(One Piece) Greatest
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Title: Greatest
Fandom: One Piece
Pairings: Straw Hats/Zoro
Rating: PG-13
Words: 283
Notes: For
onepieceyaoi100, prompt "toys".
He didn’t really care. Maybe it had been a shock that first time, although only for a few seconds, and Zoro didn’t show his surprise or anything like that. Just blinked up into Nami’s angry, but rapidly relaxing, face and figured it would just be safer to go with it. Less risk of accumulating further debt.
So Nami was the first, and for a while she was the only one. They didn’t speak, mostly because on the few occasions Zoro had opened his mouth to protest, Nami had punched him or shoved her bra in there as a surprisingly effective gag.
Next was Luffy, and Zoro hadn’t thought Luffy was aware of, let alone interested in, that sort of thing. Luffy was clearly more angry that Nami hadn’t shared her find with the rest of the crew than he was intrigued by the mechanics of it, but he was a great deal more energetic. So it became something of a training exercise, trying to keep still through sensation, participating only through careful use of his stomach muscles.
Usopp was next, but only after several weeks of supposedly stealthy advances, and screaming retreats. The love cook followed, not wanting to be left out, although he made a habit of approaching Zoro only when he thought he was asleep. Zoro learned very quickly that it was just easier to keep his eyes closed and keep snoring.
So life went on, and the Straw Hats didn’t implode. And if nobody ever asked his opinion on the whole thing, if he was just expected to lie there, to let strong thighs straddle him, to watch the rise and fall through hooded eyes?
Well, Zoro didn’t really care.
Fandom: One Piece
Pairings: Straw Hats/Zoro
Rating: PG-13
Words: 283
Notes: For
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He didn’t really care. Maybe it had been a shock that first time, although only for a few seconds, and Zoro didn’t show his surprise or anything like that. Just blinked up into Nami’s angry, but rapidly relaxing, face and figured it would just be safer to go with it. Less risk of accumulating further debt.
So Nami was the first, and for a while she was the only one. They didn’t speak, mostly because on the few occasions Zoro had opened his mouth to protest, Nami had punched him or shoved her bra in there as a surprisingly effective gag.
Next was Luffy, and Zoro hadn’t thought Luffy was aware of, let alone interested in, that sort of thing. Luffy was clearly more angry that Nami hadn’t shared her find with the rest of the crew than he was intrigued by the mechanics of it, but he was a great deal more energetic. So it became something of a training exercise, trying to keep still through sensation, participating only through careful use of his stomach muscles.
Usopp was next, but only after several weeks of supposedly stealthy advances, and screaming retreats. The love cook followed, not wanting to be left out, although he made a habit of approaching Zoro only when he thought he was asleep. Zoro learned very quickly that it was just easier to keep his eyes closed and keep snoring.
So life went on, and the Straw Hats didn’t implode. And if nobody ever asked his opinion on the whole thing, if he was just expected to lie there, to let strong thighs straddle him, to watch the rise and fall through hooded eyes?
Well, Zoro didn’t really care.