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Ching!
Ching!
Ching!
Two opponents let out a flurry of attacks as they faced off in their 8th sparring match. The younger one lets out a loud yell as he sharply swings towards the neck of his foe. Unfortunately for him, his face slams into the mat before the swing can connect.
“Tsk, tsk. You’re telegraphing your moves, Roronoa. You should know better.”
Dracule sheaths his sword, staring down at the green-haired man in displeasure. Zoro flips over onto his back, chest moving up and down rapidly, trying to catch his breath.
With one quick move, Dracule managed to get behind Zoro and smack him on the back with the bottom of his sword, causing the young man to fall.
“Shut up!” Zoro groans, springing back up. He wipes the sweat from his forehead using the bottom of his shirt. He picks up his sword from where he dropped it and gets into a fighting stance. “One more time.”
There is a determined glint in Zoro’s eye that has Dracule smirking in amused respect. He thinks of the arrogant kid who came to him so long ago, proclaiming that he’d beat him and become the very best. He still had a long way to go, but that tenacity was admirable. It was something most did not have.
“The result will only be the same. Perhaps it’s time for a break.”
“One more time.” Zoro repeats, unfazed. Dracule lets out a chuckle, before casually dropping into a stance himself.
He gestures with his head. “Come on then.”
But before they can begin, Dracule’s phone goes off. He sheathed his sword again and headed towards his duffel bag that was sitting in the left corner of the room.
“Seems you’re forced to take a break now. I have to go.” Dracule says, shutting off the alarm on his phone.
“Where are you going?” Zoro grabs the water bottle next to his bag on the opposite side of the room, chugging it all in one go.
“I’m going to pick up my wife.” There is a sweet smile on Dracule’s face that appears only when he thinks of you.
Zoro recalls how his master was before he met you. Mihawk was always serious unless he was around Shanks and even then, he tended to be more reserved if they were in a crowd. They would spar until late into the night because Mihawk lived and breathed swordsmanship. That, along with their desire for perfection, was where they were similar.
But since you entered his life, Mihawk smiled a little more and seemed to look forward to leaving their matches. Sometimes, even ending them early. Not that it dulled the yellow-eyed man’s blade. Mihawk always moves with precision and grace.
Still, the change in his master’s demeanor made Zoro wonder sometimes about when he'd meet his own soulmate. Would it have the same effect on him?
“I’ll see you next week, Roronoa. You should work on improving your balance.”
With a flippant wave, Dracule heads home to shower and get ready to pick you up from the station.
You were coming back from a 5-day vacation with your best friends to Costa Rica. Though you talked every day and sent pictures, Dracule still longed to have you here with him. Even with being married for 2 years, those rare moments where Dracule would come home to silence and a cold bed were always the worst.
He could never get enough sleep on those days, doing his best to stay occupied so that he's dead tired by the time he got home.
Once showered, he pulls on a pair of black pants and a black button up. He rolls up the sleeves to his elbows before putting on his watch and the gold bracelet you got him a while back.
He decides to leave his hair in its fluffy state, knowing how much you love to run your fingers through it. Finally, he puts on his signature gold cross necklace and slaps on your favorite cologne of his.
He looks in the mirror to check that nothing was out of place, accidentally bumping into the nightstand on your side of the bed. He catches the picture frame before it can crash on the floor and sets it back on top carefully.
It was a photo of you and him on your wedding day.
The photographer managed to catch a candid photo of the two of you sitting at the front of the venue. One hand held a bouquet while the other covered the lower half of your face as you were whispering to Dracule about a funny situation that happened between one of the groomsmen and the bridesmaids. Dracule’s face was scrunched up in laughter and he had his arm wrapped around you, his hand resting on your shoulder.
It was a great day being surrounded by loved ones. Dracule was by no means an outwardly emotional man, but he couldn’t deny that he shed a tear or two when he saw you come down the aisle. Even if Shanks still gave him a hard time about it sometimes.
He reminisces about the day as he pulls up. Two minutes later, the train pulls up and he gets out of the car to lean against it, waiting for the passengers to be let off.
