ace gets so lost in the heat of the moment that his narcolepsy kicks in mid-kiss.
the air in ace's cabin on the moby dick is thick and heavy, the wood of the walls still holding onto the midday sun, but it’s nothing compared to the heat radiating off of him. he’s sitting on the edge of his bunk, completely shirtless, and his skin feels like a literal hearth. as you straddle his lap, your hands slide over his shoulders, tracing the hard, defined lines of his deltoids and the way his muscles ripple with even the smallest movement. his body is a map of strength—the firm, washboard texture of his abs pressing against you, and the sharp dip of his hip bones that feel like they were carved out of marble.
you’re deep into it, your lips locked with his in a slow, messy rhythm that makes your head spin. his hands are firm on your waist, his thumbs grazing your skin, and for a second, the world is just the taste of him and the low, steady thrum of the ship’s engines. but then, you feel his movements start to lag. his weight becomes a little heavier against you, his breathing slowing from a heavy pant to a deep, rhythmic puff. his head tips forward, his forehead coming to rest against your collarbone, and the kissing just… stops.
"ace? baby ace?" you whisper, a little breathless, your fingers tangling in his dark, messy hair to tilt his head back.
he jolts, his eyes snapping open with a confused, dazed look before he realizes where he is. a dusty, faint blush creeps up his cheeks, settling right under those familiar freckles. he lets out a sheepish, low-throated chuckle that vibrates through his chest and into yours.
"sorry," he grins, his teeth white against his tanned skin as he rubs the back of his neck. "old habits, i guess. usually happens when i’m eating something good, but i think i just got too comfortable with you."
he doesn't let you pull away, though. his eyes darken, filled with a sudden, intense heat that has nothing to do with his devil fruit. his large, calloused hands slide down from your waist, his palms warm and rough as they firmly cup your ass, pulling you flush against him until there's no space left at all. you can feel the raw power in his frame, the solidness of his chest against yours, and the way his skin seems to hum with a feverish, addictive glow.
"now, where were we?" he murmurs, his voice dropping an octave as he leans back in, his lips catching yours in a kiss that’s much more intentional this time, searing and deep, promising to stay awake for every single second of it.
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I think Zoro would be so damn good at eating you out. Prepping you for what’s to come right after 💚
He’d have you in a mating press. His big rough hands holding you open while his tongue slides around your clit —sucking it into his mouth gently. Flicking his tongue on it like a cat drinking milk
There’d be a glimmer in his eye when you start getting uncontrollably wet. He’d be so into that the grip on the back of your thighs would keep getting firmer and firmer pushing them down until they’re are touching the bed
He’d groan at how open and vulnerable you look and start making your hips rock back and forth to meet his tongue. Your body would eagerly chase too
You look down at him with tears in the corners of your eyes. Mouth parted like you’re about to say something but what?
You stare at how his mouth glistens with your juices. How he wants to stuff you full with his tongue. Fuck- you get goosebumps when you see a trail of your slick connect from his tongue to your pussy
“tastes s’fuckin sweet”
He licks his lips and goes back to work —making you whimper at how devoted he is to making you feel with his mouth
“wana —slide in you s’bad” he mumbles into your pussy
“fuck you —till you go stupid” he moans in it and slurps deliberately louder than he needs too. Drawing eights around your slick pussy. He can’t help but to push his tongue as far as he can
Moaning into you as if he’s enjoying it more than you are
“can’t get enough” he places slow sloppy kisses on your clit. Makes out with it until your trembling —something threatens to snap in the pits of your tummy
He slips two thick fingers in without warning and the way his name rolls off your tongue it makes his hips twitch In response
The friction of it pressing into the mattress causing his eyes to roll back —motivation to make his finger tongue combo break you into tiny pieces
He immediately finds that spot that makes you gasp. Calling you with his fingers as he goes back to flicking his tongue on your clit
“zor-”
“Zoro-”
“B-babyy” you sob as you approach the edge ten times faster with the addition of his fingers
He looses all composure at the sound of that. Hips rolling into the bed almost shyly like he’s trying to maintain some dignity
He calls you faster, this time curling both fingers into that spot. Your legs twitch, almost closing together as he sucks on your clit one last time pulling out the sweetest moan he’s heard all night
He flips you on to your tummy while you’re cumming— forcing his pre soaked cock into you while your pussy flutters. Your mouth falls open for an even louder moan but it’s caught in your throat
Not for long though — when he pulls almost all the way out and gives you all of him… the impact’s so hard your ass ripples, your body’s molded into the bed …
that’s when it cums out
Stars behind your eyes, vision slightly blurred but the sensation is everything
“fuck me pleeaaseee” you beg and he moans in response. Putting all his weight on you as he stables himself, hands on your lower back as he drives his delicious cock inside you over and over again
A mix smirk and pleasure splays across his face as he listens to your incoherent sentences and babbles. The only things making sense is his name and the obscene sounds your drenched pussy makes
zoro's vow to you was unwavering. still. like the calmness of a hidden oasis.
