btw it's so fucking stupid you can be anxious physically in your body even after you've decided mentally you don't care. I'm supposed to be in charge here
summary: your bf cheats on u & you try to leave butâŚ
warnings: unedited asfk, u both get a little physical w each other, crying during sex, pretty angsty (sad 2 kills međŞ), oral (f rec), p-in-v, sub!hollis, degrading hollis bad.
author note: guys, i am so sorry but i would let 2 destroy my life and let him back in every fucking time. these thoughts consumed me so i cooked this up to expose everybody to the loving your cheater boyfriend vision âď¸đĽ° (STRICTLY in fiction).
the instant hollis walks thru the door, you're hot on his heels. he should've known something was up. you're first of all smoking a cig of all things on the couch, sitting criss-cross, kinda hunched over like you're stressed. the instant the doors opens, u get up and make ur way into the foyer where he stands below u. above, u stand on the marble stairs, watching him unlace off his over-the-top boots. he finishes, then ascends the staircase, and ur so pissed off that the sight of him slowly coming to tower over you makes you seethe â itâs like heâs arguing with u without saying a word, proving his point through your height difference (which he has no control over, but still).
"hey, princess," he mutters, pulling u into a hug, kissing the top of your head. you wrap your arms around his waist, hugging him back. "hey, babe," you murmur back. you draw back just a little, reaching up and extending the cig to him without looking at him. he accepts it automatically, like it's muscle memory, and u falter back into his arms.
u guys stay like that, embracing each other. his big hand caresses your head absently, fingers dragging slow through your hair, the other soothing down ur back. "missed u all night," he says, blowing the smoke overtop ur head. you feel the air shift by, and u smile, tilting around with him back n' forth. "yeah? how was the after? looked super fun."
that shouldâve been his sign one.
but he lies.
"chill," he says easily. "fans everywhere, as always. ryan wouldnât stop talking to random girls, nate freestyled some fire shit live. everybody was fuckinâ with us, it was fun as hell."
you nod, flat, like you're filing it away. "that sounds nice, baby."
"was." he responds gently.
u let the silence and rocking proceed for a few seconds longer before u stop, hands clutching him like a vice, like youâre bracing yourself for impact before the storm youâll wage.
âwatchu been doin all night, whyâre u up so late? hope youâre not waitin on me again,â hollis croons lightly, voice endeared and loving.
itâs so cruel. he drags your loving actionsâones harmful to yourself in veneration of him back out like proof of his care for you, when really heâs checking. making sure youâll be asleep by the time he comes home. asleep enough not to ask questions. asleep enough not to notice things like the floral, sweet, girly scent on him right now. fresh, too. not his signature musky expensive cologne.
âbeen up thinkinâ about you, holli.â you answer.
âyeah?â he smiles, and u can hear it in his voice, already tilted like he knows where this is going.
"mhm.. thinking âbout you lots, baby."
he releases a low, throaty hum when he feels your nails rake down his back the way he likes. âwhat, what you been thinking about?â he asks, voice lower now, hands sliding down to encase your ass within them softly.
"been thinkinâ bout that girl on you in romanâs live. who the fuck was that slut you were with, hollis?"
it goes dead silent. he freezes so hard he doesn't even exhale his smoke â at least not that you feel or hear, and his hands quit moving over your ass too. you step back, plucking the cigarette from out of his mouth and looking up at him, straight into his eyes.
"talk. and donât fucking lie to me."
"lie to you? what're u talkin' about, beautiful?" he bluffs nervously, blowing his bangs out of his face with smoke as if to subconsciously obscure his lying face.
you giggle indignantly, shaking your head, half amused at his cowardess, half annoyed at how transparently he's playing dumb. you retreat back into the living room, scooping your duffel bag of items from the couch, ready to book it. if you stay any longer, you know where this will go. his evasion is enough of an answer, and you decide u don't even wanna know the dumbass details if he can't be straight with you upfront.
he blocks ur way, stepping into your path deliberately, "w-wait, hey, fuck are u going?"
"move, hollis," you snap, trying to step around him. "nah, bro, where do you think you're going?" he asks, bringing both hands down on your shoulders, pinning you in place.
