Sometimes the southern heat was just overbearing; if another layer of clothing wasn't peeled away quickly, you swore you could burst into flames like an unlucky vampire caught in the deadly webs of sunrise. Heatless copper dyed spirals laid obediently in gel—a white scarf tied around the surrounding area as a fashion statement while matching swirls curled at your temples. Cinnamon tinted moles sprinkled across your cheeks sparkled with sweat as you tried oh-so desperately to ignore the sun devilish presence. Dark washed and dirt stained overalls sat loosely on the crisp white tee that soaked in sorrow.

Another annoyed groan vibrated deep in your chest. Frustration wasn't even the word for what creeped deep beneath your bones.

You huffed in defeat, almond shaped manicure glistening under the sun's harsh rays once your bubble gum pink gardening gloves were flung from your palms. Your breathing starts to stutter as you try to keep your tears from bleeding through the concrete dam hidden behind your eyes.

You've been sweating buckets since you stepped foot from your wooden porch. Uprooting those invading, stubborn weeds from your stubborn Pentas has officially worn you out. Hours of hard labor for your garden to still look untouched—almost like you never stepped foot outside in the first place. Your beautiful star shaped flowers that attracted the most vibrant, joyful butterflies and hummingbirds weren't what they used to be; once full of life became an eyesore for anyone that analyzed your plants.

As much as the beautiful array of flowers shaped your garden, the pests and weeds that hounded were burdensome—damaging months of hard work in mere seconds. The forest green foliage might seem appealing to the naked eye, but spider mites lurked deeply in the cracks of the crops and damaged any and everything in sight.

Standing with a groan and an alarming sound of your joints popping, you watched your pedicured feet take turns on the freshly cut grass that led back to your porch. Defeat laid comfortably on your shoulders, tear ducts swollen from pending tears.

Stupid plants.

Distant clouds held the weight of a thunderstorm, the smell of the breeze carrying the scent of rain and sadness; the sun was oblivious to the storm brewing. The wind blew, but not the kind you wanted—it blew hot and sticky, like the first few seconds of an oven opening, making you feel more icky. Trees waved at you in the distance while the cries of your wind chimes touched gave subtle a warning.

"I know you're not sheddin' tears over those flowers, Sweets." Toji could read you like a book even if it was sealed shut and buried six feet under. He emerged from the darkness of the house like a DC villain, the screen door clapped loudly behind him; your furry pets tilted their heads in confusion when they weren't immediately let out.

Full lashes kissed at his cheeks—heavy eyelids making his appearance more intimidating. Even with half his eyesight, his shaded gaze weighed heavily on your figure. A half smoked cigarette slept lazily between his lips, glowing a deep crimson before grey smoke poured from his nose.

You jumped at the sudden noise; a sniffle and a quick wipe to your swollen eyes later and you almost looked normal. To whom? You don't know.

"M'not," You lie, avoiding his siren stare.

"Don't bullshit me, woman. Jus' watched it happen with my own two eyes." Toji wore the sweat on his temple proudly, the absence of his hat being the sole reason why he came back to the house and found you whimpering over plants. The metal porch railing held his tilted weight with ease.

A dark brown cowboy hat with his initials scorched deeply into the side casted a ominous shadow on his face, making his stare more menacing.

"If you knew then why'd you ask?" You followed his bulky shadow as it loomed over you like bad news. With the cigarette tucked between his pink lips he mumbled "watch that mouth," before blowing smoke in your direction.

"Asked to see if you would lie. And you did. 'Told you about that."

You rolled your eyes mumbling a quiet apology while your arms crossed over your chest. "Just upset right now, Toj’."

Silver poured like a fountain from his lips as he eyed you from afar. Clouded rings floated from his face as he squinted, his heavy head tilting to the left.

"Didn't we tell you to stop poutin' over those plants or am I goin’ crazy?” As he awaited your answer another wave of smoke surrounded you.

“You did.”

“We also told you we'd get someone out here to look at 'em because it somethin' out of your control. Did we not?”

He searched heavily for your downward gaze, that bitter, toxic stench of his cigarette curling into you like bumped ends. You sighed into a nod, slowly unbuttoning the jean deathtrap you wore to create some type of air circulation through your clothes. Still, your eyebrows touched and your lip poked out.

