summary: When Zoro decides to ask Dracule Mihawk on a dual to dethrone, you think it’s the most stupid idea ever, but who are you to stop him? Though, you can totally remind him that sometimes, he shouldn’t be the one in control.
cw: +18. mdni. live action!zoro. straw hats!reader. praise. petnames (baby, sweet thing, good girl). reader calling zoro “Z” sometimes. unprotected piv. riding position. slightly sub!zoro. teasing. pull out method. mention of feelings / tension. reblog is a creator’s best-friend, thank you!
The smell of sweat and sex flowed inside the small room, moans echoing loud against the wooden walls, mixed with the clicking of earrings. Zoro’s hands tugged on the ropes, burning the skin of his wrists, creating redness there. It wasn’t a punishment per say, but he had been stupid enough to ask Dracule Mihawk for a fight, thinking he’d be strong enough to dethrone him and take the title of world’s greatest swordman. It was his dream and so, you had decided to not try to stop him, but that didn’t mean you liked the idea.
And so, you had decided to make him realize how stupid he was for thinking he could always be in control of things.
You had met Zoro at the same time you met Luffy and Nami at Shells Town, when you had helped the three of them steal a map of the Grand Line, thus becoming a member of Luffy’s crew (even though you were at the marine’s base to steal it for yourself, in the first place).
There has been some immediate tension between you and Zoro from the first second you had met him; glances here and there, shoulders bumping, teasing, sarcasm. The whole bunch.
But it had heated up the moment the crew had stopped at the Baratie, the moment you had sat down at that restaurant table and Zoro’s free hand had rested on your thigh, squeezing the fat there, eyes looking elsewhere like it was the most normal situation ever. You hadn’t said anything about the touch, but thoughts about his hands on your body had run through your mind. Thoughts of his lips on your skin, his fingers curling inside your warmth, his cock nested deep inside you.
And when you thought this could keep going for weeks, he had to be dumb enough to have a death wish with Mihawk. You thought if Zoro was about to die later, he could at least get a sample of what he’ll be missing forever. But there was no way you’d let him be in control after being so dumb—and so, the both of you were locked in his room, his hands tied by thick ropes and up above his hands. Sweat covered his forehead, grunts and groans leaving his mouth as you bounced up and down on his cock.
It had started with a little argument, some sarcasm on his part, as always. Fingers tugging on hair, lips crashing against lips, hands groping your tits, his shirt flying away before you turned the situation to your advantage.
He tugged on his restraint again, like it would suddenly break and let him free. His dark eyes were focused on your face and the expression of pleasure that decorated it. His voice was strained as he finally spoke. “Fuck, come on, I got it. Untie me, yeah?” He groaned as you lowered yourself down on his cock again, the wetness of your cunt coating his shaft, dripping down to his balls, sticking to both your skins.
Your hands pushed on his bare chest, stabilizing yourself as your hips rolled on top of his own. Squelching noises made the movements more perverted and icky, but that didn’t make you stop at all. You shook your head at Zoro, a heat in your lower belly when his tip hit your sweet spot. “No—No, you don’t deserve it. You were stupid.” You voiced at him, before throwing your head up to the ceiling, eyebrows furrowed and lips parted in pleasure.
His hips jerked up when yours lowered, skin slapping skin and his shaft hitting deeper which made you moan out his name. Your nails scratched at his torso, leaving red marks on his tan skin, before one lifted to tug on his short green hair, making him hiss, his throat now bare for your liking. His earrings created little clicking noises that mixed with the whines coming from your throat. Curses escaped his mouth, his thighs shook under the weight of your body as you fastened your riding. “How am I supposed to make you feel good if I can’t touch you?” You heard him say, and you chuckled at his words, shaking your head.
“I can make myself feel good, Z, I just have to use you for that. Besides, it’s your punishment for being stupid and thinking you are stronger than Mihawk.” A strong jerk of his hips up made you gasp, his bulbous tip hitting your cervix which made you moan out his name loudly. Your pussy clenched around his cock, the length dragging in and out of your gummy insides. You could feel the veins twitching, the pre-cum flowing out of his pretty tip to mix with your juices, the way your ass slapped down on his balls when you lowered yourself.
The swordsman tugged on his restrain once more, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he felt you suck his cock inside your tight little cunt, creamy white come around the base of his shaft; so pretty, so dreamy. “Come on baby, let me touch you.” He groaned then, eyes half-lidded from the pleasure but you only chuckled once more and shook your head at him. You bounced faster, feeling his tip rub against your sweet spot so deliciously.
Zoro wasn’t one to beg for anything or to anyone, but at that moment, the pleasure was almost torture. He wanted to touch you, to feel your skin under his fingers, to make you bounce down on his shaft.
You loved the tone of his voice as he did beg to be freed from the ropes, but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of touching you. You didn’t want to think about the fact that he could clearly lose his fight with Mihawk and die; no, you wanted to think about him coming back to you and how he could tease you the same way you were teasing him. It would be only fair.
