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[ For the time being, at least, they're just crewmates, partners, sometimes rivals, and often bedmates, and it doesn't need to be anything more than that. He's certainly not looking for anything more, and despite her moments where her armor slips, he doesn't think she is, either. They're on a mission, together, and the One Piece takes priority over everything else.

After? They'll see what happens when there's an after.

Right now, he's well occupied. The drag of her nails down his back and the squeeze of her muscles is plenty appealing, and a perfect sign of just how much an effect he's having on her already. Especially when she whines like that, pants, tugging at his hair, and he repays her by nipping under her chin, as he eases a second finger nice and deep inside of her. His cock throbs at the promise of being in her, but he can wait. He has patience. A little. More, he thinks, than she does, and that's the important part. ]

If you need more, you can just say it. [ He murmurs the words against her throat, hot and low between his kisses. ] You're cute when you beg.

[ A bodily shudder runs through Nami's body as Zoro presses into her with two fingers now, her walls hot and slick as they flutter around him, betraying just how much she wants him despite her best efforts at playing it cool. The hand on his back sweeps over his side, as Nami reaches the other behind her to push herself up on the mattress, her body pressing against his more insistently as she makes it easy for her fingertips to travel low on his stomach, following the slope of his hip down to the base of her cock. ]

Begging you not to waste this– [ Nami breathes, her head turned to hide her face against his hair as her hand fists the base of his cock, palm curving almost delicately as she massages the shape of him, taking her time to stroke upward. For all her bluster, she wants him enough to momentarily relinquish casual, her teeth tugging at his earlobe before she murmurs a quiet, but markedly determined– ] Fuck me Zoro.

[ That's just the reaction that he's hunting for, too. To overwhelm her a little, to prove just how badly she wants it. She's so slick, so hot, and there's no denying that she's dying to be filled, and satisfied, and he wants to give it to her, too. Wants to feel that heat wrapped around him. He's just doing a slightly better job, this time, at holding it back, at seeming like he's not too desperate.

Though the way she curls her hand around his cock doesn't quite help. He's very hard, yes, all for her, all for her body and her noises and the way she looks, the heat in her eyes and the syrupy sound of her voice when she's all worked up. When she's demanding. ]

So picky. [ But he's not complaining, not really. His fingers draw out of her and suddenly he's pushing her thighs back, forcing her open nice and wide so that he can guide himself against her. His cock runs slickly against her folds, back and forth a few times to savor the heat of her, before starting to push slowly into her. Savoring it, the heat, his eyes closing over for a moment and head tipping back while he just revels in her. ]

[ If there was any doubt of just how badly she wants him, the way she arches towards him, thighs parted wide enough to bracket his hips, as his cock sinks into her, and the soft moan of bliss that follows ought to remove all doubt.

Times like these are when it's alright to be greedy. He'll give her shit for it in the aftermath, but as the length of his cock is sheathed inside her to the hilt, she doesn't care about that. She rocks up, grinding against him slowly as one of her thighs settles on Zoro's hip, he's already close, but she wants him even more so. ]

You like it. [ Potentially dangerous words breathed out in an almost purred out moan, her head turning, the bridge of her nose nuzzling against the side of his face before her lips find his neck, leaving her stamping kisses over his skin, warm and open, sucking just enough to leave a mark that'll vanish before morning. ]

[ He, though, has no doubt about how badly she wants it. Of course she does. She always gets so worked up when they do this, always seems to come so hard, that he has no lack of confidence. It's still nice to feel the way she clings to him, though, her leg curling around his hip, pressing up as close as she can get.

And she answers him, sheathing himself to the limit inside of her. Pumping firmly against her, since he knows by now that she's not exactly the type for gentle most of the time. That would likely feel too emotional, too much like something that this absolutely isn't. If it's just hard, and urgent, and primal, then it's just fucking. Which is all it is. Obviously.

He smirks a little at those words, that moan, tipping his head back while he savors the heat of her. He never tires of it. Sometimes, in brief fleeting moments, he lets himself think that she feels almost like she was made for him, a perfect match. But he'll never, ever admit that to her. That would give her too much power. ] Not as much as you do. Fuck, you're tight.

