[ nami was on the short list of people who could get away with calling him an idiot, although the blow was significantly softened by the follow up of her lips, pressed hard against his own once more. he might have grabbed her himself, if not for the fumbling attempt to shrug out of his shirt, too eager, arms slipping from its sleeves with a low grunt of impatience. once free, he tugged her closer again, one hand curving its strong grip around her ass, close enough now to feel the hard press of his erection, nudged up against her thigh.
it was unusual to see her lose her cool for once, yet hot in its own way – forcing them back on equal ground, her own walls slipping in the way she’d already forced his down.
he’d only been vaguely aware of sanji’s movements in the background, focus fixed firmly on the woman in front of him, thoughts of competition temporarily derailed by the way her tongue slid up against his – yet he couldn’t quite ignore that quiet rustle of fabric being yanked down, nor that irritating voice that made him want to both knock him on his ass and kiss him all over again. zoro rolled his eyes, visible only to nami at this proximity, a shared flicker of almost fond annoyance before he finally turned his head to look back at the cook. ]
Guess you’re used to being done quick.
[ he hadn’t wanted to be the first one naked, but he admittedly hadn’t considered the consequences of being the last, either. they were swiftly realized the moment sanji leaned back in, pressing between the cleft of her cheeks in a move that made zoro’s own cock ache in response, the faint twitch enough for nami to feel as his envy spiked once more – and he had no one to blame but himself. even now he could feel that easy grind of his hips, the secondhand pressure making him exhale sharp against her skin.
unwilling to give him even that brief satisfaction, he instead dipped his head to kiss at the opposite side of nami’s throat, all wet lips and the occasional catch of teeth as he worked his way down, nipping a mark at the ridge of her collarbone. he’d let his fingers tangle in the back of sanji’s hair, and he gave a sharp tug as he withdrew – not with any real intent to pull him away, but enough to remind him he was very much there.
horny as he was, it still wouldn’t make the attempted orders go down smooth, the way they might have coming from nami – but he’d be damned if he was going to waste the opportunity and leave the idiot to enjoy himself. it’s with a begrudging sort of compliance that he finally pulled back, only enough to deftly unbutton his own pants, shoving them down without any real ceremony and kicking them off to the side.
it was, at least, long enough to appreciate the view, dark eyes dragging the length of nami’s torso to where the blond’s fingers teased down, slipping between slick folds in a way that both held his attention and shoved up against a more possessive instinct, the part of him that refused to let someone else set the pace. it was why it was sanji that his lips found next, pressing a rough kiss at the hinge of his jaw, taking in the faint scent of smoke and spice as his breath fanned hot against his ear. ]
Don’t need you to tell me that.
[ the words may have been directed at him, but his attention remained centered on nami, hand teasing up over the curve of her breast, claiming in its grasp – even if only for a moment, briefly catching the peak of her nipple before he wandered lower, down the gentle curve of her stomach. leaving the touch to linger, he traced a line just below her navel, a promise never fully delivered. ]
Someone’s gonna have to, when you come first.
[ with a half-smirk and a sharp sting of teeth against the cook’s ear, zoro hooked his fingers around nami’s wrist, guiding delicate fingers toward the hard length of his cock. the slight hitch in his breath was felt through a tightened grip on her hip, his opposite hand braced there, keeping her pinned more firmly against the slow rock of sanji’s hips. ]
[ The seconds unfold in a heady rush of strong, soft heat. The taste of their mouths in hers etches its way into her memory, as hands and kisses—or just the complete madness of the moment itself—leave Nami feeling fully taken apart and wholly put back together at the same time. This is the kind of complication she could not have imagined herself in, even for the money, even if her life had been her own for much longer than it has and she’d gone into this already a seasoned pro at betting her heart on things. But, at the same time, there’s no place Nami would want to be more than right here between them, aroused, amused, and infatuated. It’s so easy to bask in Sanji’s passionate enthusiasm, covering her neck in eager kisses like he started planning the route his mouth would take the moment they met, and the way it plays off of the deliberate, purposeful gravity Zoro puts behind every movement—like being caught between a mountain and the sea.
The world beats in a staccato rhythm that echoes how her pulse jumps and races, eager to the point that the effortless cool she’s honed like a tool that does double duty as a weapon and a suit of armor becomes pointless and gets tossed aside. There’s no masking how she shivers as she draws herself up and arches into the hand Zoro palms over the full curve of her ass, and it’s only the voracity of her mouth on his that stifles the quiet groan that feeling his cock, hard and insistent against her hip, pulls out of her, a purr messily concealed between the insistent gliding lick of her tongue and the purposeful, rolling way she grinds briefly against the shape of him, while Sanji’s mouth on her neck keeps her perpetually on the edge of trembling between them.
