A LOVER BOY SUMMER!
Pairing: BF!Zoro Roronoa x Black!GF!Reader
Synopsis: Zoro overhears that you are in love with him after chatting with Nami and Robin one late night, but you don’t think he’s the ideal partner because he’s so “unromantic”. But after getting some advice from Nami (with some payment in berries, of course), when your one-year anniversary rolls around, Zoro decides to show you that he can be the romantic man that you need…and that he’s crazy in love with you too.
Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); Dual POVs; Established Relationship; Love Confession; Beach Picnic Date (MY DREAM DATE FR); Foreplay; Massaging; Outdoor Sex; Pussy-Eating; Zoro Pours Sake On Your P*ssy & Titties; Deepthroating; Mild sub!Zoro x Dom!Reader; Daddy Kink; Spanking; Multiple Positions (Riding, Mating Press, Standing Up); Dom!Zoro x sub!Reader; L-Bombs; Creampie; Reader Cums 2x; Snuggling
Word Count: 9.3k
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
Writer's Note: Y’all know that I loooooove me some Zoro & it’s been a minute since I’ve written something about him. I originally wanted to post this for V-Day, but I decided to save it for a hot summer day when we all just wanna get flown out to an island with a romantic partner & slutted out. I hope y’all enjoy! -Jazz
Credits: Dividers made by @feldiesgraphics & @pixopix!
Zoro’s POV
Zoro is a walking wet dream.
Tall, buff, totally hot, and has a voice that can make anyone’s underwear drop. You know how lucky you are to have him on your arm as your boyfriend.
But there are some cons to being with the swordsman that even he doesn’t know about. Things that you would never tell him..until now.
Zoro always thought that he was doing a pretty good job as your man. He didn’t think that a lot of work had to go into being your boyfriend. What’s a little hand-holding and cuddling here and there? To his knowledge, there is nothing to change about your relationship.
But apparently, you think differently. Zoro comes to realize this one night after a vigorous training session to work off the ginormous seafood dinner Sanji cooked that night complete with squid, crab, lobster, flounder, and plenty of beer to wash it all down. Knowing that he likes to be left alone when working out, you had gone off to the girls’ bed chambers to hang with Nami and Robin for the night.
After sweating, pumping weights, and bend-pressing for nearly two hours into the quiet night, Zoro took a hot shower and was just passing by to get to the bunker that he shares with Luffy and Chopper, a towel around his neck and his pants hanging low on his hips. But he stopped when he heard the sound of your giggling coming from Nami’s bedroom.
It was just a slight pause at the sound of your beautiful voice. He didn’t know what you were laughing at and he felt illogically jealous at the fact that someone else was making you make that gorgeous sound instead of him. How he adored your laugh. He found himself faintly smiling at the sound, butterflies exploding in his gut. Your laugh is like music to him, sweet and melodic.
He was prepared to keep walking and leave you girls alone to do whatever girls do late at night, but this lapse in movement was the catalyst to his discovery when he suddenly heard his name. “So, Y/N,” Robin asked, “how are you and Zoro doing?”
Zoro’s ears perked at the sound of his name and he found himself slyly turning the corner to Nami’s room. He knew that spying on you girls was enough for a bruise from Nami’s mean uppercut, but he heard his name! You were talking about him! Of course, he had to investigate!
His footfalls were silent despite his big feet and large build. Using all of his skills to his advantage, he pressed himself against the wall next to Nami’s bedroom door and peeked through the crack in the door to see all three of you. Robin sat with her long legs underneath her body and her long black hair styled up in a ponytail while Nami was lounging in a beanbag chair in her cami top and shorts, a green mask on her face that looked like guacamole.
And there you were. Adorable you sitting on Nami’s bed with a plushie in your hands. You were dressed in a crop top and those pink PJ shorts that drove Zoro insane because of how delectable they made your ass and thighs look. He felt his cock harden at the sight of you and wanted so desperately to barge in, steal you away, and keep you up till morning with his tongue, hands, and cock.
But then you spoke: “Oh, we’re fine,” you giggled, answering Robin. He couldn’t see your face, but he could hear your smile. That relaxed him. “Our one year anniversary is coming up, but I haven’t told him. I wanna see if he remembers.”
Zoro scowled in confusion. It is?! He hasn’t exactly been following the calendar (he never has). Why wouldn’t you tell him this though?
“Well, he’d better!” Nami scoffed, narrowing her eyes at you as you and Robin giggled. “Anniversaries are important for us girls. He better shower you with all the flowers, riches, and presents possible!”
You sighed, too tiresomely for Zoro’s liking. “You know that Zoro ain’t like that, Nami. He’s a great boyfriend, don’t get me wrong, but that’s just not…him.” You sounded so downtrodden about this. Zoro wondered why. Was he doing something wrong? Was he incorrect to not shower you with all of these things that Nami spoke of?
The damn redhead made it sound as if he was some selfish, prick. “So I’m guessing you haven’t told him yet?” Nami asked. “About…y’know…the L-word?” The swordsman blinked in confusion. What L-word?
“No,” you solemnly sighed. “I haven’t. I’m just afraid, y’know? Love is a huge step in a relationship like ours.”
Zoro had to cover his mouth to stop himself from gasping. Love? You love him? He placed a hand over his rapidly beating heart at that one little word. To know that you felt the same way he has always felt for you is more than a dream come true for him. He felt as if he was hallucinating. It was too good to be true!
Zoro knew very early on in your relationship that he was in love with you. He still doesn’t remember the timeline, but he knew that he took one look at you in the sun while tanning on the deckside and he was suddenly ready to put a ring on your finger.
You could do no wrong in his eyes. He loves everything you do, from the way you sing in the shower to the way you do your best to stop the crew from arguing over stupid shit right down to the way you swing a sword.