his mind was entirely set on being luffy's right hand and greatest swordsman, so he could not allow himself to be distracted by you.
he considered it was also quite selfish for him to dive into his romantic feelings towards you while commiting to this important goal — and also, selfish for him to not give you the time and proper attention you so deserved. he knew that.
so he set his mind on a schedule : becoming the greatest swordsman while bringing luffy to reign on piracy, and then, your lover.
the question of whether or not his feelings won't go away (which you naturally raised), was out of discussion : his feelings for you were more than a fling. they are un undying, warm and quiet flame keeping nature alive.
therefore, zoro became more than aware of your existence on the ship : he was hyper alert of each of your breath.
the way your hair moved in the wind, and how the waves of the sea could not compare to its flow.
the way your eyes caught the sunlight, and how the morning refraction of the sun onto the sea could not compare to their brightness.
the way your voice mused like music to its ears, and how no other sound, not even the one his swords pierced through the skies, could compare.
the way your cleavage seemed to call his name.
so naturally, there are a few times where zoro's focus flatter in the briefness of a minute.
in these few, rare moments where temptation got too strong, his will to love you so grand, he would pull you in the nearest room to desperately crash his lips on yours, his tongue dancing messy, sloppy steps as it craved to carve your taste on his. his big, strong hands roaming on your body, mapping it out in his mind, the only one he would never lose.
"zoro, i thought you wanted to wait-"
"just this time."
"just this time" turned into multiple times where he would slip into your bed very, very late at night, once everyone were fast asleep, leaving before his ministrations could be seen.
it turned into multiple desperate make out sessions where he could not control his hips from buckering up, craving friction, calling you a little minx for tempting him so much.
it turned into torture when sabaody seperated you for two years.
it turned into fireworks when you reunited, the look on his face vowing everything you already knew.
that his love for you was unwavering, still, like the calmness of a hidden oasis.
Hey if your requests are open would it be okay if you could do some age gap smut with corazon x reader and the reader is in her 20s and Cora is late 30's with a size kink and little bit of a breeding kink
Goodness am I horny for this man
Full of You
Warnings: nsfw, smut, fluff, size kink (reader's pov), light breeding kink, age gap (readers in her 20s), soft and emotional intimacy, consent-focused, mention of plan b
Word Count: 1572
Pairing: Corazon x AFAB!Reader
crossposted on AO3
You could barely breathe, pinned under the warm, heavy weight of Rosinante’s body.
He hovered over you, eyes blown wide, cheeks pink, a little bit of drool shining at the corner of his mouth. His blond hair, messy and sweat-damp, framed his face like a halo.
And God, he was big.
Everywhere. His hands cradled your waist so easily, palms almost overlapping around your sides. His legs bracketed you like thick pillars. Even just the way he loomed when he leaned down to kiss you — it lit every spark of your size kink on fire.
Cora wasn’t rough, not even a little. If anything, he was nervous.
"Y-you’re sure?" he asked again, voice low and rough, like the words scraped up from the bottom of his throat. His hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing just under your eye. "I can... go slow. As slow as you need."
You nodded frantically, heart hammering against your ribs. "I want it," you whispered. "I want you, Cora."
His throat bobbed in a thick swallow. His hand trembled a little when he slid it down your side, settling just above your hip. "...'M a lot bigger than you," he mumbled, almost guilty, as if he was apologizing for it.
You let out a shaky breath, feeling heat lick up your spine. "I know," you breathed, sliding your hands up his arms, feeling the strong muscles flexing under your touch. "I like it."
