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silentsamlikesham · 6 months

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Happy Birthday Zoro!!

I was meant to write several short fics today and instead I accidentally wrote this...enjoy!!

N.B: In Japan a birthday is generally spent with a significant other and you meet your friends/family on a day close to it (according to the Internet, I'm not Japanese). I used that idea in this fic for some miss communication! So yeah keep that idea in mind!

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A seagull flies tiredly towards the sight of land. It had taken weeks to fly this far into the Grand Line, its important letter pressed safely to it’s chest. It’d been paid handsomely for the journey. The two buffoon humans had given it very clear instructions to deliver the letter on this date exactly.

The bird’s sharp eyes scan the docks as the bird approaches closer to a large portside town. It spots the Jolly Rodger it’s been looking for and swoops to the deck, delighted to have a moment to rest its wings.

The deck is empty, much to the bird’s annoyance. It spots an open barrel of clear water though, and flaps over to it, drinking hungrily from it.

“Oi, bird.” Its eyes flick to a blonde-haired human stalking towards it. It pulls its beak from the barrel, happily sighing after hours of seeing only the seawater beneath it. “That’s for us, is it?”

It presses its chest forward, letting the human unclasp the string on the pouch and pull out the letter tucked inside.

“Eh? This isn’t the paper.” The curly eyebrows on the human’s face furrow as he inspects the envelope.

Sanji does his best to read the smudged name on the front, but the characters have bled together too much to discern it.

“This definitely for us?” The bird stares at him before pointing its beak at the Jolly Rodger above them. Before Sanji could ask how much they owe the bird, it takes off, clearly satisfied with its job.

“Weird.” The cook mutters to himself as he returns to the galley. He’d been enjoying the peace of organising the pantry after they’d restocked it yesterday. Everyone was off the ship except for Franky who was up in the crow’s nest on watch. He must be tinkering with something though, seeing as he didn’t notice the messenger bird himself.

The rest of the crew had disembarked to explore the island. Last Sanji had seen them most of the crew had been heading to the centre of the town to explore. Except for the mosshead that Sanji had watched head the opposite direction, inevitably in the middle of getting lost.

Sanji grabs a small knife from one of galley’s drawers and neatly cuts the top of the envelope open. A small piece of paper rests inside along with some berri. Sanji lets the money tumble onto the counter, now even more confused.

The slip of parchment is in much better shape than the envelope, but the handwriting is almost just as bad. The writer clearly didn’t have much experience in writing, but Sanji manages to read through it. His eyebrows raise as he takes in the words, slowly realising it’s meant for a certain green-headed idiot. It’s signed off by the two bounty hunters Sanji had met at Arlong Park, old friends of the Marimo.

They’re wishing him a happy birthday, the date on the letter matching perfectly with the day itself. They must have sent it some time in advance for a seagull to get all the way here to them.

It was the idiots birthday? He hadn’t said a damn word about it to them. He knew Sanji always cooked the crewmate’s favourite dish and dessert for the day. Nami probably would have given him extra money for a nice drink too, knowing how kind and wonderful the woman is.

Sanji lights the cigarette hanging from his lips. Unless the moron didn’t want them to know. It’d be just like him to see something like a birthday as unimportant or being embarrassed by the attention. He shifts his weight from foot to foot as he takes a few drags, reading the warm message sent by the bounty hunters, telling him to buy a drink on them with the berri enclosed. Clearly, he had told them about the day, had celebrated it at least once before with them.

Sanji slams his fist angrily on the counter, not quite sure where the emotion comes from, but screw the Marimo. He isn’t getting out of celebrating his birthday just because he thinks it’s above him. He’s sorely mistaken if he thinks he’ll avoid Sanji’s wrath when it comes to making a birthday dinner.

With his resolve solidified, Sanji begins piecing the ingredients together. He doesn’t realise it until he’s an hour into crafting the food, but he’s only making enough for two people. Well, he must go find the idiot. There’s no way Sanji will get the crew altogether at this point, and Zoro doesn’t have a chance of being back before midnight if he’s gone off on his own. As it stands, Sanji will be lucky to find him before nightfall.

He packs the meal into a basket when it’s ready, carefully packing it so nothing will be smushed or ruined. He briefly thinks of bringing two glasses with him but decides to just pack a bottle of sake and wine, the oaf will happily swig from the bottles anyways.

He calls up to Franky when he finally disembarks, the sky is coloured pink behind the crow’s nest, and Sanji feels a tension inside him to hurry up. The engineer hollers a goodbye as he leaves, making his way down the same route the swordsman had gone hours before. There’s deep sand on most of the route, and Sanji can make out the fake indent of the only pair of footsteps that have taken the path today.

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He finds the swordsman just as it’s getting dark enough that Sanji’s cigarette is becoming a guide of sorts, helping him from tripping over rocks and roots. The Marimo is swinging his swords around, cutting lightly into the bark of trees as his body twists and his legs seem to float beneath him.

For everything that Sanji hates about the other, he’s a beautiful fighter. There’s a grace to his power, a purpose to his strength and an elegance to his footwork. Sanji watches him for a moment, almost forgetting about his reason for showing up.

He’s soon brought back to the moment as Zoro catches sight of him in the corner of his vision. Of course, the idiot turns in his surprise and lunges forward, expecting the worst. Sanji easily kicks him out of his course to skewer the blonde. The mosshead isn’t expecting the kick and the darkness briefly confuses him as he stops his motion against a tree, coughing as the impact of the kick rattles his ribcage.

“Oi, what the fuck dart-brows?” He’s glaring at Sanji now, his pupils holding a glint from the flame of the cigarette. “Only way to land a hit is to sneak up on me?”

Sanji bites clean through his filter, letting his cigarette fall to the ground.

“Maybe if your reactions weren’t as slow as a door, then you could have blocked it.”

“Eh? You want to say that to me again?” Zoro’s voice is dangerous as he marches forwards.

He’s been training for hours, trying to work on quicker footwork rather than brute force. He’s tired, but also itching for a proper fight. He lunges at the cook, only being stopped as the blunt side of his katanas are blocked by a leg catching them in an X.

Sanji barely moves an itch at the impact, one of his hands in his pocket, his body somehow almost perfectly upright despite the angle of the kick. Zoro will never understand how a man can be so flexible.

“Watch it, idiot. If any of this goes to waste, I’ll kill you.” Zoro’s eye flick down to where Sanji briefly looks, only now noticing the basket handle he’s clutching.

“What is it?” Zoro leans back, his swords falling by his side as he studies the woven basket. It’s one the cook usually brings onto an island for lunch when they eat out on the sand. Maybe he’s doing the rounds on the crew.