He has never been in love with anyone before, so when he realized it, he didn’t quite know how to tell you. What if you didn’t feel the same? What if you rejected him or thought it was too early? What if you loved someone else but didn’t want to hurt him? Those fears ate at him until he kept his confession locked up inside of him like he would a treasure chest.
“But you do love him, don’t you?” Robin questioned. “And you want to be with him?” Zoro strained to hear your answer. “Of course, I do!” you responded, causing his heart to flutter. “I can’t imagine myself with anyone else.”
“Then what’s holding you back?” Robin gently asked. “Is it just because you’re afraid that he won’t feel the same way?”
‘But I do!’ Zoro wanted to shout. ‘I do feel the same!’
You paused for a moment, trying to get your words together. “It’s not just that,” you confessed. “It’s also because I don’t think he can give me what I want. While I love being with him, he’s just so…” You paused, searching for the right word.
“Unromantic?” Nami offered.
Your silence spoke volumes and Zoro’s heart dropped. “I’m guessin’ nothin’ much has been happening in the romance department?” Nami continued. “You never had that talk?”
You sighed again, sounding tired and defeated. “I can’t just talk to Zoro, Nami. You know that. Plus, the last thing I want is for him to think he’s a bad boyfriend!”
Zoro wanted to barge in there and kiss you until you realized that you were stupid to think this. You can talk to him! He can be romantic!
Nami harumphs, not happy with your statement. “Well, if he cares about you, he’d want to do anything to make you happy. So if you’re unhappy with the romance, you tell him, girl!”
“Maybe it would help if you tell us what ‘romance’ looks like to you,” Robin offered. “Something to ask Zoro to do for you.”
Zoro waited with bated breath, needing to know. You took a moment to think, humming thoughtfully. “Um…maybe a romantic date…or flowers…or even more cuddling. We barely even cuddle anymore!”
That felt like a shot in the chest to Zoro. He’s been going hard with training, so he usually isn’t in the mood to snuggle. The guilt eats at him like termites. How have you not spoken to him about this? Has he really given off the impression like he is too prideful to hear your concerns and let you express your feelings?
“How’s the sex?” Nami suddenly asked. Zoro couldn’t stand to hear your answer, so he abruptly left. He didn’t want to stick around and hear you tell your girls that the sex he gives you is subpar and terrible.
When he went to bed that night, he could hardly sleep. He stared up at the ceiling, your words drilling holes in him. He felt so terribly guilty and ashamed for not being what you want and need. He knew he could do it.
He just needed a little help. So when he woke up the next morning, he immediately went to Nami who was busy sunbathing in her bikini and sunglasses, sipping on a cocktail that Sanji made for her in the hopes of getting some cat.
When he stood before her, blocking out the sun, she scowled up at him for ruining her session. “I need your help,” he bluntly stated. “I overheard you and Robin talking to Y/N about me.”
“What?!” she barked, sitting up and tearing off her sunglasses to reveal her angered eyes. “You were spying on us?! You pervert! I should–”
“Just listen,” he interrupted, side-stepping her swat. “My anniversary with Y/N is comin’ up, and she said that I’m unromantic. I need to prove to her that I’m not, but I don’t know how.”
He felt stupid for even saying all of this, but he has never done any of this before. He is new to being a boyfriend. It is like a foreign concept to him.
“So you need my help for that?” Nami scoffs, tilting her head at him. “Aren’t you the boyfriend? Shouldn’t you be trying to figure that out?”
He growled in frustration, already regretting asking this damn redhead for anything. “Dammit, Nami, this is serious!” he growled. “I’m in love with this girl and I don’t wanna lose her because she thinks I’m–”
“Wait, wait,” she cut in, her eyes wide. “Did you just say you love her?” There it was, out in the open. He couldn’t take it back at that point. “Yes,” he sighed defeatedly. “And I was planning to tell her, but now I feel like I don’t know what to do anymore. I always thought that I was a good boyfriend, but now…”
He trailed off, guilt causing a lump to lodge in his throat. He needed to make this right somehow. He couldn’t lose you. “That’s why I need your help. What do girls think is romantic? How do I show Y/N that I can be what she wants?”
“A lover boy,” Nami said, putting her shades on her head to hold back her strands of red hair. He scowled in confusion at her.
“A what?” he scoffed. She was happy to repeat herself as she crossed her arms over her bosom: “She wants a lover boy…her words, not mine. Someone who is affectionate and doting.”
Affection. Doting. He could be that. “What else did she tell you?” he demanded.
But Nami made a motion of her turning a key at her lips. “That’s classified information, Roronoa. I’m bound by the loyalty of friendship and girl talk, so I can’t go any further.” Then she went back to sunbathing as if Zoro wasn’t standing in her line of sun.
“C’mon, Nami,” he huffed, feeling that frustration bubble up inside of him. “This is serious.” But she refused, simply putting her shades back on. Zoro resisted the urge to toss her off the side of the ship.
“Fine,” he groaned. “What do you want?” She smirked at him. “How many berries you got?”
Zoro rolled his emerald eye. Of course. “About $10,000 plus some aged tequila.” Nami was more than happy with that bargain. “Give me $5,000 and the tequila, and I’ll tell you everything I know.”
He did just that, going into his secret stash to get the berries and the booze for her. She happily took it, giggling to herself while he crossed his arms over his broad, beefy chest. “Now tell me everything.”
She smirked up at him, still lounging as he took a seat on the side of the ship, ears open. “You may wanna write all of this down, dumbass,” she snickered. “You’re about to get a real lesson!”
Your POV
When the morning of your anniversary arrives, you expect it to be like every other morning on the Thousand Sunny.
