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Just a little Honey. | Roronoa Zoro

Contents: Smut

Zoro lets his head fall back, surrendering to the softness of the pillow beneath his head. Your hand moves tenderly over him, each stroke igniting a fire that makes him writhe against your touch. His hair, damp with sweat, clings stubbornly to his forehead, and he pushes it back only for it to fall right back into place. A low, guttural hiss escapes his lips as he reaches desperately for your hands, the chains around his wrists tightening with a metallic clink. The sudden jolt from the restraints sends a wave of pleasure through his body, causing him to groan deeply as his limbs collapse back onto the bed.

The muscles of his abdomen flex under each twist of your hand, taut and trembling with anticipation. You size him up, your gaze lingering on the tip of his cock, his bright pink tip, his longing evident, his cock standing proudly on its own. Grasping him gently, Slowly, you ran your thumb over the slit, spreading the oozing pre-cum along the throbbing veins of his shaft. His breath hitches, and his eyes lock onto yours. You lean forward and made a long lick to side of his dick, a faint twitch of his thighs as you brace yourself against his restrained legs. You caressed his thighs, biting at them, eliciting a groan barely making it through his lips.

Driven by the heat between you, you wrap your lips around the tip of his cock, sucking gently as your hand continues its rhythmic strokes. It wasn't long before he responded, and his flushed hips bucked involuntarily, a raw, primal sound tearing from his throat. You take him deeper, your tongue swirling around his length, feeling every vain and the feel of him twitch in your mouth. His chains clunked and rattled, his muscles straining against the restraints.

You pull back slightly, letting his cock slip from your mouth with a soft, wet sound. His eyes are dark with need, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. Leaning in closer, you whisper against his skin, placing kisses along his sides, "Tell me what you want, Zoro."

He wasn't used to this kind of power shift. Admitting his needs outloud would surely kill him emotionally, he only grits his teeth, your fingertips slowly teasing at his dick. Looking a the way your hands lightly pressed onto his dick.

You raise an eyebrow at him, your lips curving into a sly smile. "You know better." You drag your nails along his thigh, feeling his muscles tense beneath your touch. The tip oozes just a bit more and you take a long lick across your gaze never leaving his own. His desire is palpable, his body responding eagerly to your teasing.

"I want you," he finally groans, a shudder racking his body as you blew air against it. His voice thick with longing. "I want you on top of me, taking what you want."

Your smile widens, loving the way he succumbs to your touch. "Is that so?" You lean closer, trailing kisses along his body to his jawline, teasingly close to his lips. "What if I want you to beg for it?"

He grins, his hands gripping the sheets. "Then make me beg."

Your laughter is low and seductive. "Oh, I intend to." You crawl up and pressed a firm kiss to his lips, tasting his desperation as he kisses you back hungrily. His body slightly arches against yours, seeking more of your touch, more of your control. He goes to hold you and the painful bindings only bring frustration in its wake.

With deliberate slowness, you straddle him, feeling his hardness press against you. "Tell me," you whisper, "how badly do you need me?"

His response is immediate and fervent. "More than anything. Please, fuck."

You enjoy the power in his plea, relishing the sensation of being wanted so fiercely. His eyes are clouded and you gently place your thumb between his lips to prevent his teeth from further bruising his bottom lip "Good," you murmur, finally giving in to the ache between your legs.

You lower yourself onto him, his groan resonating within your shaking form, moaning at the feeling of fullness and connection. He curses against the chains, and a shit eating grin pulls at your lips as you set your hips in a rhythm that satisfies the hunger you've stoked in each other. It wasn't enough and only made him feel the madness. With an control and slowed movement your ass presses flush against his pelvis, clenching dangerously around his cock.

He hisses, "m' so slow baby"

As you ride him, you meet each of his thrusts with suppressed moans where sooner than later mingled with own groans. the room filled, hot with sex, your bodies move in harmony, a dance of need and fulfillment that builds towards a crescendo.

Balanced on his chest you roll your hips, watching his eyes roll to a close. He felt he was going to melt looking up at your heavenly form above him. The leathered restraints become a figment of imagination when it pops loose. His hands find your waist. Your eyes widen at the sudden change in axis. Pressed against the bed, your knees press against you also his thrust knocking air out of your lungs the curve of his dick reaching farther than intended.

Your breath hitches as you feel his touch, electricity sparking between your skin. "Fuck," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire, "I've wanted this for so long."

His hands grip your hips firmly as you press yourself against him, the intensity of your connection sending shivers down your spine. With each roll of your hips, his moans grow deeper, the need between you palpable and intoxicating.

The restraints forgotten, he pulls you closer, the urgency in his touch matching the rhythm of your movements. "God, you feel incredible," he groans, his fingers digging into your skin.

You lean down, capturing his face. You press a kiss against his lips growing with carnivorous intent. Tongues tangling in a frenzy of desire. The heat between you builds, igniting a fire that consumes both of you. Every thrust brings you closer to the edge, your bodies moving in perfect synchrony.

He presses deeply against you womb hardly able to decipher where the pain began and the pleasure started. Consuming your mind, wanton moans escape your lips, hot breathy moans grazing his ear.