“Food, so put your swords away and wash your hands over there.” Sanji motions to a nearby stream, his nose wrinkling at the sight of how sweat covered Zoro is. The swordsman listens for once, rolling his eyes as he heads over to it. He’d argue more but suddenly his rumbling stomach is reminding him that he hasn’t eaten anything since breakfast. He can always beat the cook’s face into the ground afterwards.

He uses the jumper he’d thrown off earlier to dry his face and hands after washing in the stream, and by the time he returns he’s met with quite the surprise. Sanji has sat himself down on a picnic blanket, he’s fussing over the layout of some rice balls on a plate. Rice balls, Zoro’s favourite thing to eat. Beside them is several plates of Zoro’s favourites food, most of them dishes he’d grown up eating. A nice bottle of Sake rests beside the empty side of the blanket, Sanji having a bottle of wine resting against his hip. Zoro feels like he’s accidentally walked into an alternative universe, maybe the forest is haunted, or this is some devil users influence.

“What the fuck, cook?” He stands over Sanji, his arms crossed as he deliberates unsheathing a sword or not.

“What?” Sanji growls, staring up at him with his one uncovered eye. “You got a problem, Mosshead?”

Zoro squats down, getting close to Sanji’s face, studying the familiar bump of his nose, the curve of his brows, the sweep of his hair. Sanji freezes, finally looking as confused as Zoro.

“You look like, Curley. Did you bang your head or something?” Zoro leans back on his heels.

Sanji is reeling, his lips still tingling from the tickle of breath that had ghosted over them when Zoro had spoken so close to him. He’s used to feeling breathless when they get that close, used to feeling a flush on his neck and a tightening in his gut, but usually it’s because he’s pissed off and about to unleash his best attacks. This isn’t that.

“Wha-What are you talking about?” Sanji shakes his head, trying to clear it.

“This.” Zoro waves at the blanket. “Why the fuck did you make all this? This is- well this is all stuff I like. You make this for the whole crew?”

Sanji breathes out a sigh of relief. Of course, the idiot is confused.

“I do this for everyone’s birthday, moron. Even yours.” He lights himself another cigarette, so he doesn’t have to look at Zoro’s reaction.

Zoro stares at Sanji for a long uncomfortable silence. The cook made all this for him? He came out here with it prepared for just the two of them to enjoy together? Not the whole crew, not like usual, not really. This is different. He’s treating Zoro differently. He’s planned this for just the two of them…on Zoro’s birthday…

Zoro sits the other side of the plates, grabbing a rice ball and taking a bite out of it. As always, it tastes annoyingly good. Every flavour and texture exactly how Zoro likes it, the weirdo having studied him for the months they’ve been travelling together. Hold on-

“How did you know it was my birthday?”

Sanji can feel the tick of annoyance on the back of his head. Of course, instead of giving any sign of enjoying the food or a compliment, the brute has to be suspicious. Instead of replying, Sanji grabs the slip of paper out of the inner pocket of his blazer and passes it over to Zoro, grabbing a rice ball for himself as his hand passes back over the picnic. He’s hungry too.

Zoro reads it while loudly chewing on another mouthful of food. Sanji tries to ignore how disgusting it is by studying the expression on Zoro’s face. The mosshead must feel him watching because he keeps his expression schooled, although his lips still perk up in the corners. He laughs a bit as he tucks it into his pocket.

Zoro doesn’t say anything more about it. The two eat in silence for a while, Zoro making his way through the sake at a scary pace, before pawing at Sanji for some of his wine too. The cook allows him, for once, given it is his birthday. But when the sound of eating starts to die down, he can’t help but ask the question that’s been eating at him ever since he opened the letter.

“Why didn’t you tell anyone it’s your birthday?”

Zoro wipes the back of his hand over his mouth, wiping away the dribble of red wine from his lips. He’s messy about it though and his bottom lip still glistens a bit, the shine only lit by the moonlight that was breaking through the trees above them, and the one candle Sanji had lit so they could see what they were grabbing.

“I didn’t think it was a big deal.” Zoro shrugs, eating the last of the fish to clean the final dish. “Plus, I didn’t want one of your shitty cakes.”

“Excuse me?” Sanji is genuinely floored by the comment. How dare the green haired idiot-

“They’re too sweet.” Zoro complains, playing with the hilt of his sword instead of saying it to Sanji’s face.

“No, you just hate sweet things.” Sanji huffs, putting some plates away in case he needs to lunge at the green-haired idiot to strangle him.

“And I wouldn’t make one for your birthday anyways, Marimo. I wouldn’t be the future pirate king’s cook if I was that bad at reading my crewmates tastes.”

Sanji feels his cheeks heat up as Zoro turns to him with a studying look, suddenly intrigued, or maybe impressed.

“Although now I don’t think you deserve the dessert I did make.” Sanji folds his arms, not quite over the earlier insult.

Zoro ignores the pout and reaches into the basket instead, Sanji watches him out of the corner of his eye. He can’t explain to himself why he’s suddenly so nervous about what Zoro will think of his choice of Birthday dessert.

The swordsman pulls out a small tub of one of the few desserts he genuinely enjoys, one that he remembers eating every summer at the dojo, passing them out between his classmates. He picks up one of the warabi mochi like it’s delicate, like he might crush it before it makes it to his mouth. Sanji had only made the dessert once, and Zoro had complained about some aspects of it. He thought the cook would never bother to try it again.

This time, it’s perfect. An honest moan leaves Zoro’s mouth as he swallows, his tongue licking at some of the filling that was left on his lips. Sanji feels his whole face flush red at the sight. His heart is drumming in his chest now, his eyes flicking between Zoro’s eyes and his lips. He watches his Adam’s apple as he swallows the first piece.

Sanji’s mouth dries up, his palms suddenly clammy. Zoro has never reacted so openly to anything Sanji has made for him. It unsettles him, it leaves him feeling warm and clumsy. He throws the bud of his smoked cigarette away and finds his fingers are shaking.

“You made this today, just for my birthday?” Zoro’s voice is soft, a foreign tone to Sanji’s ears.

“Obviously, idiot.” Sanji looks away then, he can’t look weak. He can’t let the mosshead realise how sick he suddenly feels. He wants to run away, to forget that Zoro can be soft, that the two of them can sit like this.

He hears Zoro moving, can feel him getting closer on the blanket. But he doesn’t say a word. When Sanji turns his head to see what the fuck is going on, he feels Zoro’s hand as it grasps the back of his head. He stares at Zoro’s closed eyes as their lips meet.

Sanji is pretty sure his heart stops. He feels winded as rough lips kiss him softly, as Zoro’s grip on the back of his neck is light, nothing like the way they usually grab one another. His lips taste like the syrup drizzled on the mochi and Sanji’s chef brain registers how it interacts with the dessert wine he’d brought with him, unintentionally matching the two so they form the perfect taste between their lips.

