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“Stay right here,” Sanji insisted, “I’ll go make you some soup.”
You gave him a weak thank you and smiled when he kissed the top of your head. After one last loving gaze thrown your way, he was bounding off towards the kitchen.
The boat rocked and you clutched at your stomach, face twisting in discomfort. You’d never gotten seasick before. If you were prone to such a thing, there’s no way you could have been a pirate and lived aboard a ship. Yet, today, your stomach twisted in knots every time the boat moved in the slightest.
“How are you feeling?” Usopp asked, taking a seat beside you.
“Terrible, thanks for asking,” you joked.
He smiled and put a hand on your shoulder. “I’m sure you’ll be alright soon,” he reassured. “The medicine Chopper gave you should be kicking in soon.”
“Let’s hope so,” you replied, feeling your stomach churn yet again.
You closed your eyes and leaned your head back, trying to focus on the cool breeze and the salty smell of the air. It seemed to work and, for a time, you felt peaceful. That is, until your stomach lurched and you were forced to haul your top half over the side of the boat to wretch into the sea yet again.
Usopp cringed in disgust, which earned him a not-so-gentle knock on his head from Sanji who was returning with your soup.
“There, there, dearest,” Sanji cooed. “Let it all out.”
You marveled at his ability to find you endearing even in times like this, but silently thanked him for it. It made you feel better knowing that he still cared for you, still loved you even now. The soothing strokes of his hand along your spine as you hurled up nothing but bile were comforting. They almost made you forget all your anguish.
Almost.
When you were finished throwing up, you sank to your knees, head drooping forward out of exhaustion.
“Poor thing,” Sanji said, sitting down beside you. “Even in sickness, you look beautiful.”
You smiled at his flattery, leaning your head on his shoulder. He passed you a glass of water, leaving the steaming soup aside until you decided you were ready to eat it.
“Drink up,” he instructed as you took the glass. “You’re losing a lot of fluids.”
“Thanks, Sanji. I’d kiss you but…”
“Nonsense! I’ll accept your kiss even now!”
And though he puckered his lips and leaned in, you pushed him away, not willing to get him sick, too. If it wasn’t seasickness and instead a bug, Sanji was the last person you wanted to get sick.
“Come on,” your boyfriend pouted, “just one!”
“No way! I’m not risking your health! One sick person is all this crew needs!”
“What we really need is no sick people,” Zoro piped up, not even bothering to open his eyes from where he rested across the deck.
You rolled your eyes. “I can’t exactly help it, can I?”
“Yeah!” Sanji supported, quick to back up his woman. “It’s not her fault! My lovely girl would never get sick on purpose.”
He leaned in for a kiss again and you turned your head just in time for his lips to land on your cheek. While he pouted, you drank your water, ignoring the way Zoro scoffed at Sanji’s remark.
You and Zoro had been at odds since you joined the crew. There wasn’t a particular reason, your personalities just didn’t seem to clash. If Sanji and Zoro were frenemies, the relationship between Zoro and you could best be described as enemies.
Though you’d bickered lots at first, the rest of your friends had complained enough about your attitudes for the two of you to quell the hatred… partially. You hated each other in silence, tossing snarky remarks back and forth that every so often escalated into shouting matches. Whenever that happened, Nami’s fists would shut you both up with ease.
You pushed Zoro from your mind and finally dug into your soup. You released a small hum of delight as the flavor spread across your tastebuds. Sanji truly was an incredible cook.
“It’s delicious! Thank you,” you praised, following up your statement with a kiss to Sanji’s cheek.
His face turned red and his eyes turned to hearts as he mumbled words of gratitude. You only laughed and took another spoonful of your soup, hoping you’d be able to keep it down.
Zoro tried to ignore your voices from across the ship, turning his head to the side and squeezing his eyes shut tighter. Still, your chipper tone and Sanji’s blatant flirting were hard to tune out. With a groan, he stood up and stalked off to find another place to nap - one without distractions.
“How are you feeling?” Chopper asked, toddling up to you.
“A bit better now. I think I might have gotten it all out of my system,” you answered.
He nodded. “I hope so. But we can’t know for sure yet, so make sure you keep drinking lots of fluids and eating simple foods.” He eyed your bowl of soup. “Sanji, bring her crackers or toast, too. They’re good for upset stomachs.”
“Right away, doctor!” Sanji answered. With a salute towards Chopper, he was dashing off again.
The reindeer watched as he ran off before turning back to you. “Are you sure you’re alright? You don’t have to lie just to make him feel better.”
You couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m sure. Don’t worry, Chopper, I’d tell you if something was wrong. But thanks! You’re the best!”
He turned away before you could see his furry cheeks turn pink. As Sanji returned, Chopper left, and you returned to your meal once more.
After you’d slurped down your soup and munched on nearly half a sleeve of crackers, you felt rejuvenated. Maybe it had just been a stomach bug. Maybe you’d gotten everything out of your system. Maybe you were alright!
As Sanji gathered up your dirty dishes, you stood up beside him. He raised an eyebrow at you while he perched your glass atop a plate.
