anon asked: Hello, may I please request a filthy af, dirty as u can get this, zoro x reader with fem body where they do it in public? It doesn’t have to be but just an example is like maybe their all eating dinner while zoro fingers reader under the table while all the Strawhats are there unaware or vice versa and reader gets him off under the table. It can be modern AU or canon. Just two specifics dirtier then hell and public. Thank you 🖤💚
➪ a/n: oh dear I read doing it in public and absolutely ran with the idea, may or may not have gotten out of hand bc this ended up being absolutely filthy. am I somewhat ashamed? definitely! :,D so take this with what you will, hopefully someone will enjoy where my dirty mind sometimes goes lol - maxx (@sugxrslushy)
➪ details: NSFW//Zoro x afab!reader//w.c: 1.7k //warnings: NSFW MINORS DNI, afab!reader (pussy/cunt used), BORDERS ON DUBCON AT FIRST (there's hesitation by the reader but ultimately consent is given), exhibitionism, fingering, degradation ("whore" + "slut"), alcohol, panties, pussyjob, creampie, technically being caught
Wild flames flickered in front of your face, the bonfire emitting its warmth on all of those sitting close, lighting up their faces in its orangish glow and dancing slowly. Your face was already a fire on its own, the heat from your blush burning against the skin of your hand pressed to your face. You gnaw at your finger as you survey the faces of your crewmates.
A sloppy kiss is pressed to your neck, Zoro had become rather handsy after his last drink. He’d wracked up a new record this night it almost seemed, the liquor finally getting to him and washing away any previous inhibitions he held. Each touch grew dangerously closer to places you wouldn’t be caught dead letting him touch in public. But you were turning to mush underneath desperate kisses and his heavy breaths in your ear.
“Get a fucking room,” The cook hisses as he collects the empty glass bottle strewn at your feet. Your heart jumps in your chest, head snapping up to look around if Sanji had brought anyone with him. The hand scaling your rib cage only lowers by an inch, Zoro resting his chin on your shoulder to catch the irritated glance of Sanji.
“Shut it love cook, not like you wouldn’t be doing the same if a girl actually liked you. Too bad all your stupid pervy fantasies only live in your head.” He may have been borderline drunk but his tongue was still sharp as a blade, his irritation towards the cook never dying down. “M’ not even doing anything.”
Sanji sputters in annoyance, a retort dying on his lips when Nami calls him over to refill her drink accompanied by Luffy’s starving cries for more food. He spares you both one last glance then leaves, leaving you in the arms of Zoro who was hungry for something entirely different.
The blanket sprawled across your lap is light, used for nothing more than a little cover on chillier nights. It feels entirely too revealing, too light and see through as Zoro hooks his fingers in the belt loops of your pants and works them down your legs. Your eyes widen in terror when the pants slip past your ass, the sound of your friends around your entirely too loud in your ears.
“What are you doing?” You hiss, trying to seem inconspicuous as you chew him out under your breath. “You said you weren’t even doing anything.”
“I did, and I was.” Holding your breath, you can feel his fingers ghosting against the now bare skin of your thighs, drifting further up as if on a mission. “But I’m curious…” The bitter smell of alcohol is heavy in his breath, hot against your ear and making you shiver. His fingers running along your skin feel like bugs skittering across your skin, you sit in his lap tensed and resisting the urge to swat them away, your curiosity taking over concern.
His heavy palm cupping your warmth, the feeling of your satin lingerie panties is soft against his hand. You can feel the manic smile against your shoulder. “Why’d you dress like such a fucking slut if you didn’t want me to fuck you?”
Your heart skips a beat and you fight the urge to rub your thighs together, the sharp bite in his tone setting your skin aflame. Was it wrong to be getting excited over this, with the lingering eyes of others passing over you and the way Zoro gripped you so harshly, so meanly. The idea of being fucked right now was enticing, but another shout of your friends singing to the song reminded you that now may not be the best time.
Relaxing against his chest, you face him with eyes wide and full of faux innocence, enough to fool an idiot or possibly a half drunk one. “We’re not doing this here, right?” Zoro doesn’t spare you an answer, the glow of the flame barely lights up his face but you catch his silvery eye scanning the crewmates seated dangerously close to you both. “Right?” You ask again, voice cracking with a genuine unsureness.
The tearing sound of your panties is impossibly loud to you, reverberating in your ears as if it was the sound of your now arrived doom. No one else seemed to hear it. Brooks' singing and guitar was loud enough to be heard from miles away but all you could hear was your own thundering heartbeat in your ears as your anxiety picked up.
“We aren’t doing this here.” You make a pathetic grab for his hand diving down between your legs. All you can muster up is a panicked look, unsure of what to do. A sick part of you was excited, becoming utterly turned on at the thought.
