your entrance, moving around it, teasing a bit, because he just couldn’t help himself, but when he heard you complain, he obliged. Two of them thrusting themselves inside, they met no resistance, so he chose a rougher tempo. 

Your legs would thrash around, shutting and being opened back by his other hand, your back would arch against his chest, and your bottom would grind on his crotch, making him groan. 

One of your hands flew back, pulling on his hair, pushing him closer to your neck, where he sucked on your skin, kissing and bruising it to satisfy you, him, and make a silent statement. 

“Fuck, Law!” You tossed your head back, your other hand going to your breasts, massaging them before pulling on your nipples. 

His thumb made circles on your clit, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. His breathing laboured and heavy on your ear, “You feel so fucking good on my fingers.” 

You whined, tugging harder on his locks. 

He continued his assault, fucking your sensitive core, submitting to his pace and setting every nerve in your body on fire. He’d whisper the most sinful things, making you clench and cling tighter around his hands, swearing to you and every god there is that this wouldn’t be the last time he’d have you crying out his name. 

“I’ll make sure you won't want anyone else after this.” 

“Yes, Law! Please, please, please...” Frantic howls escape you. 

He could feel himself leaking against the fabric of his pants. He ached to be inside you, but he ignored the need. Right now, his number one want and need was to watch you crumble under his touch. 

“Please, what, love? Tell me what you want.” 

“Please, please make me cum.” You begged, grabbing his arms and digging your nails into his skin. 

“Take it, sweetheart, cum on my fingers.” He doubled his efforts, not caring if he could feel his articulations sting and tense, he’d get you there, “take what’s yours, love, come on.” 

Your hips moved against his hand, chasing the pleasure. The knot in your belly got tighter and hotter with every thrust. Your mouth blabbered nonsense and his name again and again, “Oh, fuck, I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum, I’m, I’m...” It snapped. You gasped and pulled him close to your chest, crying in ecstasy. 

“That’s it, baby! That’s it, my love. Such a good job, fuck you did so good.” 

Who would have thought the surgeon would be so good at praising? 

After the euphoria had gone down and the delicious exhaustion had settled on your muscles, you said, “Thank you, Law.” 

“Mm, my pleasure. How are you feeling? Are the cramps still there?” He kneads your hips softly. 

“Actually, they...” 

The door opened. 

“Mon amour, I’ve brought you some tea, Chopper said you’re still...” Sanji appeared behind it, making you both freeze in place. The chef’s eyes almost popped out of his head, the tray shook in his hands, and smoke came out of his nose and ears. 

“Sanji...” You tried.  

“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” He yelled at the top of his lungs. Well, now the entire ship knew.

“How can we even know that actually helps? Maybe he’s trying to take advantage of my poor swan.” Sanji grumbled, lighting up the sixth cigarette of a fresh pack and crossing his arms, pouting. 

“Oh, it helps.” Robin sipped on her coffee, side-eyeing Franky, who blushed and gave her a big smile. 

Nami giggled and pushed the archaeologist with her shoulder. 

“Oh, come on!” Sanji left the room, slamming the door. Everyone could hear him screaming outside, yelling to the gods, threatening to jump off the ship. 

The rest of the crew went silent for a couple of seconds. Nami, Robin, and Franky smiled and giggled amongst themselves. Usopp shushed them and covered Chopper’s ears, who, by the way, knew exactly what was going on —he’s a doctor, he just didn’t know Law and you were married... cause only married people do such things, at least that’s what the Doctor told him. Jinbei simply tried ignoring the drama and squeezed some lemon into his tea. Luffy continued munching on whatever he could find in the kitchen. 

Law entered the room, more than aware of how nosey the entire Straw Hat crew is, and is dreading having to answer any questions. Though seeing the cook contemplating throwing himself into the sea is quite amusing. 

“Torao.” Zoro acknowledges him. Eyes and arms closed. 

“Roronoa-ya.” 

“Law, how is she?” Robin starts. 

“She’s okay, having a nap. I’m just here to brew some more tea and grab her something to eat.” He walks to the stove. 

