( 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: 2024-04-01 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?