[ 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. ]
[ 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.
No, you shouldn't. [ Nami breathes, her eyes momentarily fluttering closed as he repositions himself, angled in just the right way that he's drawn close enough to be able to press against her clit when either of them move. ]
But if you want me walking around with no panties on, I get to enjoy the benefits.
[ Like the look Zoro's likely to get on his face as he does his best to seem wholly unaffected by the fleeting eyefuls he'll get any time she's got to climb anywhere to reposition the sails.
Doing her part to nudge them further over the brink and into fucking again, she takes advantage of having him like this and lets her hips rock up, enjoying the wet, slick sound of his cock dragging against her already soaking walls as she moves against him, the blunt edges of her nails digging into his shoulders once more. ]
A terrific mood. Because it takes you a whole five minutes to start talking again. [ The only reason she would be in an even better mood after they collide like this – clearly. ]
[ He's pretty sure that if she's walking around with no panties on, there's one main benefit for the both of them, but he guesses he won't argue with that too much.
Besides, he's very stoic. Very demure, very in control.
She's a menace, as usual. Working herself up against him, clawing gently at his back. It's hard to ignore where this is inevitably going to go, his cock swelling inside of her and getting dangerous stiff now that his refractory period is ticking away. She brings it out of him, too, which is surely purely physical and nothing else to worry about. ]
And here I remember you being the one practically in a coma. [ He presses his hips more firmly against her, mouthing at her neck between his words and teasing her with his teeth. ] Then again, I guess you wouldn't remember, would you?
[ Sure, that's the truth of it. He huffs out a soft breath as her insides tense around him, wet and warm and the noises bordering on obscene. He likes that, too. He unfortunately likes everything about having sex with her. Even, sometimes, her relentless mouthiness. ]
[ Whatever recovery time Nami needed dwindles by the second, replaced by the greedily needling want that fills her as his cock thickens up inside her. Nami's nails drag downward, pressing into his back when his hips snap forward, and she's hit with a pang of pleasure so sharp it makes her breath catch.
He can't see the way her eyes almost roll back from the feeling, or the way she's biting her lip to keep quiet, but Zoro can feel it when she flicks at his skin after he teases her about being in a coma.
Like either of us would ever want to forget– the not so tart, highly damning retort hangs on the tip of her tongue, a fight she almost loses while her hips arch against him, grinding harder as she feels his cock sink deeper into her. ]
Like you're ever gonna give me enough peace and quiet to forget. [ He better fucking not. ]
[ Yes, neither of them could ever risk admitting a feeling, could they?
He doesn't expect her to, anyway. Not even now, when she's clinging to him so tightly, with her insides and with her fingers seizing at his shoulders. Digging into his back as she holds him tightly, rocking her hips up against him. They really are both insatiable. He can't complain about it.
Instead he nips at her throat to pay her back, for that flick, for her slightly sharper words. ]
You wouldn't want me to. You need this. [ He doesn't even threaten to leave her be. He knows that he wouldn't be able to resist her any more than she is. It would be a useless gesture. And he grinds his hips deliberately against her, fucking her deep, to hopefully make sure she can't even think about that. ]
[ Because there are absolutely no feelings to admit, naturally.
And even if there were, they've fully stopped inching towards round two in favor of diving right in, which gives Nami more than enough to keep her occupied and distract her from the weird warmth that settles deep in her chest every time they lay together like this.
The movement of his hips is rewarded with a moan from her, a sound she tries and fails to stop from escaping past pursed lips, glaringly aware of how getting a sound like that out of her proves him right. Of course, if asked, she would clarify that it's not that she needs this, or him, it's just that she isn't interested in testing that theory. Why bother, when he gives her just what she wants?
Nami arches up without thinking, a blissful tremor leaving her shivering as the hard press of his cock fills her, the hot friction of his swollen length against her already fluttering walls urging her on, keeping her meeting his hips in a hungry grind of her own. ]
You need this. [ She tosses back, pointed and breathless at the same time – a talent that must be uniquely hers, before one hand combs through his hair, her palm curving against his scalp while she pulls him down into another kiss, stopping all objections before they can even begin. ]
[ He knows the truth. He knows that even if she doesn't want to admit it, and he assumes she never will, that she's properly hooked on this. On him, on his cock, on the way that he fills her. It's there in how she moans for him so readily, ho she arches and squirms underneath him, presses up closer.
