you grinned down at him, running your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly. “admit it, big guy. it’s growing on you. even your hair matches it all!”

he snorted, but his grip tightened, pulling you closer until you were pressed against his chest. the contrast was electric—his hard, muscled body against the yielding pink fluff behind him.

he leaned in, lips brushing your neck, nipping at the skin there. “only thing growing on me is under my pants,” he growled, breath hot.

what started as playful teasing escalated fast. you pushed him back onto the bed, the pink sheets enveloping his massive frame like a cotton candy trap. he laughed—a deep, surprised bark—as you straddled his hips, grinding down against the growing bulge in his jeans. his hands roamed your body, rough palms cupping your ass, squeezing hard enough to leave marks.

“you’re playing with fire, doll,” he warned, but his eyes were dark with hunger, pupils blown wide.

you unzipped his jeans, freeing his thick cock, already hard and throbbing in your hand. it was massive, veined and heavy, the head slick with precum. you stroked him slowly, watching his jaw clench, his buff chest rising and falling faster.

he flipped you suddenly, pinning you beneath him on the pink satin. the sheets whispered against your skin as he stripped you bare, his mouth descending on your breasts. he sucked your nipples hard, teeth grazing the sensitive peaks, making you arch into him.

“so fucking perfect,” he murmured against your skin, his voice losing some of its edge, turning husky and reverent.

but you weren’t done teasing. you wriggled free, pushing him onto his back again. “my turn,” you whispered, sliding down his body.

the pink pillows cradled his head as you took his cock in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the fat tip, then swallowing him deep. sukuna groaned, his big hands fisting the sheets, knuckles white against the pastel fabric.

“that mouth… shit,” he hissed, hips bucking up. you bobbed your head, sucking him wet and sloppy, saliva dripping down his shaft. his grungr toughness was cracking already, breaths coming in ragged gasps amid the cutesy surroundings.

when you finally climbed back up, positioning yourself over him, he was staring at you like you’d hung the moon.

you sank down onto his cock, inch by thick inch, your pussy stretching around him. the fullness made you moan, walls clenching as you bottomed out. he filled you completely, his girth pressing against every sensitive spot.

you rode him slow at first, rolling your hips, the pink bed creaking softly under your movements. his hands gripped your waist, guiding you, but his usual dominance was fading.

“doll, pussy’s fucking… heaven,” he panted, eyes glazing over. each thrust up into you had him groaning deeper, his buff body trembling beneath the frilly sheets.

the intimacy hit him like a freight train. surrounded by all this soft pink—the fluffy duvet bunched around his elbows, the heart-shaped lamp casting rosy light on his tattooed skin—something shifted. the scowl softened, red eyes turning tender, almost vulnerable. you leaned down, kissing him deeply, tongues tangling as you picked up the pace, slamming down harder.

he broke the kiss with a shuddering breath. “you’re… a fuckin’ goddess,” he whispered, the words tumbling out like a prayer. his hands slid up your sides, reverent now, thumbs tracing your ribs. “my goddess. fuck, how do you do this to me?”

you smiled, grinding your clit against his pelvis, chasing your own pleasure. “keep talking like that, i’ll make you beg.”

he did. as you rode him faster, pussy squeezing his cock in rhythmic pulses, he lost it. the big, buff guy who intimidated everyone with a glare was unraveling in a nest of pink.

“please… goddess, let me worship you. body’s divine, this tight pussy owning me… i don’t deserve it.” his voice cracked, thick with awe.

you came first, the orgasm ripping through you, walls fluttering around his cock as you cried out. he followed seconds later, thrusting up hard, spilling deep inside you with a guttural moan. cum flooded your pussy, hot and thick, leaking out as he pulsed within you.

but he wasn’t done. even as you collapsed onto his chest, panting, he gently rolled you off, sliding down the bed. the sheets tangled around his legs as he positioned himself between your thighs, on his knees now, his massive frame humbled the cutesy glow.

he looked up at you, pink hair tousled, piercings catching the light. “let me show you,” me murmured, voice soft and affectionate.

his lips pressed to your inner thigh, kissing the skin there reverently, tongue flicking out to taste the sweat and remnants of your release.