"I said MOVE! get your fuckin' hands off me." you push him away, sending your duffel bag onto the floor by consequence. quickly, he kicks it behind him, sending it down the small stairset he's blocking.
"shit, u said talk, right? u gonna fuckin' let me?" he contends, voice suddenly authorative in a way that feels scarily controlled.
you close ur eyes, exhaling frustratedly but trying to keep reign of yourself so as to not get emotional. he knows exactly what to say the instant ur emotions become visible â he's used to it, after all. he's all you've ever had, the only guy you've loved, the only person who gets you.
"hollis," you say firmly, "IâŚI made up my mind, clearly," you add, gesturing toward your bag, "before I asked you to talk. Nothing you say is gonna change that. we're not doing this again."
"she didnât mean anything," he says quickly, and you feel your chest squeeze in pain at that partial revelation.
"holy shit, hollis, just get out of my way, I don't â I can't â " you stumble forward, fight or flight kicking in and trying to push past him, but the instant he reaches out to stop u again, locking you in his embrace, you recoil hard, heart hammering.
"i hate you, you fucking asshole! touch me with the same hands you used on her, are you fucking crazy?!" you pound on his chest, breathing hard, chest rising and falling as anger and pain swirl within it.
"i only want you, alright? i'm a fucking idiot, and she was just something stupid I did, baby, I was so fucking high, but i'm here. iâm here with you, okay? I don't want anything to do with her, I'm so sorry, Iâ" he drops to his knees, clutching ur waist, looking up at you. his eyes are soft, twinkling with tears, and his eyeliner smears faintly beneath them.
"why, Hollis?" u ask, crying despite yourself now, twisting ur face away ashamedly. "I love you more than anything, baby, I swear on my life," he promises, kissing ur stomach. "I swear on everything I am. I dunno what the fuck I'd do without you. nothing matters if I don't got you â i'd burn my fuckin' life down before I let you walk away."
"why do you always do this?" you choke, wiping at your face even though it doesnât help. "do you have any idea how fucking stupid I look? my friends look at me like Iâm pathetic, Hollis. like Iâm some girl who wonât leave no matter how many times you humiliate her. I donât even recognize myself anymore. I bend and bend and bend for you and every time, you do some dumb shit like this and Iâm the one left trying to glue myself back together."
he shakes his head fast, hands tightening like heâs afraid youâll disappear if he lets go. "its not like that, baby, its notâ im just around all these fuckinâ people who donât know nothinâ about me, and when I get fucked up and iâm out there and everybodyâs tellinâ me who I am, I start believinâ it. nd I canât stop myself. IâI do fucked up shit and then I come home feelinâ worse about myself, and itâs like the more I hate myself, the more I keep fuckinâ up. But youâ youâre not part of that. You never were. Youâre real."
you let out a broken laugh. "thatâs the problem. you treat me like Iâm something you can always come back to. like Iâll just be here, no matter what you do."
he looks up at you again, desperate now. "you've seen me so fucked up, like⌠really. trippinâ, messy, all of it. and you still loved me. you've seen my soul, for real. I don't got that with anybody else and I don't want it. I just want you. I just love you, I fuckin' love you." he rants earnestly, smushing his face into ur stomach. u feel his tears, a further silent plea and weight of his guilt. and you still can't help but cave. you've both seen each other at your rawest, been thru so much together, and he's right â even if u get a guy who treats u better, who's Mr. perfect, he'll never EVER love or accept u fully like Hollis does.
never reach those emotional places with u, those mental places. it'd just never be the same â that part of you would always be missing.
reluctantly, u snake ur hands into his hair. "youâre gonna ruin me one day," you say quietly, resigned. "I know," he admits, voice breaking. "and you're the worst boyfriend ever,"
"I know," he cries into you, clutching you tighter like youâre all he has left. and in a way, u are.