“Yes, Toji. I remember.”

"Clearly not if I just found you, not even two weeks later, doin' the same thing.” He inhales again, this time the smoke pouring from his nose like an angry bull.

"I knoww, m'sorry. It’s jus' that I watched another video and thought it looked easy enough to try. It sucks that my green thumb was lost in transit while I was bein' brought into this cruel, cruel world…”

He watched as you explained your reasoning with a grin clawing at his lips. He could never take you seriously when you're being this dramatic. The way you flung your arms in exaggeration and how your pout deepened as the urge to cry was a blink away—it was cute.

“'Nd now you're laughin' at me! This is why I only discuss my feelings with Ony!" You wiped at the heavy, hot tears that managed to escape down your cheeks.

Toji sucked the remaining cigarette dry and tossed it behind him, his frame becoming larger then shrinking—he was now crouching and eye to eye with his pouting woman.

"Look," he sighed, "I'm not laughin’ at you or tellin' you to stop gardening—l love seein' you in your own world, but you need guidance. Even if it wasn't something out of your control, you can't just start somethin' and expect to be a master at it in a few seconds. 'Shit takes time, Darlin’. Rome wasn’t built in a day."

Well…It's true.

With every new money sucking hobby you joined overnight, there were a good three seconds where you thought you knew exactly what you were doing from just watching a single video—that is before you're bulldozed with a reality check.

Baking? Served poison on porcelain with a toothy grin and it took Onyankopon one bite into your crack brownies before telling you the harsh truth about your skills, or lack of. Crocheting? Oh gosh. If Toji wasn't holding your tablet, the comically large aluminum crochet hook would've been lodged up his nose somewhere.

From accidentally downloading a virus onto your PC from downloading links you mistaken for Sim mods, to unknowingly buying knockoff anime figures from a sketchy website that really didn't seem that sketchy, but now that you looked back it definitely looked questionable. It was all trial and error.

You lived and learned.

“Understood?”

You nodded, untying the scarf from your scalp and throwing it to the swinging bench that sat adjacent. You sigh, "Sorry for my attitude, Toji. Still workin' on my snappiness."

He flashes a grin, rough palms rubbing tight circles on the soles of your feet,"I see that and 'm proud of you. "Lots of progress is happenin’. 'Bout three years ago we would've been barkin' back and forth like dogs."

"Yea," you both shared a chuckle, "Thanks, Toji-Bear. You're too sweet to me. Even when I'm cranky and bein’ a drama queen." Dark lashes that shaped your eyes something sinister fanned in his direction, blinking slowly like a cat admiring its owner.

He grinned at his nickname, sharp canines peeking through his pink scarred lips. A soft breeze teased at the spiral ends that peeked from his hat.

"S my pleasure, Love. You know that." Toji's voice matched yours: lust-heavy, his whispered words were deeper, more core stimulating. His finger lifted the tip of his hat, allowing his features to be visible and less insidious.

"Wipe your face 'nd give me a kiss?"

"Please?" You challenged, eyebrows arching to your forehead.

He eased his body slowly between your legs like a predator stalking its prey: too slow to notice until it was too late. The heat that radiated from his torso was almost torturous between your clothed thighs. Your breath hitched as you whispered, "Say please, Toji."

"Please, Darlin?"

Before he even finished begging, his tongue was already miles ahead, meeting you halfway. Kisses from Toji were always over the top—he couldn't keep his tongue hidden behind his teeth if he tried. His heavy head tilted, desperate to get closer—deeper between your plump lips. Your squeaks are muffled and immediately swallowed and before you know it, you’re unintentionally pulling back from him. Toji's weighted, calloused palm gripped at your throat, squeezing just enough to assert dominance and to keep you anchored.

"Toji," you warned behind whimpers, "We're outside."

"Mhm," He hummed, seemingly acknowledging your concerns. He tugged at your bottom lip asking, "Who's goin' to stop me from showin' love to my woman?" He cocked his thin eyebrow, waiting on an answer to his rhetorical question then continued his pleasurable assault between your lips, his thick tongue dancing around yours. You melted into his touch, muscles relaxed and meshed into him like soft wax. Finally, he pulled away for good—lips swollen and glossed from spit.