His grip tightens on your ass placing gently kisses to you jaw and neck. "You're driving me insane"

You smile, watching his completely disheveled form mirroring your own as he continues to consume what’s left of you. Fucking into you with a relentless rhythm, his hands wrap around your waist to hold you down, as if you might slip away at any moment. You hum at the tingle in your stomach, a delicious stir that flutters with each thrust as he bottoms out at every impact. Your eyes roll back in pure bliss, the sensation of him harshly hitting the exact same spot overwhelming your senses. Despite the intense pleasure, you manage to utter, "Isn't that the point?"

A grin spreads across his face, his eyes dark and filled with desire. "Is it now," he looks up at you. "And you're doing it perfectly."

You shiver at his words, the intensity of his gaze making your pulse quicken. "I want you to lose control," you whisper, your voice breathy and filled with longing. You lean in, your lips brushing against his ear as you whisper, "I want to feel you completely lose yourself."

Everything became a blur from there. You're placed in an entirely new position his body weight pressed against your own knocking the air from your chest as he fucks into your quivering wall. At this angle, he has you well past nirvana. A moaning pretty mess as pushes you knees to your chest. You head grew light with every impact the feel of his cock kissing at your cervix.

"Fuck, you're perfect," he groans, his voice rough with desire. He watches you intently, every reaction you have fueling his own need. "You feel too fucking good.

Your nails dug into his arm barely able to keep your eyes open and focused on him. He adds his finger quickly flicking your swollen clit, he captures your lips in a more fevered kiss the pressure at the base of your abdomen increasing by the second. "m' gonna cum" you grabbed at his wrist, writhing under his intense movements.

You vision blurred as your body shook heavily. Your body hypersensitive even to the air that passes the hair on your skin. A new sense of relaxation washes over you, under the heat of his release. He groans pulling out to watch your gaping pussy push out the excess. The contact of his dick to your folds caused a flinch to wrack your body, he gathered his cum and pushed himself slowly in, muscles tensing under his dragged movements, whimpering under the overstimulation as he pushed himself out and in cradling your head as he went slow. "no...more" You dug your nails as he bottomed out once more and this continued until he was completely buried in you.

He couldn't understand why he was still hard but pleaded. "Please...please" he buries his head at the crook of your neck taking in your own body scent that only fuels him. It wet and your pussy makes the most nastiest sounds as he plunges further into you, slightly picking up a rhythm. He curses at the grip you have on him. "Fuck" his hips stutter.

Your eyes roll back at the unfamiliar sensation and you beg for him to stop no wait, but it was rather less convincing to anyone who would hear. Your vision grew lethargic, white bulbs pulsating before your eyes, and everything came in at once. The heat of his body to yours as he thrusted at a single focused point. Your body shivered and with that a gush of water came out lasting a good while until he teased at your clit with his cock encouraging you to continue which further prolonged the pleasure.

He was astonished at the way your body reacted, enchanted even watching as your chest rose and fall between his simple touches, it makes him hurt in the best way, and a little aroused if he might confess. He was awful for this. "you're perfect" he buries himself in you once more, slowly , watching as you pressed your hands against his abdomen. You shook your head with a faint moan.

"I won't" he grinned against you chest. "just let me stay inside" he sighed, bringing your hips more fixed on his own, the twitch of himself within you undeniable as he a few minutes after you drifted off to sleep.

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characters. monkey d. luffy, roronoa zoro, vinsmoke sanji

cw. virginity loss / first time (luffy), cunnilingus, slight fingering, lowkey soft dom sanji, (slightly) pussydrunk luffy, nipple play, “captain”, unsafe sex (wrap it up), cumming inside then puling out

wc. 3k

a/n. hii! i finally finished this fic! im so excited to be posting it, since it took me longer than it shouldve. this hints quite a lot towards a pt2 so let me know if you would be interested in it, and yeah, thank you for being so patient since i know i posted a little teaser a while ago, hope you like it

“So, where do you wanna touch?” Sanji asks, his hands roaming over every inch of your exposed body. His touch feels heavenly, like it sets your skin on fire, and you’re not sure if it’s because you’re just that desperate for his touch or if you’re nervous over this whole… situation.

Nevertheless, you’re still expecting an answer from him. His eyes are blown wide, he doesn’t know where to look, and he wishes he could look at all of you, all of the time. Sure, it’s his first time seeing a naked woman, but by god did the sight seem incomparable to anything he’s ever seen before.

He doesn’t know what to say, he can’t decide between what he wants to touch first. Maybe somewhere that would make you feel good, right? He’s watching Sanji, the way his fingers drag over your curves. You seem so receptive to it, and he can’t decide what would make you feel best.

Thankfully, Zoro’s voice alleviates the tension, “Why don’t you touch her here, I bet she’d love it” he says, pointing at your cunt. You squirm at the thought of being touched down there, you’re aching with want but you’re still nervous, having all these men around waiting on your every reaction.

“I don’t really know how” Luffy says, a sheepish expression on his face at the thought of doing something wrong in such an intimate moment.

“We can show you,” Zoro says. “Start here, on her thighs”

Luffy’s hand instantly lands on your thigh, unsure of what he should do next.

“You can kiss her too, here…” Zoro touches your inner thigh to point where Luffy can kiss you, “and here”, this time he points at your clit, but doesn’t touch you there, as much as you wish he would.

