( there's a definite, undeniable excitement to being watched even through her own two eyes, that has nami's toes twisting, feeling the weight of zoro's gaze as if he were standing right next to her, boring holes into her with his attention. she's hot under a collar she's no longer wearing, chest rising and falling with every deep breath she takes, mind a whirlwind of imaginings. zoro, his hands on her, worshipful — zoro, his hands behind his back, fighting to get a piece of her. any one of her fantasies is better than staying here and jerking off on the dining table like an asshole.
patience, she reminds herself, an old chant like seeing land in the far distance of the ocean. as long as you keep moving forward, you'll get there eventually. she plans to make her fantasies in the form of a list, and check it off, one by one by one.
with the languid movements of someone used to taking their time, her wet fingers trail down her chin, waiting for zoro's hand to follow hers before swirling around one of her nipples, pink and pouty, flushing under the teasing. it's zoro's warm body under her touch — his warm skin, his thick muscles, his rough, calloused fingers. )
How bad? ( she asks. she pinches at her nipple and gasps, hips shifting, lips bitten. ) Bad enough to say "please"?
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Date: 2024-02-17 02:48 am (UTC)patience, she reminds herself, an old chant like seeing land in the far distance of the ocean. as long as you keep moving forward, you'll get there eventually. she plans to make her fantasies in the form of a list, and check it off, one by one by one.
with the languid movements of someone used to taking their time, her wet fingers trail down her chin, waiting for zoro's hand to follow hers before swirling around one of her nipples, pink and pouty, flushing under the teasing. it's zoro's warm body under her touch — his warm skin, his thick muscles, his rough, calloused fingers. )
How bad? ( she asks. she pinches at her nipple and gasps, hips shifting, lips bitten. ) Bad enough to say "please"?