Fluffy Little Blurb Of Kissing Zoro’s Scarred Eye . Established Relationship (?) WC : 622 . Dividers

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I would be willing to fight the sun if it meant I could see Loki smile again

Snug Fit

Din Djarin/the Mandalorian x f!reader

Warnings: SMUT/18+, minors DNI

Tags/themes: sub/dom dynamic, pussyjob, thighjob, trapped, frotting and grinding

Summary: Technical issues arise when mid-flight aboard the Razorcrest and as you try to solve the issue at hand, Din gets all too close and your bodies become trapped in the small electrical unit, pressed against one another.

A/N: this is my first time posting any fan fiction to tumblr or any platform really,,,,, I’ve written smut before for personal enjoyment though lmao but yeah,,,, I hope you all enjoy, and please give me feedback!! (Also apologies if I missed any grammatical/spelling errors, I did try to proof read tho)✨💫

“Wait, Din, I’m fine in here, just don’t— wait— stop, you’ll get stuck!”

Sometimes you wished you had never boarded the Razorcrest all those months ago. Today was one of those days.

You shifted yourself in front of the Mandalorian who now also invaded the small space of one of the electrical units aboard the ‘Crest, attempting to manoeuvre yourself out of the cramped room. The electrical wiring system for the engine output regulations aboard the Mandalorian’s Razorcrest ship had short-circuited mid-flight as you both headed to the outer-rim planet of Tatooine, and, upon becoming the ship’s mechanic all those weeks ago, you immediately descended from the cockpit of the ship to attempt to resolve the issue. You just didn’t expect it to be so complex. And it didn’t help that your shipmate Din was now invading the already cramped area in a misconstrued attempt to assist you.

“You said you needed help,”

Din’s cold and modulated voice spoke out from under the beskar helmet he wore.

“Yes, help. Not for you to trap me in the room! I just needed a couple of tools, and now— dank farrik— were stuck in here!”

You snapped back harshly, unsuccessfully trying to wriggle towards the exit of the small space to at least reach your toolbox.

Originally, you had managed to solve the issue somewhat alone, however when you needed your pliers from the toolbox, but were hesitant let go of the wrench you held in your other hand, you had called out to the infamous beskar-clad Mandalorian warrior for assistance. However, being the stoic and stubborn man you soon discovered the infamous Mando to be, your request for help with tools became misinterpreted in the bounty hunter’s frustrated state, still feeling inconvenienced by his ship’s shortcomings despite your presence to try and solve the issue. Hence, Din had invaded the space also, the both of you now becoming trapped in the tight space, immovable and pressing snugly against each other. If you were not so distracted, perhaps it would feel intimate. Almost as intimate as other touches the two of you have shared in the low lights of the ship’s cargo bay.

It wasn’t always easy for both of you aboard the ship though, the two of you distrusting of each other for weeks and lacking in conversation. However soon enough the Mandalorian and yourself began to bond, particularly over your shared fascination with weaponry, but also your now shared responsibility and compassion for the imperial target and precious green child, Grogu. Over time, the three of you became an inseparable team, exchanging experiences and moments of care and domestic intimacy and even true names, as you even had the privilege of learning the usually-cold and unassuming warrior’s name; the Mandalorian revealed his name to be Din, only to you.

However, it was times like these, sandwiched between the muddled wall of wires along the electrical unit room and the Mandalorian warrior’s cold beskar and rigid limbs, that you merrily willed yourself to die. After all, whilst you would never admit it, even despite the all-too-intimate and brooding touches you shared with Din in the dark of the night, such as a caress of your hip or a stroke of Din’s bicep, you overall had developed deep-rooted feelings for the Mandalorian, often finding yourself blushing and longing for touches further than those brief moments in passing. Therefore, such emotions made being pushed so close up against Din’s form all the more unbearable, your cheeks beginning to flush and breathing hitching in your throat as you felt his body somewhat enclose around yours as he reached around to attempt to fix the wires you had tended to just moments prior.

“W-wait, I can fix it Din. I just need to hold the yellow wire still w-whilst I place the fuse wire back in the correct output port,”

You somewhat stutter out, moving your arms slightly to hinder the movements of the Mandalorian behind you but losing your previous assertive aggression the more your mind took note of how Din’s beskar moulded to your back and thighs as you both winded up pressed flush against each other. You could feel the way Din’s helmet began to lay heavy on your shoulder he leaned over you to observe the problem at hand once more, your now somewhat shaky hands grasping at the wires, attempting to place them in the correct output ports.

