sfw, Sukuna can't sit still when you apply henna onto his hands
FemDesi!reader, about TIME I did something like this
Sukuna was most definitely not as calm as he looked.
All he could do was stare at you as you sat cross-legged on the floor, opposite to where he was sitting himself. One of his freakishly massive hands was resting upon your lap whilst you drew a thin, trembling line of henna swirling over his fingers.
The plump cone crinkled in your clumsy grip. It wasn't like you to be so unfocused, but your boyfriend was making the task unecessarily difficult. You kept having to shift, the occasional frustrated mutter leaving you both in turns.
“Please, stop moving your fingers,” you huffed, leaning forward with a glare that was as half-assed as Sukuna's will to sit still. “You’re smudging the lines."
Sukuna simply grinned at you, the sort that always makes your heart stutter in your chest a little. “Maybe you should just work faster, pretty girl.
It took all of your mental strength not to scold the man. Instead, you sighed and gently pressed your thumb down onto Sukuna's wrist when you could feel him getting antsy again. Once more, your hand moved— fingers gently applying pressure onto the cone so you could draw the petals of a flower onto his broad palm.
Despite both of your agitation, you liked doing this with Sukuna. His skin was rough against yours, and your thighs tingled pleasantly where the back of his fingers met your lap.
"Do you even know why I'm putting this on you?" You asked, trying to get Sukuna to start talking in an attempt to distract him from the tedious task.
“Dunno. You said it stains,” the man remarked lazily. “Oh, and you said you liked doing it on people."
You looked up. Sukuna's eyes— completely unreadable, as usual— were already on you instead of the pigment you were applying onto him. As if he was bewitched by you and you alone.
"Mmh, yeah," you mumbled, shyly casting your eyes back down. "It's really pretty."
“You’re pretty.”
"Ryo, c'mon . . ." A smile graced your lips, betraying your amusement you tried your hardest to stifle— because if you moved, you would have messed up the lines again. "Stop trying to butter me up. You're staying here until I'm done, and that's that."
Sukuna merely hummed, amused at having being caught in the act. The sound rumbled in his chest, and he looked back down to study your handiwork.
It's not long before you're done applying the henna onto your boyfriends hand. You set the cone down, fanned your hands, and even pursed your lips so that you could blow softly over the pigment in hopes that it'd dry. For once, Sukuna didn't move.
"Aaand, I'm done," you sighed, sitting up straight again so that your neck would stop aching. The man was quiet, crimson eyes tracing over each delicate line with reverence.
Then his eyes flicked back up to you. "And you're sure this will come off?"
“A week or so. Maybe even longer."
Your boyfriend flexed his fingers, chuckling when you swatted him hard on the bicep. "Good. That way, everyone can see how good of an artist my girlfriend is."
Every 'normal' adult is fussing around Pugsley and Wednesday because "poor children that must be so hard for you to see mom and dad break up like this"
But the kid are absolutely unfazed, arguing that "it's alright they will be together again soon". The normie are so sad for the "children clinging to vain hopes" until Morticia and Gomez get married again two weeks after the divorce.
In the meantime Mama and Uncle Fester fight about which one of them will go to whose custody.
They pretend to argue in court and at meeting with lawyers over the splitting of the properties but that's mostly Gomez insisting to leave more and more thing to his wife in an angry voice.
At home they decided not to talk to each other so Lurch has to (begrudgingly) transmit messages from one to the other, even when they are sat on either side of the table.
That works (more or less) then Morticia says one word in french and Gomez run to cover her with kisses until Morticia remind him that they are spliting (that's the only moment he seems to regret the whole thing)
hiii this is like my first time requesting anything soo I'm a little nervousss😅 but could you do how the mha boys + maybe dabi and hawks (and shigaraki if thats not to much) would react to you making them a kiss hoodie like that trend on tiktok btw I love your work smmm you are sooo talenteddd
OOH OF COURSE!! I LOVE THIS IDEA
MHA BOYS and the kiss hoodies! (including dabi, shigaraki, and hawks) WITH PICTURES!
a/n : all pictures used are from Pinterest
❤︎ IZUKU MIDORIYA
- it was his birthday. you really had no idea what to get him. pampering him with storebought gifts just didnt feel right anymore. it didnt feel like it was enough to convey the love he put in your heart. he was always so effortlessly sweet with his gifts. what could you do to match that?
- you made it with the help of his mom. she thought it was so sweet, and she was unimaginably happy to have someone else love her son almost as much as she did. she loved you, and loved when you came to her for stuff like this.
- “i–is this for me?” he asks
- (OF COURSE ITS FOR YOU, HELLO??? BLESS HIS HEARTTT)
- “yeah, baby. look, I made it.” you point at the design on the front and back. he’s just in awe. now, any time he missed you, he could wear this and have your lips on him. even when he was away!
- “oh gosh, y/n..” he starts tearing up. “this is so cute! AH, I love you!”
- he hugs you reeeeal tight on the couch.
❤︎ KATSUKI BAKUGOU
- lowkey doesnt wear it
- okay, okay…he wears it when you aren’t over in his dorm. when his bed feels a little too cold and you aren’t there to give him real kisses. he’ll never tell you, or anyone else.
- when you gave it to him, it took everything in him to act disinterested.
- “the hell is this?” he grumbled, frowning down at the fabric as he took it from you.
- “you don’t like it?” you asked, your pretty face falling. he hated that image.
- “what? ofcourse i like it. shut up. you’re weird..” he growls, but he likes seeing you smile.
❤︎ SHOTO TODOROKI
- he actually really likes it. he melts at the sight. the fact that you took the time to think about him and make this was enough for him to want to pull you into a kiss right there.
