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Roronoa Zoro felt like a mess, an ugly mess of ugly feelings that were hard for his brain to wrap completely around the implications of, and any attempt he had at trying to think about what he should do about them, was another complicated mess he didn’t know entirely how to navigate. He would ask anybody around him, but they were the problem, so he couldn’t run away from his problems on a tiny ship.
Worst of all, he was incredibly, deeply horny.
The aforementioned lack of privacy didn’t help, but if he was lucky he could find a spot nobody was and jerk himself off to the thought of horny fantasies that once again, prodded at the ongoing problems in his brain. He just wants things to be simple- and so, when the men's quarters was available during the day he took the opportunity to once again, jerk off. He had been doing it at every free moment he got, which was maybe inadvisable, considering the close quarters environment. But he wasn’t thinking with his brain, willingly, he only wanted to come into his pants, and maybe not think about his friends and coworkers and people he lives with sexually. For a few hours. He was able to come fast using only his fantasies as jerkoff material had gotten the art of using his clit to come in only a few minutes, and that’s all he’d need. 10 minutes. Maybe 15 if he wanted to go slower.
He had his swords propped to the side of the couch they usually slept on, which he felt guilty about, but it was easier to jerk off while laying down than it wasn’t. You couldn’t get the angle right.
The previous fantasy from the previous day wormed its way into his mind again, Usopp opening Sanji up on his dick, the fact he had seen most of the crew naked didn’t help virtually any of this, he knew how big Sanji was, he knew that he would want to see Sanji cry over getting fucked by Usopp, how nice he would sound, how Usopp would try to impress both of them if he knew Zoro wanted to watch. Maybe Usopp would get Sanji to describe how he felt with Usopp’s dick in him, and Zoro wasn’t sure if that was jealousy or arousal or something else entirely. (Not simple enough. Think simple.) Maybe he would want to see Sanji cry as he fucked Zoro’s cunt and as Usopp fucked him. Usopp could make Zoro beg for that, beg for Sanjis dick. Making Zoro watch as he begged for Sanji’s dick would turn Sanji on even more, Zoro had no doubt Usopp could do anything.
He wasn’t even touching himself and he can feel the wetness in his pants already. The need to clench around something, it was so easy to make him desperate with thoughts of his crewmates. He moved his hands into his pants, around the base of his clit. The first few movements around his base were electrifying .
This hasn’t been the thing to prompt this jerkoff session, no. Not the old fantasy from yesterday, but today, earlier this morning, Nami had decided that she was comfortable enough around Zoro, at least, to wake him up when he was sleeping on the deck with only her underwear on. Something that didn’t register to Zoro’s sleepy mind until he woke back up and the memory of Nami’s sports bra and panties came to mind and how big her thighs were and how he saw the smattering of body hair on her stomach and her legs and and Zoro got mad at himself for how much that witch had control over him.
It was just a sports bra and panties and here he is jerking off to the memory of her ass and thighs and how good it would feel to be between them, how perfect she is and how she’d have no problem using him for her pleasure, she probably knew that already and it was futile to even try to hide it. He should go up to her right now and beg . Truly no better than the cook. He half-thinks through the haze of degrading himself. He’s seen her in a bikini before. Manicured and “pretty” but Zoro wants, no, needs, to be between her legs when she’s unshaven. When she’s up at midnight and she doesn’t expect to see anybody but Zoro sees her and he gets permission to touch her, maybe after he begs for it on his knees like a good boy, wanting to lick up her clit and it’s the tastiest thing Zoro could ever imagine-
The trapdoor to the men’s quarters opens, while Zoro has his hand down his pants and he’s so wet, Zoro has his eyes closed and opens them reluctantly to see who’s there, inarguably in the perfect view of whoever is coming down.
“Marimo-” Sanji’s voice hits Zoro's ears and so does the knowledge that he will never live this down. And in his horny haze still affecting him, he wants that . Wants the cook to make fun of him for jerking off, if he’s lucky the pervert will stay and help his friend to completion. That’s the simple-thinking he wants to engage in.
Once Sanji realises what’s going on he stops halfway down the ladder, he sees the cooks pupils blow up, directly looking at the hand down Zoro’s pants. “You seriously couldn’t help yourself, could you?”
Zoro’s stupid instincts want him to whine and nod. He wasn’t going to do that. Sanji can’t see that Zoro is still jerking himself off, even when they’re talking. “Fuck you.” Is all he can really manage. Getting caught makes his cunt wetter.