“you’re everything,” he breathed, kissing higher, nipping gently. “a goddess gracing me with your presence. this body… these thighs that could crush me, and i’d thank you.” another kiss, wet and open-mouthed, right where your leg met your hip.

you watched, heart pounding, as the tough man worshipped you. his hands spread your legs wider, thumbs stroking the slick folds of your pussy, still sensitive from his cock.

he leaned in, kissing your thigh again, then the other, alternating sides like a devotee at an altar. “please, let me taste you.” his words were a plea, eyes locked on yours, full of soft adoration amid the pink fluff.

you nodded and he dove in. his tongue licked a long stripe up your slit, lapping at the mix of your juices and his cum. he sucked your clit gently, then harder, fingers sliding inside you to curl against your sweet spot. you moaned, hands fisting the sheets as he ate you out with single-minded devotion.

“heaven,” he mumbled against your pussy, the vibrations sending shocks through you. “your taste… it’s divine.” he kissed yout thighs between licks, praising nonstop.

the contrast was intoxicating—his buff, tattooed body on his knees in this girly paradise, face buried between your legs, worshipping like you’d hung the stars.

he brought you to another orgasm, tongue flicking relentlessly as you bucked against his mouth, flooding him with your release.

when you came down, he crawled back up, gathering you in his arms. the pink bed enveloped you both, his hard edges softened completely. he kissed your forehead, then your lips, tasting of you.

“knocked me out, you did,” he whispered, chuckling softly. “all this pink and you… toughest thing i’ve ever faced.”

you snuggled into his chest, his arms wrapping around you protectively. in the heart of the cutesy room, the grunge giant was yours—soft, affectionate, and utterly devoted.

but the night wasn’t over. after a few minutes of lazy cuddling, his hand wandered down again, fingers teasing your entrance.

“one more time, doll?” he asked, voice husky but tender. you nodded, and he entered you slowly this time, missionary on the pink sheets, his big body covering yours.

he fucked you deep and steady, each thrust deliberate, grinding against your clit.

“feel that? that’s me giving everything to you,” he groaned, lips on your neck. his praises continued, whispered like secrets: “your pussy milks me so good, like it was made for my cock. you’re perfection, wrapping around me tight.”

you clawed at his back, nails digging into the inked skin, urging him faster. sukuna obliged, pounding harder, the bed’s pink canopy swaying above. cum from before slicked the way, making obscene wet sounds as he slammed in.

“cum for me, goddess.” his words pushed yuo over, pussy clenching hard as you screamed his name. he followed, burying deep, pumping another load into you, goraning your praises the whole time.

exhausted, he pulled out, cum dripping from your well-fucked pussy onto the sheets. he kissed your thighs once more, even as you both drifted toward sleep.

“thank you for gracing me,” he murmured, the buff man lost in pink bliss.

in that moment, surrounded by softness, sukuna was transformed—edgy exterior cracked open to reveal the affectionate heart beneath, all because of you and the intoxicating contrast of it all.

the soft pink sheets clung to your sweat-dampened skin as sleep finally claimed you both, sukuna's massive arm draped over your waist like a protective barrier. his chest rose and fell steadily against your back, the steady thrum of his heartbeat a soothing contrast to the wild intensity of the night.

the room's cutesy glow from the heart lamp dimmed as it automatically switched off, leaving only the faint moonlight filtering through sheer pink curtains, casting everything in a dreamy haze.

hours later, you stirred first, the first rays of morning sun peeking through the fabric, turning the entire space into a blush-colored wonderland. plush toys stared down from shelves with button eyes, and the air smelled faintly of vanilla from a forgotten candle.

