( 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. )
( it's something for zoro to cling to — the fact that nami's pleased with him, a warmth that washes over him, her smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, too, toes curling idly against the sheets as she tugs off her socks.
he is well versed in the art of self-restraint. it's what makes him a good swordsman instead of some shitty one who just hacks away at his enemies; he's precise, each action thought out three moves before the next. it's his self-restraint, he thinks, that's kept him and nami from —
until now. it's slipping from his grasp, just a little bit, pointed tips of his nails indenting his palms as zoro waits what feels like a lifetime for her to pass through the doorframe of their bedroom. it's easy to loosen his grip on his self-control when he's nami and nami's him and their connection grows more and more palpable with each step she takes towards him. she wants him and he wants her, wants to stop trying so hard to restrain himself and let nami do it for him instead.
his eyes blink open and he tips his head up to watch as she rummages through the drawer and pulls out — a belt. a belt that he can picture hugging sanji's trim waist. that makes something twist inside of him, too, something hot that zoro doesn't bother trying to swallow down when nami sits beside him. her hand in his hair, fingers curled just enough to give a sharp little tug, isn't enough to counteract the way her honey sweet words affect him, a pleased warmth washing over him, a low purr rumbling in his throat.
finally, finally, nami is going to kiss him, and his lips stay parted expectantly — only for his mouth to open a little wider, inhaling sharply as her hot mouth maps out his throat instead. the gentle press of teeth against his skin as she sucks a mark there makes him groan, chin fighting to tip up a little more even in her grip, desperate for more of her mouth, desperate for more of her, everything. )
Please. ( it comes out again before he even realizes it, practically pavlovian, squirming a little because — his need for her is starting to win over his previously unmatched restraint, especially with her so close and warm and tangible, and a hand can't help but reach to touch the bare skin of her thigh, fingers pressing needily. )
( again, as easy as anything, tilting her head back up and letting her pink tongue lick across the seam of his mouth before pressing their mouths together, all wet hot and open. nami slides into his lap with all the lucidity of spilling water, filling up whatever container it gets poured into, taking up a space over and on top of him like she was made to, a little queen on her chiseled throne. she shifts, shuddering when zoro's cock slots in the empty space between the petals of her cunt, hips swerving instinctively against him, pouring her gasps into the passion of their kiss.
with little thought, her hands move to find zoro's, flattening his palms against her thighs more firmly, cinching a grip around his wrists. she moves him, an easy enough journey she doesn't think he needs a map to understand, moving his hands slowly up the curve of her hips, the dip of her waist, upwards to cup her soft breasts. further up, against her collar, and only when he's at her cheeks does she pull back panting from their kiss — turning her head to kiss each of his palms in their calloused centers, before smoothly bringing them up and over his head, encouraging his fingers to thread through the bars of the headboard.
sitting back, she looks down at him — his stretched torso, his kiss bruised mouth, his cock pinned and trapped under the weight of her wetness. nami snags the belt back up in her grip and winds it lazily around her knuckles, toying with the leather. )
I'm tying you to the headboard. Like this. ( she makes loops in the belt — cuffs, that go around zoro's wrists and through the bars, locking him in place. ) Don't tear it, or Sanji will be pissed. ( can he tear through leather? maybe. probably. the threat of sanji's anger is more what'll keep him bound, she thinks. leaving his hands there, nami lightly drags her nails down the length of his chest, over his nipples and down the ridges of his firm belly, the tip of her pointer finger lazily trailing through the barely visible slit of his cock, under her. ) You can tell me if you want to be free. I'll let you out. I'm in charge, but I'm not going to be mean about it. Okay? ( her lips twitch, amused, lifting herself up on her knees slightly, to take his swollen cock in hand, stroking him casually. ) Wanna say "yes, ma'am"? Or "yes, goddess divine"?
