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i can’t eat your pretty pussy from my hammock.

or I could, but I don’t think you’d appreciate the audience.

Like you would. My tits are fantastic, but I get the feeling you're happy being the only guy who knows it.

And I definitely can't suck your cock while you make me come on your tongue, in a hammock.

doubt I'm the only one that knows it. as long as I get to be the only one that touches them.

[ and lick. and suck. and fuck them. ]

i have a feeling you could, but it wouldn't be as fun. speaking of...

Kind of cute when you're possessive. You know it better than any body else, too bad you're not touching them right now.

[ Or any other part of her, something the insistent heat playing over her senses is making her achingly aware of. ]

Speaking of, your face should be between my thighs.

it’s not like you need anyone else when I can fuck you until you pass out.

[ just a totally normal amount of murderous bloodlust at the thought of anyone else getting to see and touch her the way he does. ]

it’s where I do some of my best work

[ describing his obsession with burying his face in her cunt and eating her out until she was dripping down his tongue and chin as an oral fixation would be an understatement. ]

getting wet thinking of me sucking on your pretty clit?

You sound as greedy as I do.

You're it for me.

[ Oh how resents how gross and soft this situation makes her. ]

Getting wet thinking about more than that. The way you look so gorgeous with your mouth on me and your jaw working while you use your tongue to make me grab the sheets, how hard your cock is by the time you make me come so hard I'm begging you for it, and how amazing it feels when you're finally filling my cunt and breathing hard against my neck.

we're pirates. we don't share what's ours.

[ it's as soft as they ever get, but it's enough. ]

love how shameless you get. how you buck and grind against my tongue, dripping down my chin and making a mess of us both. how needy your whimpers sound when you're overstimulated and hungry for my cock. begging to get railed, because nothing else will satisfy you. do you know how hard that makes me? seeing you flushed all the way down to those gorgeous tits, mouth open and panting, spreading your legs just for me? can't ever get enough of your greedy cunt wrapped around me, sucking me in. making me forget everything but fucking you through the mattress like you're so desperate for

[ What's ours. As keyed up as he's already gotten her, after the sappy line she just came at him with, those two dumb words, of all things, make her face feel hot for reasons beyond merely being turned on. She's embraced being part of a crew, part of a larger 'ours', but this is different. It's sweet and sexy, and potent enough to make her heart skip a beat, even as the rest of what his message contains leaves her squirming in her seat and pressing her thighs tight together. ]

If I'm shameless then it's your fault. Seeing your lips wet with my slick as you stare down at me until I have to spread my folds so you can see how soaked and shuddering my cunt is for you, and just for you, watching your cock throb as you get close enough to tease over where I'm aching to feel you. If I'm greedy it's because you made me that way, because even right now, before I've laid a hand on you, all I want is to feel you coming inside me before you fall asleep with my body wrapped around yours.

[ This may have yawed into romance territory but what matters is she's going to fuck the shit out of him ASAP. ]

[ Usopp is still blinking sleep out of his eyes when zoro drags him from his hammock and onto the deck, telling him on no uncertain terms that he's on watch for the rest of the night before striding away. he's not sure what the look on his face is, but it's enough to have usopp swallow his complaints.

he strides into Nami's room less than ten minutes after that last text. he's always been fast, but it shows how much he tempers his strength around her when he's already over her before the door finishes shutting behind him. hot mouth claiming hers in a hard kiss while his hands spread up along the inside of her legs, spreading her open for his already hard cock, slotting himself between her thighs to grind against her, teeth pulling on her lower lip. ] You're a fucking menace. [ He rasps against her ear, hiking her leg over his hip and driving himself home without hesitation or teasing for once. ]

[ Every minute that passes after sending that message fuels her anticipation, making it impossible to ignore how seemingly every inch of skin on her body is aching to feel his hands. That idiot better not have fallen asleep. Idly shifting from the bed to her desk and back again, Nami's hands run absently along her naked sides, the motion drawing her eye to the mirror by her closet, where she looks at herself for a moment before smirking.

No way he dozed off. Not with this view waiting.

The muffled sound of footfalls on deck and the pang of hope that lances through her pull her out of her private reverie, and bring her back to settling across her bed, trying for casual, but the lust-darkened look in her eyes when Zoro finally bangs the door open and shows himself gives her away completely. Cradling the sides of his neck, she holds him in that kiss, claiming him in return, tasting his hunger and reveling in the way it makes her blood race, moving with him even as the simple act of him parting her thighs is enough to make her gasp against his mouth. Slick clings to her folds, wetting his cock as he grinds against her just enough to make her squirm and ensure when he's sinking into her a second later, Nami has to duck her head and hide her face against his throat in a vain effort to stifle another moan, the walls of her cunt shuddering and going tight around him as she tries not to let herself squirm. ]

Yes– [ Yes, she is a menace, yes he feels so fucking good she can't think of a single other thing but him, yes, yes, all of it, yes. ] And you missed this perfect cunt, didn't you?

[ Zoro groans as her body welcomes him in, so hot and slick around him. Always so perfectly tight. His arm braces over her head to keep his body weight from completely crushing her, the other gripping possessively at her hip as he sets a deep, shuddering pace that makes his balls tighten and pleasure lick along his spine, but won't have him spilling his load in just a few minutes. He wants to feel her. Wants to savor every slow press of his cock inside her. Where only he is allowed. ]

I always fucking do. [ The words growled against her ear, hand squeezing her ass and running down along her thigh, hitching her leg over his hip to spread her wider. Fit her tighter against him as he fucks into her. His breath warm against her ear, voice teasing, strained with the discipline it takes to keep his pace steady when she's clenching down tightly around him, pulling him in deeper with every pulse of her cunt around him. ] Don't tell me you're shy now. Not when your pretty little cunt is so wet and needy for me.

[ Every pang of want she's harbored between that first message sent and now shifts, turning molten, lighting her up from within, feeding into the sweet fire that makes every fiber of her being stand at attention, unwilling to miss so much as an iota of this. He's a feast, he's a room full of treasure, and her greed knows no bounds. His skin under her hands, her lips wet with the taste of his mouth and swollen from the voracious way she kisses him, every brush of her lips a demand. She wants it, she needs it: the slow, steady drag and press of his cock as he plunges into her, the strength in those rough hands as they guide her thigh higher so he can hit every spot she needs to feel that exquisite pressure and friction.

Nami can feel her body arching, her shoulders pressing back against the bed beneath them, giving her a little more leverage to keep her hips rolling, rising to meet his, to drive him to the hilt every time his hips snap forward and lose herself to the intense pleasure that lances through her entire body every time she feels his cock sink into her, and the dizzying way her body responds, walls clutching and pulsing in time with her racing heart. She's not drunk, but she might as well be with how dazed and consumed he leaves her, when even the heat of his breath on her skin can make her own breath catch in her throat, until every exhale comes in a soft gasping moan against his neck, and her hands run over his body, mapping his back with the flats of her fingers and the palms of her hands.

A gasped dressed as a ragged laugh tumbles past her lips before she parts her lips and rakes her teeth down the column of his throat, nipping at the skin pointedly, enough to leave a slight, already fading mark. ] Shut up. [ The grin curving over her features dresses those words in the same warmth that's all but shimmering through her like the hottest summer breeze. She's still smiling wolfishly when she tilts her head back enough to let her lust-darkened eyes meet his, the blunt crescents of her nails dragging down his shoulder blades, touching him, marking him up, purely for the joy of it. ]

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