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ZORO X FEM READER | NSFW / Soft Smut ™  WORD COUNT: 7.9k CONTENT WARNINGS: alcohol consumption, nudity (duh), unprotected sexual intercourse (just don’t do it folks, only works in fiction), biting, scratching, kissing, lots of angst and sexual tension, if you’re looking for light and fluffy this isn’t it, excessive mentions of the moon (so if you’re anti moon gtfo), groping, nipple play, zoro talking too damn much and being a little nasty, for ZORO this is pretty TAME because he is like….enamored, so just let him be, allow this moment of softness because it doesn’t come often, so, SOFT ZORO, and like this is zoro being soft so if you don’t think it’s soft enough…idk what to tell you, it’s zoro, i proof read it twice so if you find a typo ignore it, if you tell me there is a typo you need to suck my dick first, thx

NEW MOON 

A dreamer has no home in Mock Town. 

Dreams were for children. Quaint little stories made of glittering sand sprinkled into their eyes, blinding them to the harsh truth of the world. The sting would force their eyelids shut, and they’d drift off into lands made of fantasy and fluffy clouds, carrying them off to somewhere peaceful; somewhere they would never be hurt, a haven safe from pain. 

They’d lay in their bed woven from lies while the moon spills its light through the window.

It had been a long time since there was any moon watching over you. You slept in darkness, holding the lies you told close to your chest. A romantic heart held prisoner in a chest constructed by cynical chains. You spoke like a realist, even when it split your tongue in half. The taste of copper grounded you to your reality, and you swallowed it down, finding it a fitting exchange.

Your blood for the chance to avoid their scorn. It was the price you paid to live in anonymity.

Loneliness went down easily when you drank it with whiskey. You had learned this years ago, so you consume it daily; a necessary evil. It is smooth on your tongue as you watch them from your corner of the establishment. The back of their heads are unfamiliar as they sit at the bar. You think you imagine it, the way your heart seizes at the sound of his voice. A gruffness so rugged it cuts into your skin, spilling everything you held inside. You scoop it up immediately as you throw the rest of your drink back into your throat. The burn in your chest is antiseptic. 

Dreams had nowhere to run in Mock Town. This is where dreams came to die.

It is a mantra you repeat, with every blow they deal on the loud captain and his swordsman. It is a mantra you clamp down on with aching teeth, when their navigator begs them to fight. Your fingers twitch around the etched glass in your hand. You grip it so tightly it cracks, like fault lines across the illusion you had been hiding behind. When they leave the bar, everything shatters.

You wake up, at last, from the nightmare you had built yourself only to plunge into a different colored one. 

They’ll never come back. It is a lie you feed yourself, cram it into your mouth and down into your stomach, until everything overflows. Until you believe it. You pick up the fallen pieces left in their wake and start gluing them back together, before your heart can escape again. But he does come back, and a hammer swings into you when his fist flies into Bellamy’s face.

You chase after him as he takes his prize, your oversized kusarigama attached to your back. The chain links clink as you run, its sound chasing your steps. His name is stiff on your tongue but you cast it out, a coin entering a fountain–one last desperate wish. Luffy finds your proposal comical, and so is the weapon on your back. He smiles until the corner of his eyes crinkle, a smile so radiant you swear you’ve only felt the same warmth under the sun. 

“Please!” your voice pleads, hands grasping at invisible strings. “I want to see the sky island too!”

His hum is contemplative. You feel time stop. You don’t breathe, you can’t, until he answers you at last: “Sure!” His laugh is infectious and odd. “You seem pretty strong, Kusari.” It isn’t your name. It never has been, but it sounds right when he says it.

It still sounds right when he introduces you to everyone; feels right in your bones. The swordsman’s eyes connect with yours–his gravity too large for you to avoid its pull. Inside you, the ocean’s tide begins to change. A smile graces your lips, congenial and friendly. One that was practiced and rehearsed, like every lie you told. Pretending was a curse you had been tasked with. It was easy and it was necessary. The method that always kept you safe.

Zoro shakes his head at everyone’s enthusiasm. Luffy’s impulsiveness was something he was used to, but disagreed with, time and time again. You were a risk he would have never taken. There were too many dubious variables, your background as a bounty hunter made you skilled and dangerous. His doubts on your genuineness are cast aside by excitement of a new adventure. Zoro lived on the edge of his swords, betting his life at every hurdle, his destiny always held firmly by his own capable hands. Sky island or you, it didn’t matter what the peril was. If it was in his way, he’d cut it down without mercy. 

It would be a shame, he thinks–an afterthought polluting his resolve–if he would have to make you his enemy. Your weapon intrigues him, at least that’s his reasoning. There would be no other behind his curiosity. You had a face he could forget, if he really wanted to try. 

He’d just have to want it badly enough.

WAXING CRESCENT

A persistent irritation, like a rash from a poisonous leaf, plagued him. You were too familiar, too quickly ingrained in his routine. Your sense of humor reminded him of Robin. Your mouth was always twisted, in a cynical kind of smile–but only with him. It annoyed him. You had no riddles for Sanji or Luffy or Usopp, but when you’d speak to Zoro–he was constantly baffled. 

What was your insistence on befuddling him? He figures ignoring you would do the trick but your presence is unforgivable; a sin, like a nick on his blades, a scar on his back, a sake poured on dirt. He wanted to obfuscate your existence, like a dark cloud in a night sky, hiding the moon from sight.

Robin and you quickly become a pair, synchronized jokes, and synchronized looks. You team up and prepare riddle after riddle that Zoro can’t seem to solve. He contemplates leaving you two with Nami to your devices but there are so many unknowns in the jungle his conscience doesn’t allow it. His worries become unfounded when he watches you wield your weapon with ease. There was no sign of hesitation when you acted on Chopper and Nami’s behalf–placing their safety as a priority. His shoulders relax, but doubt still circles–a fin in the water–reminding him that it was still too early to tell if you were friend or foe.

Friend or foe, he can’t deny it.

Your face was one he could forget, if he really wanted to. The problem was, he was starting to believe he didn’t want to. In the brief free moments, his eyes would search for it–like a dry tongue seeking water. The softness of your cheeks beguiled him, made him wonder, like a fool, if they were soft as they looked. But your smile was a blade whose sharpness he knew too well. He couldn’t allow himself to be cut. It was a shame he could never live down.

FIRST QUARTER

An adventure on Sky Island had been one you never even had dreamed of. An island in the sky was something only children thought of. It had been a long time since you basked in innocence. 

The thrill of surviving by the skin of your teeth still thrummed through your body. You giggled, a drink in your hand as you enjoyed the kitchen to yourself. The crew had gone to explore Water 7 and while you were happy to be part of the team–it was still something you were getting used to. Working by yourself, for yourself, had been something you’d done for years and were good at. Now, there were others; people you had started caring about.

He finds you in the kitchen, and immediately is envious of the glass in your hand. Not because the dark amber contents swirling around two blocks of ice is alluring. Not because of the way condensation clings to the glass, a sign of deliciously cold temperature enough to soothe most kinds of thirsts. He is envious of the glass, how you cradle it possessively when Zoro steps closer. He is envious of the rim, how your tongue flicks out to lap at a stray drop, sliding down–how it is graced by your lips when you bring it up for a drink.

“Looks good,” he says with strain. Tension pulls at his neck, making it difficult to talk. “Is there more of that?” 

You gesture at the table, where you had left the bottle of whiskey. He intends to move, truly, as he is mere steps away from your body but your eyes are bright and mystifying. They jumble his thoughts and it takes a quirk of your brow to kickstart his brain once more. 

As the moon commands, the tides obey, and a series of events unfolds that can’t be stopped. There’s so much to think of, you almost forget how much Zoro ails you. You forget how you think of him at night while you try to find a comfortable spot to sleep in. You forget the way his eyes pierce you during dinner, how they steal your breath. You forget the strange moments his hand brushes against yours when you pass him by, and the strange way he says your name as if it was a kiss given in secret.

You forget until Sanji is irate, top lip curled in anger. His words bounce off you, and you frown with a small shake of your head. You shake it, not because you find the accusation incredulous–you and Zoro had fought the best you could to protect the money–but because it feels as if you should care more. Zoro–usually calm, composed, quick to avoid drama–always flies at the handle at Sanji’s provocation. This time it’s no different. He comes, not to his own defense, but yours. The cloud over your mind lifts, and there’s a light beaming into your chest. Your mouth twists into a grimace.

You try to keep the light out by bringing a hand to your chest. Beams slip right through the cracks of your fingers. 

Your hand is still over your chest when Robin goes missing. You seek her out, desperate for an ally to make you forget–to remind you of the dangers of letting others in. There was an unspoken understanding between you two; a darkness shared and understood. You understand this even when you find out about Robin’s possible betrayal. In your heart, you try to reason, in your mind you find enough to doubt. When Zoro speaks up, like the devil on your shoulder, and makes it clear he isn't holding his breath when it comes to Robin, coldness sets in. People were complicated. You had learned that lesson with blood in your mouth. You wonder if Zoro has learned this as well–or was he the darkness too? Did he find it hard to trust? Had he been forced to cement walls around himself?

You begin to sink in, hiding behind your usual facade. Lies slip out of your mouth, one after the other, snakes with two and three heads. It was better this way, fabricating a self so different from your true source that nobody could ever hurt you. Desire could only lead to disappointment. Whatever embers he had left behind on the back of your hand, you try to smother it out, covering it with your free hand.

WAXING GIBBOUS

Raucous laughter meets shadows and light.

Luffy could never pass up a party, and after saving Robin there was so much to celebrate. The taste of sake on his tongue was familiar; a pleasant burning whose limits he knew all too well. This was something he could control, a phenomenon that did not incite fear or anxiety. 

He could not say the same about the phenomenon of your skin under the light of the moon. A throat so dry he feels choking seizes his words, so he drinks and drinks and drinks. Relief never comes, sentences he repeats in his head as he circles around you fester in the pit of his stomach. You are so happy–elated even, that Robin is back. You haven’t left her side, cracking joke after joke.

It’s sickening how much it irritates him that you refuse to be alone. If it’s not Robin, it’s Nami clinging to your hand, offering you another drink. If it’s not Nami, it’s Luffy trying to shove more food at you–food you gently refuse. If it’s not Luffy, it’s the stupid cook, hearts shooting out of his eyes as he touches your hand.

Your hand–the one he hasn’t touched.

He bites down so hard he thinks he’s cracked a tooth, so he spits at the ground, expecting blood. He sees nothing, and chooses to believe that this means nothing. The sake is rotten, and he is tired, so so tired. Zoro doesn’t pray, he has never prayed in his whole life but he considers it that night when he closes his eyes. So he hopes instead. He hopes he’ll be over it in the morning and you’ll be nothing–a long forgotten moonbeam in a distant night sky.

He wakes up, and realizes quickly that you are still not nothing.

He swings his swords repeatedly, motions that he is familiar with. He focuses on the strain of his muscles, the ache slowly setting in. He focuses on the sweat on the back of his neck, the one dripping down his rippling muscles. He focuses as much as he can, but your gaze on him is fastidious. 

He senses you watching him, a strange lecherous feeling that twists his stomach. He refuses to meet your gaze and bites down again. If his teeth cracked then so be it.

You are shameless, he thinks, as he swallows his drink. Your dark eyes are unwavering, focused on his neck. Zoro swallows, heart beating in his chest like a wild animal. His foot is under the table, tapping away as he tries to keep the rest of him still. Nami is arguing with Luffy, and Zoro shakes his head slightly, trying to wake up from the spell you have casted on him. He should laugh with the others, he should ignore Sanji’s pointed stare, he should ignore the cold sweat on his forehead and the sudden dip at the pit of his stomach when you lick your lips. 

When you finally drag your eyes away from his neck, in a way that looks like it pained you, Zoro takes a sharp breath. He thinks you have set him free from this twisted prison but you ensnare him again when you meet his eyes. Zoro brings his glass to his mouth once more, and swallows the remains of the whiskey.

It burns his chest on the way down, but there is a fire more heated and consuming at the bottom of his stomach. One that builds higher and higher when you smile at him.

Later that night, when he’s prowling the newly constructed Thousand Sunny like a restless large feline, Zoro has to remind himself why he even set out from his hometown. He reminds himself that he has to become the strongest swordsman, as he fights the urge to slide his hands down his stomach, to reach further down for the arousal that bothers him. His forehead pressed against the cold wood of the training room, he tries to reason with his breathing. He thinks about the new bounties announced, the thrill of new adventures. There is no room for deviation in his goals. He knows this. There is a set path to follow–the one the moon has been guiding him to all along.