( it's the anticipation that makes each and every touch feel like a thousand — not just the anticipation from here, now, after exchanging heated words in their notebooks, after sinking into the depths of their connection, her thoughts, her feelings, her pleasure. it's months of build up, before he became a familiar, before they ever connected, tiptoeing around their desire in the wake of things that felt much more dire —
it's before this place, even. back on the merry, watching the way nami's brow furrows over her glasses as she scribbles something on a map she's working on. feeling the sting of her betrayal deep, deep, deep, but refusing to show it. smiling down at her as she admires the tangerine trees they'd dragged onto the ship before leaving coco village, her eyes bright and maybe a little shinier than she'd ever admit.
that's all why it feels so well-earned when nami presses her lips against his, finally, mouth parting for her obediently so they can kiss even deeper, tongue tracing hers, a little sloppier in all his eagerness. she settles onto his lap with ease, bare skin against bare skin, and when she shifts just so —
it makes zoro groan against her mouth, her hips grinding against the length of his cock as they kiss, sliding easily against him from how wet she already is — fuck, how wet he already is, the sheen of precome marking his belly. where he thinks she might chide him for touching without permission, considering the premise of ... all of this, she grabs both wrists instead and guides his palms up the expanse of her body, just a little taste before she's pressing almost anachronistically sweet little kisses against his hands. maybe it's the power of their connection or maybe it's just zoro's strong need to let nami take control of him, but his fingers easily curl around the cool metal above him.
he's panting a little when nami draws back, trying very hard to resist the urge to rock his hips upwards against her in favor of laying there and listening, ears atop his head perked up and alert. she's awfully good at distracting him, though, with that sneaky little way her nail drags down the length of his torso, practically making him shudder beneath her by the time her fingers curl around his cock, stroking him like it's something as trivial as tying her shoes. )
— Nnnot the second one, ( he decides with an upwards quirk of his lips, because it sounds ridiculous, even if it's something sanji would probably call her unironically. suddenly, a memory hits, something that makes zoro breathe out a shaky huff of a laugh despite how fucking wrecked he is, unable to stop the stupid grin from spreading across his face. ) Yes, madam. Anything you say, madam.
( the corners of her lips turn up — the inevitable losing battle when a joking zoro is her competition. playfully, she lifts a hand to smack the side of his chest, wondering if a tickle would be more appropriate. if zoro is even ticklish. )
Oh, shut up.
( on the follow through of the slap, her fingers linger on the broad expanse of his chest, her smile going soft and pleased to see her pink, glittery painted fingernails outlined by all his tanned skin. probably, one is meant to have a plan before getting this far. nami is a huge fan of plans, generally speaking, as has been well established. unfortunately, one doesn't get here without having zoro essentially naked under them, his cock hard and wet and rubbing against sensitive spots that make nami a little dick dumb, chest rising and falling with anticipatory breaths. holding out with zoro is as much a tease for herself as it is for him, but nami likes teasing — and most importantly, she likes making zoro suffer.
she arranges herself to sit between zoro's spread legs, knees bent over his thighs, the pink slit of her cunt on display like a show, which it is. artfully, her fingers frame around her pussy, parting her folds, lazily trailing up and down where she's wettest. biting her lower lip, nami hums, impishly. )
I said I'd show you how to do it. ( her fingers circle around her clit, gasping a little animatedly, but it is a sort of dramatic reenactment. no reason not to play it up for him. ) You know, Sanji didn't need to be instructed. He knew exactly what to do, exactly how I liked it.
( it's more a playful ploy at humiliation — not just because a pissy zoro is it's own version of extremely hot, but because there is something to the idea of being like a piece of meat split between the two of them, their tool for one upping each other, their competitive game of choice. provided, of course, that they keep their eyes on the ultimate prize: getting nami off. yeah, right. well — this is her fantasy, and in it zoro and sanji are well behaved and obsessed with her, fighting over the privilege of touching her wet, hot body. )
Where would he be, if he were here, do you think? In — in here? ( two fingers press inside her, eaten up by a greedy cunt. when she pulls them back, they're cum-slick and glistening, poised in the lamplight for zoro's viewing pleasure. ) Ooor ... ( sitting up, she presses zoro's thigh open, her wet fingers trailing between the cleft of his ass and finding his hole, circling it with her arousal spread against him in something like ownership. ) here, maybe?
( 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 — 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 — 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 — them. jealousy — 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 — 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 — is that —
abruptly, zoro's bound wrists tug against his restraints, suddenly overcome with the desire to — 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 — ( in defeat as he comes, painting his own heaving chest with it, a stray trickle of creamy white down his cheek. )
( 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. )
( what precious few thoughts linger in zoro's mind are washed away by the tide of his orgasm, panting softly, head flopping back against the pillows as he attempts wading through the fog that's settled over him. post-nut clarity is definitely a fucking myth, because he can barely comprehend how — intense that felt.