- he acts all nonchalant about it around anyone else. for example, if anybody asked he would simply say: “y/n made it.” fighting the urge to say: “my beautiful gorgeous radiant amazing y/n made this for me” or something.
- you handed it to him, and he was a bit confused.
- “did you put paint on your lips for this?” he asked with furrowed brows.
- “will it wash off?”
- bless his heart. you giggle and kiss him.
- he does wear it. often.
❤︎ EJIROU KIRISHIMA
- “HOLY CRAP!” he yells immediately when you hand it to him. he’s been all over his socials lately, seeing others do this for their boyfriends. he lowkey wanted to put his own twist on it and make one for you. but after some deep thought, he figured it wouldn’t make much sense, considering he didn’t wear lipstick ever…
- his thought process wasn’t really good on that one, i gotta say..
- “BABE…this is incredible!” he throws you up in his arms and kisses you nonstop. you’re amazing.
- you KNOW he wears it any chance he gets. he loves showing it off. he thinks its super manly.
❤︎ DENKI KAMINARI
- he literally jumps up and down. throws it on immediately and smiles. he takes like a million pictures of him in it, you with your hands on him in it, you and him kissing in it. he posts them all.
- his posts are filled with hate comments from the class. its so unserious, they just like making fun of him.
- “yes MAAM, i knew you’d make me one.” he winks. he lowkey was counting down the hours until you handed this to him.
- for weeks he sent you every video of people making them for their partners. leaving texts like: “could be us but you playing”
- he wears it so often that the kisses began to fade from how much he needed to wash it. (bro wears it everyday).
❤︎ TOUYA TODOROKI
- he doesnt really know why youd do that for him. he honestly doesnt really like all that crap. he loves you, you love him. there. you both knew it, so why should you have to flaunt it around for everyone to see?
- besides, he didnt really leave the base a whole lot. what was he going to do, wear it while striking down students at UA? yeah right.
- he puts it somewhere he can see it clearly. so that any time he misses you he can just look at it and smile to himself. he does like feeling your care. he does like knowing you love him. but he just thinks its a little silly.
- “you know im not going to wear this.” he tells you straight to your face, but kisses you as a silent thanks.
❤︎ KEIGO TAKAMI
- ooohhhh boy. he loves it so much. he really likes his ego being stroked (among other things) so when you hand him the hoodie, he bites his lip and chuckles at you.
- sassy man apocalypse
- he throws it on quick and smiles. he likes that you even thought to cut little holes for his wings. he looks at himself a little too long in the mirror. lowkey sort of full of himself, but not to a narcissistic point. he just knows hes so sosososososoosossjfjdfooa hot.
- “wow, baby, this is real good..” he coos, looking over his shoulder at you. he loves it.
- “hehe…you like it?” you tease him, he jabs you in the arm gently for taunting him.
- “oh shaddup, im gonna wear it everyday.” he confirms, kissing you.
❤︎ TOMURA SHIGARAKI
- okay, seriously this man is just a lonely hopeless romantic at heart and i will DIE ON THAT HILL.
- he hates bringing you around the assholes at the leauge, but when you come up to him looking all pretty his heart melts. his face softens at you immediately.
- “hey..” he mumbles, walking away from everyone else and looking down at you. youve got a cheeky smile on your face before you hand him something that makes his heart flutter.
- he takes it from you with his eyes wide. he doesnt say anything. he just looks down at the hoodie and tries to figure out what this feeling is.
- “you like it right?” you murmur, looking it over.
- “like it? i love it. i just dont want to destroy it.” he whispers to you.
brain empty no thought. keigo seeing you interact and dance around all silly with your daughter and in his brain goes “what if we add another” and suddenly he’s denying up the wall having a breeding thing when you call him out for “wanting more”
i am gonna explode you. affectionately. kissing that juicy juicy brain of urs rn. a smooch to the frontal lobe
keigo’s supposed to be helping with dinner.
instead, he’s leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed and lips parted just slightly, watching you and your daughter twirl around the living room like you’re in a music video.
some old pop song is playing off your phone speaker, and you’re singing dramatically into a wooden spoon while she dances on the couch, messy pigtails bouncing. it’s chaos. unfiltered, giggly, joy-saturated chaos.
and keigo just stares. something in his chest pulls a little too tight.
“you okay, baby?” you ask, catching him staring mid-spin.
“huh? yeah. yeah, ‘course. i’m great.”
he smiles — but it’s off, distracted. you squint at him.
“you’re doin’ that thing again.”
“what thing?”
“that look.” you wave the spoon at him. “the one where you get all gooey-eyed and start calculating how many more babies you’d have to put in me for there to be a full dance troupe.”
his face goes hot immediately. “wh— i wasn’t— dove. c’mon. don’t say it like that.”
“uh-huh,” you tease, stepping closer, poking him in the chest. “you wanna knock me up again so bad. just say it.”
“no, i don’t,” he insists, eyes wide, wings fluttering uselessly. “i mean— not bad. not right now. not actively. not like— don’t do this to me.”
you grin. he’s spiraling. it’s so easy.
“just admit it,” you whisper.
“i don’t! i don’t— it’s not like a thing. i just— you've always been so good with her, okay? and you look— you look real cute and glowy and happy and like, i dunno, maternal and it does things to me.”
you’re laughing now, arms wrapping around his neck. “so you do wanna give me more kids.”
he grumbles into your shoulder. “shut up.”
but his arms are already circling your waist, pulling you closer.
and behind you, your daughter is still singing off-key at the top of her lungs, totally unaware that her dad is trying very hard not to pop a boner over the idea of giving her a sibling.
