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[todomochi-uwu]

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[todomochi-uwu]

could've been him. (4/?) R. Z & P. D. A

Pairing(s): Portgas D. Ace x reader; Roronoa Zoro x reader Genre: Smut, Angst Warnings: This content is for a mature audience Synopsis: "It was Ace. It was always Ace." Author's notes: Hope you enjoy this mess of mine. Thank you, @sister-lucifer, for the gorgeous dividers. Masterlist  If you enjoy my work, please consider buying me a coffee ☕

“How the fuck are you so bad at geography? Nothing moves, you just have to remember where things are.” 

“Shut up. Fucking useless subject with fucking useless countries and useless capitals.” 

"Zoro, you are being asked to point out on the map the country where you live. There’s not an easier question on this test than this one, buddy.” 

He grumbled, too busy cleaning his kendo equipment. “Whatever.” 

“Zoro, Boo, I'm trying to help you, but you are not making it easy." 

He sighed and turned to look at the computer. His hand was now placed next to you, his head almost resting on your shoulder. He was practically embracing you, and your body didn’t know how to handle it. "Okay, what's the next question?" 

Goosebumps covered your neck; his mouth was so close to the skin on it that you could feel his breath. “Umm, uhm, uhh...” 

Get a grip! 

“This one!” You scrolled down, showing another question that he had no clue how to answer. 

“What is the highest mountain in the world? How the fuck am I supposed to know?” 

“Zo, a child would know this, come on.” 

“The fuck they would!” He came even closer. His chest was now resting against your back, pushing you forward. While he believed that if he looked harder at the question, he might find the answer. You thought you were about to pass out on the keyboard. 

One might think that after fourteen years of friendship, you wouldn’t be affected by Zoro's physical presence. Still, the last couple of months have turned you into a complete mess. Between the constant heartache that Ace left behind and the headache that Zoro gave you, you were in an endless abyss of emotional wreckage. For once in a decade, you had to acknowledge the elephant in the room. The thing you had always avoided, your feelings for Zoro. 

They had been there, hiding in a corner, outshone by Ace's presence in your heart. No one could blame you; it was Ace; it had always been Ace. But, at the back of your head, in some way, it had also always been Zoro. 

“Hey.” He whispered in your ear, pulling you out of your thoughts and making you jump, “I’m getting hungry, you feel like eating Chinese food?” 

“Do you want to go back to my place? I think we can get some food on the way. Is Chinese okay?” It’s amazing how Ace still manages to sour your thoughts, like a permanent stain of that night. 

“Umm, no but, how about wings?” You fear that if a single pork dumpling touches your tongue, you might throw up just from the memory of him. It wasn’t rational, you knew, but you also couldn’t help it. 

"Anything good with beer is good with me." He said while placing an order, "Done." 

“You didn’t even ask me what I wanted.” You whined. 

“Because you always order the same thing.” Zoro might not know about countries, but he knew your order, no matter the restaurant, no matter the menu.  

Three beers and two boxes of wings and fries later, and somehow, you were drunk. 

“You are such a lightweight," Zoro said, gulping down his sixth bottle. 

“I’m not, you are just an alcoholic.” You slurred while eating the now-cold leftovers. “Hey, when are the boys coming back?” 

“They aren’t. Usopp is at Franky's, Sanji went to visit Zeff, and Luffy is with his...” He stopped there.  

“Ah.” You knew what he was about to say.  

Zoro might not be drunk, but he sure is tipsy. And tipsy Zoro lets his mouth speak his thoughts, at least a bit more than sober Zoro does. 

“You miss him?” 

“Huh?” You raise your head to look at him, the cap of a pen stuck to your cheek. 

“You still miss him? Ace. Do you miss him?” He had to know; he just had to. 

“I..., I don’t know actually.” You pulled on the ends of your hair, trying to gather your thoughts, “I mean, I spent my entire life in love with him, y’know? But, since that night, everything I knew changed.” 

He hummed. 

“I miss the idea I had of him. I miss the Ace who would take care of me, the one who would push me on the swings, and who would clean my bruised knees. I miss the Ace fifteen-year-old me loves. Hell, I miss Ace as Luffy’s older brother.” You took another sip of beer, “I miss the Ace before that night..., but I know that Ace is the same one who told me he didn’t see a future with me.” 

It was stupid, Zoro knew that, but he couldn’t help but feel jealous of the way you talk about Ace. Even with the way he broke your heart, there was love in your words and your tone.  

“I think he carved me in a way I’ll never be able to erase; he left a hole in my chest I have yet to know how I’ll heal.” 

“He doesn’t define you or who you are.” 

“Oh, I know that. But he’ll always be a part of me. And that doesn’t bother me, Zo, just like you are.” 

“What part am I?” 

You smiled at him, “You are my best friend, the guy who never judges me, the one who needs me to take him everywhere cause if I don’t, he’ll surely get lost,” you giggled when he rolled his eyes, “the guy who I can always count on being completely honest, even if it sometimes hurts, the guy who I always come back to at the end of the day.”  

He gave you a light smile, but it quickly turned into a frown. "Am I just that?” 

“What? Zo, you are important to me, you are...” He cut you off. 

“What if I want to be him?” 

You were speechless, “Zo.” 

“What if I want to be the one who protects you, who tends to your wounds...” He was having a hard time opening up, not wanting to say more than he should, but if he did, he would blame it on the alcohol, "What if I want more?" 

Your mouth kept opening and closing. All air had abandoned your lungs, which were crying to be aided. Your entire body had gone into shock; your brain scrambled for a response. 

Zoro avoided looking you in the eyes. He hated being so open, so vulnerable, but he hated being a coward even more. And if he didn’t allow himself to ask, he would regret it. Fourteen years were enough for him to know that. 

“Say something.” 

“I, I didn’t know... I, you...” 

You both heard the front door slam. 

"Hey! You ordered wings without me?!" Luffy is home.  

After that night, both of you had gone back to the way you were, neither daring to talk about what happened. And while words may not come out of your mouth, there’s always another means of communication. Stares that last a second too long, lingering touches, “accidental” brushes and acts of service. 

You’ve had a shitty night and an even shittier morning. Not being able to fall asleep led to waking up for class, which led to no breakfast (most importantly, no coffee), which led to no energy, and you almost faceplanting on the subway. Arriving five minutes late, dishevelled and with dry spit on your cheek, wasn’t winning you any points with a professor who already hated you. Why are filler courses’ teachers always the shittiest? 

You slammed your head against the desk the second the professor turned around. Maybe if you were discreet enough, you could bang your head to death without disturbing the class? 

“You okay?" You heard Zoro grunt. Oh, right, that's why you chose this course. 

“Shitty morning.” You grunted back. 

You were about to fall asleep when he pressed something cold against your cheek, pulling you back to reality. “Drink this.” 

It was an energy drink. You were quick to gulp it down. What’s a few heart palpitations? “Mocha? You don’t like chocolate.” 

He shrugged, “Just wanted to try a new flavour.”  

It was like he always knew what you needed. He always knew how to make your heart flutter, even if you wouldn’t admit it out loud.  

The six of you were sitting around Usopp’s coffee table (which, by the way, was hanging on by a nail, but still hanging on thanks to him “repairing” it) playing a board game. The Xbox had broken down a week before, thanks to Luffy’s and Zoro’s constant competitiveness and a large bottle of soda. 

"Damn, Zoro, you suck at Life." Luffy giggled. 

"It's because he keeps getting lost," Sanji added, laughing in between the smoke. 

“Shut the fuck up!” The marimo said, throwing the dice. He grabbed his game piece and started moving it. 

Nami groaned, "My god, Zoro, the other way, the other way!" She took the little green man and put him in the place it was supposed to be. 

“Whatever.” He leaned back on the couch and closed his eyes, muttering under his breath, “Stupid ass game.” 

You giggled while looking at him. He opened one eye to glare at you, but the side of his mouth went up. You could barely see it, but it was there. Neither of you looked away, enjoying the comfort of each other's eyes. 

"It's your turn," Usopp called you out. 

"Oh, right!" You threw the dice, not really caring about the result. Your cheeks and ears are drowning in shame. Nami is looking at you with an arched brow, asking silently, "What the hell was that?” Yet, she knew exactly what it was. If only you knew it yourself. 

And all that was nice, but in the end, being too fearful of what the other might say, what the other might regret, all that cowardice led you right to this moment.  

“What do I do?" you panicked. 

“I thought you had him blocked.” Zoro's eyebrows furrowed. 

“I, I did.” You stuttered. 

“So?” 

"I unblocked him a few days ago. I thought of checking his messages." 

“Why?” His tone was accusatory. 

“It was a moment of weakness, Zo.” You explained, but it only made you feel guilty. 

“A moment of weakness, of course.” He repeated your words, shaking his head. 

“Zo…” 

“Answer him, you clearly want to do it.” He took your empty mug and put it in the sink, then left, slamming the door. 

Your eyes fixate on the door for a couple of seconds, trying to process what just happened, but the phone in your hands won't stop ringing. Should you? 

Fuck. Nami is going to kill you. 

“Hello?” 

“You answered, I didn’t think you would.” 

“What do you want, Ace?” 

“I need to see you, I'm dying without you. Please, please let me explain myself to you.” 

“It's been a long fucking time to decide you want me, hasn't it?” 

"Love, I've been trying to reach you since you left that night." 

“Don't.” 

“I swear, babe. You can ask Luffy or Nami, but they wouldn't let me in; they said you needed space." 

“Don't you dare try and blame them. You were the one who decided to fuck me and then throw me away.” 

The phone went silent for a few seconds. "Is that really what you think I did?" 

"It's exactly what you did." 

He sighed, “I know I fucked up, and I'm not asking for forgiveness or a second chance. Just hear me out, okay? If after that you don't want anything to do with me, I'll understand and stay away from you. No matter how much it kills me.” 

You hesitated, “I don’t know, Ace.” 

“One coffee, that’s all I’m asking for.” 

"It's kind of fucked up that you are confiding this in me just so Nami doesn't kill you. Shit, she might even kill me if she finds out I knew about this." 

“I’m so sorry, Usopp, but I need someone to tell me I'm not crazy for doing this.” 

"You are not crazy. Hell, you spent a decade in love with this guy, but" he scratched the back of his head, "I thought you were finally moving on." 

"I don't know what I'm feeling, Usopp." You sat next to him on the bed, shoving your face in between your hands, frustrated, "Is it fucked up that part of me still wants to be with him?" 

"It's not, I'm not sure I would do anything different if I were in your shoes." He stroked your back in circles, reassuring you, "What about Zoro?" He now whispered. 

“What about him?” You looked at him, trying to act clueless. 

“You are not fooling anyone, Y/n. There’s something there and you know it.” 

“It's always been Ace, Usopp.” 

“We both know you are lying.” 

And yeah, you were lying. That’s why you were standing in front of his room, contemplating what to do and what to say. You knew how Zoro could get; he was angry and hurt, and you couldn’t blame him. But would he even let you in? 

“Hey, Zo. Can we talk?” 

It is truly amazing how things can change in just a day. Yesterday, things may have been weird, but you still had Zoro, your best friend, your confidant, and the man who had you in a constant state of turmoil. Now, he was right in front of you, not saying a word, trying to avoid you at all costs, dismissing how you were crying out for him. 

“Can you talk to me? Please, Zoro, please.” 

He didn’t look at you, he just kept gathering his things, “I’m late.” 

“You are really not going to say anything.” 

“I don’t have anything to say.” 

"For once in your life, can you please tell me what’s going on in your head? About what you feel.” 

He continues packing his stuff. 

“Zoro.” 

“No. What’s the point? You are going back to him. No matter what I do or what I say. Because it’s Ace.” 

“That’s not true.” 

“But it is. And I’m done.” 

“Zoro, I need you to talk to me.”  

But he ignored you. He was completely closed off. This is how he reacts every time his feelings are put on the line. He can’t be honest with himself, let alone with you. 

“You can do whatever you want.” He walked past you, ready to leave the apartment and the conversation. 

“Is that all you have to say? Is that what you want? Even when I poured my heart out for you?” Your heart broke with every word; sadness was being taken over by anger.  

His head was crying out for him to believe you, to tell you what he’s been craving, to beg for you to not meet up with Ace, to put him first. But he’ll never allow himself to let out those thoughts, so he just left. Abandoning you and the chance of, for once, being the one in your head and heart. 

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[todomochi-uwu]

sweet as sugar, daddy.

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: Living the sugar baby dream Author's notes: I can't believe this took me a fucking month. Enjoy these sugar daddies!

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Luffy 

He’s a very famous Twitch streamer; it makes sense, right? He’s funny, a good gamer, hot, oblivious to standard social cues, the usual. 

He has everything he wants, but something is missing. He’s tried dating, but nothing has really come out of it. 

“Why don’t you try getting a sugar baby?” Nami suggests, clearly, as a joke. 

But wait a sec. Yeah, why doesn’t he get a sugar baby? He’s got the money, time, and initiative. What else does it take? 

You met through a dating app that Nami had to help him look for. In your profile picture, you're wearing a low-cut tank top at a café, surrounded by desserts, and your bio mentions that you like dogs, food, and adventures. Also, no perverts, only serious deals. 

Well, he likes the same things, he’s not a pervert, and he’s serious about this. 

To be honest, he doesn’t quite understand what a sugar baby is. In his mind, a girlfriend and a sugar baby are the same thing, just with a cuter name. 

Any kind of debt? He pays. Need a new phone? He pays. Need new clothes? He pays. Don’t need anything? Still, he pays. 

“Lu, I need...” “Here’s my credit card.” 

Loves having you on his channel, sitting on his lap while he plays. People in the comments ask a lot of questions, but he doesn’t answer any of them. He’s just happy that you’re here. 

Shows you the games he likes, even if you are bad at them. He enjoys watching you play. Gifts you the Mangas he’s reading and loves hearing your opinions on them.  

Remember I said he doesn’t understand social cues? Welp. 

Your relationship quickly turns sexual. Luffy doesn’t really know how to keep his hands to himself. “Hey, do you ever touch yourself?” You choke on your salad. 

He loves watching you masturbate. 

Riding him on his gaming chair while he’s playing seems to be his favourite thing to do. 

Him eating you out as soon as you walk into his apartment (you are now one of his favourite meals; always hot and ready). 

You never speak about it, but your little arrangement turns into an actual relationship.  

“Shh, sweets. You need to calm down, they're gonna find out.” He whispered in your ear while you sat down on his lap. 

Luffy was streaming a new popular horror game. He had asked you to join him and you were happy to do it. He just had a small request. 

“Hey, can we do that thing we tried last week?”  

And that’s how you ended up sitting on his lap, dick impaling you and you trying your hardest not to moan every time he moved. 

Luffy laughed with the scare jumps, moved around when reading comments and couldn’t seem to stay put to save his life (or your digital footprint). At some point you began suspecting he was doing it on purpose, the way his hands would run down your thighs, his hips would move against yours, pushing his cock against your spot and how he would leave small kisses on the back of your head. 

