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waking up with an ache between your thighs has been a consistent problem for you ever since he's been gone with aang. for the first week or two, your celibacy wasn't difficult. you missed him, not the sex...

...is what you'd say if you wanted to be sweet. but shit isn't cute when you're horny and your fingers just aren't reaching the same depths as his cock! so naturally, when your ravishingly handsome returned home, you had your fill.

or so you thought. it's 2:51 am when your eyes open, the sleep leaving your body disappointingly fast. you know you won't be able to fall back asleep for quite a while now. attempting to sit up, the weight of his arm drags you back down. right. he's back.

smiling to yourself, you roll over to face his sleeping form, softening at the sight of him. eyes shut, lips gently parted, hair loosely put up. you press yourself against him, pillowing your head on his bicep.

his chest rises and falls slowly, consciousness busy in a world of his own making. you shift closer, pressing yourself against him completely, peppering light kisses across his face. he lets out a faint hum, arm tightening around your waist.

it started off innocent, your desire for closeness—you swear! but with his shirtless body pressed against you, his scent, his arm wrapped around you...it's not your fault that you're starting to get worked up.

at first, you decided that you'd deal with it on your own. before he'd passed out, he'd spent quite a bit of time and energy in satisfying you, even after his tiring trip. slowly shimmying out of his hold, you put some distance between the two of you, laying flat on your back.

you slide your hand between your legs, finding yourself wet. gathering up your slick, you start to circle your swollen clit, but huff out of frustration at the dull feeling. you abused the poor bundle of nerves a little too much over the past couple of hours, and now it just doesn't feel as good.

moving your fingers lower, you slide two into your entrance, curling them upwards. you feel a jolt of pleasure, but it's gone just as quick. you keep this up for the next couple of minutes until you're left overheating, sweaty, and frustrated.

sitting up, you toss the blanket off your body, turning your gaze to zuko. you feel bad, seeing how peaceful he looks right now, but you just can't help yourself. not to mention, he has said in the past that he would be okay with you waking him up for sex...

biting your lip, you shift closer, kissing his cheek. "my love," you murmur. he hums again, shifting onto his back, still asleep. you move lower, slowly running your hands down his shirtless body. he twitches a bit as you get down to his pants, slowly tugging them low enough for his cock to spring free.

you begin slowly stroking it, watching it begin to harden under your touch. you lean down, kissing the tip, eyes focused on his face to see if he's aware of what's happening yet. he's still asleep, so you pick up your efforts. you take half of his length into your mouth, wrapping your tongue around it, slowly moving your head.

little by little, his breathing starts to become shallow, and he moves around a bit. you pick up your pace, and are met with his familiar voice. "[name]...?" he mumbles groggily, his bleary eyes opening.

you hum around his cock and he groans, his head falling back. "what- haah...what are you doing...?" he pants, his hand gently sliding into your hair. you pull back, going back to stroking him. "m'sorry. do you want me to stop?" you ask, tilting your head. he chuckles breathlessly, lifting his head up to look down at you again. "no...just a little surprised."

you smile, kissing his tip. "need you, zuko...please." you whisper, slowly rising to hover over him. he blinks the sleepiness away, his hands moving down to cup your hips. "mm, of course, my love..." he hums, dragging you closer.

you straddle him, pressing your lips to his gently. he returns the kiss, one hand sliding up your back and coming to rest on the back of your neck. you quickly deepen the kiss, gently biting down on his lip. he whines a little, parting his lips to let your tongue invade his mouth.

you start grinding your hips back against his already hard cock, dragging your clothed cunt over his length. he moans quietly, hips jerking up. "god, i can feel how wet you are..." he breathes. "you've become so much needier." he teases.

