It was the middle of the big fight with Kaido, this was not the time nor place to be engaging petty arguments with each other. But argue they did! You couldn't believe them both. Absolute idiots, the both of them...
You weren't even sure what it was the two of them were quietly bickering about, too focused on not getting hit by stray dragon flames or arrows from the opposing crew to really listen intently to their conversation.
Whatever it was, they kept looking at you. It was difficult not to catch them glancing at you every once in awhile, your own misguided sense of worry forcing you to check on them since they obviously weren't the most aware combatants on the field.
"Hey! Could you two focus for one second, please!?" You shout at them as you notice them once again butting heads--this time literally--in the middle of fighting with the Yonko's many fighters. Zoro and Killer were two of the best fighters on the battlefield. You knew how much their presence meant to coming out victorious. "This is Kaido we're talking about! Get it together"
They look your way, clearly surprised to see that you'd noticed their disagreement. Then, after sharing a strangely long glance at one another, then a firm nod, they finally break away and resume their battles with the quickly closing-in number of enemies.
You shake your head, deciding to ask them about it later, when you weren'tin the middle of fighting for your life.
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It was done. The battle over. You're tired but content as you sit beside one of the many inns where celebrations all over the Flower Capital were raging deep into the night. Lanterns and house windows kept the city alive despite the late hour, and it was clear no one was eager to go to bed yet, too caught up in the miraculous outcome to the day's battle.
You close your eyes and sip from your tankard, letting the alcohol numb the nerves that still had yet to settle. It was always this way, after a particularly hectic battle. It would take some time before your body truly accepted that peace had been established, that there wasn't another fight to be fought at a moment's notice.
You open them again when the sound of footsteps approach, and lo and behold the two bladesmen themselves standing right before you. You frown, lowering the tankard.
"You're lucky you both didn't get killed with what you pulled out there."
"Are you sure?" Killer asked, but from the way he angled his mask, he clearly wasn't talking to you.
"I'm sure. She told me herself." Zoro replied passively.
Irked, your eyes narrow. "You two are ridiculous, did you know that? Arguing about stupid shit in the middle of the most important battle in this whole country." You say, unable to contain the irritation from earlier.
Killer's expression is hidden behind his mask, but Zoro simply raises a brow and crosses his arms. Neither say anything, until you glance between them.
"What?" The word comes out with a lot more bite than you intend.
"It was about you." Zoro finally admits, face ever impartial.
"Me?" It takes a few seconds to realize what he means by that. "Your arguing?"
"Yes. About which one of us would be in front and which one would be behind." He said with a growing smirk. "But in the end we decided just to ask you ourselves."
"In front and...what?"
"Don't tell me you don't remember." Zoro said with a grin. "It took everything for me to pull that secret out of you."
Sudden comprehension heats your face, and your spine straightens on your seat. You open your mouth, unable to get anything out from the sheer embarrassment of it all. Did he really mean-?
"You mean...both of you...?" You manage to squeak out, eyes shifting from one and then the other as they nod with firm dips of their head. As if they'd never been more sure of anything in their life. You swallow, reaching out to pull at the collar of your shirt. "...at the same time?"
"Only if you want." Killer finally spoke up, voice deep and smooth.
You'd be lying if you hadn't fantasized about being between both men, and now that Zoro knew of the one fantasy you never imagined being fulfilled in your lifetime, here he was offering it up to you on a silver platter.
Your heart beats a steady, thumping rhythm in your chest, and with one last large gulp of your alcohol, you set the tankard down and stand, glancing back at the inn nearby. "This was not how I expected my night to end but...ok."
Zoro hums, pleased, and takes your hand. Killer follows closely behind. You have no idea what you're in for...
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"So tight, pretty girl..." Zoro groans with pleasure.
You're helpless. So fucking helpless with your legs held nearly behind your head as Zoro's arms hold them tightly, his strength as much a turn on as the way his cock slides so deeply into your tight asshole. You're stretched so wide, so openly, Killer only watches with his mask angled down at where you were being anally fucked so well, pumping his own cock at the show you're putting on for him thanks to Zoro's efforts.