“You’ve been awfully quiet, baby. Are you having fun?” He said as his hand went under your skirt, his fingers quick to find your clitoris and toy with it. The camera couldn’t see what he was doing, but your face said everything. 

Zoro 

He owns a bar. Loving sake and getting drunk really pays off, right? (Drink responsibly). 

He’s a hot-headed, cynical, moody asshole, but goddamn if he isn’t so fucking hot. Along with the fact that he’s older and swimming in cash? Sign me the fuck up. 

It should be easy for him to get whoever he pleases, but let’s face reality. This man doesn’t know how to get pussy and he’s not learning anytime soon.  

Nami must be a saint to be helping all these desperate ass men. But now he’s got you and doesn’t have a clue as to what to do. 

Dates? Um, sure, does hanging out at the gym or his bar count? No? Well, shit, what else is he supposed to do? 

Nami said he should give you his credit card, so he did that and called it a day. No questions asked, he’s not really interested in what you are doing with the money. Though he will get a bit excited whenever he sees you wearing something he can recognise the charge for on his card. 

Zoro is a simple yet complicated man. He won’t be an overly affectionate or needy sugar daddy, but he’s always present. He’s also a private man, so he’ll appreciate it if you keep your relationship on the downlow. 

Makes you call him at the end of the day and listens to you ramble about whatever subject is on your mind, though he doesn’t say much. Whenever you show him what you bought on your shopping spree, he makes sure to pay extra attention if it comes to lingerie and jewellery; makes sure you take care of yourself, no injuries untreated or empty bellies on his watch. 

He would never be the first to make a move when it comes to being sexual. Not that it doesn’t cross his mind, but the last thing he wants is to make you uncomfortable.  

But he’s a man, a possessive man, and one of the guys he calls a friend is a whore (ahem, Sanji), so it’s safe to say you end up with your guts rearranged and your thighs burning, core crying on the chef’s kitchen bar. And he feels so damn proud of himself.  

It’s amazing how things can change in just a couple of minutes. One moment, you were sitting in Sanji’s living room, he was praising your beauty and eagerly listening to whatever came out of your mouth, his hands caressing yours and you thinking how nice Zoro’s friends were. And the next moment, as soon as Sanji excused himself to take a call, your back was pressed against the kitchen’s bar and your head hanging off the edge with your sugar daddy’s head in between your legs. 

“Zoro... fuck, Zoro we are going to get caught.” Your lips said something, but your hands pushing him closer to your core said something else. His fingers pushed on your clit while his tongue fucked you, your juices falling on the chef’s floor. He was being sloppy, rough and the slurps he made had you clenching your thighs around his head. 

He groaned against your cunt, “He can watch for all I care. Fucking perv cook messing with what’s mine.” He’s nowhere near done. 

Sanji 

He’s a Michelin chef with multiple restaurants around the world. You know the drill. 

He’s got fame, money, and looks. 

But he can’t get a woman to save his life. Too intense, too desperate, too needy, too much. 

If Luffy (and fucking Zoro) can get himself a sugar baby, why can’t he do the same? (He’ll ask, and practically beg, Nami to help him. If she did it for Luffy, why not for him? Yeah, now he owes her.) 

That’s how you end up with this man. And you really can’t complain. 

Handsome, elegant, obsessed with you and made of money. What else could you ask for? 

You are the first to try his new recipes and techniques; your opinion is really important to him. 

He’s a sucker for you the second he sees you. Will bend over backwards just to keep you happy. Expensive clothes, the finest jewellery, trips to places you’ve never even dreamed of. 

Sanji is not hard to please; your existence keeps him satisfied. But... you know, a girl’s got needs. He may act all high and mighty around his friends, but you know better. You’ve got him on his knees, literally. 

He lives to please you, in and out of the sheets. 

You like head? Good, because he loves giving it. This man could live the rest of his days between your legs and die happy. Day or night, before or after work, in public or private; you can be sure he’ll eat you out and have you crying on his tongue in just a couple of minutes. 

Are you more of a top or a bottom? Don’t worry, he’s a switch. Whether you feel like crying from stimulation or making him beg for more, he’s there to indulge you in all and every single way you can imagine. 

But beware, you might or might not fall in love while getting your guts rearranged, but I can assure you he will fall head over heels for you the second he gets a taste of your sweet body, no doubt. 

Right now, your head could only process two things, how you were stuck in the traffic on the back of Sanji’s car, and how good his cock felt inside you. You lost count of how many times you’ve cum. Is it five or six? His head is on your neck, leaving small hickies and kisses on your skin, making sure to mark you as his. His thrusts are relentless and rough, completely contrary to the sweet words he whispers against your mouth. 

“You are taking me so well, princess.” His hands pushed you up and down his shaft, juices oozing out and covering the leather seats. His tip pushed against all the right places, making tears spill out of your eyes and your skin crawl from the overstimulation. 

Your eyes were at the back of your head, your tongue lolled out of your mouth, his name all came out of you, “Sanji! Oh my god, Sanji! Too much!” 

“Shh, sweetheart, the chauffeur might hear you.” 

Ace 

He’s the CFO at Whitebeard’s company. Truly a nepo baby, but he is sure to earn his position. Which leaves him little to no time for dating, socialising, or existing. But he’s okay with it... right? 

Amazing how Whitebeard is the one who helps him get laid. Truly shameful his old man is getting more pussy than him (it makes him want to puke just thinking about it), also makes him wonder, how does the old man know how to get a sugar baby? Yeah, that’s a question he doesn’t want the answer to. 

He’s a confident man, so he makes you feel secure the first time you meet. He’s not cold or distant whatsoever, but fierce and sure of what he wants and needs. He knows his way with words and makes sure to fluster you every chance he gets.  

Thank God, Mr. Newgate had already warned you about his “sleep attacks” cause having to save a man from choking on a plate of mashed potatoes in the middle of a first date is not your definition of ideal. 

Ace is too hot, too charming and too generous as a sugar daddy. Gold, rare trinkets and gifts that are way too expensive, and way too big flood your apartment in mere weeks. 

Clothes, jewellery, bags, fuck it, even puppies, show at your door with just a call. 

Likes showing you off, so he takes you everywhere he can, and introduces you as ‘his girl’ (man got me on my fucking knees with the bare minimum.) 

He takes you out on creative and adventurous dates, so be prepared for anything. From fucking rock climbing to taking you to the opening of new club. But he’ll slow down if you feel like it’s too much. 

You have him wrapped around your finger; he’ll worship the ground you walk on. It amuses Whitebeard to see his son stay put and be compliant for once in his life. 

Just as his brother, Ace doesn’t really care about the difference between an actual girlfriend and a sugar baby; you are his and he will claim you as such. 

“Such a nice view, isn’t it, baby?” Tits pressed against the window of his office, staring at the starry sky and the bright city. You could barely keep your eyes open, his cock kept bullying your cervix with every thrust, making your legs tremble. 

His hands were holding you up, his nails biting so hard into your skin that they will surely leave marks. His hips slamming against your plush bottom and his balls slapping on your clit again and again. “Fuck, angel you are squeezing me so fucking tight.” His palm smacked your ass, “cum again for me. Fuck, come on, baby.” 

“Daddy!” Your core clenched desperately, the knot on your tummy threatened to snap any second now, and just like that, juices spilt violently out of you, splashing your thighs, his and the floor. 

“Good fucking job, sweetheart!” He moaned behind you. You expected him to slow down, but even if you had just cum, he didn’t plan on stopping.  

Law 

He’s a brilliant surgeon. All his work and effort have paid off, even if it meant sacrificing his youth. He feels fulfilled in every aspect of his work life. 

But what about the rest of his life? 

He’s tired of people asking him why he won’t bring anyone to the charity galas and events, and he’s even more tired of people coming and flirting with him. 

He's tried dating, but he can’t flirt or even follow a conversation. Those are things they don’t teach you at med school. 

One day, while doomscrolling on his phone, he comes across an ad for a sugar baby dating app. He’s quick to dismiss it, thinking that it’s for desperate people. The next day, he signed up. Meets a couple of people, but none of them catch his attention, and he’s really close to giving up. When he comes across your profile. 

Now you are at his side at every event, and he’s content. No one’s bothering him with questions or measly romantic approaches, and he’s got an arm candy. Life is good. 

He sees your relationship as a business transaction; you get what you want, and in return, he doesn’t have to go out and make a fool of himself. Everybody wins. 

He pays debts, buys whatever you want, and more. 

He’s not so present in the beginning because of work, and because he’s still getting the hang of being in this kind of relationship, or any relationship, for that matter. 

Likes to think you were the one to fall first, but it’s a lie; he did. And he fell even harder. 

It was slow and he kept denying himself, but everyone could see through his bullshit. The way he made time for you, cutting down on his work and research hours, answering texts, buying random things that reminded him of you (he’ll claim you asked for them and just forgot about it.) 

He wishes he had confessed his feelings in a different way, but Law is cold, calculating and professional in his field, so it also transfers to his personal life. Yet, at the end of the day, he’s still a man. A man who likes to get his dick wet. 

Visits to the doctor have never been more fulfilling. Law had asked you to meet him at his office so you guys could have lunch together, since the last days he’d been too busy to see you. He was tired and stressed, but the second he saw you it was like all that had melted away. He recognised the clothes you were wearing, a tight, really short dress you’d bought last time you went out, a nice pair of shoes and the very expensive bag he’d given you for your birthday. 

In the blink of an eye, he had you against the bookshelf of his office. His cock reaching deep into your pussy and his lips attached your nipple, his thrusts were unforgiven and lacked rhythm. He felt like a horny teenager all over again. 

“Holy shit, Law.” You tried to keep quiet, not wanting any patients or any other doctors to hear you. But Law was fucking you without a single care. 

Books flew down to the ground, along with some frames, but nothing made him stop, “fuck, love. You feel so fucking good.” He moaned against your skin.  

[todomochi-uwu]

no longer him. (3/?) P. D. A. & R. Z.

Pairing(s): Portgas D. Ace x reader; Roronoa Zoro x reader Genre: Smut, Angst Warnings: This content is for a mature audience Synopsis: "It was Ace. It was always Ace." Author's notes: Two updates in a week? Wow, couldn't be me. I'm trying. Also, thank you @sister-lucifer for the gorgeous dividers. Masterlist  If you enjoy my work, please consider buying me a coffee ☕

How does one move on from the love of their life? To throw away years and years of love seemed, and felt, almost illegal. How did you ever exist without him? Did you ever? How were you supposed to close the door on you two? Right when you had just opened it.  

Everything was blurry since that night. You don’t remember how you made it back home; you barely remember the conversation you had with Zoro. Sanji called a cab. Nami and Usopp running around trying to find Luffy so you can leave. Zoro stands next to you outside, an arm wrapped around your shoulder, his jacket covering you. 

Back at the boys’ apartment, Zoro and Nami refused to leave your side, comforting you as best as they could, but you wouldn’t talk, completely spaced out. You couldn’t focus on what they said or who was at the door. It had been almost twenty-four hours since the incident, but you were still there. 

You felt Nami getting up and later heard people screaming, and a bang on the door. 

“Nami, please, I need to see her!” A familiar voice begged behind the door. 

“Fuck off!” 

“I’m not leaving until I see her!” 

“Then you can die out there for all I care.” 

“Y/n, please hear me out!” 

Zoro kissed your forehead before leaving. Your head couldn’t register what was going on between the lack of sleep, meals, and the heartache, you could barely remember your name. 

He opened the door once again and closed it behind him. A very rough-looking Ace in front of him, bags under his eyes, lips pale and bloody, hair greasy. “You need to leave.” 

“Zoro, please, please, I’m begging you.” 

“Leave.” 

“No, you don’t understand.” 

“I think I do. Leave,” 

They stared at each other. 

“I know you are in love with her.” 

“Not like I’ve been trying to hide it.” 

“I’m not giving up on her.” 

“I don’t care what you do, Ace.” 

With that, he closed the door. 

Nami held you in her arms as you hopelessly sobbed in her chest. Her heart breaks with every tear you spill. She didn't know what to say, so she hugged you tighter. Sanji put a glass of water on the bedside table, frustrated with the idea of being unable to do more. Usopp and Luffy sat on the floor, looking at the floor, not knowing what to do but offering their silent support. Then, there was Zoro, who was leaning against the wall next to the bed. He was fuming; the grip on his arms tightened with every sob you let out. 

“Shh, I know, baby, I know.” 

“I thought,” sob, “I thought he wanted me.” 

“So did I, bub, so did I.” 

"He said he loved me." You cried even harder, the memory knotting your stomach, making you hurt deep and loud. 

“I'm sorry.” She whispered against your hair. 

Sanji sat on the bed, stroking your head softly. "My love, you have to eat something. You haven't had a real meal in three days." 

You shook your head, “I feel like dying.” 

The heart in his eyes broke even more, “I know, sweetheart, but I'm not going to let you starve yourself.” He got up, already thinking about your comfort foods. “Zoro, come give me a hand.” 

The marimo followed him without saying anything else. 

Sanji grabbed a tall pot and a pan, planning on making your favourite type of ramen for everyone. He began taking things out of the fridge, “You are angry.” 

Zoro scoffed, "Aren't you too?" 

"Oh, believe me, two seconds ago, I was thinking about how to hide a body." He grabbed an onion and started chopping it expertly, "but you've been angry for a while, haven't you? Since that night." 

He stayed silent. 

“Are you ever going to tell her?” 

“None of your damn business.” 

"I'm not saying you should do it right now. Of course not. That would be fucked up." He turned the stove on to fry garlic, ginger, and chopped onion, "But eventually you should. Don't make the same mistakes he did." 

"What's up with him?" Izou said looking at Ace, who was banging his head against the table. 

"He fucked up everything with the girl he likes and doesn't know what to do to fix it." Marco put his hand in between the wood and his friend's forehead so he would stop hurting himself. 

“Do I know her?” Izou took a sip of his drink. 

“Yeah, she's one of Luffy's friends.” 

“Ah, the redhead? Thought she was a lesbian?” 

“No, the other girl.” 

“Oh,” his eyes widened in surprise, “Oh! The one with the guard dog?” 

Ace gave him an equally confused look, “She doesn't have a dog.” 

He giggled, "No, no, it's an inside joke we have at the café. See, every time she comes there's always a guy with her. He doesn't speak to anyone, but her, or your brother's friends; he gives you a nasty look if you look or talk to her for too long; he's always trailing behind her. He looks like a very feral, lost puppy." He took another sip before continuing, "I thought he was her boyfriend. I didn't know you two had a thing." 

Marco looked at Ace, whose face had turned sour. "Any idea of who he might be?" 

“Is his hair green?” 

“Yup.” 

“Fuck.” He banged his head even harder, “that's Zoro.” 

“And we are worried about Zoro?” 

“That's her best friend, but he's always been in love with her. It's obvious to everyone, but her.” 

“And? You think he'll try something.” 

“Yeah.” His throat went dry and the knot in his stomach grew even bigger. The idea of losing you after just being able to be with you made him want to rip his insides out. 

"Why don't you try to talk to your brother? He might be able to help." 

