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salmon_pinkTitle: Introductions
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Luffy/Zoro
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1018
Timeline: Shell Town
Notes: Bondage. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
50_smutlets, prompt "restraints".
Summary: Imprisoned by Axe-Hand Morgan's spoilt son and tortured by an idiot in a straw hat. Zoro's not having a good day.
“You’re going to join my crew,” the kid informs him, and Zoro’s never exactly liked being told what to do, not least by people he’s known for less than five minutes.
“I just told you, I’m not a pirate,” he growls, and it’s quickly growing boring. There’s not much point in trying to argue with somebody who so cheerfully ignores everything he says, and his arms are stiff from lack of exercise and the ropes binding him to the stake have chafed him badly enough to bleed, and it’s hot and Zoro’s not in a good mood.
“You’re going to join my crew,” Monkey D. Luffy announces again in a singsong voice, and Zoro’s starting to think he might be a little touched in the head.
“No, I’m not,” he sighs, wondering if the lack of food is actually making him hallucinate that there’s some bizarre kid with questionable taste in hats standing in front of him.
“Yes, you are,” Luffy nods firmly. “You just need convincing.”
Zoro’s about to tell him that there’s no amount of convincing humanly possible that’ll make him join a pirate crew, not least one led by somebody who can’t appreciate that hallucinations should be seen and not heard, or maybe just shout in frustration, when Luffy drops to his knees in front of him.
“Are you going to beg?” Zoro asks with a touch of disgust, because, yeah, the Luffy kid’s annoying but he thought he had a little more to him than that.
“I’m convincing you,” Luffy says matter-of-factly, and Zoro has a feeling he was just talked down to by somebody a few cannons short of a gun deck.
And then Luffy reaches for his waist, shoving the haramaki up, and Zoro jolts and makes a choked noise and has no idea what the fuck’s going on.
“What are you doing?” he hisses, and his hands feel so empty without his swords, but he balls them into fists anyway.
“Don’t worry,” Luffy assures him, and manages to make him even more edgy. “Shanks taught me all the best ways to convince people.”
Zoro doesn’t like the sound of that.
Likes it even less when Luffy starts fiddling with his trousers, pulling at them, and Zoro’s eyes go very wide, and trying to kick out makes the rope pull and burn at his arms, but he tries anyway. “What the hell?” he snaps, but Luffy isn’t paying attention and there’s this weird look of concentration on his face.
Zoro’s sense aren’t picking up any obvious danger from Luffy but his mind is screaming at him to be suspicious, and there’s no warning there, just Luffy leaning forward, and then there’s a hand wrapped around the base of his cock, and warm warm lips.
“Fuck!” Zoro cries, which about sums up his feelings on the matter.
Luffy just makes this weird humming sound that seems to vibrate through Zoro’s body, and he hasn’t got the leverage to try and pull away. Hot, wet, and Luffy is, shit, sucking at him, and he has no idea why, but his body’s reacting. It’s as though Luffy’s tongue running over him is drawing something in Zoro loose, and he’s trained hard to master complete control of his body, and his hormones are rapidly proving that he’s not as far along in his training as he might have thought.
Luffy stares up at him and Zoro can guess at the expression on his own face, eyes wide and pupils blown and mouth hanging open, but Luffy apparently sees something there he likes, because he smiles. It should piss Zoro off, because he’s pretty sure he’s being mocked, except it just stretches Luffy’s lips a little tighter over him and, yeah, he’s definitely reacting. Filling under the attention, and Luffy can apparently take everything he has, throat opening easily to it, and Zoro’s mouth closes with a loud click, because he’s pretty sure he’s going to embarrass himself otherwise, can feel the appreciative noises building in his throat.
Luffy hums again, and this time the skin in his mouth feels more sensitive to it, and Zoro feels something shoot up his spine, something that loosens and warms his stiff shoulders, and thinks that this must be the weirdest hallucination ever.
He’s not entirely inexperienced, there was that time that girl grabbed at him in that bar, but Zoro doesn’t really have much time for sex or anything to do with it. Which suddenly seems like a waste, because Luffy’s mouth is hot and constantly moving against him, swallowing around him, and Zoro clenches his jaw against any noise that might escape and realises that, whereas he has no problems when it comes to stamina during a swordfight, this is probably going to be over real fast.
And Luffy just keeps up that steady suction, and he starts rocking on his heels, and when Zoro looks down he can see himself sliding in and out of Luffy’s lips, so he figures it’s in his best interests to squeeze his eyes shut.
Except he can’t get the image of it out of his mind, and Luffy’s apparently growing impatient, or can just sense how close he is, because the tempo increases, the rhythm speeds up, and Luffy keeps swallowing and sucking and humming and ripping Zoro apart, and it’s too much. Red and gold light flashes across his vision, and he can’t even feel the drag of the ropes against his skin as he bucks and jerks against their hold, and he feels his stomach clench, his thighs tremble, and Luffy just swallows everything like it’s the most natural thing in the world to have Zoro orgasm in his mouth.
Zoro’s head is spinning, and his body was already weak from lack of food, but now he feels positively light-headed.
“Right,” Luffy grins, looking very pleased with himself as he stands and brushes dirt from his knees, and his lips look pinker than before. “That’s settled then. You’re joining my crew.”
Zoro just blinks at him, and he doesn’t entirely trust his own voice and, yeah, weirdest hallucination ever.