Zoro gasped as you rolled your hips to a new angle, velvety walls sucking him in, your wetness coating all his length and down to his bush. Your hands moved backward, resting on top of his knees as you bounced faster and harder, your ass slapping down on his thighs.
“Fuck, fuck—Come on, good girl, that’s it.” He praised, even if unable to touch you like he wanted to, even if he didn’t have the power. His dark eyes lowered to where his cock met your cunt, his thoughts in shambles at the view of the mess you created there. Your wetness coating his pubic hair, making them glisten with your essence, showing how good you felt.
You rolled your hips, sweating and panting, warmth coursing through your body at the slightly new position. “Z, fuck, it feels so good.” You moaned at him, eyebrows furrowed when your eyes met his own. Zoro couldn’t help himself from jerking his hips up to meet your movements, letting his cock slam inside your insides. Your juices dripped to your inner-thighs, slick and sticky, coating your skin. The green-haired man beneath you nodded, his eyes closing for a second or so just to open again and look at you.
“Feels good like that, uh? You like riding me?” He asked, smirk back on his face.
You almost wanted to stop, remind him that you were the one in control and he didn’t have the power to speak like that; but who were you kidding? So you nodded, biting down on your lips, hips slotted down against his pelvis and his cock nested all the way inside you. Your clit rubbed against his bush, bringing another wave of pleasure inside you, making you moan. His hair tickled against your wet skin. “Yeah, t’feels good…” You only replied, too busy pleasuring yourself at that moment.
“Don’t stop then, let me see how good you can make yourself feel without me touching you.” He added, jerking his hips up against yours once more, his tip hitting that sweet spot at the entrance of your pussy. Your hands were clammy on his knees, your grip tightening as you started to bounce again, rolling your hips forward so your clit would rub and hit against his bush. Moans escaped your mouth, eyes focused on his face as he nodded and praised you quietly. “That’s my girl, come on baby. Bet that feels good, uh?”
For one little second, you swore at yourself: that should have happened way before. If only you both had acted up on those feelings and tension instead of walking around it without saying anything. Zoro could die and he could have left without knowing how you truly felt for him.
A warmth coursed through your lower belly again, your pussy clenching around Zoro’s cock, keeping him there so snuggly. He hissed at the feeling, muscles taunting as he tugged on the ropes again, but never able to break them. His head rolled to look at the wooden ceiling for a moment before his dark eyes met your face. Your thighs burned from the efforts of riding him and he must have realized, his hips now rutting upward to meet yours, his tip rubbing your g-spot continually.
You moaned, hands flying to rest on his chest once more, hips bouncing to write your name onto his cock. Loud noises of skin slapping skin echoed in the room, followed by the squelching of your wet pussy filled by his shaft.
“Zoro, m’bout to come… Fuck!” You whined, and after those words, you fastened your pace on top of him. Zoro groaned, feeling your juices sticking to his balls and dripping all the way down to his length to pool at the base. He just moaned for a beat or two, before speaking. “Come on my cock, come on—show me how good you feel, sweet thing.”
Those words were your undoing, and you gasped loudly when your cunt clenched around him, sucking him dry. Your thighs shook around his hips, your pace uncoordinated, warmth coursing through your entire body. You could hear Zoro praise you, but a buzz in your ears made you unable to understand his words. Your nails scratched the skin of his bare torso, muscles convulsing as you came on his shaft, making a mess with your juices. Your essence leaking down to his base, glistening against his bush—your clit throbbing from the rubbing you had done too.
But your hips kept rutting, searching for more, trying to bring Zoro to his climax too. Your walls squeezed him tighter, and he hissed as you bounced up and down, more lazily. “Move baby, I’m about to—” He groaned and you nodded, sweaty and out-of-it. Your hips lifted up, his cock slipping out of your wet warmth in a loud-pop at the same time he came.
A loud groan left his mouth, thick ropes of creamy and hot white semen flowed to hit his lower belly and chest, his cock hitting back on his belly, twitching.
You sighed, watching his semen decorate his own skin, before gently sitting back on his thighs. Zoro took a deep breath, eyes lifting to look at you. “Fuck. Are you going to untie me now, sweet thing?” He smirked, tugging on his restraints for a last time before you chuckled, nodding your head at him.
You moved, hands carefully undoing the ropes from around his wrists. The swordsman immediately rubbed at the raw skin there, humming quietly at the feeling before his dark eyes met your orbs. He didn’t speak for a second before his strong hands groped at the fat of your hips, bringing you closer as he sat up.
“You know, the floor isn’t very comfortable for that kind of activity.” He joked, rolling his shoulders, the muscles of his biceps bulging. You hummed at him, before replying. “What? You want to try the hammock, next time?” Zoro acted like he was thinking about him for a beat or two before nodding his head, looking away.
“So… You’re saying there will be a next time?”
“If you survive Mihawk, why not?”
“That’s a deal, baby.”
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