"whose fault is that?" you mumble, kissing down his neck. he hums, tilting his head back. "i know—it's mine. so i have to make it up to you, hm?" he smiles, rolling the two of you over. you giggle, legs bracketing his hips. he smiles, pushing his boxers off all the way. "don't worry. i've thought about this a lot too." he whispers, starting to kiss your neck.

as he sucks and mouths at your sensitive skin, his hands move down to undo your robe, letting it fall open. "god..." he murmurs, pulling back to look at you. "my beautiful wife." he coos, starting to kiss down your chest. you exhale shakily, sliding your hand into his hair, letting it fall out of its loose bun. you look down at him, meeting his golden eyes that see you and only you.

his warm mouth gently descends onto your breast, tongue probing at your nipple. you whine quietly, arching a little. as he lavishes attention on your breasts, his left hand slides between your legs, gathering your slick. you gasp shakily when he touches your sensitive clit, head falling back.

after a few minutes of that, he slowly begins moving south again, kissing along your stomach. you suck in a breath, gently pushing his hair out of his face. he smiles, hands coming to hold your thighs. he nuzzles against your right thigh, pressing kisses to it, keeping it sweet and soft. you huff, hips bucking a little. "zukooo..." you whine. you appreciate his loving touches—really, you do. but right now, you want him to fuck you.

he chuckles quietly, pressing one last kiss to your thigh before burying his face into your cunt. you moan, back arching up off the bed, thighs clamping down around his head. he eats you out like a man starved, messy and needy, hands on your thighs trying to pull you impossibly close.

all too quickly, it becomes too much. you start trying to run from the overwhelming pleasure, but zuko doesn't let you. before you know it, your orgasm hits you like a wave, his name leaving your mouth in a desperate moan.

he helps you ride through your orgasm, leaving one final kiss to your clit before pushing himself up onto his forearms, his hips nudging yours. "good?" he murmurs. "mhmmm...but i want you, baby." you pant. he smiles, kissing the corner of your mouth.

he guides his cock to your entrance, rubbing his tip against your slit to gather the wetness, before pressing it against you. "you ready?" he asks gently, pressing his forehead to yours. you nod, wrapping your legs against his waist. he slowly pushes in, each inch stretching you deliciously. you mewl, hips lifting up to meet him halfway.

once he bottoms out, he goes still, burying his face into your neck. "fuck..." he pants, pulling out almost entirely, before slamming back in. you gasp, nails digging into his back. "zuko-! fuck..." you cry out, holding onto him desperately as he sets a punishing pace.

he reaches down, rubbing at your clit, mouthing at your neck. already sensitive from your previous orgasms from now and a few hours before, you whimper out his name. he pulls his fingers away, sliding them into your mouth as he continues to fuck you.

you suck on his fingers, tasting yourself on them. he groans—from both the pleasure he feels, and from the pornographic sight of you sucking on his fingers like it's your favorite thing in the whole world.

"mm..." you release his fingers, brows furrowing. "i'm close- fuckfuckfuckfuck, please zuko.." you pant. "it's okay. it's okay, me too. just come for me." he encourages, pushing your thighs up to put you into a deep mating press.

it's not long before another orgasm washes over you, your pussy clamping down on his cock. he whimpers, continuing to thrust messily into you as he spills inside of you, hips jerking a little before he goes limp. he lets your legs stretch out before he flops onto you, panting against your neck.

you exhale deeply, playing with his hair. "that was nice." you muse, earning a snort. "so casual." he teases, kissing your shoulder.

a/n: new zuko fic up, go look!!

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you and sasuke have always had a very secure relationship. entering your junior year of college, you feel more than a little lucky to still be with the same boy you fell for when you were 17. despite all the warnings, playful and serious, there’ve been nary any problems that college has thrown your way aside from a few disagreements here and there. andhistotallyhotroommate. 

megumi had been random at first. just the guy sasuke got paired with freshman year. but somehow, over time, they clicked. and the more you got to know him, the more unsettling it became. because “similar” didn’t even begin to cover it. they liked the same things. spoke the same way. carried themselves with that same quiet energy. and worst of all—they looked alike. close enough that sometimes it made your stomach flip around megumi.

close enough that you noticed. close enough that you hated that you noticed. at first, you felt awful about it. guilty in a way that made you wanna vomit. but nothing ever happened, so…it didn’t matter. right? so what if there’s a vibe when you two are alone together? it’s not like you’d cheat on sasuke!

