Control

A/N: I'm working on a ZoroxSakura story called "I Love You In Your Tragic Beauty". The first chapter can be found on ffn, but instead of working on chapter 2, I found myself writing another sex-scene. 

There may be some errors in the text since it has not been betaed. 

Leave a review or something if you enjoyed it, or let me know what I could change or think about in order to become a better writer. 

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“O-oi!” he started once she plopped down on the bed next to his previously relaxed frame. “What are you doing?” wary eyes watched the pink-haired woman and he stiffened slightly, clearly uncomfortable by her sudden approximation.

The smell of sake whiffed from her smug lips as she eyed him, a mischievous glint flickering in her eyes.

He attempted to move, but she pressed herself against him, preventing him from leaving the bed and started circling her index-finger over his clothed chest. He swallowed hard, his throat closing in on him and suddenly going very dry.

Her index and middle-finger trailed up his chest as if they were walking up a clothed mountain. He froze and licked his lips nervously as he eyed the woman through his thick lashes. His pulse quickened and he swallowed yet again when her fingers finally made it to the collar of his shirt.

She pressed herself more fully against his side, her breath leaving her lips in slow and quiet gasps as she pulled her leg over his thighs to rest comfortably over them, locking him in between them.

“O-oi,” he tried again and felt her fingers slowly circle over his collarbone, up his throat before she ended up cupping his neck in her hand. His skin tingled delightfully under her touch. Her thumb brushed every so lightly over his jawbone while she tilted his head to face hers.

She ran her thumb over his parted lips, her eyes hazily watching as he closed them beneath her touch.

Shifting a little she soon had herself straddling his hips and his eyes widened in alarm. Black eyes expanded in both uncertainty and excitement as it dawned on him what she was doing.

Her small hands grasped around the lower part of his head, fingers gently massaging the back of his skull while her thumbs gave a soft pressure to his temples, ridding him of the pent up stress he had been feeling lately. He found himself giving into the temptation to close his eyes and let his head fall back to rest against the cool wall.

Warm lips were suddenly nibbling on his exposed throat and his hands flew up to grasp around her wrists in a death-like hold. Black eyes clashed with green and she relaxed in his grip, settling herself down on his thighs while meeting his stare full on.

“What are you doing, witch?” he questioned and hissed through clenched teeth as she took that moment to grind herself against his crotch.

Emerald eyes glittered in mirth as they took in the troubled face of the swordsman.

He looked puzzled, indecisive, confused, curious and excited all at once which made the ninja smirk as she let her tongue escape through her lips to moisten them. His eyes fell on her lips immediately and she felt him stiffen beneath her. Quirking an eyebrow she started leaning into him again. Her hips rocked over his hardening crotch a second time and she felt him loosen his hold on her wrists.

He could have easily pushed her off of him, had he wanted to. But parts of him were intrigued and wanted to know what she would do next. This witch, as he would call her, managed to trigger something deep inside of him. Her touch would start a raging wildfire deep in his core and the intensity of it scared him yet lured him in to want to explore it. He wanted to explore her.

Her right hand came sliding up his left arm, the touch burning his heated skin underneath the grey shirt he was wearing, and he suddenly realized he was grasping onto her hip, leading her in a steady pace as she ground against him. His eyes widened a fraction and he found her smirking at him, a look of victory glinting in those emerald orbs of hers.

She closed the distance between them. One hand tugged at his hair as she pressed her lips against his. The hand in his hair pulled firmly yet gently at his green tuft and he allowed her to angle his head as she seemed fit. Her tongue ran over his lips, silently asking for access which he gave a heartbeat later.

Their tongues danced sensually together, each exploring the other in a messy kiss before she unhurriedly pulled away. A trace of sake lingered on his lips and he welcomed the taste.

“What are you doing to me?” he asked throatily, his eyes remaining closed while he felt one of her hands wander down his chest until it was situated in between their aroused sexes.

She stroked him. The palm of her hand slid up and down his hardened shaft, earning her a soft moan from the swordsman. Her fingers circled around his thick member, the only thing in between his sensitive skin and her hand was the thin fabric of his trousers, and she continued pumping it. She felt his hands slide from her hips and down to her ass where he let one hand continue to slide in between her spread legs.

“I could ask you the same thing,” she retorted huskily and watched a grin form on his slightly swollen lips. The moment was short-lived though as she suddenly felt him brush a finger over her sensitive clitoris and her eyes closed instantly. A warmth started spreading from where he had touched her, igniting a need for more and she fell against him, her chest colliding with his. “Shit.”

He chuckled at that and continued stroking her soft bundle of nerves with his thumb. “That was too easy, Sakura. I would have thought it’d take more than that to have you purring.”