Turning to you would just lead him to darkness. Zoro refused to be swallowed up by it, no matter how alluring the flash of its teeth were.

FULL MOON

A life for a life.

He thought nothing of it at first. He thought it necessary. At first he had lived selfishly, seeking to keep a promise given a long time ago. Somewhere along the way, his Captain’s dream had become as important as his. Somewhere along the way, he had friends he cared about, friends he wanted to protect. His strength alone had not been enough, and so for this sin: he offers his life.

If there was anyone who could protect the rest, it would be Luffy.

He tries to hold on to this hope as pain cuts into him. It rips at his skin, making tatters at what keeps him together. Blood splurts, hot and searing. A pain that burns so deep he thinks it’s in his soul. He clenches his teeth, willing for them to crack and splinter off, if it means keeping quiet. A man should not cry when his mind has been set up.  His eyes are open but he sees nothing–not in particular, except his own blood clouding his vision. 

He tries to focus on other things, when a pain so blinding and deep makes him want to drop to his knees. He thinks of Nami and Usopp, and hopes they’ll be okay. He wonders if Chopper will grow happier. He wants to believe Sanji will get stronger, enough to continue protecting everyone. That stupid, idiotic cook who had tried to offer his own life in his place. Zoro grimaces, a pained groan almost leaving his mouth so he bites down on his tongue–metal taking over his taste buds.

He had no regrets. He never had any but as his vision becomes blurry there’s a face that fills his eyes. A different kind of pain booms in his chest, until it fills everything, until it pushes out the air from his lungs. He takes a ragged breath, and feels fear for the first time in a long time. He fears regret. He fears never seeing her face again. He fears never knowing.

He should have held her. He should have kissed her. Just like he always wanted to.

He curses the sound of your voice, the same that cuts through the pain, and reminds him to hold on. He curses the softness of your skin–the back of your hand, the only sensation he knows of you. He curses how he craves to know more even in the face of this endless pain.

He curses you over and over again, until it is done, until all he knows is the pain you leave behind.

Sanji annoys him. Zoro tries to not lash out. His body feels heavy but he feigns it. He tries to keep it  together for as long as he can. He has to make sure they’re all okay. Once he is convinced that it was all worth it, once he sees your face wearing an expression he doesn’t want to think about, he allows himself to rest. It takes all the energy he has left to leave you–to walk away from you without touching you, to not run his fingers through your hair, to press your body against his. 

As consciousness fades, he wonders how much longer he can hold back. Would he regret it later? If he died? Would he regret never telling you? His inner voice becomes slurred, incoherent, distant until darkness takes him under.

Robin tries to tell you, even though Sanji tried to stop her. She tries to tell you the truth about Zoro but you dismiss her. You insist it is none of your business. Your voice is calm, flat even, as you fold laundry in an attempt to hide your trembling hands. In your mind, you’re screaming. In your mind, you want to run and grab him by the neck. In your mind, you want to understand what possessed him.

But in your heart you know why. In your heart, you know that Zoro wouldn’t have had it any other way, so you try to pretend you don’t know. It was the least you could do to pay him back for what he had given you all.

You know he will be fine. You know he will recover. He just needs time. You want to give it to him, and you do, as you try to stay busy. Still, your feet are treacherous. They keep taking you back to him. You watch him sleeping, a sickness weighing you down. Your eyes feel full, a heart so heavy you think you might collapse under its weight. Heavy feet root you to the spot by his bed. Trembling fingers reach out, so hesitant they can only touch lightly. You softly brush fingertips across his forehead; your silent prayer for him to wake up soon. The sight of his battered body makes you sigh, and your tear filled eyes rest on his hand. Those hands that had protected everyone time and time again. They seemed so strong every time he wielded his swords. Not once did you think they could look this frail. You reach out to touch the bandages, and gently squeeze his wrapped index finger.

Just as gently, you reach down and kiss his temple. 

“Wake up, idiot,” you whisper, lips brushing against his clammy skin. “I miss you.”

Your confession feels like a knife you pushed into your own chest. You move quickly, almost run out of the room. Blood gushes, and you hold up a hand, trying to push it back in; the feelings, the words, that kiss.

When he wakes, it takes a moment to feel like he is awake at all. It isn’t until the straw hats leave Thriller Bark that he feels more like himself. Per Luffy, there’s a celebratory dinner. Brooks–someone Zoro was still getting used to–had taken it upon himself to be the night’s entertainment. Fish-Man Island was the next destination and Zoro’s excitement was slowly overtaken by hazy thoughts of you. The more he drank, the more he thought he should finally tell you. The more he watched everyone laugh, eat, sing, drink—the more he thought he should just accept it.

He should accept the pull you had on him. He should accept the command, the order of things; like the moon and tide.

He follows this pull up to the crow’s nest, newly remodeled by Franky. There’s little time for Zoro to admire the modifications. He is too busy trying to find a way to breathe again after the sight of you left him breathless. You’re bent over the telescope, gazing at the sky–he figures maybe the moon, maybe the stars. He’s not sure. All he’s sure of is that his heart might burst if it beats any faster. All he is sure of is that if he doesn’t find a way to silence it, you might hear it past the bones, and flesh entrapping it. 

A fluttering of anxiety fills him with dread. A strange feeling he isn’t familiar with. It feels as if it was imperative he touches you; as if he didn’t, only death would follow, as if he didn’t hold you, the world–his or everyone’s–would end. It was such a dramatic, sickening feeling he wanted to rip his own heart out. If that was the solution, he’d do it but he had a feeling at the pit of his stomach that even that wouldn’t work.

He tries to quiet his breathing, not wanting to disturb you, too mesmerized by the sight of your round and plump ass. There’s fire over his skin, blistering and searing the hairs on his arms. He clears his throat, alerting you to his presence.

You turn around, embarrassed that you didn’t feel him entering the room. It’s a fleeting emotion, quickly overtaken by something much more complicated; heavier, infinitely more deadly. It is sickening, really, how insanely attractive he is. You swallow with difficulty, suddenly annoyed that you didn’t bring a drink with you; anything to whet your appetite if it meant keeping your hands off Zoro.

“Hey,” you say softly, trying to buy time for your mind to kick into gear. The cogs in your brain are sluggish. You blame the alcohol, and not the fire in your belly. You want to tell him you’re glad that he’s awake. You want to tell him how scary it was, but you know he wouldn’t want to hear that. “I’m sorry I drank all your sake while you slept,” you tell him instead, your mouth stretching into a crooked smile. “I figured someone should.”

He scoffs, matching your grin.

“That’s a poor excuse. You’re such a liar,” he tells you, and you take a sharp breath. You’re not sure if he meant it–that you were a liar–or if he just said it in passing. You blame the alcohol for your confusing thoughts, and you blame it again when you don’t notice the way he has quickly breached the distance between you two.

The moon is full and bright, hanging high in the inky night sky. Its light is bright and it shoots through the window, spilling over the floor. Zoro is mesmerized by the way it glistens on your brown skin. You look so small against the window, with your back to the moon, it makes him want to crush you against his chest. His mind is hazy, his tongue heavy. He blames the sake. He blames the sake and the moon. He blames them as his hand reaches out to brush a curl out of your face. He tucks it behind an ear, his eyes memorizing the roundness of your cheek, the shell of your ear. He blames the moonlight on your skin, when he cups your cheek to see if he can trap it there, between your skin and his calluses.

He blames the night sky, the smell of the sea when he reaches down to softly brush his lips against yours.

You can’t breathe when his nose brushes against yours. You still can’t breathe when he pulls back, enough to look down at you. His eyes stare into yours and you still can’t find your breath. You think you’ll die now, by Zoro’s mouth, by his hand on your cheek. Your heart pounding against your frail ribs reminds you that you’re still alive. It is a resounding call to arms. You think you should pick up your weapons, but the fire in his eyes burns your resolve to ash.

His heart is on fire. Zoro knows that is a ridiculous thought. He knows that’s not even correct or possible, but the longer he looks at you, the more he feels it to be true. He hears it in the distance; the sound of war—drums, and screaming, blades scratching against each other, sinew tearing, blood gushing; throbbing in his ears and in his veins. 

The sound echoes in his body, a rush of adrenaline lighting small fires throughout his being. This moment feels infinite, as if he is frozen in time. A want so desperate pools inside him until it ignites. 

He comes tumbling down when he kisses you again. A ravenous mouth open and seeking against yours. His large hands hold your face, as he brushes his tongue against yours with the sole purpose of consuming; conquering. Your tongue is warm and soft, slippery, a sensation he can’t get enough of. He hums when you give in, when you let him suck on it without inhibitions. His breathing is harsh through his nose, and it becomes quicker when you place your hands over his, when you move them down his arms onto his chest.

You grasp on to his shirt, as you return his kisses. His teeth are unforgiving. They bite down on your bottom lip, on the corners of your mouth. He is insistent on discovering everything about it. He runs his tongue against your bottom lip, his forehead pressed against yours. He wonders as he sucks on it, how many times have you bitten down on it, how many words have you swallowed in place to offer lies instead. He’s never told you how often he sees right through you. He sees it even now, as you struggle for control.

“Don’t fight it,” he breathes against your cheek, his fingers tangling in your hair. “Not now. Not tonight.” He kisses your closed eyes; one at a time. He kisses your cheeks, lips blistering hot. You feel him brush his mouth against your jawline. “Don’t think. Not until tomorrow,” he asks you against your neck, trailing kisses down the column of it. You think about this offer, consider rejecting, but when his teeth snags against the soft flesh on the hollow of your neck you forget everything. Your arms wrap around his shoulders as he follows your collarbone to one shoulder. He bites down with enough force to make you cry–one that turns into a soft moan.

It is enough. That is the sound that snaps his resolve. He wanted to be gentle. He wanted to make this moment last, as if he would never have it again, but you are something he was never prepared to fight against. When you moaned, with your nails digging into his back he was left with no choice. He had to have you, tonight, at all costs.

His hands are as unforgiving as his mouth. They rip into your clothes, ignoring your protests. The sound of tearing fabric is accompanied by the sound of your gasps. His breathing is harsh against your ears, causing a wetness between your legs you try to take no responsibility over. It is the sight of his chest, wide and thick when he rips his own shirt that makes your mouth water. Your hands reach out immediately, just as you always dreamed of. You run your palms over his muscles, memorizing every dip and sharp angle, as you press your open mouth to his neck. You suck on a spot, determined to leave a mark–any. It was desperation. One that was fed by fear. You feared this moment not lasting. You feared never again touching his skin, kissing him, holding him.

His own desperation was evident by his greedy hands. They way he seized your hips, to press his erection against you. His hands slide over your hips to your ass, and he digs his fingers into the supple flesh. He’s kissing you again, a clash of tongue of teeth; sloppy, and messy, a wetness on your chin he licks up before sucking on the spot. Zoro’s eyes take in the sight of the floor, as you kiss his chest. He moans when you bite down over a nipple, and he pulls on your hair.

“Stop that,” he hisses, pushing you back towards the benches. “Or I’ll fuck you on the floor.” It doesn’t sound unappealing to your ears, so you try to bite his other nipple but he is faster than you. He picks you up by the ass, forcing you to shout in surprise.  Zoro carries you to the bench, and he sits down after placing you back on the ground.

You look down at him, and his naked chest. His pants are still on and you feel extremely exposed. Zoro had, in his efficacy, ripped every single article of clothing you had on. Leaving you naked, and heated. You scoff.

“So you get to keep your pants on?” you ask him, pointing with a frown. Zoro laughs at you, as he reaches into his trousers with one hand. He pulls out his hardened cock, and strokes it gently. There’s a lump in your throat, one with no name, so you swallow it quickly. The sight of his pink tip is enticing. He smears the precum over his slit with his thumb. You think it a shame, and almost tell him so but he’s speaking trying to get your attention. 

“Pay attention,” he tells you with a raised brow, his hand settled now at the base of his cock. You raise a brow to match his. Zoro smiles, and pats his lap with his free hand. “Come here,” he commands you to move towards him, heart hammering away at the prospect. You had thought of this moment before. You had no shame admitting it now. You had thought often of how it would feel to have Zoro inside you, so deep you could feel like dying. It seems Zoro had other plans when you approach him as he spins you around by the hips. “This way. Your back to me.”