He blinked down at you, like he couldn’t quite process the words. "You like that I'm...?" He gestured vaguely to himself — massive, broad-shouldered, sprawled over your much smaller body.
You nodded, cheeks burning. "It's—it's hot," you mumbled, embarrassed, but the way his eyes darkened slightly made your stomach twist deliciously. "I like feeling... full. Like you’re too big for me."
A strangled sound caught in his throat. His face flushed a deeper red, and he dropped his forehead to your shoulder with a soft thump. "You're gonna kill me," he muttered, voice muffled against your skin.
You laughed breathlessly, squirming a little under him — and immediately gasped when you felt the thick weight of his cock press between your legs, hot and heavy even through the thin barrier of your underwear.
Cora groaned, hips twitching. "Shit," he hissed, struggling to control himself. "Baby, don't move like that, I-I-"
You whimpered, grinding your hips up slightly. "Please," you whispered, clutching at his broad back. "Please, Cora, I want you so bad—"
He pulled back enough to look at you, cupping your face again in his big, calloused hands. "You tell me if it’s too much," he said, deadly serious, his golden eyes locked on yours. "I mean it. One word, and I stop. No questions."
"I know," you whispered, heart aching with how good he was to you. "I trust you."
The look he gave you in that moment — so raw, so open — almost made you cry. He kissed you then, deep and tender, slow enough to steal your breath. And when he finally slid the head of his cock against your entrance, your whole body tensed with anticipation.
He was thick. You could feel the way he stretched you even before he pushed in properly, nudging against your trembling walls. He cursed under his breath, almost inaudible, pressing his forehead to yours.
"Relax for me, sweetheart," he whispered, voice shaking. "I’ve got you."
You nodded, digging your fingers into his arms.
Cora moved carefully — so carefully — rocking his hips forward just enough to ease inside you by small increments. You sobbed at the stretch, overwhelmed but desperate for more.
"You’re so tight," he gasped, biting down on his bottom lip. "Fuck—you’re doing so good, baby. So good for me."
You whimpered, clenching around him instinctively, and he let out a wrecked, strangled sound. It felt like it took forever for him to bottom out, inch by thick inch, until he was buried to the hilt, and you were gasping, nails dragging down his back.
You could feel him — deep in your belly, pressing into places no one else ever reached.
You were full. Stuffed. Like your body barely had room for him.
It was perfect.
Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes, but not from pain — from the sheer overwhelming fullness of it, the intimacy of being so completely his.
"You okay?" Cora whispered urgently, kissing your cheeks, your eyelids, your nose. "Too much? I can stop—"
You shook your head frantically, wrapping your legs around his waist to keep him pressed deep. "Feels so good," you sobbed. "Want all of you. Want you to fill me up, Cora—"
He groaned, deep and broken, and pressed his hips tighter to yours. "You’re already full, sweetheart," he panted, kissing you like he was trying to breathe through you. "Stuffed full of me."
The words slipped out without thinking: "Wanna keep it," you whispered.
He froze, staring down at you, eyes wide.
You blinked up at him, heart pounding in your throat. "I-" You flushed scarlet. "I just... I like the idea. You know. You—inside me. Staying there. L-leaving something behind."
Cora made a sound somewhere between a sob and a whimper, squeezing his eyes shut like the force of his feelings physically hurt him. "Jesus, sweetheart," he rasped, voice wrecked. "You can’t say shit like that to me."
You smiled through your blush, reaching up to brush his hair out of his eyes. "I mean it," you whispered. "Want you to fill me so much it stays. So everyone knows I'm yours."
He let out a broken laugh, his hands tightening on your hips. "You already are," he said, voice shaking. "You're already mine."
And then he started to move — slow, grinding thrusts, dragging his cock against your trembling walls, every stroke making you feel every thick, impossible inch of him. You clung to him helplessly, gasping, whimpering, letting him rock you open with all his weight and warmth. He kissed you through it all — soft, worshipful kisses, like he couldn’t believe you were real.
"Mine," he whispered into your mouth. "All mine."
You came with a sob, clenching tight around him, and he followed you a heartbeat later, pushing deep one last time and spilling inside you with a broken, desperate groan.
You felt him fill you — hot and heavy and endless — and you whimpered, clinging to him.
