Strawhat parties were typically quite wild events.
Rarely was there a ‘reason’ for the crew to throw a lavish celebration, since Luffy’s free-spirited and gluttonous personality hardly required an occasion for such a thing. One spontaneous shout from the rubber captain and a feast fit for an army would be prepared for all of those onboard the Thousand Sunny. No questions asked. No complaints or confused brows raised in objection. They were all used to him by now anyway.
Zoro had to admit, there was appeal in the frequent and unpredictable get-togethers. It kept the crew sane, and more often than not resolved any building tension that might have been brewing up between crew members in the long and often boring days at sea. And with plenty of sake flowing from the barrels they kept below deck, inhibitions and the desire to forgive and forget was the best solution for the most part.
While he didn’t mind sticking close to the crew and joining in with their festivities, loud and distracting parties were the ideal cover for his absolute favorite activity of all…
One hand lays firmly on your hip, helping guide you up and down as you rode his cock. Your hands are planted firmly on his shoulders, drunken moans spilling softly from your lips as you chase your peak with his erect flesh. His good eye can’t help but watch in–equally drunk–fascination at the sight of himself disappearing into your wet cunt over and over again. The sight is truly intoxicating.
His other hand lifts the bottle of sake he’d brought along with you and tilts the tip back, downing a good amount down his throat. Some spills past his lips as you continue your motion on his lap. The taste is bitter and cold, so unlike the sweetness of your cries to his ears. The contrast is dizzying.
He groans, head falling back against the foremast as you angle your hips just slightly, catching his tip against your clit as you do so. Perhaps a bit more aggressive than he meant to, he clunks the bottle onto the bench that wrapped around the mast, nearly toppling it with the force. His hold on your waist tightens, pulling you down further onto his hard member.
The sensation of filling you, of taking your breath away with his body alone…it was so much more intense with the sake clouding his head and his bloodstream. As if each and every nerve was on fire, and screaming for more.
Your head lowers to his pecs, where your greedy mouth laves bites and kisses against his sweaty skin. He hisses, bucking up into you and earning himself a needy whine. While he recognizes that anyone could wander out here by the helm and catch the two of you in such an erotic scene, he can’t help but not give a damn. You feel too good, too tight, and he wanted you to come undone right in front of him.
He keeps a steady upwards rhythm to his hips. Zoro can feel the tightening of your fingers on his shoulders, your nails clawing little marks into the skin as your pleasure intensifies. You’re left panting and keening into his chest.
They take on a sharper pitch, thighs tightening around his legs as you grow so close to peaking. And with a few more thrusts into you, you’re shaking and shuddering above him, mouth open in a silent moan.
The way your pussy clamps down on him, pulsing and squeezing as he fucks you through your orgasm is enough to pitch him over that edge moments later, spilling himself without care into your awaiting cavern. There’s nothing else like it. The warm, intoxicating feeling of bringing you both to a sexual high was the best way to unwind and truly get rid of any tension he might be carrying.
He somehow still possesses the wherewithal to adjust your clothing and bring the two of you to his quarters, where you can sleep off the rest of your drunken exhaustion. The continued laughter and off-key singing from the kitchen and dining room made it obvious that no one had bothered to notice his or your absences. The party went on without anyone the wiser of the intimate moment you’d both shared.
He would hear an earful from the shitty cook the next morning–as he always did when you happened to spend the night in his bed–but it was all worth it in the end. He held you close as the sake diluting his blood did it’s work, lulling you both off the a restful sleep in each other’s arms.
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