The door squeaks as it opens. 

“Move out of my way.” The blonde man pushes him away. He opens the cabinets and pulls out a bunch of herbs and a mug, “You aren't taking my fucking job, you’ve already taken enough.” He mumbles loud enough just for the two.  

Law sighs, exhausted, but lets him. 

“Torao.” Now it’s Luffy who calls for him. 

“Yes, Mugiwara-ya?” 

“Did the thing you did help?” 

Law’s face filled with blood from his cheeks to his ears and neck. He pushed his hat down to cover the reaction, “Umm..., yes. Yes, it did.” 

“Good. Please keep doing it till she recovers.” 

“Luffy!” Sanji and Nami jumped at the statement. 

Brook laughed loudly, clapping along. 

Buggy would like to think he isn't as stupid as he sometimes acts, but the rest of his crew seems to think otherwise. 

Elise arrived at the circus a couple of months ago. She’s the biggest and brightest star he’d ever seen. Sweet and bubbly, she’s a natural performer. She made him feel like he was about to fly every time he saw her—and he had a couple of times (not that he’ll ever admit it). 

On the other hand, Elise was bemused. Never in her entire career had winning hearts been an issue. Was she not clear enough? Was she doing too little? She swore at this point; she was even doing too much. Subtle advances were welcomed by Buggy but perceived as admiration. Flirting with him flustered the clown, yes, but it didn't push him to do anything further. Praising him did inflate his ego, but only as a captain and not as a lover. Hell, before any show, she would let him know her performance was inspired and dedicated to him; Buggy would just blush and tell her to shut up. 

The clown is not an easy person: money-driven, selfish, moody, a sly dog who keeps falling upwards, and often, a dick. But Elise adores every aspect of him, his grumpiness, awkwardness, how she could see through him whenever something didn’t go according to plan, but he’d act like he knew what he was doing. She loves every second of him as a captain, even if she sometimes must punch him in the head to knock him down a peg. She never grew tired of hearing his Impel Down anecdotes; sparks of joy shone in her eyes as she learned about his great escape. Alvida would say it was less of a master plan and more the biggest stroke of luck in history, but she won't dare burst their bubble. 

He had adored her power the moment he saw it. It was bright, rare, invaluable, just like every treasure he’d hunted down. She made the perfect addition to his crew. The same drive as him, gold in her eyes every time the whisper of new riches came their way. 

But after the goal was secured, and the sky was dark and full of stars, Buggy and Elise would stay up all night, awaiting land to appear in sight, talking about her life as a former pop star and his as a pirate on Roger's crew. She'd find it especially funny how heated he'd get from talking about Shanks. He would show her a different side of him, one meant for closed doors and her eyes only. 

And on nights like that, where the moon would shine as beautifully as her, where he'd have to take off his blushing ears and hide them in his costume. The only thing he could think about was how much he wanted her to be his. And Elise could only dream the same thing. 

Between his narcissistic tendencies, showmanship (underlying cowardice), and greed, he fell for the acrobat; she became the one gem he wished to own. 

Two in the morning is less than the ideal time to be running away from an angry mob, but oh well, it’s another day for the Buggy Pirates. The Flor de Mar treasure is something Buggy has been dreaming about for quite some time, but it was still just that, a dream, a vague rumour between pirates and bounty hunters. However, a couple of moments ago, the crew, specifically Galdino, had come across a man who claimed he knew of its existence and its possible location. 

“He says he knows where it is,” Galdino says, side-eyeing the man across the bar who keeps hollering about his adventures and how much power he holds. 

“What’s the plan? How are we going to trick that sucker?” Cabaji asks, looking around for any ideas. 

The entire crew turned to their captain, who was nursing the last drops of a drink. This was right in his alley; tricking, scheming, and stealing were like breathing for him. He needed this to be quick, simple, and imperceptible; a bar fight is the last thing they need. 

But right before he could even open his mouth, Elise popped in, “I have an idea!” She downed the last of her drink, ruffled her pink hair, checked her makeup in the reflection of the glass, and adjusted her leotard before walking to the target. 