Even after he collapsed on top of you, breathing hard, he didn’t pull out — just stayed there, keeping everything deep inside, like he could seal it into your body just by holding you close enough.
"You’re gonna be the death of me," Cora mumbled into your neck, voice thick with sleepiness and bliss.
You laughed breathlessly, stroking his hair. "Good," you whispered.
And you both fell asleep like that — tangled together, full of each other, and more whole than you'd ever been.
Extra Post-Scene:
You woke up slowly, feeling hazy and warm. The first thing you noticed was the heavy arm draped across your waist — warm and protective — and the soft, steady sound of breathing near your ear. You smiled sleepily, nuzzling closer against the broad chest pressed to your back.
"Mm... Cora..." you mumbled, not fully awake yet.
He made a low, sleepy hum, squeezing you gently. For a long moment, you both just lay there, tangled together under the covers, the early morning sunlight filtering through the thin curtains. And then—
A sharp little gasp.
You blinked your eyes open, confused, and turned your head slightly to see Rosinante staring down at you with the most horrified expression you’d ever seen. He looked like he’d just realized he'd set a building on fire.
"Oh my god," he whispered. "Oh my GOD."
You frowned, reaching up to brush his messy blond hair out of his eyes. "Cora? What's wrong?"
He visibly struggled for words, mouth opening and closing uselessly for a few seconds before he blurted out: "I—I didn’t pull out."
You blinked at him.
"I didn’t pull out!" he repeated, like maybe you hadn't heard him the first time, his voice cracking in panic. "I just— I stayed inside, and—and you said you wanted—and I—"
You pressed a hand to his chest, laughing softly. "I know," you said, grinning.
He stared at you, utterly shell-shocked. "You— you’re not—angry?!" he asked, voice shooting up almost an octave.
You shook your head, pulling him down for a soft kiss. "I wanted it, remember?" you whispered. "You didn’t do anything wrong, Cora."
He exhaled a shaky breath, forehead dropping to your shoulder in relief. "Thank god," he mumbled, arms tightening around you. "I thought— I mean, you’re young, and I’m—I'm almost forty, and you’re so small, and I got carried away, and you were crying, and I thought—"
You laughed, stroking your fingers through his hair. "They were good tears, Cora," you said gently. "I’ve never felt that close to anyone before."
He let out a broken little laugh, kissing your bare shoulder. "I love you," he whispered fiercely.
Your heart squeezed painfully. "I love you too," you whispered back.
For a few moments, he just held you — his big arms wrapped around you like you were the most precious thing in the world. And then, in a much smaller voice, he mumbled against your skin:
"...still probably gonna buy you a Plan B, just in case."
You burst out laughing, and he groaned, burying his face deeper into your shoulder.
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vyon's mouthpiece. i am never writing for a red head again. no one ask this of me again. wowwww this was tough, i had to restart this a bajillion times after losing my first draft. writing for characters i don't have an active hard on for is so challenging...
Eustass has grieved before. Unfortunately, not quite like this.
Stage one of grief: denial.
There's, quite frankly, no way this is happening to him. Sure, Eustass is not a good man, he has scammed, he has murdered, he has caused copious amounts of intentional harm, he has plundered, and he is a horrible man all around, but he has never done anything to deserve this. It starts miniscule; perhaps it starts when he is with his crew and Heat is talking about how Robin, despite all her off-putting, is attractive. Eustass agrees. She is conventionally attractive and there is something to be said about all her morbidity, it makes you want to know more. She allures you with a sense of maturity that the rest of the Strawhats do not have.
Eustass Kidd is not blind so when Heat says that there are a handful of Strawhats that he would make out with, he agrees. He doesn't even question it when there's a sudden acknowledgement of you that his heart has; you are attractive, he knows. You are even more alluring when you are tossing Trafalgar Law over your shoulder for making fun of your captain. The sight makes him grin— of course it does, he hates that bastard and he'd sell his other arm just to be able to see Law being throttled every morning when he wakes up. He is drunk enough that when the feeling lingers, he doesn't mind; the feeling of Law hitting the wooden planks of the Sunny vibrating up his feet, shaking loose the metal parts of his arm so that they dislodge and drop to the floor without his full focus remains with him for a few seconds too long. Perhaps he should have known, but then someone accosts him with another drink, so Eustass drinks and laughs.