I really like the thought of touch starved sukuna ...especially when he refuses to admit it
Sukuna isn’t helpless. Far from it. But there’s something about the way your fingers ghost over his skin that makes him play the part to almost ….perfection? It starts innocently enough—a habit born from your gentle nature and his begrudging acceptance of your presence in his space. He doesn’t ask for it, of course. Sukuna would never ask. Instead, he makes it your responsibility, leaving you to deal with the mess he’s too “tired” to handle himself.
—It’s the tattoos that always draw you in first. Thick black lines etched into his skin, weaving intricate patterns over muscles that ripple beneath your touch. He’ll sprawl out on the couch or the bed, or even the floor with his face resting on his folded arms, and mumble something about his back or his shoulders—just loud enough for you to hear.
At first, you don’t even realize he’s doing it on purpose. You’ve always been tactile, absentmindedly brushing your fingers over his broad shoulders as you sit beside him or tracing the ink on his arms while you think. But the more you do it, the more he seems to... expect it.
And when you don’t?
“What. are. you doing?”
The words come in that deep, cutting tone, his head turning just enough for you to see the unamused look in his crimson eyes. You roll your eyes, but your fingers return to their task, smoothing over his skin with the care he’d never admit he craves.
It’s not long before he takes full advantage of your weakness for him. He’ll knot his robe just a little too tight or feign exhaustion, draping himself across the nearest surface with a dramatic sigh.
“Fix it,” he’ll grumble, his voice muffled by the fabric of his sleeve.
“You’re more than capable of doing it yourself,” you shoot back, though you’re already reaching for him.
“Wouldn’t ask if I could.”
You huff, your fingers working at the stubborn knot while he smirks to himself, knowing exactly how easily you’ll give in. He’s spoiled, and he knows it.
The worst, though, is when he’s on the bed, lying on his stomach with his face turned to the side of his nightstand.. You’ll be sitting right beside him, minding your own business, when he shifts closer—just enough for his shoulder to bump against your leg.
It’s subtle at first, a silent request you could easily ignore. But then he makes it obvious, his fingers drumming against the mattress or his voice cutting through the silence.
“You’ve been sitting there for a while,” he’ll say, not bothering to look at you.
“And?”
“You’re neglecting your duties.”
You snort, but your hand moves anyway, brushing over his back in slow, deliberate strokes. He sighs, the sound so soft and content you almost miss it. Almost.
Sukuna’s obsession with your touch doesn’t stop there. If anything, it grows worse with time. He starts leaning into you more, his shoulder brushing yours as you sit together, or his head resting in your lap while you thread your fingers through his hair. He never asks for these things outright—he’s too proud for that. But the way he nudges closer, the way his eyes soften when you indulge him, tells you everything you need to know.
And when you tease him about it?
“Don’t flatter yourself,” he’ll scoff, though the faint flush on his cheeks betrays him.
But you know the truth. Sukuna, for all his power and pride, is hopelessly addicted to the warmth of your hands on his skin. And you? You’ve long since accepted that you’re just as hopeless when it comes to him.
Warnings: NSFW mdni, Zoro being bad at expressing. Bad writing😔
Zoro had never been one for romance. His life was a sharp focus on two things: swords and the endless pursuit of his dream. Girls? They didn’t factor into his equation. But then you came along.
From the moment he met you, you were different. Your eyes seemed to hold galaxies, your laugh was a melody that softened his rough edges, and your ebony skin seemed to glow in the moonlight. You moved with a grace that he couldn’t help but admire, and before he realized it, you had wormed your way into his carefully guarded heart.
It wasn’t just your beauty, though that alone could’ve stolen anyone’s breath—it was your warmth, your charm, your way of making even the silence between you feel comfortable. You’d often sit beside him, not saying a word, simply sharing his space. It was an odd thing, but it made him feel something unfamiliar—something that scared him and thrilled him all at once.
That’s how he found himself here tonight, drinking with you. Well, he was drinking, anyway. You’d been cut off by Sanji after a few too many glasses, much to your dramatic dismay.
“Come on, my dear heart,” Sanji had said, prying your cup away, “you wouldn’t want to ruin that pretty head of yours by being sick in the morning.”
You, much to Zoro’s delight, had unleashed a torrent of curses at the cook, your indignation utterly charming.
“What does he know, anyway?” you huffed, clutching a cup of water in defeat. “All he knows is food and being crap at talking to women.”
Zoro chuckled into his sake, watching you glare into the distance like a warrior defeated on the battlefield. Then, you brightened with a sudden burst of determination.
“This is so stupid. I’m going to the crow’s nest,” you declared, wobbling to your feet.
Zoro blinked. “You can’t climb like that.”
“I can so climb,” you snapped, your clumsy steps taking you toward the ladder.
With a sigh and a muttered curse, Zoro followed. He knew better than to try to stop you when you were this determined, but he wasn’t about to let you get yourself killed, either.
By the time he reached the top, you had already stumbled your way to the couch, giggling as you collapsed into its cushions. The air between you shifted, soft and intimate, and Zoro found himself feeling nervous—a rare, alien emotion for the swordsman.
“Come sit next to me, Zo-zo,” you said, patting the seat beside you with a teasing smile.
He scoffed but obliged, taking a long swig of sake to calm his nerves. Sitting this close to you, with your laughter still ringing in his ears and your warmth radiating toward him, made him feel vulnerable in a way he wasn’t used to.
“So, Zo-zo,” you began, tilting your head to look at him. “Have you been seeing anyone lately?”
He snorted. “When would I have time for that? We’re always together.”
You raised an eyebrow, your expression mischievous. “Well, you know Law’s been into me for a while. I’ve been seeing him.”