“Ok” he says. Such a simple and casual reply shouldn’t be followed by kisses that drive you crazy because of how close they are to your heat, and at the same time not close enough. Sanji’s chest presses against your back as you unknowingly lean against him. His fingers have started toying with your nipples now, tugging and rolling the little buds, anything to prompt more sounds from your sweet lips.

Your mind goes back to the man between your thighs, now that he’s started nipping at the skin of your thighs.

“Good,” Zoro praises. “Now here” he says, pointing again. Luffy is hesitant, but still lands a few gentle kisses on your clit, leaving you breathless and making you put a hand to your mouth.

“Don’t do that, angel” Sanji says behind you, his moves halting. “Let him hear how he’s making you feel”

You remove your hand as soon as you put it up, because how could you refuse the chef’s sultry toned request? A small gasp escaped from your lips when he kissed your clit again, and you looked between your legs to see him, his lips oh so close to where you were aching the most, and his eyes never leaving yours because he wanted to see the way your face contorted in pleasure.

His hands are placed on either side of your waist, and when he licks the first stripe up your folds and you squirm under his hold, his fingers tighten on your waist, sure to keep you in your place and leave marks. His touch is inexperienced and uncertain, almost as if he's afraid, but it's hard to focus when he's eagerly slurping at your cunt, wanting more of your bittersweet escence.

"Tell Luffy how you feel, pretty girl" Sanji whispers in your ear when he sees you grow restless under Luffy's hold.

"Feels good" you sigh, trying not to look down at the man between your thighs because you're afraid the sight will bring you more pleasure than the wet muscle that keeps lapping at your pussy. "R-really good… mm-!"

"Seems like you're doing it right, Luffy" Zoro pitches in. "She can barely talk, that's how you know you're doing a good job".

"Touch her clit while you eat her out" Sanji orders, making you whine at just the thought of it. Luffy follows instantly, his fingers on your clit, rubbing circles just like Zoro told him to.

The stimulation is too much, and not long after Luffy keeps abusing your cunt with his tongue and fingers, you're clenching around nothing as you orgasm.

"She's getting even more wet" Luffy points out, taking only a second away from your pussy to say that before he's back to licking and sucking everything that is spilling out of you.

You whine in complaint when he keeps lapping at your cunt well after you orgasmed, just on the brink of overstimulation.

"That's enough" Zoro says, pulling Luffy out of the trance and away from your heat. His chin is wet with your juices, and he keeps licking at his lips to savor the taste of your cunt in his mouth.

Sanji didn't even need to tell you to give Luffy some feedback this time, just leaning down to meet your gaze was enough to communicate what he wanted you to do.

"You did such a good job, Luffy" you said between pants, still coming down from your high. "You made me feel good, and I wanna return the favor"

You lean away from Sanji's chest, face to face with Luffy now. His chin is still drenched in your juices, but he quickly fixes that when he wipes his face with the back of his arm, all the while he keeps looking at you… mostly. Maybe his gaze is drifting down to your exposed breasts every few seconds, but he's really hoping you don't notice.

"You like them?" you ask, a last bit of your confidence shining through when you see how he peers at your body. He nods, not sure what to say. Now that he knows you don't mind, he's looking without any shame.

"You can touch" you say, and he doesn't waste any time before his hands are on your breasts, harshly grabbing at the flesh and making you let out a small gasp.

"Not so hard" you say, guiding his hand to where he can touch.

"Sorry…" he apologizes. His grip instantly loosens and he's looking to you, and the way you guide his fingers to touch you. "They're softer than I thought" He says, driving you to ask himself how many times he's thought about how soft your breasts would be.

"And here" Zoro points at your nipples. "She really likes it when you suck here"

Luffy doesn't immediately suck on them, he toys with them for a few seconds, enjoying the way they feel when he pinches and rolls them between his fingers. Then, when he's done feeling your breath fan against his cheek from how close you are to him and how desperate he's making you feel, he lowers his mouth on your nipple and suckles on them, looking up at your face to see how receptive you are to his touch.

You sigh at the feeling of his tongue on your sensitive buds, but you still manage to sit upright. One of his hands is holding the breast he's sucking on, and the other is toying with your other nipple, watching the way you lean into his touch.

"Luffy…" you sigh his name. He's still looking up at you, and now he's trailing his sloppy kisses up your chest, until he reaches your neck, where he sucks and bites marks that would be hard to cover up later on, but you couldn't care less when his hand was alsp trailing down to your core, feeling the way your cunt leaked down your thighs.

"Touch him" Sanji said, still sitting back against the headboard, watching the way you keen and buck your hips into Luffy's touch. He knows it's supposed to be about helping out his captain, but god did the sight before him make it so hard not to pull you back against his lap and grind into you. Maybe he'll find time to do that some other time.

As soon as your hand comes in contact with his clothed hardness, he sighs. He's not sure if its out of relief or pleasure, but fuck he doesn't care. He didn't realize how much he needed to be touched down there, and now that he was getting it, it was almost too much for him.

His eyes are clenched shut, but maybe it's better that way. If he saw the way you were looking at him, half lidded, dazed eyes while your hand was playing with his cock through his clothes, he wouldn't last any longer.