[ Beyond the obvious, there's more to her enjoyment. He's fantastic at this, ready willing and able to fuck her into the mattress, more than enough to get her pulse racing just on the promise or having his cock buried deep inside her, but the sex isn't entirely everything. If asked she'd deny that there isn't a part of her — that feral part that grew up cut off from others and raising herself — that likes him close, closer than she's had the pleasure of letting anybody get to her beyond a fast encounter at a bar between running cons and hustles. It's not a relationship, not anything beyond the sleep they both lose in favor of nights like these, but it gives her more than she'd ever tell him.

Showing him, however, is at least partially inevitable. There's a point where holding back becomes harder than it ever has, when she's rolling her hips, fucking herself against his cock and hiding her face against his neck stifling her moans with kisses against his throat, it's impossible to mask how much she likes this.

Already she can feel that hot tension that's pooled low in her core making her pulse race as her hands rake down his back, nails dragging light trails over his skin, every thrust of his cock feeding into her building climax. ] That doesn't sound like a complaint. [ Nami counters breathlessly as she lifts her head, her eyes blown dark with desire when they meet his, lips parting in a breathless smile as she fights the urge to tell him just how good this feels. ] Fuck, I'm gonna come so hard Zoro, don't stop.

[ They have a connection, certainly. A lot of differences, obviously, in their skills, their philosophies, they way they carry themselves and handle the world - but in a lot of ways, they're Luffy's left and right hand. That means something. And while it's his job to keep a sharp eye out on everyone, including the rest of the crew - seeing as Luffy is far too optimistic and open-hearted to do that himself - he knows that he can trust her to be smart, trust her to get them where they want to go, and to make the good decisions.

Is it more than that? Certainly nothing that he'll ever admit. But he's happy to be the one giving this to her, and he's getting exactly what he needs out of it besides. Her, her body, the pleasure that perhaps only she can bring.

Like now, like when her eyes are so dark and so hot as she looks up at him. He can feel her trembling and clenching around him and he smirks a little, leaning down to nibble at her ear as he ruts into her without hesitation, without slowing for a second. ] You must have been wound up tight. So easy. Go on, don't hold back. I want to feel you come on me.

[ Funny that moments like this is perhaps the most wordy that Zoro ever gets - even if it's still mostly mono-syllabic. ]

[ It's a strange twist of fate that threw her in her crew’s path, but somehow as bizarre as it might be, it all makes sense. Naturally, Luffy needs not one but two voices of reason, and of course it was only a matter of time before the two most level-headed members of the crew took their quiet comissierating one step over the line – and then another. Nevermind that this goes far beyond what she's known, and the greed he brings out of her is more vivid and multifaceted than she could put into words, it still feels like it makes sense. It feels right.

That doesn't stop her from exhaling a shaky, breathless laugh when he urges her on, the hand on his back sliding down to grasp at his hip, selfishly pulling him in for more as her hips arch up, rolling faster as her need, and that searing tension rises through her. ]

So fucking smug. [ Her free hand slides up the nape of his neck before her fingers card through his hair, turning her head as he nibbles at her ear to try and mask a moan. The muscles of her inner thighs almost twitch, as the slicked heat of her cunt clutches tight around him, coming undone in a flurry of trembling curses and the soft sighing sound of his name. Which is all because of the orgasm and not at all because he drives her crazy in all the best ways. ]

[ She's always been a little bit greedy, hasn't she? It's part of what makes her tick, as far as he's concerned. These days, he just happens to know that she has a good reason to be - that she earned her need for money, the way she obsesses over it, the way that he obsesses over strength, and his sword. So can he really judge her, when she clings to him so tightly, when she gets so greedy for his body and his attention, in these quiet moments when no one else is around?

No. But he can tease her about it, anyway.

