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“Mm.” You hum, idly slinging your leg over his hip, granting him the access he needs. The heat from your core presses against his thigh, grinding ever so slightly. “Didn’t get enough last night?”

“Quiet.” Zoro growls, burying his face back in your neck with sweet kisses to hide his blushing face in the moonlit room. He grips his length, giving the hardness a few rough tugs before rips your panties down your legs and nudges himself at your entrance.

With a steady thrust, he fills you in one swoop, leaving you both panting for more. He knows you’re tired, hell, so is he, but this is what he needs to sleep soundly.

“Zoro.” The breathy plea of his name flees past your plush lips — soft, desperate, laced with sweetness. His cock throbs at your voice but he doesn’t move his hips. “You always do this.”

“Helps me sleep.” He nips your ear and brushes his broad, bare chest against yours until you’re flush against him. Zoro lets out a defensive huff. “You wanted me to sleep more, woman. This is how I do it.”

“Touchy.” You tease softly, massaging his the back of his head. He grunts as he melts at your heavenly hands. It remains unspoken but the closeness soothes him more than he could ever hope to explain. Sometimes just holding you isn’t enough.

So many years spent fighting for his dream, surviving by the swift swing of his sharp swords, slashing down anything that stood in his way. With you, he doesn’t need to wield his weapons, he can lay them down and let life become more than just surviving.

“I’ve got you, baby.” The simple words kiss away any lingering reservations, dismantling all the defenses he’s spent years crafting.

His highly tuned body traitorously relaxes at the pet name he swears he dislikes, but he can’t seem to fight it as he falls under your spell of gentle caresses and the way you squeeze around him with your fluttering walls.

The sun will rise soon and the crew along with it, but for now, it’s a sacred moment of intimacy — a way to be close in a time that always feels fleeting.

Here in your arms is the sanctuary he never sought out but would do everything in his power to protect.

“Mm.” You hum, idly slinging your leg over his hip, granting him the access he needs. The heat from your core presses against his thigh, grinding ever so slightly. “Didn’t get enough last night?”

“Quiet.” Zoro growls, burying his face back in your neck with sweet kisses to hide his blushing face in the moonlit room. He grips his length, giving the hardness a few rough tugs before rips your panties down your legs and nudges himself at your entrance.

With a steady thrust, he fills you in one swoop, leaving you both panting for more. He knows you’re tired, hell, so is he, but this is what he needs to sleep soundly.

“Zoro.” The breathy plea of his name flees past your plush lips — soft, desperate, laced with sweetness. His cock throbs at your voice but he doesn’t move his hips. “You always do this.”

“Helps me sleep.” He nips your ear and brushes his broad, bare chest against yours until you’re flush against him. Zoro lets out a defensive huff. “You wanted me to sleep more, woman. This is how I do it.”

“Touchy.” You tease softly, massaging his the back of his head. He grunts as he melts at your heavenly hands. It remains unspoken but the closeness soothes him more than he could ever hope to explain. Sometimes just holding you isn’t enough.

So many years spent fighting for his dream, surviving by the swift swing of his sharp swords, slashing down anything that stood in his way. With you, he doesn’t need to wield his weapons, he can lay them down and let life become more than just surviving.

“I’ve got you, baby.” The simple words kiss away any lingering reservations, dismantling all the defenses he’s spent years crafting.

His highly tuned body traitorously relaxes at the pet name he swears he dislikes, but he can’t seem to fight it as he falls under your spell of gentle caresses and the way you squeeze around him with your fluttering walls.

The sun will rise soon and the crew along with it, but for now, it’s a sacred moment of intimacy — a way to be close in a time that always feels fleeting.

Here in your arms is the sanctuary he never sought out but would do everything in his power to protect.

You are getting pounded by your husband, roughly, and deeply. Making your mouth open in pleasure, but making your eyes shut in pain. It has been an hour, your pussy is puffy, swelling and hurting.

You moaned, weakly now. Almost like you're struggling. His face on the crook of your neck, planting soft kisses on your shoulder as if he's not hitting your pussy with his dick and hips slapping roughly making the wettest and sloppiest sounds.