"So pretty. 'Taste sweet, Peach"

You fake gasped, your palms hiding your gaped mouth, “Don’t be stealin’ Ony’s pet names. You know how he gets!”

He chuckles, aged joints popping as he stands at full height. “You’ right about that. Speakin’ of—Ony had his panties in a bunch since we woke up. ‘Don’t know what’s wrong with him.”

“Maybe he’s tired of dealin’ with you and Megumi and wants to see me.”

Onyankopon was definitely tired of dealing with Toji. Him and his nonstop jokes and childish antics under this type of heat? Nah. Nothing was funny in this bipolar weather.

His grin widened.

“‘S ironic that you brought him up, you know,” you quirked an eyebrow as Toji continued, “We’re about to bring Megumi out to the round pen before we’re done out here. Put some clothes on and meet us in the field.”

If your eyes got any wider, they would be rolling around on the porch. “Uh No, Toji. My time in the sun is over. I just want a bubble bath and to lay around inside with Salem and Boa. Maybe even pick back up crocheting. Plus the sky looks like it wants to open up and flood everything in sight!”

“Ten minutes,” He held his palm to you, his thick fingers urging you to stand. You didn’t want to, but the menacing look in his eyes showed that that there were no jokes behind his statements. “That’s the lowest I’m goin’ so you better get up before it jumps to twenty.”

“But I’ve been out here all day!” You whine, your hand falling on top of his. He tugged you up with ease and held you upright while you continued protested.

“You’ve been out here for not even five minutes, ⧼★⧽. Stop bein’ dramatic,” Toji deadpanned, officially leaving you by yourself on warm wood.

“Oh whatever—!” Before you could counter, he was already states away from you and towards the field. Even his jog was attractive—heavy muscles flexing under his shadow shaded clothes. He turned to find you still standing and chuckled. Cupping his hands around his lips he yelled, “Bring your ass before I get Onyankopon to sic you!”

You grinned, wiping the pending sweat puddling at your hairline. Ten more minutes.

It wasn’t ten minutes. Let’s try an hour and twenty minutes.

With the sun shining, still etching itself deep into your skin like a scar, the last thing you wanted to be doing was getting acquainted with a horse who couldn’t care less about your existence. Toji sits behind you, his weighted pelvis rocking against yours with the slow and steady stride of his horse—the metal plate of his sizzling belt buckle knocking against the top of your clothed ass crack. An earthly, tobacco scent mixed with a hint of sweetness from your vanilla perfume, that hadn’t melted off, trailing behind closely like a cape.

Wearing black in the sun’s presence was a disaster just itching to happen, so questioning Toji’s motives for wearing not only a long sleeved black tee, but jeans to match wasn’t frowned upon. His top hugged tightly against his sweat glazed tanned skin, threatening to rip with any sudden movement. Heavy strokes from his tattoos peeked just under the neckline of his shirt—almost giving the illusion that it was an extension of his top. If you were being honest, his poor choice of an outfit just brought extra heat, and it was being placed directly on your shoulders.

"Hol' on tight to the reins, Sweets. Take control. Meg’s not goin’ to take you seriously if ya’ scared of him.”

Barking orders around wasn’t anything new, these animals would walk all over him if authority wasn’t latched on to his voice—doing it for hours on end with cigarettes being chain-smoked in between is what’s fucking him up. Anytime he spoke, it felt like a microphone needed to be lodged down his throat to chase each whispered word. It’s only getting worse with each passing minute.

"There you go. Good joooob,” He praised, voice coming out winded, “You’re gettin' better at this, you ain't ridin’ while we sleepin'? Sure seems like it."

Rough hands were tight around your waist, giving you reassuring squeezes whenever you whimpered in doubt, which was every other second. Toji felt the fear latching onto your bones under your embrace—he could see the worry painted on your face from the moon, but the only thing to shake that said fear was to face it head on.

"M'sure..."