“Should you be standing right now? Don’t you need to rest?” He questioned.
“I’m fine,” you reassured. “I’m feeling much better now!”
He shrugged. “If you say so.”
The two of you began walking off towards the kitchen.
“I still think you should be relaxing. I don’t know what I’d do if-“
Sanji’s sentence stopped short when he heard a thud beside him. Fast as a whip, he turned his head. And there you were, lying unconscious on the floor.
“Chopper!” Sanji cried, falling to his knees. The plates he’d been carrying shattered on the deck as he tossed them aside. His now-free hands pulled your head into his lap. “Chopper, come quick!”
The reindeer came running as fast as he could. He skidded to a stop in front of you, panic in his eyes.
“What happened?”
“She just fainted!” Sanji cried.
The rest of the crew came running soon after, everyone in shock and worried for their friend. Even Zoro woke from his nap to find out what was going on. And, though his face was as unreadable as always, he was concerned for your health, too.
“Bring her in,” Chopper said, motioning for Sanji to follow him.
The blonde man cradled your body in his arms and followed Chopper into the cabin. He placed your body in bed and covered you with a blanket. All the while, you remained out like a light.
“Will she be okay?” Sanji asked in a panic.
Chopper nodded. “I’ll make sure of it!”
Outside on the deck, the rest of the crew was panicking, too. They couldn’t lose a member of their team, they couldn’t lose a friend. You had to be okay! You just had to!
Luffy and Usopp were crying. Nami was pacing back and forth. Even Zoro, your bitter enemy, was caught biting his lip with worry.
After all, could you really be enemies after what the two of you had done?
Sanji was kicked out of the room for his hysterics. Chopper simply couldn’t do his job with Sanji crying in his ear and asking for an update every five seconds. So, what did he do when he could no longer bother Chopper? Bother everyone else on the ship, of course.
“What will I do if my poor darling isn’t okay? What will I do? What will I do?” He cried over and over.
Usopp covered his ears. “Shut up! You’re so annoying!”
Sanji moved in, grabbing Usopp by the collar. “Are you saying you don’t care about my beloved girlfriend?”
“Th-th-that’s not what I’m s-saying at all!” Usopp defended, bracing himself for the fist Sanji prepared with his other hand. “Y-You’re just repeating the same thing! It’s annoying!”
Sanji still hit the man, but not as hard as he had originally planned. Usopp nursed his tender cheek with his hand, rubbing the sore spot with care.
“Don’t worry, Sanji,” Nami reassured. “Chopper’s the best of the best. She’ll be alright.”
Even now, Nami made an effort to be calm. The brave face she was putting on wasn’t an act; she truly believed you would be fine. Nausea wasn’t too serious, and while fainting was something to be concerned about, she felt you would wake up and recover in no time.
“I can’t take it anymore! What’s taking him so long?! What’s wrong with her?!” Sanji shouted, pacing back and forth with his hands in his hair.
“Maybe she’s dead,” Zoro joked.
His sarcasm wasn’t appreciated and he was met with more than a few kicks from Sanji and a punch or two from Luffy. In moments, he was groaning and apologizing. The other two continued to chew him out, however, not satisfied with his repentance just yet.
In the midst of the commotion, Chopper re-emerged from the cabin. His arrival went unnoticed by the trio engaged in the argument, but Nami and Usopp wer glad to greet him.
“Chopper! How is she?” Nami asked.
At the mention of Chopper’s name, Sanji left Zoro behind and rushed to greet the doctor. “Yes, please,” he begged, “tell us. Is she okay?”
The reindeer nodded. “Yes, she’s alright, she’s just…”
He wasn’t allowed to finish his statement before Sanji swept him off of his feet in an overjoyed hug.
“Oh, thank heavens! I’m so relieved! You’re a miracle worker, Chopper! I’ll cook you anything you want!”
As Chopper struggled to free himself from the blonde man’s arms, the rest of the crew exchanged cheerful glances. Your health was confirmed! You were alright! It was cause for a celebration.
“Sanji! Prepare a feast! Lots of meat! Meat and no vegetables!” Luffy cried.
“We need to raise a toast!” Usopp declared. “To health!”
While the others continued declaring grand plans for a party, Chopper spoke up again.
“Wait!” He called, still stuck in Sanji’s arms. “I didn’t get to finish!”
Sanji froze and raised an eyebrow. “Finish? Finish what?”
Chopper escaped Sanji’s grasp and plopped back onto the ground. He dusted himself off before he took a deep breath and turned back to face everyone.
“Like I was trying to say earlier,” Chopper began, “She’s okay, she’s just pregnant.”
Pregnant? You were pregnant ?! That certainly would explain things. The whole crew was shocked, but their surprise soon turned into joy.
“Congrats, Sanji,” Luffy said, clapping his friend on the shoulder. “You’re gonna be a dad!”
It was then that Sanji turned his head, a mixture of shock and hurt on his face. “But we haven’t… I mean, we’ve never…”
You and Sanji had only been an official couple for a few weeks now. Your relationship was still fresh, still new and, as such, the two of you hadn’t been intimate yet.