Zoro froze. Law? His mind reeled at the thought. That brooding perfectionist? He didn’t deserve you. Law wouldn’t understand the spark in your laughter or the light you brought to every room you entered.
He felt a pang of jealousy flare in his chest, sharp and unfamiliar. “Law, huh?” he muttered, glaring at the floor.
You suddenly leaned in closer, your warm presence invading his space. “Wait,” you said, eyes wide with curiosity. “Have you ever kissed someone, Zoro?”
His face burned like a bonfire. “W-what kind of question is that?”
“Just answer me!”
He coughed, his gaze fixed on the ground. “No. I can’t be bothered with that crap. I don’t have time to get distracted from my dream.”
You hummed thoughtfully before shifting even closer, your body pressing against his side. He could feel your warmth seeping into him, could smell the faint, sweet scent of your perfume.
“You can kiss me, Zo-zo,” you offered, your voice soft and inviting, as if it were the most natural suggestion in the world.
Zoro’s mind went blank. He stared at you, searching your face for any hint of hesitation, but there was none. Just you, smiling at him with that teasing sparkle in your eyes.
He hesitated for a moment longer. Would you even remember this tomorrow? Would it change things between you? But then, he thought—what was there to lose?
With a deep breath, he leaned in, his earrings clinking softly as he closed the distance. His lips brushed against yours, tentative at first, but the spark between you ignited into something deeper. He kissed you with all the unspoken feelings he’d kept locked away, his hands trembling slightly as they rested on your waist.
When he pulled back, your eyes were half-lidded, your smile soft and dreamy.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” you teased, your voice barely above a whisper.
“Shut up,” he muttered, but the grin tugging at his lips betrayed him.
The rest of the night passed in a haze of laughter and quiet moments, the two of you basking in the glow of something new and unspoken.
<3
Zoro had thought that after your first kiss, things would go back to normal. And, for the most part, they had—you resumed your work on the ship, smiling and laughing as you always did, while he tried to focus on his training and keep his emotions in check. But there was one problem: Sanji.
The damn cook was driving him insane.
Sanji always found an excuse to be around you, touching your shoulder, showering you with compliments, and spoiling you with food or gifts. Today, it was the new outfit Nami had convinced you to buy while shopping on shore leave. You walked out onto the deck, and Sanji’s reaction made Zoro’s blood boil.
“Mon amour, you look exquisite! You should let a man treat you like the goddess you are,” Sanji gushed, practically floating as he fawned over you.
The rest of the crew chimed in, throwing out their own praises and exaggerated lines.
“Wow, girl, I need that!” Usopp exclaimed.
“You look smoking, Y/N. So sexy, I’d want you all to myself!” Nami teased with a grin.
Zoro stayed quiet, his jaw clenched as he leaned against the mast, trying not to explode. He wasn’t sure why he felt like this—why the sight of others admiring you made his chest tighten and his stomach churn. But he couldn’t deny it: the idea of anyone else having you made his blood run hot.
He tried to shake it off, to focus on anything else, but the more he watched Sanji hover around you, the more the agitation built. By the time the sun began to set, Zoro knew he couldn’t hold it in any longer. He needed to talk to you.
He found you sitting on the deck, the soft orange glow of the setting sun casting a warm light on your face. You were leaning against the railing, gazing out at the sea, looking so peaceful that it almost made him hesitate. But he couldn’t let this fester any longer.
“Y/N, can we talk?” he asked, his voice low but steady.
You turned to look at him, a curious smile on your lips. “Of course, Zozo.”
He took a deep breath, steeling himself as he stood before you. “I can’t understand what you do to me,” he began, his words rough and unpolished. “But I hate it when other people look at you like that. When they want you. I… I can’t stand it.”
You raised an eyebrow, your teasing nature shining through even in this serious moment. “Are you asking me something, or telling me, Zozo?”
He grumbled, running a hand through his hair as a faint blush crept up his cheeks. “I’m asking, okay?” he admitted, his voice quieter. “Y/N, please… be mine. I can’t stand the thought of anyone else having you.” He hesitated, his grey eyes meeting yours. “I may not be the most romantic guy, but I’ve never felt like this before. And it’s all because of you. Your laugh, your kindness, your strength… everything about you.”
You smiled, your heart fluttering at his vulnerable confession. Without a word, you reached out, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulling him down into a kiss. It was firm, confident, and left him absolutely speechless.
When you pulled back, your lips hovered just a breath away from his as you whispered, “I’ll be your girlfriend, Zozo. The first and only, hopefully.”
You giggled softly, and Zoro stared at you, stunned, as the warmth of your words washed over him. He could hardly believe it.
For the first time in his life, he felt like he’d won something more valuable than any sword or battle—he’d won you. And he swore to himself, in that moment, that he’d do whatever it took to keep you by his side.
<3
Dating Zoro was everything you thought it would be: steadfast, protective, and filled with quiet, unspoken affection. But one thing was driving you absolutely nuts—you never had any alone time. Between the chaos of the crew’s adventures and Zoro’s relentless training, finding a moment to just be together seemed impossible.
That’s why you’d gone out of your way to create something special. With Nami and Robin’s help, you’d bought supplies, and with Franky’s engineering expertise, you’d had a private room built on the Sunny—one just for the two of you. It was soundproof, cozy, and tailored to your taste, because you knew Zoro wouldn’t care about things like color schemes or throw pillows. But you cared. You wanted this to be a space where the two of you could escape, where Zoro could finally let down his guard.
Now, the moment had finally come.
“Where the hell are you taking me?” Zoro grumbled, his voice tinged with annoyance as you led him down the hallway with a blindfold over his eyes.
“Stop being so grumpy, Zozo,” you teased, tugging his hand to guide him. “Just trust me.”