"Don't cum in your pants, you got something much better right here" Zoro says, his fingers grazing your slit, making you look at him. "You'll be a good girl for the captain, right?" he whispers. You nod, afraid to look at him knowing he's got that same piercing gaze that always makes you feel so intimidated.

"Y-yes" you whine, the hand that was teasing your core leaving all too soon and leaving you with the familiar empty feeling of your walls clenching around nothing.

Your hand leaves Luffy's bulge, much to his disappointment. You swear you could hear a small cry leave his lips, but he doesn't care as much when you toy with the hem of his pants, sliding down his shorts and underwear in one swift motion. He was well endowed, slender cock standing tall, speaking just how eager he was to go further.

You stroke him a few times, rubbing your thumb over his slit a few times, and watching the way his breath caught in his throat. The sounds he makes when you catch him by surprise like that are heavenly, and you're desperate to hear what he sounded like when he was buried deep within you.

You go back to your previous position, your legs spread to give him the perfect view of your leaking pussy. You're propped up on your elbows, following Luffy's nervous gaze up and down your body, but primarily focused between your legs.

"How do I… you know…?

"Don't worry" you ease him, "just c'mere".

He leans closer to your body, his arms on either side of you. His body was hot all over, and it felt so good to be pinned down by him. You raise one of your hands to trace over the scar on his chest, the skin warm to the touch.

He takes you by surprise this time when he cups your face and kisses you, his inexperienced mouth doing his best to follow your movements. He kisses messily, just like everything he does, but its the best kiss you've had in a long time, sloppy tongues touching anything they can, and trying to keep in sync with everything you do.

Eventually, you pull away. Throwing your head back to catch your breath and feeling the string of saliva that connects your mouth to his. It's hot, his breath is heavy against your cleavage, but he's still not done. He leaves more kisses on the corner of your mouth, your chin, any skin he can find, he"s covered it with his lips while he starts grinding down on you.

"Luffy…" he didn't think he could like the way his name sounds so much, but your voice made it sound so good, the way it rolled off your tongue had him bucking his hips into you, his cock sliding between your folds.

"Please-!" you whimper, but he cuts you off with another kiss to the corner of your mouth.

He feels so needy, he wants to touch every inch of your skin with his lips, he's never felt anything like this and he loves everything about it. The way he wants to go even further with you, and at the same time he wants to savor every second he spends next to you is driving him crazy.

"Put it in" you say, your brows furrowed over your clenched eyes. Before he can do anything, your hand slides down between both of your bodies and grips his cock, guiding him to your entrance until the head is lined up with your hole.

As he slowly sunk into your walls, he thought about all the sex stories his crewmates told him, and how he always doubted sex could be all that.

Fuck. They were right.

The way your warm walls are wrapping around his length is enough to prove his crewmates were not exaggerating. It was everything he expected and so much more.

When he noticed how close he was to your chest, he quickly latched his mouth on one of your pebbled nipples to take his mind off the pleasure. He wasn't sure how long he'd last if he didn't have some kind of distraction.

He listened closely to every breath, every whine, every sound from you, as little as it might be. His hands are on either side of your body, and now that he's not attached to your breast anymore his breaths are heavy, still close to your chest and shuddering against your skin.

"You can cum, if you want to" you say, noticing how much of a hard time he seemed to be going through.

"No, I w-wanna… I wanna make you feel good too" he says, barely able to get out the words because he didn't want to keep you waiting any longer. He slid out until all you could feel was his tip, hot and throbbing, and slipped right back in until your clit was grazing his skin.

Nothing could've prepared him for the warmth and the wetness of your walls, so maybe that's why he goes in a frenzy and starts thrusting sporadically, uneven shoves of his hips that make you gasp and throw your head back because you weren't expecting him to slam into you with such force.

"F-fuck" you curse under your breath, you're trying not to say anything about the way he's reaching places you didn't know existed, but it's becoming harder and harder with every passing moment he keeps the taunting rhythm against you.

"Slow down," Sanji said, coming to your aid. "It'll feel better if you start slow, and then go faster".

It's almost painful to Luffy to stop right now when it felt so good, a big part of him wanted to chase that high, but as soon as he started taking his time with his thrusts and paying attention to all your moans and whines, he found himself wanting to make the moment last.

You're breathless, just like he is. You're both a panting mess holding onto each other, desperate to feel the heat from both of your bodies. His hands are caressing every incb of your skin, and yours are trailing your nails down his back, anything to relieve some of the pleasure that overwhelmed you.

You're so engulfed in the moment, you almost forgot about the two other men in the room, the ones who had been so kind as to show this boy how to fuck you properly. You look at them, sitting on the side as they watch their captain fuck their crewmate, both with equally large and vidible bulges in their pants.

You make a little reminder to pay them back for the favor.

"'m so close" Luffy says, or whines. You're not sure what he's saying anymore, and you don't know why you're making promises like that when you're sure to be exhausted after Luffy is done splitting you in half.

Your hips are bucking against him, making him feel like he's deeper in your walls, if that was even possible. He's hitting all the right spots and fuck… this is supposed to be his first time, how is he so good at this?

