βΛππΛβ let me be your relief βΛππΛβ
roronoa zoro x fem!reader
cw: blowjob, cock worship, teasing, praise, reader is smaller and has small hands
it's way past midnight, the moon casting a low glow over the ship, seeping through the curtains and faintly illuminating the room.
with an audible weary sigh, zoro slumps on the couch, exhausted from what seemed like a never-ending battle.
you quietly open the door to his room, poking your head inside to check what he's doing, scanning the room until your eyes fall onto his form nearly covering the whole couch.
zoro's heavy body is sunk back into the cushions as his head rests on the back of the couch and his eyes are closed, heavy limbs all sprawled out over the couch, legs spread wide, broad chest steadily rising and falling, his tight black shirt sticking to his sweaty skin and accentuating his toned muscles.
in that moment, you think the dim moonlight only gives his already handsome features a heavenly aura. you can't help but think how gorgeous he looks like this.
it seems like he's asleep, but you know better.
you notice how utterly exhausted he is. but also notice the deep frown creasing his forehead, showcasing that he's still so tense and deep in thought.
an idea pops into your head.
you tiptoe into the room and lock the door before silently making your way to the couch.
and of course zoro senses your presence, slowly opening his eye. only to see you already kneeling between his spread out legs.
he raises an eyebrow. confused, but clearly intrigued.
"what are you doing, girl?"
his voice is gruff. tired.
with a playful smile and a tilt of your head, you play with the waistband of his pants, glowing eyes looking up at him.
your voice is soft. seductive.
you give him a look that makes his cock twitch in the confines of his pants.
eyeing the outline of his cock over his pants, you basically start drooling at the sight as you squeeze your thighs together.
a knowing smirk appears on his face, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip.
"you sure, pretty? you must be tired."
zoro caresses the top of your head. even now, with you kneeling down before him and offering him some relief, he's still thinking of you before himself.
"i'm sure, zo." you start, "you've done so much and you're exhausted."
your fingers dance over his clothed thighs. teasing.
"let me take care of you for once. just sit back and relax now."
your hands absent-mindedly massage the defined muscles of his thighs, silently waiting for his approval as you give him a pleading look and bite your lip.
finally, zoro's composure gives in.
he's only a man after all.
so he nods for you to go ahead.
grinning from ear to ear, you reach for his waistband and pull it down with no hesitation, freeing his semi-hard cock.
it's not the first time you see it, but your eyes still widen at the sight.
even though it's not fully hard yet, it's still large.
you press your thighs together, feeling the mess between them even more.
"take a picture it'll last longer."
you didn't realize you've been staring.
and you can sense the impatience in his tone.
did you say that out loud?
zoro might hide it, but he's incredibly flattered by your reaction, too excited by the ego boost.
your hand reaches to grab his twitching cock. too quickly. greedy. but you don't care. you need to feel him. and you know he needs you too.
his breath hitches at the sudden contact. he'd never admit it out loud, but you know how sensitive he is.
you smile at his reaction, rubbing him slowly, hand running up and down his hefty length as you feel it harden, feeling every ridge and vein against your palm as you maintain eye-contact the whole time.
zoro's mouth falls open and his gaze descends to where your hand meets his cock which is now throbbing.
his eyes darken. he's breathing harder.
it barely fits in your hand, small fingers struggling to reach around his girth, moving gracefully from the base to his tip, adding just enough pressure to get him going.
fully hard and standing, thick and veiny, a bit darker than his skin-tone, the sheer length and girth of his cock has you drooling, soaking you between your legs. it has a slight upward curve, a thick vein running along the right side, with a flushed tip in a darker shade of pink, heavily dripping with pre-cum.
you lean in, eyes locked on zoro's.
pressing your tongue below his tip, you wrap your lips around it, sucking and licking, tasting him and rolling your tongue around the tip before pulling it out with a loud pop.
his breath quickens, mouth falls slightly open, letting out a quiet sound between a grunt and a whimper, pupils dilated as he looks at your teasing smile.
you whisper softly, before kissing the tip.
zoro's eyes widen, his cheeks reddening as he gulps.
"you're so beautiful, zo. you know that?"
"tch. stop saying shit like that."
he retorts, but can't hide the pink hue that's taking over his cheeks and ears.
you lick the dripping tip again with a cute giggle.
zoro gasps quietly, gripping the cushions beside him.
gods, you're gonna be the death of him.
your lips graze along his length, softly kissing and licking down to the base.
you close your eyes and moan, tapping his cock on your cheeks and giggling sweetly.
and he thinks how beautiful you look from down there, worshipping him like this.
he's never felt like this before. so... cared for. so loved.
he murmurs, barely reaching your ears.
"me? look who's talking!"
zoro rolls his eyes. but the light bashful smile never leaves his face.
his thumb brushes your bottom lip, wet with saliva and pre-cum.
you suck his thumb and smile.
he smirks and taps your cheek with his index finger before leaning back into the cushions.
your lips touch his leaking tip, opening slowly and hollowing your cheeks, taking him in. carefully at first. to see how much it fits.
then it's messy. his juices mixing with your saliva, coating his length as your lips reach the middle and your hands grab the rest, working their way to the base.
zoro's jaw falls slack, breathing heavier as it turns into grunts and groans, getting louder by the second till he's consumed by the feeling of your hot mouth on his cock. then he doesn't care anymore. let everyone hear how good you're making him feel. how good you are to him.
his hand finds your hair, gripping tightly but not too much to hurt you.
his other hand remains on the cushions, nails digging into the fabric and leaving crescent marks as he lets his head fall back and squeezes his eyes shut.
drooling and gagging around his thick cock, suddenly there's a loud gag leaving your throat after you go too deep.
zoro jolts forward and frowns in concern, looking into your teary eyes, silently asking if you're alright.
you reply with a nod, voice a little hoarse. before going on to pleasure your pent-up stoic man.
he caresses the top of your head and leans back with a sigh as your warm, wet mouth cloaks his throbbing cock again.
your head moves up and down, his hand resting on top, fingers laced into your hair, but never pushing.
tears stain your cheeks and drool runs down your chin, puffy lips wrapped around his pulsating cock and one hand rubbing the rest of it while the other warms his balls.
you inhale his musky scent deeply and moan, sending shivers through his body.
zoro's grunts and groans fill the whole room, undoubtedly leaking outside as well. but you're both too far gone to care.
your muffled moans send vibrations through his length, only adding to the electrifying pleasure. if that's even possible.
his hisses and broken moans signal you that he's close.
you pick up the pace, bobbing your head up and down, sucking and licking messily, fat tip hitting the back of your throat while simultaneously rubbing and warming his balls as you both moan together.
twitching and pulsating harder in your mouth, zoro grips your hair tighter and squeezes his eyes shut, a guttural moan of your name leaving his lips as you feel a white hot release filling your throat.
zoro stares, panting heavily. before a smirk takes over his face.
he touches your chin, thumb swiping over your swollen lips.
and rub his wet tip on your lips like lipstick.
you stand up and take his face in your hands, before crashing your lips onto his, making him taste himself.
your voice is gentle. calm.
his eyes are droopy. exhausted after the long day you all had.
and with that, you leave him in a blissful cloud, a sort of contentment he's never felt before. but you made it possible. and he's truly grateful. thinking how he's gonna pay you back.
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