“I mean, I can talk to her, but do you think it’s a good idea?” Luffy's mouth was stuffed with a combination of meatballs, spaghetti, sauce and garlic bread. Taking him to an Italian place might not been the best idea... or any food place whatsoever, but Ace wanted the best chance he could get.  

“I know I fucked up, but I just want to make everything right, and...” 

Luffy gulped everything down and cut off his older brother, “And how would you do that?” 

“I, um..., I...” Yeah, he hadn’t thought about that. 

"You don’t know how. So, you’ll just end up apologizing, rambling and hurting her even more. I can’t stop you from trying but think about it. Can you give her what she wants? Does she even want you anymore? Do you know that for sure? Cause I don’t." Luffy said pointing at him with a piece of meat in his fork before shoving it in his mouth. 

Ace had never seen her brother this serious, Luffy was always laughing, messing around and causing trouble for himself and the people around him, but this time he had barely seen him even blink. 

... 

“How's she doing?” 

"Nami got her to go out yesterday, Sanji is taking care of her meals and vitamins, Usopp is helping with her homework, and Zoro has been keeping her company twenty-four-seven." 

Ace went silent for a second, he knew it was selfish and stupid, but his heart couldn't but clench when he heard about Zoro, “good.” 

“They are not fucking if that's what you are worried about.” 

“Luffy…” 

“Zoro is not that kind of guy, even if he's in love with her he wouldn't try anything when she's this vulnerable.” 

“I don't deserve her.” 

“Yes, you do, Ace… well, you did. You have to stop letting your insecurities get the best of you.” He gulped down another spoonful of food, “You end up acting like a fucking idiot.” A small drop of sauce landed on his brother's face. 

Ace waited like he'd been asked, almost two months since the last time you talked. He wanted to give you space, he really did, but every time he opened his phone, he was desperate to see a notification from you. On Instagram, he would check for any updates, any mention, photo, tag, absolutely anything. Nami and Sanji were quick to block him the second they found out about what he had done; Luffy hadn't, thankfully, (for obvious reasons), but the only things he posted were food pics and memes that only he understood; Usopp posted about technology and memes (that only Luffy understands); Zoro never posted anything.  

He manifested with all his heart a message, a call, a fuck you, anything. His thumb hovered over your number, but he didn't dare, the “My Princess” contact remained untouched. 

Memories came back to haunt him, the good and the bad, and for a second, he relished the moments when he had you. The feeling of your body against him, you in his arms, looking at him in a way he had only dreamt of, letting him in not only into your body but your heart. He remembered the way you'd trace shapes in his chest while cuddling, the way you'd cover his face in sweet, small kisses and the nonsense you used to talk about. 

It's the fact that he could be himself with you, not having to hide anything, you knew him since day one and had fallen in love with all of his flaws. Everything was simple next to you, it made sense. 

He was standing behind you, surrounding you with his arms while you cooked, "I should be the one cooking for you." He placed a small kiss on the back of your neck. 

"No offence, boo, but if it were up to you, we'd be living off instant rice, frozen vegetables and pork chops with soy sauce." 

“Are you saying you don't like my signature dish?” 

“Not my favourite thing about you.” You said while stirring the pot. 

He turned you around, pushing you away from the stove and into him, “What's your favourite thing about me?” 

“Mm let's see. I love how silly you are.” 

“Mm, I'm not sure how good that is.” 

“I like it. I love how brave and selfless you are.” You kiss his jaw, “How good of a big brother you are.” 

He just smiled. 

“I love your smile, your laugh.” You continue kissing him, “I love your kisses, the way you make everything seem easy. The way you take care of me I love.” You pushed your face against his chest, “I love your man boobs.” 

He cackled, "They are not man boobs!" 

“Yes, they are. And I love them.” You placed a kiss on each. “I love the fire you always carry inside of you.” You gave him a peck. 

Ace took your chin between his fingers, prolonging the kiss. 

“I love the way you fu…” He cut you off, his ears bright red. 

“Okay, that's enough from you, missy.” He said carrying you back to the bedroom. 

You laughed, punching his back, “Ace! The food!” 

“I have something else in mind I'd rather eat.” 

“You are such a cheater!” You shoved him playfully. 

“I am not; you just suck at Mario Kart.” He said in between laughs. 

You threw the controller at the couch, in defeat, “Whatever, I'm not the sociopath who plays as furry Mario.” 

“I just clicked random, you aren't any better, who the fuck likes Toad?” 

“Excuse me?!” 

But his thoughts went back to that night, how he freaked out; how he said things he didn't mean before running away. 

"We are having fun. Why do we have to ruin it with labels?"  

“I love you, isn't that enough?” 

“I'm just not ready for that kind of commitment.” 

He felt like throwing up with every word that went out of his mouth. It wasn't the alcohol in his veins or the dizziness of the night. It was him, him and his anxiety, him and his cowardness. He wanted to beat himself to death, but Marco wouldn't let him. "Man up and deal with the consequences of your actions," he said, "and take a shower for god's sake." 

Zoro put a cup of warm matcha in front of you, a black iced coffee in front of him. You took it but didn't drink, just tracing the border with your finger. "You remember that summer we went to Sanji's beach house?" 

He simply hummed. 

“You remember how Luffy and Usopp had a fight and were throwing each other rocks?” 

“And how they broke Zeff's kitchen window and made them work to pay for it? Of course.” 

You giggled quietly, only to yourself, then bit your lip in thought. "Sometimes I miss those days." You took a sip of the warm drink, "everything seemed… easier." 

He didn’t say anything, just kept staring at you. 

“Do you miss it?” 

“Sometimes, but I don't tend to dwell on things like that.” 

“Of course,” you smiled at him. “You know, Zo? Matcha reminds me of you.” 

“Matcha tastes like shit.” 

"No, it doesn't!", you defended your drink, "it's earthy, a bit bitter, but in a nice way. It's nice hot, it's nice cold. You can sweeten it or make it creamier, but it stays true to itself. It wakes me up, comforts me. It's green like you," he huffed and laughed, shaking his head while looking away, not knowing where you were going with the analogy, "I might change my order sometimes, try chai or mocha, but in the end, I always come back to matcha." 

Zoro might be oblivious to some things, never understanding social queues or norms, but right now, he understood the heartbeats that echoed in his ears, the dryness in his mouth, and how taken aback he was. He was at a loss for words. Did you mean…? 

You looked each other in the eyes, blush covering your faces, but neither of you dared say anything. Zoro’s mouth kept opening and closing, but nothing came out of it. His, for once, hesitant hands slowly reached out for yours… 

The table shook, making your phone and both of you jump, pulling you out of the moment. You grabbed it, checking who dared commit such an act. The colour in your face vanished, your hands trembled and the, oh so familiar, feeling of crying your heart out returned. 

“It’s Ace.” 

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Pairing(s): Luffy x reader; Zoro x reader; Sanji x reader; Ace x reader; Law x reader Genre: Smut, angst Warnings: This content is for a mature audience Synopsis: The flesh is weak, and you are even weaker for him. Author's notes: I finished Marineford, and I feel like dying, so you might notice my love for Ace through this text. I'm thinking about writing a second part, but I'm not sure. Would you guys like a part two? Partially inspired by Already over by Sabrina Carpenter, hence the name of this work. Masterlist If you enjoy my work, please consider buying me a coffee

Luffy 

You broke up with him, and it killed you, but you must face the truth: He's still too immature for a serious relationship. He isn’t what you need right now. 

The idea of you not being in his life doesn’t make sense to him. 

“Can we, at least, be friends?” “Maybe in the future, Luffy.” “Like, in a week?” 

Pushing you out of his routine is something he can’t seem to do. 

“Hey! Are we still on for dinner on Friday?” “Luff, we are broken up.” “Is that a no?” 

Sends you constant TikTok videos and memes that remind him of you. You try not to answer but can’t help but see them. 

Moving on from him is a nightmare cause he’s always there. 

It takes something to have reality hit him. 

“Oh, look at this photo Y/n posted!” He showed Usopp your profile. A thread of photos you had posted last night. The first one of you with chopsticks on your nose. The next one mid mid-bite. The third one of you smiling and looking at the camera. 

"I thought you guys broke up?" He side-eyed his friend. 

"Yeah, so?" He was too focused on flipping through your pictures until he came across the last one. You were posing with a guy, his arm around you while kissing your cheek. You were laughing. “Who the fuck is that?!” 

“Um...” 

He won't hesitate. He corners you to ask who the guy in your photo is. And when you answer honestly, it feels like a punch to the gut. 

“It’s a guy I’ve been seeing.” “What? I thought you just needed a break or something. Not an actual break-break.” “Lu, we broke up four months ago...” 

Be sure he’ll drive away anyone who dares to approach you. He wants you and won’t let you go. Not that easy. 

It's no surprise you end up back on his bed. You love this man, your heart longs for him. 

“Luffy!” Overstimulated and cross-eyed he had you, on the old and ragged couch of his living room. His tongue lapped at your wet cunt, thrusting and sucking on everything across its path. Luffy was always a messy eater, so oral sex wasn’t the exception. 

"You always taste so good." He pulled away for a second, just to see the way your juices spilt out along with his spit. Then, he pushed two fingers inside, with no warning, but sure where to aim. He knew your body like the palm of his hand. 

“Shit!” If he hadn’t been holding you, you surely would've face-planted. Your fingers ran through his hair, shoving his face closer to your core. Getting closer and closer for the nth time, thanks to the way his fingers fuck you and his lips around your clit. 

Yeah, you fucked up. 

Your head is a mess, and this won’t help. But you are weak, dumb and in love. And, painfully, in denial. 

To him, it just doesn’t make sense. If you love him, and he loves you, why not be together? 

“Are we good?” He asks while stroking your arm, leaving kisses on your shoulder. It’s then you realise you aren’t and he’s still the same man you broke up with. 

“No, Luffy. We are not.” You get up and get dressed.  

"But I miss you, Y/n, and I know you miss me too!" He hugs you from the back, "We are meant to be." 

“Are we?” You won’t even look at him. No matter how much he tries. 

Zoro 

He doesn’t even flinch when you break up with him.  

He’s the definition of lovers to enemies. 

Being friends with the two of you is hell. 

“Why are you acting like a fucking asshole?” “Why are you being such a bitch?” 

Do not be mistaken, Zoro might act like he hates you, but he’s hurting. Having you so close but not being able to be with you is killing him. Even more, knowing it was his fault. 

He took you for granted. He was neglectful and dismissive, prioritizing every aspect of his life over you. Unaware of it until it was too late. 

It’s not that he didn’t care that you left, it's the fact that he didn’t know what to do to get you back. So, he resorted to anger. 

Rolling his eyes every time you were brought up, being in the worst mood whenever you showed up; and arguing with you at every little opportunity he got. 

Hate sex came out of nowhere, am I right? 

“Don’t stop!” Eyes at the back of your head, face shoved against his pillow. 

His hips pounded against your ass again and again. You’ve been going at it for God knows how long, but Zoro didn’t seem anywhere near done with you, "Such an obedient girl.” His thrusts slowed down while pressing his chest to your back, leaving kisses on the skin and biting your shoulder, “your pussy is more honest than you, baby.” 

Your hands gripped desperately to his sheets. You couldn’t form a single straight thought, just his name and moans escaped your mouth. “Fuck you." You felt the knot in your belly snapping, legs trembling, and juices spilling everywhere, “Zoro!” 

“You don’t have to pretend, baby. We both know how much you love this dick.” He didn’t stop, bullying your cervix with the tip of his cock, prolonging your climax, “Fuck, you feel so fucking good, baby.” 

But each time, you would run away from him. Claiming it was a mistake, and that it wouldn’t happen again. (Spoiler: it did.) 

He would find any excuse to get you riled up, poking you in ways only he could. If this was the only way he got to be close to you again, he would do it, no doubt. 

“We can’t keep doing this.” You said while putting on your bra. Shame screaming in the back of your head. 

"You always say that." He lies on his arm, looking at you with a smirk. 

“I need to move on, Zoro.” A sob escapes your lips. This worries him, making him want to comfort you. “I can’t keep doing this to myself.” 

"Give me a chance to prove you I've changed." He grabs your hand and looks you in the eyes, "Let me make it up to you. I won’t repeat the same mistakes.” 

You contemplated it for a second. The man you so desperately love is right in front of you, begging for a second chance, but you can’t bring yourself to believe him, “I don’t trust you, Zo.” 

He watches you walk away from him, and once again, he doesn’t know how to stop you.  

Sanji 

He’s a whore. Plain and simple. This is not to say he cheated because he didn’t... but flirting with everything that moves is just as bad. 

He’s at a loss when you break up with him, claiming it came out of the blue. 

“I don´t understand, my love. I thought we were okay.” “You can’t flirt with my friends and expect me to be okay with it.” “I'm just complimenting them, love. Every woman deserves to feel appreciated.” 

Yeah, well, now he can appreciate them all he wants. 

Do you want him to beg? He’ll do it, every day, all day. 

Flowers and desserts are always present at your desk first thing in the morning. 

Poems attached to gift bags at your doorstep when you come back from work. 

Long texts professing his love and how much he misses you. 

You gave in after a couple of weeks. 

He seems genuinely sorry. He’s been attentive, caring, loving, and you are, mind-numbingly, in love with the chef. Why not give him another chance? 

You look into each other's eyes while his fingers trace up and down your skin. “I missed you so much, sweetheart.” His mouth presses against your neck, leaving small, red marks on it. 

 “Sanji.” You whimper, running your nails against his back. 

He’s slow to undress you but covers your body in kisses as he pulls off every piece of clothing. He whispers sweet promises against your body while his hands dance across your skin. “Don’t ever leave me, my love. I thought I’d die without you.” 

You press your hand against his clothed member, making him whimper in your mouth. Both of you are hungry for more, longing for each other’s body and love, “please, Sanji, make love to me.” 

And that’s all it takes. Sanji is inside you in a second, chasing your and his pleasure. His thrusts are desperate and uneven, but you couldn’t care less. "You feel so good, baby. Shit, so good, so good." He’s pussy drunk on you. 

In the morning, you wake up feeling good and loved. 

His scent and warmth still linger on the bed. The house smells like syrup. Your body aches in a good way. Could it get any better? 

The moment you open your phone, you see it. 

A heart-eyed emoji under Nami’s latest post. 

That mother fucker. 

You gather your clothes, shoving yourself into them, eager to get out and never see him again. Just as you are about to open the door, he does. A breakfast tray in his hand, makes your stomach grumble, but you refuse to acknowledge. 

“Good morning, my sweet.” He places the food on the bed, “Why are you up? I thought we could have breakfast in bed.” 

“I’m leaving, Sanji. Last night was a mistake.” You can’t look him in the eyes cause if you do, you know you’ll give in. 

“What? But I thought,” He stutters, “I thought everything... I... We were fine.” 

“We weren’t, Sanji.” You grabbed your bag, “Don’t call me.” 

Ace 

The absolute worst kind of ex. The perfect one you can’t seem to hate. 

You broke up because you start to notice how much he loves being free, so much more than being in a relationship. He’s the flirty type, consciously or not, it was just who he was. 

