One Piece x Reader Erotica (NO REQUESTS)

Crossing Swords (Law x Reader x Zoro)

Fem!Reader

"You seem distracted today, [Name]-ya."

"Hm, what?" You tore your eyes away from Zoro's shirtless, sweaty workout session to meet your lover's knowing stare. "Oh, yeah I'm a little out of it, I guess. Must be the heat. Dehydrated, you know?"

"I'm sure," Law hummed. His gaze flickering to a spot over your shoulder.

"It's important to stay hydrated." You started as Zoro came up behind you, shoving a bottle of water under your nose.

You took it gratefully, taking care to keep your gaze level with his face as you thanked him. His workout had left his skin gleaming with a sheen of sweat, and his muscles rippled with every subtle movement. You quickly buried your face in the water bottle in an attempt to hide the rising blush in your cheeks.

Law watched your exchange with mild amusement. "Impressive display, Zoro-ya. I wouldn't mind crossing swords with you some time."

You almost choked on your water. His words were dripping with hidden meaning and you wondered if you were the only one the catch it. Zoro seemed unfazed, however.

"Sure, I'm down. It'll be good training," he said without missing a beat.

Law smirked, his eyes flashing with something dark, but he said no more, leaning back against the mast as he fell into deep thought. You narrowed your eyes. You knew that look. What are you planning, Trafalgar Law? You had a sneaking suspicion you were going to find out later that night.

As you watched the sun slip below the line of the horizon from the deck of the Sunny, you felt a presence behind you. Wiry, tattooed arms snaked around your waist and warm breath fanned the hair by your ear. You shuddered at the sound of his voice, low and husky and dripping with desire.

"Would you care to join me in the crow's nest, [Name]-ya?"

"And what," you mused, pressing against the hard body at your back, "could possibly be waiting for me up there?"

"Something you want," he purred, nuzzling the crook of your neck. "Something you crave."

"I want you," you hummed, closing your eyes to the pleasant feeling of his lips on your skin. You felt him smirk.

"Oh, you'll have me. And so much more."

You didn't have time to stop and think what that meant before he was already uttering "ROOM" and the sunset was replaced in an instant by the circular room of the—thankfully empty—crow's nest.

His lips met yours in a searing kiss, tongue asking entrance which you gladly granted him. You would never grow tired of the way he kissed you—dizzying, overwhelming every one of your senses. His tongue was as sharp as his mind and almost as talented as those sinful fingers of his, which were already making quick work of your clothes.

It took him mere seconds to strip you down, while you were still struggling with the zipper on his jeans. He chuckled and started walking you backwards until the backs of your knees hit the edge of the couch and you fell back onto the cushions. Law paused for a moment, cocking his head slightly as if he were listening for something, then dropped to his knees in front of you.

He looked like absolute sin—shirtless, smirking up at you from between your legs. Carefully, without ever breaking eye contact, he parted your knees even more until he could kneel comfortably between them, then lowered his head until you felt his breath tickling the inside of your thighs.

"I have something special for you tonight, [Name]-ya," he said and his words made you trembled in anticipation. "But first, I'm going to make you come."