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Money. At the end of the day, everything always came down to money for Nami. When she’d agreed to loan Zoro a substantial amount of berries to pay for two new swords, she’d done so with a plan to make back her investment, one way or another. While Zoro wasn’t exactly good at paying her back, she discovered early on that he was quite good at other things. Namely, sex.
With this value in mind, a business arrangement had been established that was mutually beneficial to both parties. Every time Zoro made Nami cum, she would eliminate 10,000 berries from Zoro’s debt. Nami got to enjoy herself, and Zoro had a path to escaping the mountain of debt he was in. It was almost perfect.
The one fact that Nami hadn’t really considered was just how single-minded Zoro became when he was fulfilling a promise. It was like a switch had been flipped in his head, and it didn’t matter where or when, he was determined to make Nami cum as often as possible.
Pressed against the door of the galley, her panties shoved to the side as Zoro fingered her, Nami came three times in 10 minutes. Ducked in an alleyway in some port town, Zoro fucked her against the side of a building, and Nami came twice with her pants around her ankles. While working on a map in her room, Zoro ate her out under her desk and made her cum four times, only stopping because Nami needed to focus on her work.
It was starting to drive Nami crazy, never knowing when Zoro would pin her with those dark eyes of his, having decided that he needed to make her cum right now. Her body had started to react to Zoro’s presence, some kind of messed up Pavlovian response as her mind signaled to her body that Zoro = cumming. She’d get wet whenever he so much as entered the same room as her, which just wasn’t sustainable… was it?
Stepping out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam, Nami toweled off her hair, the short orange strands clinging to the side of her neck. Her skin was pink, flushed from the heat of her scorching bath, still slightly damp in a way that made her clothes stick to her skin.
Not that she was wearing many clothes to begin with. Walking across the ship, Nami wore only an oversized tee, her feet and legs completely bare. The edge of the shirt grazed the tops of her thighs, her nipples creating bumps through the thin material of her shirt. She’d stopped bothering with panties a few days ago, finding it pointless considering how often she soaked through them.
An ocean breeze caressed her skin, traveling up her shirt and teasing her bare pussy and butt. The wind pushed up the hem of her shirt, exposing the curve of her ass and her pussy to anyone who happened to be on the deck with her. Her skin burned, and she looked behind her, suddenly self-conscious.
She could hear the rest of her crew hanging out on the main deck, Luffy’s boisterous voice carrying in the wind as he and Usopp played a game together. Despite the late hour, her crew was still active and full of energy… and Nami was wearing practically nothing, walking around outside where anybody could see her.
A rush of adrenaline filled her, and she pressed her shirt down, her heart racing. If she hung around outside any longer, she would surely get caught with her pants down, so to speak. Weirdly enough, the thought didn’t turn her off at all, but she wasn’t ready to acknowledge that side of her yet. Approaching the door to her bedroom, Nami reached for the doorknob.
“Hey,” Zoro’s voice called out, and Nami squeezed her thighs together, his voice alone enough to make her instantly wet. A part of her was relieved that it was only Zoro who was seeing her like this, but another part of her was disappointed. She opened the door, allowing Zoro to enter before she stepped inside her room and shut the door behind her.
“You know, I’ve been counting. I only have 100,000 berries left to pay you,” Zoro said, peering at Nami with half-lidded eyes.
“Yes, but the interest goes up again tomorrow,” Nami replied. “And then it’ll be 300,000 if you don’t pay me back before then.” The look in Zoro’s eyes shifted, that familiar determination shining in them.
“I’m paying it back tonight,” Zoro declared. “I have an idea,” he added. Nami’s lips curled up in an incredulous grin, her eyebrows furrowing in disbelief.
“So you brought cash with you today?” Nami asked. Zoro shook his head. “I know my body pretty well. You can keep trying, but I don’t think it’s physically possible for me to cum more than 5 or 6 times before midnight.” Zoro frowned, frustration painting his expression.
