CONTENT WARNING: This is the lemon that will have you puckered and more. You have been warned.
Zoro was drowning.
Not in the way he feared—not in the depths of the sea or in a battle he couldn't win. No, this was worse. This was something that crawled under his skin, sank into his bones, and refused to let go...and it seems she reincarnated.
He could always feel her—her—as if she had carved her presence into him like a blade. And she had. He remembered it all. Her eyes, in the light of the fire, as she waited for his palm against hers. The bond he only saw in a scar suddenly walked into his classroom.
Zoro felt her heartbeat as if it was his own. The scent of mikans, the fire in her step, the tilt of her chin when she challenged him—even as she was rushing in late, flushed and clumsy.
It should have been impossible. He had braced himself for a lifetime without her, convinced himself that their story had ended. But then she had looked at him, and his entire body had reacted before his mind could catch up.
Now, his grip on his pen tightened, his knuckles white. Was she a witch in this world, too?
Of course, Luffy had noticed everything and was always his confident encouragement—or just for the sake of a laugh.
"Just ask her out," he said near finals, seven weeks after Nami had shown up and Zoro had begun spiraling.
Zoro glared. "How is it that even in this world, you're an idiot?"
Luffy dangled upside down from the tree outside Zoro's office window, chewing lazily on a Slim Jim, utterly unbothered by gravity. His straw hat swung from his neck, the same mischievous grin plastered across his face.
"I believe I am a Dean."
"A Dean of Students who swings on trees and barely does any work. Poor Law. How his soul got trapped being your assistant in this world, I will never know."
Luffy grinned. "We made an alliance… Besides, he's cute."
Zoro shook his head. "As the children say… you're the king of the himbos."
"Dean of the himbos, actually," Luffy corrected with a lazy smirk.
Zoro sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You're being extra weird."
Luffy hummed thoughtfully, the sound drawn out and teasing. "Are you sure she doesn't remember you?" He had asked this every day since Nami arrived, and every day, Zoro said the same thing.
"Just like yesterday...and the day before...or the seven weeks before: It seems like she doesn't. But I feel like her body does."
Zoro lost his train of thought as he glared at the scar around his ring finger, a thin and faint line that encircled it. He had since removed the ring as if appeasing Nami. But it apparently only made her angrier, it seemed.
This week, that was his newest observation. "She has a scar around her ring finger, like me. I guess… from the bonding."
Luffy's grin widened. "Ah, your catalog of her body seems to be ever-expanding..."
Zoro frowned, "T-that's not-" but Luffy cut him off with his own musings.
"Bondings can transcend time and space…"
Zoro narrowed his eyes. "You're scheming."
Luffy flipped himself upright, balancing effortlessly on the branch. "Maybe she needs… a nudge."
Zoro scoffed. "A nudge?"
Luffy wiggled his eyebrows. "You're so impatient. Wanna grab her, huh? Pick her up and run like an animal?"
Zoro stiffened. His grip tightened on the desk. He did want to. He ached to. Every time she was near, it took all his willpower to keep from reaching for her—not to envelope her in his body - as he once did. Seven weeks was torture, ultimately.
Luffy snickered. "You're getting all stiff just thinking about her, huh?"
"Shut up. Don't compare me to that idiot Love Cook. I've lasted this long, haven't I-"
"Ah, but you like it." Luffy grinned wider, watching Zoro shift uncomfortably in his seat. "You're just sitting there in your little professor suit, acting all grumpy...for the chase.."
Zoro slammed his fist onto the desk, his glare sharp enough to cut steel. "Who is chasing who here? Sometimes, I feel like she sees everything I see, and then just when I think she'll recognize me, she stops!"
Luffy just laughed because he knew—he had always known—but he also understood that his friend was suffering. He watched from his perch, the frustration bubbling over. The students and staff were talking...Professor Zoro was losing it. She's playing him a little too long...
"You and Sanji are my wings," Luffy said suddenly, the teasing edge dropping just a little, replaced with something more profound. "But Nami…"
He tilted his head, eyes gleaming with something ancient, something unshakable.
"…Nami is your heart."
Zoro froze. If he believed in a god, he would have prayed - but it felt like his luck was running out.