He sighed but let you lead him, muttering something about how “this better not be some prank.” You couldn’t help but smile—typical Zoro.
When you finally reached the door, you paused, excitement bubbling in your chest. You positioned him in the center of the room, making sure everything was perfect, and then gently pulled off the blindfold.
“Surprise!” you said, beaming.
Zoro blinked, his eyes adjusting to the dimly lit space. He looked around, taking in the small but cozy room. The bed was large and inviting, covered in soft blankets and pillows in hues you loved. A few of your personal touches were scattered about—pictures, small decorations, and candles that gave the room a warm glow.
“What is this?” he asked, his brows furrowed.
You smiled, stepping closer to him. “It’s our room. Just for us. A space where we can be together, away from the crew.”
He stared at you for a long moment, his grey eyes wide with disbelief. No one had ever done something like this for him before. No one had cared enough to create a space just for him, much less share it with him. His heart raced in his chest, and warmth bloomed in his stomach.
“It’s… great,” he finally said, his voice softer than usual. He pulled you into a hug, his arms strong and steady around you. “Thank you.”
You held him close for a moment before stepping back, your lips curling into your signature teasing smile. “That’s not all, Zozo.”
You took his hand and led him to the bed, your eyes glinting with mischief. Zoro raised an eyebrow, his cheeks tinged with pink as he sat down.
“What else is there?” he asked, his tone gruff but curious.
You leaned in, your face inches from his, your voice dropping to a playful whisper. “You’ll see.”
Zoro’s heart raced. He wasn’t sure what you had planned, but for the first time, he didn’t feel nervous—just grateful. Grateful for you, for your thoughtfulness, and for the strange, unfamiliar happiness you always seemed to bring him.
Zoro's eyes locked onto yours, his gaze intense as he waited with bated breath to see what you had planned. His hands rested on his thighs, his fingers drumming a slow rhythm as he tried to calm his racing heart.
The pink tint on his cheeks deepened, and he looked away for a moment, trying to composed himself. But his eyes snapped back to yours, drawn in by the mischievous glint in your eye. "What is it?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his tone laced with anticipation. His body leaned in, ever so slightly, as if drawn to you by an invisible thread.
“I know you’re a virgin Zoro” you placed the object on the bed and smiled as you stripped your clothing, revealing that underneath was a cutesy set of panties. “What better way to start our stay in our new room than to test the sound proofing”
As you stripped off your clothing, revealing the cutesy panties, Zoro's eyes snapped back to yours, his gaze locked onto the sight of you. He felt a surge of excitement and nervousness, his body responding to the sight of you in a way that made him feel both embarrassed and aroused.
"S-sound proofing?" he stuttered, his voice barely above a whisper, as he tried to process the implications of what you were suggesting.
“Oh yes Zo zo, I’m your dirty girl tonight” you smirked and crawled onto the plush bed. The blushing man was making you more and more wet at the thought of making him feel something he hasn’t felt before.
The way you called him "Zo zo" sent a shiver down his spine, and he felt his heart racing with anticipation. He swallowed hard, trying to find his voice, but all that came out was a barely audible whisper. "Y-you're... really something else, aren't you?" He couldn't help but be drawn to you, his eyes locked onto the sight of you as you smirked and teased him. The thought of being with you, of experiencing something new and unknown, was both thrilling and terrifying.
But as he looked into your eyes, he saw the excitement and anticipation there, and he knew that he was ready to take the leap.
You touch his shoulders massaging them gently “are you sure? We don’t have too today” you sit with your legs folded under you. “Don’t get me wrong, you turn me on but we don’t have to do anything tonight if you’re not ready zo”
Zoro’s eyes fluttered closed as your hands kneaded the tension from his shoulders, each touch gentle yet firm, grounding him in the moment. His rigid posture softened under your care, and he let out a deep sigh, his breathing slowing as the tension began to melt away.
When he finally opened his eyes, they met yours—soft and steady, filled with warmth. You sat in front of him with your legs tucked neatly beneath you, your presence calming and reassuring. The sight of your gentle smile, paired with the patience in your expression, made something unfamiliar stir deep within him: trust.
“I… I want to,” he admitted, his voice quiet, almost unsure. “I want to be with you, to experience this with you.” He paused, his golden eyes searching yours for the reassurance he craved. “But I’m scared. I don’t know what to expect… and I don’t want to disappoint you.
His voice faltered, and he looked away, his face tinted with a faint blush. Vulnerability wasn’t something Zoro embraced easily—it felt foreign, like exposing a part of himself he hadn’t even fully understood yet.
But your hands never wavered, still massaging his shoulders, drawing him back to the present.
“Zoro,” you said softly, leaning forward until your forehead was nearly touching his. “You could never disappoint me. Just being here with you, sharing this moment, is more than enough for me.”
Your voice was gentle but steady, carrying the weight of your sincerity. “We don’t have to rush anything, or do anything you’re not ready for. This is about us—about trusting each other and sharing something special. Nothing more, nothing less.”
He met your gaze again, his eyes filled with something raw and unspoken. For the first time, he allowed himself to relax fully, to let go of the fear clawing at the edges of his thoughts.
“You’re too good to me,” he murmured, a small, almost shy smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
You chuckled softly, cupping his face in your hands. “No, Zoro. I just see you for who you are—and I care about all of it.”
As the warmth of your touch spread through him, Zoro leaned into your hands, letting himself feel the full weight of your words.
You leaned in, your lips meeting his in a kiss that was filled with all the emotion you couldn’t put into words. It was slow and passionate, your warmth melting away the last of his tension. Zoro hesitated for only a moment before his hands found their way to your face, his calloused fingers brushing your cheeks as he pulled you closer.