You wake up pretty early on a daily basis to get a headstart on your day. It first starts with some yoga and then some skincare in your private bathroom before you make it out of your room to get some coffee before breakfast.
When you come out onto the deck with your braids tied back and your ass jumping around in your yellow romper, you don’t expect to see Zoro coming around the corner from the men’s bedchambers.
Your heart jumps at the sight of him; your tall, buff, fine ass man. He is in a tank top tight on his upper torso, polo socks, and gray shorts that draw your attention immediately. You don’t expect him to say anything about today, but that stupid, hopeful part of you also does hope he remembers. “Oh!” you gasp in surprise. “Baby, you’re up! You’re not usually up this–”
Zoro instantly cuts you off the moment he is near you by wrapping one arm around your waist and drawing you to him. You can barely gasp when his mouth is immediately covering yours, possessive and sweet at the same time.
The kiss shocks you awake the way a hot shower or coffee can’t, knocking all the sleep out of your pretty head as his lips move against yours. His tongue tastes of the mint leaves he always chews and his lips are soft. When he pulls away, it is like the last of a high.
His kiss is addictive; just as intense as his forest-green eye staring deep into yours. “Good morning,” he murmurs. You swallow hard, trying to find words despite the throb in your pussy and the twirl in your gut. “G-Good morning,” you stammer. You place your hands on his forearms, unfortunately becoming more aroused by the feeling of his muscles.
“What are you doin’ tonight?” he asks, still giving you that intense stare. “Are you hangin’ with the girls again?”
You blink at him, confused. Why is he asking you? You figured that yes, he forgot it was your anniversary, but why would he be so concerned about what you’re doing if he didn’t know? Your head is swimming too much to think too deeply about it. “U-Uh…no, I wasn’t planning on it. Why?”
Zoro is quick to reply, his cheeks turning a dark shade of red. “Let’s go on a date,” he suggests. “I-I mean, if you want to. I can take you to dinner.”
Zoro Roronoa?! Taking you to dinner?! When is the last time that even happened? He must know it’s your anniversary then! You cannot stop the giddy smile that curls onto your lips. “I’d love that, Ro,” you giggle. “Where to?”
Now it is Zoro’s turn to smile and it nearly blinds you. “It’s a surprise,” he whispers, gripping you tight against him as his lips caress your ear. Your eyelids flutter at the feeling. “Put on the prettiest dress you have and meet me here at 8.”
He gives you another kiss that nearly makes you drip in your romper. When he releases you, you are left standing there, trembling and damn near in a puddle of your own mess.
For the rest of the day, you are a horny pool of excitement, anticipating nightfall. As soon as the sun sets, you lock yourself in your bedroom and proceed to make yourself look, smell, and feel absolutely delectable. You shower with sweet-smelling soap and slather yourself in creamy lotion to make your skin cocoa butter smooth and supple.
After borrowing one of Nami’s flowery mini sundresses, you pair it with some gold sandals with an open toe to show off your painted toes. You wear your braids down and spend about an hour on your makeup and scent, deciding on something that smells like peaches. When you finally finish, you sneak out to the deck to meet with Zoro.
He is already there when you arrive, the Thousand Sunny slowly rocking in the soft waves of the sea. He stands beneath the silvery moon that glints against his gold earrings and the swords in his belt. He has ditched his usual attire for a black polo shirt that squeezes him in all the right places and tan khaki shorts to show off his muscular, tan legs. He looks so yummy that you nearly drop to your knees and pull his cock out right there!
When he turns, his expression falls, bewildered and astounded at your appearance. You smile bashfully, feeling yourself become nervous. Though this is just Zoro, someone you’ve known for so long now, you feel as if this is really the first time you’re seeing him.
“Hi,” you shyly greet him. You interlace your hands when you are within an inch of each other, his bigger hands holding yours. “Hi,” he replies, still in awe at your outfit. “You look…perfect.”
The compliment makes you flush. He doesn’t usually give too many compliments. “You’re not too bad yourself, stud,” you giggle. “So where are you taking me tonight?” He smirks that familiar, infectious Roronoa smirk and nods down at the water. “Get in there and you’ll find out.”
You walk to the edge of the ship and look down, surprised to find a tiny row boat and a picnic basket nestled inside there. “You’re rowing?” you laugh in disbelief. Zoro gives you a smile and jumps from the ship, landing perfectly in the boat. He then coaxes you closer to the edge and carefully scoops you up, bringing you into the boat with ease.
You giggle like a schoolgirl with a crush, curled up in his arms like a bride before he lowers you down into the boat. “What a gentleman,” you coo. “What’s gotten into you tonight?”
Your swordsman just gives you a soft yet molten hot look that nearly melts you. “You.” It is an answer that gags you, rendering you speechless and so aroused. “Now let’s get the fuck outta here before the crew wakes up and starts askin’ questions,” he gruffly says, making you laugh as he quickly grabs the oars and begins rowing.
You don’t remember Zoro being this affectionate or this romantic, but you are loving the change. Could it be that he remembers what today is?
You can only wonder as you get further and further away from the ship, floating in the endless sea of darkness under the twinkling stars and moon above. It would be beautiful if it weren’t for the queasy feeling in your stomach.
You are several yards from the ship that has now since vanished when that icky, sick-y feeling begins to rise in your throat. Maybe being on a little rowboat is different than being on a pirate ship. You turn to Zoro who is still rowing, his arms flexing as he does so. “Baby, not that I don’t appreciate this view, but I’m startin’ to get a little seasick.”
He chuckles, slowing down his rowing so you don’t blow chunks. “Lucky for you, we’re here.” He turns to look behind him and you have to scoot over to see past the sheer size of your big boyfriend.