"I deserve somebody better than you,"
"I know, baby." he nods weakly, looking up at u like he's bracing for you to finally walk away. "i'm sorry," he whispers. you shake your head, refusing to look at him, and he kisses down your thighs. "i'm sorry," he muffles between each kiss.
his hands make quick work of your shorts, raking them down your legs slowly. u puff on the cig detachedly, watching him. "i'm so so sorry," he murmurs, "please, let me show u how fuckin sorry I am" he begs, spreading ur leg to slide over his shoulder, pressing you lightly against the wall.
he rubs at u through ur panties and immediately hooks a finger inside, dipping it into your cunt testingly. "fuck, please... wanna taste u, baby, want my girl's pussy to suffocate me."
you shiver against him. when he talks demeaningly, acts demeaningly, it's your temporary solution to how low he makes u feel. counterintuitively, it'll make u feel worse later, and you know it, but your relationship is built on these fucked patterns anyway, so u decide the future pain is worth it. "don't deserve it, holli."
"i don't," he shakes his head knowingly, ashamed.
"no, you don't, you deserve the type of girls you fuck withâall these fuckin' whores. you don't deserve everything I am. deserve all these groupie bitches â ur just like them."
"i'm a fuckup, just like the girls I run to," he admits quietly.
"yeah you are. mhm." you nod slowly, hands tightening at the root of his hair, tugging, forcing him to nod along with you, a bitter smile tugging at your lips.
"i don't deserve your pussy," he says, looking right at you, all shame and messedâup pain in his eyes, like itâs really killing him to say it.
"no. and look at you? you're fucking crying at my feet for it. you're so miserable inside u fuck these sluts to try and feel something, prove you're the guy, and then come home and beg at your girlfriend's feet to eat her pussy. you're disgusting, 2hollis. you're such a fucking joke." you sneer, using his stage-name, that fake, performative persona to really demean him and expose his shame to his own self-loathing.
''fine,'' you say coolly, shrugging like itâs nothing. "do what you always do. make yourself feel better while acting like a fuckin' pussy."
"thank you," he says softly, "thank u for giving me your cunt."
and fuck, is he what he so nicely eats. he whines and whimpers loudly as he licks through your folds, big hands gripping your ass tight and rocking u forward over his face, encouraging you to abuse his tongue.
he keeps his mouth on you, eyes locked up on yours like he's scared to look away, like you'll disappear. he's a mess about it, breathing all fucked, sloppy with it, way too desperate and rushed. the faint sheen of his tears, the torment and shame in his eye â for once, you believe him. it's not an act, not the stage shit, not the cool persona. it's just ugly and real. he's broken in that quiet, embarrassing way, like he never figured out how to be famous and still be the same loser he's always been â and he hates himself for it.
he really fuckin' hates himself, as per what you feel. he's eating u so good it takes everything in you to not moan, not to give him that satisfaction. but the cig is buzzing ur head, ur standing up right, getting absolutely fucked on by his tongue, and you don't know how much more of it you can silently take.
his jaw is fucking relentless, smacking against your thigh with how hard his tongue thrashes against your clit. it's all wet, warm, and noisy, interpolated with the sounds of his gentle, tearful whines.
his nose, resting right at your mound, huffs air over it, with hollis subconsciously attempting to catch his breath, each shallow and short. he's losing air fast, but he doesn't stop. can't. he just holds u closer, tight, so damn desperate, like if he lets go, you'll go, and he ticks his head sideways to delve in even harder, vaccuming your clit into his hungry mouth and trapping it between his soft, pink, slicked-up lips, sucking and sucking and working his jaw.
you let a soft moan slip out when the ridges of his teeth unintentionally nibble at your clit, the sudden sting of pleasure caused by the graze of his teeth shooting through your nerves, giving the final push needed to lose yourself.
you lose all reserve and hold his head still as you rut against his face, using him like he's nothing but a fucktoy, just there for you. you moan out, and automatically, with half your head still active, pull ur top up and squish at ur tit whilst you rock against him, and almost think just by the look on his face and the groans he's releasing, that he came with you. by the time you pull him out to finally breathe, there's slick on his jaw, nose, and cheekbones. yours.
you grin pleasedly. "don't bother washing that off tonight."
"then i'll have to give u another one before ur show tomorrow. let whatever hoe u try to fuck with taste me."