He kissed you deeper, the initial uncertainty giving way to something more raw, more instinctive. His movements were clumsy but earnest, his lips pressing against yours with an intensity that left you breathless. It wasn’t perfect—Zoro wasn’t the type to have experience in matters like this—but that made it all the more endearing.
The room seemed to shrink around you, the world outside fading as the moment enveloped you both. His other hand found your waist, his grip firm but gentle, as though afraid you might slip away if he let go.
You smiled against his lips, your heart swelling with affection for the swordsman who was slowly letting down his walls. Breaking the kiss for just a moment, you rested your forehead against his, your fingers gently threading through his hair.
“You’re amazing, Zozo,” you whispered, your voice barely audible but carrying the weight of your feelings.
Zoro’s cheeks flushed a deeper red, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he let out a soft, almost embarrassed chuckle. “You’re the one who’s amazing,” he muttered, his voice gruff but filled with sincerity.
You blushed and quickly pulled away, placing a pillow on the floor. Your knees pressed against it. “Zo can you please undo your pants for me?” You look up at him, ready for anything he wanted to do.
As he pulled down his pants, he couldn't help but steal a glance at you, his eyes locked onto yours as he waited for your reaction.
When he finished undressing, he stood up, his pants falling to the floor with a soft thud. He looked down at his body, his eyes tracing the lines of his muscles before he met your gaze again. "Is this okay?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, as if he was unsure of what you would think.
“Of course it is, let’s take this slow baby” you smile up at him and wrap your hands around his shaft. A soft kitten lick given to the tip
He felt a jolt of electricity run through his veins as your tongue made contact with the tip of his shaft, the soft, gentle touch sending shivers down his spine. He let out a low, husky groan, his voice barely above a whisper, as he felt his body respond to your touch.
He looked down at you, his eyes locking onto yours as he watched you take him in
As you continued to tease him with soft licks and gentle strokes, Zoro's body began to relax, his muscles releasing their tension as he let himself get lost in the sensation. He felt his hips begin to move, ever so slightly, as he subtly thrust into your touch, his body craving more of the pleasure you were giving him.
His voice was barely audible, but he whispered your name. "You...you're driving me crazy," he breathed.
You take him further into your mouth, far enough he was reaching the back of your throat. Your pussy twitched in your lace panties at the feeling, he was just so big. Bigger than you ever had before, was he even gonna fit?
As you took Zoro deeper into your mouth, he let out a low, guttural groan, his body shuddering with pleasure. He felt his eyes roll back in his head, his vision blurring as he was overcome with the sensation of your mouth wrapped around him. He couldn't help but thrust his hips, ever so slightly, as he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge.
As you continued to suck him, Zoro's hands instinctively went to your head, his fingers tangling in your hair as he gently guided you up and down his length. He was careful not to push too hard, not wanting to overwhelm you, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency, a sense that he needed to be inside you, to feel your warmth and your tightness wrapped around him.
"Ah, fuck," he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper, as he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge. "I don't know how much more of this I can take." He looked down at you, his eyes locking onto yours, and he could see the desire and the excitement reflected back at him. He knew that he was ready, and he could tell that you were too.
As Zoro's hands wandered down your skin, you felt a shiver run down your spine, his touch sending sparks of electricity through your body. He helped you up from your knees and leaned close to you. His kiss was intense, his teeth and tongue clashing with yours in a passionate, all-consuming dance. You felt yourself getting lost in the sensation, your body melting into his as he pulled you closer.
As he pulled your bralette down, you felt a rush of cool air on your skin, followed by the warmth of his hands as he cupped your breasts. His fingers brushed against your nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. You moaned into his mouth, your tongue tangling with his as you deepened the kiss.
Your hands instinctively went to his waist, your fingers digging into his skin as you pulled him closer. You felt his hardness pressing against your belly, and you couldn't help but rub against him, your body craving the friction.
As Zoro's hands continued to explore your body, you felt yourself getting more and more turned on. His touch was gentle, yet possessive, as if he was claiming you as his own. You felt a sense of surrender wash over you, as if you were giving yourself to him, body and soul.
Suddenly, Zoro's hands were at your waist, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your lace panties. He pulled back from the kiss, his eyes locking onto yours as he waited for your permission to proceed. His eyes were burning with desire, his face tense with anticipation. "Can I?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, as he waited for your response.
“Yes Zoro” you smile and urge him to sit on the edge of the bed “I wanna be on top though, you’re really big and I wanna be able to control the pace or I can’t take that monster dick” you joked
He let out a low, rumbling laugh, his chest vibrating with the sound.
"Ah, you're going to be the one in control, huh?" he said, his voice low and husky. "I like that." He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and leaned back on his hands, his body language open and inviting.
As you prepared to straddle him, Zoro's eyes locked onto yours, his gaze burning with intensity. He seemed to be savoring the moment, his body tense with anticipation. "Take your time," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I want to feel you, all of you."
He looked down at his body, his eyes tracing the lines of his muscles, and then back up at you, his gaze filled with a sense of wonder. "I've never done this before," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I want to do it with you. I want to feel you wrapped around me, to feel your warmth and your tightness."
Zoro's hands came up, his fingers brushing against your hips, and he gently guided you into position. "Come on," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "Ride me."
Your panties were pulled to the side, there was no use in waiting anyway. His tip warm against your entrance, another reminder of how real this was. You sunk down and let out a broken whimper, he was very large. But you could take it Zoro deserved this, deserved to be taken care of, and most of all he deserved to be fucked.
As you sank down onto Zoro's length, he let out a low, guttural groan, his body shuddering with pleasure.
