Anime One Shot Book 2 - Requests Open

228. One Piece: Smoker ~ Male Reader

@wagnerreborn00 requested this one! I did my best; I hope you like it!
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(Y/f/n) (Y/l/n) is a Junior Marine officer serving under Smoker for two years; during those two years, they bonded and became good friends despite the age difference and gap in their ranks. And over that year (Y/f/n) developed a crush on his commanding officer. He knew it would be impossible to get into a relationship with him; if he ever found out he had feelings for him, (Y/f/n) would either be discharged or switched to another platoon. So no matter what happened, he wouldn't say anything and keep his feelings in check.

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I was tired. The mission Commander Smoker & I went on -together. Alone wasn't tricky, but it was long and tedious. We were called to Comriden Island in the Grand Island to eliminate the ever-growing tiger population. The commander dealt with most of them alone; I'm sure I was brought along because he wasn't allowed to be alone. We would be heading out right away, but a storm was coming this way and would last for a few days.

I followed behind Smoker as we entered an Inn; only one room was available. It wasn't the best, and there was only one bed, but a couch was in the room. I jumped on the sofa before Smoker could; knowing him, he would have taken the couch.

"Kid." Smoker glared down at me. "Don't make me move you."

"Couches are more comfortable to me than beds are. Plus, if Tashigi ever found out you slept on a couch while I slept in a bed, she would have my head." I looked right back at him.

He clicked his tongue and went over to the bed. I closed my eyes and lay on the couch with my arms tucked behind my head. I wonder what life would be like if I weren't a marine...I wouldn't be in constant danger, and I could have a family. Possibly. Doubtful. Maybe I should find a different job, something more stable. Find someone else to settle down with. Someone who isn't my boss. Someone who's into guys. 

"Oi. What's wrong?" Smoker asked after whacking me with a pillow.

"Huh? ...Ah, nothings wrong." I shrugged my shoulders, tossing the pillow back over to him.

I was surprised when Smoker put me into a headlock, and my hair was messed up. I 'attempted' to get out of his hold. I couldn't keep myself from laughing as he smirked down. I asked him to stop, but he wouldn't. Not until I told him what was bothering me. So I did, reluctantly, and not everything. Not the part of wanting to be with him.

"That's part of the job description, kid. Lots of self-sacrifices, but it's what we need to endure for the greater cause. The pursuit of justice trumps any concern for individual well-being. On a personal note, you're a good friend, kid. I'd miss you too much if you left," Smoker smirked down at me, releasing me from his hold.

I looked away from him, praying my face didn't go red. He's right...I wouldn't be able to leave him even if it would be better.

"I'm craving a drink; get changed." Smoker ordered,

I went to my bag, glancing back at Smoker as he took off his shirt to change into civilian clothes. I focused on getting changed myself. Don't stare, idiot.

~ Point of View Change ~

(Y/f/n) was drunk. Smoker scowled as he watched (Y/f/n) flirt with other men at the bar; some flirted back, the rest he didn't flirt with. It was like he knew who would flirt back and who wouldn't. None of them had touched him yet, so it was fine. Smoker handled it, ignoring the women who approached him, keeping his eye on his subordinate. One of the men (Y/f/n) was flirting and grabbed his butt.

Smoker stood up, tossed money on the counter for their drinks, and marched to (Y/f/n). He hoisted the young man over his shoulder and left the bar. The man who had touched him shook his head. It was apparent to everyone in the establishment - except for the women who flirted with Smoker - that Smoker had feelings for the young boy who had gotten drunk and flirted with every attractive man in the bar.

"SmokerSama!~ I washavingfun!!~" (Y/f/n) whined, his words mixing, as Smoker made his way to their hotel. However, he still understood what (Y/f/n) meant. 

Smoker didn't say anything and tightened his grip around (Y/f/n)'s waist. (Y/f/n) pouted, not saying anything else to the hotel. As soon as they got into their room, Smoker threw (Y/f/n) onto the bed, gaining a squeal from the young man.

"Sleep." The smoker ordered before going to the couch.

He didn't make it far as (Y/f/n) grabbed his sleeve, looking up at Smoker with lust in his eyes and his face flushed. Smoker tensed up as he scanned (Y/f/n)'s face.

"Kid-" Smoker started,

"I'm not a kid! I'm a marwnetoo!" (Y/f/n) cut him off, his words slurring together.

Smoker sighed, grumbling to himself that he was going to regret this in the morning. When (Y/f/n) blinked, he was lying on the bed with Smoker hovering over him. (Y/f/n)'s face went completely red, and when Smoker leaned down close, their lips an inch apart. Smoker shook his head as he pulled away. (Y/f/n) passed out. Smoker took his shoes and socks off and stripped him to his boxers before tucking him in. Grumbling about him being a drunk brat.