“i have to take this.” sasuke murmurs as his phone rings, getting off the bed. you sit up, nodding once, before letting your eyes fall to megumi. he’s looking at sasuke, who’s stepping out into the hall to pick up the phone, before looking back at the laptop that’s sat on a table between both of their beds. he knows you’re looking, but he’s choosing not to acknowledge it. 

you and megumi have always been…close. at least, close enough—partly due to his friendship with sasuke, partly due to the fact that you’d spent so much time in their dorm during freshman year. it wasn’t weird back then. you’d made sure it wasn’t. but lately…it’s been different. a few months ago, something changed. now, he disappears whenever you show up—stepping out minutes after you arrive, or conveniently not being there at all. the first time you asked sasuke about it, he just shrugged. said he doesn’t think it’s intentional.

maybe it isn’t. maybe you’re imagining it. maybe he really is just busy, and he doesn’t mean to avoid you. which is why you begged sasuke over and over again to set up a movie night or something with the three of you—an excuse to see if megumi would dip once he realized he’d have to be in close proximity to you for a few hours. and considering the awkward, tense, silence in the room, you’re starting to worry that you might be right. “do you…like the movie?” you attempt, reaching over to pause it.

megumi glances at you briefly, then back at the screen. “it’s fine,” he says shortly, picking up his phone. the silence comes back heavier. you exhale through your nose, irritation bubbling up. right. okay. swinging your legs over the side of the bed, you stand and cross the small space between you, dropping onto his mattress without asking.

“you’re being annoying,” you huff. he goes still. it’s subtle, but you catch it—the slight hitch in his breathing, the tension in his shoulders. “I’m not doing anything,” he replies, voice tight. tilting your head, you reach out and snatch his phone from his hands before he can react, already sliding back off the bed. “exactly.” he stands immediately, about to grab it back when sasuke steps back into the dorm. he pauses, eyes flickering between you and megumi.

he doesn’t say anything at first, his gaze lingering on megumi’s phone, before slowly lifting it to your face. then back to megumi. you look back at sasuke, hoping he can’t sense the tension between the two of you. with a flat look, he asks, “what’s going on?” 

you open your mouth, ready to play this off as something unserious—because it is! but the words die down in your throat once you see the way megumi is looking at you. his gaze is fixated on you, almost guilty. not indifferent or avoidant like usual. conflicted. “i was just…” you start, but megumi interrupts. “give me back my phone, [name].” he says quietly, voice monotone.

you don’t. not immediately. because the air in the room shifts, subtly. sasuke exhales, stepping further into the room and locking the door behind him. “you’ve both been weird,” he says, more factually than accusatory. “for a while.”

once again, a defense sits at the tip of your tongue, but you go quiet. you’re unsure what he means. does he sense the discomfort megumi has around you? or does he sense the attraction you have towards megumi? or maybe, it’s your guilty conscience playing tricks and sasuke’s talking about something else entirely.

exhaling quietly, you speak. “he’s been avoiding me,” you mumble, sounding like a kid telling on him. “every time i come over.” you add, eyes flicking back to megumi. sasuke’s gaze shifts back to him too, causing his jaw to tighten. “...i haven’t.” “you have.” you push, setting his phone down. “you always leave. or you just aren’t here. and you can’t even sit in a room with me without acting like-” you cut yourself off with a groan. “acting like what?” megumi cuts in, voice sharper. you hesitate. because you do notttt have a safe answer. 