Just as the hand in Zoro’s hair trails down the nape of his neck, nails dragging in the wake of her perpetually inquisitive palms, and the one slipping low on Sanji’s stomach gets deliciously close to the thickened base of him, the cook draws back, leaving her hand reaching for him even after he presses a kiss to her palm, and the ensuing rustle of fabric removes any doubt about why he withdrew from the slowly interlinking knot of bodies and limbs the three of them have begun creating among themselves.
It’s likely Zoro can feel her smirk against his neck when he takes Sanji’s bait (and did the cook really just boast about getting his pants off first?) leaving her to plant hot, open kisses along the column of his neck, pulling open the button at the top of her pants while her other hand continues reaching behind her, greedy fingers seeking purchase on the newly bared angles of one of Sanji’s hips so she can drag him closer. His chest is snug against her back, and the slick trail of pre that the thickened-up crown of his cock leaves a heated streak across her skin, teasing in a way that makes her want to press hard against him until the hard drag of him against the cleft of her ass, before slipping further to tease her folds, fanning the ache that’s been building steadily since the door shut behind them, ensuring he finds her wet when his cock grinds against her.
Kiss-swollen lips glisten with saliva as Zoro draws back to finish undressing, and she’s left looking after him with heavy-lidded eyes blown dark with desire, while Sanji’s mouth on her neck continues to keep her arching and grinding against him, the hold she keeps on his hip relentless, her fingers digging into his flesh. Weak under the weight of Zoro’s stare and the searingly hot awareness that he’s watching Sanji’s hand travel between her thighs to further tease her cunt, she gasps sharply as pleasure lances through her, too far gone to want to try and act like the lust burning its way through her is blazing any less voraciously than it is.
That heat makes her skin almost uncomfortably hot and leaves her face flushed in the seconds it takes for Zoro to return and tangle himself up in this mess once more, the evidence of his arousal pressing tantalizingly low on the line of her hip, close enough to make the mental image of fucking them both race through her mind for the hundredth time that evening, but this time the hues of this particular vision are made all the more vivid as she takes in the gorgeous sight of Zoro as he brings his mouth close to Sanji’s jaw, muttering arguments against the other man’s skin while he leads her hand to his cock at the same time.
Following the sight and the growled pitch of Zoro’s voice, Nami twists at the waist as her hand wraps into a loose fist around him, palm curving and massaging the head of his cock, getting her skin slick with his pre before working down the length of him, the slow stroke of her hand mirroring the way she grinds that slick heat against Sanji. ]
The two of you are going to feel like real idiots when I make you both come first. [ From this angle she can lean in and let her mouth wander, running kisses down Sanji’s neck before turning her head so her teeth can graze Zoro’s shoulder, biting down just enough for him to feel it while his teeth tease at Sanji’s earlobe. ]
Just keep it together, idiots. You both better be fucking me tonight. [ The hand on Zoro’s cock withdraws to slip between her thighs, the flats of her fingers still slick with his pre as they massage the underside of Sanji’s cock, pressing him flush against the soaked heat of her folds, teasing him with the prospect of more while wetting up her palm with her own arousal. When her fingers wrap back around Zoro’s length barely a heartbeat later, her skin glides hot and slick against him, fucking him faster with her fisted hand. ]
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it was unusual to see her lose her cool for once, yet hot in its own way – forcing them back on equal ground, her own walls slipping in the way she’d already forced his down.
he’d only been vaguely aware of sanji’s movements in the background, focus fixed firmly on the woman in front of him, thoughts of competition temporarily derailed by the way her tongue slid up against his – yet he couldn’t quite ignore that quiet rustle of fabric being yanked down, nor that irritating voice that made him want to both knock him on his ass and kiss him all over again. zoro rolled his eyes, visible only to nami at this proximity, a shared flicker of almost fond annoyance before he finally turned his head to look back at the cook. ]
Guess you’re used to being done quick.
[ he hadn’t wanted to be the first one naked, but he admittedly hadn’t considered the consequences of being the last, either. they were swiftly realized the moment sanji leaned back in, pressing between the cleft of her cheeks in a move that made zoro’s own cock ache in response, the faint twitch enough for nami to feel as his envy spiked once more – and he had no one to blame but himself. even now he could feel that easy grind of his hips, the secondhand pressure making him exhale sharp against her skin.
unwilling to give him even that brief satisfaction, he instead dipped his head to kiss at the opposite side of nami’s throat, all wet lips and the occasional catch of teeth as he worked his way down, nipping a mark at the ridge of her collarbone. he’d let his fingers tangle in the back of sanji’s hair, and he gave a sharp tug as he withdrew – not with any real intent to pull him away, but enough to remind him he was very much there.
horny as he was, it still wouldn’t make the attempted orders go down smooth, the way they might have coming from nami – but he’d be damned if he was going to waste the opportunity and leave the idiot to enjoy himself. it’s with a begrudging sort of compliance that he finally pulled back, only enough to deftly unbutton his own pants, shoving them down without any real ceremony and kicking them off to the side.
it was, at least, long enough to appreciate the view, dark eyes dragging the length of nami’s torso to where the blond’s fingers teased down, slipping between slick folds in a way that both held his attention and shoved up against a more possessive instinct, the part of him that refused to let someone else set the pace. it was why it was sanji that his lips found next, pressing a rough kiss at the hinge of his jaw, taking in the faint scent of smoke and spice as his breath fanned hot against his ear. ]
Don’t need you to tell me that.