You swallow and sit on his lap, feeling his cock pressed against your ass. He kisses your shoulder, your neck as his hands roam over your thighs. There’s a slick coating your folds. You’re more aware of it the more he touches your skin. His breath is hot against your ear when he speaks again: “I’m going to spread your legs,” he tells you, and follows through quickly on his statement, spreading them by grabbing your thighs. You gasp, cool air touching your heated core. Zoro runs his tongue along the shell of your ear. He nips the top of it, teeth sharp and digging hard enough to leave an imprint. You feel yourself getting wetter. 

“You’re wet,” he breathes out–a heated whisper, almost trembling. His fingers rifle through your folds, slickness covering his fingertips. Zoro presses his mouth against your ear, his eyes closing at the pleasure. It feels so silky and soft in his fingers. He craves more. “I’m going to make you cum,” he tells you, slipping one finger in slowly, one knuckle at a time. “I’m going to make you cum over and over again. I want to touch you everywhere, deep inside.” He slips in another finger when you moan, curving them in search of that spongy spot. His desire builds the wetter you get, the more you moan and whimper in his hold. His cock is hard, and it leaks again against your back. You feel it there sticking to your skin. “I want you,” he growls against your shoulder, as he picks up the pace, scissoring his fingers inside your squelching pussy. “I want you so badly. This isn’t enough.” His teeth sink into the soft flesh of your shoulder. You cry out, as he clamps down harder, leaving a mark on your skin. He kisses the blooming bruise, hand moving desperately as you clench around his fingers. The soft pad of his palm beats against your clit, his calluses eliciting a pleasure you never knew could be possible every time they brush over your sensitive nub.

He leans over you, his broad chest making you feel vulnerable and small. Your thighs are aching as he continues to push his fingers in and out of you. “Maybe another one,” he grunts in between pants, peering over your shoulder. He watches himself insert a third finger into your soaking pussy. You cry out, at the sensation of being stretched. He is watching himself work, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. Sweat clings to his temple, and runs down his cheek. You’re doing your best to hold back, the fear of being heard keeps you from giving in entirely but the sight of him so enthralled with the way he’s beating into your pussy makes you want to fold. “Do you like it?” he asks you, panting against your ear. You whimper and bite down on your lip, almost drawing blood. “You’re so wet and so tight. I think you do,” he insists, licking your ear, and sucking on your earlobe quickly after. “But why are you holding back?” His mouth is flushed against your ear, his breath humid. “Are you scared they’ll hear you?” 

Zoro chuckles lightly against your ear, picking up speed until it becomes a brutalizing pace. The sounds in crow’s nests are lewd enough to make you blush. You hear the wet sound of your pussy, the way you keep whimpering and gasping. Your body is shaking. 

“Come on, babe,” he asks you in almost a whine. You gasp, and moan, surprised at the visceral reaction your body had to the sound of his soft voice. “Let me hear you. The real you. Or do I have to fuck you harder?”

The moon continues to hang high in the sky as he works his fingers inside you. Its beams scatter in the room, casting shadows over the side of your face, and over your breasts. He wishes he could see more than he does. He wishes he could memorize the sight of you, falling apart to his touch, and never forget it. The scent of your shampoo haunts him, so he scissors his fingers inside you in a desperate attempt to even the odds. 

He kneads one breast with his free hand, squeezing its nipple between index and thumb. When you cry out, he gasps loudly against your ear, surprised at how much that turned him on. He wants to hear it again, again, and again; so he repeats the motion, twisting and pulling until you’re moaning and whimpering in his embrace. Your skin looks so soft under the moonlight. He brushes his lips over your neck and shoulders trying to taste you. It isn’t enough so he tries again, chasing the essence that makes you who you are. He nips at the flesh of your back as you bend over, a particular strong jolt of pleasure forcing your tummy to contract. No matter how many times he digs his teeth into your skin, until you’re covered in crescent shaped marks, he can’t seem to get his fill of you. You feel so good around his fingers, your arousal dripping down his wrist and his forearm.

Your orgasm catches him unaware, and he slows down his fingers, surprised at the loudness of your voice. He finds himself laughing against the hair above your ear, pleasure making him shiver. His fingers slow down slightly before he pulls them out entirely. “About time,” he whispers before he has you flip over to face him. He adjusts you on his lap, until you’re grinding your soaked pussy on his cock. “But we’re not done. I need more.” He brings your face to him, a hand on the back of your neck. The kiss is forced, mouth pressed tightly against yours. You whimper softly under its weight. Whatever tenderness that kiss held evaporates when his attention moves downwards to your breasts. 

He sucks on your breasts, as he grips your hips. His fingers hold you so tightly you’re compelled to move them against his length. He leaves bites over the swell of your breasts, and the fire inside you continues to burn. You had stopped trying to hold it in, your moans cast into the shield of darkness like stars on the inky sky. Zoro seizes them with his mouth, teeth bearing down on them. He pins them to his body like decoration and seizes to find more, conquer another every time he nips at your sensitive nipples. You hold on to Zoro, desperation forcing you to dig your nails into his back. Every time he kisses your breasts you feel like melting, disappearing into the heat of his mouth. 

Your hands reach out to his face, trembling. Your hips move still, the heat of Zoro’s hands keeping them steady. His eyes on your face send a shiver down your spine. Your breath feels so out of reach, as if you’ll never catch up to it, to place it back in your lungs. You trace over the angle of his cheekbones, try to memorize the sharpness of his jawline by going over it with one index finger. Although pleasure continues to build, you’re distracted by the sight of his ears. His earrings trap the light of the moon, and they blink repeatedly, little stars hanging from his earlobe; a mesmerizing sight that makes you want to make a wish. If you wished with all your heart, would it come true? If you wished for a dream, would it be fulfilled?

Your breath hitches, eyes glued to his swinging earrings. Their beautiful golden color is made all the more striking against his tanned skin. You touch them, fingers playing with them. Zoro takes your hand and kisses the inside of your wrist, the pool of your palm. He moves your hand to his chest, and presses it there. The feel of his heartbeat steals your breath. You gulp, trying to shake the dizziness, but Zoro is kissing you, taking your bottom lip into his mouth gently. You hold his face between your hands when he pulls away, feeling like you’re holding on to water. His hands are back on your hips. He lifts you up, as the fingers of one hand drifts to his earrings again. You brush your fingers against them, and they make a soft tinkling sound–a quick little song–as he buries his cock inside you.

It is better than you could have ever imagined. He fills you in an instant, provoking moan after moan to flood your mouth. Soft, and steady, you tell yourself, pressing your forehead against his. He lets you lead at first, his fingers tapping repeatedly against your hips. He’s counting, for who knows what, timing an entrance. 

Zoro thinks he's finally lost his damn mind. He was determined to savor this moment—like an expensive whiskey, consumed in small sips, swirled around the tongue before swallowing, but you’re so wet, your arousal coats his belly, and sinks into his pants. You’re hot inside, fiery, and smooth. Every swirl of your hips reminds him of how desperately he wants to ram into you, again and again. He thinks about you clenching around his fingers as you moan against his mouth. He sets his jaw, trying to tighten his grip around his willpower but your pussy is even tighter. His breathing is ragged, he shakes his head, trying to cast off the sudden heat in his eyes making him see red. 

But he can’t help it. He can’t fight it any longer.

“Okay,” he says against your neck as you continue to bounce on his cock at a slow pace. His hands are on your hips, they grip tighter. It should have been your warning but you’re so caught up in the feel of him, eyes shut as your face is turned to the ceiling, that you don’t realize what’s happening. “I’m sorry but I need to do it my way now.” He holds you still, and starts thrusting up into your pussy at a maddening speed. You cry out at the sudden change of pace, fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders. He hisses, but he doesn’t let up, selfishly chasing the high of your tight pussy. 

“Oh my God,” you cry out, eyes shut tightly, as pleasure courses through your body. 

Zoro laughs against your pulse. He sucks on it even as laughter rumbles in his chest. When he comes up for air he asks you: “Who’s that? Don’t know him.”

You laugh but it turns shrill, morphing into a cry of pleasure. Zoro feels you clench around him, faster and faster. He moans, and bites your chin. He picks up the speed, angles his hips with his eyes on your face, determined not to miss a single thing. When you cum, fall apart around him, he watches you with his mouth open–barely staving off his own orgasm. You fall into him, and he holds you, your body twitching in his embrace.

“No,” he says, pushing your back on the bench. You look up, eyes fluttering close, your body feeling heavy and sore. “A little bit more. I need just a bit more.” You shake your head, weakly pressing a hand to his chest. Zoro takes your hand, wraps the arm attached to it around his neck. “Don’t act weak with me. I know how strong you are. So just take it. You can take it.” He takes one of your legs and places it on top of the backrest of the benches, your ankle bumping into the wall. Zoro stares down at you, and you’re caught again–by the heat of his gaze. Dark green lashes fluttering under the moonlight, his swinging earrings blinking at you, his mouth parted, a flush on his cheeks. It all looks so divine, you think this a sight belonging to the gates of Heaven. You think you’re close to dying.

And death comes calling when he enters you again. You have nothing left inside you to fight it. You moan time and time again, with every brutish slam of his hips against yours. His balls sound loud and impossibly perverse every time they slap against your ass. There are bruises forming, you’re sure, but you don’t care. You hold on to him, wrap your arms tightly around him but he pushes you down, determined to watch your expression. You cling to his hips instead, the ones that keep pummeling into you, harshly, his cock ramming into your puffy and overstimulated pussy. He thinks the sight of your face, twisted in a mixture of pain and pleasure is the sharpest knife he has ever been cut open by.

Zoro staves off a cry of pleasure by diving in for a kiss, desperately sucking your tongue into his mouth. He kisses the corner of your mouth. From his mouth, he hears stupid promises but his mind can’t believe it even through the haze of lust. He tries to take them back but he whispers into your ear again, soft and sweet things he wouldn’t dare speak in the light of the sun. You know he’s only saying this because he is not thinking straight, because like you, he is consumed by this burning lust. You know when a new moon comes, when this has waxed and waned, that he would forget the words uttered in a moment of madness. 

He loves the way you feel, the way it’s so easy to kiss you. He loves the way your voice catches on his skin, slipping into the little cracks to stay forever. He hates it too. Hates how he thinks he’ll carry you always. Even in the light. Even in the dark. He thinks he should take it all back, the kisses, the words. He thinks this even buried to the hilt, your pussy fluttering around his length again. He thinks this even as he gasps and moans, cuming with you. 

His body shudders as he spills inside you. You feel it start to ooze out of you, but you ignore it, just like you ignore the sudden flush of your face. 

Zoro crumples over you, and covers you in kisses. Your hands are shaking as you seize his shoulders, trying to find the sense to speak about what just happened but he is gone the moment you grasp him. There are towels nearby, and he drapes one between your legs. He lowers himself over you, trapping your body between his arms. His mouth is still relentless, kissing your bruised lips over and over again. You see the moon caught in his earrings again, and you reach out for it.

Someone once told you, a dream was a wish you made on a star. Your fingers dance along his earrings. The gold blinks back at you–twinkling stars hanging from his ear. You wish, on all three, for the same dream. 

You wish that maybe when the new moon comes, the pull it had on you two would bring you together time and time again.

[chickenjokey]

The Room Where it Happened

Hi all! Here is another Zoro x Reader (Y/N) story!

Sorry this took so long to write ;-;

I present you with my idea of Zoro being a horny loser when he's in love 🙂‍↕️

Description: Zoro doesn't understand emotions and all that yucky stuff. He's a simple man with simple needs, but he doesn't know why you are the only thing running through his head every time he closes his eyes. He was supposed to be the strong one. The one who doesn't wear his emotions on his sleeve. So why does he have to run to the bathroom to relieve himself each time he sees you?

18+ STORY!

CW and brief description: smut at end, fem AFAB reader/(Y/N) used, Zoro is a slight perv, mainly Zoro's POV because I like writing about him being a loser who has big emotions

Word count: 5.8k

Zoro didn’t seem like a complicated man. He liked his sake straight from the bottle. His tea with no cream or sugar. His hair was always cut the same length, and his eye was on the prize. His face gave nothing away about how he felt, and his eye always gleamed with a hardness that was hard to ignore. He was unmovable, like a boulder in the middle of a rapid river. Like the foundations of a house or the webs of a spiderweb. An immovable force that has yet to meet his maker. 

Nothing could surprise him.