“Wait, if you’re not the father, then…” Usopp wondered aloud.
All at once, everyone’s heads turned towards Zoro. Their suspicions were confirmed when they found him pale in the face with his jaw slack down to the floor.
“Zoro?! It was you?!” Usopp cried.
“How dare you touch my darling?!” Sanji shouted. “I’ll kill you!”
“Way to go, Zoro!” Luffy cheered.
Nobody’s voices got through to the green-haired man, however. He was lost in his own mind, shell shocked by the news. Pregnant. You were pregnant. You were pregnant with his child.
Of course, the one person he couldn’t stand was the one he’d knocked up.
“How did this even happen?!” Nami asked.
“Yeah,” Luffy encouraged, “tell us everything!”
“Don’t you dare!” Sanji protested, still in denial.
Zoro let his mind wander back in time. How had it all happened? He didn’t have to wrack his brain for the answer, he remembered that night all too well. The events that transpired that evening replayed in his mind daily. It was embarrassing, honestly, how much he thought about it - how much he thought about you .
For someone that he was supposed to hate, you spent an awful lot of time in his mind.
How long ago had it been? A month? Two? That seemed to be the only detail he didn’t retain. Everything else, however, was etched into his mind permanently.
…
It had been a chilly evening. Zoro recalls shivering in the crow’s nest just before he heard the cabin door open. He perked up in surprise, wondering who on earth would be up at this hour? He didn’t even want to be awake right now, only forcing himself to stay up to fulfill his night-watch duty. And yet, soft footsteps padded onto the deck. And Zoro, curious as he was, peered down below to find you.
You made a beeline for the edge of the boat, looking over the side at the surprisingly calm waters. The ocean looked beautiful at night. You let yourself lean on your elbows as you took in the peaceful scenery.
“Oi,” Zoro called. “What’re you doing?!”
His voice from above startled you and you nearly jumped overboard from pure shock. Zoro laughed at your misfortune while you came back to your senses.
After one more quick look around at the empty waters, Zoro chanced leaving his perch. He climbed down to the deck below and approached you with his hands in his pockets. He shivered again at the sight of you in nothing but a nightdress, surprised you weren’t cold.
“What’re you doing?” He asked again when he made his way to you.
“Couldn’t sleep,” you finally answered.
He smiled. “Perfect, then take over for me. I’m tired and wanna go to sleep.”
“No way! I'm not on night watch for two more days,” you answered strictly, holding up two fingers to emphasize your point.
“Come on,” Zoro whined. “I’m so sleepy.”
You scoffed. “For someone who naps 70% of the day, you shouldn’t be this tired.”
“The cold makes me sleepy,” he shrugged.
You rolled your eyes, for the first time taking in the temperature of the night. The sudden rush of cold you felt made all your hairs stand on end and sent a shiver up your spine. You quickly wrapped your arms around yourself as if that would make you warmer.
“Geez, it must be below freezing,” you declared, rubbing your arms to create heat.
“And you’re out here in nothing but… this,” Zoro said, fingers grabbing the hem of your nightgown.
You slapped his hand away. “Don’t touch, perv.”
He laughed. “You wish!”
“Why would I want an idiot like you to lust after me?” You scoffed, smoothing down the skirt Zoro had just played with.
“Because I’m… handsome.”
Zoro finished his statement by running his hand through his hair. You laughed incredulously, but even you could admit it felt forced. In truth, Zoro was attractive, but that didn’t make his personality any more tolerable.
“Don’t flatter yourself,” you told him when you’d finished laughing. “We both know I’m the most attractive one on this ship.”
And now it was Zoro’s turn to force out a laugh. As much as he believed what you had said was true, he also believed that he would never let you know he agreed. So, he laughed and laughed, eventually doubling over from the force of his own guffaws.
“Shut up, idiot,” you said, kicking his shin.
He winced, but didn’t stop laughing.
You leaned forward and pressed your hand over his mouth. “You’re gonna wake everyone up!”
Zoro stopped laughing then, but not because he gave a shit about everyone else’s sleep schedules. He was surprised, shocked that you were so close. Not just your hand, but your whole body was pressed up against his.
You seemed to catch on gradually, realization crossing your features in slow motion. Under the guise of disgust, you pulled away in a hurry, hoping the moonlight wouldn’t illuminate your red cheeks. In truth, you were only embarrassed, not disgusted, but you persisted with your act, even going so far as to wipe your hands on your nightgown to rid them of Zoro.
“Aw, darling, why’d you pull away?” Zoro teased with a mischievous smirk on his lips.
“You wish I hadn’t,” you teased back.
“You wish I wished that,” he responded.
You blinked a couple times. “What?”
Zoro turned red and shook his head. “N-nevermind.”
A smirk pulled at your lips as you spoke, “Aw, Zoro, do you have a little crush on me? Do you wish I hadn’t pulled away?”
