( being a goal-orientated person, nami can admit she had the fabric of zoro's orgasm already mapped out by the time she sent her first message. theoretical, of course — plans are important, especially for what she might've called his ultimate orgasm. not penultimate. not aware zoro was so sensitive, not aware bringing sanji's name in between them like an intoxicating blanket would have such a firework reaction. an oversight, maybe, or just the unexpected weight of zoro's arousal for them both that she probably could've predicted, but didn't.
she looks down at him, awed. pleased. evil. grinning, she clocks zoro looking at her like she's a utility knife — like she has seven different ways of upending him, like they just tried out one for size. )
Wow. ( nami snorts a laugh, pushing her hands up the carved vee of his hips, soothing his rigid sides. a hand skirts over and rubs his oversensitive cock, milking the last precious drops of his cum. ) You're supposed to do that in me, doofus. Like this.
( lithe fingers skirt through his pearly orgasm, making a small mess bigger as she gathers up whatever she can on two curling fingers. legs propped up for his easy visual again, she presses his cum inside her with a sordid twist of her fingers, cum drunk, clearly a fan of sloppy and easy and slick. she's not surprised to feel herself wetter for zoro's easy arousal, not surprised she's high on the thought of his cum being inside her before his cock ever was. his cum and sanji's cum making nice inside her cunt the way they never do outside of it. it's a drugging thought, a thought with prickly feelings that border on the side of disrespectful. luckily, nami doesn't spend much mental energy on respect — she's allowed to want them both inside her. she's allowed to like it.
straightening up, nami prowls her body over his, sitting down higher on his chest, just under his arms. her tongue darts out to lick her lips, suddenly dry and wanting, and she wonders if she just laid down next to him and kissed him for the next three hours, how many more accidental orgasms she could have decorating her belly, and how long zoro would tolerate her laughing at him, before breaking the belt and unleashing on her in a frustrated, horny fury.
unfortunately she is not capable of spontaneous ejaculation, and her need for it has gone from a simmer to a needy boiling. there's enough space between zoro's head and his stretched arms for nami to plant her feet next to his ears, fingers on her clean hand briefly fluffing up his kitten ears, tapping the chimes of his three earrings affectionately. )
Clean up your mess, kitty.
( she captures the lone strand of his cum on his cheek and rubs it against her clit before hauling herself forward, hands braced on the top of the headboard to lower herself down on his chin. half of her weight, for now — she doesn't want to kill the guy, and isn't sure if she'll need the presence of mind to give instruction or not. but, well. nami's slick and horny enough that it'll probably take a minimal effort, a stiff breeze in the direction of her clit before she's shooting off too. what a mess. )
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Date: 2024-04-07 08:27 pm (UTC)( being a goal-orientated person, nami can admit she had the fabric of zoro's orgasm already mapped out by the time she sent her first message. theoretical, of course — plans are important, especially for what she might've called his ultimate orgasm. not penultimate. not aware zoro was so sensitive, not aware bringing sanji's name in between them like an intoxicating blanket would have such a firework reaction. an oversight, maybe, or just the unexpected weight of zoro's arousal for them both that she probably could've predicted, but didn't.
she looks down at him, awed. pleased. evil. grinning, she clocks zoro looking at her like she's a utility knife — like she has seven different ways of upending him, like they just tried out one for size. )
Wow. ( nami snorts a laugh, pushing her hands up the carved vee of his hips, soothing his rigid sides. a hand skirts over and rubs his oversensitive cock, milking the last precious drops of his cum. ) You're supposed to do that in me, doofus. Like this.
( lithe fingers skirt through his pearly orgasm, making a small mess bigger as she gathers up whatever she can on two curling fingers. legs propped up for his easy visual again, she presses his cum inside her with a sordid twist of her fingers, cum drunk, clearly a fan of sloppy and easy and slick. she's not surprised to feel herself wetter for zoro's easy arousal, not surprised she's high on the thought of his cum being inside her before his cock ever was. his cum and sanji's cum making nice inside her cunt the way they never do outside of it. it's a drugging thought, a thought with prickly feelings that border on the side of disrespectful. luckily, nami doesn't spend much mental energy on respect — she's allowed to want them both inside her. she's allowed to like it.
straightening up, nami prowls her body over his, sitting down higher on his chest, just under his arms. her tongue darts out to lick her lips, suddenly dry and wanting, and she wonders if she just laid down next to him and kissed him for the next three hours, how many more accidental orgasms she could have decorating her belly, and how long zoro would tolerate her laughing at him, before breaking the belt and unleashing on her in a frustrated, horny fury.
unfortunately she is not capable of spontaneous ejaculation, and her need for it has gone from a simmer to a needy boiling. there's enough space between zoro's head and his stretched arms for nami to plant her feet next to his ears, fingers on her clean hand briefly fluffing up his kitten ears, tapping the chimes of his three earrings affectionately. )
Clean up your mess, kitty.
( she captures the lone strand of his cum on his cheek and rubs it against her clit before hauling herself forward, hands braced on the top of the headboard to lower herself down on his chin. half of her weight, for now — she doesn't want to kill the guy, and isn't sure if she'll need the presence of mind to give instruction or not. but, well. nami's slick and horny enough that it'll probably take a minimal effort, a stiff breeze in the direction of her clit before she's shooting off too. what a mess. )