Sanji is breathless, his stomach now feeling like its own oven as a fire ignites. He can feel blood rushing south, his body reacting in a split second to something he hasn’t had since he left the Baratie, something he hasn’t had time to have.

He’s enjoying it, getting lost in the other body that draws itself closer to him. It’s only when Sanji’s eyes flutter closed, when his lips match the rhythm of the ones against them, that his brain catches up to body.

This is Roronoa Zoro he’s kissing.

Sanji pushes against the Marimo’s chest, Zoro falling back on his hands as he stares confused at the reaction. As though Sanji is the crazy one. Sanji places two fingers to his lips, his expression horrified.

“What the fuck was that?” He screams, waving his hands around, not sure if he should be kicking the oaf or running as quick as he can back to the ship.

“What?” Zoro huffs, not moving away from the blonde but glaring down at the sand in front of them. He looks confused too, like he wasn’t expecting Sanji to question him.

“What? What? You just kissed me, Mosshead. What the fuck is that about?” Sanji realises he’s panting between his words. He’s pretty sure he’s going into shock from how quick his blood pressure has risen.

Zoro’s gaze whips to the blonde, feeling hurt that Sanji is making a big deal about this, as though the cook didn’t start it.

“People kiss on dates!” He throws back, defensive as he realises, he’s just been rejected.

Sanji can’t even process the words Zoro has just spoken.

“What are you talking about?”

“Never mind.” Zoro goes to get up then, beyond embarrassed as he realises he’s spent the last half an hour misreading the situation entirely. Might as well make the rest of this as painless as possible to hopefully save face.

“Wait, you stupid fucking moss for brains.” Sanji grapples at Zoro’s wrist, pulling him back onto the blanket before he can straighten up. The cook is panicking now, thinking back to everything he’d said since arriving, unsure where Zoro’s logic had jumped to thinking it was a date.

I mean, the situation was very date like, Sanji muses. But it’s Zoro and Sanji, having a picnic beneath the moon and stars isn’t a date, it’s a truce.

Zoro looks furious now, his whole body is tense like a spring coiled to bounce. Sanji is starting to piece together the blush on the other’s face is genuine. Zoro thought it was a date. He kissed Sanji because he wanted to. He likes him.

The earth tilts beneath Sanji as he realises he’s not instantly disgusted. He stares at his own hand, anchoring Zoro in place. He clearly doesn’t want the swordsman to leave. Sanji doesn’t want this to be over.

“Why did you think it’s a date?” He almost whispers the words, afraid he’s hallucinating. That Zoro is going to turn and ask him what the fuck he’s on about.

“You- You made me a picnic for just the two of us…on my birthday.”

The sentence still doesn’t make the most sense to Sanji. He supposes, if he’d done it for a woman, maybe Sanji would see it as a possible first date. But the term first date and Zoro has no connection in his brain. It feels impossible that the two could be linked.

“I- I get that, baka. But- Well I- that doesn’t automatically mean it’s a date.” Sanji protests, letting Zoro slip his wrist away when he realises he’s not going to bolt.

“Well, that’s what people do on their birthday.” Zoro grumbles, looking anywhere but at Sanji. “They spend it with someone they like.”

He says the last word with a heavy emphasis so that it can’t be misunderstood.

Sanji is at a loss. He’s never heard of such a thing.

“Marimo, I have no idea what you mean. Most people spend it with family and friends.”

Zoro looks at him then, with genuine surprise.

“Not where I come from.” He splutters, showing his embarrassment now as his face flushes bright red, even worse than before. “Couples spend it together, and then- then you spend it with friends on a different day.”

Zoro wants the ground to swallow him up. He can handle rejection, he can handle being wrong, but he hates that he didn’t realise what he was doing. He though Sanji had been the one to be vulnerable, to offer up a date the way he did. He’d been surprised by the blonde’s bravery about it, had accepted the silent confession and responded to it as confidently as he could muster.

He’s an idiot.

Sanji takes in the unfamiliar expression of regret on the other man’s face, and feels his chest tighten. He doesn’t want Zoro to regret this. Sanji doesn’t regret it. As the confusion lifts, Sanji properly accepts his own reaction. It’s…unexpected…but then again, everything is on the Grand Line.

“Look Cook, just forget-”

It’s Zoro’s turn to be surprised by a hand grabbing his chin, by lips pressing onto his own and by the blonde that leans forward so close, Zoro could swear he was sitting on the swordsman’s lap.

“I was surprised, idiot. I didn’t say I didn’t like it.”

Zoro stares into Sanji’s eyes, their foreheads resting against one another as Sanji separates from the kiss long enough to speak.

“Well, you seemed fucking pissed off.” Zoro defends, muttering the words almost against Sanji’s lips.

Sanji sighs, Zoro scrunching up his nose at the sensation across his skin.

“That’s…fair.” Sanji feels Zoro’s arm wrap around his waist, he relaxes against the other man’s chest, a hand reaching up to caresses the side of Zoro’s face and run itself through his hair.

Sanji lets out a chuckle.

“This feels like a dream.” He admits, suddenly wondering how much wine he drank. Maybe, this is a dream.

“I know.” Zoro agrees, his arm tightening it’s hold on Sanji. His other arm wraps under Sanji’s ass and tugs him up onto Zoro’s thighs. The position a lot more comfortable than sitting side by side.

Sanji laughs as he’s manhandled, not used to someone as strong as Zoro holding him in his arms. Strangely, it’s the least intimidated Sanji has ever felt in the presence of the other man.

“I don’t want to wake up.” Sanji confesses, his heart fluttering as he comes to terms with what’s happening. The brute can love, the brute can be soft and gentle and hold Sanji like he’s both diamond and glass.

“You’re such a fucking sap.” Zoro groans, his cheeks pink from the words. “Just don’t say another fucking thing and kiss me already.”

Sanji laughs as he tightens his grip on Zoro’s head, pulling at the tufts of hair hard enough that Zoro lets out a hiss of pain. That the moss-head looks at him with the same eyes he uses before they fight. The electricity is there, static between them, as fiery as ever.

“Anything for the birthday boy.”

Sanji is right about his earlier prediction. Zoro doesn’t make it back to the ship before midnight. Although, it’s not for a reason he could ever have predicted.

Instead, when midnight rolls around the pair of them lie on the picnic blanket, everything else packed away. They stare at the stars as they lie side by side, Sanji’s head resting on Zoro’s arm as they hold each other.

Zoro stares at the blonde as Sanji points out constellations and tries to explain to Zoro how he can use them to not get so lost all the time. But the swordsman is not paying attention. Only one thought remains in his head now.