She moaned quietly against his neck. Her lips brushed against his delicate skin in a feather-light touch while she rocked her hips to meet his ministrations in between her legs.

“What happened to self-control?” he continued as his other hand pressed her down onto his lap again and he twisted his hips upward, making her shiver in pleasure from the sudden pressure caused by his hard dick.

She nibbled on his neck after that. Her teeth bit down onto his exposed flesh while he lifted her hips up and started tugging down her pants. She helped him slide them off by leaning onto one knee and settled herself above his crotch again once the piece of clothing was removed.

Slick fingers made their way up her bent leg and over her thigh to finish their exploration by resting in between her legs. The panties she wore were pulled to the side and he slid one finger in between her moist folds.

“So wet already.” he stated in satisfaction and ran a finger along her slit before burying the finger in her cave. Her walls closed in on the intruding digit and she moaned delightfully into the crook of his neck while her fingers dug into his shoulder.

He pulled it out slowly only to thrust it in again, adding a second one in the process. She pressed her lips against his in a frenzy as he continued fucking her with his fingers. Her breathing came out in ragged breaths and as she felt him bend his fingertips to reach for that sweet spot slightly curved up in her wet folds, she let her head fall back while an enticing moan left her lips. The white-hot pleasure coursed through her and she felt her orgasm build up deep down in her stomach.

“That’s the spot,” she yelped and felt him repeat the wiggling of his fingers against her spot and gently added more pressure by rubbing his thumb against her now oversensitive clit. Her orgasm built up quickly after that before soaring through her lithe frame. “Zoro!”

“Oh shit,” he groaned as her inner walls clamped down on his fingers, her insides throbbing around his intruding digits as she came undone with a hoarse moan. His thumb glided over her hypersensitive clitoris again and she shuddered on top of him.

Her breathing came in shallow breaths, fanning over his collarbone as she cuddled up against him. His finger slipped out of her wet vulva and he stroked her thigh gently, giving her time to come down from her high. Her forehead rested against his shoulder as she panted heavily.

She kissed him lazily before sliding off of his lap and laid down on the wrinkly covers.

“Sakura,” he murmured and ran his fingers through her messy pink hair.

She fought back a smile as she nuzzled into his touch. “Self control, Zoro. Self-con-trol.”

He looked at her as if she had sprouted a second head and crossed his arms over his chest. “Tch!”

She peeked at him through her lashes and grinned at the sour frown set on his features. Oh how she loved teasing him.

“That was mean.” he grumbled as he rose from the bed. After plucking up the bottle of sake Sakura had been enjoying earlier, he made his way to the fireplace where he sat down cross-legged. Taking a swig of the strong liquid he then closed his eyes, willing himself to get rid of his problem without touching it. “Witch…”

A captivating giggle escaped the witch’s lips from where she was laying on the bed and he fought hard not to smile at how lovely it sounded. Tilting his head to steal a gaze at the wonderful woman he had come across, he found her laying on her side, watching him intently. Her eyes followed his hand as he brought the bottle to his lips again. Closing his eyes and taking another mouthful of its content he heard her shift, the bed creaking slightly as she moved. The soft patting of her feet reached his ears next and when he opened his eyes again she was standing before him, clad in nothing but the sweater he never bothered to take off of her earlier.

He offered her the bottle but she declined with a shake of her head and sat down next to him instead. He stiffened, clearly going on the defensive.

“More teasing?” he probed and looked at her from the corner of his eyes.

The pink haired woman laughed at that, a wide grin spreading over her lips as her eyes quirked up in mirth. “It was funny though. You have to admit to that.” she retorted gleefully.

He huffed at that, eyes turning to watch the dancing flames in front of them. He felt her shift by his side and one of her hands started snaking up underneath his shirt where she lovingly traced her fingers over his warm skin.

“Sakura,” he warned. “Don’t start something you don’t plan to finish.”

“I’m sorry.” she smiled and leaned into him.

“No you’re not,” he retorted darkly and stopped the hand she had placed on his now semi-hard member. “I mean it.”

Black eyes locked with green ones and she sighed deeply before changing her position, ending up sitting on her folded legs as they were tucked underneath her butt. Rising onto her knees she then left a chaste kiss to his lips. “Lie down.” she ordered.

He raised a delicate eyebrow while looking at the petite woman sitting next to him. “No.”

“Damn it Zoro, stop being so stubborn.” Her voice was far from amused and she placed one hand on his shoulder, pressing on it lightly to get her point through.

“Tch… witch.” He muttered but did as he was told.

The floor was surprisingly warm, he noted as he tried getting comfortable. A sweater fell over his face, shielding his view and he realized it was the same one Sakura had been wearing moments ago. “Oi.” He felt her tugging his pants and underwear off, exposing him to her and when he was about to snag her shirt off of his face, he heard her telling him not to. Deciding to play along for once, he did as he was told.