She feels like such a mess already. Thanks to him, of course. So wet inside, their juices mingled, making it even more sloppy and heated, and sure to leave a mess on her sheets. At least he won't have to be the one to change them. That's her business.
He'll hear about that, later, but he doesn't care in the moment.
She doesn't let him speak this time, grabbing him by his hair and guiding him closer. Kissing him again, deep, hungry all over again. He meets her lips eagerly, pressing her back more firmly against the bed as he fucks into her, the rhythm of his hips slowly building in tempo. This is still more languid than before, the edge taken off, but there's no denying that he's well and truly fucking her now.
How could he not? She feels too good, too good to be allowed. One of his hands moves to her thigh, squeezing it tightly as he draws her up against his hip, letting him keep pushing into her deep with every stroke of his hips. Craving as much of her as he can get. All of her. ]
[ It would be easier if this was all there was to be hooked on. If things with Zoro went no further than the completely delicious mess she lets him make out of her, and the juddering, breathless way she'll end up trembling against him before too long, it might be just fine to admit that he drives her crazy. Right now, it's not a lie. He is driving her crazy, and Nami finds herself rising to the occasion. The slick sounds of his cock driving into her her feeds into her desire, giving her something to relish almost as greedily as the thought of getting him to fill her further.
Because she's crazy about him. Beyond the terrific sex – and it is terrific, if she says so herself – she'll get to fall asleep with his weight blanketing her while she steals glances downward at the smug, stupidly sleepy grin that'll settle across his annoyingly beautiful face, and the thought is so ridiculously satisfying, she's got to keep kissing him to hide the grin on her face.
The heat pooling low in her core builds easily, so close on the heels of her last climax, and Nami chases after that tightly coiling bliss, rolling her hips to meet his, even as the jolts of pleasure the motion sends though her threaten to overwhelm.
His name inches perilously close to the tip of her tongue until she's ducking her head to kiss and bite a line up the column of his neck instead. ]
[ Feelings are not something that Zoro usually allows himself, and certainly doesn't think about. The closest thing he ever felt to romance, to want, anything like that, it ended so abruptly. So violently. A part of him closed off that day, and it hasn't quite healed yet. Maybe it never will. It wouldn't be the first lingering scar that he's earned, and it won't be the last.
Being with the Straw Hats, though, that opened him to a few things. To loyalty. To friendship. To - well. He doesn't put a name to it, to what this is, even though he knows that it's more than just shameless rutting.
Even if it is rutting, now, the urgent way he moves inside of her. The laziness of round two is fading as she clings to him, as she kisses him, as she rocks her hips up in that perfectly complimentary motion. They do work annoyingly well together, in this and in many things. Maybe that means something. He's still not thinking too hard about it.
Instead he hisses when she moves to attack his throat, tangling his fingers in her disgustingly pretty tangerine hair. Quickens his pace, the sound of fucking ringing out louder, wetter, messier as he moves, as he pants and groans, animal and hot. ]
[ The soft, oddly melodic sound of a moan turning into breathless, fuckstruck laughter doesn't quite get muffled against Zoro's throat when he calls her a brat before she responds, her thighs tightening around his hips as she rolls her hips upwards, fucking herself on his cock, her nails digging into the middle of his back, most assuredly leaving marks. He's too good at this, at working her into a frenzy that disarms her and slips past her defenses, urging her to wear her enjoyment, and at times her affection, on her sleeve. She should like being called a brat less, for fewer reasons, than she does.
The pleasure working through her reminds her that the feelings are probably irrelevant, one more delicious detail of an evening already perfectly spent. Those low, almost growled sounds of pleasure that escape him, and the obscene, wet sound of him filling her already soaked cunt, erode her self-control as quickly and easily as the bliss building through her.
Nami presses her lips against his hideously gorgeous jaw before her mouth finds his in an eager, hungry kiss. ]
[ Oh, and of course she's so pleased with herself, isn't she? It'd be infuriating, if it wasn't so unreasonably attractive, like most things about her were. The smug look on her face, the noises that she makes, the drag of her nails down his spine. Everything was intoxicating. It was unbearable.
And yet he only fucked her faster. She was crumbling, too, that was the good part, starting to tremble and lose herself underneath him. He just needed to keep pushing her. Make sure she didn't quite win. Even if fucking her to yet another orgasm really was letting her win, in a way, but shush, he wasn't going to think about it that way and she couldn't make him. ]
Takes one to know one.
