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“IDIOT!” you hiss as Zoro walks away from you. “You’re going the wrong way!”

Kin’emon, dressed in his disguise, stood nearby with an exasperated look. In his short time knowing you he’d grown accustomed to the daily verbal sparring matches between you two.

Zoro spun around, eye narrowed. Your eyes locked with his, a storm brewing between you. “How would you know that? You’ve never been here either!”

“Because I’m not a moron!” You jabbed a finger in his direction, inching closer. It was infuriating how much Zoro seemed to get under your skin. 

Ever since you joined the crew, Zoro had an uncanny knack for getting in your way. You tried not to let it bother you but every time you were about to defeat an opponent, Zoro would swoop in and take them down first. It drove you insane. So you started doing the same to him, knowing it drove him mad with similar fury. Since then, you’d made it a habit to pick on him with Sanji, drink his alcohol, and “accidentally” wake him up from naps.

“If you’re so concerned about which way we’re going, then leave.” He pointed in the opposite direction with a sharp flick of his wrist. “Go that way.”

Kin’emon’s voice cut through the tension. “Please, there’s no need to argue—”

But neither of you heard him as you stepped forward. Your fists clenched as heat surged through your veins.  Your face was now very close to his,  “I hate you. I hope you get lost and don’t come back.”

Zoro’s lip curled, his head tilting in a mocking grin. “Big words coming from a meek woman!”

“Meek?” you repeated, eyes blazing. “You son of a b—”

A loud, high-pitched squeal erupted nearby. “Oh. My. God. It’s Mister Roronoa Zoro and Miss Y/N!” Bartolomeo’s eyes were wide with admiration, his hands clutched to his chest as if his heart might burst.

Your scowl turned to panic. “Um—no, no. I think you have us confused,” you blurted out, shifting awkwardly as Zoro gave you a look.

“Yeah, we’re just regular citizens of Dressrosa,” he added, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Bartolomeo was undeterred, bouncing with excitement. “May I just say you two are so cute together! The power couple of the Pirate Era!”

The world seemed to pause as you and Zoro exchanged glances, the fierce tension shifting to something strange and unspoken. You watched his eyes soften, only for a moment before hardening again. 

“Oh- No, we’re not a couple,” you protested.

“But you two are my OTP!” Bartolomeo exclaimed, looking devastated. 

“Listen, pal, I don’t know what that means, but she hates me,” Zoro huffed, gesturing toward you.”

“But… you defend each other in battle! Finish off each other’s foes!” Bartolomeo exclaimed. “And according to the Straw Hat fan club newsletter, it says and I quote: Zoro and Y/N’s secret love is a thing of beauty in this rough worl—”

“Yeah, hate to break it to you,” you interrupted, “but we have not, nor will we ever, be a thing.”

Bartolomeo’s face fell, and he broke out into exaggerated tears. “Oh, this is a tragedy! How could I be so wrong!”

Zoro exhaled, breaking eye contact. “Come on. We don’t have time for this.”

A small smile crept onto your lips as you followed him, muttering, “You’re still going the wrong way.”

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Kin’emon directed the two of you to a narrow alley, muttering something about searching for his friend and promising to return soon. As the sounds of the bustling street faded, silence settled between you and Zoro, thick with an awkward tension neither of you knew how to break. You found yourself overthinking the fanatics' odd assumption—why would he (and others apparently) think that you and the green-haired swordsman made a good match? You stole a glance at him. Sure, you didn’t want to admit it, but the scarred man was ruggedly handsome. But he had such an infuriating personality. With his brooding silences, those ridiculous earrings, and his rippling muscles—wait, what!?

The silence dragged on until, finally, Zoro broke it, pulling you out of your spiraling thoughts. “Tch, don’t listen to that weird guy. He’s got no clue what he’s saying.”

You let out a dry chuckle, “Yeah, seriously. I mean, can you imagine? You and me?”

Zoro smirked, his sharp gaze flicking over to you. “Yeah, right. Total disaster.”

“One of epic proportions,” you agreed, crossing your arms and leaning back against the wall. You turned your head, pretending to be absorbed by the junk lying around, “The world couldn’t handle it.”

A glint of something unguarded flickered in Zoro’s eyes as he stepped closer, his presence shifting from casual to something more intense. “And yet,” he said, his voice a low, teasing rumble, “you’re still here. You haven’t walked away.”