When you look to where he looks, your nausea suddenly vanishes and all of the jumping in your stomach is from the butterflies wildly fluttering about at the scene before you: an island exploding with lush palm trees, gigantic, vibrant flowers popping out of bushes, and rolling hills that stretch high in the sky stands before you among a shore of dark waves softly splashing against the soft, pink sand and jagged rocks.
The island is humongous, seeming to stretch on forever. As Zoro continues to row around it for a smoother place to dock, you notice that the island holds many trees dripping with fruit–coconut, bananas, acai–in addition to a rushing waterfall that you pass. You make a mental note to search for it later.
When you finally make it around the front of the island and dock on the soft sand, you gasp at what is waiting for you there: spread out on the sand is a trail of colorful tea lights leading up towards an adorable, candle-lit dinner on a picnic blanket. A few feet away is a hammock that swings softly in the breeze between two palm trees hanging with coconuts overlooking the ocean and starry sky.
You press a hand to your mouth as if that will help push back the tears threatening to push past your tear ducts and ruin your makeup. “Zoro,” you gasp. “This is beautiful.”
Your boyfriend hops out of the boat and stands over you in the sand, offering you his hand and a warm smile. “Happy anniversary.”
Your heart nearly explodes with joy as he remembers. You cannot stop your eyes from becoming glassy with tears as you take his hand, allowing him to help you out of the boat. “D-Did you do this?” you stammer, still in awe.
He nods, proud but bashful, a soft blush adoring his tan cheeks. “So you like it?” he asks, sounding hopeful. He actually looks nervous.
With a grin, you toss yourself at him, giggling. He grunts in surprise, instinctively wrapping his arms securely around you as your feet dangle off of the sand. “Baby, I love it!” you squeal, happy tears threatening to fall from your lashes. “All of this for me?”
Your swordsman holds you close, your nose inches from his. “Not just that.” His smile fades, replaced with a guilty-looking frown. “Don’t get mad at me, but I overheard you talkin’ to Robin and Nami the other night.”
Immediately realizing what he means, you slowly slip out of his arms until your feet hit the ground. “You did?” you quietly ask, feeling cold. He wordlessly nods. “I don’t want you to apologize. But I do wanna know why you didn’t tell me. If I wasn’t making you happy–”
“You were!” you quickly protest. “Zoro, you do make me happy. I just didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want you to think that you’re a bad boyfriend.” You flush with shame and embarrassment. You knew this would happen.
“But I was,” he argues, gripping your hands in his. “Y/N, if I’m not makin’ you as happy as possible then I failed, and you know me: I don’t fail.”
And means that with his entire scarred, sexy ass chest. You feel a touched smile grow on your lips as you feel a slight hot tingle in your other set of lips. You can’t help but feel aroused by the tenderness and openness that your man is showing now. “That’s why I did all of this: to prove to you that I can be romantic and…and…”
He pauses, nervously licking his lips. The silver ball in his tongue glints in the moonlight as he does. You are patient and loving, running your thumbs along his scarred knuckles. “And?” you gently coax him.
A look of fear crosses his handsome face and you momentarily become scared too. Finally, he swallows hard, swallowing all of his pride, and places a hand on your cheek. “To show you how much I…I really love you too,” he finishes.
It is as if the world has just opened up to you for the first time, like a flower unfurling its petals. You blink up at him, thinking you’re hallucinating. “You do?” you gasp.
A bash smile stretches at his lips. “Yeah,” he shyly replies. “I just didn’t want to say anything ‘cause I was scared that I was goin’ too fast or maybe you didn’t feel the same.”
You break out into a stupid grin, overjoyed and overwhelmed with love for this man. Everything is right with the world now. “I guess we’re both idiots then,” you giggle. “We need to do this right then, don’tcha think?”
He nods, a light flickering behind his eye. He then presses his lips to yours at the same time as you, the both of you sharing in a kiss and a tight embrace that nearly makes your panties drop. He pulls away an inch, just enough to utter those three pretty words to you. “I love you,” he whispers.
And, as natural as breathing air, you say it back: “I love you too.”
You kiss again, this one becoming more heated and passionate the more you stand together, meshed against each other’s bodies. Your hands roam over his shirt, feeling the rides of his muscles under your fingers. You go lower, one sneaky hand trailing down to his crotch.
Zoro moans against your lips, exciting you, but he pulls away before you can give him a nice squeeze. “Ah-ah, naughty girl,” he chuckles. “After we eat. I’m fuckin’ starvin’.”
You pout at the idea of waiting to have your man naked and his dick out, but you know that good things come to those who wait. So, like a lady, you let him lead you over to the candlelit picnic spread, folding your legs under your dress as he breaks open the picnic basket. “Aww, you cooked?” you coo. “I didn’t know you knew your way around the kitchen, babe!”
He rolls his eye, not even trying to act like he cooked. “Not unless you want me to blow it up or fight the pervy cook,” he snorts. “I packed sandwiches, onigiri, and…” He pulls a bottle of pure sake out of the basket, smirking.
“Of course,” you snort as he passes you a small cup and a plate. Your heart bursts for him as he begins to fix you a plate of onigiri and a sandwich piled with cucumber, tomato, and seasoned sliced chicken.
You eat in comfortable silence, occasionally cracking jokes and pointing things out on the island–a caw of a bird here, a shooting star there–as you sip on your sake and quickly feel the effects. You feel a flush of warmth overcome you and your nipples start to tingle…but you figure that maybe that’s because of the stud sitting across from you.
You also steal kisses that excite you even more and make you want dinner to end a lot quicker so you can eat up your boyfriend for a change. “Not bad, swordsman,” you giggle. Zoro looks proud at your compliment, opening the picnic basket for more. “You want any dessert?” he asks.
