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shy-writer-999 · 3 months ago

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Happy Halloween and happy last day of Kinktober!

Summary: Zoro misses you. When he goes to take a nap in your bed (his safe space), his imagination gets the better of him. ~1.9k words. This is a teaser for a longer fic I have coming out mid-late November!

CW: Smut. Dry humping, masturbation, desperate Zoro, praise (slight degradation too?), afab reader with gendered language.

MINORS DNI. NSFW CONTENT.

Zoro walked into your cabin and closed the door. It had been another long day of dodging the navy. Also, the shit cook had really gotten to him that day, along with training particularly hard to distract himself from your absence. He was exhausted, counting down the long days until your return.

He took off his clothes (except for his underwear) and collapsed onto your bed. It was a safe space for him. It smelled like you, felt like you, simulated your presence. He buried his face in your pillow, laying on his chest with his head in the plush.

A deep inhale—you were there. If not in body, then spirit (and scent).

The swordsman laid like this for a while. His breath slowed, his eyes drooped, his heart soothed.

He drifted into sleep.

The feeling of your soft skin on his rough palms. The smell of your hair, soft and familiar. Glimpses of your skin glowy, your smile tinged with traces of sweet embarrassment. Every inch of you, every feature and curve—he was wrapped up in you. A form of escapism after a long day. To be completely with you, if only in a dream.

Zoro craved you. Desperately. A comfort and reprieve that was at the same time exhilarating and profoundly comforting—that’s how your love felt to him. Something radically rewarding, a free fall into both bliss and endless possibilities. As long as he had you, he could do anything. Vice versa.

To never hold each other back, to unconditionally support, to follow each other to the ends of the earth. Adoration. He melted into these feelings as he disengaged with the world around him.

It was a late evening nap. The sort where you can’t help but doze off, knowing that you won’t be able to sleep at a normal hour later that night.

Some indefinite amount of time passed. Zoro was dreaming of something. Some scenario where he touched you, kissed you, felt you, your body, your scent, your love.

At some point, he awoke reluctantly from his dream, returning back to fuzzy consciousness.

Zoro’s raging erection demanded immediate attention. Is that what woke him up? His face was still buried in your pillow, your skin on his palm lingered from his dreamscape, he could still feel you.

During his nap, he slept on his shoulder weird. He shifted, now awake, to relieve the tension and pain. In the process he grazed his hard cock on the bedsheets through his underwear, just barely, but it had been enough—it felt euphoric, electric, ecstatic.

He was so pent up with desire that the friction elicited a muted, desperate moan from him. His cock felt like it was on fire with pleasure, throbbing from one good rub on the fabric of your bedsheets.

It felt too good to ignore.

Slowly, Zoro rolled his hips onto your bed again. Another burst of pleasure.

He’d never dry humped your bed before and it felt like a newly discovered guilty pleasure. He felt pathetic and needy, missing his partner so much that he resorted to rubbing his hard cock on the bed. But that note of pitifulness made the pleasure more delicious to him. He was wallowing in it.

Another slow rock of his shaft against the sheets and a soft groan escaped his lips. His mind wandered.

You in prone bone. Zoro on top of you, pressing his chest into your back so hard you almost couldn’t breathe. His huge hands grasping your waist as he pushed his hips into yours, dragging his cock across your g-spot again and again until your toes curled and you were squirming against him, telling him you were about to cum. His weight on top of you would allow him to get a deeper angle, he listened to your labored breaths and feel your walls clench around him…

Pelvis forward, cock rubbing through his underwear onto the sheets again. Zoro gasped. His shaft pulsed and throbbed as he started to fully give in to the fact that he was humping your bed and getting off on it. He set a measured pace, saturating the fabric with precum out of desperation and arousal.

Another image. The act of him shoving his cock in your mouth and down your throat, watching your pretty lips lock around his tip and suck out every last drop of cum. His mind ran wild. Next, the image of his large hands pushing down on your head, forcing his cock as deep into your throat as he could until you cried.

“God, you’re fucking filthy.”

Every time you gagged, he said something nasty to you. You were dripping wet, fingering yourself as you took his cock to the neck. When you made eye contact with him and hollowed your cheeks, he shot cum down your throat.

Amidst more needy rutting on your covers, a different scenario passed through Zoro’s mind.

“You want my cum, baby? Beg for it.”

He had you in a mating press, his thick fingers digging into the supple skin of your thighs, pressing your knees back into your chest as his cock bullied your slippery folds.

You pouted and stared up at him, telling him to cum in you, on you, anywhere he wanted, as long as he came. Something about you begging him for his cum that made him feel deeply wanted and recognized—this was something impactful to Zoro. To be wanted so purely, so carnally.

When he came on your face in his fantasy, his hips grinded harder on your bed. He groaned, realizing how worked up he was getting.

Fuck it. Zoro pulled his cock out of his underwear completely. It was long and girthy, inflamed and sensitive.

Pressing his warm, already-sticky tip onto your covers, Zoro took a deep breath of your pillow and started rubbing his bare length onto your bed, humping it. Feral groans were stifled by the pillow that his face was buried in.

Zoro imagined you riding his face, using him to get off, and then begging him for his cock after you already came. Your eyes looked cock crazed and dilated. Drool trickled out of the corners of your mouth as you looked at him and begged.