It's not that quiet, either, as he fucks her hard. As she pants against his ear, and his throat, as she holds him close, starting to tremble and shudder underneath him. She's coming to pieces, he can feel it, and he fucks her through her orgasm as best he can when she clutches so tight around his cock, almost like she's trying to milk him inside of her. ]

Damn - right. [ Of course, she has her own reason to be smug. She feels so fucking good, clinging onto him, and he growls out his pleasure as he presses his head down and bites on the meat of her shoulder for a moment, trying to hold back the throbbing in the pit of his stomach. His thrusts slow, a steady motion, not wanting to give in that easily. He has his pride to consider. ]

Zoro– [ The steady roll of her hips stutters as he fucks her through her orgasm, slowing but never ceasing, ensuring her breaths stay sharp and shivering against his neck while her fingers tighten in the short strands of his hair. If she's greedy, maybe he is too, maybe they're both indulgent for letting this happen again and again. It's something she could think too much about if she allowed herself to, and while Nami is most at ease when she's gotten to the root of, and planned her way out of any puzzling problem that lands in her path – he makes it very hard to think, or care about unraveling this particular knot.

Her arms tighten around Zoro as she feels him fight to keep himself under control, gasping louder than she would have liked as his teeth find her shoulder. Fresh heat works through her body, as, even with her senses swimming as blissfully as they are, she recovers just enough to arch against him, tipping her hips up and pressing them flush against his before she grinds against him, keeping his cock pressed deep inside the slick, shuddering warmth of her cunt. Nami accepts that her efforts to undermine his resolve will end her trembling against him all over again, but as much as she likes stealing his reasons to be smug, she wants to see him as blissed out and fuckstruck as she is right now.

There's no concealing the color clinging to the apples of her cheeks when she tilts her head back enough to meet his gaze, but thankfully, she doesn't have to try to hide for long before the need to kiss him wins out, and she's pulling him into another kiss. ]

[ It's everything that he hopes for. The way she trembles, the way she whines, the way she seems to lose control of herself, practiced motions faltering as she gets more and more worked up around him. She's usually so good at keeping in control, one of the most level-headed of their little crew by far, clever and cunning and dangerously competent. So it's nice to see her coming apart sometimes, to see her weak, and vulnerable, and needy. It's fucking adorable, frankly. Not that he thinks she'd quite appreciate hearing it in those terms.

Of course, she's not making it easy on him, though, is she? She clings to him more tightly, presses up her hips to bury him deep, deep in the heat of her and keep him there as best she can. And she really does feel perfect. Like she was made for him, if he was feeling particularly sappy, or maybe just particularly honest, and he's never going to admit a thought like that out loud. Even if it's true, even if she feels so good as he ruts into her, and she's doing her best to push him over that edge, too. And it's working. Of course it's working.

It's almost a good thing she kisses him, gives him something else to focus on. The heat of her mouth, the softness of her lips, and he groans, urgent and hot into her mouth, moans swallowed a little into the passion. His hips rut faster against her, now, picking up pace urgently as the heat keeps building in the pit of his stomach, as his balls clench and burn with the need to come. Fighting his need as he fucks her faster, harder, tangling his fingers in her hair and biting urgently at her bottom lip without a care, just because he needs to vent his frustration somehow. ]

[ Her hands move from his hair to grasp his shoulders, the blunt tips of her nails digging into his skin as every thrust of his hips sends jolts of nearly overwhelming pleasure through her. It's just like him to push her over the edge and keep going, ensuring she stays breathless, every inhale as ragged as the way she continues to move against him, stubborn and eager in equal measure, though she'd swear it was all the former and not the latter. The full range of ways she enjoys this with him is absolutely none of his business, after all.

Right now, there's no hope of hiding anything – not with the way she's still so tight and wet around him, her chest pressing against his almost as needily as the rest of her, her body almost buzzing from how close she is to coming a second time. The sharp feel of his teeth when they catch her bottom lip only serves to feed into that building bliss, the breathy moan tumbling past her lips inching into a low purr of a growl as ordinarily nimble hands claw and scrabble down the line of his back, leaving marks that are likely soon to fade without so much as a second thought about restraint or playing it cool. She can tell how achingly close he is, the firm press of his cock, somehow growing even harder, stretching and filling her as he fights his own orgasm and drives her out of her wits as a result.