Somewhere into the night, Law has learnt his lesson and stops talking about Luffy altogether and you are relieved of the burden of defending his honour. Not of sound mind, Eustass forgets that the Strawhats' job is not only defending their buttfuck captain, but to annoy everyone else into submissively handing over the Pirate King title to Luffy. After terrorising Law enough, you spin your way around everyone and end the night by his side, dropping down on him unceremoniously— half-drunk, everything about you is looser, your chest against his back, hunched over his sitting form.
He’s halfway through his last drink when he turns over to you. Something breaks. It falls loose, something in him, he loses his purchase of an unknown thing under his ribs, the gears catches on the wrong shift and he hears this loud haltering creak in his ears, it rings and it calls. His skin itches horribly under all the metal that makes up his arm; it suddenly all feels too heavy. Your head is tilted in question, eyes bizarre in their clarity— had you not been drinking?— and it's a challenge, Eustass knows it is because all you Strawhats are only good for stirring up trouble and you're goading him into talking shit so you can beat him up too.
Suddenly, he remembers Wire calling you attractive. You straighten up a bit, chin pulled in towards your neck and your eyes look up at him through your lashes, lips curled up. Suddenly, he remembers agreeing with Heat. Suddenly, he jerks and his drink spills all over an unsuspecting Law passing by.
It takes a second, but you realise that Eustass has been exceptionally angry at everyone the morning after the party. He stalks around, stomping with the weight of Zeus' anger, purposefully barging into pirates suffering from hangovers, and just about winning every other verbal fight he gets into. Obviously, his streak comes to an end because the Strawhats are still loitering.
You don't have the decency to even act like you have a hangover when he passes you. You are skipping, you have that audacity, circling around poor souls with an exuberant Luffy, who doesn't drink, and Franky, who exclusively waters down his alcohol with cola. You are annoying everyone around you and Eustass can't help but follow the trail of misery you leave behind you. You find an offensive amount of joy in dancing around those suffering with headaches and joint pain, Eustass thinks— no, he's not going to entertain that thought. He's just going to watch you. He'll blame the tense feeling in his stomach on anger, he'll watch the smile widen on your face, the curl of your eyes squinting out the sun, shadows elongated over delicate features, the wind picking up through strands of your hair like it can't wait to touch you. Eustass will watch the world bend around you and think, in anger, of how irritating you are.
What if it were just an irrational amount of hatred he has for the Strawhats that make Eustass churn violently whenever you pass? He reckons, accepting a bowl of whatever the fuck Sanji and some other cooks had whipped up, that it's one of those feelings that is so overwhelming that it bleeds into a hundred and two other emotions when you feel it first. He doesn't want to dwell on it but it fits itself snuggly into his mind, between two points of a headache in his brain; he loses his bearings, trying to figure out if it is the ache or the feeling that is stronger.
His reflection flickers in the congee, smoke blurring the horizon as it strings itself into the sky. He looks up and sees you holding your own bowl, a spoon into your mouth when Luffy bumps into you and the congee spills down your chin with a cough. You lock eyes after you turn around to wack Luffy, wiping your chin. Eustass' head fucking kills.
Eustass has loved before. When he was young and love was just an innocent feeling, when it wasn’t this awful, grotesque active emotion. Eustass Kidd remembers love being passive, he was just an object in the equation, who allowed the feeling to be; it was allowed to just be when he was a child, he lived around it and stepped to the side when he felt its presence— the girl he loved was a spitfire, like you his mind supplies all so helpfully. He wouldn’t have called it love if he didn’t lose her, he reckons. He has a memory of it being quiet, the sudden awareness of himself when she was around, he doesn’t think she’d find much joy in the man he has become. Maybe that’s why you’re bothering him. You must be the punishment. Victoria has never been shy about hurting him anyways.
“You’re bringing down the mood,” you make the time to point out, as you walk past him with plates stacked up the entire length of your arm. Eustass snarls. And you’ve never been one to not look a gift horse in the mouth. Instead of going on about your merry way, you stop in front of him. Eustass sees Luffy’s arms stretch out over a crowd of people, swiping all the plates off your arm and bringing it over to his fat ass. “What’s up with’cha?” You sound as though you’re making pleasant conversation, trying to be friendly as you make yourself comfortable next to him.