sukuna was still out cold beside you, his buff frame sprawled across the bed, one leg kicked free from the covers. his pink hair stuck up in wild tufts, tattoos stark against the pale pink pillowcase cradling his head. even in sleep, he looked imposing—jaw set, brows furrowed slightly—but the way his hand instinctively tightened around your hip when you shifted spoke of the tenderness he'd surrendered to.

you smiled, tracing a finger along the inked lines on his forearm, feeling the warmth of his skin. The contrast hit you again: this grunge god, all edges and grit, tamed by your world of fluff and sweetness.

slipping from his grasp carefully, you padded to the bathroom, the fluffy pink rug soft under your feet. a quick rinse, and you returned, finding him stirring, those dark eyes fluttering open.

“mornin',' he rumbled, voice gravelly from sleep, stretching his arms overhead. muscles flexed under his skin, the black tee riding up to reveal a trail of hair leading down to his boxers. he sat up slowly, the sheets pooling around his waist, and rubbed a hand over his face, piercings catching the light.

for a second, his usual scowl flickered—assessing the pink invasion—but then his gaze landed on you, naked and glowing in the morning light, and it melted away.

“fuck, look at you,' he breathed, swinging his legs over the bed's edge. he stood, towering over the room's whimsy, and crossed to you in two strides. his hands found your waist, pulling you flush against him, his morning wood pressing insistently against your belly through the thin fabric. “slept like the dead. you wrecked me good, goddess.”

you laughed softly, tilting your head up for a kiss. his lips met yours, slow and deep, tongue sliding in to taste you lazily. but the affection built quickly, his calloused palms roaming down to cup your ass, kneading the flesh.

“can't get enough,” he murmured against your mouth, nipping your lower lip. “this place... you... it's like a drug.”

he guided you back to the bed, but instead of pushing you down, he dropped to his knees first—right there on the pink rug, his broad shoulders level with your hips. the sight sent a thrill through you: the big, bad man, jeans discarded from last night, kneeling in submission amid stuffed animals and glittery throw blankets. his hands slid up your thighs, parting them slightly as he looked up, eyes full of that worshipful hunger.

“let me start the day right,” he said, voice low and reverent. “praise you properly, like you deserve.” his lips brushed your inner thigh, soft at first, then firmer, sucking a mark into the skin. you gasped, fingers threading into his messy hair, holding him there. he kissed higher, tongue darting out to lick a trail toward your core, but he paused, breathing you in. “this scent... your skin... it's sacred.”

another kiss, wet and open, on the sensitive spot where thigh met pussy. his fingers traced your folds, finding you already slick from the night before and the morning's tease. he groaned, pressing his face closer, nose nudging your clit.

“so wet for me already. my goddess, dripping like nectar.” he lapped at you then, tongue flat and broad, sliding through your lips to taste the remnants of his cum still lingering inside.

you moaned, legs trembling as he devoured you standing up, his strong hands gripping your ass to steady you. he sucked your clit into his mouth, rolling it gently between his lips, then flicking with the tip of his tongue.

two fingers pushed inside, thick and curling, pumping slowly while he hummed against you. the vibrations made your knees buckle, but he held you firm, worshipping with every motion.

“you're divine,” he panted between licks, pulling back just enough to kiss your thigh again, teeth grazing. “this pussy owns me—tight, hot, pulling me in like a prayer answered. i'd beg on my knees forever for one taste.” he dove back in, sucking harder, fingers thrusting deeper, hitting that spot that made stars burst behind your eyes.

the orgasm built fast, your hips grinding against his face, smearing your arousal over his stubble and piercings. he praised you through it all, muffled words vibrating against your skin.

“cum for me, goddess. flood my mouth with your blessing.” you shattered, pussy clenching around his fingers, juices coating his tongue as you cried out, tugging his hair hard.

he didn't stop until you were shaking, then eased you down onto the bed, laying you back against the pink pillows. his cock strained against his boxers, a wet spot forming at the tip, but he ignored it, crawling up to kiss you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his lips.