His hands trapped both of your smaller ones beside your head. Now, you're unable to touch him or even grip something. You're overstimulated.

"Zoro..." You call out weakly. He didn't answer, he just kept going.

Tears flowing down your cheeks. Your thighs are trembling, shaking, like almost asking for a rest.

Your chest, neck and arms were filled with hickeys. Newly sucked ones. It was painful for you. but ecstatic for him.

Your back arched as he buried himself deep in you for a minute. You tried to moan normally, but you're too tired. You're too hungover.

"—s'too much..." You mumbled. You know he heard it but after you mumbled those words, he pulled out his shaft and buried himself so deep again with a sound of slap making your back arch again. Your hands are trying to get out of his grip. Your eyes shut, tears overflowing.

"Zoro...." You moaned weakly. He didn't give a single fuck. He'll fuck you until you pass out, he'll fuck you even if you're done and he's not. He'll fuck you until you couldn't talk anymore.

He finally lifted his head from your neck and gazed at your face. He smiled softly, proud as he seems. You thought he was done, unfortunately, he's not. He kept hitting. Painfully now, pleasure is fighting but pain is overcoming you.

He didn't care. As long as he's satisfied, you're alright.

He let go of your hands, but you didn't fight back. You didn't grip his hair, you didn't touch him. That's when he knew that you passed out, he knew you were too tired to fight. He knew it was too much for you.

"Cute." He whispered as he kissed your cheeks softly.

I'm so sorry for ghosting you all, i swear tumblr wouldn't open for me like for weeks and it got me stressin dawg.

“sylus?”

“hm?”

“what’s wrong?” you ask, gripping the bedsheets a little tighter, sinking your nails deeper in the fabric as his thrusts started to become more unbearable, less like him.

sylus shrugged, “nothing’s wrong, sweetie.” he muttered, coiling his arms around your body in a possessive manner, pulling you closer.

you tried asking the question again, but he just caught your words in a kiss. you knew what it was now. it had to be the condom you bought, which he still was using.

what a joke.

you stifle a laugh and sylus raised an eyebrow at your sudden mood switch.

“what happened?” he asked, slowing down the pace, watching your eyes tear as you tried holding back your laugh, arm hovering over your mouth as you covered your grin.

“n-nothing!” you giggle, shaking your head, trying to avoid eye contact from his stupidly confused face. “sylus, if it’s from earlier, you could’ve just- hngh- not used them. it was just a joke.”

“i knew it was a joke.” he grinned, snaking his fingers up your arm to intertwine his fingers with yours. “an awful one too.”

his grip on your hand tightened and you noticed his reaction looking more like the sylus he was when he was in bed.

“i decided we could use them so i could test that they could work, and to prove you wrong… but…”

his face reddened even more, the sounds he held back started to leave his lips, echoing through the secluded room, growing louder and louder.

sylus bit the bottom of his lip, trying to hold back from cumming too early, but fuck. all this holding back just to act sulky over a stupid joke almost made him laugh.

“but?”

“but, they weren’t the best and i could barely feel a thing.”

his thrusts became uneven as he tried to finish his sentence.

“so why don’t we try again, this time without the condom, since you forgot to buy my size.”

"a little more..hm? please? let me eat you out a little more baby." he buries himself between your legs again without waiting for your answer because 'no' is not an answer for him.

even though he's eating you out his voice is almost equal to yours. he loves to moan into your pussy, just like that satisfying sound you make when you're eating a delicious meal. he loves to suck your clit while his hand finds your nipple and lingers there.

another thing he likes is when you cum on his face, do that and he'll give you the world. "cum in my mouth baby, you can do it. I want you to make a mess on my face." he won't pull back until he's gotten all your juices out, and when he finally pulls back he'll look at your pussy for a while to make sure not a single drop was wasted, then he'll lift his head and give you a smile.

kissing with this man can be pure heaven. can we call him the king of french kissing? i think he definitely deserves that nickname.

he'll make sure to never go overboard, not too hard or too fast. he likes to move his tongue around your mouth in gentle movements, the little whimpers you make as your tongues touch can be the sweetest melody he's ever heard.

he usually likes to grab the back of your neck, cheek or chin. it makes him feel more in control.