Your eyes trail down to his tree-trunk thick thighs. “Yes,” you whisper. “Yes, I do.” He smiles, digging into the basket and not at all catching onto the breathy, suggestive tone of your voice. “I packed some chocolate that I’m prayin’ didn’t melt when we–”
“Zoro,” you exhale. You place a hand on his, stopping him. “You’re the dessert I want right now. I want you.”
You watch the gears in the swordsman’s head turn until his green eye grows hooded and his cheeks become pinker, flushed by the alcohol and your suggestion. “Oh, you do?” he questions, now on the same exact time as you are.
You nod, letting him take your hand in his and interlace your fingers. His digits are so thick and calloused, making you imagine them in places that they shouldn’t be.
“Where’s that pretty waterfall we rode by when we docked?” you ask. “We can go there and take a bath.” Mostly, it’s just a ploy to get to see your man naked and dripping in water.
Zoro smirks, already helping you stand from the blanket, the bottle of Sake in his other hand. “Then let’s go.” He then scoops you up with one arm and places you on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, making you shriek. “Wait, wait!” you squeal, gripping his muscular back for dear life. “You don’t have to carry me!”
“Uh-uh,” he remarks, already striding away from the picnic area with you in tow. “There ain’t a chance you’re walkin’ when I’m right here. Plus, do you really wanna get your pretty heels all sandy?” You tsk, rolling your eyes. “They’re sandals, Zo; not heels…but no, I don’t.”
SMACK!
You gasp, biting back a moan as your man’s hand comes across your ass. The sting makes your pussy excitedly jump, anticipating more. “Exactly, smartass. Now pipe down and let your man take care of you.” You would let him do whatever he wants to you at this point.
He sweeps you off to the waterfall just a few yards from your picnic area, hidden between some overgrown palm trees that stretch tall beyond you and Zoro combined. When Zoro eases you onto your feet, you gape at the gorgeous, crystal waters in the lake that the frothy waterfall before you decide to take a dip. It is surrounded by colorful, tropical flowers and rocks, making for great seclusion. “It’s beautiful,” you dreamily sigh.
“Yes, it is,” he agrees. When you turn, he is looking right at you, a softness in his eye. You feel your heart explode and your panties grow uncomfortably tight. You need him like you need water to drink. The sounds of rushing water and the buzzing insects only make you wetter, reassuring you that you’re totally alone.
You step up to the swordsman and toy with his collar. “You should lose these.” He quirks his pierced eyebrow at you. “Should I?” he jokingly asks. Pursing your lips at him, you begin to unbutton his shirt for him, practically ripping it off of his arms. He laughs, helping you. “Hey, hey, relax! You’ll rip it!”
But he lets the shirt fall to the ground, discarded and forgotten about. He stands before you, his beautiful body exposed. “Someone’s eager,” he murmurs against your lips. “I like that. I’d like it even more if you were out of that dress.”
You smile, obliging by taking off your dress and letting it slip down your body to your shoes. Then it’s off with the sandals. Then your bra. Zoro’s eyes widen an inch, only making it to his trousers before the sight of you stops him.
“Wait…you want everything off?” he asks, sounding shocked. You nod, giddily giggling at him. “We’ve never been skippy dipping together before, and it’s just us here!”
It must be the booze or the attention from your sexy boyfriend, but it makes you strip your bra to free your soft, jiggling tits and your panties, exposing all of your body to Zoro’s watchful eye and the summer air. You give him a sexy smile over your shoulder before dipping one toe into the warm water. Once you get your whole foot in there, you add the other and slowly wad into the water, submerging yourself in it.
“Ah,” you exhale, your muscles relaxing almost instantly to the warm currents. You turn to see Zoro still standing at the edge. “C’mon, baby! The water’s perfect!” you call over the rush of the waterfall.
Fortunately for you, you get under your swordsman’s skin. He starts to strip off more of his clothes, exposing every inch of his tanned, scarred, toned body to you. Your eyes rake over his big arms and thick thighs; his firm, bubble but; his thick, cut cock hanging between his legs.
You keep your eyes on his as he walks his fine ass into the water, his face visibly relaxed and content. He submerges himself in the water, stopping at his chin. “Oh, wow,” he sighs, a relaxed smile stretching across his face. “You were right. This is perfect.”
He juts his chin over to the other side of the pool, farther away from the waterfall. “C’mon, over here where it’s quieter. I can’t hear a thing over this damn waterfall.”
You’d follow him to the moon if he asked you to. Slowly, you swim with him over to the rockier side of the pool and let him pull you into his arms. You place your hands on his broad chest, unable to stop yourself from touching him; feeling him.
“So what now?” you softly ask, slowly becoming more aroused. He quirks a green brow at you, his eye twinkling at you. “Well, I was savin’ it for later, but I think a massage sounds perfect.”
He sits up on a flat rock while you get between his muscular legs. First, he begins running his thick, calloused fingers through your hair, gently massaging your scalp. You softly moan, your eyes closing at the relaxing sensations combined with the warm water. “Good, baby?” he whispers. You nod, too relaxed to speak. “Let’s move on to that massage then.”
He moves into massaging your neck, shoulders, and between your shoulders, gently kneading the kinks in them and complaining that you’re so tight. His fingers work gently yet firmly, caressing your upper muscles and turning them into mush. “Mmm,” you hum, tilting your head back in bliss. “Well, you certainly know how to treat a girl.”
“You ain’t seein’ nothin’ yet,” he chuckles. He pauses and slides back into the water, not so subtly grabbing your ass. “Up here,” he murmurs, patting the rock he was just perched on. “I’ve gotta get your legs too.”
You purse your lips at him, crossing your arms over your naked tits. “You sure you’re not tryin’ some funny business, mister?” Zoro raises a brow at you. “Would you really act like you didn’t want me to try some funny business?” he retorts, smirking at you.