Your tone was teasing and playful, but your words were anything but. Each word made Zoro confront an uncomfortable truth, one he didn’t want to accept.
“In your dreams” he scoffed. With a roll of his eyes and the crossing of his arms, he turned away.
You giggled, a girlish sound that swam into Zoro’s ears and burrowed deep into his brain. He’d be hearing that laugh in his dreams tonight, if he was ever able to fall asleep. With determination to ignore you, he began walking across the deck, intent on returning to his perch and resuming his night-watch.
“I know you wanna kiss me,” you teased.
Zoro stopped in his tracks. He fought with his heart and his brain for a moment. His heart was telling him to give in, to turn around and snatch you up. His brain told him it was a bad idea and that he should just go back up to the crows nest without another word.
His heart won the battle.
When Zoro turned around with determination in his eyes, you suddenly felt scared. Had you pushed him too far? Had you struck a nerve? You froze in place as he approached, your feet glued to the floorboards.
Of all the things Zoro could have done when he reached you, you did not expect him to actually kiss you.
And yet, his lips were on yours as his hand snaked behind your head, grabbing your neck and forcing you to hold still. You melted into his arms, grateful he’d snaked his free hand around your waist to support you. Otherwise, you were sure you would have fallen.
He was a good kisser. Why that surprised you, you had no idea. But you hadn’t been expecting such a strong, passionate kiss to be the outcome of your teasing. Not that you were complaining, of course.
Finally finding your strength again, your hands slid up his arms, trailing over his muscular biceps, until they reached his shoulders. One hand stayed there while the other continued upwards, tangling deep into his mint green hair. The action surprised Zoro enough to tentatively press his tongue to your lips.
You let him in with no hesitation. You didn’t fight it, you couldn’t fight it, not when it felt this damn good. He pressed his tongue against yours and he could’ve sworn you tasted like honey. You let his tongue dominate your mouth, let him come in and act like he owned the place. Because, let’s face it, he did.
He’d owned you from the moment your eyes met. Your fued with one another was nothing more than a battle of pride. It was a cover up, a facade to hide the lingering feelings neither of you was willing to admit you had.
But now, hidden in the dark of the night, you both caved. And it felt good .
You were desperate to be closer, to feel more of him. The hands you had on him pulled him closer. At the same time, you pressed forward, sandwiching him between your arms and your body.
Zoro didn’t mind. He didn’t mind one bit. The feeling of your hardened nipples scraping against his chest through the flimsy material of your nightgown was driving him insane. It had his body temperature rising and his pants feeling tighter. The desperation in the way your hands clutched at his shirt and hair had him feeling powerful, made him feel like he was in control.
He intended to use it.
When he pulled away and you whined , Zoro nearly caved and dove right back into your lips. But he was disciplined, he was stronger than that. He stepped back, easily able to escape your grasp.
He gave you a once-over. There you were, pouting in the moonlight; your cheeks were rosy, your lips were puffy and swollen, and your hair was disheveled (thanks to his own two hands). But above all, you looked embarrassed. Embarrassed because you wanted more , embarrassed because you wanted him . You didn’t want to admit it, you didn’t want to tell him how badly you needed his touch again.
But Zoro was sadistic, and he calmly folded his arms over his chest. “Was that the kinda kiss you wanted, sweetheart?”
Zoro could’ve sworn he was able to see the steam rising off of you as your body heated up in embarrassment. You looked down at your feet, hands fidgeting with one another.
“Ah ah, darling, eyes up here,” he said. “You gotta answer me when I’m talking to you.”
Determined not to let him win, you gathered your strength and raised your head. When you locked eyes and found him smirking at you, your head almost fell again. But you persisted and held his gaze, hands bunching up the hem of your nightgown as a distraction.
“Now, baby, won’t you answer my question?” He prompted.
Your cheeks felt like they were on fire. “Y-yes.”
His smirk seemed to become more devious. That is, until you spoke up again.
“And no,” you added.
“No?”
You nodded.
“Why no?” He asked.
You took a deep breath and gripped your nightgown tighter.
“It wasn’t enough,” you told him.
And Zoro faltered, because he didn’t know what to say. He was surprised that you were so bold, so open and honest. He felt the same, of course, but he hadn’t expected you to admit it.
“Ye-yeah?” He asked, voice cracking. “It wasn’t?”
You shook your head, determined to keep your eyes locked no matter what.
“Then…” He swallowed. “Then, what else do you want?”
You had him in the palm of your hand, hanging onto every word, hoping you’d say what he desperately wanted to hear. He watched the nervous quiver of your lip with great interest. When you opened your mouth to speak, he held his breath. He was terrified, and that excited him.
“I want you, Zoro,” you admitted.
Zoro closed the distance between you both even faster than before. This kiss was even more forceful than the last. It was more needy, more persistent. His tongue didn’t ask for permission before it barged into your mouth. His hands didn’t linger on your waist, instead grabbing and groping every bit of your body he could.
Your hands pressed against his stomach, grabbing at the fabric of his shirt. “Take,” you insisted against his lips, “take this off.”
