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once severed flesh tenderly stitched back together, a wound born out of idiocy that zoro carries with him every step of his journey. the scars that wrap around his ankles always catch your eye, stirring a burst of affection and need flutter in your chest at the sight.

the suds of the bath room you two occupy try to cover up the hidden marvel. your fingers brush the bubbles away and watch as they disperse into nothing, revealing the enticing skin. zoro remains sitting on the stool, blissfully unaware of your obsession that quietly takes root as he dries off his torso.

gently lifting his foot, you lean in to brush your lips against the scar and the room echoes with the surprised hitch of his breath.

“what are you doing?” zoro’s eye cracks open, his brows furrow with an intense curiosity. you don’t answer at first, instead, your lips speak for you as they trail soft, deliberate kisses along his ankle. “oi.”

“just trust me.” your voice is soft, barely a breeze as you switch over to his other foot. you give it the same treatment, pressing slow kisses that drip into his skin before your tongue pokes out past your lips and glides along the coarse surface.

albeit a little reluctantly, zoro eases off and watches you with a quiet wonder as you begin your worship. the amount of care and attention you pour into your act catches him off guard — a feat in itself. yet the sudden twitch of his cock as it comes alive from the sensation startles him to his core.

zoro lets out a soft, vulnerable moan — the sound so sweet you can't help but mewl against his skin, longing for more. your gaze flits up to him again, eyes widening as you witness the effect this was having on him.

bright pink blooms across his cheeks, trailing down to his scarred, heaving chest and along the tips of his ears. his lips part in a slack jawed awe as low, husky breaths escape from inbetween them.

the room ignites as the tension heats to a boil. keeping eye contact, you kiss up his leg and all the way up to his toned thigh. zoro’s never felt so out of breath as your mouth ghosts where he needs you most, stopped only by a flimsy piece of cloth.

you eagerly nudge it aside with your nose and zoro closes in on you, his reflexes as sharp as ever. his muscular thighs press against either side of your head, effectively boxing you in. he lets out a sigh of relief as his palm lands on the back of your head, fingers itching in restraint.

after a brief pause, you lick along his length. zoro jolts forward, his body shivering in pleasure from just the simple touch.

“fuck.” zoro’s hand grips your head a little tighter, a wild look flickering in his eye as he takes in your devotion. such a sweet submissive offering you’re so willing to give him. with a shaky breath, his voice cuts through the air sharper than any blade, “do you trust me?”