"She doesn't remember," he muttered, more to himself than to Luffy.
Luffy swung his legs idly, chewing the last of his snack. "Maybe not yet."
Luckily for Zoro, Monkey D. Luffy was the enemy of the gods - even in this world. And if he had any say in the matter, then he did not need luck.
He hopped down from the tree, landing on Zoro's desk with an unnecessary thud, scattering unread essays everywhere.
"I'm your King," Luffy declared smugly, his presence commanding despite the childish glint in his eyes. He leaned in close, nearly nose-to-nose with Zoro.
"In this world and the next."
Zoro tensed.
Luffy clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Leave it to me, Zoro."
Zoro exhaled. He was so screwed, even though he trusted the Monkey King with his life - all of them.
Zoro couldn't have imagined that the very next day would be the day he died.
Not in a fight. Not in battle. But right here, in his own damn classroom.
His executioner? A pair of dangerously short overalls wrapped around long, smooth legs that had absolutely no business strutting toward him like that.
He had been steadily sipping his coffee, trying—and failing—to focus on his lecture notes instead of her.
The denim was a sun-warmed shade of orange, snug over every curve, frayed just enough at the hem to hint at the idea that someone had shortened them by hand. The straps were fastened loosely over her shoulders, dipping just low enough to reveal the thin, fitted white tank top beneath—cropped just right so that every movement exposed the barest sliver of her toned stomach. Her hair fell around her in waves, a delicate green bandanna keeping the hair from her smug face.
He had fought warlords. Demons. Death itself.
And yet, he almost choked—not a sputter, not a cough, but a full-on near-death experience—as the bitter liquid went down the wrong pipe when she walked up to him after the final exam. She had finished hours ago and played with her pencil as her classmates filed out, leaving her the last one.
She leaned against his desk as she handed in her essay, the edge of her hip pressed into the polished wood as her fingers traced lazy, invisible patterns.
"We're at the end of the term," she murmured, voice syrupy smooth. "I know you're looking for a teacher's aide next semester, and I've applied…"
A pause. A smirk. Her amber eyes glinted, hooded in amusement.
"But I need to admit, I have ulterior motives."
Zoro's entire body locked up. The world shrank to just her—the scent of orange blossoms and sea salt, the teasing lilt in her voice, the way she toyed with the desk like she was playing with him instead.
"U-ulterior motives?" he repeated, inwardly cursing the wrecked rasp in his voice.
Nami tilted her head, watching him with a gaze that was far too knowing, far too confident. She leaned in just a little more, just enough that he could feel the warmth radiating from her.
"Yes, Professor," she purred. "I'd like to get to know you better… beyond professionally."
She lifted a single finger, ghosting it toward his chest—not quite touching him, hovering, just waiting, like she was contemplating ripping his sweater off his body herself.
Zoro forgot how to breathe. He had worn the sweater on purpose today—an expensive, thick-knit off-white weave, simple and safe—the kind of thing that made him look professional, responsible, and completely unaffected by his graduate students.
But right now? It felt suffocating.
"Or should I say…"
When her fingertip finally made contact, pressing lightly against the fabric, an electric shock ran straight through him.
"Deeper."
Zoro felt his very soul leave his body.
She hovered over his arms, both hands radiating warmth as she peered down at him as he held himself to his chair. His voice was lower now—almost intimate.
"Such a shame…" she murmured, eyes tracing over the broad lines of his arms, hidden beneath the thick sleeves. "I always liked admiring your tattoos."
Her fingers barely grazed over the fabric, but it didn't matter. She had managed to wedge herself between his desk and him, and Zoro tried his hardest not to push himself between those legs of hers. The fire shot straight down his spine, coiling low in his gut, tightening, threatening to unravel everything he had spent the last seven weeks trying to repress.
Her lips parted just slightly.
"I love the stories hidden in them."
That did it. "Are you free tonight?!"
He blurted it out before his brain could catch up, his voice nearly an octave higher than usual.
Nami tilted her head like a cat who had just caught a huge, very stupid fish. He could see the laughter dancing in her eyes, the sheer satisfaction of watching him unravel.