While smirking triumphantly, Sakura grazed his toned legs with her hands while seating herself in between them. His dick twitched as she went higher and higher and without warning, she licked her way up from the base of his shaft all the way to the tip, leaving a trail of saliva over his thick member.

“Jesus!” he hissed, his voice slightly muffled by the sweater resting on top of his face.

“This won’t do.” she stated and leaned over him. Stretching a hand out toward his face, she folded the lower part of the sweater up so it only covered his eyes. “Much better.” she added and ran her tongue over his lips before sucking his bottom lip in between hers.

He responded to her ministrations by giving a pleasant hum when she stroked him. The palm of her hand massaged his length while she slowly pumped it with a twisting motion of her wrist. His hand found it’s way to her hair and he grabbed onto it; holding her in place as he hungrily started kissing her.

The grip around her hair loosened when she finally decided to leave his lips and instead his hand slid down her naked frame. His fingers brushed over a hardened nipples as he caressed her toned body. She disappeared from his reach and he felt anticipation spring to life within his core, and when the warmth of her mouth wrapped itself around his throbbing length he nearly lost every ounce of self-control he had left.

“Shit!” he cried out in pleasure and used his elbows to prop himself up into a seated position. The sweater fell from his face and landed in a pile on the floor. He paid it no mind. His full focus was on the pink-haired witch in between his legs whom were sucking his cock in the most sensual way he had ever seen.

Her green eyes gazed up into his, her long lashes cast shadows down on her upper cheeks. Her lips were wrapped tightly around his arousal; sliding up and down his shaft while she had a steady grip around the base of it where she milked his hard muscle. His lips parted at the sight and he couldn’t help but entwine his fingers in her unruly locks that tickled his thighs every time she lowered her head.

“Sakura,” he purred and felt the vibrations course through his member as she tried to reply while her mouth was completely stuffed by his size. He closed his eyes for a second, enjoying every moment of the attention given to him.

She released his throbbing length with a pop before attacking his still parted lips with her own. His arms encircled her waist and he felt the warmth radiating from her wet sex as she positioned herself above him. Laying down onto the floor again, he gave her full control over what would happen next. She did seem to enjoy being in charge for once. And if he had to admit: he did actually enjoy it too.

A moan left her lips as she lowered herself onto his wand and she rested her hands on top of his chest to steady herself while she accumulated to his thicker size. Lifting her hips a little, she groaned in contentment as she lowered herself onto him again - feeling how he filled her to the brim and how her inner walls stretched around him.

His fingers dug almost painfully into her thighs. This was too much. It felt too good. ‘Self control, Zoro. Self-con-trol.’ her voice echoed in his mind and he tried, so very hard, to not flip them over so he could ravage her right then and there.

Her walls pulsated around him. She had picked up her pace and was riding him in a steady rhythm. One hand was placed near her front and he knew she was touching herself - knew she was pleasing herself and it disappointed him while excited him all at once. His name left her lips in a seductive wail and he snapped. His arms snaked around her waist and he pulled her down flat to rest on top of his chest. Bending his legs; he used his feet for support and he started thrusting his member up and into her wet folds. She nearly screamed as he filled her up completely and she bit down on his shoulder to muffle her cries of pleasure when he screwed her so roughly she couldn’t think straight.

Her skin was on fire. Her insides burned and that white-hot feeling of pure nerve-racking ecstasy rippled through her body with such force she swore she could hear him yell out in pain -or was it pleasure, when she finally came undone all around him.

She felt him twitch inside of her while his body jerked underneath her as he too reached his high. When spilling his seed into her womb he heard her moan his name again.

Minutes passed. Neither made any attempt to move from the floor. The only thing heard was their ragged breaths and the crackling from the fireplace. Zoro’s arms were wrapped around Sakura’s waist and he drew lazy circular patterns over her lower back while she had one hand tangled in his hair.

Zoro twisted his head to the side to look at the bed. He then gazed down at the woman laying on top of him and a lopsided smile spread across his lips. He sat upright a minute later and cradled the ninja in his arms. “Let’s sleep.” he murmured into her hair and fumbled blindly for the sweater his lover had worn earlier. Once he found it he pulled it over her head.

She glared wildly at him as her face came into view through the collar.

“I can dress myself, you know.” she stated and headed toward the bed.

“Of course, witch.” he retorted and slapped her naked ass as she passed him.

A surprised yelp sounded from the pinkette and she hurriedly turned to face him.

A playful smile clad the swordsman’s lips as he met her gaze full on and he tossed her underwear at her which she caught easily.

“Tch,” she winked and climbed into bed. “Idiot~ <3”