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Another night. It always repeats. That throbbing pain down in my groin.
It’s humiliating, really. Yeah, these are usual theatrics for Nami, but that’s not who I imagine when I get all sweaty, when my head starts pounding, and when my dick feels like a metal rod.
It’s that moss headed idiot.
Roronoa fucking Zoro.
All I can do is turn over and quietly groan, trying not to wake any of the others up. Well, it’s not like that’ll be hard. Luffy snores like a damn pig, which I’m kinda grateful for right now.
But if they did wake up. If they opened their eyes to see me pathetically curled up on the floor gripping my crotch- god I don’t even wanna imagine that shit!
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Fuck, I feel like a perv. What the hell did he do to me? We are supposed to be rivals! Friends- but still rivals!
The only thing I can think of is his sexy ass, muscular body.
All sweaty and bare under me, skin flushed, nipples hard…
… and those thoughts don’t exactly make anything better.
I’m just about to roll over again, but I catch a glance of Zoro. He’s leaned against the wall, sitting while sleeping. His shirts off, just laying next to him like it isn’t 60-something degrees in here.
I would be judging him, if I weren’t staring at his giant ass man chest.
Staring doesn’t do any good, it only gives me more ideas, lets me mind wonder more, the pain in my crotch only growing. Soon I’m palming my bulge like a desperate whore. I must look crazy, staring at him sleeping, probably even drooling a bit, and palming at my crotch like a total creep.
But then, the stupidest idea pops into my head, maybe most desperate move I’ve made on anyone.
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Next thing I know, I’m in the bathroom, leaning against the door with Zoro’s discarded shirt-robe-coat-whatever this thing is.
God this is stupid.
I know it is.
I know that if he catches me doing this, I’m so fucking dead.
With those thoughts still swirling in my mind, I undo my belt. Then my pants, sliding them down to my knees. Then down go my boxers that are slightly soaked from precum.
It only takes a second of my face snuggled into his clothes for my hand to wrap around my hard, throbbing cock. I start stroking it like I’ve been waiting for this all my life.
I shove my face into the unnaturally good smelling cloth, trying to muffle my moans and whimpers that practically rumble from my throat.
I couldn’t stop myself even if I wanted to. It feels so fucking good. It smells like the wilderness and sweetness all in one pice of clothing. My hand only tightens around the still hard dick, I’m practically thrusting into myself by now, only being able to imagine Zoro getting his brains fucked out under me. Restrained and legs held wide. The smell of his clothes making my mind run at 100 miles an hour.
Finally I start feeling that warm, familiar feeling down in the pits of my stomach area. My thighs tremble, hand unable to pump anymore.
Taking a deep breath of the cloth, my back arches, eyes rolling back as that hot liquid spews out of me. Some of it hitting the wall. I’ll clean that up later. All I can do is clutch Zoro’s robe like it’s my lifeline, taking one last sniff to imagine kissing those soft lips.
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It took me a while, but I finally got up after about 30 minutes to an hour to clean up my little mess. I made sure to check the clothes, it’d be so embarrassing if he knew I took them, especially to jerk off while thinking about him.
Luckily im in the bathroom, so it doesn’t take much to clean myself up and wash off my face. Trying to act natural and calm down my flushed cheeks. Zoro’s robes are hung on a small hook near the sink, practically taunting me. Mocking me for being so desperate for Zoro’s sweet, sweet scent. Like a dog in rut.
The only thing that’s naps me out of my thoughts is a sudden knock on the door. It takes a few seconds, but I calm down my blush and slowly open the door.
“Uhm- yeah?”
“You know where my shirt is Beauty Brows?”
The gruff voice answers.
Fuck!
Fucking fuck!
It just HAD to be Zoro? And he’s looking for his clothes. The ones I took to jerk myself juts a few minutes ago!
“Oh- hm…”
Looking back, I grab the robes, taking an inaudible breath, hoping to god this idiot doesn’t suddenly become smart and connect the dots.
“Here.”
I hand them over, which earns a strange look from the muscular swordsman.
“I thought I left them beside me… oh well, must’ve just forgotten em.”
He shrugs it off, walking away back to his wall to continue his slumber.
Thank the lords he’s so dense!
Just to be safe, though, I get back into the bathroom and lock the door behind me, deciding to hide in here for just a few more minutes until I calm down from that roller coaster of emotions.
I still have that image of Zoro in my head. Of how fucked out he was. Of how much he trembles when I pounded my cock into his restrained and beefy body.
Honestly, I’m a little disappointed that it’s all just in my delusional head. But maybe that’s just for the best.
We’re supposed to be rivals after all, even if there are real feelings involved.
No matter how pervy they may be…
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((BONUS))
((Third person))
Zoro walks back to the wall he had been leaning on to sleep before.
Giving the clothes a small sniff, he realizes they kinda smell like Sanji now.
He’s not complaining though, he’s not as dumb as people think he is.
He knows Mr. Beauty Brows did something with or to the clothes. Zoro’s just hoping it wasn’t anything to mess with him.
What a little weirdo.