(it probably doesn't help that he doesn't really jerk off, even when he wakes up hard and sleepily drooling on nami's tits with sanji's stubble and hot exhales tickling the back of his neck — he just yawns and stretches and meanders outside to go for a run or lift some weights; he's never really understood the seemingly all-encompassing desperation other people feel. — until now, maybe.)
the soreness in his shoulders starts to creep in first — not unpleasant, really, just unusual from the way he's been holding his arms, muscles flexing in his attempts at keeping still, not realizing how tightly his fingers are curled in on themselves until he relaxes them. zoro swallows hard, rolling his shoulders one at a time, pointy ears relaxing against his hair as he slowly blinks his eyes open to look through heavy lids dumbly, perhaps awed, even, down at nami grinning like the cat that got the canary. fuck. she's so —
his hips jump as she palms over his spent cock, earning her another pathetic little dribble of cum and her taunts only leave him even more slack-jawed and stupid, brain practically short-circuiting as she smears his mess over his torso and takes some for herself, fingering it inside of her. the dichotomy of the unabashedly filthy way nami touches herself and the tender way she pets his ears, toys with his earrings is enough to make his head spin, enough to make him feel vaguely insane.
— is this what the shitty cook feels like all the fucking time? consumed with all-encompassing desire and devotion that practically seeps through his pores? for nami, he gets it. he really fucking gets it, even if he's too far gone right now to conjure up any other way to express it besides obedience.
it's pure instinct when his lips part and his tongue lolls out, eyes fluttering closed as she bears some of her weight down on him, chin tipping up just so as he laps at the slick folds of her cunt before licking deeper inside once, groaning as he tastes himself, tastes her, tastes —
zoro tugs at his restraints without even thinking about it, the chafe of the leather belt against his wrists the only reminder of why he can't just wrap his arms tightly around her thighs and hold her against him. nami's in control, and that satisfies something burrowed deep in his chest that he can't tell if it comes from being a familiar and having their connection or if it's just been inside him all along. he wants to please her, tongue outstretched and pressed against her, chin slick with her arousal and his own saliva, wants her to grind her clit against him until she's moaning and shuddering and can't hold herself up anymore. )
( zoro has an eager way about him, that anyone else might not recognize — luckily nami has a front row seat, can see the flush of excitement spread up his neck, the glimmer in his eyes that hints more at a daunting challenge than sexual frustration. it makes nami smile, girlish and giggly, because she knows she's going easy on him, and knows he wouldn't thank her for it. besides, there's no shame in him admitting defeat. this is a man who has set himself on the path of becoming the world's best swordsman — you don't get there without practice, and nami doesn't imagine she'd mind what practice would look like in this context. )
Just hit the headboard if you need to breathe.
( the first flick of his tongue has a shuddering gasp wrenched from nami's mouth, her body automatically bouncing away from him, overstimulated, shocked by pleasure. nothing she can't overcome though, with another breathless laugh, sinking a hand in the hair at the top of zoro's head and sitting back down, grinding her cunt on the runway his tongue makes. she still shivers and gasps like a ship on choppy water, but she doesn't pull away once she knocks against his nose, clit grinding on the squashed tip. she feels it building up in her core, an eruption bubbling in her belly. if she pulled back far enough to get fingers in her cunt, she could squirt all over him, could instruct him to lap it up like the hungry little kitten she knows he is.
she doesn't, though. the bigger part of nami wants to give him her orgasm, wants him to earn it and enjoy the reward. her body works in a rocking motion, throat raw from moaning and whining and gasping as she grinds down on his chin, letting his neck support her weight as she keens into him, back bending and arching, chasing after his tongue. )
God — yes, Zoro, please. That's perfect, you're — you're a good boy, my good fucking kitty.