"no other girls, baby, no â never, I swear," he avows solemnly. you scoff upsetly, "why stop now? you don't wanna share me with your girls, baby?" you feign sadness, pouting. he shakes his head. "want u to m-myself," he moans out as u start rubbing over him with your foot, the tent in his pants visible.
"too bad. while you're performing, know what i'm gonna do? i'm gonna go out, bring a guy back, and i'm gonna fuck him on our bed."
he goes still, like the words knock the air clean out of him. "âŚdonât, baby, please" he pleads, voice trembling with pleasure and fear all at once.
"only okay when you do it, hm?" you tisk.
he starts sobbing, shaking all over, choking out, "I-Iâm such a fuckinâ loser, baby⌠I donât deserve you⌠I love you, I swear, I swear I love you more than anythingâŚ" he presses kisses to your knees and calf as your foot keeps nudging his swollen cock, toenails scratching at his tip teasingly through his pants, the leather scraping loudly with each movement.
"shut up, 2. you look disgusting like this. get on your knees and crawl to the bedroom." you order, and he does just that, so fuckin' ridiculously.
you let him get his headstart, and when u get moving, u kick him aside on your way past, fully naked, ass jiggling with each step, smoking a cigarette, hair beautiful and blown out from the wildness of your ride on his face. what else could he have possibly dreamed for? you couldn't believe he'd possibly let himself kneel over anybody else but the goddess you were.
you examined yourself in the mirror, posing, serving angles as he reached the doorway, getting up hesitantly. despite the height difference, in that moment he felt so much smaller than you in every way. and despite the fact that everything in the house â your entire closet, the beauty products lining the vanity, all of it â was paid for by him, he felt like nothing next to the goddess you were. "get on the bed. pants and boxers off," you command, and he obeys instantly. he waits for you, eyes wide, tears drying in faint streaks down his face.
his dick stands perfectly stiff, twitching as he watches you, eager. you feel his eyes drifting over you, head to toe, then back to your face as you pose in the mirror, keenly aware hes watching every move.
"you're forgetting something," you remind him, and he stares back at you lostly, the visible heartbreak in his eyes turning you on ridiculously. "where the hell is your condom at?" he throws his head back messily, worn-thin and flustered. "câmon, princess, I-Iâ" he stammers, and you narrow your eyes at him sharply, silently daring him to fight u about it, all it takes for him to scramble, picking up his jeans and fishing into the back pocket for one. You watch him fit it on, gritting his teeth sensitively the instant his hand makes contact with his reddened, sensitive dick.
"want me to fuck you, loser?"
he trembles, tortured by this helplessness, hand coming up to your waist to steady you.
"off, hands off me." you warn.
"sorry, baby." he drops his hand quickly, trembling.
"for touching me or for cheating on me?" fuck, you're obsessedâlove how many laps ur running around his head. he's so distraught and wrecked, and it breaks his brain every time. "what's it gonna take?" he pleads, staring into your eyes trying to gauge where you actually stand with him. "i'll change, I swear, but how do I make you forgive me?" - "think you'll get me another car? fill up my closet again? buy me and my girls a trip? think all of that will make me forget?" you ease his tip inside u and he wails out messily. "ohh, shit, baby⌠ohh, oh my god." he moans, throwing his head back, mouth agape.
you swivel your hips messily, bouncing on the tip of his length. the squelching sound of your cunt against the plastic log his cock is is loud, sloshing, and wet. he's so hard u feel his veins even through the rubber, and you breathe out to disguise your pleasure.
"fuck me back, holli. fuck your princess back like it's the last time you get to." you taunt him, and he starts shaking his head, hips bucking up into you despite himself. "no, no, no, no, baby" he whimpers.
"yes, holli," u moan into his ear, hands twisting into his hair. he starts tearing up once again immediately, hands planted on your waist, bringing u up & down messily and repeatedly.
"give it your all for me, baby, make your little princess feel good."