You raised an eyebrow, turning to meet his gaze. “Maybe I just don’t trust you not to get yourself into trouble the second I turn my back.”

He huffed a short laugh, taking another step that brought him close enough for you to feel the heat radiating off his body. “You think I need you to babysit me?”

“Need? No.” Your voice dropped, matching his tone. “But I know for a fact if it wasn’t for me you’d be neck-deep in trouble twice as often.”

A grin curled at the edge of his lips, his eyes flicking down to your lips and then back to your eyes, lingering for just a second too long. “Guess I’d better keep you close then, huh?” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart skipped a beat, the atmosphere between you shifting, the sharp tension morphing into something far more dangerous. The unspoken heat you’d tried so hard to ignore suddenly flared, like a fuse catching fire. For a moment, neither of you moved, as if testing how far this would go. But then, something snapped—years of friction, half-buried glances, and barely-concealed bickering finally erupted. He surged forward, and before you could second-guess it, your lips crashed into his.

The kiss was intense, more battle than embrace, a raw clash of defiance and need. Your hands found his broad shoulders, fingers digging into them as his calloused hands cupped the back of your neck, then tangling in your hair. Everything else faded: the noise of the marketplace, the distant shouts of vendors, even the thought of Kin’emon returning. For this moment, it was just the two of you, like fire meeting spilled oil—volatile, explosive, and inevitable.

When you broke apart, both of you were panting, your breaths mingling in the space between you. Zoro’s lips curved into a smirk, his eyes darkened with something that made your pulse race. “You still hate me?” he asked, his voice a husky drawl.

“With a passion,” you growled, trying to steady your breathing.

“Good.” He chuckled, his hand sliding down to grip your ass possessively. With a rough shove, he pinned you harder against the wall, his lips ghosting the shell of your ear. “Wouldn’t want it any other way.” 

"You're the perfect bait for this job," Luffy grinned, slapping Y/N on the back. His teeth gleamed in the moonlit night as he outlined the plan.

Y/N rolled her eyes. "Yeah, sure, because I'm so irresistible," she quipped, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"Exactly!" Luffy exclaimed, oblivious to her sarcasm. "You're the only one who can distract Smoker while we grab those documents. Just remember, the crew is counting on you!"

Nami smirked, tracing a line on the map with her finger. "We'll be right behind you, but if things get too...heated, we'll jump in. Don't you worry."

Y/N sighed. "Alright, I'll do it," she murmured, steeling herself for the challenge ahead.

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Y/N sauntered into the dimly lit tavern, her hips swaying with the grace of a siren as she scanned the room. The air was thick with the scent of ale and sweat, but she had no time for distraction. Her eyes locked onto her target—Smoker, the elusive Marine, seated at the bar with a glass of whiskey in hand. The crackle of his cigarette was the only sound in the room as she approached, her heart racing like a caged animal anticipating the hunt.

Subtlety was her weapon of choice, and she wielded it with the finesse of a seasoned seductress. She sidled up to the bar, the soft rustle of her clothing echoing through the silent tavern as she took a seat just a breath away from him. The barkeep slid a mug of rum in her direction, a knowing wink in his eye. She took a slow, deliberate sip, allowing the warm liquid to caress her tongue before swallowing with a sultry smile. Smoker's gaze flickered towards her, a spark of curiosity igniting in his steely eyes.

Leaning closer, she whispered, "You know, I've heard stories about a man like you," her voice a velvety purr. "They say you're as dangerous as the smoke that surrounds you." She felt the warmth of his breath against her neck, his eyes never leaving hers. He took a drag of his cigarette, the tip flaring red before he exhaled a cloud of smoke that curled around her like a lover's embrace. The tension was palpable, a silent dance of attraction and challenge.

Y/N leaned over the bar, her ample breasts straining against her shirt as she flagged the bartender for another round. The fabric of her clothing clung to her curves, leaving little to the imagination. Smoker's eyes dipped for a moment, his gaze lingering before snapping back to hers. His hand inched closer to hers, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down her spine. She knew she had him hooked.

Smoker's grip tightened on his whiskey, his knuckles white as he fought the urge to pull her into his arms. She could feel the power in his touch, a power she found both terrifying and intoxicating.

"What's a beauty like you doing in a place like this?" His voice was gruff, a stark contrast to the velvet caress of his eyes.