“So cocky,” you scoff, rolling your eyes. But the stubborn fire dies when Zoro’s supple lips peck your inner thighs as he massages your hamstrings. “You love that shit though. Don’t lie to me, baby. Lying is a sin, dontcha know?” You feel him smirk against your hip, pressing a kiss there. “That might get you punished.”
Then it’s right back to using those capable hands to worship your legs and massage your tired muscles. You hum in pleasure, your head dropping back. “Mmm, Zoro,” you softly moan. “That feels really nice.”
He looks up at you, a tender smile on his face. “Yeah?” he teases. “What about right here?” His hand travels up your inner thigh to massage the muscle, making you giggle. “That’s not my leg,” you tease. “You’re supposed to be…oh!”
His lips silence you, electric against your skin. “Shut the fuck up,” he growls into your thigh, “and let me do this for you.” And so you do, mostly because you can’t speak once he starts eating your pussy.
Zoro is a master at eating pussy. He always has been. But tonight, it feels different. Each stroke of his tongue is deliberate and fast, trying to make you feel as good as possible. The sloshing sounds of his fat tongue in your soaked pussy fills the tropical air, making your head spin. “Slow,” you mew. “Slow please.”
“Slow?” he chuckles against your pussy lips. “I can do that. I wanna hear you cry out my name.” He gives your slit a long stroke upward from your slit to your clit, making your body tingle with pleasure. “Can you do that for me?” he sultryly asks, his one green eye glinting like an emerald at you.
“Y-Yes,” you stammer. His hands grip your hips tight, making you whimper. “Yes who?” he pushes. His voice dips an octave, low and seductive, making your stomach flip-flop.
“Yes…Daddy.”
Zoro gives you a devastatingly sexy grin and a hot kiss on your clit. “Mmm, good girl,” he coos. “Now what can Daddy give his good girl, huh?” He then reaches over to grab the sake and takes a swig before spitting the rest onto your pussy, making you gasp at the cold liquid hitting your hot, tender cunt.
Then his mouth is back on you, slowly slurping and drinking the booze from your pussy, practically drinking you. You moan out into the night, gripping his short-cropped, green hair for dear life. “God, ‘Ro, please!” you wail. “Please go faster! Do it faster, baby!”
“Fast, slow,” he grumbles. “Make up ya damn mind, woman. My tongue can only do so much.” He sucks on your pussy lips for a moment before pulling away, panting heavily. But he only comes up for air for a brief second before diving back in to taste more of you. “You taste so fuckin’ good,” he growls against your clit. “Need more…need you to cum for me.”
Suddenly, his tongue is shoving its way inside of you and you’re sobbing with pleasure, damn near screaming to the starry skies of how good your man is making you feel. You begin to roll your hips against him, causing the water to make small waves as Zoro eats you out, tongue-fucking you until your head spins. “Zoro, yes,” you whine. “That’s perfect!”
You can feel it coming: that little spark that is soon to bloom in your core, readying you for an intense orgasm. You gasp and pant like you’re in heat, using one hand to massage your tits while you grip Zoro’s hair with the other, pushing him farther into your hole. He welcomes it, still licking and sucking, determined to make you feel amazing.
“Oh, my God, Ro!” you gasp. “I-I’m gonna cum!”
“Mmm-hmm,” he hums into your pussy, nuzzling his face in it. He pulls away enough to speak, his gaze locking on you, the eye contact more than you can take. “Cum for me,” he mumbles into your pussy. “Just for me, baby.”
His tongue flicks grow fast and sharp as he curls it up into your G-spot, his nose rubbing your clit in time with his sucking and licking. It doesn’t take long for your orgasm to hit. It smacks you like a wave, making you moan out his name as you flood his tongue with your sweetness, gripping his hair and his broad shoulder, digging your nails into his skin.
Zoro welcomes it all, groaning into your pussy as he licks you clean like a starving man. He takes you on a ride with his mouth, sending you soaring through the stars as your body begins to buck, the aftershocks hitting you as you let out the cutest whimpers and gasps.
Finally spent, you stop your writhing and Zoro pulls away, his eye hooded and his mouth coated in your cum. “Good, right?” he asks. You don’t answer at first. Instead, you grab him and kiss him so passionately that he staggers, moaning in surprise.
You taste yourself off of him, sweet and salty, as your tongues dance together. When you pull away, a line of spit follows you, attached to your bottom lips. “That was perfect,” you purr. “Now it’s your turn. Get your sexy ass up here.”
The swordsman quickly helps you down from the rock, already knowing what type of time you’re on. Once you’re back in the water, he turns to hop up on the rock, giving you a great view of his firm ass.
SMACK!
Zoro yelps, staring at you wide-eyed after your little spank. “Oh, you’re gonna get it later.” You giggle as he slides onto the rock, spreading those tree-trunk thighs to present that gorgeous, thick, hard dick of his.
Your pussy throbs in excitement at the sight of him–cut muscles dripping with water; a green happy trail on his taut abs; gold earrings dangling from his pert nipples. “Not till I suck your soul out,” you seductively remark, your boldness making Zoro’s cock twitch. “But first, you need a massage too.”
You can’t resist slicking your hands in massage oil and slathering Zoro’s body in it, drooling over every hard, pulsing vein under his impressive muscles. He lazily watches you as you stroke him up and down, your touch making his cock pulse and throb between his thighs. When you massage his thighs, you picture yourself grinding your pussy in his lap until you soak it in his cum, but you can have all of that and more later.
Right now, you need to take care of your man. So you tease him, gliding your hands up and down his thighs, inching closer to his hard dick but not touching it. He bites his lip, his face flush red as he sips on his sake. “Fuck, baby, don’t tease me,” he softly growls. “You’re drivin’ me crazy.”
