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🎀 a wrap?

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[ There's a discordant note in the music, somewhere between the pleasure and the damnable fullness of her heart, there's this soft, steadily building clang that couldn't possibly be her heart, could it? He makes her want to climb the walls in absolutely every way a person could make another person want that, and she really does not know what to do with that. There are no red flags or alarm bells sounding over how natural it feels to get lost in him like this, to let everything whittle down to the pleasure and tension each press of his fingers sends through her, and the stupid, warm joy that settles over her heart over the way he calls her beautiful.

She's so caught up, her orgasm catches her off-guard, leaving her dissolving into stifled moans against his mouth as the steady roll of her hips grows erratic and urgent, trembling while she fucks herself against his fingers, coating them in fresh wet, thick droplets of slick clinging to the insides of her thighs and darkening his pants below where she's spread across his lap, her walls tight around him, fluttering in time with her pulse. ]

You're one to talk. [ That same quiver threads through those whispered words as one hand trails down his arm, her eyes meeting his and her face flushing while she eases his fingers out of her cunt, making herself shiver. She isn't still for long, if at all, even with her body buzzing pleasantly in the wake of her orgasm, Nami couldn't possibly let that be everything. That half turn that found her chest against his finally finishes with Nami's thighs bracketing Zoro's hips, straddling him as one hand moves between their bodies, first to grasp needily at his shirt, then to impatiently unfasten his pants. ] Come the fuck closer already, idiot.