Tags// smut smut smut, mating press, creampie, minor degradation etc
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we love an insatiable man ;)
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Zoro had always carried himself like someone unshakable – solid as stone, eyes sharp, his confidence as natural as breathing. To the outside world, he was unwavering certainty wrapped in a perfect form of muscle and scars. But you knew better. You remembered the early days, when the distance between you narrowed and all that bravado faltered.
Back then, when your lips first brushed his, Zoro wasn't the fearless swordsman everyone assumed him to be. His ears burned red; his calloused hands trembled where they hovered, unsure if – or how – to touch you. He was powerful, yes, but painfully aware of his inexperience. He didn't know how to please someone – how to please you, and he wanted so badly to get it right, you found it almost endearing.
And oh, sometimes you missed it. Because that version of Zoro – the one who hesitated, who kissed you with shy, poorly masked hunger – was almost gentle compared to the demon he became.
The first time he truly had you – when he slid deep inside, when he tasted everything you offered – restraint gave way to instinct. Something inside him snapped awake, raw and demanding. Zoro became insatiable, as if a lifetime of suppressed wants had decided to surface all at once.
Now, your relationship was its own battlefield, and you were fighting for your life. A drop of water on your lip? His gaze darkened, jaw clenching. The slip of skin when your sleeve drooped down your shoulder? He was on you in seconds. Even the sight of you licking your finger clean could have his pupils blown wide, his entire body responding like you’d challenged him
And as much as you complained that he was ravenous, you craved it. You craved his gaze on you – heavy, searing – as if he could strip you bare with his eyes alone. His desire, his desperation to take you was so evident with no words passing his lips. You loved it.
So yes, sometimes you liked to tease him for it. Like now, smirking as you slowly sipped from a glass, letting the water trickle past the corner of your mouth.
Stopping in the middle of his sentence, Zoro's eyes dropped from yours to your lips. The hunger was unmistakable.
How lucky for him that you were the only ones on the ship.
"Fuckk – Zoro—"
He had you pinned, legs folded tight to your chest, wrists trapped above your head. Your mouth hung open, drooling form the sheer intensity of his strokes. Each thrust bottomed him out inside you, slow but merciless, forcing every inch of him deep.
He hovered over you, your full, thick frame shrunk within his. His lips pressed hot kisses across your face, but his smirk was sharp as your babbling spilled into the air.
"Look at you,” he drawled, voice thick with mockery. “Drooling all over yourself from my cock. That good, huh?”
You tried to nod your head, but words failed you. Zoro slowed his pace even further, earning another whine from your throat.
"Use your words, pretty."
"So – so good. Feels s' good—"
A low growl vibrated against your lips as he kissed you hard, his pace picking up again, cock burying deep with every thrust. You clung to him desperately, nails raking across his back, earning another guttural sound from deep in his chest, the sensation only spurring him on.
“That what you wanted?” he taunted. “Wanted me to ruin you. To make a mess of this pretty pussy?”
You tried to answer but your body betrayed you, your walls fluttering around him as your orgasm built fast and relentless. His pace became punishing, his hips grinding against your swollen clit with each thrust, driving you higher.
“Ughh – you’re sucking me in,” he groaned, his composure slipping. “Fuck – you’re gonna make me come.”
That was all it took. His whole body shuddered as his release tore through him, spilling hot and deep, filling you completely. The sensation pushed you over the edge, your climax ripping through you with violent intensity, your body bucking helplessly against his.
The aftermath was always the same – Zoro collapsing against you, his breathing ragged and hot against your neck. His weight pressed you into the mattress, solid and grounding, while aftershocks rippled through both your bodies. You could feel him still twitching inside you, the last remnants of his release painting your inner walls.
"Fuck," he breathed against your skin, voice hoarse and wrecked. His hands, which had been gripping your thighs with bruising intensity moments before, now traced gentle patterns along your sides. It was these moments – when the beast was temporarily sated – that reminded you of that shy boy who used to blush at your kisses.
You ran your fingers through his sweat-dampened hair, feeling him melt further into you. "You okay?" you whispered, though you already knew the answer from the way his lips curved into a satisfied smirk against your collarbone.
"More than okay," he murmured, finally lifting his head to look at you. His eyes were still dark with residual lust, but there was something softer there now – a tenderness that he reserved only for these quiet moments between you. "You're incredible."
The praise sent a warm flutter through your chest, even as you felt his cum beginning to leak out around his softening cock. He noticed too, his gaze dropping to where you were still connected, and you saw that familiar hunger flicker back to life in his expression.
"Don't even think about it," you warned, though your voice lacked any real conviction. "I can barely feel my legs."
Zoro chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. "Can't help it. You look so pretty like this – all fucked out and full of me." His thumb traced along your bottom lip, still swollen from his kisses. "Makes me want to do it all over again."
And there it was – that insatiable appetite that had replaced his earlier shyness. Even now, barely minutes after he'd filled you completely, you could see the wheels turning in his head, planning all the ways he wanted to take you next.
"You're impossible," you breathed, but you were already tilting your hips slightly, drawing a sharp intake of breath from him as the movement sent new sensations through your oversensitive core.
"And you love it," he countered, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. "Love that I can't get enough of you."
He wasn't wrong. There was something intoxicating about being the sole focus of Zoro's desire, about knowing that this powerful, controlled man came completely undone for you. The way he looked at you like you were something precious and devastating all at once – it was addictive.
"Maybe I do," you admitted, wrapping your legs around his waist to keep him close. "Maybe I like knowing that I'm the only one who gets to see you like this."
Something possessive flashed in his eyes at your words. "Damn right you are," he growled, his voice taking on that edge that never failed to send heat pooling in your belly. "You're mine. All mine."
The declaration sent a shiver through you, and you felt him twitch inside you in response to your body's reaction. That was all it took – that small sign of your arousal – for his hunger to come roaring back to life.
"Zoro..." you started, but he was already moving, shifting his angle to hit that spot inside you that made stars explode behind your eyelids.
"One more," he whispered against your ear, his voice a promise and a threat all at once. "Just one more, and then I'll let you rest."
But you both knew it was a lie. With Zoro, there was never just "one more." There was only the endless, consuming need of a man who has once been shy, and now lived to devour you whole.
ꨄPAIRING Roronoa Zoro x blk!fem!reader
ꨄGENRE: fluff, slight smut, suggestive etc. ꨄWORD COUNT 1.5K. ꨄWC: Injury, blood, pain, suggestive themes. ꨄOPHELIA'S NOTE: This was gonna be heavy smut but your girl was a bit too lazy and gave up half way so enjoy.
OVERVIEW: in which zoro is injured, stubborn as ever, and refuses to let anyone patch him up but yet somehow you're the only one he lets get close.
You were busy doing your own thing on the ship when you heard commotion coming from the kitchen. frowning, you slipped out of your room and padded towards the commotion.As you stepped inside, your eyes lock in the cenre: Zoro, casually leaning against the counter, chugging water like nothing was amiss. Chopper was in full lecture mode, tiny hooves waving emphatically. "You're hurt! You need treatment!"
Your eyes snagged on the dark bloodstains blooming across his shirt, and a sharp gasp tore from your throat. The room fell silent; every head swiveled your way.
You rushed forward, pulse hammering. "What happened?"
Sanji struck a match, lighting his cigarette with a dramatic flick. "This brainless mosshead picked a fight with some marines. Petty bullshit."
Worry knotted your gut as you whirled on Zoro. "Again?. Zoro you can't keep pulling this crap. One of these days, it'll be your last fight."
He scoffed, setting the empty glass down with a clink. "Barely a fight. Sliced the bastard in seconds."
Nami rolled her eyes skyward. "Winning fights doesn't mean shit when you're bleeding out. Let Chopper fix you."
Zoro ignored her, pivoting to the fridge and snagging a beer. Chopper scurried after. "A beer right now is a terrible idea!"
He popped the cap with his thumb, rolling his eyes at the chorus of concerned stares. "Who cares."
You crossed your arms, voice firm. "We all do."
Sanji muttered under his breath, just loud enough, "Speak for yourself," which earned him a glare from you.
Luffy and Usopp tumbled in then, arms overflowing with bandages and supplies. Luffy beamed. "We got everything, Chopper! You're saved, Zoro!"
Zoro arched a brow. "Quit babying me. I'm fine." He shouldered past them and stalked out.
Nami huffed. "Unbelievable."
You stared into the distance, knowing full well how stubborn Zoro was. He hated the attention, the coddling—but that didn't mean he could wander around with a huge injury and expect no one to care. You weren't letting this slide. Excusing yourself, you followed him out.
When you reached his room, you knocked. No response but you walked in anyway.
There he was, sitting shirtless on the bed, beer in hand, his palm pressed over the big cut along his ribs. You couldn't help but stare—since when did he get those abs? Gosh, he looked hot. Heat flushed your cheeks at the sight but you snapped back to reality, remembering why you were here.
Zoro looked up, setting his beer on the floor. "What do you want, princess?"
Princess. It wasn't the first time he'd called you that. Weird, coming from him since Sanji was the one who tossed nicknames like confetti at you and every girl he meets—but you weren't complaining.
You crossed your arms. "Look, I know you hate it when people worry about you or show you any care and affection, but you can't just tell everyone not to and push us away. Not when you keep getting into these stupid fights that leave you carved up. It's annoying and childish, so I'm gonna help treat you whether you like it or not."
You were out of breath from the lecture, expecting him to shove you out. Instead, he stared at you with those intense eyes that always made your stomach flip. "Okay."
You blinked, "Okay?" repeating what he said in a confused tone, and expression matching. You didn't expect him to listen. He never listened to anyone. "You wanted to help me, so I'm letting you." he rosed upfrom his bed, fished a medical kit from his drawer, tossed it your way, and dropped back onto the bed.
