One piece x Dom male reader imagines

Smoker

Request by Dark-little-angel and ParkShiruyumu 

"C-captain Smoker," Tashigi stuttered, eyes looking anywhere else besides Smoker himself. 

"What?" he said gruffly. 

"S-sir, I-I was just wondering if you were injured?"

Smoker paused at this, eyebrows raising in confusion, twisting to gain a look at the questioning face of his subordinate, he blew out the smoke from his multiple cigars. The action was enough of a question itself to Tashigi. 

"Y-your neck looks quite bruised, sir," she hesitantly offered. 

'Fuck,' Smoker thought, hands unconsciously going to his throat. 

'I forgot to cover them,' the bruises around his neck were supposed to be shielded by his uniform (that he decided to close up for once). The memories of yesterdays night flowed into his mind, causing him to flush at the very thought of you. 

It was a good thing nobody saw the bite mark just on the edge of his nape, all in its red and purple glory, glaring to the world. 

"Don't worry about it," Smoker growled, his fingers stretching the material of his cloak to hide anymore marks he was obliviously displacing. Tashigi rushed off just after a number of apologies came tumbling out of her mouth, not wanting to be in the presence of her mad superior any longer. 

Smoker sighed through the cigars sitting in his mouth as he began walking to where he knew you would be, a barely noticeable limp in his steps. 

Arriving in his office, he stared at the mess surrounding the table near his own. He could see your figure slumped over the papers and reports thrown across the desk, your muttering and the scratching of a pen the only thing able to be heard. 

"Hey." Smoker declared into the room, his voice startling you out of your haze. 

"Oh, Smoker," you welcomed with a strained smile, nimble fingers gliding through your hair and across your sweaty forehead. Smoker could see the tension in your shoulders, his previous anger fading away into exasperation at the sight. 

"You need to relax," he abruptly said, stepping closer towards the chair you were laying in. He suddenly pushed you back enough, away from the messy desk leaving enough room for him to walk infront of you. He grabbed onto your shoulders and slipped onto your lap, he could feel the muscles tense underneath him, the feeling of hands gripping his behind to ensure he doesn't fall a soft comfort to him. 

Your lips met in a battle of calm, neither of you aggressive, the gentle meeting of tongues allowing Smoker to start grinding down onto your crotch. The both of you pulling away for air, breaths mingling together like the meeting of clouds and rain, Smoker's breath hitched at the feel of your lips and tongue tracing along the splotches of bruises decorating his skin. 

"Beautiful," your whispered against his throat, his skin a canvas of painted reds and purples and everything inbetween. The compliment causing Smoker to gulp silently, adam's apple bobbing at the movement as he continued to grind roughly into you, cock straining against the confines of his pants. The both of you having a soaking wet patch.

"S-shit," Smoker gasped out, his teeth biting into his bottom lip. Hips now sloppily connecting to your fast thrusts, the friction of your clothes making everything the more pleasurable and desperate. 

Smoker hastily held onto the back of the creaking chair, as your hands brought him flushed close to you, he groans as his nipples graze against the cloak of his uniform, chest to chest with you. His own chest having small love bites and teeth marks encircling his hard nipples, the touch of your nails digging into his backside, the press of both of your clothed cocks. All this made Smoker roll his eyes into his head with a whimper, and stain his pants with his cum. 

You muffled a groan into Smoker's shoulder as you came into your shorts, his form sinking into your own. A line of drool has worked itself from Smoker's moaning mouth, lips plump and red, his body glistening in the low light of the evening sun coming from the window. 

Absently Smoker wondered where he put his cigars, but the urge disappeared once you brushed your lips against his, locking into place. Nearly a minute had passed before you delicately twisted away, eyes filled with so much appreciation and love. 

"Thank you, I needed that," you breathed. 

Smoker grumbled at the way he could tell his cheeks had just dusted pink, and looked away. You laughed contentedly, fingers stroking the hard lines of the face of the man you fell in love with.

They sat there, twined together like vines as they relaxed, blissfully ignoring everything but each other.