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Luffy/Zoro
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1018
Timeline: Shell Town
Notes: Bondage. For
50_smutlets, prompt "restraints". Summary: Imprisoned by Axe-Hand Morgan's spoilt son and tortured by an idiot in a straw hat. Zoro's not having a good day.
“You’re going to join my crew,” the kid informs him, and Zoro’s never exactly liked being told what to do, not least by people he’s known for less than five minutes.
“I just told you, I’m not a pirate,” he growls, and it’s quickly growing boring. There’s not much point in trying to argue with somebody who so cheerfully ignores everything he says, and his arms are stiff from lack of exercise and the ropes binding him to the stake have chafed him badly enough to bleed, and it’s hot and Zoro’s not in a good mood.
“You’re going to join my crew,” Monkey D. Luffy announces again in a singsong voice, and Zoro’s starting to think he might be a little touched in the head.
“No, I’m not,” he sighs, wondering if the lack of food is actually making him hallucinate that there’s some bizarre kid with questionable taste in hats standing in front of him.
“Yes, you are,” Luffy nods firmly. “You just need convincing.”
Zoro’s about to tell him that there’s no amount of convincing humanly possible that’ll make him join a pirate crew, not least one led by somebody who can’t appreciate that hallucinations should be seen and not heard, or maybe just shout in frustration, when Luffy drops to his knees in front of him.
“Are you going to beg?” Zoro asks with a touch of disgust, because, yeah, the Luffy kid’s annoying but he thought he had a little more to him than that.
“I’m convincing you,” Luffy says matter-of-factly, and Zoro has a feeling he was just talked down to by somebody a few cannons short of a gun deck.
And then Luffy reaches for his waist, shoving the haramaki up, and Zoro jolts and makes a choked noise and has no idea what the fuck’s going on.
“What are you doing?” he hisses, and his hands feel so empty without his swords, but he balls them into fists anyway.
“Don’t worry,” Luffy assures him, and manages to make him even more edgy. “Shanks taught me all the best ways to convince people.”
Zoro doesn’t like the sound of that.
Likes it even less when Luffy starts fiddling with his trousers, pulling at them, and Zoro’s eyes go very wide, and trying to kick out makes the rope pull and burn at his arms, but he tries anyway. “What the hell?” he snaps, but Luffy isn’t paying attention and there’s this weird look of concentration on his face.
Zoro’s sense aren’t picking up any obvious danger from Luffy but his mind is screaming at him to be suspicious, and there’s no warning there, just Luffy leaning forward, and then there’s a hand wrapped around the base of his cock, and warm warm lips.
“Fuck!” Zoro cries, which about sums up his feelings on the matter.
Luffy just makes this weird humming sound that seems to vibrate through Zoro’s body, and he hasn’t got the leverage to try and pull away. Hot, wet, and Luffy is, shit, sucking at him, and he has no idea why, but his body’s reacting. It’s as though Luffy’s tongue running over him is drawing something in Zoro loose, and he’s trained hard to master complete control of his body, and his hormones are rapidly proving that he’s not as far along in his training as he might have thought.
Luffy stares up at him and Zoro can guess at the expression on his own face, eyes wide and pupils blown and mouth hanging open, but Luffy apparently sees something there he likes, because he smiles. It should piss Zoro off, because he’s pretty sure he’s being mocked, except it just stretches Luffy’s lips a little tighter over him and, yeah, he’s definitely reacting. Filling under the attention, and Luffy can apparently take everything he has, throat opening easily to it, and Zoro’s mouth closes with a loud click, because he’s pretty sure he’s going to embarrass himself otherwise, can feel the appreciative noises building in his throat.
Luffy hums again, and this time the skin in his mouth feels more sensitive to it, and Zoro feels something shoot up his spine, something that loosens and warms his stiff shoulders, and thinks that this must be the weirdest hallucination ever.
He’s not entirely inexperienced, there was that time that girl grabbed at him in that bar, but Zoro doesn’t really have much time for sex or anything to do with it. Which suddenly seems like a waste, because Luffy’s mouth is hot and constantly moving against him, swallowing around him, and Zoro clenches his jaw against any noise that might escape and realises that, whereas he has no problems when it comes to stamina during a swordfight, this is probably going to be over real fast.
And Luffy just keeps up that steady suction, and he starts rocking on his heels, and when Zoro looks down he can see himself sliding in and out of Luffy’s lips, so he figures it’s in his best interests to squeeze his eyes shut.
Except he can’t get the image of it out of his mind, and Luffy’s apparently growing impatient, or can just sense how close he is, because the tempo increases, the rhythm speeds up, and Luffy keeps swallowing and sucking and humming and ripping Zoro apart, and it’s too much. Red and gold light flashes across his vision, and he can’t even feel the drag of the ropes against his skin as he bucks and jerks against their hold, and he feels his stomach clench, his thighs tremble, and Luffy just swallows everything like it’s the most natural thing in the world to have Zoro orgasm in his mouth.
Zoro’s head is spinning, and his body was already weak from lack of food, but now he feels positively light-headed.
“Right,” Luffy grins, looking very pleased with himself as he stands and brushes dirt from his knees, and his lips look pinker than before. “That’s settled then. You’re joining my crew.”
Zoro just blinks at him, and he doesn’t entirely trust his own voice and, yeah, weirdest hallucination ever.
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Date: 04/07/2011 03:19 (UTC)