“Oi Zoro, have you seen someone with the… uhm, half-moon tattoo?” you ask him, coming closer to him so nobody hears. “Hah?” he queries, lifting his right brow. “Why are we here, you dumb marimo?”

“Oh, right… No. I haven’t seen anybody yet” he says, flashing a sweet smile and that dimple that forms over his left commissure that makes your heart race.

Of course he hasn’t spotted anyone with it yet because he wasn’t even looking for it. But what he is indeed now looking at, is you. You have caught him several times with his gaze over you, but you always dismiss it… probably he is thinking of swords and his eyes aren’t connected at all to his brain.

“Is that a new tattoo?” he asks all of a sudden, making you jump from your wooden seat. “Uh… ah… y-yes?” you mumble, covering your shoulder with your hand noticing Zoro has and is watching you, for real. He noticed there wasn’t a tattoo there before, and so that there is one now there. “Is that a Koi fish? When did you get it?” he asks, tracing the lines over your inked skin as you slowly take your hand off it to show it to him.

“It is uhm…” you begin, but a funny looking guy who people name “Yasuie” interrupts you to point out the exact type of fish… “A Hana Shusui Koi fish”.

You widen your eyes, there was no need to specify that the fish was indeed a Shusui… “Y-yes… it is” you mumble and proceed quickly to give further information. “I got it last week when we got here” you say, holding your towel around your breasts, praying for him not to notice the exact name of the species of the carp.

“OH, Shusui?! Like my Shusui!” he beams, so happy all of a sudden, a smile so… magical. “Y-yes… I uh… I had no idea it was called a Shusui. I simply picked it because it looked cool, like the ones we saw outside Law’s submarine” you mumble, and lie, because yes, of course you knew and of course you chose it because of him.

Zoro’s facade changed from a relaxed one to a more gleeful one. He seems to be extremely happy of you having a resemblance of his beloved Shusui inked permanently on your skin and couldn't stop looking at the red and white coloured lines that beautifully create the carp.

But you feel like dying, the embarrassment of being observed by him is making you hot -that, and the steam of the place- and it affects you so much your cheeks become redder than the blood on your veins. “Uh… Zoro, M’gonna go to the showers to cool off, I’m really hot” you inform him, standing up, carefully holding the towel so it doesn’t fall.

He looks at you, a white towel over his head rests so carefree. Beads of sweat run through his temples into his neck and from there to his chest. His arms spread at each side, taking up the space of more than two men, while you take space of a half.

“Let me help you” he says, stretching his hand to you so you could walk past him and not trip with the many legs of people around you. Your palm barely grazes his hand, and it feels like a vibrating sensation. Why it is and how this happens, you don’t know. But probably has to do with power… who knows?

Of course, even if he is still acting relaxed you know his gaze is fixed on your figure leaving the place and heading to the showers. If there is something that Zoro will always be for you and the whole crew is a protector.

The cold water from the nozzle almost produces steam when it touches your skin. You keep your eyes closed as it eases the heat of your whole body, but soon images of Zoro’s sinful embodiment come to your memory. He, who has had no problem at all taking his kimono off in front of you. He, who shows so proud his back, no scars, the pride of a swordsman. The beads of sweat running from his chest down, down, until they disappear inside the only towel that’s covering his manhood. The little green happy trail down his belly button…

“Lord, (Name). What’s wrong with you? He is your nakama, your vice-captain!” you scold yourself and drain the excess water off your hair. You tuck a new fresh towel around you and you are ready to see if you could find allies, after all that’s your mission.

You put a foot off the shower and someone suddenly snatches from your arm. “WHAT THE FUCK?!” you scream, desperately to realize the one pulling from you is no other than Zoro. “Marimo, what the hell?”.

“No time to explain, shut up and don’t call me by my name” he says, looking everywhere running -and pulling from you- through the long halls of the bath house. “We need a place to hide” he mumbles. “Hide? Are you kidding me? You?” you ask, genuinely confused because Zoro never runs away from the enemies.

You are really worried by now because; first, he is leading the way and you know how that usually ends and second, your towel keeps sliding off because of you running.

You soon get to the end of the hall, where the doors are now made out of thick wood and seem private because they don’t even have windows. Zoro tries to open them up, but all of them are locked, except for the last one.

“THE FUCK, MARIMO? WHAT IF THIS IS PRIVATE PROPERTY!” you protest but you don’t even have time to say no, because you are quickly pushed inside.

He closes the door behind him, using the little key that rests on the clench. Double loop so it’s safe and secure.

Inside, you found a little pool, an onsen, just for no more than a couple of people. Next to it, a big glass window shows the hill where the Shogun’s castle is located, and even further up Mount Fuji showing its snowed peak.

But what catches your attention is for sure the weird looking… sofa? next to it. Red shiny material covers a suspicious looking couch. It has a “S” form and it does not look like a comfortable chair to sit on…

“Z-oro… what the heck?” you mumble, turning around to see him placing his ear on the door. “SH! They are looking for me” “WHO?” “The police”.