[ Muttered heatedly against her lips as he kisses her back, pins her more firmly down against the bed beneath him. He kisses her like he wants to devour her, reaching up to tangle his fingers tightly in her hair as his hips slap audibly against hers, relentless in his need. ]
Yeah. [ She pants between kisses, before her tongue sweeps over the swell of his bottom lip. ] Fuck yeah, it does. [ It's fuckstruck babble, that simultaneously manages to be about his bossiness and how fucking amazing he feels right now while he's all but pulling her past the brink of orgasm.
There's no way Nami can keep her enjoyment of this tamped down, especially not while he's shifting his weight to pin her between his body and the bed beneath them more securely, further ensuring he's all she can feel and taste in the heated span of moments between his rutting into her with renewed eagerness, and the orgasm that unravels her with the kind of frantic zeal that's unique to this. Whatever this is.
Nami quivers against and around him, the walls of her cunt fluttering with the rapid cadence of her pulse as she climaxes. Her body goes tight, slicking his length up with fresh wet as she digs her nails into his shoulder blades and kisses him like her life depended on it. ]
Not that he's worried about much but how she feels, now. About how she tastes when he kisses her, just as drunk and urgent in his lust. He can be a little cocky in moments, but fuck, she still drives him crazy, and he's fucking her like he can't hold back right now. Mostly because he can't.
Not when she's so hot, so wet. Not when she's so slick around him, clinging tight to his cock. It's perfect, she's always so annoyingly perfect, even as she whines, even as she moans into that kiss, losing what little composure she has left. And once again he tries to fuck his way through her orgasm, as long as he can, until the pleasure peaks and crashes over him, too.
He empties himself of her not long after, letting out a shuddering groan as he draws back from her lips, low and guttural. He sees stars, he thinks. How dare she. ]
[ At some point in the mad rush of her climax, she ended up with both hands cradling the sides of his face, holding him in that kiss for as long as she can keep him there, while her body tightens and trembles beneath his.
He comes, flooding her awareness with fresh heat, urging her up until she's arched against him and greedily grinding on his cock while he spends himself inside her, the sound of his low moan as pleasurable as any tangible caress.
Thunderstruck in all the best ways, Nami stays silent for a long moment after they both go still, too fuckstruck to call herself out on all the things she finds herself relishing about him in the aftermath. ]
You sure you got that demon nickname just from hunting pirates? [ Yes, it's a compliment. Yes, she's still basking and all the more unguarded and stupid because of it. ]
As soon as I can move, we're getting in the shower. [ That she's fucking him again before, during, and/or after is a given. ]
[ He's not going to judge, not this time. Not when he finds himself spinning a little into that kiss, clinging to her body, to her heat, as his only mooring line. She's warm and perfect wrapped around him, and he doesn't want to let go. Not for a second.
Though eventually, the moment begins to cool, just a tad. The pleasure rolls back, settling into a dull roar in his head and in his blood. He can focus again.
Focus maybe on her eyelashes, on the curve of her lips, on how delighted she looks. Buzzed, yes, in a pleasant way. God (that he doesn't remotely believe in) help him. ]
What, you think I fucked my way through my bounties? Please. [ He almost says something about none of them looking as good as her, and bites it back. She does not need that fuel on her ego. Not at all.
Instead, he scoffs slightly, resting his head against hers for a moment. ] Good. You're a mess.
[ All too easily, Nami could lose herself in the warm, familiar weight of his body against hers, and the lingering pangs of sweetly fading pleasure that make the absent patterns her fingertips draw across his shoulder all the more languid and quietly affectionate. ]
I think if you told me you got the demon nickname for other reasons, it wouldn't be a surprise. [ For reasons unknown, Nami is fast to dismiss the thought of Zoro fucking his way through anything that she wasn't a part of, choosing instead to try and shake off some of the post-coital haze, only to fail miserably when he rests his head against hers. ]
Like you look put together right now.
[ He looks perfect. Still a little flushed and recovering, gorgeously smug in a way that should make her roll her eyes, but instead encourages her to let her forehead bump his lightly before stealing another kiss, seemingly in no real hurry to have him pull away. ]
[ Realistically, he should be getting up. Cleaning her off of his dick and getting dressed, making sure to slip out of here before anyone can notice. They always have to play quiet, behave. Make sure that no one catches on. The blow up in the crew surely wouldn't be worth it.