Stunned, you caught it and sat beside him. He leaned back, exposing the wound fully. Blood and sea salt scented the air, thick and metallic, as you dabbed it clean with steady hands.
"Aren't you gonna get closer to clean it?" he said.
You were holding back nerves buzzing like live wires. But without questioning you scooted closer, your thigh brushed his. You slowed down, more careful now, your fingers gentler as you worked. His jaw tightened. You noticed. "Did that hurts," you asked.
"It's nothing." You paused, glancing up at him. "You're a terrible liar."
He didn’t respond, but his eye flicked toward you—sharp, but then softer, like he’d already decided he wasn’t going to argue.
You dipped a wet cloth into clean water and pressed it lightly against the wound. Zoro’s breath hitched. Just for a second. Your hand stilled. "…Sorry."
"Don’t be," he muttered. "Just do it."
So you did — slow, steady, careful. Cleaning the blood, wiping away the mess so you could actually see what you were dealing with.
Up close, it looked worse. "…You should’ve let Chopper handle this," you said quietly.
"No." The answer came instantly. You sighed. "Of course not."
You reached for the antiseptic. "This is going to sting."
"I’ll live."
"Barely."
You poured it anyways. Zoro’s whole body tensed, shoulders going rigid, breath sharp through his teeth. "Fuck," he whispered, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, his hand gripped your thigh, making you silently gasp at the touch—pulse leaping but you didn’t say anything.
Your free hand moved without thinking, resting lightly against his side-not to hold him down, just… there. Grounding.
His tension eased. But he didn’t take his hand off your thigh. Not completely. "…You can tap out, you know," you murmured. "I won’t judge you." He let out a quiet breath that almost sounded like a laugh. "Not happening."
"Figured."
You finished cleaning the wound and started wrapping fresh bandages around him, your fingers brushing his skin as you worked. You looked up to check if he was okay, only to find him staring at you. Heat flooded your cheeks; you looked away, focusing on the wound.
Then his fingers tucked a stray braid over your shoulder. "Your still pulling away." He muttered
Your hands froze. "W-what?"
Before you knew it, he grabbed you by the waist, hauling you onto his lap. palms slamming his shoulder and chest. Too close. His heat seeped through you, heartbeat thundering against your ribs.
He grinned. "That's better."
You were so nervous your eyes darted anywhere but him. "Zoro, I wasn't even that far away. This is too close."
He tilted his head, looking at you. "...You complaining?"
You swallowed at his response before stammering, "N-no— that's n-not what I—"
"Good." He pulled you even closer, your noses almost touching. You gasped, but he just leaned in, saying, "Stay still."
Before you even respond his lips met yours firm, commanding, deliberate. Your hands clutched his shoulders as his hold tightened at your waist, pressing you closer. The first kiss was heated, testing you. Then he deepened it, tilting his head, lips and tongue brushing yours in a slow, teasing rhythm. Your heart raced, fingers digging into his chest, melting into him.
He hummed softly, insistent but patient, letting the kiss grow bolder. The world narrowed to the heat between you, the taste of beer and salt on his tongue, the rapid beat of your hearts syncing as his hand slid up your back.
You broke for air first, breathless, forehead against his. "Zoro—your injury—"
"Shut up," he growled low, nipping your lower lip before capturing your mouth again, hungrier this time. His free hand roamed, tracing the curve of your spine, calluses rough against your skin. You shivered, arching into him, feeling the hard planes of his abs flex under your palms as you explored.
He bucked beneath you, erection straining against his pants, grinding into your core. A groan tore from him into the kiss. Your thighs squeezed his hips, rolling down deliberate now. Friction sparked wetness soaking your panties.
He shifted beneath you, pulling you flush against the growing bulge in his pants, a low groan rumbling from his chest into your mouth. "Fuck, princess... keep moving like that don't stop."
Your thighs clenched around his hips instinctively, grinding down just enough to draw a hiss from him. His grip on your waist tightened, guiding your hips in a slow roll, the friction sending sparks through you both. Heat pooled low in your belly as his mouth trailed to your neck, teeth grazing your pulse point, sucking hard enough to make you gasp loudly.
"Zoro," you whimpered, fingers threading through his green hair, tugging lightly. He bucked up against you in response, the pressure perfect, teasing, making your core ache with need.
His hand dipped lower, cupping your ass squeezing and kneading firmly as he rocked you against him. "You wanted to take care of me?" he murmured against your skin, voice gravelly. "This how you do it?"
You nodded, lost in the haze, your own hands wandering tracing the fresh bandages, then lower, palming him through his pants. He swore softly, hips jerking, but his eye locked on yours, dark with want. "Careful... or I'll flip you over and show you how to really sit still."
The promise hung heavy, your body thrumming with anticipation. His fingers hooked your waistband, delving inside to slick through your soaked folds. A broken moan spilled from your lips as he circled your clit with maddening precision—slow, then flicking fast—while you ground together, bandages straining, every nerve screaming toward shattering release. The air thickened with your shared pants, the wet sounds of his teasing fingers, his cock twitching hot against you, promising more as pleasure coiled tighter.
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I think Zoro would be so damn good at eating you out. Prepping you for what’s to come right after 💚
He’d have you in a mating press. His big rough hands holding you open while his tongue slides around your clit —sucking it into his mouth gently. Flicking his tongue on it like a cat drinking milk
There’d be a glimmer in his eye when you start getting uncontrollably wet. He’d be so into that the grip on the back of your thighs would keep getting firmer and firmer pushing them down until they’re are touching the bed
He’d groan at how open and vulnerable you look and start making your hips rock back and forth to meet his tongue. Your body would eagerly chase too
You look down at him with tears in the corners of your eyes. Mouth parted like you’re about to say something but what?
You stare at how his mouth glistens with your juices. How he wants to stuff you full with his tongue. Fuck- you get goosebumps when you see a trail of your slick connect from his tongue to your pussy
“tastes s’fuckin sweet”
He licks his lips and goes back to work —making you whimper at how devoted he is to making you feel with his mouth
“wana —slide in you s’bad” he mumbles into your pussy
“fuck you —till you go stupid” he moans in it and slurps deliberately louder than he needs too. Drawing eights around your slick pussy. He can’t help but to push his tongue as far as he can
Moaning into you as if he’s enjoying it more than you are
“can’t get enough” he places slow sloppy kisses on your clit. Makes out with it until your trembling —something threatens to snap in the pits of your tummy
He slips two thick fingers in without warning and the way his name rolls off your tongue it makes his hips twitch In response
The friction of it pressing into the mattress causing his eyes to roll back —motivation to make his finger tongue combo break you into tiny pieces
He immediately finds that spot that makes you gasp. Calling you with his fingers as he goes back to flicking his tongue on your clit
“zor-”
“Zoro-”
“B-babyy” you sob as you approach the edge ten times faster with the addition of his fingers
He looses all composure at the sound of that. Hips rolling into the bed almost shyly like he’s trying to maintain some dignity
He calls you faster, this time curling both fingers into that spot. Your legs twitch, almost closing together as he sucks on your clit one last time pulling out the sweetest moan he’s heard all night
He flips you on to your tummy while you’re cumming— forcing his pre soaked cock into you while your pussy flutters. Your mouth falls open for an even louder moan but it’s caught in your throat
Not for long though — when he pulls almost all the way out and gives you all of him… the impact’s so hard your ass ripples, your body’s molded into the bed …
that’s when it cums out
Stars behind your eyes, vision slightly blurred but the sensation is everything
“fuck me pleeaaseee” you beg and he moans in response. Putting all his weight on you as he stables himself, hands on your lower back as he drives his delicious cock inside you over and over again
A mix smirk and pleasure splays across his face as he listens to your incoherent sentences and babbles. The only things making sense is his name and the obscene sounds your drenched pussy makes
꧂warning ノtags:wano!Zoro [ post time skip]◞ mission position into mating press◞ condomless loving [ zont zo it ]◞ alcohol consumption [ causal drinking from zoro ]◞ Zoro and Sanji bickering◞ subspace??◞ a-spot stimulation ◞ implied marathon sex◞ both the reader and Zoro are needy◞ squirting◞ reader has pubic hair because she’s grown◞ reader is flexible.
take a shot everytime Zoro calls reader pretty…
꧂wc:1.9k
꧂an:was literally proofreading my Eren fic and got possessed?!had the share my thoughts. i dedicate this to my bestie, happi late birfday!! the eren fic is still cooking so eat this as an appetizer. love u. as usual, the visual is a p!link, don’t act surprised. bye
꧂visual
Sloppy, hot kisses placed on the underside of your slacked jaw made it hard to concentrate. Your pout deepened each time he bottomed out—your eyebrows could almost replace your eyelids with how low they drifted.
“Oh—oh! You make me feel so so so so good, ‘my gosh, Zoro!” You were starting to lose yourself in pleasure. Second by second your sentences trailed off into mindless babbling that had your boyfriend grinning from ear to ear.
Shared juices pooled between your trembling thighs, dripping slowly towards the creaking springs of the aged mattress. If he wasn’t speaking directly into your ear, muttering sentences that’ll definitely make you heat up in the face when brought up later, then he was moaning aloud, his sounds meshing seamlessly salty sea breeze that swallowed you whole. When he became this needy, his unapologetic ways were the talk of the night.
“Yea? I bet I do. ‘Can barely feel you, this pretty pussy is drownin’ me.”
“Mmm! Mmm! Sorry. M’sorry, Zoro.”
Yeah. You’re gone. “Don’t apologize for missin’ me, Pretty Girl.”