Your voice is already ragged from your cries of pleasure.
"I'm half tempted to just watch the show." Killer says with an obvious husk to his voice. "But I did promise to participate. So maybe next time."
"Then quit standing there preparing." Zoro quips harshly.
Half gone from the delicious drag of Zoro's cock in your ass, you don't know what to expect from having Killer's in you as well. Could you even handle it? You weren't sure, but you'd be fine with dying to find out.
You can hear the way Zoro groans, breath puffing out in stutters from behind you against your ear, the occasional bite on your earlobe starting you when you least expect it. Zoro is fast, but mindful of your limits, never thrusting too fast or hard.
"Are you ready?" He asks with difficulty, laughing under his breath.
And then suddenly you're crowded, the tautness of Killer's naked chest shoved in your face as he comes closer. He grips the meat of your thighs, mask shifted down as he lines himself up with your entrance. And when he stops, you realize he's waiting on a response. You nod your head as best you can, given your lust-blown brain.
"Y-yes! Please!"
He waits for no further confirmation, his hard member pushing it's way into your cunt with relative ease. You were so wet already, he needed no lubrication. Zoro slows his thrusts, making it easier for you to take the second cock.
Fuck. Fuck! It was so goddamn tight! Killer's wasn't any bigger than Zoro's, per se, but with your ass spread apart too your eyes practically roll to the back of your head.
You feel him fill you inch by inch, until he's seated inside of you fully. He doesn't move, letting you adjust to the double penetration, but you hear the struggling breath he emits from within the mask.
You squirm between them, on the verge of tears. You're so full, so close. "Move! I-I wanna...please keep going~!" You beg without shame, too turned on to care how desperate it might sound.
As if on cue, they both pull out and then re-enter you in tandem, and you're left seeing stars as the pace begins anew, this time with double the thickness.
You've spent countless hours imagining what this sensation might feel like, but no matter how creative your imagination, it pales in comparison to the bulky men currently fucking you with such fervor from behind and in front of you.
"Fuck...look at her." Killer mumbles through his thrusts just loud enough for you both to hear. "So desperate for both of us."
"She's a slut for cock, and two makes her twice as horny." Zoro chuckles, panting in between words. His grip on you never lessens, keeping your legs up and spread wide so Killer has unhindered access to your entrance.
"Careful, we might ruin her for anything else."
You barely pay attention to the words, but find spikes of arousal shooting through you at the banter you do understand.
The tightness edges on pain, but the pleasure overshadows all else, forcing you to gasp for air in the space between you and Killer's chest. You moan yourself hoarse in moments, your body jerked grasped and pulled and pushed in both directions as they seek to use you to find orgasm. Nothing would please you more than feeling full of their cum.
"Why don't you tell us how much you're enjoying yourself, Y/N?" Zoro suggests. But you're too far gone to respond, and he only chuckles.
"Guess we're too much for her."
"She can take it. Can't you, pretty girl?"
You want to nod, say yes, do anything, but a high-pitched moan is all you can produce.
It's hot. It's sweaty. And the symphony of guttural groans and grunts from the beefy men taking you has you spinning. You're losing yourself, slowly, maddeningly, to the pleasure.
Your nails scramble for any flesh they can touch, and you're unsure who's skin they dig into. Your eyes close, the building pleasure too much for you to pay attention to any one thing. More. More.
"C-cum..." You gasp out, the only warning your fucked-out brain can issue. It's a miracle you're able to say anything at all. You feel your muscles clenching, spasming, as the world seems to crash around you. "G-gonna...mmmm-!"
They curse as your walls clamp down around them, making your tight holes even tighter. The edges of your vision darken, head leaning back to rest on what you believe is Zoro's shoulder.
Zoro bites into your skin as you drag him into his own orgasm, cum painting the inside of your ass a sticky white. Killer continues thrusting through the spasms, prolonging your high for as long as possible before even he can't hold out any longer.
His helmet thumps against your sweaty sternum as he too spills his load. The warm feeling remains even after your peak slowly ebbs, until the rushing of blood in your ears dissipates and the panting breaths of all three of you is all that could be heard.
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