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Is there any way I could repay you?

Pairing(s): Luffy x reader; Zoro x reader; Sanji x reader; Ace x reader; Law x reader Genre: Smut Warnings: This content is for a mature audience Synopsis: Is there any way you could repay them? Author's notes: I love @inseobts layout for their fics so I decided to use something similar. I've never worked with this style, I hope you guys enjoy it. I'm also right around the corner of Marineford and I feel like dying since Ace is my favourite character. So, indulge me. Masterlist If you enjoy my work, please consider buying me a coffee

Luffy

Your fridge broke down a couple of hours ago.

You had tried everything and anything to make it work, but the piece of shit wouldn’t budge (it’s also old af).

On your way to ask anyone if they knew someone who could repair it, you stumbled into the gum boy.

"Oh, hello, neighbour!"

"Oh shit, that sucks, but don't worry, I can fix it. How hard can it be?"

He wouldn’t fix shit, but he would try (or in a stroke of luck he just might).

Let’s say, by some miracle, he does.

You’d spent hours watching him work. He had taken his jacket off, a white tank top underneath.

Getting a little sweaty, tongue poking out in concentration.

You had ogled for a good hour to two, and no, he hadn’t even noticed.

He would groan in frustration when he couldn’t manage to get it to work.

“Stupid, fucking thing.”

You delivered small treats for his trouble: a lemonade, a sandwich, and a bowl of ramen he was craving.

“Fucking finally!”

“Thank you so much, Luffy! Is there any way I can repay you?

Yeah, remember when I said he hadn’t noticed you ogling? Well, he did.

And that’s how you found yourself bent over the kitchen floor, being pounded to the nines, crying out like bitch in heat with a pizza slice resting in your back.

“Fuck, Luffy! Don’t stop, don’t stop." Spit dribbled down your mouth, and your fingers gripped the floor, desperately to hold onto anything that would ground you.

Behind you was Luffy, who panted in between taking bites out of his pizza, “You are so tight.” The grip of his hands on your love handles would surely leave a nasty bruise, but that was the least of your worries.

Zoro

You had just come back from work, the only thing you wanted was to take a shower.

Of course, the fucking thing wasn’t working.

You had tried everything, from hitting it with a hammer to twisting the handles to yelling at it.

No idea how to fucking fix it.

You texted the landlord, but he said he won't be able to fix it until tomorrow.

And you need a shower NOW.

Just when you were to knock on your chef neighbour's door, he appeared.

Sweaty, towel around his neck, and sporting a really tight compression chest. Zoro popped one ear out of his headphones, “Curly brow's not home.”

“Shit, my shower is not working, and I don’t know how to fix it.”

“That’s happened to me before. Let me check it out."

Now you have another issue: the wet patch that formed in your panties after you watched the handyman check out your shower.

His strong back muscles faced you, flexing and moving while inspecting the problem.

He would cuss under his breath and groan every time his methods wouldn’t work.

This angle also gave you a great view of his ass. He had clearly worked for it.

Your head fantasized about what would happen if you were to bend to your knees in front of him, pull his pants down and take his cock in between...

“Shit!” He had fixed it. Water splashed onto your floor, but not before soaking him. If you thought that shirt was already see-through enough...

“Oh god, let me get you a towel.” Or maybe you could dry up the water with your tongue. Everyone wins, right?

“Thank you so much, Zoro! Is there any way I could repay you?”

And that’s how you found yourself just the way you imagined. Choking on his cock, tears running down your face, and gags escaping your throat.

“Yeah, keep sucking that dick”, His hips thrust against your mouth, pushing his member further down, making you gag. Your nails biting the skin of his thighs, trying to balance yourself, but never wanting him to stop. You looked up at him, that lazy smirk and the way his tongue licked his lips made you dizzy.

You sucked your cheeks in, running your tongue against the thick vein that ran down his member. His grip on your hair let you know you were doing something right, "I’m going to ruin you for anyone else, baby.”

Sanji

It was your grandma's birthday tomorrow, so you decided to bake her a cake.

Shit, the fucking oven isn’t turning on.

You have the batter ready to bake it will spoil if you don’t do something about it, right?

Oh, how convenient, your neighbour is a chef.

(Never mind he is blow-minding hot. What? Who said that?)

"Hey, neighbour. I’m so sorry to bother you, but would you mind if I borrow your oven?"

He would never no to a sweet little thing like you, but pushing your tits out as you showed him the ramekin didn’t harm anyone.

Would do all the work for you, even going as far as fixing your recipe.

You watch his hands the entire time.

He had folded his sleeves so you could see the veins that covered his arms.

“Open up, I want to see if it’s sweet enough.”

He pushed the frosting-covered spoon against your lips.