You give him a sultry smile, your nails dragging across his skin. “Now you know how it feels.” Finally, you wrap a hand around him and begin to stroke him slowly, up and down, feeling how fat and hard he is in your palm. “Mmm, you’re so pretty, Zo.”
Not just his cock but all of him–the way his pecs bounce so slightly when he shifts; the way his eye rolls back in pleasure; the face his face screws up in pleasure at your touch. Unable to resist, you put your mouth on him, kissing and licking him up until he is coated in your saliva.
How you love sucking Zoro’s dick! You love how thick he feels in your mouth, how hard he is against your tongue. You especially love the power you seem to have over him, such a big, intimidating man, with just your hot, wet mouth and lips.
“Shit,” he exhales, his green eye squinting as you lick him up and down base to tip. Then you slide him deeper down your throat, making his body tense. “Fuck!” he groans, his fingers lacing in your hair. “God, your mouth is so goddamn good. How are you this fuckin’ perfect, huh?”
You smile with his cock in your mouth, pulling away with a wet pop. “Just lucky, I guess,” you giggle before he taps his cock on your tongue. He shakes his head, drunk off of the sake and you, his pretty lady, kneeling in the water for him. “No, I’m the lucky one here. How I ever bagged you is a mystery.”
You swoon at his sweet words, feeling bashful and shy. The Zoro sitting before you now is so unlike the cocky, confident, self-assured swordsman you fell in love with a year ago. This one is much more…romantic. And though that cockiness and confidence is still there beneath the surface, you’re loving the soft, tender hunk sitting before you now.
“Zoro,” you breathe, but you can’t finish since his cock is sliding its way back into your mouth. He groans as he slides back to hit your throat, making you gag as he begins to slowly fuck your throat.
The swordsman is in his world, his jaw tense and face flushed as he pounds your throat. “That’s it, mama,” he groans. “Let me fuck your perfect f-fuckin’ throat, shit!” The embarrassingly wet squelches of your throat flexing around his dick fill the air, mixing with the soft rush of the waterfall several feet away from you.
Suddenly, Zoro pulls out of your mouth, making you gasp for air. With one hand, he pours sake onto his cock, coating it in the booze for you. “Even better,” he chuckles. “Go on, lick it all up f’me. Don’t waste a drop.”
You wouldn’t dream of it. Not wanting to disappoint your man, you take him in your mouth again and suck, getting drunk off of the sake and his taste. With every thrust of him into your throat, you feel your pussy grow wetter, needing to have him inside of you to ease that ache.
Zoro’s rasped moans grow louder, somehow louder than the rushing waterfall. “Fuck,” he growls. “Ngh, s-shit, mama, you’re gonna make me cum!” Your pussy throbs as his fingers tighten in your hair, the tugging sensations making your pussy ache. “Mmm-hmm!” you moan around his dick, begging him to cum with your mouth.
But Zoro pulls away, his dick popping out of your mouth and smacking against his scarred abs. “No!” he grunts. “Not yet. If I’m gonna shoot my load, I want it to be inside you. Need to make this count.” You watch as he lowers himself down and sits on a rock under the water, those thighs still spread and that cock still up for you. “Get on top. I want you to ride me…please?”
He gives you a look that is hot like molten lava, dripping with need for you. You can’t resist that look or any part of him, aching to touch, feel, and fuck him. “Whatever my baby wants,” you purr. “Just don’t let me fall.” You place your hands on your man’s chest, your pussy throbbing at the hardness of it.
Zoro’s gaze is intense as he stares into your eyes, already yanking you up to place you on his lap. “Never. Now get the fuck up here before I make you.” You giggle as the water sloshes around you as you let him pick you up, placing you on top of him. “Yes, sir.”
You straddle him and slowly rise up out of the water, allowing him to gaze at your dripping-wet tits glistening in the moonlight, before you wrap a hand around his cock from down below. He moans at your touch, his eye flickering down to watch as you press his dickhead to your clit and then slooooowly come sliding down his cock.
“Fuck!” you both moan in unison, pleasurable magic erupting and reaching a peak as he slides inside of you. You grasp his broad shoulders and begin to slowly ride him, the water buoying you as you slowly bring yourself up and down in the moonlit water. Zoro watches, his eye squinting from the sheer pleasure your velvety pussy gives him stroking him from base to tip.
He tilts his head back, exposing the thick column of his neck. “Ah, shit,” he groans, nearly hitting his head back on the rock. You smile, giggling sluttily as you find your rhythm, loving to see your man feel good because of your body. “S’good, Ro?” you slur. “You like this pussy?”
“I–ah, fuck, baby–always fuckin’ do,” he pants, his thick fingers gripping your asscheeks tight as you pump it back and forth. “You’re so g-good to me, babe. So glad you’re mine.” He possessively squeezes one of your asscheeks, coaxing you to ride him a little faster. “Yes, Ro,” you whine, eyes blown and mouth agape from the pleasure. “I’m yours. I always have been!”
Your moans drift through the air perfumed with summer, sex, and the jungle, but they only get louder when Zoro silently yanks you forward so your breasts crush against his chest. He then begins to fuck up into you, filling your pussy over and over again with sweet pulses of his fat dick. “Yeah, you fuckin’ are,” he grunts between his thrusts. “Nobody else can make you feel this good…give you dick like this.”
You are a moaning, drooling mess, dickamatized by the cock pumping in and out of you. Zoro turns you into a total cockslut for him, showing you his love for you by bouncing you up and down on his cock. “God, Zoro, yes!” you loudly whine. “Please go harder! Faster!” You grip the back of his neck and dig your fingers into his short-cropped, green hair, your brown skin molding with his sunkissed, tanned complexion.
