Greedy is right. That trait reveals itself in everything she does in that rush of heated moments, where the hard line of his cock teases her cunt behind too many thin but annoyingly present layers of fabric, and the subtly voracious roll of her hips drives her crazy from the friction that sends pleasure sparking its way through her senses. Under normal circumstances, Nami might have never let herself recognize Zoro for the gorgeous idiot he is. Their lives back home are nowhere near as sordid as existence in the resort is, and while the year she’s spent as the casino’s captive has normalized things that would never be common back home, there is a newness to this.
It’s Zoro.
Zoro with his hands on her ass, one venturing far enough to make her breath catch, leaving Nami grateful he can’t see the way her eyes widen when his fingertip skims over her rim on its way to exploring the slick clinging to the velvet folds of her cunt. She reveals herself in other ways – her hands card through his hair, while her senses reel from the warmth of his breath on her skin.
"Nah, not into clothes like you apparently are." It’s all the rebuff she can muster without her voice trembling as she finds her awareness pinned, caught between the insistent way his cock drags against her heat, and the fingers he plays over her folds. Her knees dig into his hips like the most futile of wordless, half-hearted reprimands as she resists the urge to melt into the softness his voice takes on as he murmurs low against her ear. He isn’t supposed to make her thoughts run together, and her body ache for more this easily, but deep down, Nami isn’t shocked to learn Zoro is capable of exactly that. Despite her best interests and her best efforts, much like Luffy, he started to matter to her long before she could allow herself to openly care.
Without thinking, her hips angle downward, pressing her cunt hard against his cock as she stares, transfixed at the sight of Zoro tasting her wet on his fingers. The way she catches his wrist is equally unconscious, guiding his hand close to her mouth before she slips a fingertip past her lips, sucking her taste off his skin as her eyes blaze into his.
“Come here, you idiot.” The low pitch of her voice leans into a purr as she drops his hand and grips his shoulders instead, kissing him hard as Nami puts her weight into pushing him down onto the floor, her cunt still flush against his cock, her hips grinding needily, like some part of her is bound and determined to wish their clothing away. She’ll close the curtain once should she manage to get Zoro on his back, but for now she lets her mouth claim his, tasting herself when her tongue glides against his, inviting and wanting in equal measure, as beckoning as the pleasured sound she stifles against his lips.
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It’s Zoro.
Zoro with his hands on her ass, one venturing far enough to make her breath catch, leaving Nami grateful he can’t see the way her eyes widen when his fingertip skims over her rim on its way to exploring the slick clinging to the velvet folds of her cunt. She reveals herself in other ways – her hands card through his hair, while her senses reel from the warmth of his breath on her skin.
"Nah, not into clothes like you apparently are." It’s all the rebuff she can muster without her voice trembling as she finds her awareness pinned, caught between the insistent way his cock drags against her heat, and the fingers he plays over her folds. Her knees dig into his hips like the most futile of wordless, half-hearted reprimands as she resists the urge to melt into the softness his voice takes on as he murmurs low against her ear. He isn’t supposed to make her thoughts run together, and her body ache for more this easily, but deep down, Nami isn’t shocked to learn Zoro is capable of exactly that. Despite her best interests and her best efforts, much like Luffy, he started to matter to her long before she could allow herself to openly care.
Without thinking, her hips angle downward, pressing her cunt hard against his cock as she stares, transfixed at the sight of Zoro tasting her wet on his fingers. The way she catches his wrist is equally unconscious, guiding his hand close to her mouth before she slips a fingertip past her lips, sucking her taste off his skin as her eyes blaze into his.
“Come here, you idiot.” The low pitch of her voice leans into a purr as she drops his hand and grips his shoulders instead, kissing him hard as Nami puts her weight into pushing him down onto the floor, her cunt still flush against his cock, her hips grinding needily, like some part of her is bound and determined to wish their clothing away. She’ll close the curtain once should she manage to get Zoro on his back, but for now she lets her mouth claim his, tasting herself when her tongue glides against his, inviting and wanting in equal measure, as beckoning as the pleasured sound she stifles against his lips.