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[bitchimasnake-sss]

🎧thinkin' about: zoro and his bandana

inspired by this post.

cw: over-stimulation, oral (m!receiving), edging and denial, pathetic men, a bit of dacryphilia, begging, use of "good boy". dom!reader x sub!zoro. zoro being submissive.

obviously, zoro is a scary man. obviously, the way zoro handles those swords leaves you a bit dumbfounded every time. obviously, zoro's called the demon of the sea for a fucking reason. you knew all that, zoro knew all that too.

but oh, well, who would have believed that the man in front of you now was the same roronoa zoro?

a lone sweat drop dragged down the plane of his cheeks, down his jawline and onto his shuddering chest. his tanned cheeks were dusted pink, his wrist bound by the same wretched bandana that he wore when he aimed to kill. and now, he was the man on the verge of death.

"b-baby." zoro rasped, eyes barely open, words barely lucid as you drag your soft palms over his shaft slowly, "ease up, c'mon."

and you can't help but laugh. he sounds so adorable when he's fucked out. he has a good stamina, you of all people know that, but even he's bound to crash and burn when you've been edging him relentlessly for an eternity, it seemed.

you had been dragging your soft hands, spitting on his cock so sinfully before running your hands all over again. you had been so kind to even kiss his tip and lick down his pretty cock a few times, but every goddamn time his breath started to stutter, his thigh muscles clenched and he threw his head back, you stopped.

"b-babe, please." he tried again, this time trying to buck his own hips up to gain some frictions, "c'mon, please. no, w-wait—"

you pulled your soft hands away. giving him a cashmere smile, "but zo', i told you to sit still."

"'m sorry, 'm sorry please." he nodded deliriously, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he tried to settle down again. his hips were so jittery, biceps flexing mindlessly as he tried not to disobey you by touching himself. you were sure it ached, you were sure he was about to almost break down. and that excited you.

you knew zoro was strong enough, he could tear that precious bandana in a microsecond if he tried. but how could he try when his mind was so far beyond saving? he was a man drunk on your hands, and your lips, and your pretty pussy. you had rendered him useless.

"beg for it, zo'."

"please, p-lease," his voice was hoarse, hips barely staying still as he tried to rut into the air, "please, let me cum once."

"just once?" you hummed, running a manicured nail down his chest down to his happy trail.

"n-no" his eyes widened and you could see tears about to pool, "but atle-atleast once, please?" he nodded again, "i'll be good, i'll be s'good for you, promise."

"promise?"

he nodded again and a pretty tear made it past his eyes, "please."

"good boy." you spit and the transparent strings fell down your lips and onto him, splattering a little bit on his v-line and abs. as you started moving your hands over his dick again, he groaned in delight. and you were sure that the demon of the sea lost his mind as you finally took him in your mouth.

tongue swirling around his angry tip, tasting the salty pre that you had milked out of him. your hand worked on the base of the shaft, another one playing with his balls as you tried to break him all over again.

"f-fuckin' hell, fuck hah—" zoro bucked into your mouth, actions no longer in his control as his eyes rolled back and his mouth fell open. incoherent jambles of your name fell past his lips, hot tears pricking at his eyes as you demolished the very foundation of him.

sucking him like your life depended on it. cheeks hollowed, hands moving up and down, up and down, up and down so fast around his cock that he lost his mind. he keened into you, desperate hips rutting into your mouth and hands to chase a release that he had been deprived of till now.

"please." he hissed, voice far past deranged. what was he even begging for?

you hummed around his, nimble fingers playing with him like he was your favourite toy. and his breath grew laboured, sweat drops cascading down his jaw and onto his broad chest, "i-'m close."

the man didn't even give you a moment lest you change your mind again. a second later, hot, white filled your mouth. shit. some slid down to your hands, painting them in pearlescent white. a few drops dribbled past your pretty lips, down your chin. shit. too much. eyes clenched shut, thighs pressed against each other, you gulped down the slightly salty liquid.

as you tried to collect your breath, you heard the ominous sound of fabric tearing. a strong hand grabbed ahold of your jaw, a thumb swiping to collect the wayward flowing fluid just to shoved it back into your mouth again.

you looked up at roronoa zo— no. the demon of the sea.

and he grinned, something primal, feral, as he stared you down.

"your turn, pretty."

a/n: NOT PROOFREAD, MY BAD. got nothing more to say other than i love me some sub!men, and i love this post by @buuuonnn. yes, that's my justification for this monstrosity. tagging: @mist-ixx @brairslair m.list likes, reblogs, comments are always appreciated hotties <3