“You’re so fuckin’ desperate for me, gorgeous. It’s unreal.”

He smiled at you, kissed you with lips wet from your own arousal, then lined up his cock with your entrance. Sliding it into you, he felt your walls clench around him. The whole time you moaned his name and dug your fingernails into his biceps. He relished the pain.

Still humping the bed, Zoro’s hand snuck down to his cock. He started to play with himself while he moved his hips, tugging his skin roughly while he smeared the pooling precum on his length and grinded on the bed. His fist stroked and pressed his tip down onto your sheets, rutting over them shamelessly.

Milky pearls lubed the defined ridge of his head, his veiny inches, and even his balls. He hissed in air through his teeth at the sensation, imagining that this wasn’t his fist; he preferred to imagine that his cock was buried deep inside of you, that the ring of hair around the base of his shaft pressed against your flesh.

He stuffed his cock in you then came in you (or on you) countless times. In his dreams, he could go for hours with no refractory period. He came anywhere he wanted until you were dripping with his hot cum, covered in it, oozing in it, crying for more. In his mind, he fucked his cum back into you and watch it leak out with wide, ravenous eyes.

“Mmmmmpppphhhh, fuck. You’re taking it so well for me, pretty girl. So fuckin’ tight for me.”

He groaned into the pillow, a deep, rumbling, muffled sound, then and pressed harder into the covers below with animalistic desperation. He fisted his cock faster and a clacking noise sounded in the room.

A sizable, saturated wet spot from his precum stained your bed. He didn’t care. He would deal with that later.

Zoro's body was glorious. Tanned, every muscle toned and defined, stunning and perfect. As he rolled his hips onto your bed, his whole body rippled. His arm was braced next to your pillow and his face was buried in it as he grunted and panted, thrusting below like he was fucking you and not getting off on the covers.

He whimpered as he got closer to orgasm—he imagined that he was biting your shoulder until it left a sunken crescent of tooth marks.

“F-fuck, so fuckin’ good for me, being so good.”

Zoro could see the whites of your eyes, your mouth hanging open, your eyelashes fluttering as he fucked into you, how your tits bounced every time he rammed his cock into you, every sound that would tumble out of your parted lips.

He was so lost in pleasure that he didn’t care how loud he was being. Guttural, gravelly moans created stifled, anguished sounds of lust and desperation. His mouth was open and because of how much moaning he was doing, he was literally drooling on your pillow.

Zoro was half-awake and so fucking horny that he was rutting his cock over your comforter, whining every time the sensitive spot under his head brushed on the soft fabric, keening your name repeatedly. The fact didn't escape him, and at this point, he wholly accepted it. Yes, he was fucking his fist and your bed. Yes, it felt amazing, and goddamn, he wished more than anything that you were there.

“Ah—ah—fuck, fuck, sweetheart, fuck I miss you.” Whenever he got desperate and close to orgasm, he lapsed into (almost) uncharacteristic sweetness. His hips grinded onto your bed ferociously and he rubbed his cock on the covers as fast as possible. “Fuck, I love you. You’re just so good for me. So perfect. Fucking p-perfect. Ah—fuck—fuck.”

Zoro imagined you riding him reverse cowgirl, pulling you up and down, helping you move on his cock, watching it disappear into you as you whined. He praised you until you creamed around his cock and it drip down his shaft.

You mewled his name, encouraging him to cum. “Zoro, more. I—fuck—I need more.”

He obliged and humped the bed faster than before. When he imagined your face while you came, he did the same.

“Fuck, fuck, Zoro, fuck. I’m gonna cum—fuck,” you squirmed around his cock and he brought you to the brink of orgasm. One last rut of his cock on the covers and both of you (Dream You and half-awake Zoro) came at the same time.

“God, you’re so good for me, baby. Fuck. ‘m cumming, fuck, gonna fuck you full—fucchhhhkkkk.” Zoro shuddered and came all over your bedsheets with one last twist of his hand around the head of his cock and thrust of it against the fabric. Hot white ropes painted your bed, the sheets you loved so much were now (most likely) ruined.

While he humped and spasmed, shooting his seed all over your bed, you had entered the room and closed the door behind you silently. It was an unexpected and early return that you were sure he would love. You watched him finish on and collapse into your bedsheets (and his own puddle of cum).

“Fuck, babe. You missed me that much?”

Zoro almost jumped in surprise. His cheeks were ruddy and eyes half-closed as he smiled sweetly. He looked so painfully good when he smiled like that, green hair mussed up from the (imaginary) sex, holding the base of his cock after his orgasm to ride out the pleasure as long as he could. He panted a bit, smiling, as you walked over to him and kissed him on the forehead.

“And you’re always calling me the needy one, Zoro.” You tutted and cupped his face with your hand, kissing him softly, fixing his hair and taking in his red cheeks. He hummed and you sat on the edge of the bed, looking at him for a minute before you realized how much cum there actually was.

“Sorry baby,” he mumbled out, eyes glossy and lidded. “I know these are your favorite sheets.”

Another few kisses on his soft lips. “That’s alright, sweetheart.”

and thats a wrap on kinktober! :0 im gonna miss it so much! i cant believe how much smut i wrote, my brain is tattered and feral by this point the bars of my enclosure are gone and i'm a public safety hazard

thanks for engaging with my content this month, im so grateful for everyone who checked it out!! (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

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