( the orgasm sneaks up and punches her in the gut, wrenching a moan out from her, hands in her own hair, on her breasts, in zoro's hair, until they finally settle on grasping his, the bars of the headboard squashed between their sweaty palms. her body moves more on instinct, rutting against his mouth, chasing the last tendrils of her orgasm until she's exhausted by it, body hot and floating on clouds as she comes down. languidly, with all the effort of a sleep-infected house cat, she dislodges from his neck, sinking down on his body until she's cupped beside him, overheated skin cooling against his. a happy sound leaves her throat, leg tossed over his hips, arm draped around his chest, eyes shut while she gives a very good impression of falling asleep.
luckily, she doesn't. nami's eyes open after a moment and, smiling at him, she reaches up to undo the belt around his wrists, wrapping her hands around them instead, squeezing the barely there bruises. )
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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. )
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Date: 2024-03-04 03:36 am (UTC)he is well versed in the art of self-restraint. it's what makes him a good swordsman instead of some shitty one who just hacks away at his enemies; he's precise, each action thought out three moves before the next. it's his self-restraint, he thinks, that's kept him and nami from —
until now. it's slipping from his grasp, just a little bit, pointed tips of his nails indenting his palms as zoro waits what feels like a lifetime for her to pass through the doorframe of their bedroom. it's easy to loosen his grip on his self-control when he's nami and nami's him and their connection grows more and more palpable with each step she takes towards him. she wants him and he wants her, wants to stop trying so hard to restrain himself and let nami do it for him instead.
his eyes blink open and he tips his head up to watch as she rummages through the drawer and pulls out — a belt. a belt that he can picture hugging sanji's trim waist. that makes something twist inside of him, too, something hot that zoro doesn't bother trying to swallow down when nami sits beside him. her hand in his hair, fingers curled just enough to give a sharp little tug, isn't enough to counteract the way her honey sweet words affect him, a pleased warmth washing over him, a low purr rumbling in his throat.
finally, finally, nami is going to kiss him, and his lips stay parted expectantly — only for his mouth to open a little wider, inhaling sharply as her hot mouth maps out his throat instead. the gentle press of teeth against his skin as she sucks a mark there makes him groan, chin fighting to tip up a little more even in her grip, desperate for more of her mouth, desperate for more of her, everything. )
Please. ( it comes out again before he even realizes it, practically pavlovian, squirming a little because — his need for her is starting to win over his previously unmatched restraint, especially with her so close and warm and tangible, and a hand can't help but reach to touch the bare skin of her thigh, fingers pressing needily. )
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Date: 2024-03-08 03:17 am (UTC)( again, as easy as anything, tilting her head back up and letting her pink tongue lick across the seam of his mouth before pressing their mouths together, all wet hot and open. nami slides into his lap with all the lucidity of spilling water, filling up whatever container it gets poured into, taking up a space over and on top of him like she was made to, a little queen on her chiseled throne. she shifts, shuddering when zoro's cock slots in the empty space between the petals of her cunt, hips swerving instinctively against him, pouring her gasps into the passion of their kiss.
with little thought, her hands move to find zoro's, flattening his palms against her thighs more firmly, cinching a grip around his wrists. she moves him, an easy enough journey she doesn't think he needs a map to understand, moving his hands slowly up the curve of her hips, the dip of her waist, upwards to cup her soft breasts. further up, against her collar, and only when he's at her cheeks does she pull back panting from their kiss — turning her head to kiss each of his palms in their calloused centers, before smoothly bringing them up and over his head, encouraging his fingers to thread through the bars of the headboard.
sitting back, she looks down at him — his stretched torso, his kiss bruised mouth, his cock pinned and trapped under the weight of her wetness. nami snags the belt back up in her grip and winds it lazily around her knuckles, toying with the leather. )
I'm tying you to the headboard. Like this. ( she makes loops in the belt — cuffs, that go around zoro's wrists and through the bars, locking him in place. ) Don't tear it, or Sanji will be pissed. ( can he tear through leather? maybe. probably. the threat of sanji's anger is more what'll keep him bound, she thinks. leaving his hands there, nami lightly drags her nails down the length of his chest, over his nipples and down the ridges of his firm belly, the tip of her pointer finger lazily trailing through the barely visible slit of his cock, under her. ) You can tell me if you want to be free. I'll let you out. I'm in charge, but I'm not going to be mean about it. Okay? ( her lips twitch, amused, lifting herself up on her knees slightly, to take his swollen cock in hand, stroking him casually. ) Wanna say "yes, ma'am"? Or "yes, goddess divine"?