He obeyed, eager to please you. He pulled back for a moment and only a moment to remove the shirt you’d insisted come off. And then, he was back to attacking your lips, and your hands were back on his stomach.
But now you had access to his bare skin. You dragged your hands along the rippling muscle, fingers experimentally tracing across his abs. He shuddered beneath your touch, moaning into your mouth as you traced the long scar across his chest. The sound of his moan made your knees feel weak and you were suddenly aware of how wet you were between your legs.
He pulled away from your lips to put his mouth on your neck, raining kisses down to your collarbone. He began mumbling against your skin. “You came out here…” Kiss. “In just this…” Lick. “Skimpy nightgown…” Bite.
He brought his face back up to your ear. “It’s like you wanted to tease me, like you wanted me to see you in this and rip it off of you,” he whispered.
You whined. “What if I did?”
Zoro growled, hands grabbing at your hips forcefully so he could spin you around and pin you to the mast of the ship. You whimpered when you felt your back hit the wood, immediately pinned against it by Zoro’s strong body. Your hands held tightly to his shoulders and you looked up into his eyes.
“Don’t say such pretty words if you don’t mean them,” he said.
Looking up at him through hooded eyes, you admitted, “I do mean them, Zoro. I want you to rip this off of me.”
As encouragement, you brought one of his hands to the hem of your nightgown. The material was soft in his fingers, smooth and silky. It felt nice, but he knew your skin would feel nicer.
So, he listened to your command, and off came your nightgown. He pulled it off so quickly that you could hear the seams literally ripping apart. You didn’t care. You could fix that later. Right now, Zoro’s hands exploring your skin was the only thing you could focus on.
You were in nothing but your underwear, now. His hands settled on your waist, then slid upwards to your chest. He cupped your bare breasts in his hands, admiring the way they fit within his massive palms. He began to knead them, massaging the mounds until you moaned in his ear.
You dug your nails into his shoulders when he took your nipples between his fingers. He began rolling and pinching the stiff peaks that had teased him not too long ago. You couldn’t help but moan and arch your back in an attempt to offer up more of your chest.
“Wanna,” Zoro panted, “wanna lick ‘em.”
He moved his head down to your chest, kissing a trail all the way from your neck to the valley of your breasts. You gripped at his hair again, tugging and whining as he closed his lips around your nipple. He sucked on it eagerly and flicked the bud with his tongue. It made your head swim and your fingers pull his hair harder.
There was a steady throb between your legs as a heat settled in. You were wet, hot, and needy. You shifted your hips forward in a desperate attempt to meet his own. Though you missed, your action didn’t go unnoticed by Zoro, and he was all too eager to please you.
So, he stuck one of his legs between yours. He shifted it up until he felt the heat of your body pressed against it. With an experimental shift, you whined even louder at the delightful pressure he’d just applied to your clit.
Chasing that feeling again, you began rocking your hips on his thigh. The friction provided with each cant of your hips felt so good you feared you’d cry out in pleasure. You clasped a hand over your mouth to prevent any noise from escaping as you rode his thigh with fervor.
The muffled sounds of pleasure Zoro heard made him content to be used. He could feel your slick seeping through your underwear and through his pants all the way down to his thigh. Though it was damp, it wasn’t enough, and Zoro was disappointed he didn’t have the pleasure of feeling your bare sex on his skin.
He pulled away from you abruptly, leaving your breasts and cunt unattended. You frowned and pouted, body shaking against the mast. Before you could ask why he’d stopped, Zoro spoke up.
“Could feel you soaking through my pants, darling,” he teased, emphasizing his point by patting his damp thigh.
You flushed with color and turned your head away. Zoro wouldn’t let you escape embarrassment so easily, however. He grabbed you by your chin and tilted your head back to face him. When you locked eyes again, you saw a smirk on his face.
He grabbed your hand in his and guided it to his crotch. Immediately, you felt the prominent bulge created by his hardened length. You let out a soft gasp, surprised at how firm and long it felt beneath your palm. Zoro groaned when you gave it an experimental squeeze, almost disappointed when you released him.
“This is what you’re doing to me,” he said. His voice was deep and husky, enticing enough to make you gush more slick. “Seems like we’re both ready, yeah?”
You nodded, unable to deny that your body ached for him. All at once, you felt empty. You needed to be filled, and you needed to be filled by him .
“Need you, Zoro,” you admitted. “I need you so bad.”
“Fuck,” he groaned.
And in an instant, he was on you. He spun you around by your shoulders and pressed you face-first against the mast. While you were still shocked by his actions, he yanked your underwear down, thus leaving you completely bare for him. The fabric pooled around your ankles and you kicked it out of the way as you heard Zoro fussing with his own clothes.
You turned around to watch as he shed the belly band he always wore then quickly shed his pants, too. Your core clenched at the sight of his dick, long and leaking. It was intimidating, in all honesty. You weren’t sure if it would even fit. Before you could voice those concerns, however, Zoro approached you again.
