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“Zoro? Are you busy?”
“'M trying to rest,” he says without opening his eye. He sits on the bench of the crow’s nest, clad only in a towel, heated and exhausted after a morning of training, his perspiration-slicked body glistening in the light of the afternoon sun. “I’m tired.”
“How tired?”
“Tired.” He knows that tone in your voice, can picture the pout on your lips as you’re speaking—without even so much as a glance at you, he knows exactly why you’re here.
“But how tired?”
He cracks his eye open to get a look at you and confirm his suspicions. You stand before him, body now slotted in between his spread legs; you're chewing on your lower lip, your legs pressed tightly together, as you shift from one foot to the other.
Zoro can only sigh and shake his head, a chuckle rumbling deep within his chest-–he thinks you’re utterly irresistible all the time, but he has a special weakness for when you come to him like this, like you’re craving something, need him to satisfy a wanton hunger like only he can. It awakens a raging fire deep within him to see you aching and yearning and almost too ashamed to ask for what you want, the words balancing on the tip of your tongue.
“Aww, what’s the matter? Feeling lonely?” He grasps at your waist and pulls you forward, just hard enough so you stumble a little into him.
You turn your head, avoiding the heat of his gaze. “Maybe.”
“Poor thing. Bet you need something from me, don’t you?” He knows just how to torment you, needling at you until you’re forced to say the words out loud, forced to let your desire spill from your lips.
You give a shy nod as you fidget in place.
A wicked smile creeps across his lips. “Hmm, I can’t be sure what you want if you don’t tell me.”
“I want you, Zoro,” you murmur, as a fire burns hot in your face. “Want you inside me.”
He runs his calloused thumb across your cheek. “Well then let me rest a little while and I’ll give you whatever you need, I promise.”
“Zoro,” you whine, extending out the last “o” into a soft moan. “I want you now though. Please?”
“My baby even says ‘please’? You must be feeling needy. “
You pout at him. “Zoro, don’t tease me, I just need you so much, you know that.”
There it is—there’s that urgent longing in your voice that makes you so hard to resist. He hikes his towel up and pats his muscled thigh. “If you’re so desperate, sweetheart, you can use this.”
“Aw, come on,” you say, leaning over and placing your hands on his firm chest, kissing along his neck, down his broad shoulders. “Won’t you fuck me? Just for a little while?”
He lets out a low groan, feels his cock starting to harden under the thin, white cloth as you nip at his neck, your teeth dragging against his skin. Zoro would give you everything you ever wanted if he could—he’d gift you all the gold in the world, steal you every ship in the world government’s fleet, let only the finest sake pass through your luscious lips, and most certainly he would give you every inch of his cock whenever you demand it, bury himself in you to the hilt and provide you every bit of satisfaction you needed any hour of the day. But he couldn’t bend to your every whim all the time, or at least that’s what he tried to tell himself when you’d come to him, breathy and insatiable and practically salivating—he’d surely spoil you if he let you get away with it, no matter how much he wanted it, too.
“N-no,” he manages to finally sputter, placing a hand on your shoulder. “I gave you an option. Take it or leave it.”
“Then I guess I’ll take what I’m given.” You slide your shorts off easily, and slowly, teasingly remove your panties, being sure to bend over as you slid them down to your ankles.
“Tch,” Zoro scoffs as he take in the sight of your ass on full display, licking his lips at the brief glimpse of your slit, already glistening with slick. “Like you have a choice.”
You turn around, placing one knee on the bench, your other foot on the floor to steady yourself as you lower yourself onto his dense thigh. He smirks and leans back, closing his eye again and placing his arms behind his head, feeling smug at denying you the privilege of having his cock inside of you, and instead making you debase yourself on his thigh.
You start to grind on his leg, greedily pushing your hips down onto him, dragging your quivering cunt over him again and again, your juices leaking onto him, soaking his skin with every movement. He reflexively tenses his thigh, and you keen at the feeling of taut, cabled muscles pressing against your sensitive core, jolts of pleasure ricocheting through you as you gyrate your hips in slow, insistent circles. You place your hand on his shoulder, fingers digging into his flesh, trying to keep yourself upright and you buck your hips against his powerful leg, feeling every twitch of his muscles against your tender clit.
The sound of your moans, your shallow gasps as you take your pleasure from him, is all beginning to be too much for Zoro to ignore; his cock pulses and twitches under the towel, growing ever harder with every sweet sigh of yours. He opens his eye and takes in the sight of you, how you rhythmically roll your hips over him, sweat starting to bead at your temples as you work desperately to find release. How can he possibly rest when your luscious body is right there in front of him—your chest heaving, your eyes shut, lips parted, head tilted back as you whimper and whine so beautifully for him? How can he ignore you when you’re dragging your slick-coated, puffy cunt lips over his tensed leg, your wetness glistening on his tanned skin?
He lowers a hand down and pulls the towel to the side, starts palming the length of his aching cock, running his thumb in circles over the throbbing tip, his hand no substitute for the soft warmth of your petal-soft folds. He groans as he starts to thrust up into his hand to the tempo of your movements, tormenting himself with the sight of you wantonly chasing your high, before finally gasping, “Okay, that’s enough.”
You let out a surprised yelp as he grabs you by the hips, his fingertips sinking into your soft flesh, and he pulls you into his lap, the swollen, leaking tip of his cock pressing urgently against your drenched entrance.
“You’re just not gonna let me get any rest, are you?” he asks as you sink down onto him, as though he would ever want it any other way.