( she's never actually seen zoro naked before. shirtless, sure, a hundred times — but when her eyes fall to the apex of her thighs, she sees his cock there, flushed and hard, resting on the flat dip of her belly, begging to be touched. it's actually very sweet, his restraint. she imagines the fortitude of a man who spent his entire life training to be the best would involve some modicum of patience, some refusal to be tempted away, though the connection between also serves to tell nami. just how difficult it is for him. predictably, she likes that, too — being the cored center of his focus, the temptation and the purpose all wrapped in one.
her teeth sink into her lip — she smiles, because zoro's mouth is breathy enough to make her own throat tickle, his plea there, buried in the back of her mouth, like she swallowed it whole. she stands up, kicking her shorts the rest of the way off, fingering off her socks one ankle at a time. more little treasures for sanji to find, to sink his fingers into, to press against his mouth. )
Okay. ( he asked nicely, after all. at the end of the day, it's really all nami wants, toeing her way nakedly back into their bedroom, where their connection and physically being with zoro overlaps — she's nami, and she's also zoro (she's even sanji, a little bit), and she's looking at him, feeling him, touching him. inside him. stepping over to him, she pauses at their wardrobe, palming through sanji's drawer to find a belt he has unknowingly donated to nami's cause. she tosses it on the bed before she taking a seat beside zoro, unabashed in checking him out head to toe, before finding his eyes again, lips twisting in a smile. her hand reaches out, petting back his green hair and pointy cat ears — her fingers sink in, fisting, carefully firm. ) You're my good boy, Zoro.
( it's some kind of lesson, she guesses — if zoro says please, mommy nami is happy to deliver. using the hold on his hair to prop up his chin, nami hovers over him, leaning just a breath away from his mouth before surpassing it entirely, pressing her lips to the soft skin of his throat and sucking. )
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Date: 2024-02-22 02:33 pm (UTC)her teeth sink into her lip — she smiles, because zoro's mouth is breathy enough to make her own throat tickle, his plea there, buried in the back of her mouth, like she swallowed it whole. she stands up, kicking her shorts the rest of the way off, fingering off her socks one ankle at a time. more little treasures for sanji to find, to sink his fingers into, to press against his mouth. )
Okay. ( he asked nicely, after all. at the end of the day, it's really all nami wants, toeing her way nakedly back into their bedroom, where their connection and physically being with zoro overlaps — she's nami, and she's also zoro (she's even sanji, a little bit), and she's looking at him, feeling him, touching him. inside him. stepping over to him, she pauses at their wardrobe, palming through sanji's drawer to find a belt he has unknowingly donated to nami's cause. she tosses it on the bed before she taking a seat beside zoro, unabashed in checking him out head to toe, before finding his eyes again, lips twisting in a smile. her hand reaches out, petting back his green hair and pointy cat ears — her fingers sink in, fisting, carefully firm. ) You're my good boy, Zoro.
( it's some kind of lesson, she guesses — if zoro says please, mommy nami is happy to deliver. using the hold on his hair to prop up his chin, nami hovers over him, leaning just a breath away from his mouth before surpassing it entirely, pressing her lips to the soft skin of his throat and sucking. )