sasuke watches the exchange carefully, head tilting slightly. his eyes narrow—not in anger, but in focus. like he’s piecing together a puzzle of some sort. “say it.” he says, quieter this time, to you. your heart stutters and you look between the two again, swallowing harshly. fuck, what do you even say? i think your roommate wants to fuck me, and i think i want that too? you could lose sasuke over this. you could lose megumi over this. they could lose each other over this! so much for your playful teasing.

giving one last look to megumi, you fully face sasuke. “...like he has a reason to avoid me or something.” you force out, feeling your face warm up. god, how self-obsessed! assuming megumi wants you just because he’s been distant? you regret the words as soon as they leave your mouth, but there’s no easy way out now.

megumi lets out a slow breath, dragging a hand through his hair, like he’s debating whether to say something or not. sasuke doesn’t look surprised. that’s what throws you. “...i was wondering how long it would take,” he murmurs. your head snaps toward him. “what?” but he’s not looking at you anymore. he’s looking at megumi. and there’s something almost…knowing in his expression. megumi lets out a quiet, humorless laugh, shaking his head. “don’t.”

“don’t what?” you cut in, confused by the exchange. megumi doesn’t answer, head hanging low, and sasuke smirks. “i think you’re right, [name].” he says, eyes not leaving his roommate. “but i think you’re leaving out the part where you feel the same.”

you freeze, heart dropping. “sasuke, i- what? you’re my boyfriend.” you stammer, stepping towards him. “i know,” he responds calmly, tilting his head. “so you shouldn’t lie.” you feel like you’re going to throw up. he’s definitely going to leave you now. god, you’re so stupid! “sasuke, i don’t-” you cut yourself off, voice shaky, eyes filling with tears. sensing your panic, he steps closer, taking your wrist. “i’m not upset.” he murmurs, thumb rubbing against your skin. you open your mouth to speak but are interrupted by megumi, who stands abruptly. “stop.” sasuke keeps his comforting grip on you, but his attention has shifted again.

megumi drags a hand over his face, frustration written plainly across his features. “you're acting like this is some kind of joke." he mutters. “it’s not.” sasuke replies. “then quit talking about it like you've got it all figured out.” megumi’s eyes finally meet yours.

for months, you'd been trying to figure out why he'd been avoiding you. why conversations had become shorter. why he always seemed to disappear whenever you showed up. now, for the first time, he looks completely honest. “i started avoiding you because i couldn't stop thinking about you.” he says plainly. both you and sasuke are caught off guard by his blunt confession, and megumi can’t meet your eyes anymore. you see the blush dusting his cheeks—the anxiety rolling off him in waves. you’re unsure of what to say. if you say you feel the same, you lose sasuke. if you don’t, you lose megumi. “sasuke-” you turn to look at him.

“i know.” he cuts you off. you blink. “you know?” you ask dumbly. megumi groans, sitting back down. “i told him months ago.” what? you look back at megumi, then sasuke again, gaping at him like a fish. sasuke shrugs lightly. “he thought the solution was to stay away from you.” he explains. “it was.” megumi retorts. “clearly not.”

all this time, while you'd been convinced you were imagining things, the two of them had apparently known exactly what was going on. “you both knew?” you ask. megumi nods reluctantly. sasuke does too. “and nobody thought to tell me?”

“you were happy,” megumi says quietly. “you and sasuke were good. i wasn't going to make things complicated.” you exhale shakily, unsure of what to say. all this time, he wasn’t avoiding you because he disliked you—it was restraint. the silence stretches on as you battle with this whole moment, and megumi laughs under his breath. “this is exactly why i didn’t want to do this.” he mutters. “pretending didn’t help.” sasuke shrugs. “i didn’t tell you because i didn’t see any reason to. but then you started asking about him all the time, and it clicked.” he continues, releasing your wrist. you feel guilt churning in your stomach, the anxiety returning. “i…okay.” you sigh, taking a step back.

both of them watch you as you sit back down onto sasuke’s bed, fidgeting with your fingers in your lap. “i…love you, sasuke.” you begin, looking at him. “but,” your eyes flicker to megumi. “i’m not going to lie and say that i don’t feel anything for megumi. i don’t know if it’s emotional—i don’t think it is.” you mumble, wincing at the last part. way to rip out both of their hearts. “but i am attracted to him. and i have missed him.” you admit.

the confession settles heavily over the room. for a second, nobody says anything. you can't bring yourself to look at megumi anymore. your eyes stay fixed on your hands, twisting together in your lap. the silence feels unbearable.