Unfortunately, you are a Strawhat so all Eustass feels is the all consuming urge to start a fight. “Has your captain relieved you of the burden of waiting on him?” He snarks. Another one of your crew would be easily riled up by that, then Eustass would be gratified when he inevitably got into a fistfight. All he gets is a slow blossoming of amusement over your face, like you know what is troubling him. You have fight in your eyes, that’s what you stopped here for: a fight. That, Eustass can commend, he’s always been the one to like looking danger in the face, to see the shifting clouds in its eyes and want to drown in it, to be close enough to violence that he can smell last night’s alcohol on its tongue, feel its heavy heat, hear its rattling heartbeat, have enough sense to feel the phantom pain of a punch before a fist is even pulled back.
He lets you get close because violence is something that Eustass has always been intimate with, more so than affection. He is not disabled by the feeling of it. A moment’s silence. Eustass reaches out for something that is not there— your laugh takes your place as you evade the beginning of his affection; he finds himself echoing your laugh, he gives himself some time to catch up as you slip into the rowdy crowd, he shakes the metal out of his arm and scatters it around, uses his Devil Fruit to part the crowd and all he can hear, ringing loud between disgruntled and annoyed shouts, the sound of metal clanging, is your laughter. Everything else fades. His senses spin out until it’s a loose thread and he can pick out your resounding feet against the floor; his head whips around, dizzy gaze as it turns ‘round and ‘round the clouds in the sky before a shadow in your shape launches at you. The sound of metal screeching against his arm gives him a splitting headache; you have a shit-eating grin on your face, white teeth snarled into a grin and in your eyes, he sees the same expression on his.
Prismatic Vermilion Renewal #CA0123 — Monkey D. Luffy
I hate [most] bugs, but I'd grab one no hesitation if this man wanted one...with a few tears on the side, probably || 0.2k || m.list
Your boyfriend, your sweet, adorable boyfriend was laughing. At you. Something you didn’t think was funny enough for him to be keeled over on the Sunny’s deck with tears in his eyes and an aching diaphragm, but he was cute, so…he got away with it.
“W-wh— hahahaha! — what’s the matter, baby?” Luffy smiled, all toothy and boyish, as he finally straightened up. He gets real close, sliding his hands up and down your arms in a soothing manner. “Whatcha got there?”
His eyes were locked curiously on your cupped hands, head tilting this way and that.
The screwed up grimace on your face, that he’d been laughing at in the first place, tried to twist into a smile but it came out more of a plea for help. With mild disgust, you lifted your hands and opened them up.
Sitting calmly in your palm was a giant rainbow stag beetle.
Luffy immediately screeched in delight, taking the bug from you and examining it closely. “Wooahhhh! Look how big he is— the colors!! Hahaha! I love it!”
After scrubbing your hands off on your jeans, you finally smiled for real, eyes twinkling as you took in how excited he was. You might’ve hated bugs, but wow, his reactions were priceless.
“I found it just hanging out on a tree..thought you might like to see it.” A laugh escaped you, his own laughter contagious. “It kinda reminded me of you..since it’s got a lot of red.”
He wasted no time in throwing an arm around you, coiling the rubbery limb a few times for good measure, “Thank you, thank you, thank you! You’re the best, I love you soooo much!” Luffy’s nose rubbed against yours, “Wanna hear some cool things about it?!”
cw: fem!reader x zoro make out sesh (suggestive), fluff, yearning
wc: 1k barely proofread :p
“And you? Will I have you?”
“You’ve always had me.”
These words feel more like a confession than anything else he’s said or done tonight.
Your stomach flips again and your head feels hot and light from the gravity of everything that’s changed in just a few hours. You spend a few seconds looking at him dumbly, completely blissed out from affection and kisses.
“Always?”
“Always.” He nods.
Surprising even yourself, you kiss him and push him back into the grass. His back hits the ground with a small “mmph!” And you take the opportunity, kissing his open mouth and exploring him with your tongue. Despite the rush of this change in position, you’re still gentle and slow, almost teasingly so, just in case this is too much.
He groans into your mouth, his tongue taking a moment to wrestle with yours, tasting you in a sloppy mess of hot breaths, spit, and swollen lips. You feel his hands trail up from your hips to your waist, where he wraps his arms around you and pulls you flush against him.