"Why, yes, Professor Zoro," she said smoothly, stepping back with excruciating slowness. "How about Baratie at seven?"
He nodded— the only thing he was capable of at that moment.
She grinned, turned, and walked away.
Her hips swayed. The heels of her boots clicked softly against the floor. The door shut behind her.
Zoro collapsed forward, dropping his head into his hands.
She's going to be the death of me in this life, too.
Zoro didn't think she could get worse—but here she was.
Seated like a damn queen, legs crossed with deadly precision, head tilted just so, looking at him like she knew she was testing his patience.
And the outfit? It was strategic warfare.
The cropped white jacket was too short to be practical, nor was it really a jacket. The structured material still clung to her shape in all the ways that made his brain short-circuit. The design was sharp—double-breasted with bold buttons, cinched just enough to tease the lines of her waist. Beneath it, a tight lace-up top hugged her torso, the crisscrossed ties drawing his attention exactly where she wanted it to go—straight to her chest.
And then… then there was the skirt. Dark green. Obscenely short. Fitted just right to rest high on her thighs, exposing way too much leg for someone who had the nerve to sit so carelessly.
She shifted—just slightly—and Zoro felt his sanity crack. Because the way the fabric pulled, the way her toned thighs caught the light, was downright evil.
Her legs—long, smooth, and unfairly distracting—were encased in sheer stockings, the kind that made him swallow too hard when he realized they had just enough of a sheen to catch his attention every damn time she moved.
And those boots—black, heeled, dangerous. Laced tight, the sleek patent leather reflected the light as she tapped one foot in a slow, deliberate rhythm. They went just high enough to hug her calves but still left her knees bare as she had stepped out of some forbidden fantasy.
Zoro exhaled sharply. And, of course, she knew exactly what she was doing.
The smirk tugged at her lips, the way she leaned back just a little more in the chair—like she was waiting for him to break first.
She tossed her long ginger hair over her shoulder as she leaned forward to take him in. Her amber eyes trailed down his frame…
It was unfair. No—actually, it was criminal.
Zoro had no business looking that good and put together, and that was utterly dangerous in something so deceptively soft.
But Nami wasn't prepared for this.
She wasn't blind. She knew Zoro had the kind of presence that could command half the student body with nothing but a glare. Weeks of hard work had made him literally stumble, perhaps easing the longing glances others had for her demon.
But this? This was new.
The lilac vest clung to him in a way that should have been illegal. The soft wool stretched over his broad chest, barely holding in the kind of physique that made men envious and women reckless.
The V-neck dipped just enough to tease the deep golden skin beneath—molten, like sun-warmed metal, kissed by years of training, of discipline, of sheer, unrelenting power that even this world couldn't erase.
If anything, he stood out as something supernatural. And he was.
His arms. Gone were the usual long sleeves, the bulky coats, or even the rolled-up shirts that made Nami foam at the mouth.
Seven weeks ago was the first time she saw him. The same body, the same face. Her heart pounded.
Her mind swirled as she peeked through the glass of the classroom door. The power surged from her, causing the electrical wire to short circuit, much like her brain.
She had ducked and crouched on the floor to ease her breathing, or she would have blown out of the power in the whole tri-state area. Some people had started to take notice, and she couldn't afford to make a scene. Not then. Not yet.
So she burst through the door. And then they locked eyes until she drifted to those deadly arms—those rolled-up sleeves.
The tattoos that spoke of his story, her story, their bond—etched into their very souls.
If she hadn't been red before, she certainly was then…
And then she read the energy in the room. The way the others looked at him. Cruelty rose in her.
They couldn't afford to look at him that way… and how dare he allow anyone else to ogle him.
It was at that moment she decided she'd be a witch. Once more. He would have a debt to pay back.
Tonight, he was paying it in full. His forearms were entirely bare. Thick with muscle. Mapped in ink. An entire saga was written across his skin.
The full tattoo sleeves crawled up his arms in sweeping strokes of black and red, accented with hints of deep blue and burnished gold. Their story was woven into the design, inked in a Japanese art style that was both ancient and alive. She spotted the coiling shape of a dragon; its fangs bared, its body twisting around a blooming tree—the Treasure Tree Adam, the very thing that had once held him, cursed.