Zoro's hands came up, his fingers digging into your hips as he guided you down, his body arching up to meet yours.
"Ah, fuck," he breathed "You're so tight, so warm." He looked up at you, his eyes locked onto yours, and he could see the mixture of pleasure and pain in your expression. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice husky with concern.
But as he looked into your eyes, he saw something there, something that made his heart skip a beat. He saw a sense of determination, of resolve, and it made him feel like he was the only person in the world. You were doing this for him, taking him in, and it was an incredible feeling.
Zoro's hands tightened around your hips, his fingers digging deeper into your skin. "I'm not going to last long," he whispered. "You feel too good, too amazing." He looked up at you, his eyes burning with intensity, and he knew that he was going to come, and soon.
“It’s fine baby, I want you to feel good” you experimentally rock your hips against him, instead of pain you’re met with sparks of pleasure. You moan and grip onto Zoro tighter, his shirt tight in your grasp.
As you rocked your hips against him, Zoro's eyes went wide with pleasure, his face contorting in a mixture of shock and delight.
His hands tightened around your hips, his fingers digging deeper into your skin as he guided you into a rhythm. He could feel your warmth, your tightness, and it was driving him crazy.
"Ah, fuck, yeah," he moaned "Just like that, baby. Move just like that." He looked up at you, his eyes locked onto yours, and he could see the pleasure written all over your face.
Zoro's hips began to move, his body thrusting up into yours as he met your rhythm. He felt a sense of synchronization, of being in perfect harmony with you, and it was incredible.
As you moaned, Zoro's mouth came up, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, gentle kiss. He could feel your breath, your warmth, and it was driving him crazy. He deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours, as he felt himself getting closer and closer to release.
“Come on baby be louder for me” you moaned and started dropping your hips down onto him faster “I wanna hear it when you cum inside me” the pleasure of your pussy being so full mixed with the fact his abs were rubbing against your clit is helping you get close to the edge. He let out a moan that sounded so fucked out it made you smirk. He was close and you could tell.
He gritted his teeth, his eyes narrowing as he focused on the sensation of being inside you. Your words only fueled his passion, and he could feel his climax approaching. Zoro let out a low, husky moan,his voice rough from the intensity of our lovemaking. His abs tensed as he thrust upwards, rubbing against your clit "Ah, damn it...,"he growled, my control slipping. You were driving him crazy, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer. He looked up at you, hid eyes locking onto yours, and he could see the smirk on your face. It only made him more determined to make you scream his name.
Your pussy was gushing against him, you were so close. Your moans were getting louder with every movement from your hips, the obscene sounds of your pussy making a mess and your lewd moans mixing together like a symphony. “Oh god Zoro you’re too good to me, you make me feel so good! I love you zozo”
He groaned, his eyes flashing with pleasure at the sound of your moans and the feeling of your pussy clenching around him. Your words only added to his arousal, "Shut up and come already," he growled, his voice low and rough, his hips meeting yours in a frenzied rhythm. He wrapped my arms around you, pulling you closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "Say my name again," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin, as he drove into you, faster and harder, pushing you towards the edge.
“Zoro fuck I’m cumming” your pussy was spasming around his cock, you were sure you were seeing white. Your scream of his name was almost too loud. He didn’t stop though. Just because you stopped doesn’t mean he was done, he still hadn’t got to cum yet; wasn’t this whole thing about him?
He gritted his teeth, eyes gleaming with intensity as he continued to thrust into you, movements relentless. Your scream of his name only fueled his passion, and he could feel his own climax building up.He didn't stop, didn't slow down, as he drove into you, his hips pounding against yours. "Not yet," he growled, he pulled your hair back, "I'm not done with you yet. You're going to take all of me, every last bit." He could feel my orgasm approaching, and he was determined to make it last, to make you feel every inch of him , every pulse of his cock as he came inside you. Your spasming pussy was still clenching around him, and he could feel your juices dripping down his balls, but he didn't stop, didn't let up, as he chased his own release.
“Please Zo cum inside, I need your hot cum inside my pussy” you keened
Zoro let out a feral growl, his eyes flashing with pleasure at your words. He could feel his climax building up, balls tightening, and cock throbbing with anticipation. "Ah, damn it...," he snarled, as he thrust into you one last time, his hips slamming against yours. Zoro felt his orgasm erupt, cum shooting into you, filling your pussy with his hot seed. He let out a low, rumbling moan, his body shuddering with pleasure, as he emptied himself into you. "Take it," he growled,"Take all of it." He wrapped my arms around you, holding you close, as he felt his cum dripping out of you.
The moans quiet down to whimpers as they calm down “first time for everything right zozo?” She questioned. He let out a low, rumbling chuckle, his chest still heaving with exertion, "I suppose so," he said, his voice still rough from their lovemaking. "I never thought I'd be the type to...lose control like that." He smiled wryly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "But I suppose you have a way of making me do things I never thought I'd do." He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. "And I have to say, I rather enjoyed it." His voice dropped to a whisper, his breath sending shivers down your spine. "Maybe I'll have to let you make me lose control again sometime."
If this is the corruption they warned him about, let it be sweet and let it be you.
It's hardly noticable; but Keigo gets nervous when you touch him like this. Like he's doing something wrong, something forbidden. His feathers twitch like they're prepared to detect his commission handlers stalking around the corner of his dim apartment hallway, forboding and scolding something shrill and calculated in his direction.
Instead, Keigo blanks at the way you touch him. Leans into your touch like a kitten, purring when you scratch his scalp. A blissed-out coo trills in Keigo's throat when your fingertips scritch at the feathery, baby blonde hairs where his skull meets his neck. A sweet sound. Innocent. Lovesick, those closed eyes and subtle smile.