The men had confused looks. Richie’s head tilted, mid-licking his paw, Alvida’s eyebrow arched, but quickly caught up on the plan, and Buggy’s eyes were wide open. What the hell is she thinking? They quickly found out. 

Across the room, the acrobat hopped to the man, a sweet, flirty smile on her face and sparkles in her eyes, “Is this seat taken?” She pointed to the place right next to him. 

He gave her an interested smile, “It’s all yours, sweet girl.” 

And just like that, her plan began rolling. 

Teasing words, coy looks, and coquettish advances filled the space between them. He would lean down to get a better look at her; she would grab his arm and run her fingertips across the skin, commenting about the different scars and tattoos that covered it. Each compliment got her closer to what she wanted. 

Most of her crew were excited and impressed with her thinking, but their leader was less than pleased with the scene right in front of him. Buggy’s face as red as his nose, eyes enraged white, tongue poking on his cheek, hand gripping tightly onto the rum glass, almost shattering it. Mohji could swear he saw smoke coming out of his ears. 

All of them were aware of what was happening; Buggy never liked to share, and even less when it came to Elise. Galdino knew he needed to intervene before the hot-headed clown did something and messed up their chance, but before he had the chance, Buggy’s feet were planted to the floor, and the rest of his body was flying across the bar. 

Elise could taste it already. The sweet flavour of the map of the treasure. She had to endure his horrid breath, talking repeatedly about how great he is and how amazing a pirate he is, but it was worth it. Anything for her captain. Sadly, as her plan reached completion, a big, bright red nose came butting in, pushing her away from the goal. 

In the blur of a few seconds, the entire bar broke into a fight. Bullets flew around like fireworks, fists and punches splattering red and brown all over the place, the furniture turning to nothing but mere splinters, and alcohol staining the old wood floor. The crew knew it was time to get the hell out. Annoyed, tired, but not really surprised, knowing this story all too well, Buggy is not exactly the most level-headed man there is. 

Alvida swung her spiked iron mace around, making her way through the crowd, annoyed with having to walk over men and their unconscious bodies. Galdino covered the floor with wax as he walked to make the trip easier and keep anyone out of his way, and Richie simply bit his way out with Mohji on top of him. Buggy passes through the drunk and aggressive men with knives on one hand, stabbing and piercing anyone who dares approach him and throwing Muggy Balls to the poor bastards that are left behind, all while keeping Elise under his arm, protecting her from any danger, his feet running right behind him trying to catch up. 

The walk to the ship had been uncomfortable to say the least. Tiredness, annoyance, and defeat filled their spirits, but the aura that was expelled from Buggy’s body made them not even dare complain, quietly and quickly making their way to their quarters, except for the ex-pop star. The clown held her by her arm, dragging her to his quarters, not planning to let her go until she heard everything he had to say. 

“What the fuck were you thinking?” His usual raspy and whimsical tone had now turned sour and serious. 

“Why would you do that? I had it all under control!” She countered.  

“That was all your plan? Throwing yourself at him?” He tugged on his blue locks, his heart racing with anger, with jealousy. 

“And it was working perfectly fine!” She pouted, eyebrows furrowed and arms crossed, her usual bubbly spirit nowhere to be seen. 

“I don’t want you to ever do that again, am I clear?” 

“But I don’t understand why! He had the map we wanted and I...” 

He cut her off, “I don’t care. Never again. Did you hear me?” 

“Buggy, why are you acting like this? I was just...” 

“I’m the captain and I’m telling you to stop.” Reaching his limit. 

“But...” She persisted. 

The warlord finally snapped. 

“Because I don’t want anyone to look at you like that, okay? Only I can look at you like that!” 

There it was. His naked truth is right on the table. But in that second, he can’t seem to process what he’s done. Rage and longing took over his mind and body. 

“I don’t want anyone touching what’s mine.” His lips smashed against hers next. 

Elise’s eyes were wide open in shock. She had fantasized this way too many times to count, but now that it was happening, she didn’t know what to do. 