“Is that all you can manage? Really? No defence for yourself jerking off in a public space? What would someone think if they caught you.” The tone was teasing. Prodding at him. Sanji was a problem prodding at the feelings that got him here while Zoro himself jerked off. And Zoro was too horny to care.
“Do you want me to stay?”
Zoro nods faster than he could ever even imagine faster than his brain could register what he was doing.
Sanji makes his way down the latter, and for once Zoro stops jerking himself off, Sanji is over him on the couch, “Marimo, do you want me to fuck you? Or… what do you want out of… this.” Oddly, teasing him about jerking off came easier to Sanji than asking what Zoro wanted out of this arrangement. He sounded awkward. But not uninterested, quite the opposite, his eyes darting all over Zoro’s body. Zoro’s mind was drawing a blank. He couldn’t think almost on the brink of an orgasm.
“Oh, your little moss-covered brain can’t think right now, can it? I bet you’re even struggling to form words you’re so close .” Sanjis tone was babying and degrading and it felt so good coming from his mouth.
Zoro nodded.
“Want me to help?”
Zoro nodded again.
“Do you want my mouth or my hands?”
“Mouth.” He’s not familiar with how he sounds when he’s this turned on, breathless.
“Sit up then.”
He does as commanded and it feels so good to do as he’s told . Sanji wastes no time in getting on his knees, shoving his face against the fabric and feeling the dampness soak through Zoro’s pants, mouthing at his cunt through the fabric that quickly becomes drenched with Zoro’s slick from jerking off and even more as he orgasms. Zoro can’t restrain his sounds any longer as Sanji sucks and licks through the fabric through Zoro’s orgasm, feeling Sanji’s prominent nose against his clit and fucking himself onto Sanjis face. He’s moaning and whining and he sounds pathetic coming through his pants with an orgasm that’s the most overwhelming he’s ever had, no longer in control of how long his high stays for he’s overstimulated by Sanji’s mouth until he can’t possibly take anymore.
Zoro opens his eyes as his orgasm dies down, and Sanji looks at him through half lidded eyes and a face smeared with come. There’s blood on his nose and he licks his lips and there’s a hint of something Zoro’s never noticed before.
“Could you have waited for me to get my pants off?”
“No.” He says firmly, and Zoro accepts it. He’s not in the mood to question the cook. There’s a million reasons why the cook couldn’t have waited, he isn’t interested in finding out which one took his fancy that day.
Sanji looks absolutely wrecked looking up at him like that, and he continues to lick and mouth at Zoro’s cunt after replying, like it was his job to get all of Zoros come into his mouth. Zoro has his hands in Sanji’s hair, and his brain has recovered enough to register that he doesn't know where to go from here.
“You have a tongue piercing?”
The trapdoor opens again, this time revealing their captain as he comes bounding down. Sanji’s brows furrowed as he heard the sound of a thump behind him but he wasn’t going to stop, clearly deciding that Zoro’s come was too delicious to stop eating as Zoro himself continued to get wetter and wetter from it, building to another high. Zoro decides he has a kink for getting caught, as he makes eye contact with Luffy as his pussy is eaten by the cook.
“Shouldn’t your pants be down?” Luffy remarks from behind Sanji.
Zoro laughs sincerely and the vibration of it doesn’t help how well the cook is at eating pussy, apparently. “That’s what I told him-” He cuts himself off with a moan as Sanji decides to suck his clit through the fabric. Sanji then takes that opportunity to stop. There’s an expression Zoro can’t see as Sanji looks up at Luffy behind him, head turned away from him. “I’ll take off his pants and I can show you how to eat Zoro’s pussy if you want.” Sanji’s voice comes out with a surprising amount of confidence for how little Zoro feels right now. Not having sex with one of the people he’s in- think simpler , he reminds himself. Yes. He wants Luffy to eat him out. He doesn’t even have it in him to be mad Sanji offered for him.
“Hell yeah!” Luffy’s enthusiasm echoes in his ears and breaks his brain. Luffy is licking his lips as he eyes Zoro’s wet cunt.
“Stand up.” Sanji instructs him. And his brain is so broken he complies immediately, letting the cook completely undress him. There’s an obvious wet spot in Sanji’s pants and Zoro thinks he must’ve made Sanji come just from eating him out, and there’s an odd satisfaction in that. “I thought you were only going to take off my pants.” He mumbles absentmindedly. “Hm? Well, the captain’s here. You want to be good for him, don’t you? … Present yourself like a good ship’s whore?” He purrs as he folds Zoro’s clothes and puts them to the side.