he has the softest and absolutely best lips.

he likes to bite your bottom lip before pulling away from the kiss, his eyes half-open and focused on your lips, likes to look at how red and swollen they are from the kiss.

also pulling back with a wet kiss is one of his favorites, he loves that little kiss sound when you pull back with a long kiss while your saliva is completely mixed.

his favorite place to kiss is your lips but he never says no to your nipples either. another place he likes to run his tongue around.

he does the same to your nipples as he eats you. first, he wets them with small touches, causes your nipples to harden with small tongue strokes and after a while he takes them all in his mouth.

he likes to pull back with a light bite from your nipple, the same he bites your lower lip before pulling back from the kiss.

The package arrives on a Tuesday, dropped neatly right outside Hyunjin’s apartment. He bends to pick it up, frowning when he notices the name printed across the label. Yours.

A slow smile creeps onto his face. You haven’t lived here in a month, and yet here you are—still haunting his apartment, still tied to him by something as simple as a shipping address.

Curiosity gets the better of him so he rips the tape open and parts the flaps. Inside is a sleek black box. His eyes skim the label, and then he chuckles, low and disbelieving.

A vibrator.

Hyunjin leans back on his heels, tongue poking against his cheek as a smirk spreads across his lips. “Of course,” he murmurs, almost laughing. “You’d leave me but not forget to buy yourself company.”

He turns the box over in his hands, shaking his head, but his grin only widens. There’s something delicious about this—about knowing, about holding it, about imagining your reaction when he shows up at your door with your little secret in hand.

Most people would’ve just texted, maybe dropped it off at the front desk. But Hyunjin? No. He likes watching you squirm too much.

Grabbing his keys, he tucks the package under his arm. If you’re not going to change your address, then he’ll deliver it personally—and maybe remind you exactly why no toy could ever replace him.

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When the doorbell rings, you’re not expecting him. The last person you expect, actually. But when you swing the door open, you find him standing there, tall and unfairly beautiful as ever, leaning lazily against the frame with a cardboard box tucked under his arm.

“Hyunjin…?”

He smirks, tilting the package up just enough for you to see. “Special delivery.”

Heat rushes to your face instantly, remembering the way you forgot to change the shipping address right before you clicked checkout. You know exactly what it is, and from the glint in his eyes, you know he knows too. “You opened it,” you accuse, voice tight.

“Of course I did,” he says easily, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. He steps closer, his grin widening as he lowers his voice. “You really should be more careful with your address, baby. Not everyone would be as… accommodating as me.”

You reach for the box, but he pulls it back just out of reach, enjoying the way you fluster. “Hyunjin—”

He raises a brow, eyes dancing with mischief. “What? Embarrassed? It’s just a toy. Not like I don’t know exactly how you sound without it.”

His words, his tone—cocky, smooth, laced with menace—make your skin prickle. He leans in, so close you can feel his breath against your cheek, his voice dropping to a sinful whisper.

“Tell me… does it feel as good as me?”

You snatch the box from his hands before he can say more, but he’s already laughing, the sound warm and sharp all at once. You clutch the package to your chest and force your voice steady. “Thanks for dropping it off. You can go now.”

Hyunjin’s lips curve into a slow, knowing smile. He doesn’t move. Instead, he leans his shoulder against the doorframe, gaze dragging shamelessly over you. “That’s it? No thank you? No explanation?” His voice dips, velvety and dangerous. “No answer to my question?”

You roll your eyes, willing your pulse to slow. “You’re insufferable.”

“Mm,” he hums, ignoring your dismissal, tilting his head to the side. “But I’m right, aren’t I?” His smirk deepens, sharp and maddening. “You bought that because you thought it’d keep you from missing me. But tell me—” he steps closer, lowering his voice until it’s just for you, “—does it feel as good as me?”

You laugh, brittle and forced. “I don’t think about you.”

Hyunjin chuckles softly, darkly, and pushes the door open wider without waiting for permission. His presence floods your space, his cologne curling around you like smoke. He cages you against the wall with a hand pressed near your head, his mouth hovering dangerously close.