He won’t deny it, but he’ll say he likes meeting new people. 

He will respect your decision, even if it breaks his heart. Sometimes wonders if he should have fought harder for you. 

You try to stay friends. At the end of the day, Ace is loyal to those he loves and cherishes, and you aren’t willing to lose that. (And selfishly, you don’t want to give him time to be on someone else’s lips.) 

Both of you act like nothing ever happened. Pretending it wasn’t a big deal, and you are okay with going back to being friends. 

Outings with your friend group are the perfect excuse to see each other, neither of you brave enough to admit how much you miss the other. 

Robin tries to set you up with one of her coworkers. Ace prays to God he doesn’t show up, or he’s a complete pig. 

He suffers in silence every time he sees someone hitting on you at a bar. (In silence meaning that everyone in the room can tell his fuming.) 

“Why won’t you admit you miss her?” “Y/n and I are better off as friends, Marco. Don’t worry about it.” 

Then why won’t you leave his bed? 

Ignited by the feeling of missing each other (and the amount of alcohol in your systems), you are back on his bed. 

“You are such a good view.” He moans, one hand grabbing your ass while the other one rests behind his head. Enjoying the way you bounce on his dick. 

You threw your head back, legs about to give in, but desperate to feel his cum inside you, “Ace!” You whimper. 

“Already tired, princess? Oh, but you are doing such a good job.” Ace loves to tease you, but even more than that, he loves making you cum. Both his hands on your hips and feet placed on the bed, making you lean on his knees, he takes over. 

Chest to chest, your face against his neck, you cry out, begging him to make you cum, and for him to fill you up with his cum. "Please, Daddy, please, make me cum.” 

He smirked, “didn’t know how much I missed you calling me that.” He spanked you, "Don't worry, baby, Daddy'll give you what you want.” 

You love your bed, but it loves him too. It'll happen at the same time every weekend. 

But you know it must stop. You love him and you can’t keep hoping that someday he’ll change. 

So, you’ll make the most mature choice you can think of. You ghost him. 

You won’t answer the phone when he calls, messages, emails, or anyway he can contact you goes unanswered. You don't show up to events or plans when you know he will. 

And it works..., for like two weeks. 

It’s seven a.m., and some maniac is banging on your door. With dry spit on your cheeks and puffy eyes, you answer the door, wondering who the fuck dares disturb you on your day off.  

“Ace.” Shit. 

“Yeah, may I know why you are ghosting me?” 

“I, I am not.” You stutter. 

“Don’t lie to me.” He shoves his way into your apartment. “What’s going on, Y/n? Why are you avoiding me?” 

“Because we can’t keep doing this, Ace. I can’t keep allowing myself to fall for you when you don’t want me like that.” 

“You were the one who wanted to break up, not me.” 

“That’s beside the point, Ace. Please, don’t make this any harder.” 

“Can we at least talk about it?” 

“Leave, Ace.” 

Law 

Sometimes, you don’t know if he’s dating you because he loves you or just to shut you up. 

He cares, and you know that, but words without actions are just that. 

He’s a doctor, and you understand he’s busy, but the fact that you have to break up over the phone cause he’s too busy to talk in person makes you feel better about your decision. 

It’s not until he finishes his shift that reality hits. Twelve hours later. 

Drowns himself in work to try and forget you. Sometimes he forgets he’s human and still can hurt. 

He won't call, text or contact you to talk things over. At least not in the beginning. Do you want to break up? Fine. He’s got too much going on to deal with you. (That’s what he says to convince himself.) 

Starts noticing how much you loved him, and how much he took for granted. 

Homemade lunches and snacks that no longer sit on the counter when he’s leaving for work. No random texts throughout the day that pull him out of the rut. No one waited for him at home, and no one filled his days off. 

Law spends hours looking at his phone, contemplating whether he should call or not. What would he even say? Sorry? I miss you? I’m a fucking mess without you? 

He cringes at the idea of acting that vulnerable. 

“Didn’t know you and that girl had broken up.” Law barely heard the other doctor, too busy disassociating himself in a cup of cold, bitter coffee. 

“Huh?” He’s too drowsy for this. 

“Yeah, I saw her last night at that new club. She looks great, no wonder she had all those dudes trying to take her home." He laughed mockingly. "If I didn't respect you enough, I would have given it a try, oh well.” 

The comment makes his blood boil, but he doesn’t say anything. 

After that, it doesn’t take much for him to contact you. Men and their fragile egos. 

“Hello?” ... “It’s me.” 

You no longer have his contact saved on your phone. It’s been months. 

“Okay? What do you need, Law?” “Can we talk?” 

Oh, now he wants to talk. 

You go to his place, as per his request. Talking turns into crying, then into yelling and onto you being pounded on his bed. The flesh is weak, and you are even weaker for this man. 

Your knees are next to your ears, tears dripping down your cheeks and his dick shoving his way in and out of your cunt. You can barely breathe, and your head feels like it's stuffed with cotton. "God, Law." 

“Miss me, babygirl?” His thumb pushes on your overstimulated clit, making you clench even harder around him, “do you miss my cock, love?” His thrusts won’t let up even if you cum he won’t stop, not until you are dripping out with his cum. 

You are shaking, your lungs feel like they are on fire, and your core is so sensitive everything he does throws you over the edge. But you want more. You need more. 

"No one can make you feel the way I do. Don't ever forget that." He says right after he spills his seed inside you. His fingers push it right back inside once it threatens to come out. 

But when morning comes, everything goes back to the way it was.  

You can’t go through it again. The lonely nights, the missed anniversary dinner, the unanswered texts. You won’t go back to feeling unloved. 

“You don’t have to go.” He whispers while watching you put back your clothes. 

You shake your head, "This was a mistake, Law." You grabbed your phone and looked for your purse. 

“I know I fucked up, but...” You cut him, done. 

“It’s been months, Law. I think we are past that." You close the door of his room and on you two. 

[todomochi-uwu]

not him. (2/?) R. Z & P. D. A

Pairing(s): Roronoa Zoro x reader; Portgas D. Ace x reader Genre: Smut, Angst Warnings: This content is for a mature audience Synopsis: "It was Ace. It was always Ace." Author's notes: I got my shit together and continued this series. Two chapters already done besides this one. Thank you for the support you've given me.

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Zoro knew he liked you from an early age. The fierceness in your attitude since you were young, your unwavering loyalty,  

“Don't worry about it, Zoro. Girls like someone who can protect them. That is why she likes Ace now.” 

“It's normal; they like more mature men; Ace is that now, but she'll move on later.” 

“Ace is just a crush, Zoro. She might be into him now, but I know you'll end up together.” 

Yeah? Well, in almost fourteen years, nothing has changed. Absolutely nothing. The hearts in your eyes just seemed to get bigger and brighter every time you saw him. And Zoro knew that between him and Luffy's older brother, there were more differences than similarities. Ace was everything he was not: outgoing, extroverted, a natural leader; he always knew what to say and do; meanwhile, he would struggle to come up with anything that wouldn't sound rude or dismissive. 

 You were crying at the bottom of your grandma's stairs, dressed all in black. She had passed away the night before. And you felt like dying. Nothing and no one seemed to be able to console you. No matter how tightly Luffy held you in his arms, how many snacks and words Sanji and Usopp offered you or how many tears Nami whipped along with you, nothing would ease your broken heart. Zoro had tried for hours, from just sitting right next to you, caressing your back to whispering, "It's gonna be okay", repeatedly. Not knowing what else to say, he looked around, silently asking for help, but no one knew what else to do.  

It wasn't until a dishevelled Ace showed up in a poorly buttoned-up shirt and tie and a bouquet of peachy pink roses. First, he went up to your grandma's coffin, where he spent a few moments, saying goodbye and whispering something that would stay just between her and him. Then laid the flowers on the glass that covered her. Immediately after, he made his way to you, kneeling in front of you, he took your hands and placed small kisses on the back, "I'm so sorry, love. I really am, I will miss her too. I promised her that I would take care of you." You launched yourself into his arms; a loud sob escaped your lips. Zoro watched the scene happen, he knew better than to get jealous over something like this, but he couldn't help it. How had he done that so easily? How was it so simple for Ace to say things like that? And why couldn't he do the same? After that, Ace spent the entire night next to you, not leaving you alone for a second, even making you laugh at some point. And Zoro envied him. He knew how to take care of you, mend your poor heart. He knew what you needed without you having to say anything, and he hated that the most. 

But there were other moments when he could almost feel what it is like to have you. 

A couple of weeks after your grandma’s passing. The monthly sleepover was being held at Usopp’s house. You had been playing video games, screaming at the top of your lungs and singing lyrics you could barely pronounce between laughs. It was past midnight, and sleep couldn’t seem to come soon enough for you. 

Not wanting to wake anyone up (though, Luffy and his monstrous snores might take care of that), you decided to go downstairs and keep yourself busy with a glass of water and a bad phone game Usopp had downloaded. 

You didn’t notice the presence that sat next to you on the couch, but you didn’t have to look to know who it was.  

"Can't sleep?" You whispered while losing for what felt like the millionth time. 

He groaned in response. 

The next moments were spent in complete silence, just enjoying each other’s presence and the calmness of the night. 

“How are you doing?” 

You shrugged, "I don't know. I am in this weird place where it still hurts to think about her, but at peace knowing she's probably doing better now.” 

"Take your time, you don’t have to rush your grieving.” 

“I know, Z. Thank you.” You gave him a small smile, and he just nodded back. 

Zoro closed his eyes, not having anything else to say. The idea of falling asleep right next to you, just the two of you, was too good to pass on. 

“Hey, Zo?” 

“Mm?” 

“I’m really thankful you were there with me.” You whispered 

“I didn’t do shit, Y/n, I couldn’t even get you to stop crying.” 

“I don’t think anyone could have done that, Z. I lost a part of my heart that day.” 

Yeah, well, he was able to. 

You leaned into his shoulder, resting your head and snuggling in, "I'm glad I have someone like you in my life, Zoro.” 

You couldn’t see it between your drowsiness and the darkness, but the green-haired man’s cheeks were bright red. He looked away for a second, not wanting you to notice his reaction. He spent the next couple of seconds debating whether he should or should not. Was it the right time for this? But the second he turned to look at you, you had finally fallen asleep. Your cheeks squished against his tanned skin, arms wrapped around him, fingers intertwined. His heart stopped right then and there, begging him to run away somewhere he could calm down, but he decided against it, snuggling into you and the couch, resting his head on top of yours. 

In the morning, Nami took a photo of you, trying to conceal her excited squeaks and giggles behind her hand. The image had been the group chat icon for a few months (and Zoro's wallpaper since then). 

"Good thing that Luffy's older brother lives in the same building, it's so convenient," his mom said. 

... Yeah, it's so convenient..., right?   

Living with three other roommates wasn’t a walk in the park. Living with Luffy, Sanji, and Usopp was like walking shoeless on burning coal... but they were fun. The first week they spent trying to get used to living with each other (and not choke one another for every little inconvenience); once the ground rules and basic agreements were established everything seemed to be sailing smoother. 

“Oh, guys! My brother is dropping by", he said he’s bringing pizza and beers!”  

“I still can’t believe you guys are related." Sanji said, as he finished cleaning up the kitchen after Luffy's “little" morning hunger outburst, “Ace is so nice and considerate, and you are a black hole I have to feed and clean up after every day.” 

Ah yes, Ace is so nice... he’s a fucking saint, isn’t he?  

“Hey, Zo!”  

You were wearing sleep shorts and what he assumed was one of Ace’s sweatshirts, and while the idea of another man’s —more specifically his, clothes made his blood boil; his eyes couldn’t help but drift lower than they should. Have your legs always looked so good? 

Oh, yeah, you had started sleeping around with Ace, hadn’t he mentioned? Such a fun thing, right? Such a fucking fun fucked up thing. Even more considering, his room was directly opposing Ace's, in the apartment next door. Yay.  

“Fuck, Ace!” You screamed in pleasure. 

Zoro could hear your screams along with the banging of the bed frame. It was hell and heaven all in one, and it only made him want to grab one of his shinai. Though it doesn’t have much sharpness, he could try and beat himself in the stomach to death, but he might get lucky.  

"Ey, Zoro, how are you doing? You guys done getting used to this place?” Ace came behind you, pizza boxes in one hand and the other resting on your hip. 

“Pizza!” A very excited Luffy came running to the door, not even acknowledging you or his brother, just grabbing the food. 

“Beer!” An equally excited Usopp came running behind him, snatching the drinks out of your hands. 

Sitting around boxes of pizza and bottles of beer while hanging out and playing video games should be a nice day for everyone, but Zoro felt as if he was in his own personal hell. He couldn’t concentrate on anything else. Not on the TV in front of him, not on Luffy's and Sanji's laughs or Usopp’s screams as he lost once again, not even on the alcohol that was sitting on his hand.  

No. The only thing his eyes and mind could focus on was the scene in front of him. You, sitting on the couch, legs draped along Ace's, his hands rubbing your thighs while smiling against your lips. Zoro saw how he looked at you and knew how it felt because it was the same way he did. Like you made stars, the moon, and the entire universe. He felt like gouging his eyes out. 

“Zoro, it’s your turn!” Luffy said, passing him the controller. 

Grouching, he grabbed, choosing a character randomly. He needed this day to be over. 

“I’ll play.” He heard Ace say. 

Look. He'll admit it, this isn’t his proudest moment, and yes, it felt like a dick-measuring contest, but fuck anyone who’d judge. If Ace got the girl, then he would get the cup... the Mario Kart mushroom cup. 

By the end, his fingers hurt from how hard he was pushing them, and his wrist was locked, but he didn’t care. A win is a win, even if it was so unbelievably stupid. He looked at Ace, who was frowning; you were laughing at him and, for once in this godforsaken evening, looking at him. 

“Wow, Ace, you suck at this. How do you lose every single race?” 

“Whatever.” 

“No, really, is it that you are that bad? Or is it that Zoro is just that good?” You continue poking fun at him. 

"He sucks," Zoro said, wanting to fuel the flames. 

Ace gave him a brief look. Yeah, he knew what he was doing, so to balance the scales, he brought your ear to his mouth, whispering something that instantly made you turn red and get up on your feet. “We’ll be back in a second!" And like that, you left, the raven-haired trailing behind you. 

The look he gave him on his way out put him back in his place. Yeah, the loser wasn’t Ace, it was Zoro. 

Three months into college proved to be stressful enough. Essays on top of essays, quizzes and thousand-page book reports and not enough sleep were piling up on you. So, when Sanji suggested going out, you jumped right into the idea. You aren’t usually a party girl, but the idea of drinking and dancing with your boyfriend and friends was too good to pass.  

Your back was pressed against his chest, his hips bumping into each other, his hand on your throat, and his mouth on your neck. You can feel the stress and worries melting off your body. The alcohol numbs your inhibitions, allowing you to enjoy yourself in the middle of a crowd of strangers. The only thing on your mind was how good Ace’s body felt against you, how you wanted another drink and that your feet hurt in these heels. 

“You look so good, baby.” He mumbled against your skin. 