He has one hell of a thank you letter to write to his bounty hunter friends.

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 6 months

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The Swordsman’s Secret (msub!Zoro x Black!Femdom!Reader 18+ One Shot)

Pairing: Zoro Roronoa x Black!Fem!Reader

Synopsis: In which your favorite swordsman has an interesting secret and kink that you are more than happy to explore with him in the bedroom. Or in which Zoro gets pegged for the first time.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Femdom!Reader; msub!Zoro; Black-coded!Reader (but anyone can still read this); Pegging; Anal Play/Sex; Mild BDSM; Degradation & Praise; Deepthroating; Edge Play; Name-calling; Zoro is Your Little Toy; Masturbation; Mutual Orgasms; Aftercare; Exhibitionism (cuz the Strawhats hear y'all fucking lol)

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: Happy birthday month to my favorite Scorpio!! 💚💚I've always loved the idea of Zoro becoming a subby little mess for his woman & wanted to write it for a hot minute. Something about a big, buff, manly man getting pegged just does something to me fr. I had soooo much fun writing this & I hope y'all enjoy! -Jazz

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Zoro has a secret.

A secret that you are not aware of. He has kept it hidden for some time now, hidden within the deep parts of himself that he only frees late at night when the Thousand Sunny is silent and the Strawhat crew is soundly slumbering.

Then, and only then, does he allow himself some peace to think and dream about his deplorable, disgusting, unmanly secret that has been haunting him for so long.

He has a thing for anal play. Butt stuff. He calls it a thing because he really doesn’t know what it is. You would think this means he’d like to do things with your ass, right? And sure, he does! He is absolutely in love with your ass. It’s so round and plump and juicy. He loves grabbing and smacking it whenever he can. He admires it whenever you walk by, loving how it moves when you walk, each globe of fat jiggling enticingly.

He is so lucky that you’re so freaky and adventurous because you were the one who suggested trying new things in the bedroom with him months ago. You had moved from handcuffs and bondage to role-playing to butt play. Zoro was originally perturbed and confused at this request of yours. Why would anyone want something in their ass? Wouldn’t it be uncomfortable?

You had explained it to him one night during a hot, relaxing bath where you sat between his legs and thick, muscular thighs, your back against his chest. “The anus is very close to the vaginal wall for cis women,” you explained as he traced circles along your back. “That’s why women can orgasm from anal sex or anal play, like with fingers and toys. Even tongues! You ever heard of someone eating ass?”

Zoro was disgusted, to say the least. He loved you, but he wasn’t eating nobody’s ass…until he did. One night, you both made the decision to try something with the cutest little butt plug you bought at a sex shop with Nami during an errand run in a village one day. Honey, when Zoro got a look at how pretty and plump your ass looked with the plug in it and how wet your cunt got for him, he was hooked.

Especially when he started fucking you with the plug. He had used lube beforehand so you were nice, slick, and ready to be absolutely filled. Your moans were loud and needy as he slowly fucked your asshole with the plug, twisting it this way and that, enjoying the way you responded to him. He has never been so hard in his life until he watched you cum all over yourself, soaking the bedsheets. “That was amazing,” you had breathlessly said as your body twitched, the plug still in your ass. Zoro couldn’t have agreed more.

That night opened Pandora’s box of butt stuff for you both. You started incorporating plugs and vibrators into your bedroom activities, even moving on to fingering and ass-eating. Zoro was very afraid the first time he did it, but to be able to move between eating your gorgeous ass and pussy, and tasting everything you gave him, gave him more of a rush than he anticipated. And when you finally moved onto anal sex, that was all it took for Zoro to fall head over heels. He loved doing this to you and with you. The way you writhed and tossed your ass back into his cock as he drilled you from behind was addictive, to say the least.

But then he got to thinking one night. It was random, really. Just after sex with you. You were sleeping soundly beside him, your ass coated in coconut oil after a night of anal play, the glittery plug in your bedside drawer after the night concluded. He stared up at the ceiling and thought to himself…what would it be like to be on the receiving end instead of the giving end?

What does anal play feel like, he wondered? Does it feel nice? Judging by the way you moaned and whimpered his name, fisted the sheets, and creamed all over the bed, it seemed like a yes. But he never even pondered the idea of receiving anal stimulation. He’s never even tried it! How the idea came about, he’ll never know. Maybe there was a part of him that felt jealous of the pleasure you were receiving; how free you looked.

Even when Zoro fucked his hand at the thought of you, he stayed away from ass. But that didn't stop the temptation. That didn’t stop his fingers from inching towards his asshole, wondering how it would feel to rub it or plunge them deep inside to trail over his prostate. But he never did, and the temptation is killing him slowly.

His dreams became filled with images of you mounting him from behind, fucking his tight hole the way he does yours, your tinier frame behind his bigger one. And he's a big guy! He stands a whole head taller than you and practically covers your entire body whenever he hovers above you, your legs over his broad shoulders. He never would've imagined such a thing could turn him on so much.

So, one boring, hot day on the ship when everyone is busy doing their own thing, he brings it to your attention. Because isn't that what healthy couples do? They communicate about their wants, needs, issues, and desires? Though he feels slightly insecure in his secret and irrationally fears that you’ll look at him as less than a man because of this, Zoro wants to be the best man possible for you. That means not lying to you. So he stands with you now on the side of the ship, the sun shining against your gorgeous skin and making your pretty, brown eyes sparkle.

“Look,” he sighs, holding your small hands in each of his bigger, calloused ones, “I really need to talk to you about something and you can’t laugh, okay?” The smile you were originally wearing fades. “Okay,” you say, sounding concerned. “Baby, is everything okay? You’re sweating bullets.”

And he is. He doesn’t feel like passing it off as a side effect to the heat or the sun. In truth, Zoro is extremely nervous. “Listen,” he huffs, feeling like he is about to burst out of his skin. “I’ve really enjoyed the…stuff…we’ve been doing. Y’know, with your ass.” He blushes as you laugh at his bluntness. “Okay,” you giggle cutely. “I have too.”

Zoro gnaws on his bottom lip, oblivious to the way you stare at him like you could eat him alive or sit on his entire face as he does so. “A-And…I’ve been thinking…” He clears his throat and swallows nervously his Adam’s Apple bobbing. “Maybe, instead of me doin’ all of that on you, you could…I don’t fuckin’ know…do it to…me, I guess.”

The pause of silence that comes after kills him slowly. He peers down at you, expecting you to be weirded out or immediately break up with him or something. But instead, you just look surprised. “Wait…you wanna try anal play?” you gently ask, no laughing or giggling in your tone.