"Looking for a...distraction," she replied, her voice dripping with innuendo as she traced her finger along the rim of her glass.

A smirk played across his lips. "And what makes you think you can handle a distraction like me?"

The challenge in his tone was unmistakable, but Y/N was no stranger to danger. She leaned closer, her breath hot against his ear. "Oh, I have a few tricks up my sleeve that I'd be more than happy to show you."

He turned to face her fully now, their bodies a hair's breadth apart. She could see the hunger in his eyes, the desire that mirrored her own. His hand snaked around her waist, pulling her closer still. "Is that so?" he murmured, the smoke from his cigarette tickling her nose.

Their lips met in a fiery kiss, a dance of tongues and teeth that spoke of passion and urgency. Y/N's hands found their way to his chest, feeling the solid muscles beneath his shirt. His hand slid up her thigh, his touch as warm as embers against her skin. She gasped into his mouth, her body already primed and ready for the storm that was about to break.

Lips still locked in a passionate embrace, Smoker's hand slithered under Y/N's skirt like a serpent seeking warmth. His fingertips grazed the soft, damp fabric of her underwear, the scent of her arousal mingling with the smoke that surrounded them. His movements were deceptively slow, each touch a silent promise of the storm to come.

Their kiss grew rougher, more demanding, as if they were both fighting for air and only found it in the depths of each other's mouths. His hand found her slick entrance, the heat of her desire coating his fingers as he delved deeper, exploring the velvety folds of her sex with a hunger that was impossible to conceal. Y/N's breath hitched, a muffled whine escaping her lips as she ground her hips against his hand, silently begging for more.

Through the haze of lust, Y/N was aware of the eyes on them. Zoro, ever the vigilant protector, was watching from the shadows. The thought of him seeing her in such a compromising position sent a thrill of excitement through her body, making her wetter still. She knew he was there, knew he was watching, and she couldn't help but arch her back, pushing her breasts into Smoker's chest.

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Zoro's eyes narrowed, his grip on his sword tightening as he took in the scene before him. He could see the tension in Smoker's shoulders, the way his fingers moved beneath her skirt, and the way Y/N's body responded to his touch. The sight of it made his blood boil with a mix of lust and possessiveness. He knew she was their key to the documents, but watching her with another man was a test of his resolve.

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Before she could climax, Smoker abruptly pulled his fingers out of her, a smug smile playing on his lips as he licked them clean. "Let's take this somewhere more private," he murmured against her neck, his breath hot and tantalizing. Y/N's eyes fluttered open, a look of surprise and excitement on her face. She nodded, knowing that she had to play her part to perfection.

With a gentle but firm hand, Smoker guided her out of the tavern, his gaze never leaving hers as they stepped into the cool night air. The cobblestone streets were deserted, the only sound was the clack of their shoes against the stones. He led her to a nearby inn, the flickering candles in the windows casting an inviting glow.

Smoker, his eyes glinting with the light of his cigarette, led Y/N through a dimly lit corridor. His hand firm on her ass, he guided her into a small, private room. As soon he closed the door, he pushed her against the cold, hard wall. The suddenness of his actions took her breath away, but she didn't have the time to react before his mouth found hers in a fiery kiss.

His lips were demanding, his tongue coaxing hers into a passionate dance as his free hand roamed her body, tracing the curves of her waist and the swell of her breasts. Y/N felt the heat rising in her cheeks and a familiar ache between her legs. She was caught off guard by the intensity of his desire, but her hunger for him grew with every passing second.

As the kiss deepened, Smoker's hand slid down to the hem of her shirt, lifting it to expose her soft, supple skin to the warmth of his touch. He trailed his fingers up her stomach, the anticipation building as he reached the clasp of her bra. With a flick of his thumb, it popped open, freeing her breasts to the cool air. He broke the kiss to gaze at her, his eyes dark with lust as he took in the sight of her bared flesh, the soft peaks of her nipples begging for his attention.

The room was filled with the sound of their ragged breaths, the only light coming from the swaying lantern above them, casting a flickering glow on their faces. Y/N's heart raced, her body responding to his every touch with an eagerness she couldn't hide.

Y/N gasped as Smoker's mouth found her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin and sending a shiver down her spine. His hands continued to explore, pushing her skirt down to reveal the wetness already gathering between her legs. He stepped back, a smug smile playing on his lips as he took in the sight of her vulnerability. His eyes flickered with power, the smoke from his cigarette swirling around his head like a halo of desire.

