Zoro x Reader: Sidetracked

It was quite a warm day; a little too warm for you, to be honest. You laid up against the back railing of the Going Merry, gazing off at the vast sea in front of you. Sweat beads gathered at your temples, then ran down the sides of your face while your hair flapped in the breeze. You quickly wiped them away and shifted your gaze towards the deck of the ship.

You inhaled deeply, taking in the sweet aroma of Sanji’s magical cooking. It smelled so good, your stomach began talking to you—Luffy obviously smelled the same thing you did, seeing as though he was sprinting towards the kitchen with his mouth wide open.

“Meat! I smell meat! Sanji, you’re cooking me some meat, right?” 

You giggled to yourself and stood up as you watched Usopp and Nami head for the kitchen as well, beckoning you to follow. 

“Nami-chan! I made a special meal for you!” Sanji called out, opening the door to the kitchen and presenting her with a tray of assorted foods. He turned and looked up at you and sang, “_____, I have a special dish for you too!~”

And as soon as you saw it coming, it happened: Luffy ran straight into Sanji, knocking over every piece of food on the plates. You walked calmly down the stairs towards the clamor and laughed as you helped clean up.

“Luffy, you damn idiot! You just wasted all of this food that I made Nami-chan and _____!”

“It wasn’t my fault it smelled so good,” Luffy said casually through teeth gnawing on a piece of meat that had fallen.

“Don’t worry about it, Sanji,” you said smiling up at him, beginning to pick up a few plates. “None of us will let a single piece of your delicious cooking go to waste.”

Nami nodded and sat down, crossing her legs and picking up a half-intact bowl of pan noodles and beef. “_____ is right, no one is complaining!” 

Usopp sat down and followed Nami’s lead. He picked up a few things here and there, then was soon fighting Luffy over a piece of meat.

Sanji laughed and proceeded to compliment Nami on her beauty or some nonsense. You didn’t care about his flattery, so you ignored the comment he made to you; his remarks were a little unnecessary and annoying.

You then glanced around looking for Zoro. The lazy bastard was probably asleep somewhere, making no use of himself whatsoever. You sighed and gathered an assortment of food to take to him, since you knew he wouldn’t actually get up or anything. You then put the food on the biggest shard of a plate that you could find and got up to go look for him.

Your forehead was still perspiring and you kept flicking it off incessantly. You figured that because of the heat, Zoro was probably somewhere in the shade, so you first went to go check out the under deck and, to no surprise, there he was, sleeping as soundly as he always does. Stepping lightly down the stairs and walking over to him, you thought that you’d wake him with the smell of food, but he didn’t budge.

“Oye, Zoro,” you whispered. You nudged him slightly and set the half of a plate down. “Zoro, c’mon, wake up. I have food for you.”

He snored away, mouth open and all.

“Zoro,” you said a bit louder. “Zoro, get up you lazy bum!” You shook his shoulders slightly and poked at his ribcage to no avail.

You sat back up and sighed again. He’s impossible, you thought. Impossible.

You leaned back on your heels, crouched in front of him and began to study him—his features, his outfit, the way he slept so carelessly. The more you looked at him, the more attractive the man became. His scruffy green hair, his lightly tanned muscles, his…pants. His nice, tight, black pants…

“Maybe this’ll wake you up, you lug,” you smirked. You crawled towards him and began rubbing your hand up his inner thigh, then grasping on to the bulge at the top of his pants, stroking it ever so slightly.

His eyes snapped open and his face turned as red as a fiery sunset. You recoiled your hand quickly and giggled, blushing a bit yourself.

“What the hell, _____?!” he yelled, still blushing profusely. He sat up and tried to hide the fact that the bulge in his pants wasn’t getting any smaller. “What the actual hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Sanji made some food and I wanted you to have some before Luffy and Usopp ate it all,” you said nonchalantly, glancing around like you didn’t do anything out of the ordinary. You nudged the plate towards him so that it was within his reach. 

“You know you shouldn’t wake me from my naps,” he growled, still flustered. He readjusted himself so that his hand covered the top of his nice, tight, black pants.

You smiled and began to stand up to go rejoin the others, but his other hand flew to grab your wrist. He hung his head to hide the fact that he didn’t want you to leave so easily, so you carefully went back to your kneeling position. You noticed sweat beginning to gather on his forehead as well, indicating that even the shade couldn’t mask the immense heat…or maybe it was the fact that he was so embarrassed that he got excited over your touch.

You heard him chuckle slightly before he whispered persuasively, “You know, you can’t get a man excited if you don’t intend to finish him.” He slowly lifted his head, revealing a cheeky expression. He let go of your wrist, but you grabbed his.

This man is hella smooth, you thought, smirking right back at him.

With your grip on his wrists, he yanked you into his lap; the back of your hand now brushed against the swelling in those fucking tight-ass pants of his again. You couldn’t resist running your hand roughly up and down against that goddamn torturous spot… The sheer size of whatever he was barely hiding made your eyes flutter. He rolled his head on his shoulders, then pulled a coarse hand up to your jawbone and stroked it so delicately before clutching the back of your neck. You closed your eyes and felt the warmth of sweat-ridden lips embrace yours.

God, fuck, this man.