He doesn't do any of that. It feels too good leaning against her. Nuzzling into her warmth, feeling her skin dragging against his, warm and soft. He doesn't even want to pull out of her any faster than he has to. ]
Better than you.
[ The words are muttered as he leans into the kiss, works his lips slowly against her. It's far lazier than before, most of the passion and the hunger fucked out of him for the time being. Instead he can just enjoy her. Far, far too much.
[ She murmurs, lips brushing lightly against his between kisses. There's a selfish train of thought running through her mind, already working out the absolute latest (or earliest) she could kick him out without it drawing attention. The idea of taking that bath and getting him tangled in her sheets afterward is far too satisfying to not try and keep him here. It's risky, but he's lingered longer.
Good thing she's not in any position to examine why that is, or why, even in the aftermath, it still feels like they're built to fit together. There's a warmth sitting on her chest that isn't easily dismissed, urging her to break away from that kiss in order to meet his eye again. ]
They're asleep. Take that shower with me. [ Her brows lift slightly, smirking in the way she sometimes does when she knows she's having a brilliant idea. ] We can find out how fast you make me need another one after. [ All for the sex, and not because she likes to steal glances at him while he's asleep. ]
[ He should know better, of course. Should know how to keep himself and his libido under control. He's trained himself, honed his mind, his willpower, to be just an extension of his blade. Of course he can turn down a little more fooling around.
Then again, seeing her tits all wet and glistening in the shower is certainly...
He rolls his eyes a little, like he isn't letting her win him over far too easily. ] You're relentless, aren't you? Need me that bad, huh?
[ But of course he's still here, tangled up in her. Still touching her almost unceasingly, his hands wandering without him really noticing. ]
Guess you need someone to make sure you don't fall over on those jelly legs.
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(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.
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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.
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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. ]
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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. ]
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[ 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?
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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.
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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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But if you want me walking around with no panties on, I get to enjoy the benefits.
[ Like the look Zoro's likely to get on his face as he does his best to seem wholly unaffected by the fleeting eyefuls he'll get any time she's got to climb anywhere to reposition the sails.
Doing her part to nudge them further over the brink and into fucking again, she takes advantage of having him like this and lets her hips rock up, enjoying the wet, slick sound of his cock dragging against her already soaking walls as she moves against him, the blunt edges of her nails digging into his shoulders once more. ]
A terrific mood. Because it takes you a whole five minutes to start talking again. [ The only reason she would be in an even better mood after they collide like this – clearly. ]
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Besides, he's very stoic. Very demure, very in control.
She's a menace, as usual. Working herself up against him, clawing gently at his back. It's hard to ignore where this is inevitably going to go, his cock swelling inside of her and getting dangerous stiff now that his refractory period is ticking away. She brings it out of him, too, which is surely purely physical and nothing else to worry about. ]
And here I remember you being the one practically in a coma. [ He presses his hips more firmly against her, mouthing at her neck between his words and teasing her with his teeth. ] Then again, I guess you wouldn't remember, would you?
[ Sure, that's the truth of it. He huffs out a soft breath as her insides tense around him, wet and warm and the noises bordering on obscene. He likes that, too. He unfortunately likes everything about having sex with her. Even, sometimes, her relentless mouthiness. ]
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He can't see the way her eyes almost roll back from the feeling, or the way she's biting her lip to keep quiet, but Zoro can feel it when she flicks at his skin after he teases her about being in a coma.
Like either of us would ever want to forget– the not so tart, highly damning retort hangs on the tip of her tongue, a fight she almost loses while her hips arch against him, grinding harder as she feels his cock sink deeper into her. ]
Like you're ever gonna give me enough peace and quiet to forget. [ He better fucking not. ]
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He doesn't expect her to, anyway. Not even now, when she's clinging to him so tightly, with her insides and with her fingers seizing at his shoulders. Digging into his back as she holds him tightly, rocking her hips up against him. They really are both insatiable. He can't complain about it.
Instead he nips at her throat to pay her back, for that flick, for her slightly sharper words. ]
You wouldn't want me to. You need this. [ He doesn't even threaten to leave her be. He knows that he wouldn't be able to resist her any more than she is. It would be a useless gesture. And he grinds his hips deliberately against her, fucking her deep, to hopefully make sure she can't even think about that. ]
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And even if there were, they've fully stopped inching towards round two in favor of diving right in, which gives Nami more than enough to keep her occupied and distract her from the weird warmth that settles deep in her chest every time they lay together like this.