"I love you, baby, I love you," he cries, eyes shut in ecstasy and simultaneous desperation.
with his eyes glazed, your face buried in his neck pressing hard, his dick slips out of you a few times, clumsily. he feels incredibly good for no reason and u guys find the perfect rhythm to fuck each other at. you resolve to flip over â riding him reverse cowgirl, your ass smacking against his hipbones each time u come down, sliding and grinding against him. he moans, grabbing onto it, touching u everywhere, drowning in pleasure and your glory. his brain floods him with panic about how heâs about to lose all of this. he fights to keep his eyes open and watch in case this really is the last time, the challenge made impossible with the tears blurring his vision. you reckon that must be the wet smear on his fingers, his tears, when he grabs at the nape of your neck, twisting you around so you can face him and allow him to implant this image in his mind. you moan out loudly in that moment, speeding up your pace atop him â his tearful, pained expression serving as true stimulation to you. heâs so gorgeous as he cries, feeding the insecure part of you that aches for his reciprocated pain, and your head runs wild at his visage of suffering.
you caress his balls while rocking down fully on him, and he breaks into whimpers, his broken sounds like a full-on wail. he reels you in flat over him, hand wrapped around your throat, other around your stomach, arms tight as he holds you to him.
he clamps his legs over yours, keeping them nice and open as he ruts into your cunt madly, kissing your cheek, sucking at your neck, one hand gripping at your tit. his hips buck crazy fast. "i'm sorry," he whimpers, "i'm so fuckin' sorry."
you moan loudly, taking him, chasing every inch when it leaves. it's like your bodies won't nd can't disconnect â he's pushing up into your guts and you're rutting down to chase after his length once it briefly retracts, fighting through his strong grip to be able to do so. you're actually magnetized to each-other. your toes sting from all the stimulation; he's effectively in your every sense fully absorbed, filling everything up completely.
"anythin' you want, princess, just tell me baby, i'll give it to you. i'll do it for you."
you don't respond, just moan messily, and it aggravates both him (and his hips), which become even more furious, like he' s trying to poke you into talking to him.
"talk to me, baby, please," he pleads, voice shaky and yearning. You ignore him, panting, lost in the haze of it all as he moves even faster, moaning at his increased pace.
"can I kiss you?" he begs airlessly, voice cutely quivering and still somehow managing to piss you off. "no, 2, justâjust shut up," you finally snap, giving him a sharp shake of your head, one he can really feel with every movement pressing against his grip on your throat.
he grunts and moans out. "ur drivin' me crazy, baby, pleaseee" he slurs, fucked out beyond reckoning, holding you tight, sweat slicked and messy.
you arch your hips down, wedging his cock in the depths of your pussy, so deep inside you feel every inch of him scratching those itches of pleasure in your core.
"fuck, I'm gonna cum," you announce breathlessly, "right there, stay right there and go harder, gonna cum on your fat dick." you shout, and he listens instantly, burrowing himself deep, pounding in instead of giving u those frantic, erratically good strokes.
"tell me youâre a loser," you demand menacingly, right in his ear, "say it."
âiâm a loser. i should've never fucked it up, you're the only girl I want, baby. youâre so gorgeous, so outta my league,â he praises, hand coming down to fiddle with your throbbing clit, completely focused on your pleasure.
"know how many guys want you, iâm so lucky you're actually mine." your whole body is electric with pleasure at his acknowledgment of the power you wield over him. your mind runs fantasies of fucking another guy on the scene, somebody he hates, and sending him the tape. you picture how heartbroken he'd be, how he'd probably drop songs about you for years, and how you'd play it while getting ready, detached. ultimately, though â you doubt he'd ever break up with you even if that were the case. you guys just love each other too much and too wrong.
"canât believe I have to let this dick go" you say sweetly, "maybe I should keep you around just for this, hm? just for this big fucking cock. fucks me so good â wonder if any of the other guys are gonna fuck me better."
"donât say that, please⌠donât," he chokes out, tears spilling down his pretty face.