Stallions were naturally aggressive and not easy going with new people, especially Toji’s furry friend here. You’ve witnessed Megumi take that extra mile to be by himself—stationed in the corner glaring menacingly at the town below. And doing something he didn’t want to do sparked pure chaos.

You knew it was a pending problem with him when both Onyankopon and Toji had to stand close while Dr. Shiu performed his first of many monthly routine exams.

Megumi stomped his heavy hooves with anger at every gloved touch that graced his silky black fur, nipped at the doctor whenever he was in view, and whipped his tail when he was certain something was there to be strucked—almost like a child throwing a tantrum. You've seen plenty of horses come and go, all with different personalities that molded them differently from their counterparts—but none as special as Megumi.

With checkups becoming increasingly common, Megumi no longer acted an ass when it was time to be examined, but that day has been stamped into your brain like a tattoo. Being on the receiving end of his violence was not on your to-do list. Not not. Not ever.

"Toji-Bear?"

With your voice soft as a pillow, below a whisper and coiled tight in concern, you almost mirrored Toji’s hoarseness. He replied with a curious hum, pierced ear pressing against your warm cheek to better understand what you were saying. "He's not gonna hurt me, right?"

Toji confidently reassured you, replying in a hum, "He ain't gonna hurt you, Sweetheart. Pon and I trained him well since that day. Ain't that right?"

"Mhm," Onyankopon responded with a confident hum, "He's only aggressive with male horses and red balloons, Peach," A thin piece of hay dangled from his plump two toned lips. He stood leaning against the wooden fence— tone, tatted arms peaked from his white tea. His dark brown eyes stalked you like a hawk from afar. "If you’ ain’t either of those things then you'll be juuus' fine."

"’Kay... if you say so," Unsureness intertwined tightly around your words—in result, your grip on the reins were much tighter.

Riding around in circles with heavy supervision was a traditional practice that happened roughly twice a week. Sometimes it was your personal horses from the stable, others it was mounts who needed temporary assistance while they healed from minor surgeries. From what Onyokapon told you, doing this was beneficial and helped you get comfortable enough to ride on your own— climbing your way up to possibly helping out in the field if needed. You, on the other hand, hated it. Horses were their thing, not yours.

Whenever Toji received the horse as a gift, the handler informed him about his aggression towards all other animals and humans. Although he didn't specify on why, Toji assumed it had something to do with his previous owners mistreating him.

"Let's just say Megumi had a hard upbringing..." The handler expressed, eyebrows folded across his forehead. He was cautious with his brushing, afraid of any sudden movements from the horse.

Heavy hands weighed at Onyokopon's hips, chocolate dipped eyes squinting from the sun, "You don't say. ‘Boy can barely stop shakin’, Toj’,"

Toji gave a nod, eyeing the handler. “I see. Shakin’ like a rookie stripper.”

Toji hesitated touching Megumi, his covered fiery gaze turning Toji’s movements into stone. Scarred whip marks littered his backside and sides. The supposed silky black mane was a complete overgrown mess covering his curious eyes. Each sudden movement caused the colt to jerk in fear—sometimes going as far as lunging towards you as an act to protect himself. Megumi’s ribs were prominent from a skyscraper with mountains of flies dancing on his sunken stomach. He limped when he walked, overgrown hooves making it impossible for comfort.

“—Y’all don’t take care of him? Seems like y’all contributin’ to the rough upbringin’ if you ask me.” Onyankopon couldn’t help the anger in his voice. Still, he kept his voice level down to keep the horse at bay.

“Well, we have. He’s just… well— aggressive.” As if on que, the horse jumped forward causing the handler to quite literally jump into Onyakopon’s arms for protection.

For a good three years Onyankopon, Toji, and Dr. Shiu were the only people the horse became accustomed to. Building trust and loyalty took time and effort, but it was worth it in the long run. Your lovers took time to learn their pet, informing themselves about what Megumi adorned and highly disliked.

It came as little surprise that he disliked almost everything.

Except brushes.

Megumi became accustomed to his daily brushes—looked forward to them, actually. Onyankopon thinks it's a sensory thing, the bristles bringing a sense of peace to melt throughout his body.

"Give it 'bout three more months and Megumi will be out there with all the mares. Maybe get some kids out of ‘em. Hopefully make some profit."