You nodded, your manicured fingers wrapped tight around your ankles, occasionally cradling the soles of your feet, earning praises from above when you pulled them back further. Further. And further. Your flexibility always amazed him; it’s how you were able to bend in the most difficult positions that’ll make him tap out if performed on him.
“You’re so deep!” Your whines curled tightly into his lingering moans—strangling tightly like a starving Boa.
“Mhm. I’m hittin’ that spot, huh?”
His golden earrings rings created a low hum, each sway of his hips creating a custom jingle. The tips of his forest colored hair dripped sluggishly with lukewarm water from his earlier shower, the water ultimately pooling between the weight of your rocking tits. You nodded once more as your face grew warmer from his lingering stares.
“You’re doin’ so good, Pretty Girl. So fuckin’ good,” Oversized canines flashed in darkness as he grinned. You replied in another whiny tone when his hips broke through his previous set rhythm. The obnoxious squish followed by your pussy farting had you looking down in pure horror, only to find Zoro’s entire cock drenched in a milky white trench coat.
“Oh m-my gosh.”
“Told you. Ya’ soakin’ me.”
The lower half of his happy trail mirrored your landing strip: matted with creamy love. A mixture between spit and mixed cum coated you both in a laminated mess, glimmering dimly under the moonlight.
“‘Member when you could only take half? Hah!—Now my Pretty Girl takin’ the whole. Damn. Thing!”
Zoro peppered kisses along the sweaty bridge of your nose, gliding up slowly until he left a trail of love to your furrowed brows.
“Gonna’ get wrinkles if you don’t stop that.”
You think you’re worried about what your face looks like right now? He’s handshaking you from the inside—touching places that you didn’t even know lingered deep beneath the surface—the last thing you were thinking about was your wrinkles.
Deep breaths hesitate from escaping the comfort of your lungs. Tear brimmed eyes shielded by the heaviness of your eyelids and tear filled full lashes. Even though you were incapable of responding with words, Zoro knew exactly what you were trying to convey back to him. Not a single inch of his manhood went untouched by your warm, creamy embrace—somehow digging deeper with every thrust.
“You’re about to cum again, huh? Yea you are, I see written all over that pretty face.”
You were in fact about to cum—soak him, actually. Again.
Your fingers quickly untangle from your ankles and find comfort on his shoulders that tripled in size since his two long years in the shadows. He was hot and heavy against your chest—his breathing erratic just as yours was.
“Love you. Love you somuch!”
Absence definitely makes the heart grow fonder—and your pussy noticeably wetter.
From the moment you stepped from the ship you were on a mission to locate your boyfriend and fuck him silly—sea legs and all. For a split second you didn’t even recognize him, his frame wider—his scowl meaner. He walked with a type of confidence that made everyone stop and stare. His open yukata created a deep V, down his heavy chest, showcasing the discolored scar that decorated his toned torso. A dark green jittoku haori swayed gently in a breeze that carried his scent directly to you.
That can’t be him. Can it?
You had your doubts until you heard how he reacted to seeing Sanji. Their bickering started the second they made eye contact, making the townsfolk glance over in horrified confusion. Their yelling crossed over the rippling sea farther than any ship could travel.
The ship's reunitement was short-lived. The moment you all boarded the Thousand Sunny, Zoro couldn’t keep his hands off of you. He wasn’t one for public affection, but he’s waited two years.
Two years too many.
“I need to feel you,” his words fanned across your ear making you squirm under his embrace. He was moist and warm with his towel hanging on by a thread around his thin waist. Not even in your shared room for more than ten seconds—suitcases still packed to the brim, begging to be unpacked, and you were pinned on the wall like decoration.
“Come take me, please,” you’d be lying if you didn’t pick up on his sudden energy shift. His hunger for you was hard to contain, peeking through when his quick pecks turned into deep makeout sessions. You felt the heaviness of his cock through your his pink towel—you stroked what you could through the rough material, earning deep grunts of appreciation. Zoro humped at your palms while feeling for cavities with his tongue, “Missed you so fuckin’ much.”
“‘Missed you more, Zoro.”
You were breathless—head dizzy, damn near seeing double, while your body moved without control. The soft thud of the towel hitting the wood was ignored by your ringing ears. Your soaked panties were crawling midway down your thighs before Robin’s voice broke through the walls.
“Put a cap on it love birds! Dinner is ready!”
Zoro’s movement stiffened and you couldn’t help but to laugh at the defeat in his face. “‘Hate this place sometimes.”
“Aww don’t be like that, Zo’. They missed us. Don’t be the Grinch.”
“‘Grinch because I want to spend time with my woman?” He muttered to himself as he picked up the towel that was dropped without remorse. You on the other hand rushed to the bathroom, cleaning up any remains of the make out session. He followed behind seconds later—his heavy head tucked between his shoulders.
He was trying to make you feel bad.
“Pick your face up, Baby. We have all night to love each other. I’ll even do that thing you like.”
His dark, thin brows rose to his hairline, “The thing with your tongue?”
“Mhm!”
Dinner was eventful. Everyone had their stories to share, their scars to show off, their battles to brag about and yet, Zoro’s attention was set on you. Sake pooled at his lips with every swig—his heavy, pink tongue chasing after the abandoned alcohol. Even with a single eye, his gaze held the sights of millions.
Overlapping chatter and the scratching of metal against vintage porcelain and still you heard the heavy thud of your heartbeat. You shifted in your seat—your fork poking at some poor sea creature Sanji decided to experiment with.
The soft thud of the glass hitting the table top was the last thing you heard before you were suddenly in the air and balanced on his broad shoulder.
“Dinner’s over. Good night,” your sudden dismissal didn’t shock the crew at all, in fact, Nami was collecting berries around the table from the bet they all placed earlier that day; to see how long you and Zoro could go without having sex.
The moment the door clicked shut he was on you like white on rice—sucking, kissing, biting anything that was in his line of sight.
“‘M not holdin’ back.”
“Don’t.”
Round after round, orgasm after orgasm—his dick stood tall, the only difference is it was getting wetter after every round.
His hands traced invisible lines up your trembling thighs, past the underside of your knees to your ankles—where he pinned them. Suddenly he dropped his hips with so much force the bed started to shift in the direction he was humping.
“O-ooh! Z-Z’ro!”
Your body was angled just right to where he was hitting that spot just inches away from your cervix. Zoro nipped at your throat before quickly chasing it with kisses, almost like he’s remembering he has to be gentle.
“Don’t stop, hhmp! Zoro… right there!”
He hummed, his warm tongue tracing over the bulging veins in your neck, “Wasn’t plannin’ on it, Love.”
You felt the ship sway with the aid of your boyfriend’s strokes—the realization making him grin arrogantly. One thing you did notice is that his stamina definitely increased, usually he’d be approaching his last rounds but with how energetic he felt, he could go for days.
“Give it to me, Baby. You’re goin’ to let me have it?”
You started to reply—only for all of the air to be sucked out of your lungs in a matter of milliseconds. A sudden stream of tears flowed to your ears as orgasm fully took over. Your breathing stopped completely, almost you were frozen in time. The feeling was so intense—your vision blurred into black and white dots while a high pitched ringing noise flossed through your eardrums.
Still, his hips kept moving. Each time he pulled out, a steady stream of your wetness was chasing after him so desperately.
“Yeaaah, there you go. My pretty girl.”
Then—you found your voice—only to let out the loudest moan of the entire night, “Ooo fhuck meee!”
Your fingers raked at his soaked abs, desperately hoping to slow him down so you could properly function. He eventually took the hint—his hips slowing down until he was just sitting inside of you.
“That was a big one. Biggest one you had since… ever.”
He trailed kisses along your calfs that were still shaking by the revolutionary orgasm. Your chest heaved heavily as you tried to catch your breath that was just out of reach.
“I feel so floaty, ‘Noa. Hold me, please.”
The slight wobble in your bottom lip and urgency in your tone had his eyebrows folded in concern. His warm embrace washed over you like the sea you’ve become accustomed to. It wasn’t uncommon for you to cry after sex—hell, Zoro would be concerned if you didn’t. It was the call of his first name that had him hooked. He only heard it from you when you were swimming deep in crashing waves of emotions.
“‘Missed you s’much,,” You whispered in between sobs, “I don’t ever want to be apart from you again. Ever.”
“Hey hey, look at me,” his thumb chased after the hot, heavy tears that were booking it around your face. You leaned into his palm—even peppered kissed across the rough, warm flesh. “If you think you’re leavin’ my line of sight, then you have lost your mind. I’m never leavin’ you and you’re never leavin’ me. I can promise you that.”
You nodded, bottom lip still trembling, “Promise?”
When he kissed you, it's almost like everything else melted—nothing else mattered. Like always, you struggled to keep up with his pace, his tongue even bullying yours into submission. The pleasure began to pool at your abdomen before you felt the subtle rock of his hips. “I fuckin’ swear it. I Love you so much, my Pretty Girl.”
i can't believe i really wrote this.
A/N: based on this request and this ask. this is so unserious. and serious at the same time. it's killing me. this one is just based on my personal thoughts, no maths involved, so size for some characters isn't the same than on my random math nerdy analysis. and YES, ikr some size aren't even humanly possible. oda decided to do unrealistic ass heights, so i’m matching his freak.☆
CW: gn!reader (just a bit of afab!reader only for marco), just pure smut lol
WC: 6,1k. i wrote a fucking widickpedia.
one piece masterlists. ☆ my ko-fi
Eustass Kid
7.8 inches - massive ego, massive dick, he needs some backup to be so arrogant.