Blushing furiously, Zoro slowly nods. “Wow,” you gasp. “I didn't think you’d be into that, Zo. I mean, you weren’t exactly too hyped about it when I first introduced it to you.” Zoro looks down at his feet, feeling guilty. “Which was totally fine!” you quickly add. “Not everybody is too keen on ass stuff.”

“I guess I just thought it was gross,” he confesses with a shrug. “But after tryin’ it with you, I realized how much I enjoyed it.” You nod in understanding. “So much that you wanna try it yourself,” you finish for him since he is too cowardly to do so (according to him, anyway). “How long have you thought about this?” you ask, running your thumbs over his knuckles. It soothes him.

“For a while, but I never really…I just…I’m curious is all.” He keeps stumbling on his words, but you seem to get what he trying to tell you. “Baby, why didn’t you tell me?” you curiously ask. “I would’ve wanted to know all about this!”

Zoro bites his plump bottom lip again, still feeling guilty. For not saying anything to you–his amazing, compassionate, lovely, sexy girlfriend–or for thinking you’d even consider breaking up with him over this. “I guess I was afraid,” he confesses. “That you’d think I’m weird or less of a man, or something. I mean, guys don’t do shit like this…straight guys, anyway.”

You shake your head, surprising him. “Uh-uh, that’s where you’re wrong,” you correct him. “Plenty of straight men love anal play. Just because it’s pleasurable to have something here doesn’t mean it’s gay, unless it’s another guy doing it.” You give him a big, bright smile that eases all of his fears and discomfort. “But it’s not. It’s me: your very loving and very horny girlfriend who really wants to fuck your ass.”

Zoro rolls his eye, ignoring the way you hysterically giggle at his blush. As goofy as you are, it feels good that you’re making light of this and not totally serious about it. It makes him feel less scared. “So..you really want to?” he asks.

“Of course!” you chirp with a beaming smile. “Have you seen how nice of an ass you’ve got? You could bounce quarters off of that shit.” Your hand reaches around to squeeze one of Zoo’s glutes that he is, ironically, proud of. He grunts and blushes bright red, snatching your hand off of him. “Oooh, this is so exciting!” you cheer too loudly. "I can’t wait to use a butt plug on you, Zoro!”

He swears that his soul nearly leaves his body as your voice echoes across the ship. “Shh, shh!” he shushes you, putting a hand on your mouth. “Jesus, woman, you want the whole ship to know?” Your brown eyes widen and you quickly shake your head, though your shoulders still shake with laughter.

So after everyone falls asleep that night after one too many drinks, Zoro finds himself sitting on the bed in your shared bed chambers waiting for you to appear from the bathroom. He is feeling buzzed and loose from the drinks he’s had to loosen himself up for tonight, but nervous butterflies still flutter about in his stomach. He showered earlier to make sure he smells of cedar wood and vanilla–a scent that always seems to drive you crazy–and rid his body of anything that could ruin tonight for you both (if that’s TMI, sorry lol). He wants tonight to be perfect.

But as the ship rocks slightly along the waves, it only makes the butterflies worse. The bed is neatly made and spread with a towel, nothing more, but the idea of what that towel will be used for is scaring the shit out of him. “I’m finished, baby!” you finally call through the bathroom door. “You ready for me now?”

He startles, staring wide-eyed at the bathroom door. He was hoping you would take more time to primp yourself. “Y-Yeah,” he calls back. “Come on out before I change my mind about this.” And he is seconds away from doing so.

When you finally step out of the bathroom, Zoro nearly busts a nut at the sight of you. You’re wearing a cherry red babydoll dress that stops mid-thigh and leads all the way down to some heels and those luscious, milky legs he loves to kiss, stroke, and have wrapped around his head. The babydoll is see-through, exposing your stomach and laced thong to him that match the laced cups of your bra that hide those delectable breasts of yours.

“Goddamn,” he mutters, feeling his cock twitch beneath his kimono. “Wh-What’s with the fit?” You lean against the bathroom door, posing for him. “You like?” you giggle. “Robin let me raid her closet.” Zoro nods to himself. “Of course, she did,” he says under his breath.

You walk further into the bedroom and walk to the bedside drawer where you retrieve something that Zoro can’t see well in the candlelight. “Now.” You pause, smirking deviously at him. “You ready to take this cock for me, baby boy?” you purr. You then retrieve a strap-on with an eight-inch dildo dangling from it.

Zoro’s brain is short-circuiting as he stares at the contraption, dumbfounded and nearly shitting himself. His asscheeks practically clench in protest and refusal to take something so thick into his body. “W-What?” he dumbly asks. “You want me to take that thing? Baby, that’s a fucking monster!”

You can hardly hold yourself together and start to laugh at his expense. “Relax, Zo!” you giggle. “I just wanted to see your face.” You go into the drawer again and retrieve a black butt plug from it. “I’ll be using this on you tonight, just to get you used to the feeling. But first, we’re gonna start with some lube, a finger, and some throat all for my man to feel good.” You wink at him as you rummage through the drawer and retrieve the lube that heats up on contact, according to the bottle.

You toss all of the items, including some body oil and the strap, onto the bed. Zoro stares at them, sweating fucking bullets. Though the idea of a finger or a plug going in his ass instead of the monstrous strap relaxes him, but only somewhat. He didn't exactly “prep” for tonight, figuring you would do so. But how long will it take? Will it hurt? Is he emotionally prepared for it?

You crawl onto the bed with him, sitting on your knees on the mattress in front of him. You look absolutely angelic in the candlelight. “Now, before we start, let’s go over everything we discussed for safety: the safe word and traffic lights.” Zoro nods, remembering what you both discussed earlier for safety precautions. He runs it all back to you now: “The safe word is ‘jolly’, yellow means slow down, and red means stop.”

You clap excitedly and plant one chaste yet passionate kiss on his lips. “Good boy!” you proudly giggle. “Now lay back for me so I can get you relaxed. On your back please.”

Zoro obliges and leans back against the pillows, doing his best to relax into the mattress. He watches through his one hooded eye as you untie his kimono and reveal his big, toned, scarred body, solid from years of training and filled with stitched wounds and stabs from years of fights. Between his toned, thick, tanned thighs lies his semi-hard cock, twitching at the sight, smell, and feeling of you.

You squirt some oil into your hands and begin to go to work relaxing your man. You rub him down with the oil, making his tan skin glint in the candlelight. The scent of mangoes from the oil fills his nose, taking him on a journey to a long, distant island in the tropics. Soft moans and sighs leave his lips as your hands work his tired limbs, loosening the tension and making him melt into a puddle on the mattress. Unbeknownst to him, you love seeing him like this. You love it when he is totally relaxed, his head tossed back and eyes shut. You love feeling him up, your fingers running over his muscles as much as you please.