"Yeah," Ony agreed, feeding a fistful of hay to Megumi, "Maybe even introduce him to Peach, see how he responds to her."

You rejected immediately, bringing up the situation with Shiu and how uncomfortable it made you feel. They understood, Onyokopon even considered postponing the meeting to a couple months later, but of course that didn’t happen. You were face to face with him ten minutes later. You could’ve sworn Megumi rolled his eyes when Toji was introducing him to you.

“He looks so angry, Ony-baby.” looking up through your lashes usually got you out of situations you didn’t want to be in. You swayed your hips more, even sticking your lip out a little far to catch his attention. He didn’t crack—not even a twitch in his tired eyes. His scold deepened as he rolled his eyes.

“Girl, please. ‘M not Toji. That shit didn’t work on me. Hop on.”You groaned dramatically as you were helped onto the animal.

All was well. The key word was. Not even two minutes and Megumi was already rising on his hind legs in an attempt to get you to unattached.

You thought it was your time, that he was going to somehow do a backflip and crush you to death under his weight. You yelped loudly, only adding fuel to the growing flames. Ony was quick on his feet, speaking slowly and softly to the horse as Toji pried you from his back.

The incident was brought up to Shiu and he said that you were still a stranger to him—He wasn’t familiar enough with you therefore he didn’t trust you. From that day forth, anytime Megumi was brought out, you were there.

His feedings? You were stuffing handfuls of hay in his puffy cheeks. You lead him with Toji but refuse to hold the reins and kept your distance.

What really got Megumi to gradually grow interested in you was your brushes. Really, it was your nails raking up and down his fur. You did it absentmindedly when feeding him—your finger tickled the spot just between his eyes. Up and down, up and down.

You didn’t notice that he was enjoying it until Toji pointed out that he leaned his head towards you.

“R-really? Thought he was jus’ rushing me.” You turned to the horse as he eyed the hay in your palm, “You like my nails, Megumi?” As if he could respond.

You shifted your body slightly, your legs becoming static from the extended horse ride. The clouds containing the storm were now minutes away, the smell of rain overpowering the scattered horse poop.

"I think she's 'bout ready to ride by herself, Toj’. Whatchu’ think?"

Toji hums, his fingers drumming at your hips, "You can think about it all you want, it's her that has the final say.”

"I can handle it," you answered, "I'm pretty confident... I think."

“You think?”

“Maybe a few more weeks, Peach.”

The wind picked up, the trees in the distance almost uprooting from the soil. Thunder cracked in the distance causing some of the horses to find shelter.

Sloppy, hot kisses placed on the underside of your slacked jaw made it hard to concentrate. Your pout deepened each time he bottomed out—your eyebrows could almost replace your eyelids with how low they drifted.

“Oh—oh! You make me feel so so so so good, ‘my gosh, Zoro!” You were starting to lose yourself in pleasure. Second by second your sentences trailed off into mindless babbling that had your boyfriend grinning from ear to ear.

Shared juices pooled between your trembling thighs, dripping slowly towards the creaking springs of the aged mattress. If he wasn’t speaking directly into your ear, muttering sentences that’ll definitely make you heat up in the face when brought up later, then he was moaning aloud, his sounds meshing seamlessly salty sea breeze that swallowed you whole. When he became this needy, his unapologetic ways were the talk of the night.

“Yea? I bet I do. ‘Can barely feel you, this pretty pussy is drownin’ me.”

“Mmm! Mmm! Sorry. M’sorry, Zoro.”

Yeah. You’re gone. “Don’t apologize for missin’ me, Pretty Girl.”

You nodded, your manicured fingers wrapped tight around your ankles, occasionally cradling the soles of your feet, earning praises from above when you pulled them back further. Further. And further. Your flexibility always amazed him; it’s how you were able to bend in the most difficult positions that’ll make him tap out if performed on him.

“You’re so deep!” Your whines curled tightly into his lingering moans—strangling tightly like a starving Boa.

“Mhm. I’m hittin’ that spot, huh?”