Across his biceps, stormy waves crashed against jagged rocks, and somewhere amidst the swirling ink, a woman's silhouette with firey hair stood in defiance against the heavens—a red thread weaving in and out of the line art of mikans and stars.
Now, her breath hitched. Her fingers itched.
She had always loved his arms—always—but this? This was something different. Something new. A cruel magic of his own... It made her mouth go dry, and her heart slammed against her ribs like a war drum.
Then her gaze dropped lower. And her brain might have short-circuited.
The matching lilac trousers should have softened him and made him look more refined and elegant. Instead, the tailored fabric only served to emphasize the sheer strength packed into his thighs, the way they flexed as he shifted his stance, and the way the material strained—not in discomfort but in barely contained force.
She already knew this—thanks to the student forums. They never shut up about the weight and girth of Professor Zoro's knowledge.
How dare they even tease the idea.
The three golden earrings still dangled from his left ear, catching the light as he tilted his head slightly, eyeing her with a slow, knowing glance. His deep green, almost black hair, still wild despite its usual controlled messiness, framed his sharp jawline, the loose strands brushing against his forehead like they, too, wanted an excuse to touch him.
Her eyes snapped back to his face—and she tried to ground herself. It was going to be a long night for them both.
The date itself was chaste. Excruciating but chaste.
Baratie was torture, as Sanji used every moment to both chastise Zoro and flirt shamelessly with Nami.
Zoro would pay him back tenfold the next time they worked out, but Nami certainly wasn't helping. She fueled it, of course—smirking, playing along, letting the idiot chef croon over her with his usual dramatic flair. But then—
Her foot would graze Zoro's leg under the table. And just like that, he forgot how to function. His grip on his chopsticks would tighten, his back would stiffen, and whatever retort he'd had lined up for Sanji would die instantly on his tongue.
Sanji, naturally, noticed. And pounced.
"Oh? What's wrong, mosshead?" Sanji sneered. "Cat got your tongue? Or are you just realizing that thinking requires a brain—which you so obviously lack?"
Zoro barely registered the insult. He was too busy begging for any higher power so that Nami would keep her foot where it was and not move it any higher. In reality, Zoro wished his other brain was not more prominent than it needed to be, at least not in public.
Nami saved his dignity—and his pants—when she suggested they catch a movie at her place after dinner. Glancing up at the sky, she whispered, "The atmosphere...changed."
Zoro wondered out loud, "Huh?" He glanced up, too. "The weather's been clear all day." Not a cloud in sight.
He watched her inhale the storm that only she sensed. She was the same, he thought. And it was...
They laughed and spoke like old friends, but as Zoro followed her to her apartment door, that feeling—the one that had been clawing at his chest since the moment he saw her again—grew unbearable. He had to speak. Now. Or else he was going to die. Perhaps literally this time.
"Nami, I… I realize this may seem strange to you," he started, the words sticking in his throat.
She had already unlocked the door, stepping inside. She glanced back at him, one brow arched.
"But I feel like… we have a connection."
"A connection?" She repeated it slowly as if rolling the word around on her tongue, testing it.
The door was still open. Zoro swallowed hard and stepped inside after her, closing it behind him. He inhaled. Exhaled. He tried to steady himself.
"Yes… and please don't… don't take this the wrong way…"
His voice felt foreign—too uncertain, too hesitant—and he hated it. Nami hummed absently, already toeing off her boots. She shrugged off her jacket, tossing it onto a hook by the door.
Zoro copied her movements, kicking off his own shoes, his hands curling into fists at his sides. Her exposed lower back was still turned toward him, and he could see the dips that led lower. Waist slim, skin smooth. Nothing but the tiny bralette keeping her full skin from his hungry gaze.
And he tried—really tried—not to get distracted by the way her short skirt shifted with every movement. He saw a sliver of white underwear and choked.
Zoro clenched his jaw. Focus. "I guess what I'm trying to say…" His voice was low, edged with something raw, something aching. "…is that we are… bonded?"