“Let me help, I can hold the red one out of the way while you plug the yellow back in,”

Din’s cool, modulated voice rang out softly behind you, causing your face to blush somewhat as he shifted around you once more to try and hold the wires in front of your chest.

Despite his innocent and earnest efforts, your body held pressed against his own further as you once more hindered such endeavours, seeking to solve the problem alone and also therefore in the process hinder any further touches.

“S-stop shifting so much, Y/N. Let me help you,”

The Mandalorian’s voice spoke out once more, irritation and an octave of another emotion you couldn’t quite pinpoint in your blushing state laced throughout his usual calm baritone.

“W-wait, j-just let me do it. I nearly had it until you moved,”

You responded harshly, yet stuttering slightly as you felt his body attempting to manoeuvre itself once more but only succeeding in inadvertently pushing harder against your hips and back.

You began to shift yourself somewhat, body subconsciously tensing and shuddering with desire and heat as you felt Din’s armour and muscular form push against your body roughly as he tried some more to hinder your own movements now, you assumed to still your hinderances to his efforts to help. Defiantly, somewhat frustrated that Din seemingly didn’t trust you to fix the issue at hand and equally beginning to inwardly enjoy the friction and heat between your two bodies, you wriggled against Din, attempting to manoeuvre yourself into a position where you could better grasp the wires on the wall given the cramped conditions.

Then you heard it.

At first you thought you were caught up in some twisted sexual delusion spawned by your dirty mind and secret thoughts, as your ears pricked up at the sound of a strangled yet quiet groan by your right ear emerging from the helmet which sat upon your neighbouring shoulder. However your body’s wriggling motions were stilled suddenly as Din’s firm, gloved hands grasped desperately at your hips, halting you completely as he sighed with what sounded like aching relief.

“I said... don’t move so much, Y/N,”

Din managed out, his voice now sounding much more on edge than previously, once again the familiar sound of a slightly groan (of which was so quiet you would’ve missed had there been more space between you both) sounding out by your ear as his body absent-mindedly pushed further against your own.

“Maker, I just wanted to help...”

Mando again began but let his words trail of with a sigh as his hands gripped your hips further, drawing a gasp of embarrassed but desperate pleasure and shock from you.

And then you felt it.

Suddenly, at your sigh of unexpected heat and lust, you felt something hard and girthy twitch between your slightly parted legs as the beskar-clad warrior’s fingertips twitched at your hips. Since when did Mando wear a codpiece?

Oh.

Your entire face bloomed a shade of crimson one would have never thought possible as you sighed out unsteadily and somewhat helplessly under your breath as the reality of the situation dawned on you and heat began to crash over you in delicious waves of sinful, unadulterated desire. Din was hard. Din was hard because of you. Because you had writhed so much against him in this god forsaken electrical unit. He was throbbing. Aching.

Experimentally yet ashamedly, your body somewhat moved on its own accord, pushing further backwards into Din’s own, your plump ass, of which was only covered by the thin fabric of your tunic and panties, somewhat grinding backwards into Din’s aching and throbbing erection. The warrior behind you appeared to somewhat growl lowly as he stilled you once more with a harsh grip tugging at your hips.

“D-Din, I— are you—?”

You cautiously began to sigh out as your body’s heat and desire rippled through your abdomen and core like a scorching flame, beginning to question if Din really was hard, and more importantly if he was really going to do this with you right here. Perhaps all those brief touches and longing glances aboard the ship had gotten to him just as much as they had you. However ultimately you were interrupted when Din’s voice cut you off, rasping and low, responding to your unanswered questions as though he could read your mind, stating,

“I’m fixing the problem here.”

The ambiguous answer and low tone of his voice had your head spinning with further questions and heady desire as Din’s hands wandered upwards, snaking up and around your waist in front of your chest, wavering in between your breasts and the wiring wall. Just as you opened your mouth to attempt to confirm whether or not Din was primarily seeking to first resolve the wiring issue, a shocked whimper and gasp escaped your swollen lips as Din’s gloved hands pawed hungrily at your still-clothed chest.

“Cyare... so soft,”

Din groaned out from over your shoulder as his hips began to grind into your own, his clothed but rock hard cock rubbing deliciously in between your thighs as the fabric of your tunic shifted naturally out of the way of his hips’ path.

All you could do was but moan out his name in desperation and shock as your body quivered under his desperate groping and touches.