What nobody could detect was the swirling torment of emotions he so desperately tried to ignore in his stomach and chest. He would close his eyes, listen to the crash of the waves against the ship, and imagine throwing all his emotions into a chest, locking it up tight, and throwing it into the blue sea. Oh, how he would close his eyes often. He would close his eyes each time you were mentioned. Each time, he recognized the sound of your footsteps coming closer and closer when he would nap on the deck. His eye would close as he would take a deep breath in; the smell of your perfume drifted through a room you had just exited prior. He would memorize the way you laugh, the way you walk, and talk for safekeeping, locked in his mind. 

And now he rests against the stairs outside on the deck, closing his eye, trying to throw those emotions into an imaginary box. Lock and key in hand, ready to throw it into the sea. He hasn’t even seen you today, but his feelings, no matter how hard he would try to shut it out, were reaching a boiling point. The box he so desperately grasped in the visions of his mind was deteriorating each day.

What was he to do at the party held yesterday? The setting sun made a soft halo around your face, igniting your eyes and brightening your skin. And how could he ignore the fits of laughter he would hear radiating from the kitchen as he leaned by the door, not ready to face you? And the way you would meet his eye with a certain softness that tugged at his heart to the point he wanted to fall? What about you made him want to explore every inch of your mind? Your hands? Your body? Your mouth?

His breath hitched as the vision of the box filled with his swirling emotions fell away to you. His tongue would fill your mouth, his hand feeling your face, down to your neck. You gripping his shoulders and pulling the strands of hair at the base of his head. He would feel the gasps and the wines that would die on your lips as he would deepen the kiss.

He was pulling. 

He was wanting. 

He was desperate.

His hands would wander your body further, tugging and squeezing every inch of you he could feel. He would kiss your neck and your chest, making his way to your tits, desperate to see and feel one of the more intimate parts of your body. You would moan in his name, begging him to keep going and to keep touching. You would be a writhing mess in his arms.

With a start, he sat up straight, his eye wide as he looked around the deck, seeing if anyone was around who potentially saw him in this state. Small sweat beads started protruding from the side of his face, his ears tipped red, and his abs tense. His cock was pressed tight against his pants, dots of precum starting to soak through his boxers.

“Dammit…” He groaned quietly to himself. 

He was pathetic. Reverting back to a teenager who couldn’t even keep his dick down. 

He’s never let himself get carried away in his thoughts of you. He only allowed himself to peer into the cracks of the stonewall he built in his mind when he was standing under the spray of the showerhead in the bathroom. His chest red, and his eyebrows furrowed as his fist gripped his cock. His eye closed, imagining you laid down on his bed with his cock buried deep in you, his body morphing into the shape of you to feel every one of his nerves tingling from the feeling of your skin. He would bite his lip to stop himself from groaning and whimpering your name. 

But outside of the secret he left in the bathroom, he should have every feeling and thought his stupid brain would conjure up buried deep inside of him. 

He stood up from his position. It should be early enough for nobody to see him and the large imprint of his dick straining against the material of his pants. If he was quick, he could make it to the bathroom to release himself. 

His boots thudded across the deck and up the stairs. His eye downcasted as his brain conjured up more images of you doing unholy things to him. He knew he was going to hell already, but he would climb his way to heaven just to see your angelic face.

A big thud against his chest snapped him out of his mind, his eye widening in alarm and his hands reaching out to grab the figure that had run into him.

A familiar smell greeted his nose, making his cock twitch in his pants. 

Oh no…It couldn’t be you, but it was you. Your face had collided with his chest, and now his hands gripped your waist, steadying you before you tripped further. He could feel the embarrassment tint his cheeks and ears red before he could formulate any words in his brain. His dick reacted before his brain could, however. The feeling of your skin against his fingers made his breath catch in his throat. The feeling of your warm breath and splayed-out hands against his chest made him feel a high he had never experienced. 

You backed up a little and looked at Zoro with wide eyes.

“Zoro!” You gaped. “You scared the crap out of me! What the hell are you doing up?” You were still close enough to him to see his dilated pupil grow twice in size and his jaw tense so hard you see his neck strain. Your fear and shock had calmed down now, and you were well aware of the near-bruising hold Zoro had on your waist. Realizing your predicament, you removed your hands from his chest and tried to step back, but to no avail. Zoro was staring at you with an unreadable expression, his eye giving a hard, far-away look like he was lost in memory.

“Zoro?” You asked, worried he was in some state of paralysis after giving him a fright. “I’m okay… You don’t need to hold me steady anymore.” You said with a wary smile, unsure of what was wrong with the marimo. Your heart fluttered in your chest like a rabbit stuck in a cage, desperately trying to escape.

You weren’t stupid; you saw the way he would look at you when you wore your favorite shirt that showed a little too much cleavage. When you wanted to sunbathe on the deck in your bikini, you saw how he would grow tense, gripping the weight he held above his head when he was mid-workout. His eye trained on your figure as he would lose himself in how you walked and swayed. How your hair shined in the light, and how you would apply sunscreen to your arms, legs, and ass, giving him a beautiful view. He would drop his weight without notice, rocking the ship a little, and stare at you. There, at that moment, you could read him like a book. The normally stoic swordsman was in awe, was in love, and was showing his feelings, even if it was just for a split second before he would take a deep breath in, like resurfacing after a plunge into the ocean, and walk away. 

And now you stand before him—your normal confidence and teasing tone leaving your body now that he is in front of you. You reached down to your waist without breaking eye contact and lightly brushed against his hand. Zoro flinched from the newfound contact on his skin. His eye widened further, if that was possible, and his mouth opened slightly in a gasp. He ripped his hands away from your hips, knocking your hands out of the way. He took a large step back, putting his hands up as if to shield himself from you. His teeth clamped down on his lip, unsure of how to explain himself and get the hell out of there. 

He was mortified, to say the least. He has taken down whole fleets of men in the blink of an eye and without a second thought, but his demise was you. 

‘I-I… I didn’t mean..” Zoro stuttered out. His voice was slightly higher pitched as his throat closed in panic. This was not supposed to happen. He wasn’t supposed to freeze in front of you, letting his inner being out in front of the one person he needed to impress. Zoro didn’t understand what he was feeling, so all he could spew out was a few jumbled words that formed no sentence. You frowned at him and crossed your arms on your chest. 

Zoro’s eyes followed your movement, landing on the soft mounds that were now resting on your arms, just waiting to spill out from the loose shirt you had worn to bed.

“Zoro.” You said in a low voice. His eyes snapped back up to your face, now very well aware you had just caught him looking. How dare I!  he would yell in his head. He was no better than Sanji at that point, and to him, that was the worst offense on the planet. 

‘(Y/N)... I’m sorry, I… didn’t mean to…” Didn’t mean to what? Run into you? Hold your waist so tightly he could see the imprint of his fingers? Stare at your chest? 

He gulped. 

You let out a sigh that ended in a small laugh, your arms falling to your side as you took a few steps closer to him and grabbed his forearm. 

“Zoro, what’s going on? Is something the matter? You have been a little off for a while.” You knew it may have sounded harsh, but something had been eating him up for months now. You were watching him deteriorate before your eyes, and you had to do something before he snapped. 

“I… I can’t.” He strained out. His hand clenching and unclenching, hoping to ground himself and recover. Your hand trailed up his arm, leaving goosebumps to rise on his skin. 

“Can’t what, Zoro?” You looked at him steadily. “Is it me? Did I do something?” You were suddenly anxious—a million thoughts running through your mind. 

“I know I like to tease you a little bit. I’m sorry, maybe I took it too far.” You dropped your hand from his arm and looked down. You held a power over Zoro nobody else in the world had. You knew he found you attractive, and you liked to mess with him from a distance, just testing the waters. You didn’t want to get your hopes up. Maybe you were reading between the lines, and he was pissed and weirded out about you throwing winks and sultry looks at him when you saw him look at your body. 

“No.” He grunted out, causing you to snap your head up. His eye gleamed down at you; a raging torrent of emotions encapsulated him. 

Zoro had recovered from his embarrassment. He didn’t understand his emotions, but he knew that if he kept trying to bury them, it would eventually break him. 

“No, (Y/N). You didn’t do a damn thing.” His brows furrowed together as he tried to think about what to say. You allowed him time to process and think, welcoming the few seconds of silence between you two. 

Zoro heaved a deep breath in like he was about to explode, but instead, his hand swooped down and grabbed yours. His hand exuded a warmth that made you jealous of his ability to stay warm despite the chilly early morning breeze. Callouses marred the inside of his palm, making a rough terrain on his hand that was opposite yours. Your cheeks warmed at the new sensation of his strong hand holding yours, his thumb drawing circles on your knuckles. 

Zoro let out the breath he was holding after you didn’t pull your hand away from his. Now, you were the flustered one, standing there in awe, looking at his beautiful face.

“You have no idea…” He brought your hand up to his lips, resting his lips against your knuckles. “You have no idea what you do to me, (Y/N).” He murmured against your fingers, now giving small kisses to each one of your knuckles. His eye was trained on your face, looking for a negative reaction, an uncertainty in your eyes, or the beginning of a frown. Something, anything, that he could detect before he got too lost in you. Your eyes were wide in surprise, and a small, shaky inhale of breath passed through your slightly open mouth. Uncertain eyes were trained on his lips, observing him carefully as he kissed each of your fingers so carefully and cautiously as if he was waiting for you to push him away. 

“Zoro… What do I do to you?” You muttered, testing the waters. He gave a start, clenching your fists slightly. The air from his mouth warmed your fingers as you looked at him, eagerly waiting for a response. His jaw clenched again; his hooded eye looked at you directly. You couldn’t even begin to name the emotions that were swirling in his dark eye, but the main outlier was that he was desperate. He was needy and looked at you like you were a cup of water in the sweltering desert—a pivotal need for the human body under distressing circumstances. A breath caught in your throat as his dark, hooded eye pierced your own. 

Without saying a word, he took your hand and placed it on his chest, right above his heart. A strong and fast beat reverberated through his chest—a pounding heart, beating and pumping furiously. Your fingers shifted a little across his shirt, slightly feeling his toned and hard muscles while also admiring the beat of his drum. 

“This. Do you feel it?” He breathed out, now fully committed to telling you. He wanted you to feel him as he spoke. He wasn’t sure why, but maybe this will prove to you how true he is in his intentions, thoughts, and words. His hand was slightly shaky as they still held your hand against his chest. 

“This only happens with you,” Zoro admitted. He could feel his heart pumping harder as he started to admit something he promised himself a million times over he had to ignore. He took the chance and met your eyes. You stared at his chest, your eyebrows furrowed and your chest heaving. You took the charge and took a step forward, moving your hand down to his stomach and placing your ear against his chest. 

Zoro shivered and tensed as your hand moved down his body and then felt your warm head press against his chest. Thoughts raced in his head, and he was unsure of what to do. He tilted his head down and unashamedly took a deep breath in, taking in the smell of your shampoo and leftover perfume that he loved so fucking much. His hand clenched yours more tightly, his cock still throbbing from the contact. You were everything he had hoped for and dreamed of. Each night, he would dream of you. Dreams of you holding his head taught to your pussy, gripping and grinding on his mouth, calling out his name in an angelic moan. Dreams of him holding your waist down onto the bed as he kissed his way to your neck down to your breasts. Dreams of holding you tightly in his arms in the middle of the night, pressing soft kisses to your head. He would wake with a start, his heart and cock aching- pre cum dampening his shorts. He would make haste to the bathroom; he needed to be there first every morning. A desperate urge to let the water that hit his back wash any and all thoughts of you while he watched his cum flow down with the water into the drain.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He held your hand, which was pressed against his stomach, and started moving it down slowly. You could hear his heart rate increasing as he moved your hand closer to his lower stomach, then over his pants. His hand held yours right above where his dick formed a tight tent on his pants. He didn’t want to pressure you to move your hand on his most intimate part when you didn’t want to. He needed you, but he respected you more. 

A small gasp escaped your lips. Your heart was now pounding, the strong rhythm loud enough that you could hear it roar in your ears, almost drowning out Zoro’s own pounding beat. Your head lifted and looked at him, his features dark and hued from the blue morning light. You gulped, your mouth dry before you attempted to speak.

“And… Did I do this? You ask, almost innocently, as you trail your hand down to his hard dick. You palmed him lightly, pleasantly surprised to feel how big and girthy he felt in your palm. Zoro groaned and grabbed your wrist tightly, holding you in place. He was completely at your will.

