( it's all fun and games until nami isn't straddling him anymore, isn't rolling her hips, making him desperate for the head of his cock to just slide inside of her as she grinds against him. if nami's dick dumb, well β there's not even strong enough words for how stupid she has zoro right now, completely enveloped in a thick wave of desire he's never felt before, lips parted and breathing hard as he watches her move.
his fingers tighten habitually around the bars of the headboard as she shows herself off for him, the press of her thighs against his as she drapes lazily, effortlessly over him a solid reassurance when all he wants to do now that he can't is touch. zoro watches her from beneath heavy lids, makes himself listen to what she's saying (he has two fucking pairs of ears, so he has no excuse not to) and not just slip into a mindless daze as her fingers spread her cunt for him, shining in the dim light of the room. she toys with her clit and β what would it be like to make nami gasp like that?
sanji. he knows what it's like. the thought makes zoro's face flush, skin hot, teeth catching his lip as he thinks about β them. jealousy β he's not used to jealousy. but is it really jealousy if he can't piece together who he's jealous of? the cook's tongue dragging over the length of him β her. nami, palms full of her tits as she rides him. it all melds together, tangled up just like the three of them end up most nights.
if he were here. now isn't that a fucking thought. each of her words come out so calmly, which feels crazy when zoro's heart is racing in his chest as her fingers slide inside of her own cunt and come out glistening with β is that β
abruptly, zoro's bound wrists tug against his restraints, suddenly overcome with the desire to β to ...
something. anything. because the next thing he knows, nami's wet fingers are circling his hole and she's murmuring so sweetly about sanji touching him here and it sends a jolt through him, stomach muscles clenching and thighs tensing as he desperately wishes he could squeeze his painfully flushed cock to regain control of himself. instead, it makes zoro groan out a low: ) Fuck β ( in defeat as he comes, painting his own heaving chest with it, a stray trickle of creamy white down his cheek. )
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his fingers tighten habitually around the bars of the headboard as she shows herself off for him, the press of her thighs against his as she drapes lazily, effortlessly over him a solid reassurance when all he wants to do now that he can't is touch. zoro watches her from beneath heavy lids, makes himself listen to what she's saying (he has two fucking pairs of ears, so he has no excuse not to) and not just slip into a mindless daze as her fingers spread her cunt for him, shining in the dim light of the room. she toys with her clit and β what would it be like to make nami gasp like that?
sanji. he knows what it's like. the thought makes zoro's face flush, skin hot, teeth catching his lip as he thinks about β them. jealousy β he's not used to jealousy. but is it really jealousy if he can't piece together who he's jealous of? the cook's tongue dragging over the length of him β her. nami, palms full of her tits as she rides him. it all melds together, tangled up just like the three of them end up most nights.
if he were here. now isn't that a fucking thought. each of her words come out so calmly, which feels crazy when zoro's heart is racing in his chest as her fingers slide inside of her own cunt and come out glistening with β is that β
abruptly, zoro's bound wrists tug against his restraints, suddenly overcome with the desire to β to ...
something. anything. because the next thing he knows, nami's wet fingers are circling his hole and she's murmuring so sweetly about sanji touching him here and it sends a jolt through him, stomach muscles clenching and thighs tensing as he desperately wishes he could squeeze his painfully flushed cock to regain control of himself. instead, it makes zoro groan out a low: ) Fuck β ( in defeat as he comes, painting his own heaving chest with it, a stray trickle of creamy white down his cheek. )