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Date: 2024-03-11 02:59 am (UTC)it's before this place, even. back on the merry, watching the way nami's brow furrows over her glasses as she scribbles something on a map she's working on. feeling the sting of her betrayal deep, deep, deep, but refusing to show it. smiling down at her as she admires the tangerine trees they'd dragged onto the ship before leaving coco village, her eyes bright and maybe a little shinier than she'd ever admit.
that's all why it feels so well-earned when nami presses her lips against his, finally, mouth parting for her obediently so they can kiss even deeper, tongue tracing hers, a little sloppier in all his eagerness. she settles onto his lap with ease, bare skin against bare skin, and when she shifts just so —
it makes zoro groan against her mouth, her hips grinding against the length of his cock as they kiss, sliding easily against him from how wet she already is — fuck, how wet he already is, the sheen of precome marking his belly. where he thinks she might chide him for touching without permission, considering the premise of ... all of this, she grabs both wrists instead and guides his palms up the expanse of her body, just a little taste before she's pressing almost anachronistically sweet little kisses against his hands. maybe it's the power of their connection or maybe it's just zoro's strong need to let nami take control of him, but his fingers easily curl around the cool metal above him.
he's panting a little when nami draws back, trying very hard to resist the urge to rock his hips upwards against her in favor of laying there and listening, ears atop his head perked up and alert. she's awfully good at distracting him, though, with that sneaky little way her nail drags down the length of his torso, practically making him shudder beneath her by the time her fingers curl around his cock, stroking him like it's something as trivial as tying her shoes. )
— Nnnot the second one, ( he decides with an upwards quirk of his lips, because it sounds ridiculous, even if it's something sanji would probably call her unironically. suddenly, a memory hits, something that makes zoro breathe out a shaky huff of a laugh despite how fucking wrecked he is, unable to stop the stupid grin from spreading across his face. ) Yes, madam. Anything you say, madam.
( ah, the baratie. )
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Date: 2024-03-19 01:48 am (UTC)Oh, shut up.
( on the follow through of the slap, her fingers linger on the broad expanse of his chest, her smile going soft and pleased to see her pink, glittery painted fingernails outlined by all his tanned skin. probably, one is meant to have a plan before getting this far. nami is a huge fan of plans, generally speaking, as has been well established. unfortunately, one doesn't get here without having zoro essentially naked under them, his cock hard and wet and rubbing against sensitive spots that make nami a little dick dumb, chest rising and falling with anticipatory breaths. holding out with zoro is as much a tease for herself as it is for him, but nami likes teasing — and most importantly, she likes making zoro suffer.
she arranges herself to sit between zoro's spread legs, knees bent over his thighs, the pink slit of her cunt on display like a show, which it is. artfully, her fingers frame around her pussy, parting her folds, lazily trailing up and down where she's wettest. biting her lower lip, nami hums, impishly. )
I said I'd show you how to do it. ( her fingers circle around her clit, gasping a little animatedly, but it is a sort of dramatic reenactment. no reason not to play it up for him. ) You know, Sanji didn't need to be instructed. He knew exactly what to do, exactly how I liked it.
( it's more a playful ploy at humiliation — not just because a pissy zoro is it's own version of extremely hot, but because there is something to the idea of being like a piece of meat split between the two of them, their tool for one upping each other, their competitive game of choice. provided, of course, that they keep their eyes on the ultimate prize: getting nami off. yeah, right. well — this is her fantasy, and in it zoro and sanji are well behaved and obsessed with her, fighting over the privilege of touching her wet, hot body. )
Where would he be, if he were here, do you think? In — in here? ( two fingers press inside her, eaten up by a greedy cunt. when she pulls them back, they're cum-slick and glistening, poised in the lamplight for zoro's viewing pleasure. ) Ooor ... ( sitting up, she presses zoro's thigh open, her wet fingers trailing between the cleft of his ass and finding his hole, circling it with her arousal spread against him in something like ownership. ) here, maybe?