“okay.” your head snaps up. sasuke is leaning against his desk, arms folded loosely across his chest. he doesn't look angry. if anything, he looks thoughtful. “okay?” you repeat. “yeah.” you stare at him. “that’s all you have to say?” you ask incredulously. “what do you want me to say?” he shrugs. “i don’t know!” you let out a frustrated laugh. “something, sasuke—anything indicative about how this impacts our relationship.” you huff.

“i already knew.” he says simply. your face burns. “but what does that mean?” you ask. “it means if i was going to break up with you over this, i would’ve done it by now.” he says simply. his words make the panic in your chest lessen—just a little. beside him, megumi looks like he'd rather be anywhere else. his jaw is tight. his shoulders are tight. everything about him is tense. you glance over and he immediately looks away.

“say something,” you mumble. megumi lets out a breath. “what am i supposed to say?” he retorts. you shrug helplessly. “i figured if i couldn't handle being around you normally, i should probably stop putting myself in situations where i had to be.” you blink. “that was your solution?” you huff. “it sounded smarter in my head.” despite everything, a laugh escapes you. megumi immediately looks annoyed. 

“what happens now?” you ask quietly. neither answers right away. sasuke's gaze flicks toward megumi. megumi notices. immediately. “no.” he says. “what?” sasuke asks. “no.” he repeats. “you don't even know what i was going to say.”

“i do, actually.” megumi retorts. you stand up, stepping towards them. “what?” you ask, stopping in front of sasuke. he shoots megumi a sideways glance before pulling you close, kissing you. you freeze, caught off guard. you can feel megumi’s gaze on the two of you—the way sasuke is holding you tighter than normal, almost possessive. you break away, a little dazed. “what was that for?” you ask weakly.

megumi looks away. the last twenty minutes have felt like somebody dumped your entire emotional life onto the floor and told you to sort it out. sasuke sighs quietly. “i’m not mad at you.” he assures. “i know.” you respond, confused by his random reassurance. “you clearly don't.” his gaze moves between the two of you before he shakes his head. “you both make this harder than it needs to be.”

“some of us experience human emotions, sasuke.” you huff. “then do something about it.” he murmurs before nudging you towards megumi. you both look at sasuke with wide eyes, while he looks frustratingly casual. “do what?” you ask warily. “kiss him.” he shrugs. “what? no!” you exclaim, blushing profusely. he smirks, tilting his head. “what—did you think we’d act like this conversation never happened?” he questions, tone almost mocking. “sasuke, stop.” megumi says sharply, also flustered. 

sasuke locks eyes with you and a silent moment passes before you exhale, looking back at megumi. he looks a little alarmed, unsure of what you’re thinking. you step closer—testing your limits. he tenses up but he doesn’t stop you when you cup his face, breath fanning his lips. “are you sure?” you whisper, unsure if you’re talking to sasuke or megumi. neither of them reply, though. with a shaky breath, you finally let your lips ghost over megumi’s, and his composure snaps. his hands slide up your body to grip your waist, pressing his mouth against yours, kissing you hard. you gasp against his mouth, struggling to keep up with him. you haven’t kissed anyone aside from sasuke in god knows how long, and you can’t tell if this feels wrong or perfect. 