“(Y/N)...” He took his other hand and gripped your waist in a tight grip. “Y-you know what you’re doing,” He strained out, lightly jutting his hips forward for some friction. A ghost of a smirk graces on your face as you lean in. Breath light as a feather against the skin of his neck, causing small goosebumps to rise. “God…” Zoro moaned out as he started grinding himself into your cupped hand. You graciously felt him up and down; his hand on your waist started to roam your lower back, feeling you silently. 

“Zoro…” You breathed into his neck with a small smile. You brought your lips closer to his skin, right by his ear. “What am I doing?” 

Zoro gave a muffled groan, clenching his jaw and his hand around your body, pulling you taught to his chest. “Damn tease,” Zoro brought his hand to your ass, pushing your lower half to his cock where your hand resided. “You get to torture me for months with that damn mouth and body,” He exasperated. He takes in your stunned reaction, taking this moment to drag your wrists to the closest room- the bathroom, yanking the door open and tossing you in. Stumbling forward, you catch yourself against the wall. Realizing where you were, you quickly looked around- relief courses through your veins as you see nobody in the bathroom. Your body turns to see Zoro standing tall, his arms crossed over his chest, his eye piercing, earrings gleaming in the morning light. Zoro crosses the distance between you in a few long strides and grabs the back of your head.

“Zoro-” You couldn’t get out another word before he smashed his lips into yours in a heated, bruising kiss. A groan of pleasure emanates from both of your throats, his hands quickly feeling your stomach and grazing over your chest. You find your hands instinctively grabbing the back of his neck, pulling his head closer. A veined hand made its way to your throat, slightly pushing you back. 

Zoro glared at you with an almost primal look. A hand still loosely held your throat; feeling your pounding pulse against his fingertips gave him a sense of power he usually only felt in battle- a sense of urgency and power where he finally felt like he had control. A hand started undoing his belt, his eye never leaving your face, as he tossed his belt off to the side and unzipped his pants. His hand let go of your throat and then stepped a foot or two closer. The wild look you were giving him made his cock twitch against his boxers in anticipation, causing a small groan to escape his lips.  

“Zoro… I..” 

“Take my pants off.” He demanded. You’re once again left stunned by Zoro’s bluntness, but the dangerous look he gives you makes you swallow your pride and approach him. An apprehensive, shaky hand made its way to his zipper, slowly unzipping it and popping his button open. He kicked off his pants and his boxers all at once, impatience gnawing on his brain and his composure. His cock throbbed in the cold air, his tip red and angry from lack of attention. Pre cum dripped from his entrance, a thick string threatening to fall onto the floor.

“Been waitin’ too damn long for this,” He said gruffly, a sigh of contentment left his lips. Stingy hands gripped your face, kissing you harshly. Your hands roamed his chest, feeling his muscles tense and contort to your movement like a moth to a flame. Fingers brush against the outline of his cock softly, making his hips jerk forward and his hands against your face moving downward to grip your breast. 

“You feel perfect.” His fingers danced around your nipple, twisting and pulling, drawing out those beautiful moans he had only dreamt of. Moans are shared between you, your head foggy with pleasure at the feeling of his rough fingers through your shirt. 

“S’not enough..” Zoro mutters against your neck- his hands already diving under your shirt, pulling it over your head. A mix of a growl and a groan boomed from his chest, making you shaky in the knees. You took the initiative and fell to your knees, eager to please the man presenting himself in front of you. You hastily reach out, feeling his hard cock up and down, watching his skin move with the rhythm of your hands. A moan escaped you as you couldn’t help but rub your thighs together in pleasure. You would have never imagined this day would happen. A day when Zoro finally allows himself to feel his emotions. Finally, he allows himself to not bury everything down deep in that box. He has never felt more alive, seeing you sat on your knees, his inner fantasies coming to fruition. 

Your pussy throbs as you imagine him inside of you, ravaging and rearranging your insides mercilessly. Drool forms in your mouth as you quickly take him in your mouth, needing desperately to hear those delicious groans from his mouth that go straight to your cunt. 

“Shit… feel so good.” Zoro moaned, his face angled down to watch his cock disappear behind your puffy lips. You placed your hands against his thigh, bracing yourself as he started to thrust his cock down your throat. You gag and cough, but the sounds emanating from Zoro’s mouth made you rub your thighs together in pleasure. 

“Ungh… come on pretty, a little more for me.” The endearing word made you moan against his dick, making it vibrate slightly, causing Zoro to hiss in pleasure. You continue to suck until drool slips down your chin and onto the floor. The sounds coming from your mouth would have been embarrassing under any other circumstance; the sloshing and sound of spit against skin while you gagged was music to Zoro’s ears. 

Zoro’s hand in your hair yanked you back, making you release him with a slight “pop” sound. You take this moment to try and regain your breath, chest heaving with the effort to return oxygen to your needy lungs. 

“C’mere,” Zoro muttered while lifting his fingers up in a come hither motion. You shakily stood up, your underwear stuck to your cunt from how wet you were made you shift your thighs together. 

“You're gonna make me cum if you keep doing that, dammit.” Zoro held your face in his hands and wiped any stray tears away with his thumb. He gave an unexpected small smile before kissing you gently. His mouth moved expertly against yours, his tongue asking for entrance by running it over your lips. His hands softly grabbed your waist and pushed you close to him, his wet cock against your exposed stomach. 

“Zoro…need you.” You begin to plead lightly, much to Zoro’s pleasure. 

“Yeah?” He muttered against your flesh, kissing your collarbone and chest, leaving no area dry from his wet kisses. 

“Lay down,” Zoro muttered, slightly pushing your body down. You went back to your knees and laid on your back, your upper half held up by your elbows. 

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” Zoro said in a hushed tone, his eyes wide like he couldn’t believe he was seeing your semi-naked form in front of him. You blushed strongly, a smile gracing your face as you looked at him expectantly. Zoro gripped his shirt and peeled it off his body, tossing it off to the side. You unashamedly stared at his naked form, his perfectly tan skin, the small and large scars that scattered his body and legs, large muscles rippling with power… it was all so beautiful. Even more heat gathered on your face and down your body as you continued to study him. 

Zoro took no time to kneel down and hover his hands over your shorts. He didn’t fail to notice the large blush across your features. 

“I’m serious, (Y/N).” He said sternly, hands gripping the edge of your shorts and began to pull them down, exposing your damp panties. 

“You’re just stunning…” He muttered as he bent down to leave kisses over your stomach and made his way down to your underwear. He took them in his teeth and began pulling them down. 

“Zoro… I- you’re everything to me.” You admitted, gripping the hairs at the back of his head. He groaned in response, taking your underwear completely off. He didn’t say anything, but he froze; his ears turned red, and his eyes widened at the confession from you. He stared at you, bewildered, before he crawled towards your face and kissed you harshly. Your teeth clinked together from how much power Zoro put into the kiss. You brought a hand down and lightly trailed down his chest, thumbing the large scar. The heated kiss was wonderful and nothing like what you had imagined kissing him would be like- his lips were slightly chapped with teeth indentations on his lips made for a rough surface, and his mouth tasted like the remains of sake. Your breath hitched as you felt the tip of his cock at your entrance. 

Zoro was in heaven. The fact you were in the bathroom, his secret sanctuary, a place where he would allow himself to feel and think freely, made his hands shake. His eye made contact with yours, a mixture of love, adoration, desire, and want mirrored in your eyes. He would never admit it to himself or let himself think about it too long, but you’re everything he needed, too, if not more. He knew in the depths of his mind that he would fight hell for you, would let you do or say anything to him, would allow you to take his own swords and slash it at his skin if it meant you were happy. 

His cock pushed into your plush pussy, his eye never breaking from your face, memorizing every little twitch and whine that would grace your features. A guttural groan fell from his lips as he sheathed himself in you, feeling the warmth and wetness squeezing him. Your hands gripped his back as his head fell between your head and shoulder, kissing and nipping at your skin as he muttered sweet nothings while pounding into you at a ruthless pace. The tip of his cock kissed your cervix, making you nearly scream out for him, your nails digging into his skin and dragging it down, leaving angry red marks he would be proud to show off later.

“Fu-fuck! You’re taking me perfectly…God..” His moans were almost louder than yours, proving how long he had been pining for you silently. 

“Zoro! Y-you feel so fucking amazing-mmm..” You continued to yell out his name as your legs wrapped around his waist in a tight grip, ensuring he couldn’t pull out of you until you were both spent. 

“Oh! Oh- fuck, need you right there, please, please, please!” You whined and writhed. His cock penetrated you in places you didn’t know would feel so amazing. You inhaled a sharp gasp as you felt yourself squeeze around him, the pleasure reaching an all-time high. Zoro was lost in you; the smell of your sex and hair, the whines and yelps, your nails and hands digging and wandering his chest and back was all too much. 

He sounded pathetic, whining and mewling your name. He was supposed to take care of you, but his cock gave a final twitch before he felt himself spill inside of you. A large groan escaped him, his eyes rolling up and his jaw wide open. His hands gripped your hip so tightly as he pushed his hips even further in you, needing to put every last drop of himself in you in some primal possessive way. You gave one final scream before you, too, released yourself on his cock, your juices spilling out around him made Zoro shiver. 

“Fuck…” Zoro heaved. He was stunned and breathless, his mind still reeling from how this wasn’t a dream. He looked down at you; your chest heaved with him, your face and chest flushed, and drool slightly dripped off the corner of your mouth. You had never looked more gorgeous. Zoro pulled himself out of you and watched his cum mixed with yours spill out of your hole, making his cock twitch, almost getting hard again. He gave a big huff of air before he flopped down next to you, an elbow propped his head up as he looked down at you with a smile. You turned your body to face him, a small smile across your face as you looked up at him and grazed a hand over his waist. 

Zoro felt a little apprehensive and awkward. Everything he had ever dreamed of was right here in front of him, but he didn’t know how to continue on after basically fucking you into the ground.

“So, uhh,” He cleared his throat, “... nice weather we’re having.” He gave you a crooked smile, teeth barely poking out from behind his lips. You gave a startled laugh as you buried your head into his chest, laughter, and happiness filling your being. You felt amazing. Being pleased and pleasured by Zoro after months of dancing around each other felt rejuvenating, and you felt like you could rule the world. 

“Heard there might be some strong winds today.” You tease as you push him back slightly and straddle his hips with a look of adoration that makes his heart skip multiple beats. Zoros's ears turned a little red at your actions. 

“Yeah?” He questioned with a big smirk. 

“Yeah… heard it might get a bit… rocky.” You smiled as you ended your sentence with a playful bite to his shoulder, causing him to jerk in surprise and grip your hair.

“Hey! What the hell ya doing biting me, huh?” Zoro said, almost defensively, but his eye betrayed his stoic look with amusement and playfulness glittering in it. 

“If you wanna bite something, go do it to someone else! I’m not your… plaything.” He said sternly, flipping you over and gently placing you on the floor. He frowned at you, but a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. You were the only one that could make him smile like that. 

“I bet you want me to be my plaything-” You teased but ended up yelping in surprise as his teeth gently met your shoulder and bit into your skin. Your hand slapped his back, a giggle escaping your lips. Before you could retort, a knock sounded from the door, making you both freeze, your hearts pounding rapidly as one.

“Are you two done in there? I’ve been holding my piss for an hour!” Yells Usopp from the closed door. You both grimaced and blushed slightly from the intrusion and the fact that probably everyone on the crew knew you were in there. 

“Hold your piss!” Yelled Zoro as he glared at the door from over his shoulder.

“This is a shared bathroom, ya know!” Retorted Usopp as he stomped away. Zoro looked back at you, his face neutral but his eye filled with attraction for you. His hand softly raised, and some hair was pushed behind your ear before he silently got up and offered you a hand. You groaned at the effort to get up but were met with rough, warm hands on your waist, making a shiver run down your spine. He gently pushed you closer as he led you to the shower. 

“But- but Zoro, we have been here long enough!” You stammered out as he turned the hot water on. Zoro knew that, but he wasn't ready to face the world. He wasn’t prepared to let you go out there where you will probably go in separate directions, and he will have to shove all his feelings for you back in that box. He wanted, no- needed, more time. More time in this shitty bathroom that smelled like Pinesol and soap where he allowed himself to feel. He gripped your waist tighter and pulled you under the water despite your small struggle and gasps of protest. He stared down at you, willing you to join him silently. He felt the familiar spray of water hitting his back, taking a deep breath and exhaling it on the top of your head. You gave in, sensing his change in demeanor, wrapped your hands around his waist, and rested your head against his chest, feeling his heart pound against your ear. Sounds of the crew waking up melted into the background as you both gripped each other, using this moment to just be in the moment. Zoro needed this. He felt his stonewall crack a little, his figurative box melting under the warmth of your body and the water. His hands gripped your waist a little tighter as he closed his eyes. Maybe he can find happiness after all.