"want you to keep me around forever, wanna marry you, princess. want you to have our babies." you look down between your legs, watching his fingers work at your clit relentlessly, all slicked up and shiny. you come undone without warning, and shudder violently, pussy clenching and spasming around him as you scream, moaning loudly, provoking him to spill right after you. he grits his teeth and sobs, cumming a bucket load, all over and into nothing but his protection. "fuck⌠baby," he whimpers smally, and you wind your hips slowly against him, riding out your orgasm greedily for a tad bit until you settle. you guys stay intertwined like that for a long minute, maybe longer, neither moving nor speaking, just existing in the aftermath. it's quieter now. the calm after the storm.
"you alright?" hollis asks softly, kissing ur cheek, voice careful and timid. you guys are so real now, stripped down completely. you press your face into his chest, silent. "I don't know."
author note 2:
guys WE are taking cheater! hollis back WE, US!
tysm for all the support guys urr all so frickin` sweet :00
just imagining fighting him for dominance. you two make it to the bedroom and start making out, he pushes you on the bed and is standing there towering over you. youâre both a little out of breath and he pulls his shirt off slow. youâre both locked in this staring contest like neither of you is backing down first. his hand drops and he starts palming himself while still looking straight at you. âyou gonna be a good girl?â he asks all low. you look up at him with puppy dog eyes and say âyes sir.â thatâs when he climbs on top of you and starts kissing and biting your neck, making his way to your mouth but before he can you stop him and gasp âwait.â he freezes and you meet his eyes all innocent and then a smirk slips out. you lean in to his ear and whisper âgood boy.â he pulls back with this shocked look that you still decided to challenge him and then he just loses it and devours you.
I wish I had real friends. I wanna hang out in someone's bedroom. I want someone to randomly call me. I want to get a text when I'm bored at home that they're parked outside my house. I want to be surprised on my birthday. I want to be taken to a random parking lot in the middle of the night when we're getting rowdy. I want to be invited to lunch on weekends. I wish I mattered that much to anyone.
tags: 18+ minors dni / fem reader / reader is drunk / hair that can be touched / m!receiving oral / deepthroating / cum swallowing / nipple play / mild exhibition / - let me know if i missed something.
author's note: this was not meant to be 2k. đŹ
Itâs a party - Luffy got into one of his moods, the ones where he doesnât care about what anyone else thinks and just does whatever he wants. And tonight he wanted a party with plenty of food and juice and music. Brook has been on overtime, clearing enjoying himself on the stage has he plays is guitar for the party goers. Everyone is doing something, and Zoro can see all of it from his corner of the ship. Itâs a bit secluded, a little quieter than anywhere on the ship and he leans against the railing with plenty of sake to curb his wanting. From his corner he can see Sanji impressing people with his skills and Franky dancing with Chopper, Usopp regaling people of the town with stories of their adventures and Luffy among them laughing. As his lone dark eyes goes to search for the girls - Nami, Robin and you his ears pick up on some giggling.
Speak of the devil.
Robin as usual is the most composed, not a trace of pink on her warm skin as she smiles at him. You and Nami however, are more than a little drunk. Nami is red in the face and wobbles in her heels as she giggles against your head. As he brings his eyes to you, Zoro canât help but sigh. You are by far the drunkest - flushed down to your chest and you had taken off your shoes as they hang in your fingers. Clearly Nami had dressed you for the night, a short muted cream color dress hugged at your figure and your hair was curled. He tries not to look too closely at you given your state but you normally donât show a lot of skin day to day. It proves to be a bit of a test for the swordsmen, and it only gets harder when Robin says sheâs leaving you with him.
âItâs only natural, you two do have that sort of relationship,â she raised a thin and dark brow at him - sheâs teasing Zoro acknowledges with a grumble. âWho else could I leave her with in this state? Sanji?â
She laughs at the way the swordsmanâs face darkens at the thought - easing him with a wave of her hand and telling him she merely jests. He takes her from you, and Robin merely smiles at the faint blush on his tan face at how he gently holds you to his side, your head on his chest as you lean on him with your eyes shut. When you were moving your face had grown tense, dizzy from the lack of balance due to amount of alcohol you had consumed prior. But now that you are in his hold you relax, sighing and nuzzling into his green coat and mumbling quietly - though his name comes out tumbling from your glossed lips once or twin. His hand rubs at your back, holding you close as he calls out to Robin to learn what it is that happened to get you like this.