you let out small whimpers against his mouth, one hand tugging at his hair. you’re acutely aware of sasuke’s gaze on the both of you—guilt and arousal churning in your stomach. you finally break away from megumi, both of you panting softly. you turn around, looking back at sasuke with a dazed expression on your face. he steps closer, cupping your cheek, thumb brushing against your bottom lip. his own lips are parted, breathing a little heavy. “sasuke…” you breathe. he kisses you, sliding his tongue into your mouth. before you can respond, he pulls away again, looking at megumi. a silent understanding passes between the three of you and you slowly take a step back.

you watch with baited breath as the two of them lean in, a slight hesitance present before their lips meet. and that’s when you know—things aren’t going to be the same after this.

a/n: i know this is kind of shit guys that's my bad......this has been sitting in my drafts since like march and i got so sick and tired of it

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Dick Grayson:

Dick is always touching you. You’re not even sure if he realizes it, if he even notices how his hands always wander to your body. You’re hanging out with friends and his hand is on your knee, keeping you from anxiously shaking your leg. You’re driving in his car and he’s tapping his fingers to the rhythm of the song onto your thigh. You’re waiting to get a drink at the bar and his chest is pressed entirely against your back, blocking you from the wandering eyes in the room.

He sings to you constantly. You’re in the car and your favorite song comes on and he’s singing with you, you’re at a store and he’s flashing you a grin and mumbling along to the words. He’s not a half-bad singer either, and the way he seems to mean every damn word makes you dizzy.

Jason Todd:

Jason always gets as close to you as possible, sometimes without even realizing it. If you show him something on your phone, he’s inches away from your back, head dipping into the crook of your neck to squint at your screen. If you’re going to a cafe, he’s sitting in the seat next to you, the side of his thigh touching yours.

He listens so incredibly intently to everything you say, his eyes solely focused on you. He’ll nod along and ask questions and make faces when you tell him about the drama in your personal life. Sometimes his gaze is so intense that you can’t meet his eyes, awkwardly trailing off, face burning from the attention he’s giving you. 

Tim Drake:

Tim says I love you like it’s second nature to him, like it’s the easiest thing in the world. It slips out casually when you’re gaming and save him in game, tumbles off his lips when you show up to class with his favorite soda, it’s said intentionally when you correct him on something he’s wrong about. 

He’s always taking pictures of you, too. Candids of you looking out the window, walking down the street, sipping on your coffee. There’s intentional ones, too. Where he poses you, meticulously angles the camera to capture you through his own eyes. You swear you catch a glimpse of one in his wallet.

Barry Allen:

Barry always holds the door for you, no matter what. He definitely does that thing where if you pull the door open, he places his hand above your head and holds it until you’re all the way through. When he does it, all you can think about is how tall he is and how nice his forearm looks.

On the same note, he’s very subtly protective. If you lean down to grab something, he’s covering the corner of the table with his hand so you don’t bonk your head on it. If he notices your shoelace is untied, he’s bending down and tying it without thinking twice.

Hal Jordan:

Hal teaches you to play pool by putting his hands on your hips and lining up the shot for you. He tries his best to keep his hands away from anything sensitive, but just the very feeling of his warm palms on the sides of your jeans has your stomach doing somersaults.

However, whenever you touch him, he’s sucking in a breath, the tips of his ears turning pink. That sound is like music to your ears, the soundtrack of the time you’ve spent with Hal. It could be anything from you brushing his hand with yours, to you hugging him when you sink a ball in pool, and Hal reacts like that every damn time. 

Wally West:

Wally shares everything with you. He’s so casual with it, bringing his straw up to your lips so you can taste his iced coffee, or feeding you ice cream right off of his spoon without thinking about it. He’ll take sips of your drink, too, drinking out of the exact spot you had been, his lips touching where yours did.

He’s the king of casual intimacy—probably because he doesn’t think until he’s doing it, and then he’s a blushing mess. He grabs your hand to show you something, wraps his arm around you to guide you through a crowd, stands behind you in a line so closely that you can feel the heat radiating off of him.