[chickenjokey]

Satellite

Hi everyone, and welcome! ^-^

This is my very first post on Tumblr, annddd my very first fanfiction I have ever wrote! Please be kind (I am scared) and thank you for reading if you do! <3 This is very lightly edited, so I apologize for any inconsistencies/grammar/or OOC characters.

Description: It's a late night on the Sunny, and you can't stop thinking about that moss-head, Zoro. You sit below the stars as you replay the events of the day when you ask Zoro to train with you where you accidentally land on him, causing some feelings to arise.

18+ only!!

Content warning and brief description: sexual themes/smut at end, slight choking/loving!Zoro/ Dom!Zoro/ fem AFAB reader/ (Y/N) used

Word count: 8K

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It was a long night in the Thousands Sunny. You lay wide awake in bed, staring at the wooden ceiling. Your hair has become knotted and tangled from all the tossing and turning you have done to try and get comfortable, but to no avail. The soft hissing of the wind leaking into your room through tiny cracks and holes was always a calming sound, but tonight, it felt like the wind itself was laughing at you. You heaved an annoyed sigh as you could only imagine how late it was, and you would be exhausted if you didn’t sleep now.

The soft snores and breathing of Nami and Robin could just barely be heard over the sounds of the waves crashing onto the boat. It felt like your body was buzzing with energy despite using it all up to train today. But that’s where your mind is right now. That’s why you can’t sleep. You can’t close your eyes for more than a few seconds before your mind replays today's events. 

Your body sits up straight. You needed fresh air and to clear your mind. Slowly but surely, you unravel yourself from the tangle of your sheets and press your feet against the cool floor. It was definitely a wanted feeling; to feel a stark contrast of temperature against your body seemed to give you the motivation you needed to slip on your favorite slippers and slowly open the door. It seemed the door-squeaking gods were smiling upon you this night since the rusted handles didn’t complain loudly enough to wake either Nami or Robin. With a sigh of relief, you closed the door softly behind you and exited the main deck. You remember a few moments too late to bring a blanket or jacket as the nights can bring colder temperatures. Too late… you thought in despair as you wrapped your arms around your chest. Your thin night dress didn’t help an ounce to conceal the body heat that was pretty quickly being blown off of you by the salty wind. 

You made your way out to the open, where you could visibly see the stars twinkling their hello’s at you. You find a comfy seat and tuck your knees under you. Your head finds its home at the top of your spine, where you admire the beauty of the night sky. Feelings of peacefulness and wonder fill your chest, replacing the ocean air as it leaves your lungs.

You couldn't get enough of the night sky since you joined the Straw Hat Pirates on their adventures. You came from a heavily populated city, where light cascaded every dark corner. Growing up there, you never saw the sky at its full potential at night. On your first day aboard the Sunny, you couldn’t sit still as you watched the sun leave the horizon. The first few stars of the night were popping up one by one, then in tens, then in thousands, as the sun sank lower and lower. You have never seen such beauty. Luffy didn’t understand and was confused about why you looked up so much. He stood beside you, staring at your face, waiting for you to acknowledge him. Of course, he only stayed a few seconds before he tilted his head up, one hand on his straw hat to hold it on his head and one hand on his hip. His face was confused as he saw nothing out of the ordinary. 

“Hey (y/n), what are you looking at? It looks like you’re looking at something really cool. Can you see something I can’t? Whoa (y/n), do you have x-ray vision? That’s so cool. No wonder I can’t see it!”

 Before you could even open your mouth to cut Luffy off from his rambling, there was a loud THWACK sound and an annoyed groan from your captain.

“Heyyy, what did you do that for? I just found out our newest member has the coolest ability ever!” 

You looked down to see Luffy slightly crouched, his face framed by a huge frown and a big bump on the side of his head. Behind Luffy was Nami, her arms crossed over her chest. Her face was angled up, and her nose was high in the air.

“Ugh, you are such an idiot. Of course, (y/n) doesn’t have x-ray vision, Luffy. She was looking at the stars.”

“Huh? The stars? What about them?”

Luffy’s bewildered expression had only made you laugh harder. Your gaze then drifted to the others, who were watching the exchange with varying degrees of amusement. You could only hope they didn’t hear about Luffy’s accusation, but Usopp and Chopper clambered over to you before the prayer could reach heaven.

“Wow, x-ray vision! That must be so cool! I could see broken bones if I could do that!” Before you could interject Chopper, Usopp jumped onto the nearest chair and declared that he could take down any enemy that stood in our way with that ability.

“Guys! I don’t have X-ray vision! I don’t even know how Luffy correlated that to looking at the stars…” You ran your fingers through your hair and let out another laugh.

Chopper and Usopp looked crestfallen for a split second but immediately jumped back up to talk about everything they would do with X-ray vision. You looked back towards Nami, who looked like she was about to give Luffy another angry red bump to his face as she explained what stars were. Looking past them, you find Sanji mooning over Robin, who just said thank you to him as Sanji made her a cup of tea. His legs swooning left and right, his arms straight up in the air as he loudly proclaimed he would get her tea from across the world if he had to just for her. You glanced away to be met with Zoro’s gaze, who was looking at you in a silent challenge. 

You got along swimmingly with almost everyone but Zoro. Nami and Robin were already your closest friends there. Usopp is incredibly funny, even when he doesn’t think he is, and you feel very comfortable with the long-nosed man. Sanji almost pissed his pants when he found out another woman was joining. You like to say you are very good at reading emotions. You can usually tell what someone is feeling, from the slightest twitch of a lip to eyebrows furrowing to even just blinking. Looking into Zoro’s eyes, you feel a stone wall. His face is stoic, devoid of emotion. The only emotion he portrayed tonight was anger, as Sanji called him a moss-headed buffoon. You look over at Zoro once more. You didn’t feel intimidated by the frown he gave you; curiosity swelled inside you as you took him in. His large arms were crossed over his white shirt, his green hair a little messy from his small fight with Sanji, and his three swords glimmered in the moonlight against his side. You found yourself looking at him a little too much, so you turned back to Nami, pretending not to notice, but your thoughts remained with him. 

The swordsman's eyes did not sway away from you, and you noticed as you tried to give quick glances at him to see if he was still looking. Nami excused herself to bed after a minute of you just nodding and giving her a one-word response. This just left you and the swordsman. Was he going to come over to talk to you, you wondered? You brought yourself over to the railing and leaned on to it. Your hands rested against your cheeks as your elbows found small indents in the wooden railing to rest in. Your right leg twirled in front of your left leg as you once again looked out over the dark sky. You couldn’t hear the thumps of footsteps approaching you over the wind, so you jumped back with one hand over your heart and the other over your mouth as the green-haired man appeared next to you. While he was not expecting this reaction, he didn’t expect you to lose your footing after you jumped back from him. Your leg got caught trying but failing to unwind itself from your other leg before you felt yourself fall backward. Before your left arm could make contact with the railing to try and catch yourself before you ate shit in front of the one person you wanted to impress, strong warm hands grabbed both of your wrists. Your falling body froze in mid-air before it made contact with the ground. You look up to see a smirking Zoro with his hands wrapped around your wrists tightly. The moonlight was doing wonders that night. The soft white light cast the perfect shadows over his arm muscles, making them look like they were bulging out more than before. The wind pushed his shirt flat against his chest, making all his muscles and veins pop under the soft glow. A shaky breath left your mouth, and you had to blink several times to realize this was real life. You actually almost tripped and fell in front of Zoro- one of the most well-known swordsmen. And now he’s holding your wrists, looking at you with amusement. A few teeth were even peeking out from his now-growing smile. 

Red-hot embarrassment immediately made its way up to your face. You could feel your cheeks reddening and hoped the wind would cool it down before it was visible or dark enough to conceal. Before you could move up on your own, Zoro pulled your wrists down next to him so you stood up straight in front of him. You were now a few inches apart. You could feel your cheeks growing redder by the second as your wide eyes made contact with his.

“Better be careful there (y/n),” he said, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine. “Wouldn’t want you falling in and gettin’ wet.”

 He released you, smirking, before leaving you flustered and frozen in place.

Ever since that first day, you would catch Zoro looking at you with an unreadable expression. There were small instances where you would pass each other in the corridor where his fingers would brush against yours in the slightest touch, or his hand would lightly touch the small of your back if he were squeezing by you in the kitchen. It would be nothing to note if it didn’t feel like a single touch from him ignited a fire inside you.

An icy breeze brings you back to the present, the few months since joining the crew feeling both short and significant, and you couldn’t be more grateful to have met them. The delicious foods and drinks Sanji prepares each day, the sisterhood you have gained from Nami and Robin, and the unwavering loyalty of Franky, Usopp, and Chopper have filled you with a sense of contentment you have never felt before. But with Zoro, it feels like more. Maybe it’s one-sided, or you’re reading between the lines, but you and Zoro have had an unspoken friendship over the past few months. The thought of Zoro makes you recall your training session today. 

It was a slow and boring day aboard the Sunny. Some crew members were messing around or in the kitchen, hiding away from the blazing heat, waiting for Sanji to finish making lunch. You approached Zoro while he lifted the most enormous weight you have ever seen over his head with one arm. His shirt was off, which allowed you to take in his sizeable tan chest, crisscrossed with scars. Sweat was gliding down his back, arms, and chest, giving him a glossy appearance. You cleared your throat to present yourself. You were dressed pretty slimly, too. A sports bra and tight-fitting shorts in your favorite color. Zoro’s eyes met yours and gave you a once-over. His eyes left a fire trail down your body before resting back on your face. He did it slowly and with no shame, leaving you slightly embarrassed. 

“Hey, I just wanted to come to ask if you wanted to train? It’s a pretty slow day for me, but if you’re busy, it’s totally alright.” God, what was wrong with you? It was like you couldn’t even talk to the man anymore! You tried to suck up the awkwardness you felt by straightening yourself and meeting his eyes once more.

“Yeah, sure. Just give me a second.” He mumbled. 

“Yeah, no problem!” You shifted your weight, trying to ease the awkwardness. “I was actually wondering if you could train me on a little hand-to-hand combat?” 

He had put his weight to the side and tossed a dry towel over his body to clean off sweat. He walked up to you, and without tilting his head down to meet your gaze, he stared at you from down his nose and gave you a smirk.

“Hand-to-hand sounds fun,” he said, wiping sweat from his brow. “I’ve been needing to get into it more since I’m usually training with swords.” He lifted an arm to scratch his neck before finally looking at you entirely.

“Ya ready?” he asked. You nodded your head, a bead of sweat rolling down your temple. You both took your places a few feet apart and assumed the stance. He threw his hand first, which you easily blocked, and threw a right hook at his shoulder. He was quick to dodge, and your speeds evenly matched.

Zoro lunged first. You blocked and countered with a swift right hook. He dodged it with a quick arm block and threw a fist, aiming for your left shoulder. You sidestepped, hooked an arm around his neck, and twisted. He countered, pushing you down with surprising strength. You hit the deck, breath knocked out of you. 

Zoro pinned you, his grip firm on your wrists. For a moment, you locked eyes, his breath warm on your face. Taken by surprise, your brain turned to mush. Any and all of your training and fighting knowledge left your brain instantly. His legs were on either side of your body, and he used his weight to keep you down. You quickly regained thought and tried to hit a blow at his head and another at his chest to throw him off, but Zoro’s hold on your wrist was so tight it would surely leave bruises. 

Both of you were panting, chests rising and falling in unison to catch a breath. You met Zoro’s eyes defiantly, waiting for him to move off, but instead his head lowered closer to yours, his mouth coming right next to your ear. The only sounds you could hear were the clanking of his golden earrings and the small pants coming from his mouth. 

“I thought you were a pro?” He breathed. “ Show me what you got.” 

He lifted himself, but not without stopping briefly at your face and giving you a teasing look. Zoro let you go and assumed his position again. You were left a little flustered and confused on the ground. His words should have motivated you to really show him your skills, but you were unsure if you felt turned on instead. You glanced at Zoro again, heart pounding. Why did he always have this effect on you? Every brush of his fingers sent sparks up your spine. You had to get a grip. 