Your orgasm is so close, you can practically taste the sweet high. His hands have settled on either side of your head, his own head down and almost between your boobs again. He wants to cum so badly already, and it's taking every ounce of willpower in his body not to. That and the fact he can still feelt he way you clenched around his tongue when he was eating you out, and he's eager to find out how that would feel when he's inside of you.

Every thrust brings you closer to the edge until you're on the brink, and the only thing that pushes you over is the sounds he makes, or rather the ones he's trying – but failing – to hide. His whines are muffled with the skin of your chest, and his groans are held back when he bites his lips, but they're still so noticeable and the thought of him being this needy for you makes you finally cum, walls clenching around him and nails raking down his back, though he couldn't care less with the way you keep sucking him in.

It's like a vice, and every time he keeps trying to pull out your walls don't let him.

“Captain-!” you moan, so sensitive after cumming, you didn’t even think twice about what you were calling him. And fuck, why does that make him feel like that?

It’s not like he hasn’t heard you call him that every other day, it's the way everyone addresses him, but the way it rolls off your lips in such a sultry and breathless way, and rigt now out of all times quickly drives him to his own orgasm with hot spurts of his cum inside of you, but he quickly pulls out because he wants to see the way your folds look covered in his seed, and by god is it the prettiest sight he's seen all night.

Luffy's heard so many stories of first times gone terribly wrong, it was almost an irrational fear of his that the same things would happen to him. Thankfully, his friends were kind enough to convince the beautiful girl from their crew, it would only be fair if he shared her with them next time, right?

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For a man who was always nonchalant/always looking upset, he sure was touchy.

So when he grabs you by the waist literally out of nowhere, you flip out and drop the folders, seeing the papers fall out and scatter.

You grumble and turn around, irritated as fuck and ready to blow off the chip that had been on your shoulder since early this morning.

“See what you made me do?! What do you want!” you yelled with furrowed eyebrows and cross your arms over each other under your chest.

He stared down at you and hesitated for a moment before speaking, “I need something from you” he mumbled with a deeper tone.

“What? You couldn’t make yourself known first instead of just grabbing me like that?” you yelled out, sighing in frustration and pouting, knowing you were going to get yelled at for the papers.

He laid his hands on both sides of your head and gently massaged your temples with his thumbs, absolutely shocking you. With your eyebrows slightly furrowed now, you blinked a couple of times, looking in his eyes for a moment then looking away, avoiding further eye contact with him.

“I don’t care for the papers… but, I do need something from you right now” he whispered once more and leaned down, closing the distance between your neck and his face. You started screaming in uttered embarrassment and feeling absolutely flustered when you feel his hand gently cup your right cheek.

You start to feel a little lightheaded, palms sweating and heart racing faster than normal.

“Th-the hell’s wrong with you?!” you stuttered, feeling your heart swell and something blossom in your stomach. You laid your hands on his chest, trying to push him off but with no luck.

You’ll admit, you had a little crush on him but, it wasn’t anything serious just because you felt deep down you never had a chance and it wasn’t worth it.

His hands move around to your upper back, slowly sliding down to your lower back as if caressing it. He pushes his nose into your hair, inhaling the fresh aroma from your products and exhaling as he opened his eyes. He leaned back but stayed just a few inches away from your face.

You both stood there in silence, staring into each others eyes, with you absolutely flipping the fuck out at the sudden intimacy and him trying to control this “beast” waiting to come out.

“I-I have to go-!” you stuttered out, trying to leave the space but being gripped slightly tighter than before.

“We’ll take it slow-” he mumbled against your cheek, lifting your leg to wrap around his waist “TAKE WHAT SLOW?” you frantically yelled out, overwhelmed with agitation and embarrassment. Your nervous and flustered yelling was cut off when he pressed his covered cock against your pelvis, causing a moan to slip out of your mouth.

“there we go..” he spoke quietly through clenched teeth, feeling his cock harden even more and his pants getting tighter in the front. Your eyes widened as you shakily covered your mouth.

“Why hold back when you can let go, sweetheart?” he whispered in your ear, giving it a nibble as he removed your hand from your mouth and wrapped his arm around you, holding you in place while the other hand laid against your ass cheek and gripped it tightly.

A squeak fell out of your mouth and you bit your bottom lip, forcing down another moan ready to slip out as you squeezed your eyes tightly. As if a switch flipped on, he bent down and picked you up, hauling you over his shoulder then walking out the room with you protesting and beating his back with your fists.

Crocodile, Mihawk, Law, Zoro, Pell, Madara Uchiha, Kento Nanami, Ushijima Wakatoshi

─ Binding Shots

yandere! zoro x bartender! reader [gender neutral]

• fic type: oneshot

• summary: zoro couldn't get enough of the drinks you served, but he couldn't get enough of you even more.

• word count: 2.7k

• tw: obsessive thoughts, kidnapping, passing out

• a/n: i hope i didn't get too carried away and i really hope you enjoy this story!! i also may have included a little yandere captain luffy headcanon, since he pretty much gives zoro the ok to pursue y/n. also if i find the time i might make headcanons about y/n getting used to being with the strawhats, and more importantly zoro!

The bar pulsed with energy, the air thick with the scent of spiced rum, grilled seafood, and the occasional whiff of salt carried in from the docks.