Zoro moans at that in spite of himself, and Luffy takes the opportunity to start grabbing all over his body, never the one for any patience Luffy's hands are on his boobs immediately as he sits back down and Luffy sits next to him, facing him, on his knees kneading and pulling at Zoro’s nipples, and Zoro makes muffled sounds into Luffy’s neck.
“Both of you! Be more patient.”
“Not happening.” Luffy replies.
“If you don’t get down here on your knees I’m going to eat Zoro’s pussy instead.” Sanji steps back from in between Zoro’s legs.
Luffy springs into action and Zoro misses the warmth of hands across his chest, whining as Luffy leaves. Taking Sanji’s position in between his legs, and Sanji is behind him as he grabs Luffys hair before he can jump in immediately to eating Zoro out. “Now you have to listen to me for once in your life. Go slow and let the pace build up, I know there’s a lot to lick and it tastes delicious, but you have to go slow .” “And that way Zoro will make all kinds of cute noises?” Zoro whined at Luffy’s bluntness. “Yeah. That’s exactly it. I bet you could keep talking like that and he’d come without you touching him.” Luffy shoves his face into Zoro’s pussy and starts laughing. “I want to try that!” Muffled by Zoro’s slick and cunt, the vibrations drive him mad. “Don’t talk with your mouth full. See his fat little dick? He likes it if you suck on that.” As soon as Luffy was prompted he sucks hard on Zoro’s clit, prompting a moan from Zoro.
“While our Captain has his face in your cunt, wanna tell us what you were jerking off to?” Zoro currently writhing under his Captain’s tongue makes eye contact with Sanji. Does he actually want to tell them? Sanji is no doubt interested, collecting the slick and blood off his face and licking the juices off his finger. Luffy is as enthusiastic as ever. They’re having sex with him all he has to do is admit he’s- There’s another creek as the trapdoor opens a small bit and none of them register it. “I was thinking about Nami and Usopp while jerking off.” He says as he comes, several octaves higher than he’s used to his voice being. Sanji’s eyes go wide and his eyebrows raise, Luffys face becomes covered in slick as he looses all restraint and eats Zoro’s pussy like he’s starving, Zoro riding Luffy’s face for a second orgasm, but it was more like Luffy’s stretchy tongue was fucking him in and out, almost as big as a small dick now.
“C’mon. You can say more, or did your brain leak out with all that juice in your cunt?” The challenge evident in the tone of his voice.
The trapdoor opens fully to reveal another one of the people Zoro’s in love with making eye contact with him as he’s fucked on Luffy’s tongue and he can see the recognition in Usopp’s eyes as the man turns a dark maroon colour. Sanji is right, he’s being presented like a ship’s whore for them and Zoro has to ride out his orgasm knowing Usopp is watching him , and it doubles his high. He moans louder, louder so Usopp can hear him so he knows he’s putting on a good show for all three, being good for his Captain. His Cook, and his Sniper.
When Zoro’s ridden his high and Luffy is still eating him out, as uncompromisingly persistent as the pervert, Sanji finally realises there’s someone behind him. Usopp almost falls off the latter. “I should. Go!” Usopp voice cracks accidentally. “Can you stay?” Zoro’s voice is rough and desperate and he needs Usopp to stay. Needs Usopp. Usopp’s blush only darkens when he realises Usopps request and Sanji pulls Luffy’s head out of Zoro’s cunt to make eye contact with Usopp. “Usopp! Join us!- Can you stop pulling so hard, Sanji?” “You weren’t going to pay attention otherwise.”
Luffy whines and averts his eyes. “... I was!”
“You weren’t.” Usopp confirms, seemingly gaining some confidence. He inches forward towards the couch and Zoro and sitting next to him, he’s nervous but his eyes are transfixed on Zoro, sometimes darting to Sanji and Luffy’s faces covered in come. As soon as he’s next to Zoro, he pulls him in for a kiss, and Usopp makes a noise of surprise but kisses back, hands tentatively reaching down towards Zoro’s boobs. They pull back and Zoro nuzzles into his neck.
“That was hot.” Sanji concurred.
“How come you get to kiss Zoro and I don’t?” “You were distracted by pussy, numbnuts.” “I get to kiss Zoro then!” Zoro hums in affirmation, taking his face from Usopp's neck to get kissed by Luffy. Luffy kisses aggressively, like he owns him, and Zoro tastes his own come in Luffy’s lips.
“You guys have been eating him out but haven’t kissed him and I got the first kiss? You guys have been eating him out and I got the first kiss!”