Steeling your nerves, you quickly hopped up. Zoro’s eyes lazily watched as a drop of sweat made its way down your chest. You charged at him with impressive speed and went in for a jab, aiming at his jaw. He pushed your jab out of the way and tried to grab you by the shoulder, but you were too quick and dodged it. You used a move you have been hiding up your sleeve by using your leg to offset Zoro and pushing him down. You were now the one on top, straddling his thick waist. His head hit the deck hard as the attack took him by surprise, and his hands instinctively took place on your waist. Zoro’s head was still resting against the floor, his chest heaving. You shamelessly let your eyes trail from his pointed jawline to his neck and then to his chest, where your hands now reside. 

“I win.” You smiled. “I took down the great swordsman Roronoa Zoro.” You said before trying to get up off of Zoro before it was too awkward, but firm hands held you down despite your efforts to get up.

“Huh- Zoro?” You looked at him questionably. His head slowly raised from the floor, and his piercing gaze met yours. His jaw was clenched, his nose flared, and his eyebrows furrowed. His eye was unreadable but still sent a jolt straight down to your core. His hands still had a vice grip on your waist, causing you to straighten up your back. Zoro let out a small groan as you shifted your body on top of him. His ear tips were flushed red, and his mouth was slightly open, still panting. 

“Zoro, are you okay? Is it too hot outside?” You looked up at the sky where the sun still let its unruly heat bear down. “Let me go get some water.” Before you could move, he damn near whimpered out a “No…” He cleared his throat and looked at you in a way you have never seen before. “I’m fine,” He sighed. “Just like this..” 

A light smirk rested on his lips while your wide eyes met his half-lidded ones. You looked down at the compromising position you have landed yourself in. Your legs were bent on either side of his waist, and you could pretty much feel him against your core. A shaky inhale made its way into your lungs. The feeling of him slightly hard against your cunt brought on an ocean of desire. 

“I- I’m sorry! I, um, didn’t realize! I’ll…. I’ll just…” You spouted with embarrassment as blush made its way across your whole body. You pressed your hands against his chest, using him as a way to get up. Thankfully, he let you get up by releasing his hold on your waist, which felt tingly and sensitive after his hold. Your hands trembled slightly as you stood up, trying to shake off the mixture of embarrassment and immense arousal you felt. Zoro followed suit, pushing himself up from the deck with ease. He rolled his shoulders, stretching his neck from side to side as if the entire encounter hadn’t even happened. 

"Good move," he said, his voice low and steady as he walked to you. He met your wide eyes with lust and amusement. “Thanks…” you whispered. 

You cleared your throat, trying to regain your composure. 

“I’m uh… gonna go shower..?” You said stiffly and awkwardly as you shuffled your feet and looked anywhere but Zoro’s eyes. His dark eye was staring at you with an intensity any woman would quiver under. Gathering your belongings, you quickly left to your room before he could say anything else. 

That night at dinner, you were physically there at the table, but your mind was in the clouds, thinking about Zoro and the interaction that had enfolded. Your eyes were trained on your nails as you anxiously picked at the cuticle. 

I hope things aren’t awkward between us but God… he looked amazing. Felt amazing, even. 

You couldn’t help but remember the feeling of straddling him. Your hands pressed up against his chest, feeling his heart beating rapidly. How your legs were stretched wide to encapture the sheer size of his waist… his glistening tan skin, and the warmth you felt of him against your core…

“(Y/N)!!!!” You felt a hand on your shoulder, causing you to jump, a hand flying up to your mouth to hide the squeak that left your mouth. You turn to see Nami with a scowl on her face glaring at you with concern in her brown eyes. 

“Is something wrong? I’ve been calling your name over and over, and you’ve been staring off into space with a weird look in your eyes!” She exasperated. “And you’re flushed!” She exclaimed with a huff as she put a hand on your forehead to test your temperature. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, Nami! I was just zoned out… thinking.” You muttered with embarrassment as you looked around the kitchen to see most of the crew was already sitting and looking at you with a concerned look. Well, except Luffy, who looked like he was shaking with impatience with his tongue rolling out of his mouth like a dog as he stared at the food on your plate. Your eyes met Robin’s piercing blue eyes, which looked like she just read you like a book and now knew your deepest darkest secret. She gave you a small smile and a nod towards the doorway. 

Your eyebrows furrowed in a question as you gave a slight glance at the entryway to see the beginning tufts of moss-colored hair. Your head snapped forward to the plate of food in front of you. Nothing could tear your gaze away from the plate of steaming food.

Not even the slow, heavy footsteps of boots coming closer to your chair. 

Not the beginning feelings of warmth radiating from a warm body on your back. 

And not even the breath of a warm exhale of breath that you felt on the top of your head. 

A calloused hand reached for the chair next to you, where Zoro took his slow time sitting down. His leg purposefully bumped into yours as a way for you to meet his piercing gaze, but you studied the small cracks and scratches on the plate.

“YAY! Now everyone is here!” yelled Luffy from the head of the table, his arms stretched excitedly towards Sanji. 

“SANJI- FOOD!” He slammed his utensils on the table in impatience. While Sanji yelled at him about table etiquette, the warmth of Zoro’s muscles pierced your clothes and into your skin.

Why did he sit next to me?? You screamed in your head. Anxiety started to worm its way into your stomach, causing your leg to bounce in stress. Unbeknownst to you, your leg bouncing was noticed by Zoro, who gave you a cautious look.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when a heavy, warm hand was presented on your thigh. You looked down to see a scarred, veiny hand on your upper leg, his thumb rubbing slowly circles. Your bouncing stopped immediately, followed by a soft gasp of your lips and the tightening of your chest. You almost felt relaxed by the notion, but you were so incredibly turned on by how enticing his hand looked on your bare leg, arousal overriding any other emotion.

“(Y/N), you going to eat, lovely?” Said a worried Sanji.

Zoro tsked. “Yeah, you better eat it all up,” he said aloud with a very obvious smirk, “before it gets too cold.” 

You gulped the pool of saliva collecting in your mouth at the hidden meaning behind Zoro’s words. You glanced at him to see him looking down at you with a hard look in his eye. His hand tightened around your leg, almost as a reminder that you need to answer before everyone gets suspicious. 

“Yeah! I am, don’t worry.” You said while taking a big forkful of the food and stuffing it in your mouth. Sanji gave a nod of approval before he dug in himself. 

Zoro’s hold on your leg lightened but still remained firm. His thumb still making those circles, moving up and around. 

Every mouthful you took felt like an hour passed before you could swallow. The feeling of Zoro next to you with his hand so close to your cunt had you closing your thighs, his fingers brushing the insides of your other thigh now. Zoro grunted as if the movement stunned him, but he recovered quickly with a drink of his sake. His hand started to slide up a little more, squeezing and feeling your thigh shamelessly under the table. All the while, you were a flustered, sweating mess. You stuffed the last few bites of food in your mouth, thanked Sanji for the delicious food again, and stood up. Zoro’s hand fell down inconspicuously next to him, almost like nothing happened in the first place. You quickly left the kitchen to your bedroom, the walk uncomfortable due to how soaked your panties were from your wetness. 

The night passed without a hitch, and now here you were, sitting under the comforting stars thinking about Zoro.

Zoro. Zoro. Zoro.

 It will always be him. 

You could never think of anyone else.

It was probably around 4 am right now. The breeze carried the smell of salt and fish. The memories in your head kept you warm, but now you were shivering, your fingers having a slight blue tint to them. Your bones creaked and popped with protest as you stood up, already feeling sore from the training you had today. 

You bid the stars a good night, and thank you for being the one constant in your chaotic life. You made your way to the kitchen, hoping a warm cup of tea would give you the warmth you need to return the natural red to your flesh and calm your thoughts enough to get you a few hours of sleep. Pushing open the kitchen door, you head straight towards Robin’s tea cabinet, where you keep your own stache of your favorite kind. 

“What in the hell are you doing up?” A deep voice behind you made you gasp and almost drop the teacup, spilling some hot water on yourself. 

“Holy shit, Zoro! You scared the hell out of me!” You gasped for breath. You held your tongue in pain as your nerves set off, warning that the water you dropped was currently giving you a fiery burn. “Shit!” you exclaimed. Heavy footfalls approached from behind you as you held your hand with a cold rag. His hand grabbed your slightly burnt hand.

“Didn’t mean to give you a fright.” He mumbled softly. Hearing Zoro speak softly calmed down any annoyance you had about your hand hurting in any way. In fact, the feeling of his rough hand against your soft flesh brought on a comfort you thought only stars could bring. Zoro wet the cloth and held it against your hand.

“You good?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. 

You stared at him, mouth agape like a fish out of water, as your mind was still processing what in the hell happened. 

“Yeah…I’m good.” You cleared your throat. “Just got burned a little, no biggie.” You smiled to show that you were alright. He gave your hand a squeeze before dropping it slowly with care. You looked at him and asked, “What are you doing in here so late?”

He shuffled his feet and looked at the ground.

“Kept waking up.” He replied almost sheepishly. Zoro gave you a once-over with his dark eye. Your night dress didn’t leave much to the imagination. Your nipples were evidently hard, lips slightly blue, and hair tousled from the cold wind outside. He visibly gulped, his pupils widening out to take you all in. 

His eye snapped to your face as you crossed your arms over your chest, unintentionally making your breasts spill out a little from the dress. 

“What are you doing here?” He asked almost sternly. 

You gave a small frown and a pout from his tone. He’s acting like he’s the only one that can be in this damn kitchen at this hour!

“I couldn’t sleep,” you said. “I sat outside for a bit, but it was freezing, so I came in for some tea to warm up.” You told him with indignation. 

“Oh yeah?” He shifted a little closer. “What kept you up?” Zoro asked cautiously. Almost like he wants to know the answer, but at the same time, doesn’t want to know. 

You flushed a little at the answer you know you can’t say. 

I can’t possibly say HE was the one keeping me up. Him and his stupid muscles and stupid eyes and hair and that stupid look on his face like he knows everything in the world! 

You pondered your answer for a little, but for Zoro, you were taking too long.

“Well?” He asked impatiently. He crossed his arms, almost flexing, and moved closer in front of you. Your cheeks were getting more flushed by the second. Quickly acting, you turned around back towards the tea cabinet to hide your glowing cheeks. But a strong hold on your wrist kept you from taking your first steps.

His footsteps grew closer and closer until you could feel the warmth of his chest against your back.

Your breath hitched.

“You gonna answer my question, (Y/N)?” His voice sounded right above your ear. Goosebumps rose along your neck, all the way down your arms, as his warm breath made contact with your skin. If you leaned back at all, your back would make contact with him. 

“Uhm..” Your voice cracked as you tried to rack your brain for any response at all.

“Hmm?” His hand was slowly making its way up your arm, fingers lightly brushing against your waist.

“I was… just thinking a lot.” You breathed out. His hand was now nearing your shoulder.

“Wanna tell me about what?” He replied in a deep voice. His hand was now fluttering along the back of your neck, making you tilt your head back a little bit. You gulped and prayed that he couldn’t feel the erratic heartbeat that was about to burst from the artery in your throat. With no reply from you, his fingers nestled into the groove of your neck and jaw. His thumb at the end of your jaw bone, and his fingers now below your chin tilted your head up even further. With nowhere else to look, you made eye contact with him.

His eye was a storm of emotions, his internal wall crumbling down at the sight of you melting in his hands. 

“I… I was thinking about today.” You whispered, afraid that if you talked, your voice would only crack some more. Zoro hummed in reply, urging you to continue. His other hand had now found its home on your waist, rubbing and squeezing your flesh. You gulped as you opened your mouth to continue. 

“About what happened” 

Zoro’s mouth twitched at the corner of his mouth. His gruff voice answered, “And what happened?” He wanted you to say it. Even if it took all night, he wanted you to tell him what he did to you.

With a few moments of silence, the hand on your waist moved to your stomach, his large fingers splayed out. You gasped in surprise at the feeling since you were still looking up into Zoro’s eyes. You were so pathetic in his hands. Your eyes were basically looking at him like a deer in headlights.

“We practiced… and I landed on you,” You pushed out in a somewhat shaky voice. His hand on your stomach started to move lower. 

“Yeah, you did,” he said teasingly but in his gruff voice. “Did you like practicing?” He asked.

His hold on your jaw and chin tightened slightly, and the hand on your stomach paused. Your face was flushed red, and your mouth was open, letting out small pants. 