âYou can blame our navigator for this mess.â She laughs, adjusting her grip on Nami who had started to squirm. âOne of the ladies in town started a drinking contest, stating that sheâd mark down booze for the party if Nami had won. You know how she is when a deal is involved. When she couldnât keep up she tagged in our second little doctor - and you know how she is when someone asks for help.â Robin recounted the story with unquestionable fondness as she turned to take Nami to the girls room on the ship. Zoro only nodded, feeling a twinge of annoyance in his stomach at you being dragged into a mess so stupid as a drinking contest by your goody two shoes nature. He understands you want to help your friends, but you donât even drink enough to have any semblance of tolerance like the others do.
When Robin is out of view, he looks down at you with a stern look on his face only for it to soften when he sees how you nuzzle into his coat, a smile on your pretty face. You sigh his name, all soft and lovesick and you wrap your arms around his wide torso.
âWhats the matter with you, huh?â He asks, his voice softer than he usually talks and Zoro tries not to look too far down the front of your dress with you pressing up against him(he can perfectly see how your tits are pushed together by whatever bra Nami told you to wear with this dress). You hum, opening your eyes lined with a pretty shimmer to murmur to him,
âI missed you.â He huffs through his nose.
âYouâve seen me all day.â Your hand pushes away the flap of his coat to gain access to his bare skin, your finger traces the long but thin scar across his chest with things heâs always felt unworthy of. Affection, adoration as you look up at him now with a coquettish flutter of your lashes as you undo to the red tie around his waist and pop open his coat.
âNot that kind of missing you.â You confess, voice earnest and wanting. Through his thick head he picks up on the breathlessness of your voice and the heat in your eyes. He is quick to shake his head at you.
âYouâre drunk - â he starts only to freeze when you start to kiss at his chest. Goosebumps and a small smattering of pink begins to dust over his skin. Your fingers begin to skirt down the the green haramaki he wears. The stoic man before can help but shiver at your gentle touch. Your lips leave behind marks of sticky berry pink, and Zoro hisses at the faint marks you leave as you let your teeth nip at his taunt skin.
âYou donât have to touch me,â you murmur as your hands pull down the green fabric until itâs down his legs. Your fingers still at the waist band of his pants, ring finger gently pressing against the button of his pants. âBut I want to touch you - please?â
What you know is that Zoro will indulge you - weak to the sparking heat in your eyes and the pout on your colored lips. What you donât know is how Zoro is thinking about all the ways he is going to punish himself through vigorous training for being so weak willed, being easily tempted by you and the flutter of your eyelashes. What the hell did he train for if he can be so easily dismantled by a request he normally wouldnât even indulge?
But itâs different, he realizes as he sees how you smile, drunk on something else that isnât drink. Itâs you whoâs asking, and Zoro knows with flushed cheeks that you are his one and only weakness. Before booze, or fame, or fear of failing - you bring out the weak and frail earthly desires that rest in his flesh. Itâs how you got him like this, his back to the wooden wall with you on your knees, eager and wanting. You undo the button of his pants, eyes focused on the half-hard print of his cock against his last layer as you keep your gaze on his face. Zoro does not believe in any gods, he has never had to pray to the heavens for anything but there must be something divine with how good you look like this.
Your dress riding up so he can see almost the whole of your thighs, the skin soft and plush, utterly inviting. Utterly ruining. The warm sea breeze dances over his cock but itâs nothing to compared to the heat of your mouth as you press a kiss to the head, staining it with your lipstick. You must feel him shiver, and you open your eyes and itâs humiliating that you can have more clarity in this situation than he does - you ask if heâs alright, and press another kiss to his cock this time to the shaft and Zoro feels like heâs going to die.
One tan, large, calloused hand with a square palm and long fingers goes to your head. His fingers lace through your hair, thumb rubbing against your hair to feel itâs silkiness in a brief moment of affection. Zoro is guiding your head to take his cock, you realize with a shuddering gasp and a dimness taking over your eyes. Itâs head pops into your mouth and you donât see how tightly he has to clench his fist - so tightly that his bones creak in his skin at how perfect your mouth in around the most sensitive part of his cock. You moan around the salt of his precum and you hear him curse.