What the massage also does is make him extremely hard for you. His thick, hard, cock, protruding from a patch of trimmed, green curls, stand upright, flopping against his toned, lower stomach and dripping in pre-cum. “Already so hard for me,” you giggle. “You’re so naughty, Zo.” You don’t hesitate to wrap your oily hands (both because Zoro is that thick) around him and begin slowly stroking him up and down, taking your time with getting him harder in your hands for you.

“Fuck,” Zoro sighs, loving how soft and warm your hands are. When your mouth suddenly makes contact with his cock, he doesn’t know why he freaks out. He tenses underneath you and you notice immediately. You place a comforting hand on his stomach, shushing him. “Just relax for me, papa,” you coo. “It’s just head. You like the way I give head.”

Zoro nods to himself, feeling paranoid and stupid. You haven’t even touched any of the toys yet and here he is, clenching his cheeks. “Okay,” he exhales. “Okay. Sorry.”

You giggle slightly before opening your mouth and wrapping those lips around him. Zoro groans at the sensations you give him with that skillful tongue and those plump, dick-sucking lips. He would never tell you that though. He understands the offensive implications of that since you’re a woman and you’re way more than just your assets, but goddamn, he can’t help but think it and thank God that you’re bestowing such amazing lips to him and him alone. Your mouth was made for this shit. The way you bop your head up and down and slide your tight throat along his shaft should be illegal. He clenches the bedsheets and thrusts his hips up into your mouth, making you take all of his dick.

“S-Shit!” he grunts, squinting down at you with his one eye. He can barely take how beautiful you look taking his thick, veiny cock, your mouth coated in spit and your pretty brown eyes staring at him.

“You feelin’ good, baby?” you coo, your voice muffled by his cock. “Is your girl doin’ a good job taking all that dick?” You do that thing he likes when you grip his cock a little harder and stroke him in time with your quick sucks and gags around his cock.

Zoro swears he nearly cums right there. “Fuck!” he groans. “You’re way too good at this shit, mama.” His toes curl and his legs fall open, giving you the perfect opportunity to feel up on his toned, muscular thighs. You always were a thigh girl and Zoro has plenty of that from years of training and from his big and tall build.

You continue to work his cock the way only you can, making his balls swell and saliva trickle down his asscrack. The fact that he can feel it makes him even harder.‘This is so hot,’ he thinks, delirious from the pleasure. He feels like he wants to cum. He can feel his balls tightening and the urge to fill your pretty throat rising…but he won’t. He wants to make tonight count, and if that means holding out then so be it.

You must sense his refusal to cum because you stop sucking and stroking him, your hands and mouth dripping in spit and pre-cum. Zoro nearly jumps your gorgeous bones right there, but he knows he’ll have time to fuck you up later. Right now, this is about you taking control of him.

"Think you’re ready for a finger now, baby?” you ask. “I’ll only use one first and I’ll go slow. If you ever need me to slow down, say–“

“Yellow,” he interrupts, still breathing heavily from the head session. “And yes, I’m ready.” You give him a gorgeous, joyous smile that fills him with warmth and adoration for you. You coax him to turn over and he does so, getting onto all fours for you. It feels sort of awkward doing so with how big he is and how small you are as you kneel behind him, but it also feels kind of hot, like he is doing something forbidden. The idea of you fucking him with that strap, mounting him, stretching him out, making him totally and completely yours, makes him want to nut at least fifty times in a row.

He tries to remain calm and does the breathing exercises that he practices after workouts as you prepare him. You squirt some lube onto your hands before taking one finger and lightly gliding it along his puckered hole. His big, muscular body tenses at the icy sensation. “S-Shit, that’s cold,” he hisses. “When is it gonna heat up? Doesn’t it say it on the bottle or somethin’?”

You giggle at his complaints, continuing to lightly trace the lube around his hole. After a few minutes of repeating the same action, the lube feels much warmer and you begin to slowly slide your index finger into his asshole, pausing to watch for his reaction. You just insert your fingertip, but Zoro reacts immediately, his hole clenching around the foreign item inside of him.

“How’s that feel?” you ask. He exhales deeply, allowing himself to relax around your fingertip. “Weird,” he huffs. “Different, but…kinda good. I just feel a little…” His mind tries to find the right word, searching up, down, and all around for it.

“Full?” you chuckle. He slowly nods, blushing at the oddness and vulgarity of that…and Zoro is a vulgar guy! He’s made you blush so many times from the nasty, dirty words he’s whispered to you in the bedroom in the past, but now here he is, shy and jittery over being filled up. “You ain’t felt nothing yet, baby boy.”

Something happens to Zoro at that moment. The moment the strange, new pet name leaves your lips, his body gets hot like he was set on fire and his cock twitches excitedly. The name sounds so submissive like he is your baby boy. You notice his body’s reaction and giggle, stroking his lower back. “You like me callin’ you that?” you purr. “That’s so unlike you. I kinda like this subby side of you, Zo.”

Zoro growls defiantly as you continue to gently fuck him with your finger, sliding the rest of the way inside of his tight hole. “Don’t get used to it,” he grumbles. “This is only for tonight.”

You just cackle, knowing damn well that that is a lie. And Zoro knows it too. After you spend some time sliding your finger in and out of him, you prepare to add another. “Now I’m gonna add another finger. Just breathe while I do this, baby. Holding your breath is very dangerous and I want you relaxed for this part, okay?”

Zoro nods, mentally and emotionally preparing himself for you to add another finger. But no matter how much preparing he does, he still jumps and quivers at the feeling of another finger stretching him out. “Breathe,” you coax him. “Breathe, Zoro. Don’t hold it in.” “Relax for me.” Zoro clenches the pillow underneath him, nearly ripping it to shreds. “Trying…to,” he grunts, his eye squeezed tight at the foreign feeling.

It doesn’t hurt; it’s just a stretch. With every inch of your fingers sliding in and out of him, he can feel his hole slowly becoming stretched. His leaking cock throbs and twitches between his thighs and he finds himself grinding it against the comforter below for relief. “Is this okay?” you ask, noticing the way he is rolling his hips against the comforter. You can feel your pussy becoming wet at the sight, loving how you’re making him feel.

“Y-Yeah,” he shakily answers. He turns to look back at you, his face flushed and his forehead pebbled in sweat. “I think I’m ready as I’ll ever be, so no more stretchin’ me out, alright?” A sexy smirk crosses your lips as you catch his drift. “You want me to use the plug now, baby?”

Shivers go up his spine at the idea of something else going inside of him, making him feel this good. “Y-Yeah, I…I think I’m ready.” He swallows roughly, prepared for more. “You can use it on me…M-Mistress.”