He pressed your chest against the mast once more, forcing you to bend forward. Your hands scrambled to find purchase against the smooth wood, but Zoro wouldn’t let you worry about that for long. He quickly gathered your wrists in his hands and dragged them behind you, pinning them to the small of your back. One hand stayed on your wrists to keep them bound tightly together while his other hand made its way to his dick to line himself up.
When you felt the blunt tip of his head prodding at your opening, you gasped. He ran through your folds, gathering as much slick as he could to make this easier on you. At least, that’s what he told himself. In actuality, he was enamored with just this feeling, the feeling of your damp cunt quivering beneath his every touch.
“Please,” you begged. It was breathy and desperate as you ached for him to stop teasing and finally just fill you.
He chuckled. “So needy.”
Of course, he was needy, too. But he would never admit that to you.
Finally giving you what you want, he slowly pushed inside. He wasn’t a monster that would go too rough too quickly; he was aware of his size, and he knew it would take you a moment to get adjusted. So, ignoring the voice at the back of his mind that screamed to shove in all at once, Zoro inched in slowly, savoring your heat as it swallowed him whole.
The burning stretch echoed through your body and made you feel weak. You leaned against the mast for support, fingers flexing in an artful display that Zoro watched with great interest. You hadn’t made a single sound yet. You were holding your breath as he made his way inside. The only reaction Zoro got out of you were those tiny movements from your fingers. He watched you curl them tight, hold, then release. Did that mean you were okay? Or did that mean it was too much?
“You doing alright?” He asked. Though his voice quivered as he fought to conceal the overwhelming pleasure he felt, you could still hear genuine concern in his words.
You breathed out your heavy exhale, finally forced to speak. “Yeah, I’m okay. You can continue.”
He nodded and gave your wrists an encouraging squeeze. He listened to your words and continued pushing in, still going as slow as possible to avoid hurting you. Once fully seated inside of you, he heard you let out another deep exhale. His hips stilled and rested against your ass as he bent over and started kissing the top of your back. You smiled at the delicate feeling of his lips exploring your skin. It was so tender and sweet, it almost didn’t seem like something Zoro would do. You decided to savor it for as long as you could.
But all too quickly, your cunt throbbed with want, and you were forced to confront the fact that this wasn’t enough.
“Move,” you begged, “please.”
You were right to savor Zoro’s kisses while they lasted because the moment you began begging for him again, Zoro sank his teeth into your shoulder. You winced and felt him pull out completely, leaving you empty and wanting more.
“Zoro!” You cried.
His free hand clamped over your mouth. “Now now, darling, we don’t wanna wake everyone else up, do we?”
You whined against his hand, but he didn’t remove it. He had a devious smirk on his face, one you were all too familiar with. Of course, whatever happened here tonight wasn’t going to be tender and gentle like his kisses on your back. This was going to be rough and aggressive as you both released all of your pent up feelings for one another.
You weren’t sure if you should be disappointed or excited.
Whatever the case, you weren’t left to ponder for long as Zoro slammed back into you. Your body jerked forward with the force of his thrust, bumping your cheek against the mast. You moaned into the hand Zoro still had over your mouth and he did the same, only he didn’t have a hand to keep him quiet.
You were able to wriggle your face away from his hand just long enough to tease him back. “Keep it down. We don’t wanna wake everyone else up, do we?”
“Brat,” he scoffed, but the smile on his face didn’t match his tone.
What did match his tone, however, was the firm slap he delivered to your ass with the hand that had previously been over your mouth. He was thankful when you gasped rather than screamed. As much as the teasing was fun, there was some truth behind it. The last thing either of you wanted was someone to wake up and wander onto the deck to see what all the fuss was about.
Boy, they would sure be in for a surprise.
He set a punishing pace immediately, not wanting to hold back any longer. He was rough and aggressive, each thrust driving himself deeper and deeper until you could’ve sworn he was kissing your cervix each time he bottomed out. Your fingers flexed again, aching to anchor themselves in his skin, but his hold on you was firm. Thus, you resigned yourself to digging crescents into your palms as he wrecked your body with his own.
“Zoro,” you moaned. There was no rhyme or reason to you speaking his name, but you did it nonetheless.
Zoro wanted to respond, to echo his name with your own, but he couldn’t. All of his focus, all of his attention was on how good it felt to finally fuck you like he wanted. Every time you would tease him, all he’d wanted to do was pin you down and show you who was boss. Of course, he’d never been able to do so, and his pride never would have let him make the first move.
Did he make the first move tonight? He wouldn’t dwell on that. It was nothing more than a technicality. You’d provoked him, yes. Zoro had just teased you harder than you’d ever teased him. So, in reality, he hadn’t made the first move.
At least, that’s what he would keep telling himself.
His earrings clinked together and made a soft noise with each thrust. You tried to listen to it, focus on it, but the much more pleasant sound of his intermittent groaning tore your attention away.
Your chest swelled with pride as you realized you were making him feel good, too. Sure, you were hardly doing anything more than surrendering to his every whim, but it was still you causing those moans. You gave him a purposeful squeeze with your inner walls and heard him mumble a quiet curse. It had you smirking, suddenly feeling powerful.