Somewhat hastily, completely lost to the his desires and his conscience suitably blurred, Din began to shift his hands to free his leaking and desperate cock from its confines behind you and shift your tunic and panties out of his way as best he could given the cramped conditions. You gasped as the cool air hit your dripping wet core.

Din appeared to chuckle darkly, the first time you’d heard him laugh in a few days, as he spoke to your right ear lowly,

“If you hadn’t have moved so much, we wouldn’t be stuck like this now Meshla.”

You whimpered weakly at the Mandalorian’s words as you felt his long hard dick position itself between your thighs teasingly, gliding along your wet pussy lips and soft, trembling thighs as Din’s hips’ movements resumed and his grasp at your hips retook it’s place, his grinding resuming. You gasped and quivered and moaned helplessly below Din as his cock glided teasingly yet deliciously against your achingly desperate core, the head of his cock violating your swollen clit with sinful ease. Your mind was blurring and blanking as you gripped the wall in front of you to steady yourself against Din’s harsh snapping of his hips, your entire body quivering and melting beneath the beskar-clad bounty hunter’s ministrations. Oh, how you could’ve only dreamed of such outlandish and sinful situations just hours ago. Although despite such heat and desperate pleasure completely taking over all sense of your mind and power of your body, admittedly Din was feeling just as desperately pleasurable and euphoric as he savoured the feeling of your dripping wet pussy lubricating his cock and your thighs as he used your body to milk his cock to approach his climax.

“N-ner meshla— Maker— you feel so good like this,”

Din began, completely lost to his euphoria and pleasure as his cock throbbed between your pussy and thighs and his voice drabbled and groaned out strings of Mando’a and curses.

Equally, your own mind and body completely melted and unravelled beneath Din as his cock stimulated your dripping wet pussy with such calculated and delicious sensations, the sliding and friction and rubbing of your aching bud causing you to whine out his name like a mantra as your walls clenched around nothing. Both your bodies were pushing against each other in an animalistic drive towards your mutual climax.

“Cyarika, do you like this? You’re— Ka’ra— you’re so loud... I-I was going to fuck you, but I might just finish with you like this,”

Din groaned and breathed out possessively as his hips picked up speed further and stuttered as you moaned and arched into him.

Despite the lack of penetration, the combined experience of being so close to the shipmate you had daydreamed of, his outlandish words of his mother tongue that dripped with sexual desire, and the perfectly aligned movements of the Mandalorian’s hips and cock against your body made you writhe in sheer pleasure desperately against him even in such an already tight area as you begged and moaned out unashamedly for Din now, groaning,

“D-Din! Aah, Maker it feels a good! Please, more!”

The sound of your begging and desperate whimpers as you raced ever closer to your climax caused Din’s hips to stutter and snap even rougher towards you, the feeling of your thighs and pussy sandwiching his cock so divinely causing him to groan and grip at your hips even more desperately, approaching his own end equally as rapidly.

“Ner Meshla, I’m gonna cum all over you— so good,”

Din’s lips allowed him to spill and growl out such words out with a particularly rough thrust that had you seeing stars as his cock shifted divinely against your wet and swollen clit.

You were so close to you climax that if you weren’t so caught up in all of the sensations that overwhelmed your quivering body perhaps you would be embarrassed. However, you could practically feel the way Din’s chest heaved beneath his armour and the way his breath hitched and became caught up in moans and grunts as his cock throbbed between your thighs and it became increasingly evident you were both approaching the heavenly peak of your pleasure.

Your whole body practically shuddered and your eyes rolled back heavenly when you felt gloved fingertips reach up to twist your pebbles nipples beneath your thin tunic, and suddenly you felt your entire body crashing over the edge from the overwhelming stimulation, Din’s ever-grinding cock beckoning your body to release onto him.

“Cyare, release for me,”

The Mandalorian’s vocoded but groaning voice demanded in your ear as his hips uncontrollably pistoned between your own and stuttered uncontrollably as he felt himself equally unravelling and tensing at his own peak.

That’s what did it for you as your whole body convulsed, arched and moaned against the beskar-clad warrior’s own, your release stronger than any you had granted yourself recently as you felt your lower region grow embarrassingly wet but your mind blank and blur with white-hot heat and pure ecstasy.

Din soon followed suit, his hands returning to your hips as he thrust forth against the soft, warm and wet skin of your thighs and pussy as he released his seed against your skin and partially onto the wall, groaning out possessive names in Mando’a in a such a desperately strangled octave that likened itself to a heavenly melody to you. Breathing stuttering and panting between you both, you both supported each other’s weight in your post-release afterglow, processing the euphoric but equally shockingly spontaneous sexual encounter in your minds.