“see? you're perfection,' he whispered, nuzzling your neck.

but you weren't letting him off that easy. pushing him onto his back, you straddled his chest, the satin sheets bunching under his weight. “my turn to worship my kuna,” you teased, but he shook his head, hands on your hips.

“no—let me.” flipping you effortlessly despite his softened demeanor, he positioned himself between your legs again, but this time, he stripped off his boxers, his thick cock springing free—hard, veined, the head flushed and leaking.

he stroked himself once, eyes never leaving yours, then guided the tip to your entrance.

“slow,” he promised, pushing in inch by inch. your pussy stretched around him, still sensitive, welcoming the fullness. he bottomed out with a groan, forehead resting against yours. “fuck… so good.” he started thrusting, deep and measured, each slide pulling whimpers from you.

the pink bed rocked gently, fluffy pillows tumbling to the floor as he fucked you missionary, his buff body caging yours protectively. his mouth found your breasts, sucking one nipple while pinching the others, rolling it between rough fingers.

you wrapped your legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass, urging him deeper. sukuna complied, thrusting harder, cock dragging against your walls.

tattooed arms bracketed your head, his sharp, tattooed face above yours, scrunching in pleasure, while the room’s cutesy elements surrounded you: a pink teddy bear knocked askew, heart confetti from some forgotten decoration scattered on the nightstand.

he picked up pace, hips snapping forward, balls slapping against your ass with wet smacks. “take it, doll. let me fill you up again.” his praises turned filthy-reverent: “your pussy grips me like a vice, milking every drop. you're my salvation, squeezing my cock so tight.” sweat beaded on his brow, dripping onto your skin as he pounded relentlessly.

you came again, walls fluttering, pulling him under with you. he buried deep, cock pulsing as he unloaded, hot spurts of cum painting your insides. he growled, kissing your throat, thighs trembling from the effort.

panting, he stayed inside you, softening slowly, reluctant to pull away. when he did, cum leaked out, pooling on the pink sheets. he scooped some up on his fingers, bringing it to your lips. “taste us,” he said softly, watching as you sucked them clean. then he kissed your thighs once more, cleaning you with his tongue, lapping gently at the mess.

lying beside you, he pulled the covers over you both. his arm tucked you close, hand stroking your hair. “big bad me, turned into a sap in all this pink. but fuck, it's worth it for you.”

スカイ ﹕ a little ooc sukuna, but i just thought this concept would match him sooo fine. i live for devotee sukuna, he's just so obsessed with his woman

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you flash him a sly smile, stepping closer so your body brushes against him, feeling the heat radiating off his unwashed skin.

“me,” you say simply, your voice dropping to a husky whisper that sends a spark through the air between you.

zoro’s eyebrow arches, but there’s a flicker of interest in his gaze now, the swords forgotten in his hands. you don’t give him time to argue, pushing open the bathroom door and pulling him inside. the space is cramped, walls echoing the distant crash of waves, a single shower stall dominating one side with a worn bench opposite. you twist the lock with a decisive click, sealing you both in privacy.

he sets his swords down carefully against the wall, crossing his arms as he leans back. “look, i don’t like showering. it’s a waste of—”

“but you love fucking me,” you interrupt, your tone teasing yet commanding, eyes locking onto his as you start to peel of your top. the fabric slides over your head, revealing your bare breasts, nipples already hardening in the cool air. “and we can do both at the same time. imagine it: hot water running over us while you fuck me senseless.”

zoro’s breath catches, his dark eyes glazing over as he watches you. the reluctance melts away, replaced by raw hunger. he doesn’t say a word, but the way his jaw tightens and his pants start to tent tells you everything.

bewitched, he stands there, transfixed, as you hook your thumbs into the waistband of your shorts and shimmy them down your hips. they pool at your feet, leaving you in nothing but your panties, the thin material already damp between your thighs from the anticipation.