“You don’t look half bad yourself, Portgas.” You turned around, placing your arms around his neck, bringing his mouth into yours. Life is good right now. 

“I love you, Y/n.” He said, no hesitation. 

“I love you too.” You smiled against his lips before diving in again. 

“Having a good time, Zoro?” Said Nami, leaning against the bar. Zoro had the same bothered expression as always, but she knew better. He wanted to leave. 

He groaned, taking another sip from his drink. 

“Want to know a little secret?” She was also tipsy.  

He looked at her. 

“I don’t think they’ll last.” 

He frowned, “why do you say that?” 

She shrugged, "It’s just a feeling I have. Something doesn’t feel right between them." She downed the rest of her drink, "Hey, can I get another one?" 

Nami’s words stayed with him. Easing him up, even if it was false hope. 

The night went on, between drunken laughs and shameful dances. Sanji had been rejected at least a hundred times, but he had also managed to pocket at least twenty phone numbers, and only five were out of pity. Usopp had lost count of the number of shots and the people he had done them with. While Luffy devoured every snack and drink that crossed his way. You pulled Zoro onto the dance floor after begging for almost thirty minutes. One song, it was over, but it felt like an achievement for you. 

“How are you doing, Zo?” The movement of your feet was so uncoordinated, but he wouldn’t judge you for that.  

"Okay." Good with words, isn't he? 

You drunkenly giggled, "Have you had any luck tonight?" 

“I’m not looking for anything.” 

“Oh, come on, Z. You are stupidly hot! You could have anyone you want; there’s like a thousand girls here.” 

Yeah, you would think. 

“No one’s managed to catch your eye?” 

She was standing right in front of him. But he would never tell you that. 

“Like I said, I’m not looking for anything.” 

You put your hands around his waist, pulling him into you, “is everything okay, Zo?” You looked him in the eye. 

You looked gorgeous, drunk, blushed, and sweaty. Zoro could almost glimpse what it would be like to have you, but luck wasn’t in his favour. 

“Y/n.” He heard him call you. 

Of course. 

"Ace!" You went to his arms, kissing his chest, "can we get another drink?" 

“I think you’ve had enough, love.” He wasn’t looking at you but at Zoro. But he didn’t say anything else, only took you away. Leaving your best friend standing in the middle of the dance floor. Alone. Making him feel even more pathetic than he already felt.  

You found your way to Nami. You hugged her, and she did it right back. She asked you something, but you couldn’t quite hear her with all the noise. She took you two into another room where Luffy and Sanji were having a staring contest. Yeah, they were drunk. Both were blinking but didn’t seem to notice. It was fun to watch. 

"Ace!" Luffy was the first to notice you two, running straight into his brother, disregarding the challenge. 

“Ha! I won!” He said, falling backwards off his seat. Laughing on the floor, proud of himself. 

"I miss you, Y/n." He hugged you two. His head kept going back and forth. 

“Luff, I saw you ten minutes ago. 

“Still.” He pushed his cheek against yours. Drunk Luffy got so touchy, "So, you are officially dating?" And so honest. He asked the question that no one else dared to.  

Nami and a bunch of strangers, Luffy's friends, you assume, waited for an answer. Expectantly. 

And as you were about to give it to them, confident in your answer, Ace was quicker. 

“We don’t need a label; it’s just her and me,” he said, sipping his beer. The tone in his voice made it clear. No. More. Questions. 

As if you had been thrown a bucket of ice water, it sobered you up. Your heart died down in your chest, and with it, your illusions. You felt everything at once. Humiliation, shame, anger, sadness, and anguish. Is that what you were doing? Being casual? 

Nami could see the look on your face. Her suspicions were confirmed; you two were not on the same page, and now it was evident to everyone. She searched for your eyes, wanting to get you out of there. She knew exactly how you felt. She just needed a signal, and you two would be on your way out. But you only gave her a small smile and mouthed, "It's okay." Except it was not. 

“Do you want to go back to my place? I think we can get some food on the way. Is Chinese okay?" He said like it was anything. Like he hadn't thrown down your entire world a couple minutes ago. 

“Ace.” 

“Mm?” 

“What are we?” You were on the brink of crying. 

He groaned, “Y/n, don’t do this. Not you too.” 

“Do what? I’m only asking you a question.” 

“Baby, I love what we have. We are having fun. Why do we have to ruin it with labels?" He tried grabbing you, but you dodged him. 

“No, Ace. I’m not okay with this. I need to know you are serious about me.” You stomped your feet. You felt like a little girl all over again. 

“I love you, isn’t that enough?” He pulled on his hair. Exasperated. 

"Do you? Because, ten minutes ago, I was sure we were dating, I thought you were my boyfriend, but now you are telling me this.” 

“I'm just not ready for that kind of commitment.” He scratched the back of his head. He looked everywhere but your eyes. He knew he would break if he saw you cry. So, like a coward, he ran away, "I don’t want to disappoint you in the long run, Y/n." 

"Yeah, well, how's that working out for you?" You needed to get away from him, from his love and empty promises. You searched for your bag and jacket. 

“Don’t do this, Y/n.” He begged. 

"Don't contact me again, Ace." With that, you left. No idea how to move on from this. 

Zoro needed to clear his head, and the music, chatter and smoke wouldn’t let him. He pushed his way out until he reached the fire escape stairs, the cold air instantly hitting him and putting out the flames of his thoughts. Part of him wanted to scream, and another one wanted to go back inside and drink until numb, but the sound of sobs and cries made the decision. 

“Y/n? What are you...? I thought you were with Ace.” 

"Yeah, but he says he doesn't want to get my hopes up since he's not ready for a committed relationship." You slurped your nose, not giving a damn if it was gross. Your heart had just been carved out of your chest. You took another drag of the cigarette you stole from Sanji’s coat.  

Zoro was speechless, his ears ringing, the blood in his veins boiling. “What?” 

“I, I thought, he, umm, he”, you couldn’t finish your thoughts, the memory replaying in your head. 

Zoro sat down next to you, pulling you into his chest. “Shh, it’s okay, don’t force yourself.” 

"He said he loves me, but that he also doesn't want to disappoint me in the long run." You sobbed clutching your chest, "He’s acting like I didn’t give him everything. My heart, my love, my body. Everything.” 

You buried yourself deeper into his chest, trying to find comfort for the ache in your soul, but nothing came out of it, "He said he loved me, Zo." You whimpered. 

“He did, didn’t he?” He stroked your back with the tips of his fingers not only to calm you but himself. You needed him here, with you, not back inside, beating the shit out of the man who yesterday promised you the world. 

He’d take care of you, huh? What a bunch of bullshit. 

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[todomochi-uwu]

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.   

[todomochi-uwu]

About last night | R. Z

Pairing(s): Roronoa Zoro x reader Genre: Angst, fluff Warnings: This content is for a mature audience Synopsis: What are we? Author's notes: It seems all I can write are self-indulgences, enjoy. Masterlist If you enjoy my work, please consider buying me a coffee ☕

Once again, the crew was celebrating a victory. 

Nami and Robin were dancing together; Luffy was chomping down every single bite left of the buffet; Usopp and Chopper were goofing around the island; Sanji was surrounded by a bunch of beautiful ladies; Franky was in the middle of arm wrestling some poor loser; and Zoro was, as usual, downing bottle after bottle of sake. You were content seeing each of your crewmates have fun and relax after the rough days you’d gone through, but there was an empty feeling in your chest.  

You looked at him and wondered if the same questions ran around his head. Did you ever cross his mind other than when you were in bed together? Did he ever want more? Or was it just you? 

Whatever you two were seemed to be enough, in the beginning. Now, the nights you used to crave so much seemed turned insipid. Not to say Zoro wasn’t a great lover, of course not, but once the act itself was done, all his warmth died down, quick to ask if you were okay, and proceeded to snore almost right away.  

Admittedly, it was no one's fault but your own for allowing yourself to fall for the swordsman. 

Your heart, body, and soul ask for more, not only for his body to embrace you but also for his entire being to give you the same passion with which he fights, with which he drinks, with which he lives.                           ...but that would be asking too much from someone who doesn’t love you. 

So now, your punishment is to wait and see if he’ll ever. 

"Hello, love, is this seat taken?” 

“All yours, Sanji.” You gave him a small smile. Trying to hide what’s already written all over your face. 

He lit a cigarette and turned to look at you. "My god, you are gorgeous." He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. " Why don't you go dance with the girls? They are having fun. Maybe that’ll cheer you up.” 

“M’okay.” You whispered, looking at your feet. 

Yeah, you had gotten all dolled up. A cute, and kinda risky dress (courtesy of Nami’s closet); some small heels; shimmery makeup and a quick bun with some face-framing hair pieces. Robin said you looked gorgeous, that anyone would be a fool not to notice you. Yeah, well, apparently, he was.  

"Come on, love. I can’t stand seeing you dress to the nines only to spend all night glued to a chair.” He caressed your cheek. Why couldn’t you fall for Sanji? It would be a thousand times easier, I mean yeah, he might be a perv and a whore, but at least he was honest and transparent with his feelings. Always paying compliments and showing his love through food, no puzzles, no mental games, just plain and painfully obvious love. Must be nice. 

You leaned against the warmth of his skin, "You know why I’m like this, Ji.” 

He scoffed, “Don’t remind me, still can’t believe you fell for that fucking marimo, he’s beneath you, princess.” He lit up another cigarette, taking a deep drag as he looked at where the source of all your troubles remained. Wasted. Dishevelled. Relaxed. "You deserve everything good in this world, and yet you settle for someone like him. I don’t get it.” 

“Sanji.” You gave him a sad smile. He didn’t mean the things he said about Zoro, but he would always try to protect you. 

"Dance with me." He took your hand in between his, sweetly stroking the back of it. Just as you were about to get up, wanting to end your pity party, an uproarious crash turned everyone’s heads. Boisterous laughs and the flapping sounds of sandals running down the corridor. 

“Give me a second, beautiful.” He gave you a bright smile, before running off to the kitchen (you guessed), where Luffy was probably tormenting some poor cooks. “Goddamit, Luffy, why are you like this?!” 

You simply laughed.  

“He’s not wrong, y’know?” You flinched. Where in the fuck was he hiding? “You look drop-dead gorgeous.” 

You just blushed. How does one accept compliments again? 

He extended his hand, “...” The guy from the bounty poster, the one Nami had been gushing about when you first arrived at the island; wait, what was his name? “Saw you fighting back there, you have some impressive moves.” 

“Thank you.” You chuckled awkwardly. Oh god, you and your incompetence against social skills.  

“Care for some company?” 

“Sure.” 

He sat next to you, taking a sip of his drink, "Thank gods you said yes, I spent like two hours trying to grow a pair just to talk to you.” 

“Really?”, you giggled, “why?” 

“Why? Do you really have to ask? I don’t think you know how beautiful you are.” 

"Oh." You looked down, your face hurt. 

“Let’s see if I get lucky one more time.”, he extended his hand, “would you dance with me?” 

“Umm...”, you looked at Zoro one more time, hoping he at least was looking your way, but no. Too busy drowning himself with sake and ale along with some of the other warriors to notice you, “yeah, why not?” 

The next hour you spent beside him on the dance floor. He told you all about his crew, how they had ended up at that island and the things he’d done that earned him that bounty price. He was as much of a good dancer as he was a storyteller, making you forget about your sorrows, at least for a couple of hours. 

Nami and Robin were sending looks your way, whistling and throwing kissy faces. You simply laughed and shook your head.  

His movements were precise, spinning you and pulling you at the right pace of the music, his fingers ran up and down your back, grazing your waist, sending shivers down your skin, the way his mouth would whisper against your ear made your poor heart jump. If only a certain man wasn’t in the back of your head, you might have let yourself fall, just for tonight. 

At some point, you had asked him to step out with you, the heat becoming too much. You sat on the balcony, looking at the scenery, the moon and the stars, the soft ocean waves, Luffy, Chopper, and Usopp being chased down by Sanji. Everything was okay — at least on the outside.  

-

“Look at our beautiful seamstress, doing the walk of shame, heels on one hand and makeup smeared all over that pretty face." Nami said, giggling, just as you approached the Sunny, "had a good night, princess?" 

"Ha, ha, ha, very funny." You flashed her the middle finger, "fuck you." 

“My god, do you kiss your mother with that mouth? Or better yet, do you suck co..:” 

“Shut up!” Cheeks bright red. 

Hell of a night you had. No, you hadn’t gotten laid last night, much to your dismay. After declining your companion’s advances, you had gotten wasted and passed out on the grass somewhere on the island;  mosquitos did have their way with you and left bites on your neck, shoulders and legs; one of your heels had snapped so you took them off, and, because you stepped on a stone, you were walking funny; you also wouldn’t stop crying so you had mascara smeared all over your face. So much for a victory celebration. 

“I’m going to bed, please, please, don’t bother me. All I want is to die right now.” 

Both girls looked at you with sympathy; they knew your heart was broken, and theirs broke because of that. If only the culprit weren't such an idiot. 

Robin stroked your back, "We are just kidding, babe. Want me to get you some tea?" 

"No, I just want to lie down. Need to rethink some life choices.” 

“Of course, I’ll check on you later.” 

You hummed, going straight to your cabin.  

-

“Has Y/n come back? I didn’t see her last night.” 

"Wait, she didn't sleep here?" Sanji said, alarmed. 

“Don’t worry, she’s back. She went to bed; she was exhausted." Robin sipped her coffee. 

“Poor thing didn’t get an ounce of sleep last night. She was... busy.” She grinned. She spied on Zoro out of the corner of her eye. He had woken up, now trying to look indifferent, but she knew he was very alert. She had seen him checking the deck every couple of minutes, waiting for a certain girl to come back; she was sure he was about to go out and look for her when she showed up. 

“Oh, right! I saw her talking to some guy last night, he had white and black spiky hair, tall and buff, yeah, he seemed nice.” Usopp said, eating his lunch. 

“This guy?” Robin conveniently pulled out the bounty poster.  

"Yes! Oh, wow, look at his bounty, that’s a nice number.” Nami gasped, it was an overkill, but she knew the marimo head wouldn’t notice. 

“It’s not that big of a deal. Mine’s bigger.” The targeted man said, jaw clenched and teeth grinding. 

“I mean, it’s quite big, either way. Plus, cute and a high bounty, it’s any girl pirate’s dream.” 

His face turned a deeper shade of red. 

Sanji laughed loudly, “Stupid marimo", before realising what was going on, "Wait, Nami-swan, you think this guy is attractive? He looks so bland! Ugh, his face makes me want to throw up.” He continued making gagging noises. 

“Well, I think he’s cute, but our dear seamstress deemed it nice enough to sit on it.” Usopp choked on his food, coughing and reprimanding the navigator on her vulgarity, while covering Chopper’s ears. 

“Huh? What does that mean? Why would Y/n use his face as a chair?" Luffy said, tilting his head, "Is his face comfy? I don’t think it can be, can it be Zoro?” He pulled on the swordsman’s sleeve, wanting answers. Precious and naive Luffy. 

"It's nothing, Luffy," Sanji said, cheeks bright red. 