Suddenly, the ship’s cargo bay lit up somewhat brighter with re-ignited power as the electrical unit’s interface before your face in the now heated, cramped room now unexpectedly read:

‘All output systems regulated. Maintenance issue resolved’

Your face twisted in confusion as you wondered how you could’ve possibly fixed the ships wiring issue during all of the prior moments yourself and Din just shared. Then it hit you like a brick wall, as you began to realise in all your shuddering movements and heavenly driving towards pleasure, the two of you must’ve knocked the misplaced wires back into the correct areas and output ports. Smirking somewhat, you panted out to the Mandalorian whose body still pressed closely against yours,

“Look, I fixed the problem after all.”

However, chuckling into your right ear as his helmet still remained perched atop your shoulder, Din slyly responded,

“I fixed the other growing problem we were having- it’s called teamwork.”

You blushed somewhat, remembering how you caused the Mandalorian’s and your own arousal in such a sticky situation, of which ironically was now even stickier as the warrior’s cum still inched down your thighs.

“W-wait, Din... how are we actually going to get out of here now?”

You suddenly questioned, all too aware of the awkward positioning you know both found yourselves stuck in, snugly yet all-too-intimately slotted against each other’s like a bizarre jigsaw puzzle.

All you were met with was silence.

This was going to be interesting.

YOU KISS THEM FOR THE FIRST TIME 💋

summary : you have been taking it slow for some time now, how would they react when you kiss them for the first time?

ft' : Roronoa Zoro , Monkey D Luffy , Vinsmoke Sanji

op masterlist : 𐙚🧸ྀི || ⋆·˚ ༘ ASKS ARE OPEN

ೀ.ᐟ⭒๋࣭ ⭑ Luffy

You found Luffy perched on the figurehead, legs swinging lazily as he munched on a piece of meat sanji gave him. He grinned as he sees you approaching, patting the spot next to him.

“Hey! Come look at this! The sunset looks like a giant piece of roast meat!”

You chuckled at him, sitting beside him as your eyes followed where he was pointing at . His simplicity and joy was infectious, and before you could stop yourself, you leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

Luffy froze, mid-chew, his wide eyes locking onto yours. He touched his cheek, as if confirming it happened, then turned back to you with a grin so big you were sure it rivaled the sun.

“Whoa! That felt awesome!” he exclaimed, loudly laughing. “do it again!” "do it again!"

You laughed at his reaction, your heart always feels lighter when youre with him

ೀ.ᐟ⭒๋࣭ ⭑ Zoro

Zoro was at his usual spot in the crow’s nest, polishing his swords . You climbed up, surprising him with your presence.

“What do you want?” he asked, his tone gruff but not unkind.

You shrugged being used to his tone, pretending not to care as you sat beside him. “what is checking on you illegal now? besides i thought id keep u company , you’re always up here alone anyways.”

He didn’t respond, but you could tell he didnt mind the company. After a while, you leaned closer, planting a quick kiss on his lips.

His reaction was immediate , his eyes widened, and the sword he was holding clattered to the floor. he froze in place while his facs slowly turned into a flushed shade of pink. He turned his head as he muttered, “What the hell was that for?”

You smirked, “Just felt like it.”

Zoro grumbled something under his breath. you didnt hear what he said , but you swore you heard him say he wanted more.

ೀ.ᐟ⭒๋࣭ ⭑ Sanji

Sanji was in the kitchen, humming a tune as he was preparing dinner. The smell of his cooking filled the air, and you couldn’t resist stepping in to see what he was working on.

“Ah, my love! Come to taste-test my masterpiece?” he asked, turning to you with a soft smile that was reserved just for you

You smiled back,walking closer to him, but instead of answering, you kissed him gently on the lips.

Sanji froze, his cigarette dropping from his lips as his face turned as red as the tomatoes he’d been slicing. He stumbled back, clutching his chest as dramatically as possible

“(Y/N)-cwhaaan! That was-oh, my heart i cant take it! My life is complete!” he cried, falling to the floor in a dramatic act, shutting his closed eyes in blissful victory

You couldn’t help but laugh at him, shaking your head at his over-the-top reaction. But again that was sanji for you. you knew he’d treasure the moment forever.

"was wondering where you slipped off to."

a month ago, you think, the sound of a man's voice in your kitchen well past midnight would have given you a heart attack. instead, much to your chagrin, shanks' low rasp—heavy with sleep—only has warmth curling in your chest. you purse your lips.