His golden earrings rings created a low hum, each sway of his hips creating a custom jingle. The tips of his forest colored hair dripped sluggishly with lukewarm water from his earlier shower, the water ultimately pooling between the weight of your rocking tits. You nodded once more as your face grew warmer from his lingering stares.

“You’re doin’ so good, Pretty Girl. So fuckin’ good,” Oversized canines flashed in darkness as he grinned. You replied in another whiny tone when his hips broke through his previous set rhythm. The obnoxious squish followed by your pussy farting had you looking down in pure horror, only to find Zoro’s entire cock drenched in a milky white trench coat.

“Oh m-my gosh.”

“Told you. Ya’ soakin’ me.”

The lower half of his happy trail mirrored your landing strip: matted with creamy love. A mixture between spit and mixed cum coated you both in a laminated mess, glimmering dimly under the moonlight.

“‘Member when you could only take half? Hah!—Now my Pretty Girl takin’ the whole. Damn. Thing!”

Zoro peppered kisses along the sweaty bridge of your nose, gliding up slowly until he left a trail of love to your furrowed brows.

“Gonna’ get wrinkles if you don’t stop that.”

You think you’re worried about what your face looks like right now? He’s handshaking you from the inside—touching places that you didn’t even know lingered deep beneath the surface—the last thing you were thinking about was your wrinkles.

Deep breaths hesitate from escaping the comfort of your lungs. Tear brimmed eyes shielded by the heaviness of your eyelids and tear filled full lashes. Even though you were incapable of responding with words, Zoro knew exactly what you were trying to convey back to him. Not a single inch of his manhood went untouched by your warm, creamy embrace—somehow digging deeper with every thrust.

“You’re about to cum again, huh? Yea you are, I see written all over that pretty face.”

You were in fact about to cum—soak him, actually. Again.

Your fingers quickly untangle from your ankles and find comfort on his shoulders that tripled in size since his two long years in the shadows. He was hot and heavy against your chest—his breathing erratic just as yours was.

“Love you. Love you somuch!”

Absence definitely makes the heart grow fonder—and your pussy noticeably wetter.

From the moment you stepped from the ship you were on a mission to locate your boyfriend and fuck him silly—sea legs and all. For a split second you didn’t even recognize him, his frame wider—his scowl meaner. He walked with a type of confidence that made everyone stop and stare. His open yukata created a deep V, down his heavy chest, showcasing the discolored scar that decorated his toned torso. A dark green jittoku haori swayed gently in a breeze that carried his scent directly to you.

That can’t be him. Can it?

You had your doubts until you heard how he reacted to seeing Sanji. Their bickering started the second they made eye contact, making the townsfolk glance over in horrified confusion. Their yelling crossed over the rippling sea farther than any ship could travel.

The ship's reunitement was short-lived. The moment you all boarded the Thousand Sunny, Zoro couldn’t keep his hands off of you. He wasn’t one for public affection, but he’s waited two years.

Two years too many.

“I need to feel you,” his words fanned across your ear making you squirm under his embrace. He was moist and warm with his towel hanging on by a thread around his thin waist. Not even in your shared room for more than ten seconds—suitcases still packed to the brim, begging to be unpacked, and you were pinned on the wall like decoration.

“Come take me, please,” you’d be lying if you didn’t pick up on his sudden energy shift. His hunger for you was hard to contain, peeking through when his quick pecks turned into deep makeout sessions. You felt the heaviness of his cock through your his pink towel—you stroked what you could through the rough material, earning deep grunts of appreciation. Zoro humped at your palms while feeling for cavities with his tongue, “Missed you so fuckin’ much.”

“‘Missed you more, Zoro.”

You were breathless—head dizzy, damn near seeing double, while your body moved without control. The soft thud of the towel hitting the wood was ignored by your ringing ears. Your soaked panties were crawling midway down your thighs before Robin’s voice broke through the walls.

“Put a cap on it love birds! Dinner is ready!”

Zoro’s movement stiffened and you couldn’t help but to laugh at the defeat in his face. “‘Hate this place sometimes.”

“Aww don’t be like that, Zo’. They missed us. Don’t be the Grinch.”