you step closer, pressing your body against his, feeling the hard planes of his chest and the growing bulge straining against his pants. “see? motivation,” you murmur, nipping at his earlobe.

zoro growls low in his throat, his hands finally moving to grip your waist, rough calluses scraping your skin in a way that makes you shiver.

but you’re not rushing this. you want him desperate, want to draw it out until he’s as filthy with need as he is with sweat.

pushing him back toward the shower, you turn on the faucet, steam beginning to billow as hot water sprays out. “strip, baby,” you command, and he obeys, yanking off his shirt to reveal that chiseled torso, scars crisscrossing like a map of battles won. his pants follow, his thick cock springing free, already half-hard and veined.

you slide your panties down last, kicking them aside, your pussy exposed and aching, folds slick with arousal. zoro’s eyes devour you, darkening further as he steps under the spray, water cascading over his green hair, turning it dark and slick. rivulets trace down his neck, over his pecs, dripping from his nipples before pooling at his feet.

you join him, the heat soaking into your skin, but before he can pull you close, you put your hands on his chest, pushing him gently so he can stop.

“not yet,” you say, looking up at him through the steam. “want you to taste me first.” you open your legs slightly and use your fingers to part your lips, showing him your swollen clit and the wetness gathering there.

zoro hesitates for a split second, water streaming into his eyes, but then he’s sinking down too, his strong hands gripping your hips to steady you.

he leans in, nose brushing against your inner thigh, inhalng deeply. “fuck, you smell so good,” he mutters, voice rough with awe. “natural, like the sea and something sweeter. no soap bullshit—just you.” his words hit you like a spark, your core clenching, more slickness leaking out to coat your folds.

it makes you even wetter, a fresh gush that has you moaning softly, your fingers threading into his wet hair. “zoro…” you breathe, and that’s all the encouragement he needs.

his tongue flicks out, flat and broad, lapping from your entrance up to your clit in one long, deliberate stroke. the sensation is electric, his mouth hot against your cool-wet skin, and you buck against him.

he groans into you, the vibration humming through your pussy as he dives in deeper. his lips seal around your clit, sucking gently at first, then harder, teeth grazing just enough to make you gasp. tongue delving inside, he fucks you with it, curling to hit that sensitive spot while his nose bumps your clit with every thrust. water mixes with your juices, dripping down his chin, but he couldn’t care less—lapping it all up like he’s starving.

“fuck, your scent… it’s driving me insane,” he rasps between licks, pulling back just enough to blow cool air on your heated flesh before plunging back in.

his hands knead your ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh, one slipping between your cheeks to tease your tightest hole without entering. you whimper, hips grinding against his face, the pressure building up low in your belly.

he eats you like a man possessed, alternating between sucking your clit until it’s throbbing and tongue-fucking your hole, stretching it with wet, obscene sounds that echo off the tiles. your thighs quake around his head, the compliment still ringing in your ears—his love for your raw, unmasked aroma making every swipe of his tongue feel dirtier, more intimate.

slickness coats his lips, his stubble scraping deliciously against your sensitive skin, and you feel youself teetering on the edge.

“zoro, fuck—don’t stop,” you plead, pulling his hair tighter. he responds by sliding two thick fingers into your pussy, curling them to stroke your inner walls while his mouth works your clit relentlessly.

the stretch burns so good, his calluses rough against your smooth insides, and you shatter, crying out as your orgasm crashes over you. waves of pleasure pulse through you, your walls clamping down on his fingers, gushing more wetness that he drinks down greedily.

panting, you slump against the wall, but zoro’s not done. he rises, water sluicing over his body, his cock now fully erect—long, thick, the shaft curving slightly upward, veins pulsing with need. he grabs your thighs, lifting you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he pins you to the tiled wall. the cool surface contrasts with the hot spray and his scorching skin.

