Love/Hate -Zoro-

-Ten-

NSFW warning for my lovely horny bois <3

Waking up the next morning with a man curled around you wasn't what you were used to, but you weren't going to argue. Zoro clung to you like a snake, wrapping his legs into yours perfectly without the pressure of them hurting you. His arms were choking your waist and chest, slightly protruding your breasts in between his forearms. You didn't hate how close he was at all. You were just afraid you liked it a bit too much. You slowly began to shift to try and break free and avoid an uncomfortable start to a perfect morning.

"No..." You heard Zoro's voice before feeling his breath on the back of your neck. "No moving." His arms tightened and he took in a deep breath as if taking in your scent.

"Zoro, as much as I like this, I'm gonna be honest and say I might not be able to hold back from you." You knew as soon as the lips you felt on your neck curled in the slightest smirk that you would regret your words of truth.

"Is that so?" His arms somehow went tighter and your breasts were pushed forward in between them again. "Maybe I should test your theory." His lips tickle the back of your neck as he places soft kisses down the top of your spine to the collar of your shirt. Your body betrayed you with a shiver and he laughed lowly on your skin. Your breathing hitched and you grabbed tight to his forearms, nails slightly digging in. He hisses, biting at your skin as you squeak in shock at the sudden change. His hands move from pressing on your sides and chest to wandering across them. His left hand catered to the top of your hips, rubbing back and forth with a calloused thumb, while his right hand slowly found its way to the bottom of your breasts. At the touch, you whimpered, feeling yourself becoming more turned on in an instant. While you've had sex with multiple people and boyfriends in the past, you didn't remember anyone being so sensual like this. It was like he was wanting you to beg for him while also enjoying every moment. Your legs twitched when the hand on your hip slide down a bit to the top of your sweats band.

"Getting more excited, huh?"

"Shut up," You mutter through panting breaths as your voice betrayed you.

"Turn around," He commands softly. You do as told, spinning to face him immediately. His lips didn't hesitate to find yours and ravage them. He pushed forward, flattening you to the mattress completely as you ran a hand over his clothed chest. Your hand fisted the fabric to tell him to remove it. He smiles in the kiss and does as silently requested. Once the fabric is gone, your eyes widen at the long scar that crossed from his left shoulder and his entire chest in a diagonal all the way to the top of his right hip bone. He noticed you staring and immediately sighed.

"Blame your uncle." Your eyebrows furrowed at his accusation and he chuckled lowly. "Actually, it was more my fault. I challenged him to a duel with real weaponry. He couldn't back down."

"Roronoa," You scold. "You challenged my uncle to a duel?"

"And I lost with a scar to prove it," He mutters. "Now let's move on, okay? I like kissing you a lot more than talking about Mihawk." You giggled at his words, welcoming his hungry kiss again. Your hands explored his now bare chest, only running a finger over the scar briefly to not kill the mood again. As your finger accidentally hit his nipple, he flinched and his teeth dug into your bottom lip for only a second, but it didn't go unnoticed. You smirked, knowing you found a sensitive spot on such a burly man. This time, you did it purposefully, circling it gently. He hums in annoyance that you found a spot on him so quickly. His mouth pulls away and he snatches your lips, cheeks now deeply flushed red.

"If I don't get to touch yours then you don't get to touch mine," He warns. You snickered and took the opportunity to pull up both your bralette and cropped hoodie in one go, not allowing him to process the movement that revealed your bare chest in seconds. He gawked openly, staring at the flesh until he finally moved his hands up to them. As soon as his rough skin hit the soft bits of yours, you flinched. He smiled, leaning down and pressing his lips to the tops of your breasts slowly and almost painfully with how gentle he was being to your chest.