“No, but what is it?” The captain continued, “Hey, someone answer me.” 

Nami simply ignored him, "Must have been one hell of a night, she could barely walk straight.” 

Zoro’s right hand now wrapped around his sword; the left one was tightly gripped around his mug. Fumes coming out of his nostrils. It’s almost hilarious how easy he was.  

Crack! 

Franky knew exactly what she was doing, and while at first, he decided to just lean back and enjoy the show, his natural instincts barged in. “He had some great moves on him." He got up and started moving his hips suggestively, "he was so smooth, I was almost jealous... of her” 

 He was also tired of the tugging and pulling that the boat’s sweethearts had, and (though he would never admit it) he loved gossip. 

“She looked so gorgeous yesterday, my heart almost stopped. Well... if I had one.” Brook broke into giggles, then took a sip of his tea. Whether he knew what was going on is unknown, but he always had great timing. “I wonder if he got to see her panties.” 

Crack! 

“Did she dance all night? Is that why her legs hurt?" Luffy continued. 

Crack! 

"Well, they sure did a lot of work, oh, and her hips must be killing her, all that grinding and thrusting, music sure was intense last night.” Yeah, that was enough. 

Crack! 

The ceramic had finally given in. White dust and bits of it now lay on the table and floor. Zoro got up, snapping the back of his chair in the process, he stomped his way down the corridor. 

Robin giggled, placing her face against her palm, amused by the scene. Nami could only sigh. Finally. 

“Hey, Zoro! Don’t go around breaking things!” Usopp yelled. 

“What’s going on? Where’s he going?" said Luffy, not catching a single clue. 

-

He didn’t even bother knocking, straight up slamming the door. 

“Where were you last night?” 

Completely disoriented. “Huh?” Your eyes could barely open. 

“Where. Were. You. Last. Night?” 

“What? What do you want, Zoro? I’m tired.” You turned to your side, burying your face in your pillow. 

Air abandoned his lungs. Purple marks... deep purple marks covered your neck. Mascara running down your cheeks. The hoarseness in your voice. A vision he knew all too well, Nami was right. 

His mouth dried up like Yuba, he felt like screaming, throwing up and running away all at the same time. His feet were cemented to the ground; millions of questions roamed around his head. Were you still his? Please, please tell him that no one had put their hands where he did most nights, that no one pulled noises out of you only meant for him to hear, that you hadn’t allowed anyone to see you in ways only he had. 

Your eyebrows furrowed. What's up with him? “I was at the party; you saw me there.” 

“After that, where did you go? You didn’t sleep here? Where were you?” He pushed, hating how desperate he sounded. 

“Zoro...” 

He glared at you.  

A toxic brew formed in your chest: heartache, a hangover and lack of sleep, don’t make a good combination. “What’s it to you?! Fuck, Zoro why are you acting like this?” 

“I have every fucking right to know!” Now full-on yelling. 

“No, you don’t! Who the fuck do you think you are?” You sat down on the bed, glaring directly into his eyes.  

“I want to know who the fuck my girlfriend spent the night with!” 

...

 

His what? 

“What?” You whispered, the pounding in your head now in sync with the one in your chest. 

“Who did you fuck last night?” His fists tightened at his sides, bile spitting out of his mouth.  

Your brain could barely process what was going on. His girlfriend? Fucked someone last night? Huh? 

“Don’t play dumb, Y/n, the rest of the crew saw you. Getting all cozed up with that lowlife.” 

His eyes didn’t waver, waiting for an answer, demanding it. Any confirmation that you hadn’t betrayed him, but he got none. So, he did what he always does best: he put his walls up. "Whatever, it doesn’t matter anymore.” He turned to leave, stomping his way out, not wanting you to see him this vulnerable. Panic flooded your chest. You couldn’t let him go now, not like this, you were quick to grab him by the arm, "Let me go, woman.” 

“No, we have to talk about this.” 

“What’s there to talk about? I don’t tolerate disloyalty, no matter how drunk you were or who it was with.” 

“I didn’t sleep with anyone.” 

He turned to look at you; you knew he didn’t believe you by the look on his face. 

“Zoro, I swear.” You begged. 

He didn’t say anything. 

“I passed out drunk on some hill, completely alone.” 

He scanned your face and voice, searching for any traces of lies. "You have marks all over your body." 

“I do?” You looked at your skin, noticing small red splotches all over your shoulders; your fingers touched your neck, tiny bumps covering it and itching, “Yeah, I think bugs had a great time last night.” 

You could see him hurting, but you were just as confused as he was, “I’m not lying, Zoro.” 

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but nothing came out. He looked at the floor, not daring to look you in the eyes. 

“Yes, I’ll admit I was dancing with someone,” his frown deepened, “but I rejected him, nothing happened.” You touch his chest, moving up to his neck, making him look at you. You were sincere, he knew that now, but he was still aching. 

“Now, I need you to tell me something.” Your voice got really quiet. "What are we?" 

“What do you mean?" he gave you a puzzled look. 

“Us. What are we doing? What’s this?” You gestured between you and him. 

His eyebrows arched, "We are dating, aren't we?" 

“I don’t know. Are we? You never talk to me, Zoro, I never know what’s going on in your mind.” 

“I assumed we were together because we... sleep together.” He scratched the back of his head, his cheeks turning red. 

“Oh...”, well shit. 

“What? Do you think I just go around sleeping with anyone?” 

“No, no, but you never said anything to me, never gave me a sign or a label or anything.” 

“Sex isn’t enough of a sign?” He snorted. 

“Well... no, Sanji always talks about...” 

He groaned, shaking his head, "Don't talk about him, not right now or ever." 

“Okay.” You bit your lip, not knowing where to go from there. 

"Stop overthinking, you always do that." He stepped closer, pulling you into his chest, "Is that what this is about? Was yesterday's tantrum because of this?” 

“It wasn’t a tantrum! I was genui..." The green haired man cut you off, tugging your chin in between his fingers. 

"You are such a baby. Why didn’t you just talk to me?” 

“I don’t know how to.” You looked away. 

“Fair, I don’t know how to, either.” 

You both fell silent, not knowing what else to say. You blamed Zoro for his lack of communication and clarity, but you were just as bad at it. Minutes went by, simply spent in the comfort of each other's arms,  

“Look, we don’t have to solve everything right this second, okay? Just... okay?" He placed a small yet firm kiss on your lips. 

“Okay.” 

[todomochi-uwu]

him. (1/?) | P. D. A & R. Z

Pairing(s): Portgas D. Ace x reader; Roronoa Zoro x reader Genre: Smut, Angst Warnings: This content is for a mature audience Synopsis: "It was Ace. It was always Ace." Author's notes: Let's see if this pulls me out of the fucking block once and for all. And yes, this is purely and utterly self-indulgent.

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You couldn´t remember a time in your life when your heart didn’t belong to Luffy’s older brother, Ace. After the stereotypically meet-cute where he saved you from a bunch of bullies on the playground,  

“Leave her alone, you idiot!” He said pushing the leader to the ground, who was pulling on your hair, while you begged him to stop. “If I catch any of you bothering her again, I’ll beat the shit out of you.” Ace, always great with words —at least enough to scare your abusers (he also happened to be an older kid).  

“Are you okay?” He extended his hand and gave you his signature smile. Right there, your destiny was sealed. You had been sentenced to spend your next years in this world completely and irrevocably in love with your childhood saviour. 

After this event, you attached yourself to his hip, quickly getting to know his brothers and friends and becoming a part of the group. Luffy, Zoro, Nami, Sanji, and Usopp, who were the same age as you, were quick to open their hearts to you and offer unconditional friendship, but though you loved them immensely, Ace was always the biggest and brightest star in your heart. 

He was always there for you, either to help with homework, 

“I’m going to be completely honest with you Y/n, I have no clue as to how to divide decimals.” 

“Huh? But you learnt this a couple of years ago, didn’t you?” 

“Dear, do I look like a math guy to you?” 

With life problems, 

“My mom is such an asshole; she won’t stop treating me like I’m a child. I can take care of myself.” 

“I’m sure it's hard for her to see you grow up, love. Besides, you are asking her to stay in a cabin with a bunch of guys.” 

“Nami will be there!” 

“Still.” 

Or some other... more complicated problems. 

“I can’t go to college being a virgin Ace, everyone will make fun of me.” 

“Babe, no one will even care, trust me.” He rubbed your back in circles. 

"That's easy for you to say, you fuck everything that moves.” You punched his arm. It hurt a bit to say, you wouldn’t lie, but it was what it was. 

“Y/n don’t worry... wait, no I don’t! Where do you even get that?!” 

“Sabo always complains of how loud you are.” A small giggle escaped your lips. 

“Fucking... I don’t fuck everything that moves, yeah, I have some experience, but I’m not a man-whore.” He scratched the back of his head, blushing. 

You sighed, throwing yourself back on the bed. “Maybe I should just get it over with, maybe date someone briefly...”, you threw a pillow into your face, “or ask one of the guys, or whatever, Sanji might say yes.”  

“Hey, okay you don’t need to stress yourself about it. You being a virgin doesn’t mean anything, it’s just a social concept, you know?” Pushing the pillow away from your face, “but it’s still a new experience, and it should be with someone who’ll love you and respect you.” 

“Sanji is a bit much, but I think...” 

“Don’t fuck one of your best friends, Y/n.” 

“But he loves me and respects me, he’s weird about it, but...” 

“You are really set on this, are you?” 

Shrugging your shoulders, you nodded, “I just want to take the pressure off, you know? I want the full college experience, without having to limit myself.” 

He sighed, his ears slowly turning bright red, “Okay, well, if it’s that important to you,” he turned his face away, “I can help you with that.” He whispered. 

Holy shit. Your eyes opened wide, and your mouth dried up. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing —of course, you had thought about it, more times than you cared to admit, but you never thought it would be a possibility. You had quickly realized that Ace always thought of you as a smaller sister, taking care of you as such; never noticing, or acknowledging, your feelings for him.  

“I want this to be a good experience for you, —as good as it can be. So, if you want, and feel comfortable, I will,” his cheeks more and more tinted, “be your first time.” 

That’s how Ace had completely ruined you for other men, he made the experience as complete and pleasant as it could be. He took you out on a date, took you to your favourite café, remembered your usual order; took a stroll around the park, holding your hand, and making you laugh all the while; finally, to taking you back to his flat. 

“You can back out at any point, love. Just say the word, tap me twice, hell even punch me if you need it, and I will stop right away.”  

You simply nodded in response, too nervous to speak. 

He caressed your arms and hands, trying to appease your poor mind. He kissed you softly, tracing small figures in the back of your head with his fingertips, his movements moving south, reaching your waist and ending their path at your thighs. 

“May I take your clothes off, gorgeous?” 

You pushed off one of the straps of your dress, now eager to continue. He stopped you. 

“Let me do it.” 

You had almost forgotten it. As much of a virgin as you may be, you wanted to be prepared, so, you had dragged Nami to the mall, in search of the right lingerie set. One who would make you feel confident enough in your skin (and one that wasn’t a fucking enigma to put on). At first, she was confused, why did you need lingerie? Last she knew you weren’t dating anyone. Was it just for you? Half the time you were wearing sweatpants and a dirty sweatshirt you stole from Usopp. 

“Nami, please just help me.” You grabbed a black set with a pantie line that was almost non-existent, “whose fucking pussy fits in this?” 

"I mean, you are not supposed to go out in this, it will take you more time to put it on than for the guy to take it off." She stared at you, "Y/n, why are we even buying lingerie?” 

You turned bright red, “umm...” 

“Are you seeing someone? Is Zoro? Sanji? Oh god, please tell me it's not Sanji.” 

“No, no, it’s not them, and I’m not exactly seeing him." You pulled and hung back different clothes, not daring to look at her, it was until you pulled an orange and black set, “what do you think about this one?” 

“What do you...?” She turned to see it, the confusion in her face quickly being replaced with shock, “Holy shit, are you fucking Ace?!” She yelled. 

“Shh! Nami, what the fuck?! I don’t need the entire mall to find out.” 

“How? Since when? I mean, we all know you’ve always had a crush on him, but...” 

“He offered to take my virginity.” 

“What?!” 

After a brief and whispered-yelled explanation, you filled her in. She looked unsure about your decision, but at the end of the day, it was Ace, and she trusted him as much as you did (also, she isn’t blind, even if she isn’t into guys she could admit how hot he is).  

“I think he’ll love that on you.” 

His eyes were glued to the cloth that adorned your chest, following the flower pattern with his fingers. He gulped, feeling his sanity slip away. He had to get his shit together. 

“Do you like it?” Not daring to look him in the eyes. 

“Did you get this for me?” 

You nodded shyly. 

"I love it." 

His hands were soft against your skin, his lips kissing and sucking every single inch of your being; the words he would whisper in your ear made your knees grow weak. The way his fingers reached places yours never could, his tongue enveloping your bundle of nerves introducing you to a new world of sensations, his teeth marked the skin around your nipples making you throw your head back in ecstasy. You would beg for the next step, bucking up your hips against his, but he decided to be a tease about it. 

“I’m not sure you are ready for my cock, princess.” 

His dirty talk sent waves down your core, making you whine, "Please, Ace." 

“Mm...” He hummed against your skin, “How much do you want it?” 

“Ace, please, please make love to me.” 

That seemed to ground him a bit, "Okay, my love." 

He tapped the tip of his dick against your clit a couple of times, then dragged it up and down your entrance, “Tell me if hurts, okay?” And like that, he pushed himself inch by inch. 

Your mouth opened, letting out small moans and gasps, the sensation quite foreign to you, he was quite bigger than your fingers, stretching you out in a way you'd never been before. “Oh my god.” 

“Are you okay?” 

“Yeah, yeah, just give me a second, please don’t move.” Completely overwhelmed. 

“Of course.” He stilled himself, lowering his face to place small kisses on the valley of your breasts and neck. 

After a couple of minutes, you allowed him to continue. He started with small, almost fearful thrusts, closely watching every single change in your expression, until you threw your head back and moaned along, “There, right there! Don’t stop!” 

With renewed confidence, his hips moved more securely, bulling that spot inside of you, “There, baby? Does it feel good?”  

“Yes! Oh god, Ace!” Your nails scratched down his back. 

“Fuck babe, you are driving me crazy.” 

His moans filled your ears, you didn’t know someone could sound so heavenly. His hands gripped the plush flesh of your hips so tightly and possessive you were sure it would leave marks, but you didn’t care, he could mark all he wanted, you were his. He pushed himself off you, not stopping his pace, "You look so fucking beautiful”, his kisses were messy and desperate. 

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer, eyes at the back of your skull, and your mouth unable to pronounce anything but his name. His eyes closed, mouth letting out whines and whimpers in the form of your name, his pelvis pushing against your clit. 

His tip kept bullying your cervix, making you clench even tighter around his length, Ace knew he wouldn’t last much longer, but he had to make you cum first. He needed it. 

“Common, baby. Give it to me, cum around my cock, please." His pace became quicker and rougher, and his thumb drew circles on your clit, “I need to feel you cumming around me, please give it to me.” 