"’s my home. where would i go?"

shanks presses up against your back. only half an hour ago he’d done the same, tucked beneath the covers of your bed and curled around you so tightly it’d been a challenge to pry yourself free and slip away. you’d thrown on his shirt—plucked it from a corner of your room, a puddle of sea-softened cotton, not bothering to button it any further than you’d found it. he pinches at the sleeve and tugs it down, dragging the fabric down over your arm until it settles, buttoned opening only just covering the swell of your breast.

he’s gentle, touch slight as he brushes the knuckle of his index finger up your bicep. his lips are equally soft when he kisses at your shoulder. his hand finds your stomach, pressing into you, pressing you back into him, then sliding over and settling at the crook of your waist.

that mouth trails over your newly bared skin, up the slope of your collar to unabashedly bury his face into your neck and inhale, deep and slow.

"mm." the noise he lets out is something between a grunt and a sigh, low and rumbling against you. "dunno. you always find somewhere to hide away. what're you making? better be good, for my troubles."

"cookies," you say absent-mindedly, eyes trained on the orange glow of the stovetop light before you where two large brown cookies, still on their baking sheet, are cooling. then you blink. "your troubles?"

"woke up to an empty bed," he bemoans, "had to come down so many flights—"

"three. you think i don't know how tall my lighthouse is?"

"so energetic in the middle of the night. where do you even find the energy?"

you tut, reaching up with your hand to lace your fingers in his hair. almost immediately he turns his face into your palm, pressing a kiss there and rushing to leave more on the pads of your fingers, nuzzling his nose against the soft skin of your inner wrist.

"same place you find the energy to complain, i suppose." your thumb twitches as he nips at the base. "i could kick you out, you know."

"how cruel." his hold around you tightens. "you know my back hurts when i sleep on your stoop."

your head snaps to the side, determined to hide the way your face burns at that straightforward confession. luckily shanks seems preoccupied continuing to kiss at that hand, and a second later the oven timer beeps, drawing the attention of both of you.

"looks good," he says, loosening his grip just enough to let you reach out for one of the cookies, now cool enough to pry from the baking sheet.

"does roux ever bake?"

shanks lets out a bark of laughter. "roux's more of a hearty stew kinda guy."

"ah. 'course." your words are mumbled, spoken through the gooey mass of molten chocolate you've just bitten into. still warm, the cookie begins to fall apart almost immediately, collapsing between your fingers—shanks leans in to catch the greater part of the mess with his tongue, laving it over your palm and then up the length of your fingers for any remaining trace of chocolate, careful to press the roughness of his scruffy cheek along your shoulder with each movement. it draws gooseflesh there, sends a shiver down your spine that pools warmly at the base of your stomach.

"i made two for a reason, you know." in the dark quiet of your kitchen at this hour, you keep your voice low, barely more than a whisper.

"mm." his hum is more chipper this time, muffled around your finger as he slowly draws back. "we can split that one too if you'd like."

but his arm tightens around you once more, and he drags his nose along the length of your neck, lips brushing over the skin. when he reaches the base he pauses, pressing a kiss there—then another to the side, and another, lingering and meticulous as he crosses your nape.

"or," he starts, as if breathing a secret, "we could go back to bed."

"sounds like you've made up your mind."

"come back to bed with me. you need rest."

your lips twitch, all too aware that his plans hardly involve rest—yet still you nod. "fine."

and as soon as the word falls from your lips he has you slung over his shoulder, already on his way towards the stairwell. you catch one final glance at the lonely leftover cookie; in the morning it'll be hard, cold, and far too much to eat alone, but shanks has the right idea, you suppose.

you'd much rather spend the rest of the night tangled in the sheets with him.

Who fell first and who fell harder - One Piece edition

Zoro: He fell first and harder

Law: You fell first, he fell harder

Kid: He fell first and harder

Luffy: You fell first and harder

Ace: He fell first and harder

Shanks: You fell first, he fell harder

Crocodile: You fell first and harder

Mihawk: You fell first and harder

Buggy: He fell first and harder

Sanji: He fell first and harder

Sabo: He fell first, you fell harder

Marco: You fell first, he fell harder

Doflamingo: You fell first and harder

Rob Lucci: You fell first and harder

Corazon: He fell first and harder (literally and figuratively)

sleepy sex with zoro. thats it that's the entire ask

⛥ﾟ・。 scent

synopsis: zoro wakes up in the mood... and you'd be crazy not to oblige.

cw: nsfw, fluffy fluff, comfort, very sweet, very soft, soft zoro, not much else, pretty tame, bit short but whatevs

a/n: i'm so fuckin lonely </3

Feeling a slight shift beside you, your head stirred, eyes fluttering open to be met by amber rays seeping in through a nearby window.