So, she turned her brain off and let herself enjoy him. 

His kisses were far from sweet. He devoured her mouth with great passion and fierceness, smearing her lipstick, making sure to claim her, to push any thoughts of any other men out of her mind, not that there was anyone else but Buggy to her. 

She moaned against his mouth, her eyes going to the back of her head, fingers running through his hair and tugging on it. An all too familiar warmth formed between her legs. 

His hands massaged the plumpness of her hips and bottom, needing to touch every inch of her skin, to memorize every curve and crevice of her body like a map. 

“Mm, Buggy...” She whined against his lips. 

That was the sweetest and sexiest sound he’d ever heard; the need to have it engraved in his memory quickly formed. His lips abandoned hers and moved to her neck, where, with no regard, he sucked and bit on the skin, breaking and bruising it until burgundy patches covered it. 

“I want everyone to know who you belong to.” He pushed her closer to him. 

His words sent shivers down her spine. 

Her boobs were his next target. The areolas and nipples were being tortured between his teeth and lips, wet ‘Pop!’ sounds filling the room along with her cries every time he sucked on them, his tongue circled and teased expertly. Buggy, the self-proclaimed treasure and boobs lover. 

Elise’s moans escaped freely, not caring if anyone was to listen, too busy enjoying her lover's ministrations. The crew’s teasing would be a problem for tomorrow. 

He spent quite a while on her chest. Completely addicted and devoted to it. Not caring that the skin was now raw and crying, but she craved more of him. 

“Buggy, please, more, please, please.” She begged him. And while he wanted to continue teasing her and satisfying his personal agenda, he felt like he was about to explode. 

“Mm, tell me what else do you want me to do? Where do you want me to touch you?” He said, caressing her lips with his thumb, pushing it inside her mouth for her to suck. 

And she did as such, sucking it in and out, running her tongue across the skin and looking him in the eyes, giving him that sweet and innocent smile that drives him wild. Her hand took his and directed it right where she wanted him. His fingers stroked for a couple of seconds, feeling how warm and wet she was. He pushed the leotard to the side and, without a care, pushed a finger inside, his thumb toyed with her clit. 

An idea came to his mind. Elise’s eyes looked in confusion as her lover’s head separated from his body and flew down. Though it only took a couple of moments to understand what was going on.  

“You are so fucking wet,” he said, looking at her soaking cunt, seeing the milky substance covering his fingers every time they came out. The need to have a taste overwhelmed him, so he gave in to the desire. His tongue ran across her folds, collecting her essence and eating everything that she’d give him. He toyed with her clit, pulling on it with his lips and tracing circles around. It took only a few seconds for him to become addicted to the taste of her. Syrupy, engaging, ambrosial, just like her. 

Elise tugged on his hair, grabbing his attention, “I want you to fuck me. Please, Buggy.” Her glassy eyes managed to push him over the edge. 

Out of all the positions she had envisioned, she would be willing to try with the entertainer; this one had never even crossed her mind. 

Her eyes wide with shock as she witnessed the scene in front of her. The warlord had decided to use his powers in quite a particular way. His cock, now lying on his hand, detached from his body and was being used, quite literally, as a dildo. Her mind could barely process what was going on, between the act, the pleasure, and the desire and love she felt. 

“Holy shit, Buggy!” She couldn’t look away. Her nails dig into the skin of his arm and one of his legs.  

The idea had come to him in a dream, but had never been put into practice until now. And truth to be told, he had never been this turned on. “You like it, baby?” He whispered against her ear. 

He could feel everything. How tightly her walls were gripping around him, the wetness escaping from her body, the trembling of her muscles, and he wasn’t doing any better. Saliva at the corner of his mouth, half-lidded eyes, and his teeth biting on his lower lip, trying to conceal any moans that managed to climb out of his throat. 

“Oh my god!” She screamed, throwing her head back on his shoulders. 

“Come on, I want to hear you. Who’s fucking you this good?” 

“Buggy...” She moaned, but it wasn’t enough. 