And, gladly, you took it. Looking into his eyes while covering your tongue with the thick substance.

He gulped.

Amazing what watching a man decorate a cake can do for your libido

"There, it is all done for your grandma's birthday." The result was far better than anything you could have ever done.

“Thank you so much, Sanji! Is there any way I could repay you?”

And that’s how you found yourself laying tits up, nipples covered in the leftover frosting and the chef’s head in between your legs.

"Oh, my god, Sanji." He’s got you cross-eyed while his tongue laps against your sweet cunt. His lips wrap around your clit, sucking it and licking it while his fingers piston in and out of your entrance.

He lets out moans and whimpers, you’ve got him pussy drunk, and the only thing on his mind is making you cum again and again on his tongue, “You taste so sweet, mon cœur.”

Ace

Your heater had broken down in the middle of the fucking winter.

No matter how many sweaters and jackets you wore, you still couldn't feel your fingers.

You had messaged your landlord hours ago, but oh, surprise, surprise, he never answered.

You were walking down to the elevator, about to go out and get some hot chocolate, when he saw you.

“Hey, neighbour!” It was minus two fucking degrees outside, but this man was in a tank top and shorts (to be fair, it would be a crime to hide those arms)

“Oh my god, are you okay? Your lips are blue!” “Your heater broke? Maybe I can help!” The optimism and overconfidence run in his family, if you can’t tell.

He took a look at the thing, and Lord knows how, but he melted it.

“Uh, umm, uh...” Indeed.

He spent the next couple of hours trying to fix what he had done on top of the main issue.

He would bite and lick his lips, eyebrows furrowed, focused.

His frustrated groans belonged in a porno.

“Fuck.” He would whisper occasionally.

Like his little brother, Ace would also appreciate the food you’d offer.

“This pie is so good! Did you really bake this?” He licked his thumb, savouring the rest of the sweet filling.

What that mouth do.

You don’t know how or what the fuck he did, but he did fix it.

“There! You stupid shit!”

“Thank you so much, Ace! Is there any way I could repay you?”

And that’s how you found yourself backwards riding his cock on your couch. The cold had abandoned your body, and now you felt like you were burning with his hard chest against your back and his fingers toying with your aching clit.

“Ace!” You moaned his name; it was the only thing that your mouth managed to say. Your brain had turned to mush the second he stuck his dick inside you. His hands pushed your hips up and down; his hips pounded you into oblivion, his dick reaching places your fingers (or frankly, any other dick) never could.

“You like that, baby girl?” He said against your ear, his teeth pulling on your earlobe. He laughed, amused by your cock-drunkenness. He slapped your clit, making you jump and gasp, throwing you over the edge, “You don’t need no heater, baby. I am the heat now.”

Law

You were stupid, and you cut yourself while making a fruit bowl. yeah.

While it wasn’t a deep wound, it did sting, and blood kept coming out.

Trying to be very careful, to not hurt yourself any further or stain even more things.

You bump into him.

First, he looks at you, annoyed and then notices the blood on your hand.

“Tch, that looks bad.” Yeah, you think?

He grabs your hand, carefully, inspecting the cut.

His eyebrows furrowed, twisting your wrist, his skin is a bit rough, and the tattoos in his hands make you want to ask him if he was willing to choke you.

(You had seen this man once or twice in your life, barely knew his name, and already you are thinking about sticking his fingers in your mouth, get yourself together.)

“It’s not that deep, but you might wanna clean it. Come.” Gladly.

And just like that, you were inside this man’s apartment.

Score?

His place smells like a clinic, it’s almost funny the fact he has a penguin and polar bear plush on the couch.

He pulls out his medical kit and begins cleaning the wound. The sudden sting makes you flinch.

“Don’t move.” He commands, and you obey. No idea who this man is, but if he were to ask you to bend over, you probably would. Yeah, common sense leaves the room when it comes to dick. His dick.

“There. Next time, try to pay attention to what you are doing.” Rude... you were listening to a true crime podcast, and it was just getting good.

“Thank you so much, Law! Is there any way I could repay you?”

And that’s how you found yourself, face pressed against the surface of his desk and fingers pumping in and out of your cunt. Your juices are dripping down and wetting every document and book, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

“Law, please, please.” You don’t even know what you are begging for; he’s giving you everything you want, and more. His fingertips brush against the walls inside you, his thumb rubs and plays with your clit, while his other hand spanks you and pushes your head harder against the wood.

He pulls his fingers out for a second, right when he feels you are clenching harder against them, “Quiet now. Don’t want the neighbours knowing how much of a slut the girl next door is.” He spanks your right cheek. Yeah, he isn't letting you cum, at least not right now.

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