“I said I was gonna pay it back tonight, so I will. None of that stuff matters,” he said, belligerent. Nami scoffed and shook her head. Even though she was doubtful that Zoro could do what he was saying he could do, she was still eager to watch him try.
“Well, you better get started if you’re really going to make me cum 10 times,” Nami said, turning around and facing Zoro, her hands on her hips. Zoro closed the distance between them, grabbing Nami by her ass and picking her up.
“I am,” he asserted, carrying Nami to the bed like she was weightless to him. Eyes wide, Nami grasped Zoro’s shoulders, holding him for stability as he sat her down on her bed.
“Lay down,” he said, peeling off his shirt and tossing it unceremoniously onto the floor. Nami laid down, the bottom edge of her shirt just barely covering her bare pussy. Her inner thighs were slick with arousal, her hard nipples creating little bumps in her t-shirt.
Crawling onto the bed, Zoro slid his hands up Nami’s thighs, spreading her legs and situating himself between them. He gazed down at her pussy, licking his lips as he lowered his head between her legs. A warm tongue swiped through her inner labia, tasting her once before slowing down his pace. He started off gentle, a kind of precision Zoro didn’t often show outside of battle, his lips barely grazing against Nami’s cunt while his hands steadily kept her thighs spread wide.
Nami stared hazily down at Zoro, monitoring his expression and paying close attention to the way his eyebrows furrowed in determination. He was so intense whenever they fooled around, treating their liaisons as seriously as he did a fight with another swordsman.
Moving to the top of her pussy, Zoro pressed a few kisses to her mound, slowly moving closer and closer to her clit. His touch was light, warming her up until she was desperate for more. He kissed her pussy all over, chaste and closed mouth, avoiding her clit purposefully.
Shivering with anticipation, Nami angled her hips up, forcing Zoro’s lips to press against her clit. A burst of pleasure shot through her, and she gasped, eyes slipping closed as Zoro finally wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked. Bobbing his head, Zoro sucked her off, flicking his tongue against her clit while his mouth suctioned tightly around her.
It was exactly what she needed, and Nami bit her lip on a moan, holding her breath to stop herself from making any noises. She could still hear the rest of their crew playing on the deck and her walls were thin. If she wasn’t careful, they might hear her moaning and barge in to check on her. She squirmed in arousal, pressing a hand to her lips to hold back her sounds.
“Good,” Zoro said, his voice half-muffled against her pussy. He spread her wider, dipping his tongue inside her entrance and tongue-fucking her with fast, firm strokes. Nami’s hips bucked, one hand clasped to her mouth while the other grabbed the back of Zoro’s head, urging him deeper.
Face buried in Nami’s cunt, Zoro laved his tongue up to her clit, drinking her down like she was particularly delicious alcohol. Mouth open wide, Zoro licked her diligently, starting at her entrance and dragging his tongue up to her clit over and over. Nami was beginning to unravel already, her thighs tensing beneath Zoro’s hands, and he chased her pleasure like a soldier on a warpath.
Pleasure swirled in Nami’s lower stomach, her chest heaving in a shaky inhale as Zoro ate her out, his tongue driving her closer to release. His mouth was wet and hot, the firm drag of his tongue licking her at a steady pace. Lips wrapping around her clit, Zoro sucked her in, twirling his tongue around the tiny bud and flicking it with tiny, precise licks.
Toes curling, Nami grips her mouth tighter, a moan threatening to spill from her lips as she cums for the first time that evening. Zoro groans, pleased, as he works her through it and licks her clean. Falling limp, Nami twitches as Zoro drags his tongue through her wetness one last time before pulling back and giving Nami an appraising look.
“There’s something I want to try,” Zoro began, wiping his wet chin with the back of his hand.
“Something we haven’t done before?” Nami asked. She felt a curl of trepidation in her stomach, and eyed Zoro warily.
“Yes. But you'll like it,” Zoro said, his voice confident. “Trust me,” he added, meeting her gaze head-on. His eyes were dark and intense, steely in a way that communicated how serious he was about trying this out. Nami swallowed, curiosity taking over her unsureness.