A pure shower. Thick and veiny as hell. Even his cock looks angry, especially when it twitches. It sounds threatening and daring you to touch. Kid is always stretching you out so much you can barely recall your own name for a few minutes, your walls so tight, clenching around him, feeling every single vein and ridge as he sinks deep inside you, fat tip trying to fuck your soul out of your body. “I know it's big, tell me somethin' I don't already know.”
Backshots, backshots, backshots.
This man is breathing for backshots. He's an ass man. Slamming into you roughly from behind, hand gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises. The second he stops to hold you, you know what’s going to happen. Rough spank on your ass, leaving red handprints on your skin. And he does it again, just for the dark satisfaction of watching the little jiggles of your flesh, how hard you’re whining into the pillow or against the wall. “Keep cryin’, it turns me on.” He’s fucking you so hard, tears always spill from your eyes, lewd noises of skin slapping against skin filling the room, Kid’s raspy, husky breath driving you insane with desire. Don’t you dare turn your head to look at him with a lovey dovey expression, all he will do is pin your face against the mattress, keeping you helpless and at his mercy until you’re fucked dumbed, drooling on the sheets.
Donquixote Doflamingo
11 inches - dick as massive as his charisma
“I’m not even halfway,” is his favorite thing to say as he watches you sweat and squirm pathetically with every inch pushed deep inside you. He’s taking his time, but don’t mistake it for kindness; he’s just drinking in the sight of your face totally wrecked when he’s only halfway, how obscene your hole is stretched around his girth, how you look at him with big eyes silently hopping he’s balls deep inside. But his maniac laugh says everything as he slams the rest of his length deep inside you, so deep it feels like he’s rearranging your guts. The worst thing when you watch him undress for the first time is to think it's already big, only to find out this bastard is a grower. That wicked grin on his face when he gets hard and watches the colors leave your face? Terrifying. He’s such a sadist he loves to make you count the inch when he buries himself into you and if you lose, you’re doomed.
Mean missionary, custom cowgirl, master of shibari.
Doflamingo is kinky as hell, even a romantic position turns into something obscene with him. You’re just his puppet when he forces your legs on his broad shoulders, spreading your thighs so wide open your muscles are sore and begging for mercy, but his hands will keep you as open as his cock splitting you in half. “That's it, keep singing for me, little bird.” His eyes never leave your face; he needs to see your face and how you’re wincing. Deep thrusts that make your whole body shake until your legs start to twitch uncontrollably. And don’t you think you’re in control when you’re straddling him, all you can do is take it as he looks regal, resting his head behind his arms, lazy fidgeting his fingers to drive you up and down his cock with his devil fruit. “Look at this little bird bouncing on my cock and whining like a crybaby.” Don’t even think about holding onto his abs for support, he will just tie you down. When he’s in the mood, he will turn your body into art, suspending you… before slamming inside you so hard you need to grip the ropes for support.
Dracule Mihawk
8.2 inches - big dick energy, dick as straight as his posture.
He got the prettiest cock you will ever see; in fact, before him, you never thought a dick could ever look pretty. He never bothered taking measures on his cock; it just sounded ridiculous in his mind. That man was just born confident; he never brags, no need to brag when you know what you're doing. And Mihawk always knows what he’s doing. When he’s sliding inside you, it feels like he’s putting you to death, inch after inch, stretching you out around his girth, circumcised tip bullying your inside, but don’t worry, to you, Mihawk only gives little death.
Missionary, mating press, ankle over shoulder.
Mihawk doesn't fuck. He hunts. With deadly precision. Each thrust is languid, meaningful, designed to spill out helpless moans from your mouth until you’re totally drugged out, reduced to a quivering, shivering mess under his lethal control. He wants you on your back, blending the world of intimacy and control in a way that makes your knees weak. Eyes always locked to yours as he thrusts inside you, in control, targeting all your weaknesses, making you feel each inch, each vein of his length, cold necklace covering your skin with goosebumps. He will always pin your wrists above your head, combining eye contact with control until he lifts one of your legs over his shoulder, sliding even deeper inside you, still keeping you pinned down and at his mercy. “Eyes on me, don’t move,” He will say almost cruelly when you try to shut your eyes or struggle to keep it with his firm pace - for him, rough sex is not about fucking you fast and rough like a jackhammer, but rather deep enough to leave you empty and needy for days once he’s done with you. When he wants you even more helpless, he will smash your legs against your chest, folding you in half, your wrists either tied or pinned with one hand. Languid kisses that always leave you breathless, piercing gaze that makes you feel like he's fucking you even when he's perfectly still inside you.
Portgas D.Ace
6.4 inches - with a super cute sensitive pink tip
Slightly curved upward, perfect girth, tip always glistening with pre-cum, thick vein running down one side, smooth skin. It doesn’t matter if you’re giving him a head, jerking him off or taking him deep inside you, he will always give you the prettiest moans you have never heard - Ace moans are so beautiful, in the top 3 of One Piece men moans, and he’s not the third. “ You’re so perfect for me.” He always praises you, the cute freckles on his cheeks all flushed when you’re clenching around him, milking his cock until he lets out broken moans.
Just ride this man.
He just loves watching you bouncing on his length - his eyes can drink in every single inch of your skin, keeping eye contact; it soothes him to see how much you love him and how good his cock makes you feel as you fuck yourself on his length, lips open on silent screams while he holds your hips, hair fanning on his forehead and on the pillows, face flushed from neck to ears, pearls of his necklace clicking together whenever he lifts up to grab your neck and kisses you so deeply, pouring all the feelings he doesn’t know how to express into his kiss - before moaning in your mouth, filling you up with hot ropes of thick seed.
Rob Lucci
8 inches - with a curve as lethal as his attacks
“Stay still.” Voice so soft and smooth like velvet while he’s literally impaling you on his length, his claws keeping you pinned and helpless, reminding you that each squirm will be punished with a scratch, or a bite on your neck. The first time you undressed him, eyes widening in shock, he didn’t even bother blinking, just stared at you with a detached, predator gaze, voice flat. “Run away now if you're scared.” You didn’t run away, but even now, every single time, you’re crawling on the bed and Lucci just watches your struggles with a cold face before impaling you back firmly onto his length.
Hunting you doggy style.
He’s a predator. He loves playing with you. His favorite game is to have you on your hands and knees, back arched in the most cruel, sadistic angle, his hands digging into your flesh, his tall frame casting a shadow over you as he slides inside you, slowly, not by kindness but for predatory purposes. And then his favorite game begging, fucking you so deep your soul is leaving your body with each thrust, his tip punching against your sweet spot as if he was angry at it, until you start to crawl and squirm. He loves watching you struggle for a few seconds before gripping your hips tightly, slamming you right back on his length. He’s hunting until your hands give up, resting weakly on your forearms and when your arms are sore, you’re just reduced to a helpless mess, ass up, chest down. “Pathetic.” He snarls, pushing you flat against the mattress, ending you in prone bone, scratching you, biting you, leaving hickeys everywhere he can, keeping you pinned down, at his mercy, his long hair falling free on your broken frame.
Sabo
6.8 inches - twitching like hell, always happy to see you
Mushroom tip round and smooth but so fucking large, eager to choke you, just as Sabo always does with his fingers wrapped like a necklace around your throat. A grower that grows fast whenever you’re around, veins pulsing with need, cockhead always glistening with precum and throbbing even more when Sabo buries himself inside you. “Quit squeezing down so hard, sweetheart,” he whispers, while casually keeping you in a chokehold.
Mating press.
He’s folding you in half with an angelic smile, slamming so deep your eyes roll back with each thrust, your poor legs twitching and trembling. He just loves your drugged-out expression in this position, how you’re milking his cock, sucking him deeper. He can watch your face, his length sliding inside you, how your hole is clenching him so tight, but more importantly, he can wrap his fingers around your neck and admire your eyes turning blank and cheeks totally red as he chokes you to your heart’s content. You’re squeezing him so nicely when he chokes you, his eyes are shining with a twisted mix of lust, love and admiration, talking to you with a lovely voice that doesn’t match the obscenity he’s doing and saying to you.
Trafalgar Law
7.6 inches - flat ass, big dick, the true embodiment of skinny emo myth, trust me
He’s so twisted, he removed his foreskin just for the sake of science, but he will pretend he did it for real medical purposes. The girth is pretty average but that length can kill - the fact this dude is casually walking with a nodachi almost as big as him is a warning. Sadly, his tip isn’t black and dark as the emo he is, it’s a cute, deep shade of pink, little veins along that perfectly straight length because his cock is as rigid as his mind. “Stop staring,” he mutters, cheeks flushed as your mouth goes totally dry at the sight of length. His cock is unexpressive just like him, never really throbbing or twitching, but when it’s inside you, don’t worry, each vein is teasing you, that fat tip as well. A pure grower, I mean look at those tight skinny emo jeans he's always wearing, he is a grower.
As long as you’re on your stomach.
Intimacy is such a struggle, he just likes to keep you on your stomach and if you can please, keep your head buried in the pillow or the mattress. If you can’t, don’t worry, he’ll pin you down regardless. He loves to be in control, one hand on your lower back as leverage as you literally collapse flat on your stomach, his hips snapping forward with controlled thrusts - but sometimes he’s so rough it feels like he’s trying to fuck the insomnia out of his body. “What? I just want to see your face.” Whenever you furrow your eyebrows when he flips you on your back, because you know it only means one thing with such a teaser - he’s going to make fun of you as he edges you with that smug expression and annoying smirk. But honestly, what Law loves the most is just to make you cum with his fingers. “Try to hold back for more than 5 minutes if you want to have a taste of my mouth.” But the A & T are curled up so nicely inside you. On purpose. It’s so funny to see the pleasure blended with desperation in your gaze as you cum within 5 minutes. When he’s even more lazy, he will give you only the H.