He sees you before you see him.
He watches as you step out, your faux locs piled high on your head except for two pieces left framing your face. You are wearing a white maxi sundress with long sleeves and big sunglasses, suitcase in hand. Your giant silver hoop earrings swish around as you survey the crowd searching for him.
Your facial expression guarded as you moved past people getting off and leaving. An old couple stops you, seeming to ask you for directions to the restroom, judging by how you point them towards it. Then your eyes finally fall on him.
The transformation of your expression almost knocked the wind out of him. The large toothy grin you sent him and the excited “Dracule!” as you swiftly moved towards him prompted him to walk towards you just as fast.
You practically jump on him at the same time as he opens his arms. Dracule holds you tight against him, breathing in the scent of you that he hasn’t smelled in what seems forever.
He can feel people staring at the two of you, but he doesn’t care. He lets you down before taking your suitcase and your hand, leading you back to the car.
“Hi, sweetheart.” You say to him, lovingly, leaning your head on his shoulder. Your left arm wrapped around his right.
“Hello dear. I missed you.” He kisses your hand. Dracule didn’t think your smile could get any bigger. You’re grinning so adorably hard that he can barely see the whites of your eyes.
He opens the door for you, letting you settle in, before shutting it. He places your suitcase in the backseat and gets in on the driver's side.
Now, in the privacy of the car, he leans towards you and grabs the back of your neck for a kiss. You taste like raspberry tea and mint. He couldn’t get enough of it. After a moment, he pulls back, leaning his forehead against yours.
“I’ve been wanting to do that since you left.”
You giggle and swat at his shoulder.
“You’re so silly. We literally made out right before I left. You almost made me late!” You let out another giggle. Dracule only returns with a wicked smile before kissing you again.
“What can I say? You’re irresistible, diosa .”
He smirks before starting the car and holds your hand the entire ride back home. As you step inside, you chat animatedly about your trip: how thrilling it was to walk across the hanging bridges during twilight, swimming for the first time in the hot springs, how much you loved chifrijo but hated the ceviche despite everyone else raving about it.
Dracule listened intently, happy to hear you talk about your experience. He leads you to the sofa, sitting down before seating you across his lap. You immediately link your fingers behind him, still chatting away.
After a bit, Dracule is distracted by the contrast of your skin against the white of your dress. The V-neck displayed your chest so beautifully and the Costa Rican sun gave your skin a deep, rich glow. He ends up kissing the juncture between your shoulder and neck. This causes you to stop mid-sentence.
“Dracule? Are you listening to me?”
“Mhmm.”
He continues to pepper kisses all over. Your neck, your collarbone, your shoulder.
“Mmmm, then what did I say?” He knows that you are feeling the shift in mood by the tone of your voice and the hand that is gripping his hair.
“You were saying that your friend was chased by a lizard when you were all swimming in the river.”
He sucks hard enough to leave a hickey on the side of your neck. The hand in his hair tightens, causing him to let out a hiss at the painfully sweet sensation. He nuzzles your neck, taking a deep inhale. He’s sure you can feel the bulge forming in his pants.
“O-o-oh,” you stutter out, a shiver running through your body, “so you were listening.”
“Always do.” He continues his ministrations, his hands wandering up and down your sides. He leaves another hickey, this time on your shoulder. He’d never say it out loud, but there is something in him that is very pleased to see you marked by him.
“Dracule.”
“Mmm?” His hand started to slip up under your dress.
“I missed you too.” This stops him for a second, and he pulls back to look at you.
There is a fond expression on your face that he’s sure, his own mirrors. Your hand caresses the side of his face and he closes his eyes, welcoming the feeling of your touch.
He opens his eyes and says “I love you” to which you respond with an enthusiastic “I love you!”
He smiles and stands up, taking you with him. You yelp in glee, surprised by the sudden movement.
“Dracule!” you say in amusement as he makes his way to the bedroom. He gently places you back on your feet as he stops in front of the bed.
The glint of your ring in the sunlight coming from the window causes him to squint for a second. He then takes your left hand and raises it to his lips.