“Oh, we aren’t?” Zoro’s tone is mocking. He doesn’t make a move, testing your boundaries without words and finding yourself giving in, slipping and falling into his trap as you loosen your grip on his hand in a lust driven curiosity. “That’s what I fucking thought.” Gliding his digits through soaked folds, your cheeks are stained dark with the embarrassment of what he’s doing. You couldn’t tell what was worse, him feeling you up in front of all your friends or the fact you were dripping wet over it.
A finger breaches your entrance harshly, just one big enough to sate some of your desire as your thighs shiver and you bite your tongue to cut off a moan. There’s no mercy as he starts thrusting his finger in and out of you without giving you a moment to recover or breathe. The filthy squelching sound quickly becomes all you can hear, blocking out the sounds of anything else.
“Y/n, Zoro. Is everything alright over there?” You swore you felt the drop of your heart into the pit of your stomach. Robin is seated merely a few feet from the two of you, a clear concern written on her face. “It seemed to me you both were arguing.”
Your veins run with anxiety and Zoro plays a drunk fool, giving her nothing but a meaningless grunt in response. His finger is still buried to the knuckle and he’s working another in, fully aware of just what he’s doing. Your mind is crying out with panic, the wet feeling between your thighs and gooey pleasure becoming all you could think about.
“Y-yeah, we’re fine-” You manage to bite out, back to chewing on your lip to try to keep any other voices from spilling out. “Just too much to drink I guess- ah!” You’re shouting every imaginable curse inside your head while Zoro slides his two fingers impossibly deep inside of you, your own wetness spilling out onto his lap.
Robin’s eyebrows knit together in concern but Zoro is still, thankfully, playing dumb. “S-sorry. Luffy was doing something d-dumb and I panicked.” Sticking the blame on the reckless captain, Robin seems to relax almost instantaneously. She tips her head and walks away talking about leaving water for you two in the morning, but her words are drowned out by the erratic thrusting of Zoro’s digits inside you.
It’s humiliating how turned on you are, mewling softly and bucking your hips against his hand to bury him deeper inside you as he smears your juices over your lips. Zoro doesn’t miss it at all. “What a whore, getting all wet cause we almost got caught. Does that turn ya on, having people watching you get your pussy stuffed full? You like it don’t you?”
You shake your head, a blatant lie you were clinging onto like it would get you anywhere. You would clench around him so tightly even when someone’s eye merely passed over the two of you, it was a damn wonder you didn’t come right there when Robin came over.
“Fucking liar.” He spits aggressively and tears his fingers out from inside of you, leaving you empty and whining to be filled again. Fumbling under the blanket, he carefully turns you to your side and leans against your back, spooning you. “I should make you fuck yourself on me just for saying that, show everyone what a slut you really are. And you’d like it, probably would come so fast all over my cock.” His voice is low, bordering on dangerous.
His throbbing cock smacks against his ass, you hadn’t even noticed him taking off his pants, much less his underwear. You can’t get a word in nor a question, as quick as his cock had been taken out it’s guided between your thigh. Your hopes rise when the cockhead nudges your slick pussy, then drops when there’s no press against your entrance. He slips his cock between your dripping folds, nestled between your pussy lips and merely nudging your clit.
Drawing his hips back, he spares the deck full of your crewmates one final glance then thrusts in. Your entangle your fingers in the blankets, holding on for dear life as Zoro fucks you with quick but shallow thrusts, his cock slipping through your wetness and hitting your clit. Juices smear against your legs, making them sticky and wet but he doesn’t give a damn about the mess, only chasing his own high.
Sparks explode across your skin with every nudge of your clit, your own knot in your stomach becoming tighter much like his. The clap of his hips against your ass is muted from the blanket but you can’t help but feel the rush of it possibly being heard, of your crewmates sneaking glances at the two of you getting off against each other right in front of them. The fire has died down, the edges of the light just manages to reach you both.
Zoro’s balls draw tight, his orgasm unfurling at the seams and with a final thrust he presses the head of his cock inside of your entrance, milky white seed dripping out around his cock slick with your juices. You barely manage to hold in a sob when his fingers move to your clit, rubbing harsh circles till you come undone in a wet mess. The blanket covering you both is dirtied, becoming a reminder of what you had just done.
Zoro presses kisses to your shoulder, rubbing a large palm over your shaking thighs in an attempt to bring you down from your ogasm. To your surprise, no one had noticed. The party was still going strong and the sounds of singing have only become louder, most definitely drowning the two of you out.
Relief floods your veins and you relax against Zoro’s touch, allowing your eyelids to grow heavy till you hear the flick of a lighter from the upper deck, right above the two of you.