Vinsmoke Sanji
6.6 inches - cute tip always glistening with precum
Smooth, velvety skin, not really veiny, average girth, twitching and throbbing with need whenever he looks at you for more than 10 seconds. It stands proudly, slightly curved upward just to please you better when he’s inside you, hitting your sweet spot so nicely it should be illegal. “You’re taking me so well,” he praises with his sweet voice, trying so hard to not cum in a blink whenever your tight warm clench around him. Shivers running down your spine whenever he buries his face in the crook of your neck to muffle his moans - pretty, pretty moans, in the top 3 prettiest moaners of One Piece with Ace.
Between your legs.
What do you mean living between your legs and driving you crazy with his mouth isn’t really a position? He doesn't mind, that’s what he loves the most. Licking you, sucking you, swallowing each single one of your orgasm until his jaws are so sore he has no choice but to give up. “You taste so good, I can’t help it…” While diving back between your legs, overstimulating you without even trying to, he just has an oral fixation. Will get all cute and pouty and ask like a good boy to have his perfect ass pounded. His ass is so juicy it's illegal, one of the prettiest ass of One Piece, maybe his ass is the One Piece. But if you really want him to take you, then missionary it is. He wants to offer you divine french kisses while rolling his hips in languid thrusts, even his hickeys are delicate and soft. His guilty pleasure? Watching you, nothing more, nothing else. Every part of your body is so mesmerizing he doesn’t know where to look. Sometimes, he likes spooning, especially for morning sex, and because his hands can wander on your skin.
Roronoa Zoro
6.4 inches - fat dick, you kinda want to cry
Probably did a dick contest with Sanji and was pissed off to see the 0,2 inches difference but then got that smug face because his girth is so scary it could leave you with a gaping hole if he was a sadist. Veins are pulsing with need, it almost looks like it’s mad at you, but if you say a comment about his dick, he’s going to blush so hard, such a lovely tomato with his green hair. Is either focused as if he was training, or lazy when he’s sliding inside you, stretching you out so wide open it’s almost obscene. “Cling onto my shoulders if ya want, I got ya.”
“That one where you’re on top”, “that one with your ass lifted up,” that one....”
Yes. That's how he’s talking. This man is living in his own world; he doesn’t even know sex position name. Honestly, sometimes he’s manhandling you so roughly he’s creating new positions without even trying to. “Come on, work that ass, don’t be lazy.” He grunts whenever you’re straddling him, reverse style; of course, he’s an ass man. Watching your cute ass bouncing on his cock, your hole clenching around his girth and his length disappearing inside you is probably one of his favorite views, so that’s why when he’s not lazy, he’s just fucking you doggy style, big muscles flexing each time he’s holding you in place, abs contracting so pretty, too bad you can’t see it. When he’s in the mood to face you, his usual go-to is to fold you in half in mating press, caging you in with his muscular frame, watching how wrecked you are as his hips snap against yours, sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room - the soft, delicate, metallic chimes of his earrings clasping together is a lovely contrast when your poor knees are almost brushing your ears. “Gotta focus on your stamina and stretching.”
Buggy
5.9 inches - brightening red tip just as his nose
Average size and girth, a red tip looking almost angry and always leaking with precum because even his dick is way too expressive. He’s such a whiny mess, his dick throbbing and pulsing, but your hands aren’t even touching him yet. His hips are jerky when he’s inside you, crying out your name so loudly you always end up stuffing his mouth with your underwear to make him shut up, but he keeps whining through the fabric, with big crybaby tears when he cum. Muffled “Mmpf” , but he’s probably whining about how good you feel.
Cringe king of weird positions
He’s a sub even if he will always pretend the opposite, so basically, he’s going to follow your lead - when he’s not asking to get his cute ass pounded... with his own dick as a strap. But if you let him indulge in his wildest desires, Buggy got quite the creativity. He’s a clown and has a nice devil fruit for show time and will use both shamelessly to fuck you in impossible angles and position, his hands bullying you, sometimes even his head isn’t attached to his neck anymore but just going down on you shamelessly while you impale yourself on his length. “What’s wrong, you’re not comfortable?” He’s asking without even teasing you, deadly serious, confused that NO, you’re not comfortable when your legs are angled in such weird positions it almost looks like you’re a ragdoll with broken bones.
Smoker
7 inches - he’s ready to tame you with his dick
“I don’t bite, you know?” Smoker is not stupid, he knows he doesn’t have to complain about his size, but he never gets what his partners are looking at him with such big eyes. Maybe he’s a bit taciturn, but he’s also kind. He’s not going to shove his cock down your throat without a warning. It stands proud and thick with big veins and heavy balls. When you’re kneeling in front of him, drooling down his length while he’s taking drag after drag of his cigars, he always looks at you with a gaze full of lust and tenderness - he will always tangle his hands in your hair. If you ask him to guide your head, he’s more than happy to indulge but will probably accidentally choke you on his cock, pushing his tip down your throat until you’re coughing. He was too lost in his pleasure.
Against the wall.
Poor man is always busy with work and missions. He’s a workaholic, that’s why he needs two cigars; one isn’t enough to get enough nicotine stuck in his lungs. When he comes back to you, he’s too impatient to reach the bedroom, he doesn’t even bother taking off his uniform, his big hands are just pinning you down against the wall, watching how your hole is trying to swallow all of him. “Fuck, you’re always gripping me so tight when I come home. Missed me, yeah?” Hot palms squeezing your ass cheeks, spreading them wide open until he gets tired of the view and flips you around, caging you with his massive frame, carrying you effortlessly and fucking you, your legs wrapped around his waist, back firmly pressed against the wall. He doesn’t moan, but damn, his raspy breaths are so pretty when he cum deep down inside you… as your body goes limp, he finally remembers about the bedroom and proceeds to fuck you again on the mattress, savoring the moment, taking his time.
King
20,8 inches - I don’t make the rules, he’s so tall.
Big bulbous brown head, it’s not just long and girthy, it’s also heavy, large balls hanging between his thighs, it could split you open, make you cry until you pass out. And yeah yeah, Alber got a prince albert and it stays on. Even behind his mask, he’s looking down at you with such disdain your gaze is locked on the floor. “You’re embarrassing.” He’s merciless, making sure you’re fully stuffed as he focuses solely on rearranging your guts, his hands on your stomach just to feel the bulge of his cock stretching you out beyond reliefs. “I knew human bodies were weak but yours is so ridiculously weak, it’s pathetic.” He’s a sadist; he loves the big tears running down your cheeks, torturing you, fucking you orgasm after orgasm, leaving you with a gaping hole, trembling legs, and a shaky body overstimulated and exhausted.
Prone bone.
One strong hand pinning your head on the pillow, massive length dragging over your ass cheeks, forcing you to arch your back, making you gasp and squirm already and it’s not even in. “You know I won’t be gentle, behave and take it.” His tone is dripping with dominance, strict, stern, but when he’s slamming inside you with angry thrusts, it almost sounds like he’s so mad at you and that damn weak body. But at least you’re entertaining, muffling moans, drooling on the sheets as he pounds into you from behind with rough, mean snap of his hips fucking your soul out of your body. “Choking on your moans, choking on my cock, choking on my name, are you trying to tell me you want my hands around your neck?” You don’t even have the time to answer, his fingers wrap around your throat, squeezing, keeping you still and at the very edge of passing out, heavy balls slapping against your ass. You're nearly a toy for him. But if you manage to handle him without whining and trying to crawl away, he will throw his mask on the bed, metal clinging loudly. “Don’t you dare look at me.” Before leaning down, beautiful, white long hair brushing your skin, his teeth sinking into the flesh of your neck or shoulders, his lips trailing kisses and hickeys everywhere, raspy, low, lovely moans against your ear. “Just like that, keep milking my cock and squeezing so tight like you won’t let me go.” That’s the closest loving, kind thing he will ever do or say when fucking you. The worst? You’re crying when he does so, his hair so soft, like silk against your skin, and his lips so soft. You wonder how his mouth can feel so good yet only speak so coldly and dirty. When he wraps an arm around your chest, you feel like you’re going to ascend, the sensation of his skin against your skin… is divine.
Sir Crocodile
10 inches - 0 curve, it looks strict and mean
Big head, prominent vein running along the underside, if you ever wonder if a dick could look down at you, now you know it’s possible. His cock is heavy as hell. Whenever you’re giving him a head, he will run his hook on the smooth skin of your neck and slap you if you dare to drool on him. But how aren’t you supposed to not drool when he’s stretching your mouth so wide open it leaves you with cramps. “Have some manners, you’re disgusting.” He loves to keep you on your knees while he works, looking down at you, blowing thick clouds of smoke while you try so hard to satisfy him.
Busy man, he’s bending you over his desk.
Whenever he needs some stress relief, he will either show you the desk with one thick finger, or just bend you over if you’re too slow for his liking, time is money. The rings stay on, digging in your flesh as he holds you in place, slamming inside you with a strict, firm pace. He won’t jackhammer, but each snap of his hips is so brutal it makes the desk shake regardless. And he will put the blame on you if some important papers are falling, so you better hold onto them tightly. For each paper falling, you get a mean spank. “Arch you back properly for me,” he commands, not even to appreciate the view of his cock ramming into you, but just to use the small of your back as an ashtray. He won’t manhandle you with his hand, but with his hook, wrapping it around your throat, your waist, running it along your skin is enough to make you obey.