Grasping greedily at his hip with one hand, the other finds his jaw, palm curving to almost cradle the side of his face as she draws back, only to duck her head and run bites down his throat, sucking hard at his skin as the last of what passes for resolve slips away, that second orgasm ensuring that she's trembling even as she works hard to hide every whimper and moan she can against his throat. She goes tighter around his cock, slicking the length of him up with fresh wet as her inner thighs twitch against his sides. ]

[ Well, why would he ever go easy on her? It's not like she ever does it to him, always needling and pushing - well-meaning, of course, but still. She tests him plenty, so it's only fair that he does the same to her, pushes her limits and sees how close he can get her to breaking. Besides, with how she moans, with how wet she is beneath him, can she really argue that she isn't loving it?

Not that he has much self control left himself. She clings to him so tightly, every perfect inch of her body wrapped around him and gripping close. The heat of her mouth, the noises that she lets out, the drag of her sweat-slick skin against his chest and his hips, and the urgent wetness between her legs. He can hear it, feel it, every thrust inside of her audible with how he churns her up inside, and that's without including the deliberate smack of his skin against hers, his body pressed tight and his cock buried as deep as he can go inside of her. It's all soo good, keeps his head spinning a little, the adrenaline surging through his body like only the best fight can manage. He's addicted to her like he's addicted to the blade, and he knows it.

And then she comes underneath him, and any restraint slips away. He's made his point, seized his little victory in sending her shuddering into bliss, and he rams into her two, three more urgent times before he comes hard himself, his forehead pressing against her shoulder and a sharp, harsh bark of pleasure escaping his lips. He cuts loose, flooding inside of her, his muscles seizing and trembling in his thighs, and for a moment the entire world goes white. She's the only thing in it. Her breathing, her scent, the warmth of her body.

He can never tell her that, of course, but he can't deny how satisfying a moment it is. Relaxing. Perfect. ]

[ If he wasn't like this, if he didn't keep her breathless and struggling to do much more than shudder blissfully, she might have ended up too fuckstruck to stop herself from babbling and letting more than a few choice remarks slip through what's left of her defenses – that one lingering speck of reason that keeps her from crossing more lines than the ones a pair of crewmates who fuck frequently blow right past.

That final, driven way he snaps his hips forward fills the space between them with the slick, almost lurid sound of him fucking into her, and the hot heat of him spending himself inside her presses hard on that iota of rationale still trying its best. Without thinking, her arms wrap tight around his shoulders before she pulls him against her, voracious (possessive, if someone looked at it too long and in the right light) in the want to have him flush against her while he buries himself inside her.

She wants to say something, more than anything she wants to have a tart remark to puncture the warm, sweet haze that's now seeping into her perception. Instead, Nami finds herself turning her head, closing her eyes as the short strands of his hair tickle her skin, all too comfortable getting away with hiding her face in his hair and breathing him in while her body buzzes and her heartbeat gradually slows to something normal again. ]

Fuck. [ Nami murmurs quietly, the word punctuated with a gentle chuckle, privately relieved he'll likely chalk it up to the orgasm alone, and not the warm, affectionate ache spreading through her chest in the aftermath. A feeling that has nothing to do with the sex at all. ]

[ There's something so very right in the way that it feels to be pressed flush against her, almost no space between their bodies. Something almost too right, if he let himself think on it and linger, but he doesn't. He's very good at not thinking about things that he doesn't want to. Especially when he is otherwise so delightfully occupied.

And he is, by the warmth of her body, the slickness of her skin and her cunt. The way that her breasts settle soft and warm against his chest, or her fingers clutch at the shifting muscles of his back, or just the way she smells when he's pressed in close against her. She smells of salt, and citrus, and fucking, and he loves every layer of it and more. Could get addicted to it, if he's not careful. Could get addicted to all of her.

Good thing he's always so careful, right?

As the tension unspools from his muscles and from his mind, he lets his fingers stroke lazily over her faintly trembling thigh. Lets himself nuzzle into her throat still, nosing into her, mouthing over her a little. The rush recedes, his orgasm complete, and he lets out his own slow and heavy breath, finding no strength in his body to move from where he's draped across her like a great heavy blanket, or a well-satisfied cat. ]

You're welcome. I can tell you needed that.

