all shook up (zoro x afab!reader nsfw)
zoro knows exactly what buttons to push to get you where he wants you. reader is an artist, franky built her a studio on the sunny!
fem afab!reader, mdni, 18+, wc: 1.2k masterlist
Tiny wisps of white gently drifted through the bright midday sky; today was a peaceful, beautiful day to be at sea. However, you found yourself cooped up in your small studio after lunch, determined to place the finishing brushstrokes on a painting you were finishing of Chopper at work mixing medicines. Zoro had joined you, sitting on the couch in the corner, watching you while he sharpened his swords. You’re so entranced by the process, lost in your mind, that you don’t notice him stand up and walk behind you.
“Fix your posture.” he whispers in your ear, running his index finger along the back of your spine. Completely snapped out of your focus, your back snaps upright, and Zoro smirks at the way your blood rushes to your cheeks.
“Much better.” he says, making his way back to the couch and returning to sharpening one of his swords. The look on his face is increasingly more smug each time he catches you glancing over at him in between brushstrokes, and it becomes nearly impossible to concentrate on anything besides the growing heat spreading through your body.
Allowing your mind to drift and fantasize, you can almost feel him pressed up against you, mouth on your neck as it had been so many times before. The rhythmic metallic scrape of his blade against the sharpening stone only reminded you of his slow, deep thrusts, that left you feeling dizzy. The bottom of his shirt was riding up, exposing part of his midriff—it hadn’t been the last time you looked. He was working you up on purpose, and it drove you nuts that it took so little to completely unravel you.
When he finally sheathes his sword and sets it to the side, leaning back into the couch with his hands behind his head, you set your brush down.
“Been looking at it too long. Think I need a break.” you say with a deep exhale, turning to face him. The satisfied grin on his face lets you know he sees your neediness written all over your face, despite your attempts to not seem so desperate for him.
“C’mere then, pretty girl.” he says, patting his thigh. You lock the door, and take his invitation, straddling him and pressing kisses to his jawline, starting outward and slowly moving towards his neck.
“You’re a tease, Zoro.” you mumble in his ear, kissing and nipping the skin on his neck, salty and sweaty from his training session earlier than morning, “Sitting here and showing me your slutty little waist—” Gasping, your words are cut off by the rolling of his hips into yours.
“Slutty little waist?” he asks, amused, “What do you call this then, huh?” he says, squeezing the bare, exposed skin of your sides, before letting his hands drift further down to your hips. You moan softly against his neck as his calloused fingers dip below the waistband of your harem pants and grab your ass.
“You’re the one running around in these pants that you know drive me nuts. Shame they’re gonna have to come off.” he says, voice husky with lust as one of his hands reaches to tease your clothed slit through your panties, breath hitching as he feels how soaked they are.
“Please, Zoro…” you whine, craving the feeling of his fingers inside you and squirming against his touch.
“You fall apart for me so easily, pretty girl—" he muses as he slides his hand down your panties and slips two fingers inside, eliciting a needy moan from you, “—not that I’m complaining.”
Needy beyond comprehension, you whine as he starts to curl his fingers inside of you. Already lightheaded, you’re drowning, suffocating in a haze of pleasure. He smirks at the wanting, dirty moans and gasps you let out as you soak his fingers, hips squirming under his touch. Eager for more of him, you grab the side of his face and pull his lips onto yours. He continues the slow thrusts and curls of his fingers as his tongue melts into yours, leaving your senses messy, clouded, and unaware of where your body stopped and his began.
When he breaks the kiss to admire how much of a wreck he’s turned you into, face red, eyes darkened and pupils blown, the wanting sigh you let out makes his cock twitch.
“Lemme ride you—” you try to say, but it comes out a mangled mess, unable to focus as his fingers stroke your sweet spot.
“What’s that?” he asks slyly, knowing damn well what you were trying to say, but wanting to get it out of you again.
“I wanna ride you, Zoro—" you plead, gasping at another deep pump of his fingers. He smirks as he withdraws them completely and squeezes your thigh.
“Hop on then, lil’ demon.”
He marvels at how fast you’re out of your clothes as he springs his cock free; the fabric pooling at your feet is quickly abandoned as you straddle him and grind your naked core against him. The strangled moan you let out when he slides into you is muffled as he smashes his lips against yours. Overwhelmed by need, your hips grind into him, head feeling dizzy as your clit rubs against him.
“You’re so hot when you’re needy like this.” Zoro mumbles against your lips as he grabs onto your hips and pulls them closer, increasing the friction on your clit as you grind against him. Your response is incoherent and fades into the choir of other lewd sounds that fall off your lips and onto his. Zoro finds this entertaining, and a muffled chuckle vibrates against your mouth.
“Having fun?” he whispers, pulling away from your lips; a string of saliva still connecting your mouths together.
“Mmhmm—” you hum, too clouded in pleasure to form anything resembling words.
“Good, because you’re not going anywhere until you come all over my cock.” he growls in your ear.
His words send tingles straight to your core and your hips begin to snap against him erratically. He groans as the grip on your hip tightens, nearly sending you over the edge as your clit rolls against him just right. You bury your head into the crook of his neck and pick up the pace, letting out a whine as you get impossibly close. Delirium overtakes you and you feel weightless when you finally come hard, walls fluttering around his cock.
“Fuck—” Zoro gasps, his thrusts deepening as you go limp in his arms. Electricity buzzes in your cheeks as he grips your waist and fucks you hard, desperate to feel every last bit of your orgasm and its aftershocks around him. He was the one losing his mind now, more drunk on the feeling of being inside of you than he could ever be on sake.
“Gonna cum…” he rasps as he grabs the back of your neck and deepens his thrusts even more, speeding up until he finally spills into you, leaving both of you panting and shaking. You both stay there a moment, enjoying the gentle afterglow of the moment and pressing soft absentminded kisses wherever you could reach, before finally emerging from the haze of lust.
“How’s that for a break?” he teases as you both clean up.
“Feeling better now.” you smile. “Might need a nap now, though.”
“Me too. C’mere, pretty girl.” he says, laying down on the couch and pulling a blanket over the two of you.
“Love you Zoro.” you mumble into his chest with a yawn as he snuggles you close, entangling your limbs together.
“Love you more.” he says, kissing your forehead as you both succumb to the comfort of each other’s arms.
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