“You’re lying,” he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. “I can see it in your face.” His finger trails down the edge of the box you’re holding, tapping it lightly. “This won’t ever kiss you until you’re dizzy. It won’t ever whisper your name the way I do when I’m buried inside you.”

Heat pools low in your stomach, and you hate yourself for the way your body betrays you. You swallow hard, trying to maintain your mask of indifference. “You’re too full of yourself.”

“Or maybe,” Hyunjin murmurs, tilting your chin up with two fingers, eyes burning into yours, “you just miss me too much to admit it.”

The charged silence between you thrums like a live wire. He doesn’t kiss you yet—he just lingers, lips brushing the corner of your mouth, teasing, torturing, waiting for you to crack.

And though you grip the box like a shield, you’re already trembling, already fighting the urge to give in, because Hyunjin doesn’t just tempt—he overwhelms, relentless and devastating, until resistance feels impossible.

You turn your head to the side, your voice sharp as you tell him, “You need to leave.”

He tilts his head, smirk widening like he can see straight through you. “Leave?” His lips brush your ear, his tone mocking, sinful. “But you don’t want me to leave. Not really.”

You shove at his chest, but he doesn’t budge—solid, steady, infuriating. “You’re delusional,” you snap, gripping the box tighter like it can shield you from him.

Hyunjin only laughs softly, the sound curling low in your stomach. “Delusional?” His hand slides down, catching your wrist, tugging the package from your grip and setting it aside. “Then why are you shaking?”

“I’m not—”

He cuts you off with a gentle press of his lips to your jaw, not quite a kiss, just a whisper of contact. “I remember every sound you made for me,” he murmurs, his mouth grazing lower to your throat. “You can tell yourself that toy does the trick, but you and I both know it can’t make you scream like I can.”

Your breath hitches, traitorous, but you force yourself to say, “You’re not special, Hyunjin. I don’t need you anymore.”

That makes him pause. He leans back just enough to look at you, eyes flashing. And then—he smiles, slow and dangerous. “We’ll see about that.”

His hand snakes around your waist, pulling you flush against him, the hard lines of his body pressing into yours. His lips hover just above yours, taunting. “Tell me to stop, and I will.” His voice dips, husky, laced with heat. “But you won’t, will you?”

You hate how your body arches into him, how every nerve is lit up, begging for more. You cling to your pride, your last defense. “You’re…”

“And you’re already caving,” he counters, smirk smug and devastating. His thumb traces your bottom lip, coaxing, daring. “Come on, baby. Admit it. Nothing feels as good as me.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, shaking your head, trying not to give him the satisfaction. But when his mouth finally crashes onto yours—hungry, demanding, devastatingly familiar—all resistance burns away. You melt against him, a desperate sound breaking free as his hands roam, proving his point with every touch.

When you pull away, your lips are swollen from his kiss, your chest heaving, and yet you force the words out between shaky breaths. “You’re just proving my point, Hyunjin. I don’t need you anymore. I can take care of myself.”

That makes him chuckle, deep and amused, his gaze flicking to the package he set aside. “Ah, right. With this?” He picks it up, taps the box with his long fingers, and smirks. “Cute. You really thought this could replace me?”

“Maybe it already has,” you shoot back, though your voice isn’t as steady as you want it to be.

Hyunjin’s eyes darken, his smirk sharpening into something predatory. He leans in close, his breath fanning your lips. “Then let me prove it. Let me show you just how pathetic this thing is compared to me.”

Before you can protest, he’s opening the box, sliding the sleek toy out with practiced ease. He holds it up between you, his gaze never leaving your face, savoring the way you flush under his stare.

“Don’t look so shy now,” he murmurs, his voice silk and smoke. “You bought it, didn’t you? You wanted it.” He brushes the tip along the inside of your thigh over your clothes, making you gasp. “But you didn’t think I’d be the one to break it in for you, did you?”

You try to turn away, but he catches your chin, forcing your eyes back to his. “Don’t fight me, baby. You’ll thank me for this.”

The vibrator hums to life in his hand, the sound low and steady. He drags it slowly up your thigh, grinning when your body shivers in spite of yourself. “See? You’re already shaking. And I haven’t even touched you properly yet.”