“Yes…” You whispered. The hand on the stomach was moving up, now over your ribs.

“Keep talking,” Zoro ordered. His hand was now underneath your breast. You couldn’t help but clench your thighs together, feeling the wetness coat your thighs as you didn’t have panties on. 

“I liked it… feeling you,” You murmured. 

Zoro exhaled out a groan. His hand rewarded your answer by softly grabbing the bottom of your breast. 

“(Y/N)... You don’t know what you do to me.” He spoke into your ear, his head resting against yours. You leaned back, wanting to feel all of him. 

A gasp escaped your lips as your back made contact with his muscular chest. Your ass could feel the tip of his hard cock pushing up against his pants. 

“What do I do to you?” you asked softly. His nose was pressed into the side of your head, inhaling the scent of the perfume you used during the day and the shampoo you applied during the shower. 

Zoro groaned again. He let your chin go, now aiming for your stomach to push your bottom back lightly. His other hand was now fully grabbing your breast, but still cautiously, as if he was waiting for the moment when you would snap and tell him to back away. Your bottom made full contact with his erect cock. A shaky inhale moved through your lips as you felt his impressive length press up against you. 

“(Y/N)... I can show you what you do to me,” He said shakily. “If I show you, I won’t be able to stop.” 

Time stood still as his words made a direct impact on your sopping cunt. 

“Zoro…” You moaned out. “I… I need you.” You declared. 

His hands stopped squeezing and feeling your flesh, not yet touching you in the places you need him the most. He turned you around to face him. 

Zoro looked beautiful. His eye was half-lidded, mouth glistening with saliva from when he would wet his lips, and his ears were tipped with red- his own blush. 

His hands met your waist, pulling you close so you just feel his erection, but not so close to where you can’t see his whole face. 

“Are you sure?” He breathed. “I won’t be able to turn back if we do this. There is no way in hell I can move on after I fuck you.”

Your pussy clenched around nothing at the declaration of words finalized in the air. You met his steady gaze. Adoration, lust, and fear clouded his gaze.

"Zoro.." You swallowed. "Yes, I need you," your hands gripped his shirt. "I can't stop thinking about you. Your face, your hair, your voice, and how god damn hot you look without a shirt." You took steady breaths in and out at your confession, worried you took it a step further than you intended to.

Zoro's breath got stuck in his throat. His hands gripped yours, which were taking handfuls of his shirt. The silence from Zoro made you panic.

"It's not just today. It's every day." You clenched your eyes shut, scared to see disgust in his eyes. "I really like you, Zoro. I have for awhile and it's okay if you don't feel the same, really, I wouldn't- mmh!"

Zoro's lips crashed into yours at impeccable speed, almost knocking your head back, but his hand caught the back of your head. His other hand held the small of your back, pushing you closer to him. Your hands instinctively took place on his shoulder and his head, gripping his hair. After a few seconds, Zoro pulled away slightly, lips plump from the rough kissing.

"Do you ever stop talking, woman?" He murmured softly with a soft smile. His hand went to your ass, making you gasp.

"I've had my eyes on you since day one." He whispered against your lips. "I can't stop thinking about you, either. Your laugh, your smile, your stupid jokes." He gave your lips a small peck before he kissed the corner of your mouth, making his way down your jaw and to your throat. You gripped his hair, pushing him closer to your skin, savoring the feeling of his open mouth kisses against your most sensitive places along your throat.

"Zoro..." You moaned softly. His grip on your head and ass tightening as you moaned his name.

In between kisses, he kept telling you all the things he couldn't get off his mind. Your hair, your body, your hands, your beautiful face.

"I can't wait another day. I need you." He moaned as his lips were nearing your collar bone.

"Take me, then. Please..." You had no strand of self-respect in you to not plead. His lips felt like fire against you. A fire you couldn't put out. A fire you craved oh so dearly.

Zoro moaned in response. He pushed you back against the counter, his right hand found home on your breast, and his left on the back on your thigh. You threw your head back as his kisses made his way down to your breast that was being held by his veiny hand. Your hand gripped and pulled at his green strands, making him groan in response. His knee slotted between your thighs, making you mewl out at the first contact your wet cunt has been given.

Zoro pushed down the straps to your dress, making your tits pop out. His head rose from your chest, backing away to take in your whole chest.

"Shit, (Y/N)." His hand made contact with your bare flesh. Fingers nimbly taking your hard nipple in his fingers and rolling it around. You gripped his arm, feeling his muscles against your flesh. One of your hands made his way to his chest, wanting- no- needing to touch him. While Zoro's hand was preoccupied with one nipple, he took the other in his mouth, lips wrapped around your most sensitive area.

"Mmm, Zoro." You ran your nails up his chest and down his back. "I need... I need you." You couldn't help but whimper out. You pathetically started to grind on his knee, needing some sort of relief. He removed his hand from your breast and held your hips still. You were helplessly moaning out his name, pleading for him to pleasure you more. His lips left your nipple with a pop as he looked at you with an almost drunk expression.

"You that desperate, huh? That needy?" He moved his leg away from your cunt, causing you to wine out. Even if his hand stopped you from moving, you still felt relieved. He pushed his clothed cock against your dress, slowly grinding. You hissed out in pleasure, hands making way to his back, lifting his shirt off. He swiftly took it off, then looked into your eyes for permission to remove your dress. You nodded, needing him more than the Earth needs the Sun. Cold air rushed around your body as Zoro discarded the piece of clothing. He slammed his lips into yours in a heated make-out session. His tongue licked your lips, wanting permission to enter. Your hands made way to his pants, finding his hard cock pressing through his pants.

He groaned out against your lips, rutting against your hand. His calloused hands made work with your nipples, then down to your cunt where he explored your clit.

You gasped out in pleasure and moaned out, "Please, Zoro! Just need you!" Your nails clawed at his pants, tearing them open. Thick fingers made their way to your opening, feeling and slightly pushing in. Zoro was teasing you; he loved the way you cried out his name and begged him to touch you. One hand made its way to your chin, where he held your throat, more tightly this time. His head lowered next to your ears as your soft hands finally unzipped his pants, and gripped him through his boxers. He groaned in your ear, wanting you to hear what you were doing to him.

"Ya see? You see what you doin' to me?" He was basically panting in your ear. Months of pent-up sexual frustrations held back by his own fears of being rejected by you. You whimpered a response, trying to focus on getting him out of his boxers while his fingers stuffed you full.

"Shit, you're so wet. Is this what I do to you, hmm?" He held your throat a little tighter, needing an answer quickly before he burst.

"Y-Yes! Yes, Zoro!" His fingers curled upwards, finding the soft spot that would pleasure you the most.

"So many nights," he moaned as your hands grabbed him in full, rubbing his length up and down. "Shit, so many fucking nights- where I jerked off to you - mmm" His mouth was on your shoulder, leaving kisses and small bites. "I've been needing you. You're all I fucking need, do you hear me?" He bit down on your shoulder, making you cry out, "Yes! Yes! Me- me, too." You moaned out a little louder than you expected, not wanting to wake anyone. "Fuck- Zoro, please..." You whined in his ear.

He pulled away from you abruptly. His chest was flushed pink, his lips slightly bruised from the rough kisses, and his pupil blown out after seeing you fully naked.

"I could cum right now just looking at you," he heaved. "You're so fucking pretty- come here."

You straightened your shaky legs. Wetness dripping out of your pussy, coating your thighs and some of the floor. Zoro grabbed a blanket that was left on one of the chairs. You couldn't remember who it belonged to, your brain too wired out to think about anything other than the man you have been pining for for the last few months. He laid the blanket down on the floor.

"I know it's not romantic," He said, "But we're already naked, and I can't wait even an hour longer for you." He breathed out. You lay down on the blanket on the kitchen floor. Your breath labored, and your mind was overwhelmed by Zoro. His smell, a little sweat, alcohol, and cheap cologne surrounded you. You have indeed entered heaven.

Zoro held himself over you. The tip of his cock was dripping pre-cum and turning red from lack of attention. His earrings clanked as he leaned down to kiss you softly. You melted, feeling the tenderness and care behind the kiss. He rested on one elbow and knees as one hand rubbed you all over, taking you in inch-by-inch.

"I wanted to see your face." Zoro groaned out as his cock rubbed between your folds, gathering your wetness along his length. You hummed out a question, asking what he meant. Your legs wrapped around his waist, your hips gyrating on his cock, too impatient to wait for him. Zoro moaned, "The first time," he looked down at your body and his cock about to enter you. "Shit- I want to see your face when we do this for the first time. I needa see your face as I pleasure you. Needa hear you."

"Zoro, please. I'm ready- fuck, I need you. Need you so bad," you whined. Your hands tried pulling him closer, trying to do anything for him to fill you up. Zoro moved closer, inching his cock into your pussy, bit-by-bit.

You both gasped and groaned in unison at the new-found feeling. Zoro was thick and long, using up every space you could give. Your hand found his back, digging your nails in while the other gripped his hair, pulling it down for a kiss. He kissed you passionately as he bottomed out inside of you.

"(Y/N)... you're going to make me cum you're so tight." He groaned out. You whined in response, needing him to fuck you into the ground.

Zoro started moving his hips, slowly at first, but then started to pick up the speed.

"Oh- oh my God!" The pleasure you were being granted was nothing compared to what your fingers could do. Zoro was a mess, groaning and biting at your shoulder and neck and kissing your lips. Slapping wet sounds reverberated throughout the kitchen, along with your moans and Zoro's grunts.

Zoro shifted his hips, using one hand to paw at your breast, the other holding your head close to him. You saw stars at the new spot Zoro was hitting you at repeatedly. You squealed and cried until you felt Zoro's hand slap against your mouth.

"(Y/N)- mm- you're gonna wake up the whole damn crew." He told you.

You couldn't help it. The feeling of his rough hands gliding down your stomach, across your tits, and down to your clit brought on euphoria. You were yelling Zoro's name over and over behind his hand, but it came out muffled.

Zoro was trying so hard not to cum in the first few minutes of fucking you, wanting to make sure you cum first. Sweat rolled down his temple, absolutely losing it at the sound of you whining underneath him with his cock buried in you. Just the sound of you calling his name made him keep pumping his cock in and out of you.

"Sh-Shit!" Zoro groaned. He rubbed your clit faster and beat your pussy at a speed that took away all the air in your lungs. He needed you to cum with him. Otherwise, he won't feel like he deserves to be on top of you. He removed his hand from your mouth, wanting to hear you call to him a few more times.

"Zoro, Zoro! I-I-I'm gonna cum," you groaned, trying so hard not to yell.

"Cum with me. Do it." He demanded. Just like that, your legs convulsed, and your toes curled in, feeling like a star had exploded inside of you. Zoro pulled out quickly and shot cum all over your stomach and chest. He groaned out your name, his eyes trained on you and your body as he gave his cock a few more pumps.

You both were out of breath as Zoro collapsed next to you briefly before jumping up and grabbing some napkins. He carefully wiped away his cum from your stomach, making sure to get it all cleaned up. Your mind was blank. You were completely fucked out and unaware of your surroundings until you felt yourself being lifted. Zoro had wrapped the blanket around you, his clothes back on, and was lifting you on to the table.

"You okay?" He asked with a nod and a concerned looked at your flushed and sweaty face.

"Oh yea... more than okay." You huffed out, exhaustion finally claiming you. He gave you a small smile and tucked some hair behind your ear. He grabbed your dress from the floor, and helped you put it on, then rewrapped you in the blanket. You tried standing, but almost fell to the floor immediately from shaky legs.

"I got ya'," whispered Zoro into your hair. He lifted you up in your arms, and he brought you outside. It was still dark, but on the horizon, you could see the sun ever so slightly begin to rise. He sat you down on one of the outside couches where he sat next to you. You leaned your head on his shoulder, your hand finding his. Zoro brought your hand to his lips and kissed your knuckles, making you blush.

"Thank you," you said softly to the swordsman.

Zoro said nothing, and you glanced up to see his eye closed, your hands clasped together on his chest. You smiled at him and rested your head back on his shoulder.

The stars were still out, twinkling happily at you. Happiness and peace moved through your body. The stars were the one constant you always looked up to in your life, but now, hopefully, you have one more thing to look up to. A stubborn swordsman that would lay down his life for you. A grumbly green-haired man you would have never thought would be holding your hand in a million years. Maybe, just maybe, he can be your constant- your new star.