“Okay,” she agreed. Zoro’s expression softened, a genuine smile curling the corners of his lips.
“Flip over for me. Actually, legs over the edge of the bed,” he said. Nami sat up, scooting to the edge of the bed before standing up. She then bent her torso over the bed, resting her chest and head on the mattress while standing, her ass raised in the air. From this position, she was facing the door to her bedroom, her upper half still covered in a t-shirt while her naked lower half was presented lewdly.
“Like this?” she asked, wiggling her butt and showing off her wet, bare cunt. Zoro dropped to his knees behind her, his hands cupping her ass cheeks and spreading her open.
“Yeah, perfect,” he breathed out, admiring her. His breath grazed against her sensitive skin, teasing her, before he dragged his tongue over the pucker of her asshole. Immediately, Nami surged forward, her eyes wide.
“Wha-!” she yelped, her cheeks burning in embarrassment. “What are you doing?!” she asked, barely remembering to lower her voice halfway through her sentence. Embarrassment crashed through her, and she looked over her shoulder, meeting Zoro’s eyes.
“This is your first time, isn’t it?” he asked, undeterred. Nami tore her eyes away from him, her breathing a bit quicker than usual.
“Duh, that’s the wrong hole. Did you get lost?” she mumbled, feeling a bit defensive.
“No, I didn’t get lost-!“ he began, his voice terse, before he quickly calmed down, sighing tiredly. “I wanted to try it. You said you trusted me, right?” he asked, his tone a bit desperate. Nami bit her lip, squirming a bit as Zoro continued to hold her ass open, feeling incredibly exposed.
“Please?” he added, his voice raspy and low. Nami swallowed, her cheeks burning as her arousal returned full force. Zoro was so hot when he begged.
“I guess,” she replied, supposing that she should at least give Zoro a fair chance. Zoro exhaled, clearly relieved.
“Thanks. Just tell me to stop and I will,” he said, his voice soft, before he pressed a chaste kiss to her ass cheek. As he pressed more and more kisses to her butt, Nami relaxed, her face red as anticipation built within her.
Each lingering, chaste kiss made goosebumps rise on her skin, her heart fluttering with an odd sort of apprehension as she awaited her fate. Zoro’s kisses drew closer and closer to her crack, and she whimpered, eyebrows drawing together and butt clenching. Hot puffs of air grazed her puckered entrance, and then Zoro firmly pressed his lips to her asshole.
Stars exploded in her vision, tingles racing along her body in erratic, random paths. Now that she was expecting it, it felt like every single nerve in her body was concentrated in that one tiny little spot, and Zoro’s mouth was all over it.
“Oh? Did you like that?” Zoro asked, his voice smug. Nami opened her mouth to reply, but only succeeded in moaning, her cheeks blazing red in embarrassment.
Zoro chuckled, and then, without further warning, pressed his lips to her asshole once more. His lips were puckered, soft and plush, as he pressed them against the pink pucker of Nami’s asshole. It was a twisted, perverse kiss, and when he pulled back, the release of suction even created an audible smacking sound.
Wetness gushed out of Nami’s cunt, and she groaned, the sound like it was punched out of her. Her eyes stared, unseeing, at the door to her bedroom, fingers curling into the sheets beneath her. She’d never felt anything like this before in her life, and any of her initial trepidation melted away as she faced the reality of how good it felt to get her ass played with.
Zoro kissed her again, and again, smooching her rim in a way that was almost uncomfortably romantic. His kisses on her ass were so saccharine and sweet, almost prudish if not for the location he was kissing. The contrast was mind-breaking, and Nami groaned, drool trickling out of the corner of her mouth.
All too soon, she felt her orgasm begin to crest within her, debauched pleasure filling every inch of her mind. Moaning, Nami arched her hips into Zoro’s hands, her eyes rolling back as her orgasm crashed over her. Shivers raced along her body, her legs weakly trembling as she struggled to balance. Her pussy throbbed, untouched, as her asshole took over every single thought.