“i think you were right all this time,” he growls, the head of his cock nudging your entrance, slick from your release.

without another word, he thrusts in, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. you cry out, the fullness overwhelming, his girth stretching your pussy wide, walls fluttering around him.

he doesn’t hold back, pounding into you hard and fast, the wet slap of skin on skin mixing with the shower’s roar. each thrust drives deeper, his hips snapping with the force of a sowrdsman—precise, powerful, hitting that spot inside you that makes your eyes flutter. water splashes everywhree, your breasts bouncing with every impact, nipples grazing his chest.

“fuck, you’re so tight, woman,” he grunts, one hand bracing against the wall, the other gripping your ass to angle you better.

he pulls out almost all the way, then slams back in, the head of his cock battering your cervix. you claw at his shoulders, nails leaving red trails on his skin, urging him on as pleasure coils tighter.

he shifts, hooking one of your legs higher over his arm, opening you open further. the new angle lets him grind against your clit with every plunge, his balls slapping against your ass.

“gonna fill this pussy up,” he promises, voice strained, sweat and water mingling on his brow. you clench around him deliberately, milking his cock, and he swears, pace faltering for a second before he redoubles his efforts.

the steam thickens the air, making everything slick and hazy, your bodies sliding together in a frenzy. zoro leans in, capturing your mouth in a messy kiss, tongues tangling as he devours you, tasting yourself on his lips. he breaks away to bite your neck, sucking a mark into the skin, possessive and rough.

your second orgasm builds faster, sparked by his relentless drive, the way he fills you completely, stretching and claiming.

“zoro—yes, harder!” you demand, and he obliges, fucking you with everything he’s got.

his cock throbs inside you, swelling, and with a guttural roar, he comes, hot spurts of cum flooding your pussy, painting your walls white.

the sensation tips you over, your climax ripping through you, muscles spasming around him, squeezing every drop from hs pulsing shaft. you scream his name, body arching, the world narrowing to the feel of him buried deep, his seed mixing with your juices and leaking out around his cock.

zoro doesn’t pull away immediately, his hips grinding in slow, deep circles to prolong the aftershocks rippling through your core. his breath is hot against your neck, ragged pants mingling with the steam as he nuzzles into your skin, inhaling that natural scent of his woman he praised earlier—now intensified with the sharp tang of sex and sweat.

“shit, you take it so well,” he murmurs, voice gravelly and low, his cock still twitching inside you, semi-hard but refusing to soften fully. the fullness keeps you stretched, every subtle shift sending sparks up your spine.

you cling to him, legs locked around his waist, nails digging into the slick muscles of his back as the water beats down relentlessly. the heat has turned the air thick and humid, beads of moisture tracing paths over your breasts, down your stomach, mixing with the slick mess between your thighs.

zoro finally eases back, his thick length sliding out inch by inch, the drag pulling a whine from your lips. A gush of his cum follows, warm and viscous, spilling down your inner thighs before the shower washes it away in pale rivulets.

he sets you on your feet, but your knees buckle from the intensity, and he catches you effortlessly, one arm banding around your waist while the other cups your ass, holding you steady against his chest.

his green hair is plastered to his forehead, water dripping from his lashes as he looks down at you with that rare, predatory grin—satisfied but far from finished.

“not done yet,” he says, his free hand trailing down to where you’re still throbbing, fingers dripping into the mess he’s left behind, scooping up a mix of cum and your arousal before bringing it to his lips. he sucks them clean with a calculated slowness, eyes locked on yours, the act fithy and possessive.

the sight reignites the fire in your belly, your pussy clenching around nothing, aching for more. you push against his chest, turning the tables, guiding him to sit on the built-in bench at the edge of the shower. water sprays over his lap, his cock lying heavy against his thigh, glistening and ready to harden again under your touch.