Marco
6,4 inches - luckily the tip doesn’t look like a pineapple
The national birb doctor got the perfect curve to hit your sweet spot with each smooth thrust, making you feel the veins pulsing his need when he’s deep inside you. Girth is slightly above the average but not enough to split you in half. Just so you know, Marco knows what he’s doing, not only because he’s a doctor, but he has a fair amount of experience so don’t worry, you’re always in good hands with him. “Your hands are so pretty when they are wrapped around my cock.” He means it. Watching your hands when you’re jerking him off is always driving him crazy. Just for the sake of watching your pretty hands, he’s always letting you roll the condom onto his length.
AFAB reader: He has a boobs fixation, give this man a boobs job.
I just want to see your face.
Missionary and all its variants, mating press, carrying you against the wall, you on top, lotus… he doesn’t mind as long as he can watch your beautiful face. A big kisser, he’s so sad if he can’t kiss you and admires that expression of pure bliss when he’s bullying your sweet spot, sending shivers down your spine and making your body jolt. It's so steamy when he’s caging you under his frame, holding you tight and close, unfolding his wings to keep you in a warm, soothing embrace. “You’re always so perfect for me. You’re going to give me another orgasm, right?” If you have a mirror though, he’s not against doggy style - your reflection showing that lovely face of yours and the sight of your back arched while he’s gripping your hips, sliding inside you… is quite mesmerizing.
Killer
7 inches - veiny as hell
Oh, you thought Kid’s dick was girthy? Then you never saw Killer naked. Thick. Veiny. Circumcised. Tip is a deep shade of purple; it almost looks like he's secretly trying to match his tip color with his lipstick. When you run your fingers along his length, there’s a vein running along the right side that always drives him crazy. Unlike his captain, he’s a grower, not a shower. But damn, he’s packing. “If you keep gripping my hair like that, I’m going to lose control.” It doesn’t matter if he’s fucking you or going down on you, whenever you’re pulling on his beautiful blonde mane, it’s a total turn-on.
This man is picky, it’s so hard to see his face.
He can be so sweet, soft, and romantic or a total savage, but regardless, he’s a big fan of missionary. He loves the intimacy, the proximity, feeling your body beneath him, his hands can roam on every single inch of your skin… Sometimes he’s grabbing your legs, resting them on his broad shoulders to slam deeper inside you, reducing you to a quivering mess. All you can do is hold onto his hair as if it were your lifeline. Most of the time, if he’s fucking you in missionary, it means you’re wearing either a blindfold, or that he’s keeping his mask. When he’s not wearing his mask, then it means he’s fucking you from behind. He’s trusting you, so please, respect his will and do not try to turn your head, or you will lose his trust. Just enjoy the sensation of the sweat dripping from his forehead and big muscles flexing. “Fuck, you feel unreal.” This man is not afraid of moaning. Remember about Sanji and Ace? Killer got the prettiest moans with them. Low, husky moans. If you manage to win his trust, you might be able to drown into his ocean eyes and admire that beautiful face he’s hiding while he covers your neck with hickeys, smearing his lipstick everywhere he can.
Charlotte Katakuri
15,3 inches - sweet commander but not so sweet dick
Skin is surprisingly smooth with a few veins pulsing with need. Big boy with a big, heavy cock, but he’s almost shy when you wrap your hands around his length, his pale cheeks slightly flushed with embarrassment, tip glistening with precum, balls aching with need. Katakuri is just a bit self-conscious. “… your mouth feels so good.” He’s almost shy when he’s praising you, confused between his tendency to always hide half of himself behind a scarf and the aching desire of your sweet, hot mouth drooling all over his length.
69 - He loves to use his mouth.
At first, he’s nervous, scared to injure you with his fangs, but whenever he’s using his mouth, he’s hungry as hell yet surprisingly cautious. He’s savoring your taste as if he was eating something delicious and sweet. His big hands are spreading your ass cheeks, squeezing your flesh, spanking you, just for the sake of listening to your cute moans as you try your best to stretch your mouth around his girth. “Just cum against my mouth one last time and I swear I’ll stop…” He’s begging, trying to pull another orgasm out of you, eager to swallow everything. You can be sure that every single time he’s fucking you, it always ends up with a messy creampie, his seed flowing down your thighs… and his tongue sucking you clean, swallowing his own seed, pushing it back inside you or tasting your taste mixed with his own.
Unlike Usopp, Shanks won’t mess around and round up to reach 8 inches, he’s going to say the really specific size without any care for privacy. This hobo with ugly ass shoes is so carefree it’s probably one of the first things he said when you two started to date. Shanks knows he’s packing, he’s shameless, but he won’t brag. He just knows his way around. “C’mere, gonna fill you up juuust niiiice.” Probably one of the most experienced dudes on this list, but he’s so unserious, with stupid dad jokes, you’re almost surprised when he kisses you so good your brain is melting. This man knows what he’s doing. He just likes to keep things light. For him, sex is supposed to be fun, not deadly serious, silent and boring.
Lazy ass, ride him.
First he’s lazy. Second, he loves to watch you bounce on his cock, chasing your own high. Third, let’s not forget about his missing arm. Last, this man is living for the sight of your body and his cock disappearing inside you with each roll of your hips. He’s looking at you with a smug face, hand glued to your ass whenever you’re not facing him. “Ride me, don’t be lazy, you can do better.” With another playful spank. Even if you being on top is his usual go-to because it’s easier for him, this man just loves fucking you. Against the wall, doggy style, on the ground, against the railing of his ship, in the middle of a loud party… he’s not that picky. If you want to laugh, he can try missionary but let’s be honest, it’s hard to hold that kind of position and keep his balance at the same time. “Alriiight, gonna move your ass or what? Unless you really want to see me falling on you like a poor lost seal.” He’s so silly but you don’t have the time to burst into laughter, he’s too focused on fucking you through another orgasm.
Donquixote Rosinante
11,5 inches - a gentle giant with a fat cock
It’s long, thick, but don’t worry, Corazon is a sweetheart. In fact, he’s always scared to hurt you, his big goofy hands so shaky when they rest on your hips or legs. Of course, his tip is sensitive, always leaking with precum. Smooth skin with little veins running along the sides. “You’re so good for me…” He’s always kissing you, smearing his lipstick on your cheeks, adorable moans falling free from his lips.
For your own good, ride him.
The truth is: Corazon has always been a bit goofy, but he turned even more goofy just to make the kids of the Family laugh. But now, it’s written in his DNA, he’s goofy even when he’s trying to be serious - so yes, even when he’s fucking you. Opening a condom wrapper? Thick, shaky fingers struggling to do so. Spreading some lube? Be sure the bottle is going to fall, lube flooding everywhere in the process. Taking off your clothes? He’s ripping them off, accidentally, unlike Lucci. So fucking you? Please, he’s so scared of literally crushing you under his weight. Just ride him, or he’s going to be super nervous the whole time. Plus, it’s quite satisfying to ride this giant, his face all flushed, hips stammering as you take him as deep as you can. “Don’t look at me or I’m just going to cum…” His cock is always throbbing and twitching inside you. A big kisser, a lover of hugs and aftercare. He has some kinks, of course, but he’s so shy about it. He’s a giver after all. If you indulge in his fantasies, he’s praising you so nicely, your heart is melting.
Bartolomeo
6 inches - with too many piercings
Girthy, veiny, hard in a blink whenever you’re around. But what’s interesting about him is the indecent amount of piercings he has. You never thought so many piercings were even possible on a dick. Sure, he has a prince albert. But not only. Magic cross, lorum, hafada, frenum, foreskin, dydoe, apadravya… you’re learning new names every day with him. And no, he won’t take them off. “Fuck, your tongue feels like heaven.” He’s a freak, he has no courtesy, but he’s also a simp, always worshiping you. Don’t worry, he knows how to use his piercings.
Full Nelson, mostly.
“Fuck, tremblin’ already?” He’s impaling you on his length, splitting you open, holding you tight, his fangs plunging into the soft flesh of your neck or dirty talking you. Big arms flexing as he holds the underside of your knees, slamming you down onto his cock hard enough because the sound of skin slapping against skin is his favorite music. You’re clenching like a vice around him, struggling to stretch around his girth, but those piercings are hitting all your sensitive spots. Once you’re wrecked, he will manhandle you like a ragdoll, flipping you on your stomach or back, feasting on your neck, covering your skin with bites, hickeys, scratches, printing in his memory your strained face, half-lidded eyes fluttering close every time his piercings are bullying your inside. He's a fucking freak yet an absolute sweetheart at the same time.
Usopp
5,5 inches - but will say 6 inches
Poor Usopp is way too self-conscious so he rounds up to 6, but honestly, he’s not small, just average length and girth, with a glistening brown tip and a few nice veins. Adorable moans when you’re jerking him off, shaky hands yet light-feathered touch whenever he’s touching you - so carefully, always afraid to mess up. “Am I doing this right?” It is probably the thing you will hear the most from him. He just needs a bit of guidance and reassurance. Let’s not forget this man is creative and has some good eyes. With enough patience and kindness, he will manage to map all your body and learn all your weaknesses.
Spooning is so soft.
It’s sweet, he can kiss you on the back of your neck, targeting all those weaknesses he cautiously learned. The only thing that annoys him is probably his nose. As long as he can hold you, he’s not too picky. You being on top is nice because he’s sure to not mess up, his focus split between how beautiful you look and fingers brushing your skin softly to make you feel just nice. The feeling of skin against skin is pure paradise to him, so lotus is nice as well, it’s sensual, steamy, he’s feeling the gentle beats of your heart. “You’re making me feel so good…” He’s remembering every single detail of you, not only to please you, but also to draw you. Will randomly draw you whenever he has some time and then show it to you, as a reminder of how beautiful you are when consumed by bliss.