But that feeling didn’t last for long when he spanked you yet again and gripped your wrists tighter. He wanted to remind you that he was in control, not you. No matter how fucking amazing you felt, he was still in charge.
He drove his hips into you repeatedly, each thrust rougher than the last. It made your toes curl and your knees feel weak. Had you not been leaning against the mast, you were sure you would have fallen to the floor by now.
But being against the mast had its downsides, too. For instance, your vision was limited. Even if you turned your head to the side, all you saw was the ship. If you really strained your neck, you could glance over your shoulder and see him, but that wasn’t a good plan in the long run.
“Zoro,” you whined. “Wanna…”
He smirked, picking up the pace. “Wanna cum? Is that it?”
You shook your head and he raised an eyebrow.
“Wanna see you,” you admitted. “Wanna… wanna touch you…”
You punctuated your sentence with a long moan, leaving Zoro to process what you’d just said. All at once, he realized how badly he wanted to see you, too. The view right now was great, but he wanted to see your face as he wrecked your insides. He wanted to feel your hands tangling in his hair again. His thrusts slowed to a gradual stop before he pulled out of you and spun you around.
You gasped, looking up at his flushed face through hooded eyes. He wrapped his arms around your waist and gave your thighs quick pats to signal you should jump. You did so without hesitation, locking your legs around his waist as he pressed your back against the mast again.
What surprised you then was that, instead of slamming back into you like you had expected, he kissed you. More surprising still, this kiss was gentle and tender, still urgent but not rushed. You melted into the kiss, melted into him . In this moment, and perhaps for the rest of time, he owned you.
But you would never admit that.
In the midst of the kiss, Zoro reached down and aligned himself with you once more. He sunk back into your heat, groaning into your mouth as he did so. His lips never parted from yours as he began rocking back and forth. His thrusts, now, were languid and sensual, more akin to love-making than the hurried and aggressive thrusts he’d previously been assaulting you with. If your moans into his mouth were anything to go by, you liked it this way.
Of course you liked it. You would have liked anything he did to you. He could have laid you down on the floor and bent you in half only to jackhammer into you until you screamed. Or he could have taken you in your bed, gently rocking his hips into yours from behind. He could have asked you to blow him and you would. He could have put his head between your thighs and you would have loved every minute of it. No matter what he did to you, you would’ve been content.
Surely, there was a word for that. You could feel it on the tip of your tongue. What letter did it start with? An L?
His thrusts slowly started to gain speed and he was no longer able to multitask as efficiently as before. So, he pulled away from the kiss, leaving your lips cold and lonely. You whimpered quietly and watched his face with great interest. His eyes were screwed shut as he focused on the immense pleasure he was feeling, mouth hanging open to release tiny gasps and grunts.
His speed increased again, slowly nearing the rhythm from before. It made moans bubble up in your throat, threatening to escape. You didn’t want to wake anyone up, so you muffled your noises by busying your mouth. You closed your lips around a spot on his neck, sucking the skin between your teeth. Zoro groaned appreciatively.
“Gonna leave a mark on me? Gonna show people who I belong to?” Zoro asked, his voice breathy and teasing.
You nodded against his shoulder. Once satisfied with the bruising of that spot, you moved on to another, this one a bit lower and closer to his collarbone. He groaned when he felt your teeth graze his skin, and suddenly, he wanted to do it, too.
So, he lowered his own head and put his lips on your shoulder. He started biting and sucking, hoping to leave bruises anywhere and everywhere he could. The actions only made you whine louder against his skin. Your muffled sounds made him smile, an action you couldn’t see but could feel as his lips spread across your chest.
The coil in your stomach began making itself known, and with its presence came the desire for release. You began rocking your hips against Zoro’s in an effort to reach your high. He could tell what you wanted with ease, pulling back from your chest to look at you. When you felt him stop sucking on your skin, you did the same, and now both of you were staring one another in the eye.
“You wanna cum, darling? Wanna cum for me? Wanna cum all over my cock?” He whispered. His filthy words only made your release edge closer and your walls flutter around his relentless dick.
“Mhmm,” you moaned. “Zoro, I’m so close. Please.”
“You’re fucking cute when you beg.”
Maybe it was because you were cute, or maybe because you asked so nicely, that Zoro snaked his hand between your bodies and found your clit. With the pad of his middle finger, he rubbed circles into the sensitive bud and you moaned in his ear. He could feel you instantly getting tighter and he knew that meant you were close.
“Cum for me, darling. I wanna feel it,” he said.
You couldn’t deny him his request.
When your orgasm hit you, it wrecked your body from head to toe. You shivered in his arms and held onto him for dear life. He didn’t mind when your nails dug into his shoulder, too preoccupied with the pleasant pulse he could feel around his cock as he continued to drive in and out of you.
He groaned. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
Your orgasm was the final push he needed, and with that, he spent himself inside of you. You both realized all too late that he hadn’t worn protection, but in the moment, you couldn’t find a reason to care. His cum was warm inside of you, making you feel hot from the inside out. The heat only prolonged your orgasm as your walls continued pulsing around him.