“Louder.” The movement of his hand got rougher, thrusting his cock deeper and quicker inside her. 

Her head was filled with him; any other thoughts had been pushed out of her the second his dick was inside, “Buggy!” 

“Louder, I want them to hear you.” 

“Just like that, Buggy!” Her back arched against his chest, chasing her pleasure. 

He kissed the side of her ear, “No one will ever fuck you like I do. Do you hear me? No one can make you feel like I do.” 

She nodded furiously. 

“I’m going to cum inside this pretty cunt. I’m going to make sure you never forget who you belong to.” 

The idea made her let out an almost pornographic cry, 

“Yeah? You like that? You want me to cum inside? Want me to fuck a baby in you?” 

“Yes, please, give me everything, don’t hold back. Put a baby in me.” 

That was it. Buggy changed positions, pulling from behind her and reattaching his member to its place. He grabbed her and pushed her onto a mating press, her legs behind her ears and him deeper than ever before. 

His thrusting was almost maniacal; the only thing inside his head was to breed her, make her his, fill her insides with every drop of his seed. 

“I’m going to breed you, baby. Fuck, I’m going to knock you up nice and deep. Going to fill your womb!” He didn’t even know what was coming out of his mouth. 

“Yes, please, please, please...” Tears streamed down her face, makeup running down and smeared all over her face, the scene simply sinful. 

Buggy felt himself coming closer, but he didn’t care, desperate to cum inside Elise and feel her cum around him. His cock pushed against that spot that made her see heaven, not daring to move away. 

“I’m so fucking close.” She mewled, “Don’t stop!” 

“Cum, baby. Cum, cum, cum.” He needed her to cum first. 

And with just a few more thrusts, “Shit, Buggy!” Her eyes were completely shut; her body shook violently, and the knot in her belly finally snapped. 

“Elise!” He moaned, grabbing her hips and shoving himself as deep as he could inside her. His cum cascaded, filling her up until it was pouring out and running down both their thighs and onto the bed; more would surely spill out if she were to move. He continued thrusting, slowly, prolonging both of their orgasms, until they were overstimulated. 

Both stared at the ceiling, trying to process what had just happened. The sex, the feelings, the mind-shattering orgasm, and the nefarious use of Buggy’s devil fruit. Not that either of them would complain, if anything, Elise was quite excited to try it again and had a couple of ideas of her own. Their chests went up and down in synced motions, out of breath and exhilarated over the previous events, but one question now remained. 

What now? 

Would they go back to playing the same tug of war? Pulling and pretending this didn't happen? That nothing is going on until one of them snaps again? Or would they finally grow a pair and admit what’s been running through their mind this entire time? 

Buggy opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, but nothing came out. He didn’t dare speak. Elise turned to grab her clothes, and he watched her, feeling his heart fall right into his stomach. The image was like a bucket of cold water splashing all over him and his hopes. 

Oh. So that’s how it was. 

“Hey.” She turned to him, a rough-looking, rolled-up parchment in her hand, “I almost forgot it. I managed to snag the map before we had to leave.” She said as if it was nothing, a small smile on her pink lips. 

“I love you.” 

It escaped his mouth, plain and simple. No thoughts behind it. And the clown couldn't be any more embarrassed, blood left his face, and his soul abandoned his body. He had allowed himself to be vulnerable, and that made him want to walk the plank and drown in the middle of the Grand Line. As dramatic as his theatrical ass is, Elise was overjoyed.  

Tears filled her eyes, twinkles dancing all over her face, the light reflecting all colours on her cheeks, and a jewel-like grin, “Oh, Buggy!” 

“Sh-shut up!” He looked away, not knowing how to take her response. 

She threw herself at him, her boobs on his face, arms surrounding him and pressing him tighter to her, she swung them around in happiness while laughing and squeaking in glee. 

He pushed her away without really trying. He hid himself in her chest, not wanting her to see how flustered he was and how the hearts in his eyes matched hers. He had never been happier; no treasure could compare to this moment or feeling. 

“I love you too, Buggy.” She kissed him.