The moment was electric, the air thick with lust as he leaned in to whisper in her ear, "You're mine now." His voice was a low growl, filled with dominance and promise. Y/N's knees weakened, her body quivering with anticipation of what was to come. But little did Snoker know, their passionate embrace was being observed through a crack in the curtain, Zoro's eyes narrowing as he took in the scene before him, his mind racing with thoughts of his own.

With a firm grip, Smoker turned Y/N around, pressing her breast against the wall once more. He reached around, his hand cupping her sex, his fingers slipping inside her with a practiced ease. She moaned, her body arching back into his touch, her breath hitching with every stroke. The sound of his fingers in her echoing in the room, a rhythm that matched the pounding of her heart.

The scent of their desire mingled with the smoke from Smoker's cigarette, creating a heady aroma that seemed to intoxicate them both. He leaned into her, his chest pressing against her back as he continued to pleasure her, his own need growing with every second. Y/N's thoughts were a blur of sensation, her body craving more of his touch.

With a sudden surge of boldness, she reached back, her hand slipping into his pants. Her delicate fingers wrapped around his thick, hard cock, and she began to pump it slowly, her movements tentative at first but growing bolder as she felt him respond. His breathing grew ragged, his hips jerking slightly with every stroke. His grip on her hip tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he guided her into a rhythm that matched the one he had set between her thighs.

Y/N felt the power shift slightly, her own desires coming to the forefront. She knew she was in control of his pleasure, and it sent a thrill through her. But she also knew that she was playing with fire. Smoker was not a man to be denied for long, and she could feel the beast within him stirring, eager to claim her fully.

The sound of fabric tearing filled the air as Smoker grew impatient. He spun her around and with one swift movement, pushed her to her knees. His cock, now freed from its confines, stood tall and proud before her, a testament to his need. He didn't ask for permission, didn't bother with sweet nothings or gentle coaxing. He was a man on a mission, and that mission was to claim her completely, to leave her trembling and begging for more.

Her eyes locked on his, she leaned forward, her tongue darting out to taste him. He was salty and smoky, the essence of his power and lust rolled into one delicious flavor. She took him in her mouth, her lips sliding down his shaft as he groaned in pleasure. His hand found its way into her hair, guiding her, pushing her to take more of him. She gagged slightly, her eyes watering, but she didn't stop. Instead, she took it as a challenge, a declaration of his dominance that she was more than willing to meet with her own brand of submission.

The taste of him was intoxicating, and she found herself lost in the act of pleasuring him, her mind a whirl of sensation. His grip on her hair tightened as he grew closer to the edge, his breaths coming in short, sharp bursts. Y/N knew she was close to victory, but she also knew that this was just the beginning of their dance of power and passion.

But as she knelt there, her mouth full of his cock, she couldn't help but wonder if Zoro was still watching from his hidden vantage point. The thought of his piercing gaze upon her sent a shiver down her spine, a delicious mix of fear and excitement. It was a thrill she hadn't expected, a taboo desire that she didn't dare voice, even in the privacy of her own thoughts. Yet, it was there, a silent confession to the voyeuristic thrill that pulsed through her veins.

Smoker's hand tangled in her hair, pulling her back before slamming into her mouth once more, his hips bucking as he reached his peak. The feel of his hot cum shooting into her mouth sent her own desire spiraling out of control, her body aching for the release that was sure to come. But she had to keep her focus, had to maintain the façade that she was only here for one thing - to satisfy the marine captain who held her life in his hands.

The salty tang of his semen filled her mouth, and she swallowed it eagerly, her eyes never leaving his. He watched her, his own eyes glazed with lust as he came down from his high. For a moment, they just stared at each other, both of them panting and spent, their bodies a testament to the passion that had just been shared.

The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with the scent of sex and the knowledge that they were dancing on a knife's edge.

With a growl that was more animal than human, Smoker reached down, grabbed Y/N by the waist, and tossed her onto the nearby bed. She bounced once before her body settled into the plush mattress, the softness a stark contrast to the rough treatment she had just endured. Yet, she craved more, her body begging for the kind of passionate ravishment that only a man like Smoker could provide.

