[ 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. ]
shhhh it's fine, you are a welcome gem to my inbox
[ 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. ]
i appreciate you, and this mess that keeps on giving
[ 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. ]
unfortunately they are so stupid, and also my favorite
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
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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. ]
100 years later, i am so sorry.
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. ]
shhhh it's fine, you are a welcome gem to my inbox
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. ]
i appreciate you, and this mess that keeps on giving
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. ]
unfortunately they are so stupid, and also my favorite
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. ]
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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. ]
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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.
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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. ]
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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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