“Mm, second one already,” Zoro said. His mouth quickly returned to her rim, kissing her over and over without giving her even a moment to breathe. Yelping, Nami leaned her body forward, trying to escape the pleasurable torment. Unsuccessful, Nami is forced to endure it, tears forming in her eyes from overstimulation.
“Fuck you,” Nami groaned, tightening her grip on the sheets and moaning against her will. Zoro pressed kiss after kiss against her asshole, sucking the pucker between his lips with each passionate kiss. Agonizing pleasure overcame Nami, and she quickly came again, unable to fight it.
“Three,” Zoro said, sliding his tongue out to deepen their kiss. At the feeling of a wet, hot tongue against her rim, Nami squealed, wiggling her hips in an attempt to give her poor butt a break.
“Be quiet,” Zoro hissed out, slurping his tongue up and down her asshole. Nami pressed her lips together in a flat line, her eyes wide as she heard loud footsteps echo outside her bedroom door.
With a bang, the door to Nami’s bedroom was slammed open, and Luffy and Usopp both barged inside. Nami’s heart stopped beating, her eyes wide as she stared over at the two boys unexpectedly right in front of her.
“Nami! Are you okay?” Luffy asked, looking at Nami with concern in his big brown eyes. She grasped the sheets on the bed, wondering if they could see her naked butt hanging off the opposite end of the bed… or the top of Zoro’s head between her legs.
“Yes, I’m fine! Get out!” Nami managed to reply, her voice cracking. Behind her, Zoro’s tongue slid along her asshole, dragging across her pucker and going just slightly inside her entrance. He was eating her ass while Luffy and Usopp were only a few feet away, looking directly at her.
Humiliation and arousal swirled in a dangerous cocktail inside her, wetness gushing out of her needy pussy while her cheeks burned red in embarrassment. She couldn’t believe Zoro was continuing to eat her out with their friends right in front of her-!
“Are you sure? We heard weird noises,” Usopp said, looking around the room like he was expecting a bug or robber to pop out of the walls. Nami glared up at him, swallowing down a moan as Zoro swirled his tongue in tight circles around her rim.
“I’m fine, now get out!” she said, her voice breathier than usual and betraying how horny she was. Usopp gave her a weird look, tilting his head as if trying to look behind her. Her pussy throbbed, wetness gushing out of her as she desperately hoped that Usopp couldn’t see Zoro’s head bobbing back and forth between her ass cheeks.
“Okay, okay. We’ll leave,” Usopp acquiesced, grabbing Luffy by the shoulder and dragging the boy towards the door. Relief flooded Nami, and she nearly moaned aloud, Zoro’s soft lips and tongue swirling over her most sensitive, intimate part.
Staring at the backs of her friends’ heads, Nami couldn’t hold back any longer and came her brains out. Wave after wave of intense, overwhelming pleasure crashed over her, and she held her breath, desperately trying not to make any sounds. She felt uncomfortably exposed, far too aware of the wet, squelching sounds coming from Zoro’s mouth on her. She was terrified, but at the climax of her pleasure, her cunt so wet she was dripping onto the sheets.
As they were walking out the door, Luffy turned around, shooting Nami a wide grin and waving. Smiling, the curve lopsided and awkward, Nami waved back, her cunt spraying cum as Zoro relentlessly kissed and licked her asshole through her orgasm. Humiliation crashed through her, and tears welled in her eyes as she waved at Luffy, her cheeks surely bright red. She was such a bad girl, cumming with her friends right in front of her.
They weren’t even gone yet, and she wanted to cum again and again, have her asshole kissed until she couldn’t stop cumming herself even with her friends looking at her. The moment the door shut and they were alone again, Nami’s mouth gaped open, drool connecting her tongue to the roof of her mouth in thick strands. She couldn’t stop cumming, her pussy throbbing with need and swollen with arousal as Zoro kissed and licked her asshole nonstop.
