I'm just horny what do you want from me

but the one thing zoro missed the most, especially as the nights went on, was pressing his tongue against your folds, kitten licking soft, gentle circles against your sensitive bud until you’re bucking your hips to feel more friction. the thought makes his mind hazy. after all, zoro lived to devour you. he loved it just as much as receiving, if not more. your pleasure was his pleasure, tenfold, and right now all he wanted was to reward his hard working lady.

“‘ro, i’m so tired,” you mutter sleepily, trying to ignore the burning sensation below your abdomen, “i don’t think i have the energy.”

“i can wait baby,” he mumbles between kisses, scattering them across your neck, under your ear, down to your shoulder, “jus’ want to taste you, miss you so much. let me make you feel good, angel.”

and you knew he would. he was masterful. he took great care and pride in making you fall apart for him. it was enough to just see you like that. he can wait. your pleasure pretty much gets him off anyway.

“but ‘ro,” you say, opening your heavy, pretty eyes, “i can’t just let you do that.”

fucking hell. you’ll be the death of him. not this pirate life of his, you, and those big doe eyes looking at him with such adoration. looking at him like you want to please him, but your tired bones are just too much. selfless, that’s what you are. but zoro was a patient man when it came it you. he’d wait eons to have your pretty little mouth wrapped around him. he was happy to just serve you right now. his angel. his baby doll. his lifeline.

“don’t worry ‘bout me, baby girl,” he whispers, capturing your lips in a hot kiss as you whimper into his mouth lightly. you needed it. he knew that, and he was going to give it to you, “tomorrow, i’ll fuck you into this mattress, but right now, all i want is to make a mess of you. can i do that, pretty girl? can i make my angel come on my tongue?”

he pressed two fingers against your clothed core. you bucked your hips involuntarily, letting out a strangled sort of moan. you could feel the grin against your mouth, “is that a yes doll?” he asks gently, adding just a little more pressure to see you squirm, “need your words angel. tell me what you want.”

his eye was onyx. he’d pretty much caged you against the bed and his body, peppering kisses against your mouth, patiently waiting for your response. he’d respect it either way.

“p-please,” you strain against his lips, and he grips the sheet beneath you to steady himself, “make me feel good, ‘ro.”

“no need to be all polite about it, angel,” he worked his way down to your chest, leaving hot, wet kisses against your exposed skin, gently pushing up your shirt and hooking his fingers in your underwear, “all you gotta do is gimme a yes.”

“yes,” you breathe out, and he almost growls against your hip bone, sucking at the flesh there, “yes, yes.”

“i fucking love you,” he slurs, pulling down your underwear and immediately pushing your legs up and placing a open mouthed kiss to your bud, “my baby angel.”

“I love you,” you choke out, gripping onto the sheet. he places a few more sloppy kisses, before moving to kiss your inner thigh.

“jus’ relax, angel,” he rasps, looking up at you through a hooded eye, “gonna make you feel good, promise.”