[ Not him, though. He was fine. Obviously. ]

[ In the warmth of the afterglow, it isn't difficult for all the reasons she has to enjoy him to creep back into the forefront of her mind, softening her further, however subtly, ensuring she doesn't object when Zoro settles with his weight fully blanketing her like it is. If it suited her, Nami would complain – might still end up complaining, depending on whether they can linger here in all this peaceful sweetness instead of lapsing back into the bristling bickering that's more comfortable when she's thinking straight.

And it's not that her thoughts are garbled, or jangled, she knows what she feels, she's aware of how deeply she basks in his warmth and his strength press flush against her as a blissful, satisfied heat thrums steadily deep in her core as his cock stays drawn deep inside her.

It's good that he can't go very long without making her roll her eyes, not quite sobering because she still feels too good to be pulled completely away from the moment, but enough to make her huff quietly, a light puff of air against his shoulder. ]

Yeah, and I wasn't alone in needing it, either. [ Her head tilts enough for her temple to bump his jaw lightly, an absent show of affection masked behind barely there indignation. ]

I'm gonna be stuck in sleeved tops for a week because of you.

[ She's going to enjoy it every time she catches a glimpse of the marks he's left behind on her skin. ]

[ If nothing else, he knows full well that she's very good at complaining, very good at making her opinion known. If she wants to kick him out of her bed, or just off of her where he drapes, warm and sated and with a clinging film of sweat, she'll tell him. Or just knee him in the ribs. So the fact that she doesn't, well, that means something in and of itself, doesn't it?

Not that he's thinking about that. Not that he cares. Obviously.

Maybe she just doesn't want him to pull out, that discomforting emptiness that comes post sex. He's enjoying it himself, the warmth of her still wrapped around him, helping to coax out faint little tingling aftershocks of pleasure. It's nice. It's always nice, with her.

He grunts softly at first when she bumps against him, his fingers tracing idly over her thigh. Then rolls his eyes. ]

You like it. I can feel how much it gets you off.

[ Hard to lie to someone when he's inside of a living lie detector. ]

Besides, not like your wardrobe isn't big enough.

[ The way he rolls her eyes draws a brief, quiet chuckle out of her, before she rests her head back against the pillow, tilting her chin up far enough to watch him through her eyelashes, her lips curving in what might pass for a dubious smirk in the right light, and if she were just a little less smug. ]

Like you're not always fucking me like you want me to end up screaming your name. [ Which would be terrible for their cover, but the thought still has Nami shifting beneath him almost imperceptibly, lifting her hips just enough for a slight, twinge of pleasure to skirt across her awareness. ]

My wardrobe has to be big. Somebody on this boat needs to be ready for anything. [ Nami lowers her head, delivering a brief bite to his shoulder, while the hands on his back trace along the lines of his shoulders. ] Anyway, what if you get into ripping my clothes off? I'll need extra. [ Therefore, her love of cute outfits will remain indulged at any and possibly every place they come across. ]

[ Oh, and she looks annoyingly good like that, with her eyelashes heavy and her lips quirked in a smile. It makes him want to kiss her, and it makes him want to pull her pigtails like a kid on the playground. Well. Assuming she was wearing pigtails at the moment.

(she looks good in that too, damn her.) ]

See, again, it sounds like you're asking me to fuck you worse. You've got to make up your mind.

[ He doesn't miss the moving of her hips, the way she writhes against him. His cock throbs again, and for just a moment his breath catches in his throat. The bite he handles better, though he does growl softly. ] So you're saying if you rile me up too much, I can just rip your panties off? I'll remember that.

[ The satisfied look on her face deepens as she hears that little would-be gasp that gets caught in his throat when she moves, and for a moment it becomes incredibly tempting to do it again. In the end, she opts for self-preservation, relaxing against the bed while she continues to watch him, as lazy and content as he seems. ]

There's worse? [ Which is, absolutely, a challenge, but then– ] Not the word I'd use. [ She'll shoot tart remarks at him all day, but Nami can't sincerely find a single thing that's gone between them that she hasn't enjoyed – part of the problem, really, but that's a distant issue for now.