As soon as the word left his lips, he regretted it. It sounded ridiculous. Unbelievable. What the hell was he thinking? He should have practiced this. But no matter how many ways he imagined this conversation, he couldn't foresee Nami's reaction because Nami was always unpredictable. And right now—she wasn't saying anything.
Zoro braced himself, squeezing his eyes shut as if willing the memories of the past to manifest into the reality before him. The silence felt deafening as he tried to come up with an explanation.
And then—he felt it. Her palm. Warm, steady—cupping his face. Her breath was so close he could taste it.
"Why are you crying?"
"I'm not—" and then he opened his eyes. And saw her.
Her smile. Her eyes. Locked onto him. The same witch. The same magic. The same bond that had been seared into his skin and hers. She wiped a tear off his face—then pressed forward and kissed him. Deeply.
Zoro—happily, greedily, completely—received and reciprocated. They inhaled each other, their bodies pressed together as if no space had ever existed between them. Not in this world. Not in any world. He finally pulled away—only between kisses—trailing down to her neck, pressing kisses and questions into her skin.
"You remembered?"
She gasped, fingers threading into his hair. "Y-yes," she exhaled. "I always did."
A pause. Zoro pulled back, his grip still locking her against him.
"Y-you always knew?" His voice was hoarse. "Since when…?"
"I mean, I guess I always felt something, but when I saw you that first day…" She let out a shaky breath. "I literally lost my breath. And well…"
Zoro pulled back entirely, though his arms didn't let her go.
"That was seven weeks ago."
"Ah, well…" She suddenly fidgeted as if reluctant to admit something. "It seemed my demon was… entertaining."
Zoro narrowed his eyes. "Entertaining?"
Nami looked away, clearing her throat. "Well… seems like you have a lot of fans." She didn't want to admit how petty she was, but Zoro did not have the same fearsome appearance that dismayed other... pursuers. Nami was, if nothing else, greedy for the things she loved.
She hesitated. "And I just thought it was a bit of… payback."
"Payback?" Zoro's teeth ground together.
Nami suddenly felt the heat radiate off of him, pressing into her. Along with something else. Something hard. Something pressing into the rest of her.
"Ah… well…" She swallowed. "Luffy thought it was funny… but then he said you were…" Her voice hitched. "Suffering… Zoro?"
Zoro had pulled away and turned to the door. And locked it. A slow, deliberate click. He cracked his neck and flexed his muscles as he undid his vest's buttons.
"A-ah, Zoro?"
"So... let me get this straight." His vest fell to the floor, and Nami took in that scarless broad back again like an old friend. However, she seemed to stare at herself - his sleeves had connected to a giant backpiece. The Sunlight Tree Eve, and her form at the center - a goddess, ethereal, glowing, alive.
But his steady and firm voice bounced off the apartment door and right into her chest, dragging her back to the reality that a fight was about to start.
"Z-zoro?" Nami asked somewhat hesitantly, edging backward.
"For seven weeks...you have tortured me..." he cracked his neck. The muscles in his back rippled as he moved without looking at her.
"I-"
"Spiritually-" he undid the button on his pants.
"Zo-"
"Mentally-" he pulled down his zipper.
"Well-"
"Emotionally-" the pants hit the floor.
"And physical?" He kicked them away and turned to face her.
Nami stumbled back at the sheer image of it all, but Zoro caught Nami by the wrist, pulled her to him, and threw her over his shoulder in one quick motion.
"Ah, Zoro- look, I mean, we had fun, right?"
Without thought and yet with the confident precision of his beloved navigator, he made his way to Nami's bedroom and tossed her into her multitude of pillows.
"Ah! Zoro." She pushed the pillows away as she watched him eye her. In the dim light of her room, she could have sworn his eyes glowed red and his skin shined like gold.
"Witch, " he said as he gripped her ankle, placing a strangely gentle kiss on it as he glared at her. "I'm going to curse you."
"Cu-curse me?" She said as her voice caught in her dry throat from his unbreakable gaze. His breath penetrated her sheer stockings.
He laid her back and cocked his head to the side, "Yes. I curse you to beg."
"Beg?" She asked incredulously. Though she bit her lip as she watched him watch her.