“‘Grinch because I want to spend time with my woman?” He muttered to himself as he picked up the towel that was dropped without remorse. You on the other hand rushed to the bathroom, cleaning up any remains of the make out session. He followed behind seconds later—his heavy head tucked between his shoulders.

He was trying to make you feel bad.

“Pick your face up, Baby. We have all night to love each other. I’ll even do that thing you like.”

His dark, thin brows rose to his hairline, “The thing with your tongue?”

“Mhm!”

Dinner was eventful. Everyone had their stories to share, their scars to show off, their battles to brag about and yet, Zoro’s attention was set on you. Sake pooled at his lips with every swig—his heavy, pink tongue chasing after the abandoned alcohol. Even with a single eye, his gaze held the sights of millions.

Overlapping chatter and the scratching of metal against vintage porcelain and still you heard the heavy thud of your heartbeat. You shifted in your seat—your fork poking at some poor sea creature Sanji decided to experiment with.

The soft thud of the glass hitting the table top was the last thing you heard before you were suddenly in the air and balanced on his broad shoulder.

“Dinner’s over. Good night,” your sudden dismissal didn’t shock the crew at all, in fact, Nami was collecting berries around the table from the bet they all placed earlier that day; to see how long you and Zoro could go without having sex.

The moment the door clicked shut he was on you like white on rice—sucking, kissing, biting anything that was in his line of sight.

“‘M not holdin’ back.”

“Don’t.”

Round after round, orgasm after orgasm—his dick stood tall, the only difference is it was getting wetter after every round.

His hands traced invisible lines up your trembling thighs, past the underside of your knees to your ankles—where he pinned them. Suddenly he dropped his hips with so much force the bed started to shift in the direction he was humping.

“O-ooh! Z-Z’ro!”

Your body was angled just right to where he was hitting that spot just inches away from your cervix. Zoro nipped at your throat before quickly chasing it with kisses, almost like he’s remembering he has to be gentle.

“Don’t stop, hhmp! Zoro… right there!”

He hummed, his warm tongue tracing over the bulging veins in your neck, “Wasn’t plannin’ on it, Love.”

You felt the ship sway with the aid of your boyfriend’s strokes—the realization making him grin arrogantly. One thing you did notice is that his stamina definitely increased, usually he’d be approaching his last rounds but with how energetic he felt, he could go for days.

“Give it to me, Baby. You’re goin’ to let me have it?”

You started to reply—only for all of the air to be sucked out of your lungs in a matter of milliseconds. A sudden stream of tears flowed to your ears as orgasm fully took over. Your breathing stopped completely, almost you were frozen in time. The feeling was so intense—your vision blurred into black and white dots while a high pitched ringing noise flossed through your eardrums.

Still, his hips kept moving. Each time he pulled out, a steady stream of your wetness was chasing after him so desperately.

“Yeaaah, there you go. My pretty girl.”

Then—you found your voice—only to let out the loudest moan of the entire night, “Ooo fhuck meee!”

Your fingers raked at his soaked abs, desperately hoping to slow him down so you could properly function. He eventually took the hint—his hips slowing down until he was just sitting inside of you.

“That was a big one. Biggest one you had since… ever.”

He trailed kisses along your calfs that were still shaking by the revolutionary orgasm. Your chest heaved heavily as you tried to catch your breath that was just out of reach.

“I feel so floaty, ‘Noa. Hold me, please.”

The slight wobble in your bottom lip and urgency in your tone had his eyebrows folded in concern. His warm embrace washed over you like the sea you’ve become accustomed to. It wasn’t uncommon for you to cry after sex—hell, Zoro would be concerned if you didn’t. It was the call of his first name that had him hooked. He only heard it from you when you were swimming deep in crashing waves of emotions.

“‘Missed you s’much,,” You whispered in between sobs, “I don’t ever want to be apart from you again. Ever.”

“Hey hey, look at me,” his thumb chased after the hot, heavy tears that were booking it around your face. You leaned into his palm—even peppered kissed across the rough, warm flesh. “If you think you’re leavin’ my line of sight, then you have lost your mind. I’m never leavin’ you and you’re never leavin’ me. I can promise you that.”

You nodded, bottom lip still trembling, “Promise?”