You straddled his lap and tried to feel every centimeter of him rubbing against your clit as his tongue grazed yours, your lips, your neck, your earlobes… His warm shallow breaths above your skin made more sweat begin to percolate around your temples, chest, and ribcage. His swordsman hands swept up and down your back and ass, and settled finally on your hips; he guided your motions over those fucking irresistible pants…

I’ve got to get those goddamn pants off of this man!! you screamed to yourself. 

You felt his hands find the string that held your anime tiddies in your skimpy bikini top and yank it until gravity had you at its mercy. You shoved his belly band up his rigid torso and finally —finally — undid those tight black pants. You quickly pulled them down enough to expose what you had so desperately been craving during this encounter — you only marveled for a brief moment, for you knew what you next needed to do. You pulled your hips back slightly and let your hands bring his cock upright, letting them turn synchronously in clockwise and counterclockwise motions as they rose and fell down his length.

He tilted his head back and let a growl slip from his throat, quickly moving his hands to grip your ass. He slipped his fingers beneath your bikini bottoms and squeezed your skin to the point you wanted to let out a small moan, but you didn’t falter: you let your tongue run over his neck while your meticulous hands worked on his cock.

He grabbed your waist and gently pushed you away, only to remove his shirt and instantaneously toss it aside. As you readied yourself to go back to his upper half, you stopped a few centimeters away from his face, feeling your anxious breath off of his skin.

He eyed you steadily, trying to interpret what move you were going to make next. He smirked and panted, “What is it that you’re planning to do now, _____, hm?”

With nothing but a smug look, you carefully slid down his toned torso while holding a steadfast gaze. Without breaking your focus, you placed your mouth on his tip and maintained the same methodical motions with your hands. You picked up your pace until you felt the back of your throat tighten, but he placed his hand on your head, digging his fingers into your messy hair — you had no choice but to consume every last centimeter of him. 

When you felt him contract slightly, you pulled away forcibly, leaving him full and unfinished.

Mm, Zoro, you’re getting tortured by a mere girl, you giggled to yourself.

He looked down at you smiling from ear to ear; his brow creased as annoyance washed over him. He tensed as he watched you climb back on top of him, this time, to slip inside of you. Your face was only centimeters from his when you noticed how drenched in sweat he was. You smiled and licked a droplet off his nose.

As he entered you slowly, you grabbed his hands eagerly and whispered, “I’ll be borrowing these.” He complied and let you inch them up your body and up to your chest; he then smiled deviously, knowing exactly where you were going with this. His hands clutched your breasts thoroughly as he began to move faster inside you… As you let go of his hands, he wrapped his arms around you gratuitously for stability.

You let him slip in and out of you, moaning quietly as to not draw attention to the two of you. It felt so good—his thick cock grating against your tight and wet lining. Yours toes curled as you threw your head back, letting out a throaty moan.

He suddenly gripped an asscheek and your upper back and pushed you down on the floor, his body never breaking contact with yours. You wrapped your legs around his heavily saturated torso as he shoved himself as far as you could let him. You knew he was almost done, but it just felt so good… You couldn’t have this end…

“Mm — no, Zoro, don’t… Don’t stop,” you mumbled between groans. You felt your body grow cold and your eyes roll back. “I-I don’t…want you to s-stop!”

And you felt it—the pinnacle of the moment, the apex of the thrust, the end of your pleasure. He let out a long growl and slowly thrust himself into you a few more times before slowly dragging himself out.

He hovered above of you, nearly shaking, and gasping for air in the sweltering heat. You panted desperately — a feeling of utter exhaustion and pleasure washed over you — but you reached up to wrap your arms loosely around his neck and pulled his face down to yours. His eyes were tired, but the adrenaline said otherwise. Drops of sweat trickled off his forehead and landed around you, and some dribbled on to your face. You pressed your lips nimbly against his as he fell onto his forearms for support.

I guess those biceps do wear out sometimes, you thought cheekily.

He pulled away slowly and kneeled above you until he caught his breath, then smiled and reached for his shirt and your swim suit.

“I didn’t know a little girl like you had that in you,” he said slyly, albeit a little shakily, tossing you your clothing.

You scowled at him and replied with, “Little girls like me can do it better than you could imagine.”

He laughed loudly then countered with, “You’ve sure as hell proved me wrong!”

He fixed up his tight fucking pants and belly band and buttoned his shirt, keeping the top three undone, as usual, then came to help tie up your swim suit. You brushed your hair to one side and turned your head to watch as he looped the strings together into a knot. He noticed your gaze and kissed your forehead gingerly. It probably tasted like sweat.

After he finished, he stood and held out a hand to help you up, which you gratefully took, your legs still quivering.

Just then, the door from the upper deck opened and a curious face and a familiar straw hat protruded from it. He was accompanied by the rest of the interested faces as they all piled into the under deck.

“Why are you guys down here? I heard noises. Why are you all sweaty?” Luffy asked naively, picking his nose.

Zoro glanced at you, and you at him. “We were moving these boxes here!” you two said unanimously, motioning to a stack of crates conveniently placed a few meters from them.

The both of you smiled pathetically as Sanji pointed to the half of a plate with cold food on it, saying, “I don’t want you two wasting that food, alright?”

Oh yeah, you thought. All I came down here for was to give Zoro that food…whoops!