"Yeah, witch. You played a game with me this long. And I've held myself back...but now, I won't make a single movement until you tell me—" he leaned in, his body hovering over her.
"Everything-" his muscular forearms locking her beneath him.
"You want me to do..." Zoro licked his lips as a cruel smile graced his lips. "To you, my witch."
Nami hicupped, her eyes wide and her body both hot...and wet.
Zoro locked his steely eyes on her doe eyes, which held back tears from both hesitation and anticipation of her "punishment."
"Wet."
"What?" Nami seemingly forgot what the word meant as she leaned into him with trembling fingers.
"You. Are. Wet." He smirked, cocky in every way. "And I am thirsty...but I won't…take a single sip-" he whispered into her ear as she moaned into his body.
He pulled away and smiled cheekily, "Until you say so, witch."
Nami was hedging her bets, but her mind was also nonfunctional as she felt him press himself against her inner thighs. He was making himself at home, and her body was responding in kind, opening herself up and arching her back.
The motion pushed her breasts up against the edge of the lace-up white top, her freckled skin beckoning Zoro to taste it for himself. But he cursed her. Or so he thought, as she seemed to bite her lip to hold back her request—tough witch.
He smirked because he would be tougher. He called forth all the energy he held in his mortal body, and his icy breath sent a shiver up Nami's spine—a fond memory of his breath on her ankle when they first met, teasing her deeper, in parts he had yet to reach.
He exhaled again, greedily and eagerly watching her nipples harden even through her top. Another exhale as he alternated between the two, and Nami writhed under his intentional cold.
He pulled back and ran his tongue slowly from one sharp incisor to another. "Oh, are you cold, witch?"
"Y-you know I am," she panted with tears in her eyes. Her breasts were wrecked. Her nipples pressed against the thick fabric of her tiny top, itching as they seemed to beg to have his lips around them.
"Why aren't you..."
She pleaded, but Zoro just stared at her body, her palms reaching up to grip his wrists. "Please..."
"Please...what, witch?" He said it with a bit of anger, his own patience wearing thin, especially in his boxer briefs.
Zoro felt the heat again through her hands, and he clawed at the bed sheets to keep himself firm and resolute...in his decision to punish her.
"Zoro...don't make me wait anymore!"
He wouldn't bite, no matter how much she wanted him, too. Nami shook her head, her hair falling around her. Her body begged for release, and she needed it at this point.
"Please," she mumbled, "my...breasts-"
Zoro was kind, for now. So he heard her request so that he could consume her, one breast in his firm hand and the other in his mouth. Nami's mouth opened as if to cry in protest, tell him he was meant to take off her top, but at least she could feel him a bit more deeply. His tongue danced against her, wetting the fabric and even her skin underneath. As he felt the erect nipple, he bit down, and Nami cried out in pleasure.
"Zo-zoro! Not ov-over the top! Please!"
Her pleading was like music to his ears, but he had promised a punishment. Zoro moved onto the other as the wetness he left made it easier for his fingers to pinch, pull, and twist the one he left behind.
"Tell me, witch...how did you last those seven weeks?" She moaned as he spoke into her skin. "Did you get yourself ready for me?" He continued to tease as Nami tried not to admit that everything he said was true. "Was it just the nipples...or did you imagine me...deep inside you?"
Nami gripped Zoro's head in an attempt to bury him into her chest. Firmly, she pulled him up, panting, "Are you saying that you can't even keep a single promise?"
Zoro fumed, even as he had her breast in his hot mouth. She wrapped her legs around him and mustered all the confidence she had left inside, "Now, if you do as I say, we'll call it even, okay?"
Nami gave him a cheeky grin and left him flabbergasted, and began her own teasing. "Because you probably couldn't stand it."
A kiss on his cheek. "Because I saw it...everyone did."
A kiss on his ear. "Did you stroke yourself thinking about me?"
She gave him a quick kiss on his nose and smirked. "I picked some of your favorite outfits...easy access."
She cocked her head at him, "Did you imagine bending me over your desk? Giving me everything you wanted to give me back then?"
Zoro was beside himself. He thought he had her, but at every turn, she managed to take control.