Like most times, her panties distract him from that fleeting moment of softness, even if now it's more in a hypothetical sense. Her brows pitch upward, and she shakes her head. ]

That mean you get worked up enough to rip my panties off? If that happens, I might let you, just to see what happens next.

[ It's probably for the best that they don't fall immediately into the next round, tempting as it is. He's pretty sure that he'd be up for it - there is something annoyingly addictive about her and her body - but he can behave. For now.

Probably. ]

It'd have to be worse, to stop you yowling like an alleycat.

[ He lets out a little scoff at her words, though, deciding to pay her back with another shift of his hips in turn. Like he's the one getting worked up. Please. ]

Maybe I just get tired of all your bows and frilly underthings. Would be nice to just tear them off and go to town sometimes. Not like we can always waste time.

[ Sneaking around behind everyone's backs is fun, mind you, but it does mean they have to be at least a little smart about how they do it. ]

[ Huffing out a dubious breath, Nami brings the side of her knee up to gently nudge Zoro's side, shaking her head at him in mock exasperation, a look that's undermined by the smugness in her expression that doesn't seem to be going anywhere any time soon. ]

Surprised you can hear me over all that growling of yours. [ She manages to get a retort out just before he shifts and cuts her off from continuing, as a gentle tremor of not-so-distant pleasure makes her breath hitch.

Nami can feel that motion has left her shoulders flushed with fresh heat, but that hardly is going to stop her from arguing, even as fondly and half-heartedly as they're doing now. ]

My cunt deserves the nicest panties, so either you learn to appreciate it, or you stop being all talk and rip them off. [ He's right about not wasting time, but that really isn't as important as continuing to prod at him like this. Nami's eyes narrow as she sits up enough to brush the side of his cheek with her own. ] Since you don't want to waste time getting back inside me. [ She concludes in a low whisper against his ear, following her words up with another slight roll of her hips against his. ]

Please. I'm perfectly under control.

[ That definitely doesn't seem true all the time he's inside of her. It's funny how he can keep his head when he's in a fight, but something about fucking her brings out the wildness in him even more, the hunger, something uncontrollable and hot. Maybe that says something, but if it does, he's not listening.

He does let out a soft snort, keeping his own bickering arrogance on hand. He can't let her have anything. ]

Better if you were just naked under your skirts all the time. No one would notice, probably.

[ Ah, but before he can say too much more than that her hips are squirming underneath him again, and he bites back a noise, not wanting to give her the satisfaction. Not that she won't be able to feel his cock throbbing and twitching inside of her, the "half" in "half-hard" suddenly an understatement. ] And you don't even want me pulling out, do you?

[ Perfectly under control. How hard he's becoming contradicts his words and leaves her smirking deeply, the sleepy ache that's been simmering in her core flares ever so gently. That light rush of pleasure makes Nami bring her hips up, moving slow and almost lazily when they meet his. ]

Maybe they wouldn't – [ Nami starts as her fingertips trail through his hair before skimming along the back of his neck, touching him for the sake of touching and masking that softness in the smugness hanging richly in her purred voice. ]

But someone's gonna notice how hard you are because I keep flashing my wet cunt at you when nobody's looking.

[ Her head tilts, lips still brushing his earlobe as she rests the side of her head against his. ] You don't want you pulling out, either.

[ They're already dangerously close to just fucking again, and he's not sure that he cares about it right now. Not when she's playing with the back of his neck in that oddly soothing way, when she's grinding up onto his hardening cock. She's even wetter, now, his cum still churned up inside of her, and he can hear it as well as feel it, every time she moves. That probably shouldn't turn him on as much as it does, that she's full of him. ]

Guess I shouldn't put it past you to be such a tease.

[ He nibbles her neck a little, not wanting to totally give her the advantage here. Shifts his hips, angling just so, so that the flat of his pelvis brushes more deliberately against her clit. ]

Well when you're humping me like you're dying for more, it'd be rude to cut you off. [ Another nip. ] You're in a better mood after I've fucked you, anyway.

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100 years later, i am so sorry.

shhhh it's fine, you are a welcome gem to my inbox

i appreciate you, and this mess that keeps on giving

unfortunately they are so stupid, and also my favorite

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