He followed her down, his body a blur of movement as he positioned himself between her legs. His eyes, now a fiery red, were filled with a hunger that seemed to devour her very soul. He didn't bother with subtlety or seduction. This was raw, primal lust, and Y/N was more than ready to be consumed by it.

Starting at her ankles, he began to kiss and nip his way up her legs, his teeth and tongue leaving a trail of fire that had her squirming beneath him. His hands were like steel bands, gripping her thighs and spreading them wide. He took his time, savoring every inch of her skin as he moved closer to the apex of her desire.

When he reached her panties, he didn't bother to remove them. Instead, he tore them away, revealing her glistening pussy to his eager gaze. His eyes narrowed, his breath hot against her sex as he took in the sight of her arousal. Then, without warning, his mouth was on her, his tongue plunging deep, lapping at her clit with a fervor that left her gasping for air.

Y/N's nails dug into the bed, the fabric tearing under her grip as she arched her back, offering herself up to his hungry mouth. His teeth grazed the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, his tongue circling her opening before delving back in. She could feel his breath hot against her, the smoke from his cigarette mingling with the scent of their desire as he feasted on her like a starving man.

Her hips bucked against his mouth, her body writhing as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. He knew just how to touch her, how to make her scream his name and beg for more. And she did, her voice echoing through the small cabin, a symphony of pleasure that was music to his ears.

But even as she neared climax, she couldn't shake the thought of Zoro, catching a glimpse of him watching them from the shadows. It was a thrill that only added to her arousal, a dark secret that she held close, a forbidden fruit that she dare not share with the man currently claiming her body.

Zoro's eyes were glued to the crack in the curtains, his hand moving in his pants as he watched his comrade succumb to Smoker's touch. He felt a twinge of jealousy, his desires stirring as he took in the sight of Y/N's body writhing in pleasure. He knew he should be out there, fighting alongside his crew, but the scene before him was too tempting to ignore. He wished he was the one driving her wild, the one making her scream.

His grip tightened around his cock, his strokes growing more furious as he watched Smoker's head bob between her legs. The sounds of her pleasure filled the air, a siren's call to his own primal instincts. He could feel his own orgasm building, his body tense with the need to claim what he saw.

Above them, the lantern swayed, casting erratic shadows on the walls. The flickering light played over their bodies, a silent observer to their illicit encounter. Y/N's eyes rolled back in her head, her moans growing louder with each pass of Smoker's tongue. And all the while, Zoro watched, his own breaths coming in harsh gasps as he stroked himself in time with the marine's movements.

The rage grew within him, his need to dominate and possess Y/N becoming more than he could bear. He had to have her, had to show her who her true master was. The thought of it had him on the edge, his orgasm just out of reach.

With a snarl, Smoker flipped her over onto her stomach, her breasts pressing into the bed and her ass in the air. She gasped as he smacked her firmly, the sound echoing through the room. Again and again, his hand fell, the impact leaving a warm, stinging sensation that only served to make her wetter. Each smack was accompanied by a moan from her, her body jolting with each strike.

He took a moment to admire the red handprints on her alabaster skin, the way her cheeks jiggled with each hit. It was a sight that made his cock throb even more, the power of his hand leaving its mark on her body. He could feel his lust for her reaching a crescendo, his body demanding release.

Gripping her hips, Smoker aligned his purplish cock with her wet folds. He could feel her heat, her desire for him, and it made him even more eager to claim her. He teased her, sliding his length through her slickness, the tip of his cock grazing her clit before retreating. Y/N's whimpers grew more desperate, her body begging for his invasion.

But Smoker was not one to be rushed, not even by his own desires. He took his time, enjoying the way she squirmed beneath him. He knew she was close, could feel it in the tension of her muscles, the way her pussy clenched around his cock. But he held back, the anticipation only adding to the intensity of the moment.

With one final, harsh smack to her ass, he thrust into her, filling her completely with one swift movement. She screamed his name, the sound muffled by the pillow she'd buried her face in. The force of his entry sent shockwaves through her body, her muscles clamping down around his cock. He didn't give her time to adjust, instead pulling her hair to arch her back and plunge deeper, his hips pistoning into her without mercy.

The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, the headboard banging against the wall. Y/N's breasts bounced with each powerful thrust, the sensation of his grip on her hair and the pinch of his fingers on her nipples sending bolts of pleasure through her body. She felt like she was being claimed, owned by the very essence of the man behind her.