He places a lingering kiss on it while looking down at you.
“Do you want to?” he asks, in a low tone. You bite your lip and nod shyly.
Without ceremony, he strips. He then proceeds to take off your dress, letting out a surprised yet pleased hum at the fact that you were naked underneath.
For a moment, you both study each other. His eyes roam all over your body and face, taking in those features that he’s seen a bunch of times but could never get his fill of.
“Beautiful as always, diosa. I can’t believe this is all for me.”
You send him a shy smile, blushing at his attention. Your hands reach out to touch his body. They roam all over. His chest, his back, his stomach. He’s learned that this was your way of getting comfortable and lets you feel to your heart’s content.
He waits for you to tell him to touch you. He didn’t have to wait long, though he is a patient man.
One hand rests on his chest while the other snakes its way up to cup his face.
“Won’t you hold me, Dracule?” you say, voice low and gaze filled with desire and love.
“With pleasure.” He hugs you close to his body, a searing kiss exchanged between the two of you. Without breaking the kiss, he sits on the bed forcing you to straddle him.
At some point, your locs fell from their bun and fanned out around the two of you as your hands cupped his face.
With one hand on your waist, his other hand slowly makes its way down to find your sweet spot. He then starts to place open mouth kisses all over your neck and chest. You arch your back and moan in delight as he works you the way he knows you like.
After a few minutes, you cum and he brings his hand up to his face, looking you straight in the eye as he licks it clean. Dracule can tell this stirs something in you because you push him to lie flat on the bed.
You begin to kiss your way down his body before stopping at his erection. You give it an experimental lick, causing Dracule to let out a huge moan. He was more sensitive there than most.
Breathing heavily, he sits up and tenderly cradles your head. You look up at him with a heavy-lidded gaze.
“You don’t have to.” He leans forward to kiss you and pulls back after a second, sending you a soft smile. It was the first time you initiated this.
“I know. I want to.” You bite your lip, glancing at his dick, before looking right back at him. “I’ve never done this before and I want to make you feel good. Will you help me?”
This time the kiss lasts a little longer before he pulls back.
“Of course.” He breathes out. And with that, he guides you. He explains to you how to use your hands with varying pressure, to breathe through your nose, and to take it slow.
What you lack in experience you make up with enthusiasm, and he could feel himself getting more aroused as you learned quickly to please him.
His hips thrust upwards, causing you to take him deeper down your throat, and he groans at the sensation. He can hear you choking and, in his lustful haze, stops to quickly apologize.
“I’m sorry sweetheart. Did I hurt you?” He peered down at you, worried.
You take a moment to catch your breath and smile at him.
“No. I actually didn’t mind that.” With that, you are back to it, giving him no time to respond. It’s not long before he cums.
You move back, not expecting it. His cum drips down from your mouth onto your chest and the floor. It made for quite an attractive image that he was sure he’d never forget.
Your face has a curious expression as you swallow what is left in your mouth.
“That’s… an unexpected taste.”
Dracule laughs. “You didn’t have to swallow it. I was trying to move, so you wouldn’t.”
“It’s okay. I don’t mind.” Dracule uses his thumb to wipe off the little bit that was left on your chin. You take said thumb in your mouth to suck it right off.
Dracule grunts. “ Diosa. You are playing with fire.”
“Am I?” Releasing his thumb with a pop, you had the nerve to shoot him a cocky smirk. He lets out another laugh.
He pulls you to lie underneath him on the bed, his hand holding your wrists captive above you. “Yes. It looks like I need to put you in your place.”
You playfully bite him on the nose and taunt him. “I dare you.”
With a growl, he gives you a head-spinning kiss before returning the favor.
Afterward, once you’re all cleaned up, he adjusts both of you so that he can rest his head on your stomach with his arms wrapped tightly around you. The hum of the fan and the fingers leisurely carding through his hair is enough to have him doze off.
The growl of your stomach interrupts the silence. You both look at each other in shock and then burst out laughing.
Your eyes crinkle as you asked with mirth bleeding into your question,
“Should we order some takeout?”