he's wet. it's a confusing thing, stumbling back into consciousness as nami cries out and cums all over him — and confusing still is the throbbing of his cock, the flexing of his stomach as precome leaks from his slit, mixing with her slick, the air cooler around him than the clench of her cunt around him making him shudder.
nami's voice is in his ear, her lips grazing over his skin, fuck me, get inside me. zoro might be dreaming still, actually, but —
it's the way she practically pleads with him — want it in me, want your cum — that makes him blink open bleary eyes, arms drawing around her, skin slippery against his as he groans, voice scratchy with sleep: ) Fuck, Nami.
( the sun's already streaming through the windows of nami's room, which means that his alarm's probably gotta be minutes away from going off, which means — shit, he better hurry his ass up and get his shit together if he's gonna listen to nami and listen to his dick and fuck her. maybe zoro's not as smooth as usual, limbs feeling heavy still, but he's strong enough that it's easy to flip them over and end up kneeling between nami's thighs, kicking off his boxers at some point, hands on her knees as he surveys her from beneath lids heavy with sleep: her skin's flushed, lips pink and bitten, her flimsy panties absolutely soaked through, the fabric of her shirt damp from being pressed up against zoro's torso.
oh. oh. holy shit. the realization is probably clear as day on his face, lips parting, glancing down at the way his chest's still practically glistening. he shakes his head, practically sighing: ) You're so fucking hot.
( and he doesn't have the patience for her panties — like she clearly didn't, either — so he tugs them to the side and guides his dick back inside her waiting cunt, not bothering to pause for either of them to adjust before he's thrusting into her, pressing himself against her and moaning against her mouth because everything is so fucking wet. it makes him think about how she got like that — did nami touch herself first? how long had she ridden his cock before he woke up? fuck. )
( a puff of air falls out of her mouth when they switch positions, and — well, fuck. nami has never been more grateful for zoro's apparent aversion to clothes than when he's on top of her, all sweaty and sleepy, toned body on display like a feast for the eyes. it'd be a huge missed opportunity to be shy about how hot she finds him, all his tanned skin and thick, plump muscles, the wide set of his firm chest, his broad shoulders all flexing when he moves her, realization settling over his features. nami doesn't have anywhere near enough braincells still rattling around in her brain to be abashed about her actions — she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip that turns up in a smile, arching a brow, body writhing in a way that's meant to be tempting. to say — can you blame me? have you seen what you look like?
like a fucking wet dream, in any case. nami can fully admit her bias, while also deciding anyone who disagrees is an idiot. she's all happy purrs under him, cunt swollen from orgasm and extra tight when he plunges into her, lips parted on a breathy moan. her hand collars his neck, a loose piece of jewelry, and she's not embarrassed to groan into his mouth, hot off the fact he finds her hot. )
Say that again. Tell me I'm hot, that you love my cunt, my big — big cat. ( there's a lilt of amusement in her voice, letting out a half formed laugh. her hands trail down his torso, nails dragging on the ridges of his abs. ) You love how hot your body gets me. Need to have it first thing in the morning, couldn't even wait for you to get up. You love knowing that when I need your cock, I use it like it's mine.
( at least, nami's loves it. her cunt's all fluttery around him, happy to be filled and fucked and satisfied with an orgasm first thing, extra wet by the indulgent time she spent teasing herself, by the thrill of doing something sordid and nasty. arms snake around him, hands cupping his ass to feel it when he fucks into her, pushing him in deep with a mewling cry. )
Give it to me — ( hard and fast is the general way about these things. nami likes it that way, when zoro throws her up against a wall and nami tears up his back with her nails, when she sits on his face and makes herself cum before even touching his dick. but. there's a mission she's doing here. no, she might not remember all the details in this particular moment, but she remembers she's supposed to draw this out, make it last. her hands flatten on his ass, keeping him locked inside her, quickly crossing her ankles at the small of his back to trap him there, between her legs. in his ear, ) Be a good boy and fuck me slow, kitty.