Her eyes fluttered shut, the sensation of Smoker's cock stretching her pussy and his fingers playing with her clit overwhelming. Yet, even as she lost herself in the moment, she was acutely aware of the presence outside their little world, the eyes that bore into her from the darkness. The thrill of being watched, of being the star of this illicit performance, had her panting and writhing, her body responding to the unspoken demands of the voyeur in the shadows.

Smoker's strokes grew more erratic, his breaths coming in short, harsh bursts as he approached his own climax. Each thrust was punctuated by a grunt, his grip on her hair tightening until she thought she might pass out from the pleasure-pain. But she didn't want it to end, didn't want this moment of pure, unbridled passion to be over.

As he reached his peak, Y/N felt the warm flood of his cum fill her, the sensation pushing her over the edge as well. Her body convulsed around him, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave. She screamed, the sound echoing through the cabin, the force of it shaking the very foundation of their illicit union.

Through the crack in the curtains, Zoro watched, his hand moving faster and faster over his own cock. The sight of Smoker claiming Y/N, the sound of her pleasure, it was too much. With a roar, he came, his seed spurting out to paint the wooden roof above. His body jerked, his climax so intense it was almost painful.

For a moment, all was still, the only sound the harsh panting of the two lovers inside the cabin. Then, as if the world had come back into focus, Zoro realized what he'd just done. He quickly tucked himself back into his pants, his cheeks burning with a mix of shame and arousal. He knew he couldn't stay there, not now, not after witnessing such an intimate moment.

With one last, lingering glance at the passionate scene unfolding before him, Zoro turned to leave, his body still thrumming with the echoes of his own climax. But as he moved to slip away into the shadows, a sudden sound from the cabin made him freeze.

Inside, Y/N was now riding Smoker, her hips rolling and bucking as he held her ass, his cock buried deep within her. The sight was too much to resist, and Zoro felt his arousal stirring once more, his cock thickening with the desire to claim what he'd just seen.

On the bed, Y/N's eyes rolled back in her head, her body moving in a sinuous rhythm that had Smoker's eyes glazed with pleasure. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, and he took full advantage, his teeth and tongue playing with the sensitive peaks. The room was a cacophony of their moans and the slap of flesh against flesh, a symphony of desire that seemed to pulse through the very air.

Smoker's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her soft skin as he urged her to go faster, deeper. Y/N's nails dug into his chest, leaving red streaks that stood out against his tanned skin. Her pussy was tight, clamping down on his cock with every downward stroke, the friction driving him closer to the edge.

Zoro watched, his own hand moving in his pants as he took in the sight of Smoker's cock disappearing into Y/N's willing body. He could see the sheen of sweat on their bodies, the way their muscles strained with every movement. It was a dance of dominance and submission, a battle of wills that had his blood pumping with excitement. He knew he should leave, knew that he was invading their privacy, but he couldn't tear his eyes away.

The sight of Y/N's ass bouncing up and down on Smoker's cock was almost too much to bear. He could see the way she took him in, her body stretching to accommodate his length. He felt his own desire build, his cock hardening even more as he pumped his fist in time with their movements. He bit his lip to stifle a groan, the taste of his own saliva mixing with the bitter taste of his own arousal.

But as the sounds of their passion grew louder, so did the guilt. Zoro knew that he couldn't just stand there and watch. He had to decide if he was going to act on his desires or step back and let the moment pass. The conflict raged within him, his need to claim her warring with his loyalty to his crew. Yet, the sight of her in the throes of pleasure, the way she moved her hips in a silent invitation, had him questioning his resolve.

Finally, unable to bear the torment any longer, he stepped away from the curtain, his heart racing in his chest. He had to get back to the ship, had to make sure that the rest of the Straw Hats were safe. But as he slipped into the night, he couldn't help but feel a pang of longing, a desire to be the one making her scream in ecstasy.

Inside the cabin, Y/N's orgasm washed over her a final time, her body trembling with the force of it. She threw her head back, her eyes squeezed shut as Smoker's name left her lips in a keening wail. He followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing inside her as he emptied himself into her willing body.

They lay there, panting and spent, their bodies entangled in the aftermath of passion. The room was still, the only sound was the harsh breaths that filled the air. And through it all, the lingering scent of their desire, a potent reminder of what had just transpired.