Laughter echoed through the dimly lit space, drunken patrons toasting to their fortunes—or misfortunes, depending on the night.

You had long since mastered the art of blending into the chaos, weaving between customers with effortless grace, your hands a blur as you poured drinks, wiped down counters, and cracked jokes all at once.

The old fisherman at the counter huffed as he caught the glass you slid his way, his weathered face splitting into a grin.

"You're too damn cocky for a bartender, Y/n," he grumbled, taking a sip of the golden liquid.

"Flattery will get you nowhere—except another drink if you tip well," you shot back, smirking as you wiped the counter.

The old man let out a hearty laugh, shaking his head. "Damn menace, you are."

Before you could deliver another quip, the bell above the door jingled, signaling new arrivals. Your gaze flickered toward the entrance, and immediately, the atmosphere seemed to shift.

A small group strolled in, their presence commanding attention even in a bar full of hardened sailors. You recognized them instantly.

The Straw Hat Pirates.

Luffy led the pack, grinning ear to ear as he took in the bustling bar, his boundless energy practically radiating from him.

Usopp and Franky followed close behind, already deep in some ridiculous argument about whether or not cola could be turned into alcohol.

And then there was him.

Zoro.

Broad-shouldered, arms crossed, an air of quiet confidence surrounding him. His swords sat at his hip like an extension of his being, a constant reminder of his strength. But it was his eyes that caught your attention—sharp, calculating, always scanning, as if sizing up the world around him.

You’d met plenty of pirates before, but there was something different about him. Something... interesting.

They took their seats at the bar, Luffy slamming his hands onto the counter with his usual lack of subtlety. "Meat! Lots of Meat!" he declared, grinning wildly.

You arched a brow, already reaching for a bottle. "Well, if it isn’t the infamous Straw Hats," you mused, twirling the bottle between your fingers before popping it open. "What’ll it be, gentlemen?"

Usopp, ever the dramatic storyteller, ordered something fruity, a Mocktail being the first thing that came to mind.

Franky demanded something SUPER strong, his voice booming loud enough to rattle the glasses. It seemed like he'd enjoy a nice Whiskey Sour.

Luffy, as expected, wanted something with meat in it. You weren’t sure if you should be impressed or horrified.

Then your gaze flickered to Zoro, who had yet to say a word.

His arms remained crossed, his expression unreadable. Finally, he spoke. "Sake."

You snorted. "Predictable."

His eyes narrowed slightly. "You got a problem with that?"

"Not at all," you said smoothly, already in the midst of making the other's requests. "Just saying, a guy like you doesn’t seem the adventurous type when it comes to drinks."

Zoro grunted, unimpressed, as you poured a variety of liquids into a cup and slid it toward him.

Before he could grab it, you rested your elbow on the counter, flashing him a smirk. "But hey, this one’s on the house."

That got his attention. His brows furrowed slightly, his gaze flicking from you to the drink and back again. There was a brief hesitation before he picked up the cup and took a sip.

The reaction was immediate.

His grip on the cup tightened ever so slightly, his expression shifting just enough for you to notice.

His tongue tingled with the rich, layered flavors—smooth, complex, and yet strong enough to rival his beloved sake.

He swallowed, exhaling slowly as the taste settled in. Then his dark gaze lifted to meet yours, something unreadable flickering in his expression.

"What the hell is this?"

"Like it?" You grinned, leaning forward slightly. "It’s a little something I came up with myself. Thought you’d appreciate it."

Zoro didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he took another slow sip, as if testing whether the first taste had been a fluke. It wasn’t. The drink was dangerously good.

Better than any sake he’d ever had.

That realization should’ve irritated him, but instead, he found himself staring at you, curiosity and something deeper settling in his chest.

He hadn’t paid much attention before, too focused on his drink, but now that he was looking—really looking—he noticed things.

The easy confidence in your posture, the way your lips curled in amusement, the glint of mischief in your eyes.

You were different. And for the first time in a long while, he was interested.

The island had a lot to offer—food stalls, markets, scenic cliffs—but for some reason, Zoro always found himself back at your bar.

It had started off as nothing. Just a casual drink, a place to sit while the others indulged in the island’s festivities. But by the third night, he didn’t even pretend he was there for anything else.

It wasn’t just the drinks—though, damn it, they were good.

Too good.

He’d never had anything quite like what you made for him, and each night, it was something better, something stronger, something just right.

But that wasn’t what kept him coming back.

It was you.

You, with your insufferable smirks, your sharp tongue, your easy laughter that rang over the low hum of the bar like a melody.

You didn’t shy away from teasing him, didn’t fawn over him like others did when they recognized his reputation.

You treated him like just another patron, another nameless face in the crowd, and yet—there was something else.

A warmth.

A familiarity.

Zoro wasn’t used to that.

And that kindness, that brightness—it was intoxicating. More so than any drink you poured.

He sat at the bar now, his usual spot, arms resting on the counter as he watched you work.

His drink sat untouched in front of him, forgotten the moment you started talking.

"You sure you’re not just using me for my drinks?" you teased, sliding a fresh glass to a customer beside him before leaning in slightly, giving him that familiar smug look. "Pretty sure this is your fourth night in a row."