Your eyes flash with a fire he’s never seen before as the title leaves his quivering lips. “Oh, shit, baby,” you groan. “I’m gonna have so much fun with you.” You retrieve your fingers from his hole and press a kiss to his muscular back, right on his tattoos. “Hike that ass up in the air for me.” Blushing mad hard, he listens and lowers his head to the pillow while his ass goes up straight in the air like a moon.

Smack! He gasps in surprise as he feels your hand make contact with one of his tan, firm asscheeks. “Hey!” he growls, glaring back at you. You laugh to yourself, stroking the sting away from his cheek. “Sorry,” you cackle. “I just had to. Your ass is just too amazing, baby boy.” Unbeknownst to you, he cracks a humored smirk at your idiocy and the fact that you love his body so much.

He looks back and watches you prepare the black butt plug for him, squirting more lube on it. It isn’t that big, but shit, it could damn well be a dildo with the way Zoro perceives it. When you finish, he turns back around to stare at the headboard and breathes as you instruct him. When the plug finally slides in, he nearly curses the stars and sky above as you begin to fuck him with the damn thing.

He’s never felt anything like this. He feels so stretched. So full. So, so good. His cock drips with pre and throbs impatiently, making him grind it harder against the comforter in an effort to ease the ache. When you finally reach that spot inside of him, he can’t help the loud, surprised yelp of pleasure that escapes him. “Oh, fuck!” he moans, pleasure exploding throughout his body. He looks back at you, wide-eyed. “Y/N, what…what the fuck was that?”

You smile proudly as you continue to move the plug in and out of him, admiring how plump his ass looks with it snugly inside of his hole. "Guess I found your prostate,” you giggle. “Mmm, that reaction was so nice to witness. I wanna see more of that, baby boy.” And you continue to rub up against his prostate, your hooded eyes drinking in the way his body quivers and his hips rut into the bed.

Zoro is losing all self-control at this point, the pleasure explosive and almost heavenly. He voices his pleasure to you––his love; his woman; his Mistress. “God, baby!” he gasps. “That’s…that’s perfect! Please keep going!”

You smile from behind him, your other hand stroking up and down his back as you continue to fuck him with the other. “You want your Mistress to keep going?” you teasingly ask. "You want her to keep fucking this little hole?”

Tears of pleasure prick Zoro’s waterline as he bites the pillow under his head. “Yes, yes, God, yes!” he nearly sobs. “Please keep going, Mistress! Dammit, just fuck me!”

You do just that, moving the plug in and out of his snug asscheeks a little bit faster than before, enjoying the sounds he makes as you do. “Fuck, you’re so hard from this, Zo,” you moan, admiring his rock-hard, throbbing cock with its angry, red cockhead dripping in pre-cum for you. “Stroke that dick for me while I fuck you. Be a good boy for me and fuck that hand.”

He does as you say, wrapping his hand around his shaft and fucking it like it’s your tight, wet, gushy cunt. “I can’t tell you how hot you look right now,” you dreamily sigh. “I love seeing you like this. You’re like my little toy.”

You lean towards him and drag your lips over the shell of his ear. All he can feel and smell is you. “Do you wanna be my little toy, Zoro?” you whisper. “You wanna cum all over yourself while I fuck you with this plug, don’t you?” He cries out in reply, his cock and balls swelling. He wants to cum. He has to cum. “God, Y/N!” He sobs. “I’m gonna fuckin’ cum!”

“Do it,” you practically beg, coaxing him further with the butt plug. “Cum for me, baby boy.”

He can feel it building. He will soon shoot rope after rope of cum all over his hand and the bed as he clenches around the plug inside of his hole. But the defiance in him stops his primal desire to release. The need to be completely and utterly yours overtakes him. You make him feel so free; so loved. He just wants to give you all of him, prove to you that he can take anything you throw at him.

“Yellow!” he shouts in desperation. “Yellow, yellow!”

And like a good girlfriend and sexual partner should, you stop immediately. “What is it?” you ask, concerned. "What’s wrong? Did I go too far? Was I going too fast?” Shakily, Zoro shakes his head and looks back at you. “I-I don’t wanna cum with the plug,” he breathlessly explains. “I want you to use the strap on me first.”

You blink at him, confused for a moment but he sees that passionate fire in your eyes. “Are you sure?” you ask, worry in your eyes. “Baby, don’t feel pressured to–“

“I haven’t felt this free in years,” he confesses, giving you a wobbly, adoring smile. “And I feel that way because of you. You accept all of me and I want to give all of myself to you now.” He reaches back and pulls his cheeks apart, the plug still nice and snug in his hole between them. “So get that strap and fuck me, baby. Make me cum just for you.”

Now, there is no worry or uncertainty in your eyes. All he sees is lust, pure and exciting. “If you insist…” You smile like a devious little devil as you reach for the strap which he notices comes with a bumped rod, obviously for you to stimulate yourself as you fuck him. The mere idea of you feeling as good as him and cumming at the same time as he does nearly sends his big ass into orbit.

When you strap the fake dick on, Zoro nearly busts right there at the sight of you. Seeing you with a cock hanging from your hips is as hot as it is thrilling and a little frightening. You moan in pleasure as you shift your hips to meet the small rod that snuggly fits against your clit and just kisses the inside of your pussy. He wishes that rod was his cock instead, filling you up and plunging deep inside of you, fucking you into the mattress the way only he can do. But that can come later. Right now, the only one getting fucked into the bed is him.

You come up behind him and shift your hips before gently and slowly slide into his hole. “God!” Zoro chokes out, his mouth falling open at the sensation of being totally stretched. This is so much different than your fingers or the butt plug. The strap is much thicker, bigger, and wider, making him feel fuller than he ever has in the last hour of his ass being fucked. Now he knows how you feel every time you take him.

“Nice and slow,” you coo. “Just breathe, baby boy. You’re doing so well takin’ that dick for me.”

Zoro whimpers––he actually whimpers––as you continue to praise him, your hand stroking his back. It takes some time, but he finally feels his asshole accommodating to the size of the strap. He is seeing stars behind his eyelids as you slowly bump your hips against his backside, the lewd squelching sound of the lube filling the air. “Oh, my God,” he groans. “Oh, my God.”

You begin to bump your hips a little harder, still keeping up that slow pace. “Is it good for you, baby?” you gasp. “‘Cause it feels amazing for me.”

He can almost hear the rod sliding in and out of that wet pussy, your soft moans and whimpers filling his ears. “It feels fucking amazing,” he grunts, stroking his cock in time with your thrusts. You grab his hips, questioning whether or not to go all the way. “So is it okay to–“

“Yes, yes, God, yes, Y/N!” he begs, his voice hoarse. “Just fuck me, please! I love you so fuckin’ much!” He can see you smiling behind his eyelid as you grip his hips and begin to fuck his hole with the strap, tearing moans, sobs, and grunts out of his body.