“ That was hot too.” “ You want a kiss, too.” Zoro states. Sanji blushes, and Zoro thinks it’s pretty cute for a guy who just spent the last 45 minutes having sex with him. “Dumbass.” Zoro pulls him forward via his tie, and Sanji tastes like cum, blood and cigarettes. It’s objectively horrible, and Zoro makes the mistake of laughing with his mouth pressed to Sanji’s, submissively tilting his head up to let Sanji into his mouth. He tastes horrible. And Zoro loves it.
“That is hot.” Luffy agrees. Usopp, watching in shock and amazement, hums in agreement.
They pull away and Zoro can hear a strangled moan from Sanji when Luffy calls him hot.
“So, what are we doing and what does Zoro want out of this?” “So far we’ve just been eating him out!” “He’s come twice. Are you all done, mosshead? Don’t want us to do anything else?”
There was a thud upstairs, but nothing out of the ordinary.
This brought up conflicting emotions in him. “ I want you to go get Nami.” The greedy pirate in him wanted to say. “ I want you to go get Nami and I want for you all to fuck me.” The simple-minded mentality that got him this far came into conflict with the fear that Nami would never want him like this, especially when he was getting fucked by 3 other people that’s a level of kinky, taboo, weird that she’d never be into-
“You’re thinking too hard. What's on your mind?” Luffy asked him.
“I’ve never seen furrow your brows this much about anything. If there’s anything you need, I’ve had sex a thousand times and-” Usopp adds.
“We’re all virgins. Stop that.” Zoro cuts him off.
“I’m not a virgin ! Do you think I’m this good at eating pussy naturally? It took time -”
“And love for the craft. Yeah, yeah. I get it.” Zoro teased him, but he was appreciative nonetheless.
“Wait- I took your virginity?” Sanji looked cartoonishly shocked.
“Yeah you did, don’t get a big head about it.”
Luffy takes Zoros face in his hands and gets really close. “What is on your mind?” He asks innocuously, but there was an underlying threat in the repeat of the question.
Sanji recovers from his realisation, wondering aloud. “We should get Nami? Or at least offer it feels wrong to-”
“I want Nami.” Zoro accidentally cuts him off, barely registering that Sanji was talking with Luffy’s face so close to his.
“I fucking knew it! You cannot get on my ass for being attracted to her after this.”
“And I want for you all to fuck me.”
“Do you still want that if Nami says no?” Usopp inquires.
Zoro shrugs, a facade of detachedness hiding his heart pounding in his ears. “Fair enough!” Luffy says.
There’s a knock on the trapdoor. “I’m coming in!” All eyes fly up to the trapdoor as Nami comes down.
“Nami, do you want to have sex with us?” Luffy casually asks her.
“You can’t just ask her that so bluntly!” Sanji half-whispers.
“Do you really expect anything else from him, Sanji?” Usopp smiles at Sanji.
“Yes, and thank you for your offer!” She quickly discards her skirt and shirt. Zoro realizes that she’s still wearing the same underwear that he was fantasising about. “Why are you all staring at me and why are you all still wearing clothes?” Everybody quickly springs into action, disregarding what clothes they had on.
As soon as they’re all turned away to get undressed, and not crowding Zoro, Nami springs into action as well. She hugs him, the positioning is awkward, him sitting with her crouching down, and Zoro is suddenly hyper aware that her skin and his skin are making contact, that she can feel his chest against hers, she whispers into his ear. “I heard you.” His arms are wrapped around her and he squeezes as if holding on for dear life. “I love you too, you know.” And he can hear the smirk in her voice, the fact she knows this will really get him.
Reestablishing that she knew all along, that there was no point in resisting how he expressed his feelings. It’s a knife to his gut, a betrayal of the play in their relationship.
Zoro breaks into sobs, quietly, and he can feel Nami tense up, like she didn’t plan this would happen. He’s squeezed deathly tight, skin on skin on skin, and she’s laughing- somewhere in between a laugh and a sob, he realises. Even Nami can break sometimes.
Opening his eyes, the spectacle they’ve made of themselves is apparent.
Sanji is only half-undressed, seemingly he always gets stuck on one part of his suit, it’s always a random part each time- while the others are completely undressed, Usopp in his underwear and Luffy completely naked, they all absolutely beside themselves with worry, Sanji stroking Nami’s back and Luffy immediately hopped to their side, Usopp looking like he’s trying to find a million things to say and none of them even attempt at something satisfactory to him- uncharacteristically discerning in the circumstance.
I’m so stupidly in love, Zoro thinks to himself. And what he means to recognize as comforting gestures only makes him cry more.