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༄ zoro x reader (based on this ask)

zoro and yourself loved to taken naps together, the two of you often found huddled together somewhere on the ship; you gravitate towards one another. it feels natural, it feels comfortable to sleep next to zoro.

and as much as he'd like to deny it, he, in truth cannot.

zoro has grown used to your body resting next to his in slumber, leaning against one another, holding one another. zoro would also like to say that it means nothing to him — your entanglement that is. that the quickness of his heart when he wakes up to your soft snores isn't real, that the glare he throws that shitty cook anytime he comes near while your asleep has nothing to do with you at all.

at night, after hours of twisting and turning while waiting for everyone to fall asleep, you slip out of your quarters and go to find zoro. you find him awake already, waiting for you on the deck, this is your routine now. your little secret midnight meetings.

it's not as scandalous as it may sound, you meet up on the deck to fall asleep until the sun rises and the crew begins the days shenanigans. no one knows about it, you'd each sneak out on the deck, finding a comfortable spot and fall asleep in each others arms.

some nights, sleep is harder to come by, so you tell each other your thoughts, your dreams, silly stories you come up with on the spot, anything to help sooth the worries in your minds that keep you both awake.

you and zoro end up in a weird place between friends and crewmates and lovers, none of which you've really taken the time to discuss.

tonight, as per your routine, you sneak out onto the deck to meet zoro, under the starlit sky. you feel the excitement in your bones, the idea of his strong arms holding you against his chest making you giddy.

you find him at your favourite spot from the last few days. quietly, you approach him, wordlessly slipping into his embrace, and naturally, his body adjusts to holding you. comforting and firm.

there's a little blanket folded neatly by his side, once your settled comfortably, zoro pulls the soft fabric over your two bodies. tonight's colder, chilly air making you pull closer together; the flimsy blanket is barely enough to keep the both of you warm.

you bury your head in the dip of his neck, rubbing against the skin there for warmth. you're shivering. so to help, zoro tucks the blanket beneath him and rubs his warm calloused hands up and down your back, your arms, your thighs. you make a small sound when finger tips graze the fabric sitting close to your crotch and zoro freezes immediately.

it wasn't on purpose. he hopes you know him well enough not to assume he'd would.

you pull away from his neck to meet his gaze, his eyes wide as the stare back you and his fingers still frozen in an awkward position on your thighs.

"zoro"

"yes"

"i thought you were helping warm me up, why'd you stop?"

"didn't mean to touch ya there"

"well, you haven't moved away"

he looks deep in your eyes, searching for a hidden message or a sign — anything to help with figuring out what he already knows right now.

you decide on taking initiative, showing him the sign he was desperately seeking in your gaze; a hands on sort of demonstration.

starting by dragging your hands up and down his rippled back, his strong arms, his scarred chest, his thighs. you've keep eye contact when your fingers graze him the same way he did you.

one thing turns to another and your groping each others bodies, nosy hands wandering over whatever skin you can get to. clothes start to shed and the chill of the night becomes an after thought. the thin blanket covering you both no longer serving to keep the cold out, but rather to keep your warmth in.

"there's something else we could do"

"oh yea?"

"yea, lift you hips for me."

despite his words, zoro sounds shy. a slight tremble in his hands and a dark blush on his handsome tan face as he guides to lift your hips.

your watching his movements, as he slides two of his fingers through your folds. "quit staring"

it would be so easy to tease him right now, to poke fun, but you keep to yourself. well, you mostly keep to yourself. "you quit staring"

zoro doesn't say anything, somehow his face heats up further. his brows furrow at your remark, pulled together tight and annoyed with your constant back and forths (he loves it)

he continues rubbing your soft folds, spreading your wetness until he slips a finger in with ease, curling softly into your gooey walls. he'll shut you up another way. when your wet to his satisfaction, soaking his finger with your cum, he pulls out and replaces it with his cock.

shushing you as he helps lower you into him, sitting flush against his thighs, taking every single pulsing inch of him deep inside you. your nails dig into his shoulders, poor lip trapped in the ruthless attack of your teeth.

"that's itt, youre so quiet when you're full of me. maybe that's what you needed all along."

zoros pulls your lip free of your teeth with his thumb, he looks drunk; with hazy dark eyes, he looks like he's about to say something he shouldn't.

"i- i thi-... i like you." there's a pause in betty's words before finally blurts it out. it's so him, the way it happens. you can't help but smile against his chest, his arms holding you firmly. zoro might explode from how fast his heart is beating if he looks at you.

"and i like you silly marimo"

bonus!!

you fall asleep in each others embrace as per your routine, the only difference is the two of you don't wake before the rest of the crew — you wake up to the sound of something clattering on the floor, followed by the thud of something falling.

you're startled awake by it, cori's grasp on you tightens when he feels you moving around but he's still asleep and so your left alone to watch sanjis dramatic monologue about an oaf like zoro being with such a pretty lady and not with the distinguished gentleman (himself)

both of you are still entangled close together, in more ways than one, the only thing shielding the blonde from the view of your connected bodies being that thin blanket from last night. you try to quell him, explaining the situation but his dramatic soliloquy goes on. it won't be long now before every person ever knows.

shanks ver. law ver