Zoro scoffed, fingers tracing the rim of his cup. "Tch. You wish I was that desperate."

"You wound me, swordsman," you gasped dramatically, pressing a hand to your chest. "And here I thought we were forming a beautiful, booze-filled friendship."

Zoro shook his head, but there was the faintest twitch of amusement at the corner of his lips. "If you keep running your mouth, I might start looking for another bar."

You chuckled, leaning your elbow on the counter. "Yeah? Go ahead. Bet you won’t find another place that can make you forget about your precious sake."

He didn’t respond. He didn’t need to.

You both knew he wasn’t going anywhere.

Something about Zoro fascinated you. Maybe it was the contrast—the roughness of him, the way he carried himself like a warrior through and through, yet still sat here every night, lingering like he had nowhere else he’d rather be.

And, though you wouldn’t admit it outright, you found him... charming.

In his own gruff, quiet way.

The way his eyes followed you as you moved. The way he listened when you spoke, even if he acted like he didn’t care.

The way he never let his drink distract him from you.

You leaned in a little closer, lowering your voice just enough to make it feel like a secret. "You know, for someone who claims they’re not interested, you sure do look like you’re enjoying the view."

Zoro tensed, his grip tightening slightly around his glass.

His eyes flicked to yours, sharp and unreadable.

For a moment, you thought he might deny it. Scoff, roll his eyes, deflect like he always did.

But instead, he said, "Maybe I am." That caught you off guard.

You blinked, a slow grin creeping onto your lips. "Well, well. Look at you, actually admitting something for once."

Zoro just took a sip of his drink, but his gaze never left yours. "Don’t get cocky."

Too late.

The conversation moved on, the bar growing rowdier as the night stretched on. But Zoro wasn’t paying attention to the noise, or the people, or even his drink.

He was watching you.

The way your hands moved effortlessly, mixing, pouring, sliding drinks down the counter with practiced ease. The way you threw back your head when you laughed, unapologetically loud.

The way you leaned in when you talked to him, like it was second nature, like you wanted to be close.

Each night, his obsession grew.

It started off as simple curiosity, but now—it was hunger.

He wanted more.

More of your time. More of your attention.

More of you.

And he was starting to think he’d take it.

••••

The bar was alive with noise—the clinking of glasses, drunken laughter, the occasional outburst from some poor bastard who lost a bet.

But Zoro barely heard any of it.

He was too focused on you.

You were moving through the crowd with effortless ease, sliding drinks across the counter, cracking jokes that had customers roaring with laughter.

You had that insufferable, cocky grin on your face—the one you always wore when you knew you’d gotten under someone’s skin.

And damn it, it worked every time.

Zoro found himself watching the way your fingers moved as you mixed drinks, the precise way you handled each glass, like it was second nature.

The way you leaned in close when someone spoke, giving them your full attention, even when they were drunk off their ass and slurring nonsense.

You were good at this—too good. Too damn captivating.

And that laugh of yours—light, unapologetic, always laced with amusement at your own wit.

It was like an itch under his skin, one he couldn’t scratch.

Luffy was beside him, stuffing his face with whatever food he’d managed to get his hands on, crumbs scattering across the bar top.

Most of the crew were still doing their own thing, chatting with locals, admiring scenery or pathetically flirting with every woman in a 5 mile radius.

But then—something shifted.

Zoro didn’t notice at first, but Luffy had gone quiet.

He was watching him.

Not in his usual careless way, not with that absentminded curiosity he always had when he wasn’t focused on food. No—this was different.

Luffy’s eyes, normally bright with mischief, were unreadable, his face eerily still.

The realization sent a slow chill down Zoro’s spine.

Then, just as you walked away from the bar, Luffy turned to him. "You like Y/n?"

Zoro stiffened. A heavy silence passed between them, the background noise of the bar fading into a dull hum.

He could lie. Could brush it off. Could scoff and tell Luffy to mind his own damn business.

But he didn’t, he couldn't bring himself to lie to his captain. "...Yeah."

Luffy’s expression didn’t change. He just stared, unsettlingly calm. "Do you want Y/n?"

Zoro exhaled slowly, staring down at his half-empty glass.

Did he?

His first instinct was to say no. He wasn’t that kind of man. He didn’t take people, didn’t let his desires dictate his actions.

But the longer he sat with the question, the more it clawed at him.

The way you laughed. The way you looked at him. The way you spoke to him like he was just another guy, not a pirate, not a swordsman, not some wanted criminal.

He was a pirate though.

Pirates took what they wanted.

And he wanted you.

Zoro lifted his gaze, locking eyes with Luffy. His voice was steady, firm. "I do."

For a moment, nothing happened.

Then, Luffy’s lips curled into that wide, familiar grin. "If you want something, you should take it!"

Just like that, his usual energy returned, his eerie stillness vanishing like it had never been there. He clapped a hand on Zoro’s shoulder, grinning like this was the most obvious thing in the world.

"My crew gets whatever they want." His grin widened. "I’ll make sure of it."

Zoro’s grip tightened around his cup, heartbeat thudding in his ears.

Luffy wasn’t just talking about letting him going after you.

He was promising something.

And for the first time, Zoro let the thought settle, let it grow, let it take root.