( suspicious, she thinks. who wants to go slow when their boyfriend is stupid hot, in peak physical condition, and capable of doling out orgasms like wanted posters from the marines? not fucking nami, whose body is already primed and hungry for another orgasm, another rough fuck she's trying not to let herself have. )
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Date: 2024-09-24 03:34 am (UTC)he's wet. it's a confusing thing, stumbling back into consciousness as nami cries out and cums all over him — and confusing still is the throbbing of his cock, the flexing of his stomach as precome leaks from his slit, mixing with her slick, the air cooler around him than the clench of her cunt around him making him shudder.
nami's voice is in his ear, her lips grazing over his skin, fuck me, get inside me. zoro might be dreaming still, actually, but —
it's the way she practically pleads with him — want it in me, want your cum — that makes him blink open bleary eyes, arms drawing around her, skin slippery against his as he groans, voice scratchy with sleep: ) Fuck, Nami.
( the sun's already streaming through the windows of nami's room, which means that his alarm's probably gotta be minutes away from going off, which means — shit, he better hurry his ass up and get his shit together if he's gonna listen to nami and listen to his dick and fuck her. maybe zoro's not as smooth as usual, limbs feeling heavy still, but he's strong enough that it's easy to flip them over and end up kneeling between nami's thighs, kicking off his boxers at some point, hands on her knees as he surveys her from beneath lids heavy with sleep: her skin's flushed, lips pink and bitten, her flimsy panties absolutely soaked through, the fabric of her shirt damp from being pressed up against zoro's torso.
oh. oh. holy shit. the realization is probably clear as day on his face, lips parting, glancing down at the way his chest's still practically glistening. he shakes his head, practically sighing: ) You're so fucking hot.
( and he doesn't have the patience for her panties — like she clearly didn't, either — so he tugs them to the side and guides his dick back inside her waiting cunt, not bothering to pause for either of them to adjust before he's thrusting into her, pressing himself against her and moaning against her mouth because everything is so fucking wet. it makes him think about how she got like that — did nami touch herself first? how long had she ridden his cock before he woke up? fuck. )
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Date: 2024-09-25 02:53 am (UTC)like a fucking wet dream, in any case. nami can fully admit her bias, while also deciding anyone who disagrees is an idiot. she's all happy purrs under him, cunt swollen from orgasm and extra tight when he plunges into her, lips parted on a breathy moan. her hand collars his neck, a loose piece of jewelry, and she's not embarrassed to groan into his mouth, hot off the fact he finds her hot. )
Say that again. Tell me I'm hot, that you love my cunt, my big — big cat. ( there's a lilt of amusement in her voice, letting out a half formed laugh. her hands trail down his torso, nails dragging on the ridges of his abs. ) You love how hot your body gets me. Need to have it first thing in the morning, couldn't even wait for you to get up. You love knowing that when I need your cock, I use it like it's mine.
( at least, nami's loves it. her cunt's all fluttery around him, happy to be filled and fucked and satisfied with an orgasm first thing, extra wet by the indulgent time she spent teasing herself, by the thrill of doing something sordid and nasty. arms snake around him, hands cupping his ass to feel it when he fucks into her, pushing him in deep with a mewling cry. )
Give it to me — ( hard and fast is the general way about these things. nami likes it that way, when zoro throws her up against a wall and nami tears up his back with her nails, when she sits on his face and makes herself cum before even touching his dick. but. there's a mission she's doing here. no, she might not remember all the details in this particular moment, but she remembers she's supposed to draw this out, make it last. her hands flatten on his ass, keeping him locked inside her, quickly crossing her ankles at the small of his back to trap him there, between her legs. in his ear, ) Be a good boy and fuck me slow, kitty.
( suspicious, she thinks. who wants to go slow when their boyfriend is stupid hot, in peak physical condition, and capable of doling out orgasms like wanted posters from the marines? not fucking nami, whose body is already primed and hungry for another orgasm, another rough fuck she's trying not to let herself have. )