Roy Harper:

Roy shares clothes with you. He lends you his favorite sweater when it’s cold out and now that’s your sweater. You jokingly steal his hat but he never asks for it back and the next time you hang out, you’re wearing it. You leave your scarf at his place when it’s snowing and the next time you see him, nose pink and cheeks red, he’s got it wrapped around his neck.  He loves it—it’s like his secret little way of claiming you. 

He’s always helping you out in the smallest ways. He opens your water bottle before he hands it to you, holds your bag while you’re trying on clothes. Whenever you ask him for a lighter, he cups his hand over your face and lights your smoke for you while it’s in your mouth. 

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so now here you were as promised, just about to set foot on sabaody, the place where everything had gone awry. and to your surprise, there was no disquietude within you — just a longing to finally reunite with your beloved crew.

in particular, you were looking forward to meet with your dear marimo again. you had always wondered how much he would have changed after all this time apart — had he grown any bigger since you'd last met? had his voice changed whatsoever, or was it still just as mellow as you remembered it to be? had he become more outgoing, or was he still the stoic yet sweet man you'd come to fall for?

only time would tell.

you were scuttling around sabaody, desperate to find any of your crew members — though it was obvious that you were looking for a certain green-haired man as your heart thrummed erratically at the thought of seeing him.

so of course, you went inside every bar you came across, hoping to see that tuft of green in your view. but so far, you'd been to nearly twenty of them and hadn't seen him in any single one of them! it was beginning to aggravate you and you told yourself that you were going to bite his head off the second you were face to face with him!（a little vow that you did not keep!）

you noticed the sun was soon about to set and with a defeated sigh, you decided to turn yourself in for the night and continue this hunt of yours for the next day. as you headed towards your abode, a voice called out behind you. a voice that you knew all too well . . . one that gave you butterflies every time you heard it and made your mind giddy with delight.

zoro . . . there he stood behind you. with the sweetest shy expression you'd ever seen him wear, clutching on to a bouquet of prettily arranged flowers, all in your favourite colours. "hi there." he said, a pink hue dusting his cheeks as well as the tip of his nose.

you practically leaped into his arms, holding onto him so tight as if you were afraid he would be gone again. and he held you in the same manner, close and dear, making up for the all the time you two had lost with each other.

it was you to first pull away, cupping his face in your hands. which was when you noticed the scar that was carved over his left eye. your thumb grazed it over with a touch so feather-like, he barely even felt it. "it doesn't hurt at all, don't worry." zoro reassured you, dragging his own thumb across your face, besotted by how soft your skin still felt under his skin.

it was like you had been in his arms just a few days ago, laying underneath the pretty moonlight, picturing what the future held for him and for you together.

"hope you didn't miss me too much." he teased, planting a gentle kiss in the middle of your temple. you simply rolled your eyes at his lame joke but that still didn't stop the wide smile that stretched across your features, this giddy feeling surging throughout your entire body.

"i suppose those are for me then." you mused, locking your eyes onto the large bouquet in zoro's hands. he nodded sheepishly, handing it over to you with a look scrawled across his face like he'd been caught doing something naughty.

"hope you didn't steal them." you giggled, taking a sniff of the fragrant flowers. he just rolled his eyes, lightly pinching your sides, "no i didn't. i'm not that kinda pirate."

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as the night dwindled on, the two of you had found yourselves at shakky's bar, quickly finding out that the owner had quite a fondness for your straw hat captain. so she'd been gracious enough to let the both of you take whatever you'd like, free of cost. how were you supposed to turn down such a generous offer?

"so you'd been training with the dracule mihawk?!" you spat in disbelief. that explained zoro's drastic change in build . . . not that you were complaining — not in the slightest! especially after seeing his bare chest, so broad and sturdy. you were really restraining yourself from pouncing on him then and there!