“Fuck, yes,” he moaned. “Milk me. Fuck!”
He continued thrusting until he was shooting blanks. When he was finished, he simply stilled with his hips pressed against yours. He savored the heat of your body wrapped around his, a harsh contrast from the cool night air. He wanted to stay in this bubble of warmth with you forever, but alas, that wasn’t possible.
So, begrudgingly, he pulled out of you. The noise that followed after he slid out was obscene and you shivered at the feeling of his cum rushing out of you. Zoro couldn’t help but steal a glance downwards, watching fondly as you leaked him .
Slowly and carefully, he set you back down on your feet. Your legs were wobbly, but Zoro didn’t seem to mind that you used him for support. He let you place your hands on him for stability as long as you needed until, unfortunately, you left his side to retrieve your clothes.
You slipped your underwear back on, cringing at how they instantly soaked through with the mixture of his and your own cum still trickling out of you. Your nightgown went back on, too, though one of the sides now had a massive hole down the seam. It made you shiver when the sea breeze drifted through it and caused the gown to billow full of air.
By the time you were redressed, so was Zoro. He looked good, almost like nothing had ever happened. The only evidence of what you two had done was a bright purple bruise on his neck; the first one you’d left on him, one you hadn’t been careful to place where he could easily hide it.
“Your neck…” you said, not sure how to follow up the statement.
“Your chest,” he retorted.
You looked down to find similar bruises littered across your skin. None of these ones were hidden beneath your nightgown and, from the looks of it, would only be hidden beneath a t-shirt.
“Great, looks like I can’t wear tank tops for a while,” you cursed.
He shrugged. “You could if you wanted to.”
“Ha! And have everyone see these? Not a chance!”
Something in Zoro’s chest ached when you said that, but he chose to ignore it.
“It’s not like you were careful, either,” Zoro said, gesturing to the prominent bruise on his neck. He couldn’t see the mark himself, but he knew it was there. After all, you’d abused that spot pretty hard.
“Oh, shut up. At least I was somewhat mindful. I’m covered in ‘em!”
“There’s nothing on your neck, though,” he pointed out, leaving out the fact that he wished he had put some there, too.
“Oh, great! Thank you so much for leaving my neck unblemished,” you retorted, sarcasm blatant in your voice.
“You’re impossible!”
“No, you are!”
You stood there fuming at each other for a moment more before realizing you’d fallen back into an argument. Despite just having sex, nothing had changed between you two. Neither one of you voiced the disappointment you felt.
You chose to speak up first, breaking the silence with a declaration. “This never happened.”
“What?” Zoro nearly exclaimed, just barely managing to keep his shock under control.
“It was… a moment of weakness. And it won’t happen again. So, let’s just act like it didn’t happen at all.”
“Is that what you really want?” He asked.
“Yes.” No.
Silence, then.
“Are you alright with that?” You asked.
“Yes.” No.
“Then it’s settled,” you declared.
You wrapped your arms around yourself tightly, clutching the torn seam of your nightgown together to shield yourself from the cold. All of the warmth you’d just felt when you were with him seemed to disappear in an instant. You shook your head to clear your thoughts then walked towards your room.
“This never happened,” you told Zoro once more before stepping back into the cabin.
He scoffed, masking his disappointment with annoyance.
Sure, it had never happened. Tomorrow morning, you would both wake up and everything would go back to normal. You would be enemies again, and enemies definitely don’t sleep with each other.
He groaned and settled back into the crows nest. Even if it had only been for a night, he’d done what he’d always wanted to do. So, with a sigh, he tried to convince himself that that was enough.
…
“And the rest is history,” Zoro concluded. He’d left out all of the juicy details, only disclosing the lead up to your affair and nothing beyond it.
“I don’t believe it,” Sanji whined. “I don’t believe she’d let you lay a hand on her.”
Zoro resisted the urge to tell him exactly how you’d let him lay his hands on you over and over and over and -
“This is insane,” Nami said, falling onto her butt with a hand on her forehead.
“Tell me about it,” Usopp agreed, mimicking her actions and plopping onto the floor.
Zoro didn’t stick around to hear what anyone else had to say. He let Luffy’s laughs and Sanji’s cries fade into the background as he entered the cabin of the ship and made his way to where you were resting.
You were awake when he entered. This surprised Zoro, though he didn’t know why. From the looks of it, you were processing the news just like he had been a short while ago. Wordlessly, he walked to your bedside and sat on the stool Chopper had used when examining you.
“Hey,” he started.
You gave him a weak smile. “Hey.”
He offered you his hand, empty palm up to the sky, almost like he was waiting to catch something. You put your hand in his and relished in the feeling of his fingers closing around it. It brought you comfort and, for the first time since you’d heard the news, you relaxed.
Neither of you said a word, but neither of you had to. Words would come later. For now, you just held each other’s hands and looked into each other’s eyes. And for now, that was enough.