[ the words may have been directed at him, but his attention remained centered on nami, hand teasing up over the curve of her breast, claiming in its grasp – even if only for a moment, briefly catching the peak of her nipple before he wandered lower, down the gentle curve of her stomach. leaving the touch to linger, he traced a line just below her navel, a promise never fully delivered. ]
Someone’s gonna have to, when you come first.
[ with a half-smirk and a sharp sting of teeth against the cook’s ear, zoro hooked his fingers around nami’s wrist, guiding delicate fingers toward the hard length of his cock. the slight hitch in his breath was felt through a tightened grip on her hip, his opposite hand braced there, keeping her pinned more firmly against the slow rock of sanji’s hips. ]
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The world beats in a staccato rhythm that echoes how her pulse jumps and races, eager to the point that the effortless cool she’s honed like a tool that does double duty as a weapon and a suit of armor becomes pointless and gets tossed aside. There’s no masking how she shivers as she draws herself up and arches into the hand Zoro palms over the full curve of her ass, and it’s only the voracity of her mouth on his that stifles the quiet groan that feeling his cock, hard and insistent against her hip, pulls out of her, a purr messily concealed between the insistent gliding lick of her tongue and the purposeful, rolling way she grinds briefly against the shape of him, while Sanji’s mouth on her neck keeps her perpetually on the edge of trembling between them.
Just as the hand in Zoro’s hair trails down the nape of his neck, nails dragging in the wake of her perpetually inquisitive palms, and the one slipping low on Sanji’s stomach gets deliciously close to the thickened base of him, the cook draws back, leaving her hand reaching for him even after he presses a kiss to her palm, and the ensuing rustle of fabric removes any doubt about why he withdrew from the slowly interlinking knot of bodies and limbs the three of them have begun creating among themselves.
It’s likely Zoro can feel her smirk against his neck when he takes Sanji’s bait (and did the cook really just boast about getting his pants off first?) leaving her to plant hot, open kisses along the column of his neck, pulling open the button at the top of her pants while her other hand continues reaching behind her, greedy fingers seeking purchase on the newly bared angles of one of Sanji’s hips so she can drag him closer. His chest is snug against her back, and the slick trail of pre that the thickened-up crown of his cock leaves a heated streak across her skin, teasing in a way that makes her want to press hard against him until the hard drag of him against the cleft of her ass, before slipping further to tease her folds, fanning the ache that’s been building steadily since the door shut behind them, ensuring he finds her wet when his cock grinds against her.
Kiss-swollen lips glisten with saliva as Zoro draws back to finish undressing, and she’s left looking after him with heavy-lidded eyes blown dark with desire, while Sanji’s mouth on her neck continues to keep her arching and grinding against him, the hold she keeps on his hip relentless, her fingers digging into his flesh. Weak under the weight of Zoro’s stare and the searingly hot awareness that he’s watching Sanji’s hand travel between her thighs to further tease her cunt, she gasps sharply as pleasure lances through her, too far gone to want to try and act like the lust burning its way through her is blazing any less voraciously than it is.
That heat makes her skin almost uncomfortably hot and leaves her face flushed in the seconds it takes for Zoro to return and tangle himself up in this mess once more, the evidence of his arousal pressing tantalizingly low on the line of her hip, close enough to make the mental image of fucking them both race through her mind for the hundredth time that evening, but this time the hues of this particular vision are made all the more vivid as she takes in the gorgeous sight of Zoro as he brings his mouth close to Sanji’s jaw, muttering arguments against the other man’s skin while he leads her hand to his cock at the same time.
Following the sight and the growled pitch of Zoro’s voice, Nami twists at the waist as her hand wraps into a loose fist around him, palm curving and massaging the head of his cock, getting her skin slick with his pre before working down the length of him, the slow stroke of her hand mirroring the way she grinds that slick heat against Sanji. ]
The two of you are going to feel like real idiots when I make you both come first. [ From this angle she can lean in and let her mouth wander, running kisses down Sanji’s neck before turning her head so her teeth can graze Zoro’s shoulder, biting down just enough for him to feel it while his teeth tease at Sanji’s earlobe. ]
Just keep it together, idiots. You both better be fucking me tonight. [ The hand on Zoro’s cock withdraws to slip between her thighs, the flats of her fingers still slick with his pre as they massage the underside of Sanji’s cock, pressing him flush against the soaked heat of her folds, teasing him with the prospect of more while wetting up her palm with her own arousal. When her fingers wrap back around Zoro’s length barely a heartbeat later, her skin glides hot and slick against him, fucking him faster with her fisted hand. ]