Zoro's voice can be heard from outside of the room, calling your name. The room is one of the rooms the crew has at the inn where you're staying in this particular island. It's small, with a small bed and a small desk. There's also a mirror by the bed. You're looking into it, examining your body in the reflection.
You feel your heart racing at the sound of your boyfriend's voice. You've been with him for a while now, and he always knows when you're feeling bad. He knows when you need him. It doesn't take long for him to find you in your room, and when he does, he immediately notices your posture. You're hunched over in front of the mirror, looking at yourself with a critical eye.
You're wearing a simple white t-shirt and black shorts, and your hair is messy, falling over your shoulders. You look like you haven't slept in days. Zoro immediately knows what's wrong.
“What are you doing, Y/N?” he asks, his voice soft.
You shake your head, not looking up at him.
“I don't know,” you lie. “I just feel so… horrible. My body is covered in scars. I'm not perfect like the others. Why would you ever want to be with someone like me?”
Zoro frowns, his grey eyes narrowing as he looks at you. He wants to comfort you, but he doesn't know how.
“Y/N,” he says, stepping closer to you. “You know I don't care about that. I love you for who you are, not for how you look.”
You shake your head again, tears forming in your eyes.
“It's not just about how I look,” you say. “It's about everything. I'm so flawed, Zoro. I have so many scars. I'm not good enough for you.”
Zoro reaches for you, cupping your cheek in his hand. He looks into your eyes, trying to convey his feelings to you.
“Y/N,” he repeats. “I love you. Scars and all. You're perfect.”
You close your eyes, letting out a shaky breath. Zoro pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you. You can feel the warmth of his body against yours, and it comforts you.
“Besides… I think the scars make you look hot as hell,” he whispers into your hair. “Just like you.”
You blush, but you can't help but smile a little.
“Really?” you ask, your voice small.
Zoro nods, his eyes roaming over your body.
“Mhm,” he hums. “Especially this one right here.”
You feel his hand on your back, tracing one of your scars. You shiver at his touch.
“Zoro,” you whisper, your cheeks heating up.
He pulls back a little, looking down at you. You can see the desire in his eyes, and it makes your heart race.
“I love you, Y/N,” he says again. “Every inch of you.”
You nod, feeling a little better.
“I love you too, Zoro,” you reply.
Zoro smiles, his hand moving to your hip.
“Can I show you how much I want you?” he asks.
You blush even harder, but you nod. You know what he's asking. And you want it too.
Zoro leans down, capturing your lips with his. You close your eyes, getting lost in the kiss. His hand moves from your hip to your waist, pulling you closer. You can feel his tongue sliding into your mouth, and you moan softly.
His other hand moves to your hair, tangling his fingers in it. He pulls back, looking down at you with a hungry expression.
“Take off your clothes,” he commands, his voice low. “I want to see every inch of you.”
You swallow, your heart racing. You nod, pulling off your shirt and shorts. Zoro watches you intently, his eyes roaming over every part of your body. You can feel your cheeks heating up under his gaze.
“God, you're so beautiful,” he says, his voice full of desire.
He reaches for you, pulling you close. He kisses you again, his hands roaming over your skin. You moan into his mouth, feeling his erection pressing against your stomach.
Zoro pulls back, looking into your eyes. He reaches behind you, unhooking your bra. He lets it fall to the floor, his eyes immediately going to your breasts. They're big, and Zoro can't help but stare at them. You blush, feeling self-conscious.
“Zoro,” you say, trying to cover yourself.
But Zoro stops you, pulling your hands away. He looks into your eyes.
“Don't,” he says. “You're beautiful. Let me look at you.”
You nod, letting your hands fall to your sides. Zoro looks down at your breasts again, his eyes filled with desire.
“God,” he breathes. “You're so perfect.”
He reaches out, cupping one of your breasts in his hand. You moan softly, closing your eyes.
Zoro bends down, taking one of your nipples into his mouth. You gasp, your back arching. He sucks on it gently, his tongue swirling around it. You moan louder, your hands going to his hair.
He switches to your other breast, giving it the same treatment. You whimper, feeling pleasure coursing through your body. He pulls back, looking up at you.
“You taste so good,” he says, his voice husky. “I could spend hours just tasting you.”
You blush, your heart racing.
“Zoro,” you breathe.
He stands up, pulling off his shirt. You can't help but stare at his chest. It's muscular and toned, and there's a big scar across it. You remember when he got it, during a battle with a Mihawk. You reach out, tracing it with your finger.
“Does it still hurt?” you ask.
Zoro shakes his head, looking down at your hand.
“Not anymore,” he says. “But I like it when you touch me there.”
You smile, moving your hand up to his neck. You pull him down, kissing him again. He moans into your mouth, his hand going to your hip. You can feel his erection pressing against you, and you whimper.
Zoro breaks the kiss, looking into your eyes.
“I want you,” he says, his voice low. He smiles, picking you up. You wrap your legs around his waist, feeling his hands on your ass. He carries you over to the bed, laying you down gently. You watch as he pulls off his pants, his erection springing free. You lick your lips, wanting to taste him.
But he doesn't give you the chance. He climbs on top of you, kissing you again. His hands roam over your body, and you can feel his cock pressing against your inner thigh. You moan, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Zoro, please,” you breathe. “I need you.”
He nods, reaching down to position himself at your entrance. He pushes into you slowly, and you cry out, feeling him stretch you. It feels so good, and you cling to him tightly.
He starts to move, thrusting in and out of you. You moan with each thrust, feeling pleasure building inside of you. His hands move to your hips, holding you in place as he fucks you harder. You cry out his name, feeling your orgasm approaching.
“Zoro,” you whimper. “I'm so close.”
He nods, his breathing heavy. He reaches down, rubbing your clit with his thumb. You cry out, your orgasm hitting you. You cling to him, feeling yourself clench around him. He groans, his thrusts becoming erratic.
“Y/N,” he breathes, his eyes locked on yours. “I love you.”
You smile, feeling your heart full.
“I love you too,” you say.
He nods, thrusting into you a few more times before he stills. You feel his cock pulsing inside of you, and you know he's coming. You hold onto him tightly, feeling his weight on top of you.
He collapses on top of you, his breathing heavy. You stroke his hair, feeling happy to have him.
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