“I love you too, Zo,” you whimper. “So, so much. I wouldn’t do this with anyone else but you.” Your soft lips lean down to pepper his back, shoulders, and neck in kisses, tracing along his scars and tattoos.

Zoro is losing his ever-loving mind, moving back to meet your thrusts as he carefully continues to fuck his fist wet with pre-cum. When you hit that spongey spot again inside of him, he nearly roars in pleasure. “There!” he whines. “There, baby, right there!”

You grip his hips harder and shift onto your knees as you roughly fuck that spot, rubbing up against it again and again until your swordsman is howling in ecstasy. “Right there?” you teasingly ask. “Is this the spot, baby boy?”

Your hand sneaks under his thighs to fondle his balls, pulling a strangled moan from his quivering lips. “Look at how hard you are,” you whisper in his ear. “You love getting fucked like this, don’t you? Such a little slut for me.” Your other hand firmly squeezes his asscheek, adding to that pressure. “I wonder what the crew would think seein’ you this, getting your ass fucked by your girl.”

The bed squeaks from the way you’re rutting into him and how he moves his hips back to meet your thrusts. Zoro doesn’t give a shit if the crew hears. He doesn’t care if the entire Grand Blue hears him getting his asshole fucked. He just wants to cum. He needs to cum. “God, baby!” he brokenly moans. “I’m gonna cum, Mistress! I’m so fuckin’ close!” He moves his calloused hand along his dick so fast that it comes nothing more than a blur as you continue to stimulate his prostate and fondle his balls.

“Cum for me, Zoro,” you moan with him. “Cum with me. Give it to me, baby boy.” Your whimpers and gasps mean you’re close too. He can hardly believe it: he’s going to cum from getting his ass fucked. And you’re going to cum with him.

He has never felt so close to you before than now, letting you have his body as your very own. “Please cum with me, mama,” he groans. “Cum with your baby boy, please!”

It’s too much for you and you feel your orgasm explode throughout your body, coating the rod inside of you in your cream the way you do Zoro’s cock. Zoro’s own orgasm hits him like a truck, slamming into him and ripping all of his energy from him.

“Oh, my God!” he roars, practically screaming through his mind-blowing, explosive orgasm that rocks his world and his entire being. He clenches around the strap hard as spurt after spurt of cum leaves his cock, emptying out into his hand and the mattress. He feels like he is flying, his body feeling floaty and tingly.

You ride him for a short while in sloppy, long strokes until you finally come down from your high. After his orgasm fades, he groans and finally slumps against the bed, feeling sticky, achy, and absolutely satisfied. You pull out and unhook the strap from around your pelvis before laying down beside him. You both breathe heavily as one, staring up at the ceiling. Silence swells around you both and then, all at once, you erupt in hysterical laughter.

Zoro’s body shakes with laughter as the reality of what just happened sets in. “That was…that was…” You can’t even speak, still trying to recover.

“Fuckin’ amazing,” he finishes through a little laugh. And it was! Though he is always satisfied fucking your sweet pussy, this feels so different. He feels like tonight was a peek of heaven.

You turn over onto your side to face him, your beautiful body coated in sweat and afterglow.

“Are you sore?” you gently ask. “I can use the oil to ease it.” He slowly shakes his head. Though his hole feels slightly sore and stretched from the constant stimulation, he doesn’t want to worry about that right now.

“No, m’fine,” he sighs. “Better than ever, actually.” You smile joyfully at him, making his heart ache at your beauty. “So your first time being pegged was a success,” you giggle. “Come here, stud. You look like you need a snuggle.”

You don’t need to tell him twice. He opens his big arms for you, allowing you to enter them and wrap your arms around his bigger frame as your head falls onto his chest. Your eyes flutter closed and a small smile stretches across your lips at the sound of his thundering heart against your ear. In the silence and afterglow of the sex, Zoro feels like he can peel back the layers of himself to you. He can be all the way real with you.

He clears his throat, catching your attention. “Hey, uh…I kinda liked the whole sub thing,” he confesses. “I think I wanna do this again another night. Maybe not just the butt stuff, but you domming me. It’s kinda sexy.” You look up at him then in the dimly-lit room, surprise all over your face. “Do you think we can?” he whispers, his heart leaping in anticipation for your answer.

If happiness was a person, it would be you in this moment. Your eyes brighten and a wide, gorgeous smile stretches across your lips as you stroke his face. “Oh, Zo,” you coo.

You open your mouth to say more, but the sound of a knock above the headboard makes you squeak in fear. Instinctively, Zoro reacts by jumping off of the mattress, ready to reach for his sword leaning against the wall beside him.

“If you do it just make sure none of us can hear it,” Sanji calls from the other side of the bedroom wall above the headboard.

“We heard everything!” Nami tiredly groans from the wall on the other side of the room. “Zoro’s screams woke us up. I had to cover Chopper’s ears so he wouldn’t hear anything!”

“I don’t know, I thought it was kind of sweet,” Robin giggles.

“Shit, I didn’t!” Usopp complains. “How am I supposed to get my beauty sleep?!”

“Zoro, I didn’t know you could get that loud!” Brook laughs. “Have you ever considered singing by any chance, yo, ho, ho!”

“Brook, shut the hell up,” Jimbei groans.

“I thought you were killin’ the poor guy, Y/N!” Franky laughs. “Good on you, Zoro, man! Explore more sexy stuff with your amazing girlfriend! I support it!”

A knock comes from outside the bedroom door, making Zoro throw the comforter over your naked form. “Zoro, Y/N, can I borrow some of that coconut oil you got in there?!” Luffy yells.

Zoro groans, running a hand over his face while you hide your embarrassed smile behind your hand. “Should I kill them now or later?” he sighs, turning to you. You giggle, sitting up on the bed and letting the comforter fall from your luscious tits with your pretty, brown nipples, hardened to peaks now. “If you do that, we may not have time for round two,” you purr.

Zoro raises an eyebrow at your words and the suggestive tone in your voice. “Oh, yeah?” he teasingly asks. He reaches over and squeezes your cheeks together the way you like, making those plump, soft lips pucker. “You wanna give ‘em somethin’ else to complain about, hm?” he whispers. “I think you can get a lot louder than me. You think, mama?”

He releases his hand from your cheeks to let you answer, your brown eyes blown with lust and need. “Let’s find out,” you purr.

That night, Zoro ends up fucking you and making you cum till you pass out. And yes, the crew isn’t happy about it, but you’re too unconscious to listen to Nami and Sanji banging on your bedroom door.

THE END.

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