But oh, the way Keigo stiffens when your hand follows the ridges of his spine down his neck like water over the rocks of a riverbank, splaying beneath the cotton of his shirt and flooding his senses there.
Keigo's body prepares for his handlers to scold him, now that he's got a pretty thing touching him all over— in ways the commission would surely balk at, too— but that doesn't happen. Instead, your sweet voice lulls him under the ocean waves again, soothing that overworked mind of his. Quieting it with gooey safety.
Calling him words like pretty, and sweet boy, and mine.
Can you blame Keigo for stirring beneath the waist? Honestly, it's quite inappropriate of him to be thinking these sorts of things about you. Your bare hand is massaging the tender junction between his shoulderblades beneath his shirt. His face is smushed against your chest, arms strewn over your body in bed. It's not like he can help whining a little in his throat, nosing at your body like he's thirsty for something more to wet his appetite.
He's a virgin. At his age in his twenties, too. Seen all that life as a hero and the poor thing has never gotten his cock wet. A shame.
You won't let that stay for long, though. He's sure. He wouldn't give it to anyone but you. And lord, God, angels in heaven— he wants you to take him.
But that isn't appropriate to say. So instead, Keigo lets the tension simmer. Luxuriates in it, lets himself sink into it like a hot bath.
Until next time. He thinks he'll let you touch him wherever you want, next time.
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Where should he put his hands?
Your tongue is pressing against his, but it doesn't feel strange. Foreign, sure. Welcome, absolutely; but nothing about this is unnatural.
Still not used to this, Keigo closes his eyes and allows himself to moan. Judging by the way your lips quirked against his, he's sure he did something you liked. His heart sings at the thought and he huffs against your mouth.
He did good.
Subtle praise makes a man bold, and he decides to try his hand at making more sounds for you with the intention of infecting you back with that imposing heat you impart unto him— only this time, Keigo allows his tongue to curl around words.
Words like you're so beautiful, and I want you so badly, and mine, too.
Your soft hand palms at his cock over his hero uniform and Keigo nearly chokes on a sob, eyes rolling back like he just touched God.
Would it come across as desperate to reach down and undo his pants, himself? A stern voice sharply barks the word greedy in the back of his mind for liking this. Keigo whimpers and turns his head away as if it will help him escape the thought, but then—
"Greedy boy," you whisper, and Keigo's breath hitches with arousal.
"You like this," you ask. Reverent, not judging.
He does. He likes you.
Keigo must have nodded at some point, because your warm laughter and sympathetic mmhm, good boy make his shoulders fall lax and comfortable.
"Can you," Keigo dares to ask, eyes wide. "You don't have to, it's just—"
He hears his buttons undone.
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This time, you're both wearing much less clothing and Keigo is the one on top. He wonders if you're feeling as exposed as he is; but he doesn't have to wonder if you also feel this right— Keigo can hear your thoughts through your body, now. A honed skill, an acquired dialect.
You did that thing you usually do to him, stole his breath through his cock and sucked his thoughts down your throat as if his body were some kind of holy ambrosia; but tonight, as you both discussed prior, Keigo wouldn't be finding release in your mouth.
When did the most erotic thing ever done to him become simply foreplay? He used to lose his mind at the way you fit him into your mouth, begging garbled pleas for forgiveness from something or someone unreachable for feeling this good. Now, it simply makes him hungrier.
"Like this," he mutters the question to you for guidance, congratulating himself for not choking the moment his fat tip presses against you, prodding at your entrance.
"Mm," you moan and the sound is like lightning down his cock, causing it to twitch. "A little lower. Then press forward and—"
A gasp. Possibly two. Fuck if Keigo can tell, stars swimming in clockwise circles around his head.
The heat of your hands grounds him, palms squished against his cheeks as he presses his forehead to yours, sinking inside.
"Breathe, darling," you smile.
"God, I'm— I, I'm trying," Keigo laughs, boyish, pretty, and golden. "Fuck, you feel so good."
"Right?"
You clench and shift your hips just for show and Keigo's jaw drops in a silent scream.
"You can do that? Don't do that," he whines, nosing into your neck. You feel his bare skin against you and his breath comes panting. You smile triumphantly.
"Sorry, sorry," you say. "I'm nervous, too. You just looked so cute. Your nose got all scrunched up and—"
As quickly as they bubbled up, the words are snatched in your throat like air lifted from your lungs. Keigo's firm hands pin your hips softly in place, grinding his body boldly against yours. Dragging himself deeply in your guts, knocking the breath out of you with pleasure.
As much as Keigo adores the sound of your voice, pillowy and seraphic, he needs to satiate this feeling in his chest somehow.
"It feels good for me, too." A kiss against his shoulder. "You take care of me so good. You're real gentle with me."
Like a lover, Keigo's mind completes for you.
Finally soft. Finally seen. Keigo blinks back the tears and kisses you again instead.
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Keigo would be hesitant to admit the amount of research he did prior to undressing you, but in the end, it blanked from his mind entirely once you both started melding together. That being said, he does particularly recall most of the advice detailing how unrealistic and difficult it is to finish at the same time as your partner.
Huh. He supposes not everything you read online has to be true.
Your soft, sleepy breaths rouse Keigo from his daydreams, recounting in meticulous detail your eyes, your movement, your voice in the throes of it. One elbow props his body up, the thin sheets revealing more of his torso when he shifts over you.
Keigo tucks a stray hair of yours and watches your dreamy breaths, the rise and fall of your bare chest that was just against his own.
He should probably feel guilty for calling you his spouse already, but he doesn't. He supposes he never will.
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