The movement of his hips is rewarded with a moan from her, a sound she tries and fails to stop from escaping past pursed lips, glaringly aware of how getting a sound like that out of her proves him right. Of course, if asked, she would clarify that it's not that she needs this, or him, it's just that she isn't interested in testing that theory. Why bother, when he gives her just what she wants?
Nami arches up without thinking, a blissful tremor leaving her shivering as the hard press of his cock fills her, the hot friction of his swollen length against her already fluttering walls urging her on, keeping her meeting his hips in a hungry grind of her own. ]
You need this. [ She tosses back, pointed and breathless at the same time – a talent that must be uniquely hers, before one hand combs through his hair, her palm curving against his scalp while she pulls him down into another kiss, stopping all objections before they can even begin. ]
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She feels like such a mess already. Thanks to him, of course. So wet inside, their juices mingled, making it even more sloppy and heated, and sure to leave a mess on her sheets. At least he won't have to be the one to change them. That's her business.
He'll hear about that, later, but he doesn't care in the moment.
She doesn't let him speak this time, grabbing him by his hair and guiding him closer. Kissing him again, deep, hungry all over again. He meets her lips eagerly, pressing her back more firmly against the bed as he fucks into her, the rhythm of his hips slowly building in tempo. This is still more languid than before, the edge taken off, but there's no denying that he's well and truly fucking her now.
How could he not? She feels too good, too good to be allowed. One of his hands moves to her thigh, squeezing it tightly as he draws her up against his hip, letting him keep pushing into her deep with every stroke of his hips. Craving as much of her as he can get. All of her. ]
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Because she's crazy about him. Beyond the terrific sex – and it is terrific, if she says so herself – she'll get to fall asleep with his weight blanketing her while she steals glances downward at the smug, stupidly sleepy grin that'll settle across his annoyingly beautiful face, and the thought is so ridiculously satisfying, she's got to keep kissing him to hide the grin on her face.
The heat pooling low in her core builds easily, so close on the heels of her last climax, and Nami chases after that tightly coiling bliss, rolling her hips to meet his, even as the jolts of pleasure the motion sends though her threaten to overwhelm.
His name inches perilously close to the tip of her tongue until she's ducking her head to kiss and bite a line up the column of his neck instead. ]
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Being with the Straw Hats, though, that opened him to a few things. To loyalty. To friendship. To - well. He doesn't put a name to it, to what this is, even though he knows that it's more than just shameless rutting.
Even if it is rutting, now, the urgent way he moves inside of her. The laziness of round two is fading as she clings to him, as she kisses him, as she rocks her hips up in that perfectly complimentary motion. They do work annoyingly well together, in this and in many things. Maybe that means something. He's still not thinking too hard about it.
Instead he hisses when she moves to attack his throat, tangling his fingers in her disgustingly pretty tangerine hair. Quickens his pace, the sound of fucking ringing out louder, wetter, messier as he moves, as he pants and groans, animal and hot. ]
Don't - leave marks, brat -
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The pleasure working through her reminds her that the feelings are probably irrelevant, one more delicious detail of an evening already perfectly spent. Those low, almost growled sounds of pleasure that escape him, and the obscene, wet sound of him filling her already soaked cunt, erode her self-control as quickly and easily as the bliss building through her.
Nami presses her lips against his hideously gorgeous jaw before her mouth finds his in an eager, hungry kiss. ]
So fucking bossy.
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And yet he only fucked her faster. She was crumbling, too, that was the good part, starting to tremble and lose herself underneath him. He just needed to keep pushing her. Make sure she didn't quite win. Even if fucking her to yet another orgasm really was letting her win, in a way, but shush, he wasn't going to think about it that way and she couldn't make him. ]
Takes one to know one.
[ Muttered heatedly against her lips as he kisses her back, pins her more firmly down against the bed beneath him. He kisses her like he wants to devour her, reaching up to tangle his fingers tightly in her hair as his hips slap audibly against hers, relentless in his need. ]
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There's no way Nami can keep her enjoyment of this tamped down, especially not while he's shifting his weight to pin her between his body and the bed beneath them more securely, further ensuring he's all she can feel and taste in the heated span of moments between his rutting into her with renewed eagerness, and the orgasm that unravels her with the kind of frantic zeal that's unique to this. Whatever this is.