Hearing him beg for you was your last straw, the knot in your belly bursting and sending your entire body and mind into complete ecstasy, “Ace!”  

Your walls contracted against his cock, pushing him over the edge, “Fuck, Y/n!” His essence filling the condom, he silently wished it was inside you instead. 

You pushed your forearms against your face, covering your face while trying to regain your breath, you could feel the throbbing of your legs' muscles and the shivers running down your spine. 

“Love? Are you okay?” He pushed away the arm covering you, “Y/n is everything alright?” 

You giggled and nodded. You were happy. 

He giggled right back, “Good. Let me clean you up, then we can cuddle.” 

Oh, you and your poor heart. 

A week after you were at Nami’s house, celebrating your weekend before you were off to college. You made your way through the crowd, in search of any of your friends, how the hell did Nami know so many people? Thankfully, you quickly spotted Usopp and Luffy downing shots in the kitchen bar. 

“Slow down boys, or you’ll have a massive hangover tomorrow.” 

“Loosen up, Y/n. We are in college now, have some fun. Here.” Usopp passed you a cup, no idea what kind of alcohol or mix was inside it, "Chug it.” 

Well, if he insists. 

Half an hour later you were screaming the lyrics of a song you barely recognized at the top of your lungs, leaning against Luffy while he shoved his mouth with snacks. Nami had finally found you, dragging Sanji and Zoro with her. 

“I have been looking for you all over the place, come on!” She grabbed your hand, now taking you and your drink buddies into another room. 

All of you were tipsy, well a bit more than that, but managed to sit in a circle on the floor. Nami opened a bottle of tequila and poured it into the small red cups, “we need to toast to us making it to college.” 

“We got wasted back when we received our acceptance letters, we couldn’t stop throwing up the next day, don’t you remember?” Zoro groaned. 

“Yeah, yeah, but now the day is almost there, a lot has happened since, hasn’t it Y/n?” 

“Shut up, Nami.” The blush on your cheeks wasn’t from the alcohol in your veins. 

“What happened, Y/n?” Luffy said, tilting his head in curiosity. Of course, that was the one time he would catch onto something.  

“Nothing important, Luff don't worry about it.” 

Nami let out a drunk laugh, “Oh no, it wasn’t just important, it was massive.” 

“Nami!” You shoved her playfully. 

“Okay, what’s going on? What’s with all the secrecy?” Sanji said exasperated. 

Your best friend grabbed and shook you by the shoulders, "Our girl here, is officially the second member in our crew to lose her virginity." 

“Nami!” 

“What?!” Sanji’s eyes almost shot out of his head, “When? Where? How? With whom? How could you, Y/n?!” 

“Last week.” Nami continued. “With Ace.” 

The crew went crazy, asking you a thousand questions, screaming around and laughing like hyenas. You were bombarded with questions by Sanji and Nami, while Luffy made a grossed-out expression, not wanting to know so much about his brother. None of you seemed to notice how one crew member had checked out of the conversation and stepped out onto the balcony. 

He didn’t want to admit it, but his heart had fallen and cracked into the ground. His hands gripped the railing tightly, trying to control the knot that had formed in his throat.  

Of course, it was Ace. It was always Ace.  

“Are you okay, man?” He heard Usopp opening the door behind him. 

“It’s whatever.” 

"I'm sorry, Zoro." He patted him on the back, "I still don’t think you should give up on it. I believe you guys should be together.” 

The green-haired man looked at the sky, his chest aching, "yeah well, she believes she should be with Ace.”  

[todomochi-uwu]

Trigun Stampede | s01e12

“I’m Vash the Stampede.”

[todomochi-uwu]

Seeking a Creative Reset

After a very prolonged period of self-hatred, doubt, and plainly, depression, I've decided that I need to get out of my slump. So, please send any prompt with any Stray Kids, ATEEZ, or Seventeen members you have (I won't lie — I have a preference for Joshua, Wonwoo, Chan, Yunho, and Mingi, as you may have noticed before, but I'll try to branch out of my comfort zone). I have been writing around the same themes repeatedly, which is one of the reasons for my block, so go as wild as you desire, and while I may not be able to write every single request, I'll try my best. Be as vague as you want or as explicit, as I want to challenge myself. Also, I need to finish my thesis —and if I can't write, I can't do that.

Or if you want me to continue/finish any of my past works.

Thank you for all your support. Please continue reading my work, both the past and, hopefully, the future.

[todomochi-uwu]

Taste ┃ B. C

Pairing: Bang Chan x reader

Genre: Angst, Smut

Warnings: This content is for a mature audience

Synopsis:

"Well, I heard you're back together and if that's true You'll just have to taste me when he's kissin' you"

Loving him and losing him might hurt just as much or even more as making her taste your pain. Is it worth it? Or have you forgotten who was the one who wronged you?

Author's notes: Sad porn. Basically. Oh, and I don't condone any kind of cheating.

WARNINGS: Cheating (reader and Bang Chan)

This fanfic belongs to the series Short n' Sweet, please make sure to check it out.

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They were on every single social media platform there is. All smiley, all cutesy. It made you want to throw up.  

When Christopher first told you things weren’t working out you believed him. The lack of time, miscommunication, stress and many other things made things harder than they needed to be. So, you thought, right person, wrong time. Maybe in the future... 

It wasn’t until you knocked on his door the weekend after you had ended things, having forgotten a box of your stuff (you still couldn’t decide whether it was on purpose or an actual slip) when she opened the door: hair disheveled, bare faced, his shirt the only thing covering her. Your entire body froze in shock, you could feel your heart cracking little by little, tears threatened to spill out of your eyes. 

What. The. Fuck.  

“Oh, Y/n, right?” She leaned against the door frame, scanning you up and down before smiling at you. She knew exactly who you were. “Chris said you might be stopping by.” She said while pushing the box into your hands, “Such a shame you didn’t work out. But you know what they always say, they always go back to their first love, bye.” Wiggling her fingers in front of your face. 

You spent a good ten minutes leaning against the wall trying to figure out how not to bawl your eyes out on the way home. Spoiler, you still did. 

Rage took over your mind, at first. Every single memory tinted with the idea of her. When did it even happen? How didn’t you notice? Why her and not you? You spent weeks trying to figure it out, trying to cope, but nothing could bring comfort to your restless heart. 

“I have never felt this way about someone, baby.” He said, holding you in his arms.  

You giggled, shaking your head, “Shut up, you are such a liar.” 

“I’m being serious,” he turned you around, looking into your eyes, “you have no idea how much I love you, Y/n.” 

Stalking their social media accounts was never a good idea, but you couldn’t help it. Why did he never post a photo of you? Thousands of photos of their relationship flooded your feed, them on a date, on vacation, where was all this time when it came to you? That’s when it finally clicked, if he wanted to, he would. It just was that you weren’t the one he wanted. 

While it was easier said than done, and admittedly, there were days when you wanted to die, the pain slowly eased. You worked on yourself, going out of your comfort zone, trying new things, reconnecting with old friends, and travelling a little. Your mind no longer going back to him. And like he’s got a sixth sense... 

A notification pops onto your phone screen. 

In the middle of having drinks, when you were looking your nicest and feeling your finest, there he was. In a small red heart at the bottom of your post. How tacky, you couldn’t help but think. So, you turned your phone down. 

But of course, you could put it out of your sight, only not out of your mind. 

_______________ 

And so, it started once again. A different post each day, the outfits got more and more revealing, while the poses left less and less to the imagination. You didn’t even have to wait a few minutes for the notification to pop up, in a matter of seconds there it was. It had become some kind of addiction, knowing he still thinks of you, knowing he still wants you. And that only made you want to get more daring. Something you would come to regret eventually. 

Burning in the back of your mind was still her, the way she wiggled her back into his life, into your relationship. It was something you couldn’t leave in the past. And your captions clearly showed it.  

_______________ 

A photo of you leaning against the wall. The dress you wore on your first date. “He's funny, now all his jokes hit different. Guess who he learned that from?”  

A photo of you laying on the bed, on all fours, ass up, tits spilling from the black lace corset. His favourite set, his favourite pose. “I heard you're back together and if that's true. You'll just have to taste me when he's kissing you.”  

You were in the middle of cleaning your room, organizing your makeup, getting rid of clothes that you no longer like, when you come across it.  

A photo of you sitting on your knees in front of the mirror. Only a pair of thin panties covering your bottom. His favorite sweatshirt as a top. “You're wondering why half his clothes went missing, my body's where they're at.”  

_______________ 

Your phone rang from the kitchen bar, pulling your attention away from the soup boiling on the stove. Your stomach fell to the floor, and a small gasp escaped your mouth. 

Hey. 

_______________ 

“What are you doing, Y/n?”, said Felix.  

“It’s just a coffee, Lix.” 

“You know damn well it’s not only that.” He stood next to you while you finished getting ready, in front of the mirror, “when did you start talking again?” 

“Not long ago, a couple of weeks.” 

“A couple of weeks? Oh my god, have you forgotten what he did to you? How much it took you to even get out of bed?” 

“No, and no. It’s just lunch, Felix it’s not like I’m going to end up on his bed.” 

“Yeah, keep telling that to yourself. Besides, is he even single? I thought he was back with his ex.”  

“They’ve been having some problems.” You mumbled, not looking at him, hoping he wouldn’t hear you.  

“How much have you been talking to him? When did he ask you out? No, scratch that, why did you say yes?” 

“To get some closure, Lix.” You finished applying lipstick, “I swear, no more than a coffee, no more than an hour. Now,” you straighten your skirt and smile at your best friend, “how do I look?” 

“Like you are better than this.” 

_______________ 

You sat in your car, in front of the café, annihilating your fingernails, Felix’s words had implanted themselves into your brain; to be fair, it wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about it before. What were you doing? Why were you here? A couple of weeks ago you were sure you didn't want anything to do with him ever again, but now? You weren´t so sure. And even if it came to that, could you do to her what she did to you?  

Your hand reached for your key, turning it to start your car, when a knock on the window pulled you out of your daze. There he was. 

His hair straightened and parted the way you like it, small black studs on his ears, black acid wash jeans and a sleeveless shirt. The bastard still knew exactly how to make your knees grow weak.  

“Hey, long time no see.” 

“Hey, yeah, it’s been a while.” 

... 

It was bound to happen. Everyone knew it. Him. You. But you liked to pretend it came out of nowhere. 

Chris was pounding into you as if his life depended on it, hands gripping your hips hard enough you were sure bruises would be there in the morning, your ass an angry red from all the spanking and slapping and your cunt dripping onto the satin sheets of the hotel room. 

“Fuck, Chris!” Face down, your knees are barely able to keep up with his rhythm.  

“I missed you so much, baby girl.” He pressed his chest against your back, whispering in your ear and kissing your neck, “I miss you; I miss your body, I miss your perfect little cunt.” He continued his way down your body, his fingers tracing small and quick circles on your clit. 

He knew your body like the back of his hand. Where to touch, where to suck, where to lick, everything; a part of you loves the idea that he still remembered such details; another part knows it’s about getting his dick wet. 

“You take my cock so well, fuck, oh god, I’m gonna cum.” He said between moans. His thrusts became quicker and shorter, but he knew exactly how to hit the spot that had you seeing stars. 

“Please, please, make me cum, Chris.” Gibberish and a few coherent words came out of your mouth. You were right on the edge, a step away from falling from the cliff. 

“Fuck!” 

And it finally snapped, the sudden warmth threw you over the edge, your whole body trembled, your lungs screaming for some air, and your mascara smeared all over your face and the sheets. You felt his hand caress your back up and down, his fingers tracing shapeless patterns on the skin. 

“Are you okay, baby?” His tone is now sweet and comforting, making your heart flutter. This is bad. 

“Yeah, yeah, umm thanks.” Accepting the bottle he pressed onto your lips. 

He smiled at you, “I meant it, Y/n I miss you.” 

You nodded, not sure what to say. 

_______________ 

And so, the cycle continued its course. You knew you had to leave, but you were not sure you had what it took to end it. Too much of a coward to confront him, to ask him what the fuck was happening. You liked to think you were different from Chan, that he was the one in a relationship, and that he should be the one to stop this, but you knew you were also guilty. 

On top of him, his back leaning against the bedframe, your hips went up and down in a slow sway, holding him close while he kissed your chest. Third, fourth round? Only God knows. This time you acted like you had all the time in the world, no rush, no frenetic passion, only the two of you. 

“I fucking adore you, princess.” He whispered against your lips. 

You only let out a small moan in response, not daring to say anything else. 

His hands stroked the skin on your legs, giving you goosebumps. You had been in this exact scene before, only this time your heart didn’t fill with love, it only broke even further.  

You increased the pace, bouncing harder on his cock. You backed away placing your hands on his knees, Chan’s let himself fall back down on the bed, putting his arms behind his head, he enjoyed the show in front of him. Your boobs jumped up and down, his abdomen muscles clenching, his groans and moans increased their volume, his hands gripped your ass desperately and right before he came, he pressed toy against his chest. 

“Oh shit! Oh god, I love you Y/n.”  

_______________ 

His head between your legs, his tongue lapping up your clitoris and his fingers stuffing your cunt. You felt like in heaven. Your hands pulled on his hair, and he moaned against your centre; your legs thrashed around, and his name left his lips again and again. You were right there, but as you opened your eyes, there it was. In the mirror ceiling (that for some reason he convinced you to try) the picture of you, in bed, with a man you could no longer call your own.  

That was when your heart finally evaporated into nothing, and the fog left your mind. 

_______________ 

You paced around Hyunjin’s apartment, cigarette in your hand. You felt like throwing up, like ripping your hair out, and vomit all over the floor, all at the same time. 

“You’ve got to calm down.” He leaned against his burgundy sofa, a glass of whiskey in his hand. 

“I’m a homewrecker, Hyunjin.” Your hands trembled, “I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. Everything was just getting better, I was so close, and now, now, I’m, now, this. I’m a homewrecker.” Tears escaped your tears along with choked gasps. 

“You are not a homewrecker, my love.” He got up and grabbed your hands, making you look at him, “she did the same thing to you. She deserves it.” 

“I don’t want to be like her, Jinnie. I don’t, I can’t be like her.” You cried into his arms. 

“You are not doing anything, he’s the one who is actively deciding to do this.” You love Hyunjin, you know he’s always going to be on your side, even when you don’t deserve it.  

“I need to stop this. I don’t want it any longer.” You whispered. 

He nodded and went to look for your phone, “you are right, this must stop. Don’t worry, love you are not alone.” 

“At the end of the day, it wasn’t her who cheated on me, it was him. He was the one who broke my heart.”  

So, you did what you should have done in the first place. You got rid of him everywhere, blocked him out of your life, no messages, no calls, no emails, not even comments. You took down all it, ashamed of the things you did and spoke. You ask everyone to not say a thing about yourself to Chan or to you about him, detoxifying yourself from him. Guilt didn’t quite abandon you, but it was your cross to bear.  