You’re almost straddling him now, one leg bent on his side, the other resting between his legs where you can feel the heat of his arousal against your thigh. In adjusting your position, you accidentally grind your hips into his, feeling HIM against your core. You gasp from the sudden friction, feeling a slick, wet, heat pool between your legs. You hear him try to suppress a groan, but a low, choked noise escapes him.
“I-I’m sorry-“
“N-no, you’re fine,” his voice is low. He brushes some hair out of your face, giving him a better view of your flushed cheeks and blown out eyes. He’s mesmerized by you, that he gets to have you like this. “You’re perfect,” he mumbles mostly to himself. You barely hear him, so much so that you think you imagined it.
He cups your cheek and pulls you back down in a deep kiss, savoring you this time. He takes hold of your hips, grip firm but not bruising to hold you in place as tentatively, slowly bucks up into you. You both gasp at the friction, his thick, hard length rubbing against your cunt through your clothes. He can feel how aroused you are and the thought makes him soar, biting back a groan as he deepens your kiss, tasting your lip and biting gently.
You roll your hips, desperate for more friction, to feel him against you again. The two of you quickly find a rhythm, grinding into each other, chasing the building heat.
However, you forgot your bandages and after a particularly deep roll of your hips, you felt your stitches tug and a sharp pain shot through your side. You hiss and pull back, sitting up, your hand pressing against your side.
“Whats wrong?” Zoro’s breathless, lips swollen and face flushed deep red but his eyes are wide with concern now.
“My side. I forgot.”
He sits up to meet you, hands hovering over you not sure how to help, afraid to touch you and hurt you.
“Did I-?” This was something he feared, not saying in control of his strength and hurting you without realizing.
“No. No. I overextended, like I stretched too much and I think I pulled at some stitches.”
He sighs in relief and his hands rest gingerly on your hips, absentmindedly kneading the soft flesh through your clothes. You didn’t realize but you’re straddling him now, plopped in his lap as you check for bleeding.
“Are you-?”
“I’m bleeding a little but I don’t think the stitches opened.” You unravel your bandages just enough to glimpse your wound. “Might need new bandages just to be safe.”
You look at Zoro and he’s been watching you closely, scanning your face for any hint of pain, your bandages for bleeding, anywhere for a sign of discomfort.
“I’m okay.”
“I know.”
“I don’t think you believe me,” you smirk at him.
He rolls his eyes but in good humor. His features are still softened compared to his usual rough exterior. “Can I see?”
It’s your turn to roll your eyes as he comes in closer. He handles you delicately, his touch barely a whisper, as he verifies your assessment.
“Okay,” he says and his shoulders sag from the relief, knowing you’re okay.
You wrap your arms around his neck, hands resting on the back of his head as you pull him close. He settles into your neck, closing his eyes as he breathes in the scent of you, your hair tickling his nose as it creates a sort of cage around him. “We should probably go to bed.”
He hums softly in response, already half asleep wrapped in your arms. It feels criminal to leave this embrace and return to reality, back to your bed and him in his. Everything has changed so much in this bubble the two of you created, built on yearning, discovery, and affection. But your side is throbbing, reminding you it needs attention and inevitably, disgustingly reality must be dealt with.
You start to shift as you ready yourself to stand up. The movement makes Zoro stir. He was definitely asleep for a bit, and in his half awake state his hands instinctively hold fast onto your plush hips, keeping you in place in his lap.
“Zoro.”
“Okay, okay, okay,” he grumbles into your hair as he loosens his grip.
As you lift yourself, Zoro shifts out from under you and stands up in one swift motion. He offers his hands, and you smile knowingly, taking it. He lifts you up like you weigh nothing, almost flinging you to your feet.
He never lets go of your hand as the two of you return to the crew’s quarters in Galley-La. The two of you walked in comfortable silence, you breathing in the night air, still wet from the storm a few days ago, but now it feels so far long ago. The world as you knew it seems so small, so minuscule compared to how completely secure you feel knowing what you know now, after what you two did. You know you’ll have to talk about it tomorrow, or you may not. Whatever comes, you know you’ll have Zoro there with you, in spirit or body, and that makes you feel more powerful than ever before.
a/n: how we feel? I’m nervous writing more suggestive/smutty stuff cuz I’ve never done it before.