Nami quivers against and around him, the walls of her cunt fluttering with the rapid cadence of her pulse as she climaxes. Her body goes tight, slicking his length up with fresh wet as she digs her nails into his shoulder blades and kisses him like her life depended on it. ]
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Not that he's worried about much but how she feels, now. About how she tastes when he kisses her, just as drunk and urgent in his lust. He can be a little cocky in moments, but fuck, she still drives him crazy, and he's fucking her like he can't hold back right now. Mostly because he can't.
Not when she's so hot, so wet. Not when she's so slick around him, clinging tight to his cock. It's perfect, she's always so annoyingly perfect, even as she whines, even as she moans into that kiss, losing what little composure she has left. And once again he tries to fuck his way through her orgasm, as long as he can, until the pleasure peaks and crashes over him, too.
He empties himself of her not long after, letting out a shuddering groan as he draws back from her lips, low and guttural. He sees stars, he thinks. How dare she. ]
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He comes, flooding her awareness with fresh heat, urging her up until she's arched against him and greedily grinding on his cock while he spends himself inside her, the sound of his low moan as pleasurable as any tangible caress.
Thunderstruck in all the best ways, Nami stays silent for a long moment after they both go still, too fuckstruck to call herself out on all the things she finds herself relishing about him in the aftermath. ]
You sure you got that demon nickname just from hunting pirates? [ Yes, it's a compliment. Yes, she's still basking and all the more unguarded and stupid because of it. ]
As soon as I can move, we're getting in the shower. [ That she's fucking him again before, during, and/or after is a given. ]
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Though eventually, the moment begins to cool, just a tad. The pleasure rolls back, settling into a dull roar in his head and in his blood. He can focus again.
Focus maybe on her eyelashes, on the curve of her lips, on how delighted she looks. Buzzed, yes, in a pleasant way. God (that he doesn't remotely believe in) help him. ]
What, you think I fucked my way through my bounties? Please. [ He almost says something about none of them looking as good as her, and bites it back. She does not need that fuel on her ego. Not at all.
Instead, he scoffs slightly, resting his head against hers for a moment. ] Good. You're a mess.
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I think if you told me you got the demon nickname for other reasons, it wouldn't be a surprise. [ For reasons unknown, Nami is fast to dismiss the thought of Zoro fucking his way through anything that she wasn't a part of, choosing instead to try and shake off some of the post-coital haze, only to fail miserably when he rests his head against hers. ]
Like you look put together right now.
[ He looks perfect. Still a little flushed and recovering, gorgeously smug in a way that should make her roll her eyes, but instead encourages her to let her forehead bump his lightly before stealing another kiss, seemingly in no real hurry to have him pull away. ]
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He doesn't do any of that. It feels too good leaning against her. Nuzzling into her warmth, feeling her skin dragging against his, warm and soft. He doesn't even want to pull out of her any faster than he has to. ]
Better than you.
[ The words are muttered as he leans into the kiss, works his lips slowly against her. It's far lazier than before, most of the passion and the hunger fucked out of him for the time being. Instead he can just enjoy her. Far, far too much.
He's just gonna ignore that. ]
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[ She murmurs, lips brushing lightly against his between kisses. There's a selfish train of thought running through her mind, already working out the absolute latest (or earliest) she could kick him out without it drawing attention. The idea of taking that bath and getting him tangled in her sheets afterward is far too satisfying to not try and keep him here. It's risky, but he's lingered longer.
Good thing she's not in any position to examine why that is, or why, even in the aftermath, it still feels like they're built to fit together. There's a warmth sitting on her chest that isn't easily dismissed, urging her to break away from that kiss in order to meet his eye again. ]
They're asleep. Take that shower with me. [ Her brows lift slightly, smirking in the way she sometimes does when she knows she's having a brilliant idea. ] We can find out how fast you make me need another one after. [ All for the sex, and not because she likes to steal glances at him while he's asleep. ]
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Then again, seeing her tits all wet and glistening in the shower is certainly...
He rolls his eyes a little, like he isn't letting her win him over far too easily. ] You're relentless, aren't you? Need me that bad, huh?
[ But of course he's still here, tangled up in her. Still touching her almost unceasingly, his hands wandering without him really noticing. ]
Guess you need someone to make sure you don't fall over on those jelly legs.
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