_______________ 

You had come across her, it was on a random night, at a random place. Your looks crossed and you felt all the air ripped out of your lungs. She looked miserable. They had broken up; you had read it somewhere (you swore you hadn’t looked it up). You felt like apologizing, but then decided against, what would you say? I’m sorry for fucking with your relationship, I’m sorry for giving you a taste of what I felt like? Like it justifies your actions.  

_______________ 

Chris had tried everything to get in contact with you, fake accounts, new phone numbers, he begged everyone who knew you to tell him something, anything, where you were, how you were doing, were you thinking of him? 

“Felix, please, I know I fucked, please tell me where is she? Let me speak to her.” 

“Chan, I don’t even know what you are doing here. I’m not telling you shit, leave her alone.” 

“Please, I love...”, he was cut off. 

“Why now? Why do you want her now? Why not when you had her?” 

“Because I’m a fucking idiot, as simple as that.” 

“Oh, believe me I know, I know how much of a piece of shit you are. You and your little pity party can go to hell.”  

_______________ 

“It’s like she vanished, Sana.” Chris said on the phone. 

Sana could only roll her eyes, she had heard this speech like a thousand times, and she was way past it, “Chan, please, let it go. You fucked up, you now move on, there’s nothing left to do.” 

He groaned, “but...” 

“But nothing, leave that girl alone, Chris it’s time for you to accept she doesn’t want you back. I mean, after that shit you pulled, who would?” 

_______________ 

He knew what he had to do, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Letting you go was one of the hardest he ever had to do, and while he was the one to break up with you, and fuck his ex, he still had hope. He’s such an asshole, and he knew it. 

It wasn’t until one day, passing by your once favourite café, he saw you. Sitting down there, reading a book, by yourself, he at once thought it was the right time to make things right, to say all the things that had been running through his mind since the last time he saw you.  

I love you.  

I meant everything I said, I miss you and I’m going crazy without you.  

Please, give me a chance to make things right. 

And as he was going to push the door, he wondered, should he do it? What right did he have to disrupt your world once again? And so, he backed down. 

“I’m so sorry, Y/n.” He whispered to himself.  

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Short n' Sweet

Inspired by Sabrina Carpenter's album Short n' Sweet I will write and post a series of twelve one-chapter fics during October. Most of these will be angsty smut, so beware of that. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them.

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Taste ┃ Bang Chan

"Well, I heard you're back together and if that's true

You'll just have to taste me when he's kissin' you"

Loving him and losing him might hurt just as much or even more as making her taste your pain. Is it worth it? Or have you forgotten who was the one who wronged you?

Please Please Please ┃ Changbin

tbd

Good Graces ┃ Hyunjin

tbd

Sharpest Tool ┃ Han

tbd

Coincidence ┃ Lee Know

tbd

Bed Chem ┃ Seungmin

tbd

Espresso ┃ Lee Know

tbd

Dumb & Poetic ┃ Han

tbd

Slim Pickins ┃ I.n

tbd

Juno ┃ Bang Chan

tbd

Lie to Girls ┃ Seungmin

tbd

Don’t Smile ┃ Felix

tbd

[todomochi-uwu]

do you plan on doing part 2 of favorite crime? no pressure just wondering cause i loved the first one!!

I want to, but I'm a bit indecisive cause I don't think people actually liked it hehe 😗 it's been a while but if you want me to I'll do it. I just have to scratch my brain a little cause I think my content has been kinda repetitive lately.

Thank you for the support either way!! I really really appreciate it 💕

[todomochi-uwu]

“Hey, you up?”  B.C

Pairing: Bang Chan x reader

Genre: Angst, Smut

Warnings: This content is for a mature audience

Synopsis: Don't wanna end this game Hope it goes for eternity Let's not go official, we can keep the "You & Me" Don't ask, "What are we?"

Author's notes: This is sad and steamy. It's been quite some time, sorry. Hope you like it.

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“Hey, you up?”  

Nights like this always start the same. Same message, same reply, same outcome. Every. Single. Time. And every time you end up the same way. Tangled in your cold bed sheets, staring at ceiling, while he’s quick to look for his clothes and get out as quick as possible. A long time ago you had tried to get him to stay, but now you know it is a lost cause. Chan would never stay over, because staying over is for people in relationships, and he doesn’t do relationships.  

“I’ve never liked labels, if we are having fun, why spoilt it with technicalities?”, he said.  

Things started with you being naive enough to believe that sex would be enough for your fragile heart. Maybe you could get closer to him little by little, you thought, maybe he would grow feelings (well, at least you did) maybe, maybe, maybe...   

Sex with Chan is great, mind-blowing, you’d never had someone who was so focused on your body, on what you like and what sends you over the edge. It was like he had memorized every single nerve of your body, knowing where to touch, where to suck, like or bite. It was everything he did that made you almost addicted to him; the way his fingers would reach places yours could never even imagine; how his tongue and lips seemed to be able to go on forever, never once complaining; the way his hips and his cock would move and thrust sending you into heaven every single time. Chan was a giver in bed, always making sure to put you first while in bed, many orgasms, and blissful hours at a time, but as soon as you were done, he went back to being the same detached man you know.   

And while at first, you could somewhat stand this kind of relationship, it was slowly destroying you on the inside. So, now you lay there, staring at your phone screen, debating yourself. Would it be worth it? At least for a few hours, to be in his arms until your little bubble pops once he’s had his fill. Saving your soul and your mental peace would be a wise decision, but you are weak, weak and in love.  

“Fuck, Chris!” You pulled his hair, his head between your legs, while his lips are wrapped around your clit and his fingers piston in and out of your hole. His other hand keeps your legs open while you thrash them around, unable to keep them still.  

His fingers change into their angle, making you throw your head back, now his tongue kitten licks your small bundle of nerves, “Common, pretty girl. Cum one more time and I’ll fuck you the way you like.” His lips sucked harshly.  

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, please, please, please.” You didn't even know what you were begging for, “Don’t stop, Chan.” Tears threatened to come out, it was too much.   

“You are doing so good, such a good girl, my perfect little slut. Come on, baby cum.” His tongue thrusting itself into you, sending you over the edge. Your back arched and you let out such a sound you were sure the neighbours would complain in the morning, but you couldn't care less right now.  

Eyes closed and desperate for air, your legs numb and a tingly feeling between them, Chan kept lapping at your centre, slurping all your juices, overstimulating you. Your mind was in complete bliss, making you unaware of the producer’s next plans. He was quick to turn you around, grabbing your hips and putting you in four.  

“Fucking hell, you have no idea how much I love your ass.” He said as he spanked your cheeks a couple of times, leaving a dark imprint on both. You moaned and shoved your face into your pillows, you could feel your juices start to spill down your leg.  

“Please, please, fuck me, Chanie.” You wiggled your hips, trying to entice him.  

He grabbed his cock and rubbed your clit with it, “Yeah? You want my cock, baby?” He pressed it against your cunt, pushing a bit in, but it wasn’t enough, “Beg for it, love.”  

You whined, your skin was on fire, and your legs trembled with need, “please, daddy, I’ve been a good girl, please, please, I need your cock, plea...” You screamed.   

Chan shoved himself with a single thrust. Throwing his head back and grabbing your hips tightly, he didn’t give you any time to get used to. “Shit, you are so fucking tight.” His pelvis banged the tender skin of your ass, his balls slapping your clit, and his cock hitting against your cervix. His rhythm was too much, but you wouldn’t dare escape it.  

He leaned himself into you, put his hand right beside your head. He could see how red your face was, the way your mouth let out at sins and how tears ran down your face. And he was loving every single second of it. “Who is making you feel this good, baby?”  

You couldn't even answer, gibberish and moans came out of you, but that wasn’t enough for you. He changed the angle of his thrusts, hitting a sensitive spot inside you, making you scream, his hand went right to your clit, rubbing it in circles, “Answer me. Who?” You tried once again, but nothing clear came out.  

Tired of this, Chan straightens himself, taking you with him. Your back against his chest, his hand choking your neck while his thrust got even quicker, his mouth right next to your ear. “I know you are nothing but a dumb slut, but I’m talking to you, and I expect an answer. Now.” Thrust. “Tell me.” Thrust. “Who’s fucking you this good?”.  He bit you, marking you.  

“You, Chan!” Your thighs burned and you were so close, your juices now ran down his balls, and you felt like passing out. He pushed you to the bed, pressing himself against your back.  

“This pussy is mine, you hear me? No one else can have it.” His thrusts were becoming quicker, shorter and desperate, he was also close. “Only I get to fuck it, you are my whore, no one else’s.” Thrust. “Don’t you dare forget that.”  

Nonsense and his name kept coming out of you like a prayer, everything building up, until the tight knot in your stomach finally snapped, juices squirting everywhere. He wasn’t there yet, so he kept going, overstimulating you, sending your nerves into overdrive.  

“Just a bit more, Babygirl, hold on, yes, you are such a good girl, goddamn how much I love fucking you. Oh god!” And like that, you felt his warmth filling you up, making you cum once again. Slowly, he pulls his cock out, his seed spilling out of you and into your sheets. Your legs finally give in, and you fall flat out into the mattress.   

Your brain is somewhere else, trying to come back down, and Chan is right next to you. His left arm is in his face, he licks his lips in dehydration, his chest falls up and down quickly and his right hand holds tightly onto your thigh, trying to ground himself.   

And just as fast as Chan comes, he goes. He straightens himself, sitting down at the edge of the bed, he’s quiet and distant, looking for his clothes. Not once does the turn to look at you. “Hey, are you okay?”   

“Yeah.” You whisper, laying on your side, facing away from him.  

“Good.” He pulls his pants up, and his shirt next.   

As he’s about to make his great escape, all reason flies out of your head.   

“Hey, Chris?”  

“Yes?”  

“What are we?”  

You wait a few seconds, but nothing comes of his mouth, you have an answer.   

“Yeah, I knew it. Goodbye, Chris.”  

He doesn’t dare anything else, so he leaves.  

Everything had changed in that second, and you both know it.  

_________________  

It had been weeks since that night. All messages had gone unanswered. You were no longer lying in bed wondering if you should do it, you didn't. It was now Chan who tried to reach out.  

“Hey, you up?”  

“Hey, you up?”  

“Hey, you up?”  

“Hey, umm I don’t know if you are busy, but call me when you can. Or text me.”  

“Hey, baby haven’t seen you in a while. Text me. Please.”  

“Hey, did you change your number, and I forgot to save it or...”   

“Hey, I went to that café you like so much, you are right, it’s really good, we should go once you are not so busy. Text me.”  

“Hey, did I do something? Are you mad at me? Cause if I did, please let’s talk it out.”  

“Hey, listen, I don’t want to lose you over something so stupid. Call me. Please.”  

You can’t lose something you never had; you think. Work and friends kept you busy enough so you didn’t think about him in the day, nights were much more complicated, and there were days you were tempted to go back, longing for him, for his touch and his warmth, but you knew it would only make you feel worse.   

Han was the best friend in the world, taking you out and making you break out of your shell little by little, some days it was a party, others it was just the two of you. Some days you felt like you were at the top of the world, whereas others you could only weep in his arms until you passed out from the pain.  

_________________ 

You looked at yourself in the mirror. Makeup and hair done, high heels and heavy earrings, and even though you were trying to erase that fact from your head, his favourite dress on. Han had chosen it for you, and you couldn’t tell him why you had avoided that specific piece of clothing.   

“You ready, sweetie?” He peeked into the room. You nodded, not sure of it.   

_________________ 

Music was blasting out and bright coloured lights covered the entire place. The drink in your hand had served its purpose, you were drunk. In the middle of the dance floor, Han has his hands on your waist, keeping you close while you dance. He whispers sweet things in your ear, while you giggle. It wasn’t something new, this scene had occurred on past occasions, even escalating, but Han and you never dug too deep into it, kisses and casual affairs had once been part of your friendship, and you both were comfortable with that.  

He turned you around, looking into your eyes, he placed a small kiss on your forehead, next on the tip of your nose, and your lips. A simple peck. You put your hands around his neck, swaying your hips, throwing your head back, enjoying the moment.  

“What you thinking about, pretty?” He whispered against your lips.  

“Nothing in particular.” You whisper back.  

He pulls you closer, your head against his neck, and his lips leave small kisses on yours. You feel at ease.  

Until you open your eyes.   

And there he is.  

A drink in his hand, he’s looking at you. His eyes burned holes into Jisung’s back. All air escapes your lungs.  

“Ji, he’s, he’s here.” You whisper-yelled, your pulse going up.  

“What? Chan? Are you sure?”  

“Jisung, he’s here.” Your tongue twists and your fists tighten around his clothes, “He’s here, I don’t know what to do, I, I, I’m not ready.”   

“Okay, calm down, I’m getting you out of here.” He grabs your hand, quick to push his way through the crowd. You make it out of the place, and the cold air hits you, helping regain your breath. “Okay, give me a second, I’m getting the car, wait here.” You try to protest, but he’s gone before you can.   

You stand there, shivering, praying he doesn’t find you, but you smell his cologne before you can even see him.  

 “I thought you and Jisung were only friends.” His tone is harsh, making you flinch, “Is he the reason you’ve been ignoring me?”  

“We are just friends.”  

“Friends don’t kiss like that.”  

“Yeah? Then what the hell were we doing, Chan? Because we sure as hell were not dating.” Your turned to him.   

“Why haven't you answered my texts?”  

“I’ve been busy.”  

“With him?” Venom spits out of his mouth, he’s way past furious. You know he’s jealous, but that throws you off.  

“No, Chan. I have a life out of our little flings, and you know it.”  

“So, you are too busy to answer me, but aren’t too busy to come here and throw yourself into Jisung?”  

Okay. You are done.  

“What do you want me to say, Chan? You have no right to come here and demand an answer. You are not my boyfriend. You and me, we are nothing.”  

“That’s a damn lie and you know it.”  

“Do I? What are we? Because you made it quite clear, you like me Chan, but you don’t love me.”  

“The fact that I don’t like labels, doesn’t...”  

“Oh, cry me a fucking river, Christopher. You don’t want me, but you also don’t want anyone else to have me. You are so fucking cruel.” You cried, tired of everything, of him, “I need to move on, I need it. Please, let me go.”  

Han's car horn ranged loudly, arriving just in time to save you. “I’ve gotta go. Goodbye, Chris.” Same words as that night, the night he lost you. They ran on Chan’s ears.   

He grabbed your hand, tightly, not wanting you to leave, “please, please let’s talk, I don’t want this to end.” Small droplets came out of his eyes, startling you, but you stood your ground.  

“Chan, let me go please.” You tugged.  

“I don’t want to.” He pulled.  

“Don’t make it even harder, please, my heart can’t take it anymore.” You whispered.  

“Give me a chance, please. I’m begging you.  

“No, Chan. I already know how this will end, and I can’t take it.”  

He shook his head, “please.”  

...  

“Can you promise you will be my boyfriend?” Plain and simple.  

“What?” His eyes widened.  

“Can you promise to give us a title? No more casual sex? Will you make it official?”   

You wait a few seconds, but nothing comes of his mouth, you have an answer.   

“Yeah, I knew it. Goodbye, Chris.”  

Everything had ended in that second, and you both know it.