The sun poured past the thin curtains, bathing you in brilliant morning light as a pair of thick arms tightened firmly around your waist, pulling you flush against a strong chest—which radiated like a damn furnace.

Hint #1 as to what kind of morning this was going to be.

You were pleasantly surprised, seeing as you often didn't wake up next to Zoro.

Usually, he rose with the sun, carefully sliding out your grasp and throwing on a pair of pants for his pre-breakfast workout.

Key word being usually.

Slowly, you shifted your gaze to his sleeping face—his uncharacteristic, softened expression making you smile.

Your thumb gently caressed the curve of his chin, and the return of his usual pout only made your smile widen.

"Mornin'," you yawned, pressing a quick kiss on his nose.

He hummed in response, promptly burying his face in the crook of your neck.

And the two of you stayed like that for a while, you toying with the hairs at the nape of his neck, listening to his shallow breaths.

But it all changed when you suddenly felt his lips at the junction of your neck and shoulder.

He peppered kisses up your jawline, forcing your fingers to pause their ministrations.

"Zo..."

He hummed again, though while continuing his work.

"Zo, honey, what are you doing?"

"Ya smell good."

You scoffed as his mouth moved to your clavicle.

"I just woke up."

"Don't matter... s'turnin' me on."

Suddenly, his mouth was hovering over yours, eyes half-lidded in what you weren't sure was lust or drowsiness.

Not wasting any time, he captured your lips with his, relishing your soft sigh as you melted into his touch.

Smoothly, his tongue swiped across your bottom lip, moving in a languid, almost-dizzying rhythm.

"What's... gotten into you?" you manged between his relentlessness, stomach fluttering as he faintly grinned into your cheek, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth. "Don't you have... to train?"

"In a minute," he grumbled like a fussy child, calloused fingers tracing your inner thigh.

The taunt that rose in your throat didn't even have a chance to get past your lips before he captured them once again with his own, tugging your panties down in one swift motion before tossing them over his shoulder.

Both your chests heaved against each other, his voice groggy as he leaned down to nibble at your neck.

"Ya don't have to do anything to turn me on. Y'know that, right?"

Your breath hitched as he began to spread your growing wetness across your glistening cunt.

"Just lookin' at you's enough."

He began tracing slow, tight circles onto your clit.

"Just touching you."

Finally, he tugged down his boxers, allowing his cock to spring free, already dribbling pre.

God, this man...

"You're so beautiful, Zo," you hummed, tracing the vein that runs down his shaft.

He scoffed, but the faint tinge of red dusting his cheeks told you all you needed to know.

Flashing a lazy grin, you slowly straddled him, carefully lining him up before sinking down with a soft mewl.

Reverently, his hands slid up your legs, running over your calves and thighs until they could finally rest at the flesh of your hips, which began to lusciously roll.

At the movement, Zoro let out a deep groan, rutting up into you from his place on the bed as you set a slow but firm pace, leaving you both breathless.

Sitting up, he lifted your shirt off your head, allowing you to toss your arms over his shoulders and pull him closer as he latched onto one of your nipples.

He swirled the bud until it peaked on his tongue, before switching off to give the other the same attention, his free hand sliding down to knead your ass in his large palm.

It felt like he was everywhere.

Under your skin... in your stomach... buried in the pulsing muscle in your chest.

Overwhelmed with feeling, you leaned down to plant a harsh bite on his neck, an uncharacteristically lewd moan managing to fly past his lips.

Without hesitation, he flipped you both over, carefully sliding back into you as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

With a few more deep thrusts, you both released at the same time, his face smushing into your neck to inhale more of your scent—and muffle another one of his moans.

Letting out a chuckle, you smoothed back a few hairs that stuck to his dewy forehead, peppering feather-light kisses across his hairline.

"I love you," you both muttered at the same time.

Pausing a moment, you scrunched your nose, the swordsman rolling his eyes.

Corny.

Hooking his arm under your back, he carefully pulled his cock from your heat, taking a moment to admire the glistening, sun-dappled image before him before scooping you up in his arms.

"Gonna finish this up in the shower, yeah?" he asked as you wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your head on his chest with slightly wide eyes.

'Who is this man and what has he done with Zoro?'

But, since he was in such good spirits, you decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth.

"Lead the way."

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