When he finally presses it against you—lightly, over your clothed sex—you choke on a moan, your hands flying to his shoulders for balance. His smile is devastating. “That’s it. That’s the sound I missed.”

He presses closer, his lips brushing your ear, his free hand sliding around your waist to hold you steady. “Remember this,” he whispers, his voice a sinful promise. “Even your little toy only works because it’s me holding it. Because it’s my hands, my voice, my touch driving you insane.”

The toy buzzes steadily against you, Hyunjin’s hand keeping it pressed exactly where it drives you mad. Your head falls back against the wall, a broken moan spilling from your lips, and his grin sharpens, smug and devastating.

“God, look at you,” he murmurs, eyes locked on your trembling body. “Falling apart already, and it’s not even me touching you.” He tilts the toy just slightly, making your knees buckle.

You try to glare at him, but the sound that leaves your mouth ruins it—high, desperate, needy. Your body betrays you, trembling under the dual assault of vibration and his hot breath on your neck. You want to deny him, to cling to your pride, but every gasp and every moan falls into his waiting grin, proof that Hyunjin was indeed right—he’ll always be better.

Hyunjin laughs softly, shaking his head. “No, no, baby. I can’t let this be the thing that makes you come. Not when you’re mine.” He pulls the toy away suddenly, leaving you gasping at the loss.

Before you can protest, he drops to his knees and his hands are on you—pulling your underwear down, setting the silky fabric aside with impatient ease. “Let me remind you what you’ve been missing.”

And then it’s his mouth, hot and hungry, replacing the toy. His tongue works you with practiced precision, every flick and curl pulling moans out of you that you once swore you’d never give him again. His fingers dig into your thighs, holding you open, relentless as he devours you.

When you cry out his name, he pulls back just enough to smirk up at you, lips glistening. “See? Already better.”

You’re shaking, pleading without meaning to, and he doesn’t stop. Two fingers slide inside you, curling perfectly as his mouth returns to your clit. The toy lies abandoned on the floor, forgotten—because Hyunjin is right. He knows every sound you make, every twitch of your body, every way to undo you until you’re nothing but a mess beneath him.

When you finally shatter, screaming his name, he doesn’t give you time to recover. He’s already undoing his belt, already lining himself up against you, his grin wicked as he murmurs, “Now let me really prove it. No toy will ever fuck you like I do.”

His words melt into your skin as he presses against you, belt hanging loose, pants shoved low on his hips. You barely have time to breathe before he’s sliding his cock into you in one hard, deep thrust. The stretch burns and yet feels devastatingly right, your gasp caught in his mouth as he swallows it with a kiss.

“Fuck,” Hyunjin groans, his forehead pressing to yours, his voice rough. “You’re still so fucking tight for me.” His hips draw back and slam forward again, the sound of your bodies colliding obscene, wet, undeniable.

You cling to him, torn between pride and surrender, but he doesn’t let you hide. His hand catches your chin, forcing your dazed eyes to meet his. “Say it,” he demands, his thrusts deep and punishing. “Say I’m better.”

You shake your head weakly, lips trembling, but the moan that slips out betrays you.

He smirks, sweat dripping down his temple as he pounds into you harder, his thumb finding your clit and circling ruthlessly. “Your toy can’t fuck you like this,” he growls against your ear. “It can’t make you drip all over me, can’t make you scream my name.”

The coil in your belly tightens violently, your nails digging into his shoulders as your body trembles on the edge. He feels it, grinning through gritted teeth. “Yeah, that’s it. Come for me. Show me who you belong to.”

When you break—loud, wrecked, shaking apart around him—Hyunjin curses and slams into you even harder, chasing his own release. His rhythm stutters, and with a final deep thrust, he buries himself inside you, groaning your name with his mouth planted in the crook of your neck.

For a moment, all you can do is cling to him, boneless and gasping, the toy lying forgotten on the floor.

Hyunjin kisses your jaw, still breathless but wearing that infuriatingly smug grin. “Told you,” he whispers, pulling out just enough to make you shiver at the loss. “No one—nothing—will ever be better than me.”

You hate to admit it but deep down, you know Hyunjin is right.

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