••••

The night stretched long, and eventually, the last few customers trickled out, their drunken laughter fading into the distance as they stumbled into the night.

You exhaled, rolling your shoulders before reaching for the keys in your pocket. Another good night, another pocket full of berri.

The bar was silent now, save for the quiet clinking of glasses as you tidied up one last time.

You moved on autopilot, wiping the counter down with lazy strokes before finally heading toward the door. The lock clicked into place with a satisfying snap, sealing the building in its usual nighttime solitude.

Stepping out onto the dimly lit streets, you inhaled deeply, the salty sea air filling your lungs.

The cobblestone roads stretched before you, lined with flickering lanterns that cast long, wavering shadows against the alley walls.

For a moment, you just stood there, hands stuffed into your pockets, humming a tune under your breath.

And yet… something felt off.

A prickling sensation crawled up your spine, subtle but persistent. Like the weight of unseen eyes pressing against your back.

You froze, the night air suddenly too cold against your skin.

Your fingers twitched in your pockets, tightening around your keys.

You’re being paranoid, you told yourself. It’s just another quiet night.

You forced a breath, shaking your head. "Don’t be ridiculous, Y/n," you muttered under your breath. "No one’s watching you."

But then—

Footsteps.

Slow. Heavy. Deliberate.

Your stomach twisted.

You stopped walking, straining your ears.

Silence.

Your pulse thudded.

Then, just as you took another cautious step forward—

The footsteps resumed.

Closer this time.

Your breath hitched, heart hammering against your ribs.

You picked up your pace, forcing a laugh in a weak attempt to calm yourself. "Alright, if you’re a robber, just know I’m broke as hell—"

The footsteps sped up.

Panic surged through you like a lightning strike. You bolted.

The world blurred around you as your legs carried you forward on pure instinct.

Your home was just in sight, barely a block away—But then arms wrapped around you.

A strong, unyielding grip yanked you back before you could react. A hand clamped over your mouth, smothering the startled cry that tore from your throat.

You fought.

Your body twisted, legs kicking, fingers clawing at the arm restraining you. But the grip didn’t loosen. If anything, it tightened, pressing you flush against an unmovable chest.

And then—

A voice.

Low. Calm. Familiar.

"You’re safe."

Your breath hitched.

The voice was right by your ear, warm and steady despite the vice-like grip holding you still.

"I’ve got you."

Your body went rigid.

Your eyes widened, the realization slamming into you like a crashing wave.

"Zoro?!" The name came out muffled against his hand, but you knew he heard it.

"Shhh," he murmured, voice smooth, almost soothing. "Don’t struggle."

You did struggle, thrashing as hard as you could, but he barely budged.

"Zoro," you hissed, your voice strained against his palm. "What the hell are you—?"

"I won’t hurt you," he promised, his tone steady, as if that alone was enough to justify this.

Confusion tangled with the terror clawing at your chest.

Your mind spun. Why was he doing this?

You forced yourself to think, to breathe. You had to get free, had to—

But then—Sharp pain.

A precise, practiced pressure against the side of your neck.

The world lurched.

Your limbs went weak, your vision hazy.

Your breath shuddered as a wave of dizziness crashed over you.

"Wha…" Your words slurred, head tilting against Zoro’s shoulder. "The… hell…"

Your fingers twitched uselessly, your body going slack.

The last thing you saw was a flash of green hair, blurred by the darkness creeping into the edges of your vision.

And the last thing you heard—soft, unwavering—

"You’re mine now, Y/n."

Psst, Law has a very cute surprise for you~

luffy + stretching (nsfw)

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it was so easy to lose sight of the fact that luffy was, at his core, a man—he was more than just a myth, or your captain, or even your friend—he was human to the fullest extent, freer in spirit than anyone you've ever known. certain things capture his limited attention span, and he pursues them with his entire being without care or a second thought, and, for better or for worse, his current focus is on you.

wide eyes blown out, he's fascinated by the way he can stretch himself long enough to see the tip of his cock slightly bulging out of your abdomen. more than fully sheathed within your walls, his gaze is glued to your midsection, watching himself inside of you. every so often he glances back up to make sure your face is screwed together in pleasure and not pain, though with the way his length batters your insides, the sensation rides a thin line.

"shishishi—is it a bit too much for you?" he laughs, slowing down the brutal pace of his thrusts as he notices a tear pricking out of the corner of your eye. letting out a sigh, you nod slightly, and he eases the stretch of his cock a bit, giving you a slight reprieve as he bends his neck down to meet your core, licking a warm stripe across your clit that elicits needy whines from your lips; "gonna make ya' feel so good..." he mumbles against you as he continues to fuck into you, his tongue eagerly meeting the roll of your hips.

you weren't sure how long this little fixation of his, his addiction to pulling pleasure out of you, would last, so you soak up every bit of it while you still can. feverishly rocking your hips against his mouth while he fills you up, there's seemingly no start and end to your climax; each time you think you've fall from your high, his cock prods against your sweet spot just right, or his tongue drags across your clit so deliciously that the coil just snaps.

and then he pulls his mouth away, returning to his earlier, harsher pace and stretching out his cock to stuff you to the brim once more, though now you're so soaked that the pain from before barely registers—instead, he grins as you beg him for more.

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