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Date: 2024-04-01 01:03 am (UTC)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 — 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 — them. jealousy — 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 — 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 — is that —
abruptly, zoro's bound wrists tug against his restraints, suddenly overcome with the desire to — 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 — ( 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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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. )
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Date: 2024-04-27 11:47 pm (UTC)(it probably doesn't help that he doesn't really jerk off, even when he wakes up hard and sleepily drooling on nami's tits with sanji's stubble and hot exhales tickling the back of his neck — he just yawns and stretches and meanders outside to go for a run or lift some weights; he's never really understood the seemingly all-encompassing desperation other people feel. — until now, maybe.)
the soreness in his shoulders starts to creep in first — not unpleasant, really, just unusual from the way he's been holding his arms, muscles flexing in his attempts at keeping still, not realizing how tightly his fingers are curled in on themselves until he relaxes them. zoro swallows hard, rolling his shoulders one at a time, pointy ears relaxing against his hair as he slowly blinks his eyes open to look through heavy lids dumbly, perhaps awed, even, down at nami grinning like the cat that got the canary. fuck. she's so —
his hips jump as she palms over his spent cock, earning her another pathetic little dribble of cum and her taunts only leave him even more slack-jawed and stupid, brain practically short-circuiting as she smears his mess over his torso and takes some for herself, fingering it inside of her. the dichotomy of the unabashedly filthy way nami touches herself and the tender way she pets his ears, toys with his earrings is enough to make his head spin, enough to make him feel vaguely insane.
— is this what the shitty cook feels like all the fucking time? consumed with all-encompassing desire and devotion that practically seeps through his pores? for nami, he gets it. he really fucking gets it, even if he's too far gone right now to conjure up any other way to express it besides obedience.
it's pure instinct when his lips part and his tongue lolls out, eyes fluttering closed as she bears some of her weight down on him, chin tipping up just so as he laps at the slick folds of her cunt before licking deeper inside once, groaning as he tastes himself, tastes her, tastes —
zoro tugs at his restraints without even thinking about it, the chafe of the leather belt against his wrists the only reminder of why he can't just wrap his arms tightly around her thighs and hold her against him. nami's in control, and that satisfies something burrowed deep in his chest that he can't tell if it comes from being a familiar and having their connection or if it's just been inside him all along. he wants to please her, tongue outstretched and pressed against her, chin slick with her arousal and his own saliva, wants her to grind her clit against him until she's moaning and shuddering and can't hold herself up anymore. )
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Date: 2024-05-06 12:16 am (UTC)Just hit the headboard if you need to breathe.
( the first flick of his tongue has a shuddering gasp wrenched from nami's mouth, her body automatically bouncing away from him, overstimulated, shocked by pleasure. nothing she can't overcome though, with another breathless laugh, sinking a hand in the hair at the top of zoro's head and sitting back down, grinding her cunt on the runway his tongue makes. she still shivers and gasps like a ship on choppy water, but she doesn't pull away once she knocks against his nose, clit grinding on the squashed tip. she feels it building up in her core, an eruption bubbling in her belly. if she pulled back far enough to get fingers in her cunt, she could squirt all over him, could instruct him to lap it up like the hungry little kitten she knows he is.
she doesn't, though. the bigger part of nami wants to give him her orgasm, wants him to earn it and enjoy the reward. her body works in a rocking motion, throat raw from moaning and whining and gasping as she grinds down on his chin, letting his neck support her weight as she keens into him, back bending and arching, chasing after his tongue. )
God — yes, Zoro, please. That's perfect, you're — you're a good boy, my good fucking kitty.
( the orgasm sneaks up and punches her in the gut, wrenching a moan out from her, hands in her own hair, on her breasts, in zoro's hair, until they finally settle on grasping his, the bars of the headboard squashed between their sweaty palms. her body moves more on instinct, rutting against his mouth, chasing the last tendrils of her orgasm until she's exhausted by it, body hot and floating on clouds as she comes down. languidly, with all the effort of a sleep-infected house cat, she dislodges from his neck, sinking down on his body until she's cupped beside him, overheated skin cooling against his. a happy sound leaves her throat, leg tossed over his hips, arm draped around his chest, eyes shut while she gives a very good impression of falling asleep.
luckily, she doesn't. nami's eyes open after a moment and, smiling at him, she reaches up to undo the belt around his wrists, wrapping her hands around them instead, squeezing the barely there bruises. )
How do you feel? Okay? You want water?