You can’t help but laugh, he is running away from the police? Is this new? Since when he has been afraid of anyone. “Listen, they are looking for me but I wasn’t next to you and I was afraid they could do something to you while showering. That’s why I came looking for you” he tells you, straight and shamelessly. “I know I can beat them all, but for the sake of your integrity -and the plan, that I’ve already fucked up- I can’t keep creating chaos”

Well, he is not an idiot and he hasn’t ever been one. Zoro cares for you, like no other. And also, he is usually the one telling your dork captain when he should become serious and when not. And if he is telling you this, he is probably right…

“ZORO-JURO WHERE YOU ARE!! YOU WILL BE EXECUTED WITH A PAINFUL DEATH!” a bunch of men shout from outside; you could even hear the many steps of their heavy getas against the floor coming closer.

“Damn they are too many, I don’t have my katanas here” he mumbles, not so worried since his blades were securely stored inside the chests, they give you at the entrance. You widen your eyes, if Zoro is worried, you should be too (a lot more than him, actually).

He comes closer to you, “let’s jump off the window” he says, looking through it. “Zoro, look closely” you tell him, pointing at the many guards that are waiting outside.

The steel eyes of the swordsman scans the place, and you could tell he is trying to think of a plan. Guards hitting the doors, asking for people to open up.

Zoro pushes you to the onsen and he goes inside too. He sits down allowing the water to cover up until his waist and brings you closer, making you sit over his lap. “Fake it, they won’t enter if you are moaning” he whispers, now because he knows the guards are a few doors close.

“Fake it” he suddenly says.

“What?” you ask, absolutely confused.

“This is a private sex room, fake it”

“A WHAT?”

You are out of words; your mouth opens and closes like a fish but no sound is coming out from it. “I will too” he mumbles, nose and cheeks tinted in pink.

“Fine” you mouth, covering your face, even redder than his.

“Nmhg…” you moan.

“Louder” he commands.

“Mhj” you whine.

His eye fixes on yours, as he grunts softly. You make him do it louder as now the many hands of the policemen are hitting your door.

You moan, and he does too. Louder, exaggerated, as if you were having intercourse, as if his growing sex were inside you. Your belly goes up and down, as well as his. He smirks, and you do too.

The sweet melody of his husky grunts and your whimpering noises, others hearing you two “fuck”, the way you are slowly humping over his lap and how hard you feel he is getting under that little towel… is this still an acting?

Suddenly you hear “OPEN UP!” and the door opening. In a sudden movement, who knows if it was to protect your lives or just because you needed to, you take your towel off and covered his green hair with it. Even if your body wouldn’t be enough to cover him up completely, his face, his hair and his chest was completely hidden by your nudity.

You begin to jump faster over his lap, and his calloused hands grab your ribs to help you go. You moan, breasts jumping so close to his face, the astonished guards behind you remain silent.

You keep going, biting your lip with eyes fixed on his icy stare. He sighs loudly, because your humping is killing him, your beautiful anatomy all before his eyes, the way the water splashes all around. “Don’t stop” he mouths. “I won’t…” you mouth back.

“You voyeuristic idiots, don’t you see they are fucking? That fucking ronin is obviously running from here by now” one of the policeman shouts, pushing their colleagues out and closing the door.

You keep moaning until their steps get far enough. And when they can’t be heard any longer you stop it, letting yourself rest for a little over his chest. “Ugh…” you grunt, slowly realizing Zoro is still panting, carving his hands around your waist, pushing you down and against his sex.

“Please” he begs. “Please… keep going.”

The green haired samurai, completely lost in the need of drowning his lustful demands, kisses your tattooed shoulder. You slowly stand a little back, as horny -or even more- as him, biting your lip, questioning yourself if this is correct or not…

His hand travels all through your spine until the small of your back. “Please” once again, he pleads, half smirking, half dizzy. “I can’t take it anymore…”

You can feel his throbbing member against your sex, even under water, and you wonder if you are able to take him all inside being so small compared to him. But guess you are about to find out…

He snakes his arm around your waist, helping you stand enough for him to guide his dick inside your entrance. “Ready? I’m afraid of breaking you in half, you are so tiny” he whispers, and you, absolutely lost in the pleasure of feeling just the tip inside, nod. “Y-yes… fuck me, please”

The moment he pushes you against him, you feel your walls stretch and the heavenly sensation of being full, so damn full. His hips move up and down, an increasing hammering motion, killing you softly at first, and faster, oh so faster, after.

His lips trap your nipples, your brush his wet green hair back as you feel in your womb a delightful pressure and walls that clench to his rhythm.

Heart racing, beautiful fusion of flesh and soul. Lips grazing, kisses cut short but whines and moans. “I … I can’t stop myself” he mumbles, in between grunts. “Then don’t, don’t you ever stop”...

And in fact, he couldn’t stop himself. And you either.

Placing a sweet kiss on your tattooed shoulder, he rejoices in the way you reach climax with your head thrown back and his fingers through your hair. He follows you, sealing the encounter with his release.

“I could have totally beaten them with my bare hands, you know” he confesses, while you rest over his chest and he caresses your back, in a protective motion still inside you. “I know, you are worth two hundred men. Also, I knew the damn fish was called Shusui” you reveal.

“Also… I'm in love with you”