"the one and only." he said, mindlessly tracing circles on your thighs. an endearing little habit of his that you had missed these last two years. "it was hell. but i am definitely much stronger than i was before. curly brows would have no chance against me."

"you think curly brows wouldn't have gotten stronger too, hm?" you said, biting back a smile.

"pfft, not more than me." he took a swig of his booze, some of it trickling down the sides of his mouth.

it was now your turn to fill him in on all the rigorous training that you had been under — props to your stringent teacher who wouldn't let you rest until they were satisfied. it had been pure torture to be under their tutelage and you'd wanted to quit countless of times, but it was because of them that you were able to stand and fight so strong.

"seems like we've been through a lot." zoro mused, leaning in so that you could smell the booze right on his breath.

". . . yeah we have." you susurrated, softly interlacing your fingers with his. he let you do so, squeezing your hand in the process. it grounded you. "i have really missed you."

"me too." he replied in a heartbeat.

his face was mere inches apart from yours, and you could feel the heat radiating off of his body. his free hand reached up to your face, cupping it with such tenderness, it tugged at your heartstrings at how soft he always was with you.

then in another heartbeat, his lips latched onto yours, catching you completely offguard. but like muscle memory, your lips began to move in harmony with his, savouring both the bitter taste of the booze as well as the natural sweetness of his own lips. your mind had practically turned to mush, having dreamt of kissing your precious boyfriend everyday since you were apart.

"my my, you two are such a cute couple."

the both of you instantly pulled away from each other, faces burning up with embarrassment as shakky stood behind the bar with a cigarette in hand, watching at the adorable sight before her.

"reminds me of the good ole days." she chuckled, taking a quick inhale of the cigarette. "savour these moments with each other. they go by quicker than you think."

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you and zoro had decided to come back to the hotel room you had booked — not before coming to the horrific realisation that your mossbrained boyfriend had just been sleeping outside on the streets. he'd argued that he didn't need a bed and anything he did need, he could find someplace to do just that.

gosh, sometimes you really wondered why you were so in love with this idiot!

the moment the doors were closed, you were at each other's faces — hungry, ravenous, and passionate. clothes were stripped off one another and bodies were being marked with kisses and love bites. the room seemed to grow hotter with each passing moment. each kiss more ardent than the last. each touch more feverish than before.

your bodies soon became entangled with one another, him filling you and stretching you open so well while you clenched around him so deliciously, the feeling nearly sending him to heaven. the sounds of your cute moans mixed with his low grunts echoed throughout the room, accompanied by the soft wet sounds of skin slapping against each other.

and when it had come to an end, his body was completely flush against yours, the only sounds now permeating the room was that of your synchronised heavy breaths. then, he lifted his face to meet yours, and in the most heartfelt tone you'd ever heard, he whispered, "i am so happy i met you."

even when the morning came, your bodies were intertwined with one another; hands interlaced, legs overlapped, faces nuzzled against the other . . like there was even the slightest of possibilities that you'd be separated again and the both of you were doing all you could to prevent that from happening.

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over the next few days, the rest of the crew had come trickling in to sabaody. franky in his new super design; usopp with a body nearly three times bigger than you remembered; chopper ever the adorable little reindeer — oh, how you'd missed them so dearly!

"so you and zoro were the first ones here?" chopper asked, walking besides you as he munched on a stick of cotton candy that you'd bought for him.

"mhm~" you replied, sitting down on one of the benches nearby. "it was really wonderful to have some time alone with him."

chopper nodded in agreement, cutely scarfing down the sweet before him. "he is so in love with you." the reindeer said, pieces of cotton sticking to the corners of his mouth.

"he is." chopper continued, blinking up at you with those precious eyes of his. "i think . . it must have been super hard for him to be away from you for so long. musta really hurt him."

you patted his head, a fond smile stretched across your face. "you're so cute, chopper."

"that compliment doesn't make me happy, you fool~~!"