You feel Zoro grin against your cheek; even your faces are mushed together. “Whatever my baby wants.” And for a moment, all of the world disappears: the waterfall, the jungle, the beach. The only world is Zoro and the endless pleasure he is giving you by fucking you endless beneath the stars in the warm water. It is paradise.
But it only gets better when he grips your waist. “C’mere,” he murmurs before he scoops you up out of the water with ease, forcing you to lock your legs around him. Slowly, he stands up in the water with you still locked in his arms, chuckling when you squeak as you dangle from his big, beefy arms. “Relax, baby; Daddy’s gotchu. You just enjoy yourself.”
You have no choice but to do so as he proceeds to fuck you with you in his arms, bouncing you up and down, up and down, in his bugling arms and big hands. Gasps and moans escape you as his dick repeatedly stretches you out and massages your G-spot, ecstasy written across your face. He stares right at you, forcing you to keep eye contact. “Ha…ha…ha,” you pant out each time he slams you down onto his cock. You can’t even speak—the pressure and the pleasure are too great.
Zoro, flushed in the face and dripping in water that sexily trickles down his body, smiles at your reactions. “How’s this, huh? Does my baby need it like this? She wants to be fucked like this?” Then he shifts in a way that hits your G-spot dead on and you nearly jump out of your skin from the euphoria. “Yes, yes, fuck yes!” you scream to the starry sky. “More, Daddy, please! Fuck me just like that!”
Your swordsman cackles, overjoyed by your sluttiness. “More? Damn, you’re bein’ extra slutty for me tonight, ain’t you?” He grips you tight and before you know it, you’re being carried out of the water and laid down in a bed of the softest grass and flowers. “Fine, I’ll give you more, but you’d better take it, mama.”
And so he gives you more. More than you can handle. He lifts your legs up and bends your knees against your chest before putting half of his weight on you. He fucks you deep and fast in mating press, drilling his dick inside of your dripping, velvet pussy over and over again. Your tits bounce in the moonlight, the silvery glow illuminating your brown skin and braids.
He kisses you everywhere—lips, neck, throat, chest. Sucks on your nipples with those supple, pink lips. Uses that tongue to lick down the column of your neck and swirl with yours. Lick his thick fingers to rub your clit. Zoro becomes a certified lover boy, unable to get enough of his sweet lady pinned underneath him, taking all of his cock.
Soon, you can’t take anymore and groan through his hot kiss as his dick pulses inside of you. “Zo, I’m close,” you whimper against his lips. “M’gonna cum!” He nods, his muscles tensing as he chases his orgasm, his balls slapping against your ass. “Me too,” he gasps. “Gonna fuckin’ fill you up. Just like my girl needs.”
You can feel it, his cock throbbing and pulsing between your walls. You need him to cum. Need him to fill you up with his love. But before he can, he wants to hear something and leans down to whisper it in your ear. “Tell me you love me,” he whispers, a plea in his gaze. “Say it to me. Say it so I can give you all these babies.”
You moan as his thrusts grow slow and deep, taking his sweet time dicking you down. Your limbs tighten around him, holding him as close as he can possibly be. “I love you,” you whine. “I love you so, so much, Zoro.” Your swordsman tenses at those words before he suddenly rolls you both over for a new position.
Now, you’re on top again, grassblades in your hair and teeming with love and lust for your man. Zoro is pinned under your thighs, his cock still plunged deep in your pussy that he begins to fuck up into. You let out loud, slutty moans as he bounces you, making you take that dick. “Say it again. Keep sayin’ it.”
You are more than happy to oblige, chanting it like a mantra into the starry sky. “I love you, I love you, I love you!” you moan out as he continues to fuck you, bouncing you up and down on his stiff dick until finally–
“Cumming!” you gasp. “Ohhhh, fuuuuck, I’m cumming!” Your eyes roll back and your body tenses as you cream all over Zoro’s thick dick, coating it in your honey. Your orgasm triggers his own and with a few more desperate thrusts, your swordsman lets out a rasped moan and shoots a fat load deep inside of you. “Take it!” he loudly groans. “Take all that cum, baby! Take all of me!”
You gladly do so, your face written in bliss as you feel him. Warm, wet, and loving. A rush of spunk shooting inside of you, coating your pussy, marking it as his as you mark his cock as yours. It is perfect. It is paradise. It is an oasis of pure bliss and ecstasy.
After a few more softer thrusts, Zoro finally calms and so do you. You lean down to press a final kiss to his lips before you roll off of him, his dick unplugging from inside of you, causing his cum to ooze out of you. Gently, he scoops you up and somehow finds the energy to carry you back towards the water.
You hum as he enters the pool, the warm water feeling like heaven on your tired muscles. He sits against the edge and holds you close against his chest, making you listen to his beating heart. For awhile, there is only a content silence between you as you snuggle together, listening to nature. “So was that “lover boy” enough for you?” he finally asks.
“It was,” you giggle, snuggling up into his broad chest, wrapping your arms tight around him. “And much more…though I may need a reminder in a couple of minutes.” You gasp when you feel his cock pulse beneath you. This man is never satisfied!
“Guess this dick wasn’t enough for you. It’s a given.” You tsk and splash at him, only to smack his arm. He flinches, holding his hands up in defense though he grins at you. “Ow, I’m kiddin’! How you gonna abuse your man on your anniversary?”
He takes your wrists in his, holding them apart, as he smiles. “I’ll kiss it better,” you purr. You lean in and kiss his arm, leading up to his right pec and neck. He hums in enjoyment, happy to have your kisses marking him up. “Uh-huh, you’d better. Oh, and before I forget…”
Slowly, he leans down and presses a sweet kiss to your lips that sweeps you off of your feet. “I love you too, baby,” he whispers. “Happy anniversary.”
THE END.