âFuck.â Deep from within his chest and voice cracking at the last syllable as he groans, gray eye shutting in pleasure when you moan around him in your mouth. Your head bobs, greedy with some sick desire to both please and torment him. To break him and to piece him back together. Heâs so handsome like this, you watch his throat bob and sweat run down the vein of his neck as his grip in your hair tightens. It makes you clench, how hard Zoro tries to be honorable - to not use you for his pleasure when you are so very willing to be used by a man like him. Strong in character and body, handsome with a scarred face and strong jaw. Youâve loved him for a long time, and will love him for longer which is why you donât mind being like this ; ruled by the headiness in between your legs as you swallow around him just feel him shudder and groan above you.
Youâre more than half way around him, you can feel his cock twitch against your tongue and you hum - utterly pleased with yourself as darker green hairs tickle your nose. Turning your head and sucking hard on his length thatâs pressing down your throat. You canât yourself you think, thoughts and needs jumbled into one messy pounding between your legs. With your head moving to fuck his cock, your hands come down to the top of your dress, going into the fabric to push out your tits. The sit pretty in your palms, nipples being tweaked at by your thumbs to make you whine around the thickness of his cock.
âDamn.â Zoro sighs, pushing your head gently in a rhythm that isnât too harsh on your throat - a gentle back and forth, a little faster than what you were doing. Itâs comfortable like this for you, letting your mind simply go blank and play with your nipples that are hard and sensitive from your constant tweaking.
âYou needed this bad, huh?â His deep voice comes from above you, eye transfixed on how easily you reveal yourself to him, your eyes lidded and thighs pressing against to each other to ease some of the wanting you must be feeling. That your cunt is feeling - hot and wet and soft. The thought of it makes him lick his lips, and his starts moving your head for you. Faster than before.
When you whine he only scoffs, voice deep and gruffer than ever - âCome on, finish up your fun so I can take care of you. Donât make me wait.â
Something about his tone, demanding and commanding makes you moan around his length as you take it the deepest you have all night, swallowing around it so greedily you donât realize that his cock twitched and swelled in itâs confines until Zoroâs form tenses from above you. It happens so fast he doesnât even have a chance to pull out - he groans, ragged and broken as his cum spills down your throat.
You swallow it without complaint and it makes him shiver and something competitive blooms in his stomach. As he pulls his cock from your mouth slowly, and sees how it glistens in the lights that were strung up for the party, Zoro decides then and there he will get you back and more for this. The two of you barely have a chance to cover up before he picks you up and takes you to his room. You donât even have a chance to tease about how hard you made him cum before the door shuts behind you - spelling out your own fate.
non sexual intimacy!!!! bathing together, washing each other, playing with each other's hair, kissing every inch of their body, writing love letters on their back with your finger, connecting their moles and freckles to create constellations on their skin, running your hands up and down their thighs, ugh just expressing physical love without it having to be about sex!!!!
I like to imagine Usopp enjoys spending time with the Mini Merry 2, telling her about all the adventures that the Straw Hats go on - like he used to do for Kaya back home. Just to make sure the Merry isn't missing anything <3
Zoro isnât dumb heâs the one who figured out how to combat Bon Clayâs devil fruit, heâs the one who saw through Braroque Workâs façade and stayed alert throughout the night, heâs the one who kept his cool and helped guide the crew when Robin disappeared and Usopp left them, heâs the one who can always rationalize and assess the level of threat the SHs are facing and point out where they priorities should lie, heâs the one who always starts a fight with several strategies and starts writing them off one by one the more he learns about his opponent.
Zoroâs an idiot when he was dying via being turned into wax he decided to fucking pose so heâd die looking cool, he got lost on a literal straight path and just stared at the ocean in shock, he amused himself by imitating tarzan st Skypea, âThey told me to go North so I started climbingâ, he is in so much debt he owes Nami his entire ass at this point, he decided training shirtless in below freezing temperatures was the best idea of all time, he arrived first to Sabaody and began ranking his crew in order of arrival. Do you get it?
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