Zoro’s lips were coated in saliva now, making each sloppy smooch suck her asshole into his wet, hot mouth. It was overwhelming, and never-ending, her orgasm dragging out for so long she was starting to lose control of her body entirely. Her hips rocked up against Zoro’s face, fucking herself on his tongue as he ate her ass out.
“Oooh fuck,” Nami groaned out, her voice trembling and raw. Her eyes were rolled back into her head, drool spilling down her chin as she came again. With an audible sloshing sound, her cunt sprayed out squirt (or maybe pee, she couldn’t tell at this point), her pussy lips flapping with the force of it. Her toes curled, while her hard nipples dragged against the bed beneath her as she arched her back.
Low, needy moans spilled from her lips, and she stared hazily over at her door, wondering if Usopp or Luffy would barge back in and see what she was doing. She hoped they did, and wanted the boys to watch her as she came over and over, dousing her bed with cum. A lewd grin spread over her lips, and she spread her legs, reveling in the feeling of Zoro’s lips and tongue all over her rim.
“My ass feels sooo good,” Nami breathed out, sticking her tongue out and moaning, drool spilling down her chin as her pussy came again. Squirt streamed out of her, trickling down her thighs and pooling at her feet. Zoro was relentless, sucking and licking her asshole through every orgasm like he couldn’t get enough of her. Another orgasm ripped through her, and she moaned, loud and needy, as Zoro ate her through it.
“They’re gonna come back in here if you’re not quiet,” Zoro said, panting hard against her kiss-swollen asshole. “Bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Want them to see you cum from getting your ass played with? Again?” he teased, flicking his tongue against her rim and forcing a hot wave of humiliated arousal to crash through her.
“Nooo,” Nami moaned out, smiling. At the thought alone, Nami came hard, her knees nearly buckling as another orgasm was ripped out of her. She was shivering now, full-bodied, as her mind was filled with thoughts of her friends’ eyes staring at her. Would they be disgusted if they knew what she was doing with Zoro right now? Or would they enjoy it, watching her ass bounce against Zoro’s face as she smashed her asshole against his lips?
With his mouth still working her ass, Zoro reached his hand up and dragged two fingers over her dripping wet, neglected cunt. Nami squealed, her clit so hard and sensitive she came at the lightest touch. To stop herself from getting any louder, Nami bit the sheets beneath her head, drool soaking into them as Zoro pressed two fingers inside her cunt.
Then, he began pistoning his fingers back and forth, finger-fucking her pussy while his tongue swirled along the swollen pucker of her asshole. It felt so mind-meltingly good to finally have her pussy touched after so long, and Nami whimpered into the sheets, squirting hard as she came for the tenth time that evening. Her orgasm wiped her mind completely empty, her vision whited out like she’d ascended into some higher realm at the knowledge of how freaking good assplay felt.
Her squirt had tapered off into weak, pathetic streams, the arc of her spray splashing against her thighs and soaking her from the waist-down. She was shivering, her chest heaving with deep, panting breaths as Zoro slid his fingers out of her sloppy cunt. Finally, he pulled away from her asshole, wiping his chin with the back of his hand.
“There, see? I did it. I don’t owe you anything anymore,” Zoro said, standing up and sitting down onto the bed next to Nami. “Hey, are you okay?” he asked, tilting her face so he could meet her glossy, cum-drunk eyes.
“Yeah, good job,” Nami said, half-delirious. She was still trying to catch her breath, her pussy and ass so sensitive from her repeated orgasms that she felt like she might lose control of her bladder at any moment. She could barely even focus on what Zoro was saying, but met his eyes as best as she could all things considered.
“Yeah… so…” Zoro began, clearing his throat. His cheeks warmed with a slightly embarrassed flush, but there was a conviction in his gaze.
“Could I borrow some money?”
Sobered at the thought of money, Nami squinted her eyes, staring at Zoro appraisingly. Her eyes scanned down his body, finally noticing the erection straining against the front of his pants. Comprehension passed through her, and she grinned, wiggling her naked, drool-slickened butt from side to side.
“I think we could make an arrangement we’re both happy with~”