“my turn to clean you up,” you tease, dropping to your knees, the tile hard but forgotten in the haze of lust.

your hands wrap around his shaft, stroking firmly from the base to tip, feeling it swell and pulse back to life in your grip. precum beads at the slit, and you lean in, tongue flicking out to lap it up, savoring the salty taste mixed with the faint musk of his skin.

zoro groans, head falling back against the wall, his thighs tensing under your palms. you take him into your mouth, lips stretching around his girth, hollowing your cheeks as you suck him down deeper.

the water cascades over your back, but you focus on him, bobbing your head with a steady rhythm, tongue swirling around the underside of his cock, tracing every vein. his hand tangles in your wet hair, not forcing but guiding, hips bucking up slightly to meet your mouth.

you hum around him, the vibration drawing a curse from his lips, and you pull off with a wet pop to lick along his balls, sucking one into your mouth gently before returning to the head, teasing the sensitive frenulum with flicks of your tongue.

zoro’s breath come faster, his abs contracting as you work him over, saliva and water dripping down his length to pool on the bench. “gonna make me cum again if you keep that up,” he warns, but there’s no real protest—only hunger.

you double down, taking him to the back of your throat, gagging slightly but pushing through, nose brushing his pubic bone as you deepthroat him. his grip tightens, a low growl rumbling from his chest, and you feel him throb against your tongue.

before he can tip over, you rise, straddling his lap in one fluid motion, the shower’s spray hitting you both as you position yourself over his cock.

“want you inside me again,” you whisper, sinking down slowly, inch by inch, until he’s fully sheathed once more.

the stretch is exquisite, your walls still sensitive from before, fluttering around his renewed hardness. you start to ride him, hands braced on his shoulders, rolling your hips in a grind that has his head nudging deep inside.

he meets your movements, thrusting up to match your pace, the bench creaking under the force. water splashes with every slap of your bodies, your breasts pressing against his chest, nipples dragging over his skin. zoro’s mouth finds one, latching on to suck hard, teeth grazing the peak while his hands roam—one palming your breast, the other slipping between you to rub tight circles over your clit.

the dual assault has you moaning loudly, pace quickening as pleasure builds anew.

“harder,” you demand, and he obliges, bouncing you on his cock with powerful upward drives.

the head battering that sweet spot relentlessly as your ass slaps against his thighs, the sound obscene and echoing, drowned only partially by the water. he switches to your other nipple, biting down just enough to sting, then soothing with his tongue, the contrast making you clench around him tighter.

sweat and steam blur the lines between you, bodies slick and sliding, every thrust pushing you closer to the edge. zoro’s fingers pinch your clit, rolling it between them, and you shatter again, pussy convulsing in waves that milk his cock. he follows seconds later, grunting as he pumps another load deep into you, hot and thick, overflowing to leak out with each final grind.

you collapse against him, both panting, the water now lukewarm as it rinses away the evidence of your passion. zoro’s arms wrap around you, holding you close, his lips brushing your temple in a rare moment of tenderness amid the raw intensity.

he chuckles low in his throat, the vibration rumbling through his chest into yours. “yeah, showering ain’t that bad after all,” he admits, his voice rough from exertion, one hand idly stroking down your spine, fingers tracing the curve of your hip where it presses against him.

the words barely leave his mouth when a sharp bang echoes against the door—fists pounding hard enough to rattle the frame.

“what the hell are you two doing in there?” nami’s voice pierces through, shrill and furious. “you’ve been at it forever! turn off that damn water before you flood the whole ship, and keep it down—we can hear every fucking moan from the deck!”

you stifle a laugh against zoro’s shoulder, your body still trembling faintly from the aftershocks, pussy sore and full from his repeated fillings. he smirks, unfazed, his cock softening but still nestled against your thigh, slick with your combined releases.

スカイ ﹕ i lied... daryl won't be my comeback... i'm finally back my cherries! i'm still working on the new theme, but i like this post layout and content so far hehe >.< i'm glad to be back and i hope you haven't forgot about me :(

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