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for him, every occasion is good to get a little handsy. he doesn’t even care where you are !!
it was a quiet and relaxing night at a local bar on the island in which you just arrived and the whole crew decided, after asking shanks for permission, to have a drink to soothe the nerves after a long sailing day. you now pouted, sitting on your seat in a more private area of the little room. you had explicitly asked shanks to stay on the ship with you: it had been days of torture without his touch, he was too caught up with all of the work, and now you longed for him more than ever. “just a beer, then i’m all yours.” he said smiling and taking your hand.
and now there you were, sitting on the little leather couch with shank’s big hand caressing your thigh. the whole crew was at the table and he was engaging in a funny conversation about god knows what. that wasn’t fair: you were supposed to be on the ship, in your shared room with shanks making love to you. but here you were, and you couldn’t do nothing about it. “what is it, princess?” shanks’ voice brought you back to earth. you huffed “nothing.” “are you bored?” he asked, hand still massaging your skin. you nodded, gazing away.
he took a sip from his beer. “and why is that?” he asked in an ironic tone. “because…” but you couldn’t say it, there were at least other ten men sitting at the table. “because what?” he lifted your chin with a finger, making it difficult to look away from his eyes. “you want this?” his finger slipped under your skirt and started playing with the little bow on your panties. “shanks!” you you shouted with a low voice. he was so reckless. “you don’t? i’m sorry, i misunderstood.”
but that felt so nice. it had been to long since he touched you like this and, now, feeling his hand again where you needed him the most made you lose control. “p-please…” you whispered, clinging onto his arm. “oh so you do.” he smirked, fingers flying back where they belonged, brushing softly against your pulsating core. your eyes were fixed on the ground so as not to bring any attention to the filthy thing he was doing to you but shanks already got back into the joyful conversation, acting like he wasn’t doing anything.
with skilled fingers he moved your panties to the side, letting one of them slip in as he immediately arched it upwards. that was already too much, you clinged onto his arm tighter, trying to be quiet. but moans and whimpers were uncontrollably slipping from your mouth, his digit being so thick inside you.
“if you want me to keep going you have to be quiet.” he demanded whispering in your red ear. you nodded, not wanting that feeling to end. he laughed at one of his crew mates joke as he slipped another finger in, letting it slide in and out from your glossy pussy. the sounds he was making fingering you were so filthy that you mentally thanked the other guys for being so loud.
“you don’t drink anything?” one of them asked you as shanks began fucking you faster with his fingers. “n-no.. thanks.” you said trying to stabilise your voice. in and out. in and out. in and you. that was making you dumb, not being able to form a proper thought. shanks was acting like always: laughing at everything and being jolly as ever while his fingers were buried deep in your pussy.
he would give you what you need it no matter what ( ꈍ◡ꈍ)
❝ ᝰ.ᐟ note: felt emo so you guys get to have this. Enjoy ໒꒰˵- ˕ -˵꒱১❞
Vinsmoke Sanji
The whole day has already gone by, and you’re still curled into bed like a ball.
No blanket, no sound, as you hold your arms across your chest. You were thinking about things that should have left you long ago, things that no one sits up and think about anymore. No one but you, that is.
Things like the same birthday wish you make every year before blowing out the candles. And how it seems to never come true.
You shift your head into your pillows.
That’s when Sanji comes in.
Tray of refreshments he’s prepared for you in hand.
“Beautiful?”
He’ll find you in bed. Not moving, not responding.
And he’ll hum, and sitting down by the edge. Tray placed by the nightstand.
He slides a blanket over you, adjusting and tucking you in. So you’re warm and cosy.
He’ll crush his cigarette by the ashtray on your nightstand that you so keep for him, and lay down next to you. Pulling you in by the waist. Feel his beard tickle the top of your hair.
“I’ll take care of you, always.”
His arms wrapping you closer. And you’ll blink, sinking into his touch.
“Sanji…” You shift, so to look at him.
“Yes?” His voice soft, sweet.
“I love you.”
And he’ll press his lips tight then. Heart tugging. A part of him feels undeserving; the other wishes to bask in it. He’ll place a hand on your cheek, not heavy but present.
“I love you too.”
Smoker
You don’t know when things started to go so wrong for you. You wanted to be so many things when you were little, but now, your options has dwindled down to one. You had so many opportunities but look at you now. In bed. Sunk into your mattress.
That’s how he will find you.
Steps heavy, trudging.
As he sits down the edge of the bed, his weight makes it dip.
And for once, he’ll drill down his cigar — letting go of his addiction for your comfort.
A strong, thick hand comes to stroke your cheek. A bit clumsy, stiff but nevertheless sweet.
His fingers making it into your hair. Nails lightly scratching you, caressing you.
He does that to you for a long, long time, even when his wrist starts to cramp, even when he’s sure sleep has stolen you from him. And by then, he’ll lean in, slowly, almost a bit shy, kissing your cheek.
“I’ll keep you safe. No matter the cause.”
And maybe you’ll press down a smile. Pretending not to have heard that.
Dracule Mihawk
You were in bed, watching the curtains flutter with the light breeze.
Eyes heavy, body weary. Days have started to blur, weeks starting to pass. You wonder if you’ll always feel this way; even when you’re old, dead and gone.
When he enters, it’s as if a shadow has come. Light, precise and incredibly smooth.
You haven’t talked a lot lately, you hold eye contact and return the smile but there is a silence in you that won’t go. And that’s okay.
He’ll sit down by the edge of your bed anyhow.
One, slender finger tracing the edges of your face. Starting at your chin, slow and steady as he travels to your cheekbone, up to your brow.
His nail slightly grazing it almost tickles.
And when done, he’ll hum. Rubbing your cheek with his thumb.
His voice low, dark as if sharing a hidden secret. “I’ll stay with you — for as long as you want me.”
Your gaze drifts to him. "Even when I’m gone?”
“… even when you’re gone.”
And at that, you smile. Drifting back into dreamland.
Portgas D. Ace
The bed has become your sanctuary for tonight. No one can hurt you, distress you, overwhelm you whilst you’re here. Watching the candles going out.
You’re curled into a ball, hands clutching your waist as if to squeeze this feeling out of you.
That’s how Ace will find you.
Chatter from outside pouring until he clicks your door shut.
"Babe? You sleepin’?”
You only hum.
Your eyes are blank, your face is quiet. He understands it then and steps closer.
Hunching down by the edge of the bed to meet your eyes.
“Hi.”
You slowly blink in acknowledgement and he gives you a smile. The soft one, the kind one.
He straightens himself, bringing the blanket over your curled figure. Tucking you in with warmth, with care.
and lays down next to you.
Big spoon tugging you closer.
Nose nustling into the back of your hair. His warmth radiating into your spine, bristling you with presence, with love.
And for a long, long time he just holds you. Close. Still. Strong arms not once budging from their grip. Every now and again, you'll feel his lips press into your head. Gentle. Lingering.
When sleep finally catches you; he’ll lean in, kissing your shoulder.
“I’ll always be here. Not going anywhere.”
And perhaps, he meant it. Even to his final end.
Red-hair Shanks
You were thinking about home. Home before you met him, you mean.
You thought of your mother sitting by the kitchen. Hand above her chest as she stares at the bills for today’s rent. You thought of your childhood friend, who played in the puddles with you. You thought of your sibling before they became a stranger to your life.
And when Shanks comes in; there won’t be any tears or swollen eyes set on your face.
No.
Just silence. Just weariness.
“You’ve been distant lately,” he sits down by the bed. His hand removing a lock of hair away from your face. “Anything I can do for you, sweetheart?” His voice is gentle, soft, the kind that makes you ease.
You shake your head and a small curve comes on his lips. Not quite a smile but close.
He drapes a blanket over you, unfitting at first due to his lack of hands but he adjusts it. Tucks you in. Slowly. Dearly. Making your face bristle with warmth, cheeks turning flushed.
He places a hand on the side of your face, travelling into your hair and then down your spine. Movement sure, deliberate. Nails flittering across your back with such gentle motions it makes you hum. It tickles, just a little, but you like it.
He doesn’t stop, not even when you sleep has come and beckoned.
And for a long, long time he just watches you sleep.
Soft, sweet — lovely. A face that makes him lean in and place a soft kiss on your temple.
“Don’t you worry bout’ anything, sweet girl. I’ll be here.”
A/N: okay i don't know what to say, well here you go @legends-of-the-grandline you wanted smut and said you didn't care about any plot - so here you go no plot (which was really hard, sorry it's a bit rushed)
Plot: Ace is eager to please you, that's actually it
Warnings: nsfw, oral (receiving), fingering, some slight misuse of Devil Fruit powers, bondage, sir kink, overstim, edging?, not proofread, MDNI ⚠️🔞
Characters: Ace x F!Reader
“You sure about this?”
Ace’s voice was rough, already thick with heat but there was hesitation in it. Sure you had suggested this after he may or may not have told you in a drunkenly moment that he would love to do that but still he was - nervous and also eager (and horny).
He was standing over you with the soft rope in hand, his eyes darker than you’ve ever seen them.
He was hard. Already. From just the thought of this.
Tying you up.
Owning you.
“Say it again,” he growled.
You lifted your arms above your head where you were lying on his bunk, wrists brushing against the pillow.
“Yes I'm sure. I want you to tie me up, Sir.”
His breath caught, just for a second. Then he climbed over you like a storm.
“Fucking hell…”
His fingers weren't practiced, but they were strong. The ropes wrapped around your wrists with a tug, firm and tight enough to remind you who was in control. He pulled your hands a little higher and tied them to the headboard, clumsy but secure.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he said, but his voice was shaking with restraint.
You nodded. “Don't worry it's fine. I want this. I want you, Sir.”
