( now that makes zoro's smile twist into something even more smug, a wicked little thing as he warns: ) Don't threaten me with a good time. ( and, perhaps a threat of his own, he leans in to bite the soft skin of her inner thigh, pearly whites strong enough to grip the wado ichimonji meeting something β equally precious to zoro.
nami.
he's close enough now, nosing under her skirt to get it the fuck out of his way, eyes fluttered closed as he delves right in, mouth wet as he kisses the apex of her thighs, humming as his tongue flicks out to taste her, fingers digging into her hips as he holds her in place. fuck. )
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nami.
he's close enough now, nosing under her skirt to get it the fuck out of his way, eyes fluttered closed as he delves right in, mouth wet as he kisses the apex of her thighs, humming as his tongue flicks out to taste her, fingers digging into her hips as he holds her in place. fuck. )