Hearing that qord made him groan. Deep and needy and he kissed you like you’ve lit him on fire from the inside. His hands roamed down your body, trembling with the effort not to tear your clothes off. He kissed your neck, your chest, your stomach, worshipping every inch with his mouth.
The way he moved, the way he cherished you caused you to already be soaked. From just being tied and worshipped by him.
And he hadn’t even touched you yet.
“God, you’re perfect,” he whispered against your skin. “So fucking pretty, tied up like this… Look at you babe, all of this just for me.”
“Say my name.” he urged, his voice thick with want.
“Ace—please—” you moaned
“No, not like that.”
“Ace—Sir—”
He growled. Actually growled and you didn't miss the shiver that ran down his spine from the simple word "Sir".
He hastily tugged at your clothes eager to rip them off you but you made it clear beforehand that if he did you'd get mad at him because they were your favorite clothes - which wasn't true you just wanted to mess with him.
So you watched him with a smirk as he hurried to get you out of your shirt first pulling it over your head as far as he could given that you were alread tied.
Then he eagerly moved down to your pants, fumbling almost clumsily with your belt and when it was finally undone he tore them down along with your underwear leaving you exposed before him.
He took a moment to admire you. "So perfect" he mumbled "And all mine". But admiration was cut short because need was greater than that.
His head dipped between your thighs and before you could brace yourself he already started devouring you.
Tongue hot, wet and greedy.
You cried out, body pulling against the ropes, but they held - and he held you still with his arms pressing down your thighs leaving you open for him as he ate you like he was starving.
You sobbed out his name yet everytime you called him "Sir" he got more and more eager, all while he didn’t let up in the slightest way.
“You wanted this,” he panted between licks. “Wanted me to ruin you - tied up and trembling…”
You were close. So close. Too fast. Too much.
“Ace—Sir—please—I'm gonna—!”
"Cum for me babe" he grinned slurping all over your core fueled by your words.
"Fu-u-uck" you yelled as your orgasm washed over you.
Hard. Delicious.
Ace licked everything you gave him off you before he lifted his head smiling up at licking his lips.
"Oh god that was......fast. Amazing though" you panted smiling.
"That was just the beginning babe. You wanted this remember and I've got some tricks up my sleeve" Ace said planting a kiss on your lips letting you taste yourself while sliding his tongue inside your mouth before pulling away.
He placed kisses from your lips down to your neck, over your collarbone, biting both your nipples carefully yet teasingly causing your back to arch and moan in surprise. He moved down to your waist leaving small bites along the tender skin before he ended up at your inner thighs again.
And you were already soaked, shaking and breathing heavy. Your hands bound to the headboard left them useless. Your body stretched out beneath him, at his mercy and you couldn’t do anything but take whatever he had planned.
And Ace? He was not in a hurry, no he was savoring every minute of it.
His lips were still wet with you, his tongue was slowly dragging back up your inner thigh, leaving a trail of heat in it's wake.
“God, you’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” he murmured like a prayer, fingers pressing softly to your hips to hold you in place. “Can’t believe I get to see you like this…”
His fingers ghosted over your slick folds again, just enough to make you whimper and before you could process it they were inside you. First one carefully massaging you from the inside then another and even a third. You were gasping and moaning while your hips involuntarily moved upwards grinding against his fingers.
The moment he began moving them you were lost. Moaning and gasping around them and it didn’t take long until he was coaxing another orgasm from you but his fingers they remained where they were and kept moving.
You squirmed and arched your backas good as you could in your restraints, tugging at the ropes with a sob and a scream of his name.
“Ace—please—I need a break please—!”
His eyes snapped up to you, and that cheeky smirk curled his mouth again.
“A break? I thought you wanted this, told me to do with you as I please. You gave me permission and I love making you feel good.” he said with some fake innocence in his voice.
You writhed and he just licked his lips like a hungry wolf.
“Look at you…” His voice was almost reverent but at least he finally stopped moving his fingers and pulled out of you wiping them on your inner thighs. “Tied up, flushed, dripping… shaking for me. I'm really lucky to have you.”
His hand moved back up close to your core but not touching you there, it just caressed the skin between thigh and core, softly, teasingly, as he smirked at you with that damn cute smirk and those damn sweet freckles.
“Don't tell me you’re already close again. Must be driving you crazy, huh?”
You nodded rapidly, moaning, your thighs already trembling again.
“Beg.” he said unusually firm for him.
“I am begging, please, Sir—no more—"
Ace groaned deep in his throat like the sound alone was breaking him. That damned word made him feral.
And so instead of a break he gave you heat.
He raised one hand and just barely ignited it. His fire wrapping around his palm like a kiss. No burn, just warmth. He pressed it gently to your inner thigh, and your body jerked at the sudden rush.
“Feel that?” he whispered. “That’s me. I want every inch of you to remember this heat.”
He moved higher and gods did that heat feel good.
Another teasing flick of his heated finger, then another. Just enough to make you feel the heat, to drive you insane, to torment.
You were sobbing now, shaking under him feeling another orgasm build up again.
“Ace, please, I’m gonna lose it—”
“Good. That’s what I want.” He hummed.
He didn't stop, no instead he pushed his heated finger inside you, curled it just right, before he added another. The sensation was overwhelming, the heat, his fire it was like nothing you ever felt before. His thumb, heated too, began circling your clit driving you insane. It felt like heaven and hell all at once.
"hnng....Ace - Sir - fuck I'm gonna -" you didn't even get to finish the sentence before another orgasm washed over you.
"Such a good babe" Ace mused before slowly pulling his finger out of you pressing it against your lips and letting you clean it off your juices.
You were exhausted but still obeyed and licked and sucked them clean, earning yourself a loving kiss afterwards.
"Doing so good babe" he said with his ever present warm smile. "Still good?" he asked cautiously.
You nodded weakly. "You're killing me - Sir" you breathed and saw the ripple that was sent through him and he was definitely glad you could go on.
Because with that your break was over Ace was already moving down your body again hot fingers tracing over your neck and stopping at your nipples toying with them while his lips descended lower.
He buried his face between your legs again causing you to instinctively try to close them but his hands moved to keep them open for him while his lips tormented your overstimulated core.
But this time he never gave you enough to push you over the edge.
Just heat.
Licks.
Soft murmurs of “Good babe,” “So sweet for me,” and “Not yet.”
And that was driving you even more insane.
"Ace—Sir—need your mouth, your fingers—anything—please, I’ll do anything—need to cum” you begged aching.
But he ignored you.
Time ceased to exist. There was only your body trembling, Ace between your thighs, and the unrelenting ache of need.
“You’re gonna break soon, aren’t you?” he breathed, watching your chest heave, your lips part. “I can feel it. That moment where your mind just snaps and you’ll do anything I say.”
You didn’t answer.
You couldn’t.
You were almost gone.
And Ace?
He was still hungry.
"First you wanted a break and now that I'm giving you one you complain again. You really need to make up your mind babe" he teased into your core his words vibrating against you, that little cheeky bastard.
He pulled back just long enough to watch the desperation flicker in your eyes, the way your chest rose and fell erratically, the way your body trembled beneath his hands. His fingers curled around your bound wrists, gripping them gently but firmly, grounding you.
“Ready, babe?” His voice was rough, full of heat and promise. “Gonna burn you alive.”
You nodded, breath hitching.
He leaned down, lips brushing yours, fire flickering in his gaze. His mouth moved with urgent hunger, crushing kisses, tasting every plea and every broken moan you spilled.
Then his hands travelled back down, tracing slow, deliberate patterns along your body, lighting up every nerve ending like sparks racing through dry wood.
When he touched you again, his fingers slipping inside your folds, around your swollen, aching center it was with the precision of a wildfire, slow, intense, unstoppable.
Your back arched, eyes fluttered shut, breath caught as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. His praise rained down on you like summer heat.
“So perfect,” he rasped. “So fucking beautiful. My babe, my fire. Cum for me.”
You came hard on his fingers. Your world blurred, your body shook, and then, your release crashed over you like a wave of molten heat. You cried out, fingers pulling against the ropes, hips thrusting against his hands, every muscle trembling.
"Doing so good babe" he said soothingly as he slowly pulled his fingers away letting you come down from your high as you watched him lick them clean.
"Fuck love that was intense" you rasped and he just smirked cheekily.
"Think you can do one more? For me?" Ace asked and you tensed.
"No—Ace serisously—I don't thi—" you stammered but got cut off when he buried his head between your legs again his tongue bullying you.
You gripped the ropes that tied you up tighter, knuckles almost white now as you tried to squirm but Ace's hands held you in place.
That's when you feel it......his tongue - so hot, so cruel, so undeniably delicious against your core.
Licking. Twirling. His mouth sucking on your clit. His tongue burying inside you and his nose pressing against your sensitive bud.
"Ace—Sir—I'm gonna—cuhuhm—fuuuck" you screamed out as the orgasm overwhelmed you completely.
Ace held you through it, not letting you go, grounding you with his strength as you fell apart.
By now you were completely wasted, wrecked, ruined and feeling so damn good.
"Good girl" Ace praised you. "I knew I could get another one out of you" he continued almost proud of himself and you wanted to scold him, to yell at him but he looked so cute that you just couldn't.
"Freckled hungry idiot" you rasped chuckling softly as Ace slowly crawled up to you, untying you.
Looking down at your utterly spent form before leaning in kissing you, resting his forehead against yours, voice soft but fierce.
He reached out over to the cloth beside the bed dipped it in the bowl of water and carefully and soothingly began cleaning you up, slowly and ever so gently while planting sweet, loving kisses all over your skin - from the red marks on your wrists down to your inner thighs. Warm hands caressed your skin cherishing you until he stopped and leaned down to place a tender kiss on your lips.
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