He retorted, "You masochist. You rather us both suffer than admit you were-"
Nami gripped his head and bit his pierced ear. "But you're the one keeping trinkets."
She smiled as she flicked his earrings with her hot tongue. Zoro had enough. Nami would regret still teasing him even as she knew that his body was still demonic in all the right ways.
"Fine, witch. As you wish." He said with a fair amount of feral demand as her tiny top seemingly disappeared off her body in one fell swoop.
He came back to her, taking her soft flesh in her mouth fully as he twisted the other nipple. They were cold to his touch but warming up as he continued to tease. From Nami's perspective, his hot mouth was melting her completely, and she couldn't keep her voice down.
Nami wanted to urge him further, but she did not want to let his head get too big. Not when he dared to punish her. She'd have to remind him...
"W-when you play with my nipples, I feel a dee-ep ache in my stomach..."
She could feel his smirk against her skin as he continued to toy with her.
He whispered as he twisted her erect nipples, warmed by his mouth. "They are so sensitive...I wonder...can you cum from just this?"
Just this? Nami bucked as she cried out. "M-make me, demon." She meant it as a challenge, and Zoro didn't need any more prompting.
"I can smell you...already," he said as he flicked, squeezed, encircled his lips, and swirled them restlessly in his mouth.
Nami cried out, through gasps, "This feels...great."
He peered up and asked with his deep voice laced with need, "You make me want to devour you completely."
That's all it took as Nami threw her head back and cried out, "I-I'm cumming!"
The energy in the room changed as if a tornado blew out from her chest, but Zoro's grip on the bed was strong. He also didn't want to miss the show, so he watched her convulse, pulling back to take it all in. He inhaled her scent deeply and caught his breath before diving back down.
Nami's legs twitched as she watched him watch her. "W-why did you stop?"
He smirked as he peaked between her legs. "I'm waiting for you to stop cumming."
Nami propped herself up on her elbows, trying to steady herself. "Y-you seemed to forget how...powerful my releases can be."
Zoro licked his lips as he toyed with the edge of his boxer briefs, "I remember, witch. So...don't you want another?"
He leaned in, smiling smugly at the woman with sweat dripping down her body. The temperature in the room seemed to have risen a few degrees. Meanwhile, Nami's knees rubbed against each other, though the pulsing between them was calling for Zoro.
"Weren't you out cold from all the nipple play?" Zoro mused.
Nami panted even through her false bravado, "Oh please...how could I just cum and let my guard down in front of a demon-" she used her knee to gently brush the bulge he remained hidden, "that boldly stated he wanted to curse me."
He ground his teeth, "How dare you kick me-"
But she prodded him further, "I was only pretending to be as satisfied. I could have cum a lot more if I wanted to."
"Yeah, yeah," Zoro mused. His eyes trained on the wetness he could see pooling by her legs.
Nami noticed his line of sight and grinned, opening her legs wider. "Pay up."
He beamed, eager to taste over the fact that Nami was playing with him yet again. "Talk about an extortion."
She was about to protest, but he gripped her by the ankles and pulled her forward, throwing her head back into the bed as he dove into her skirt, pushing it up as he painfully teased her over her stockings and underwear.
Even through the fabric, Nami could feel it all. She was already so wet, and her clit so swollen. Zoro's large tongue was licking every part of her. He forced his tongue deeper, but before she could demand him to do it properly, she heard the quick tear and then felt it. His tongue, his teeth, and then his whole mouth sucking relentlessly.
Zoro made quick work of her skirt as he ripped it off her, and now he dove into her clit without restraint, especially as he tore apart her stockings and pushed her soaking white lace panties to the side.
"Ah, right there!" Nami cried out as she pushed his head deeper, her nails scraping against the close fade of Zoro's hair. She had missed his long locks, but the fade did something else to her, especially when her thighs felt the close buzz cut and sent sparks up her body.
Throughout the evening, his earrings rang a melody to which Nami almost chanted her gasps to.
"Look how wet you are," he said with a smug grin. Proud of his handiwork. He pulled the remnants of her stockings off her legs, her bare skin seemingly scorching his own, but he much preferred the beat that came from between her legs.
Without warning, he placed one thick finger inside, causing Nami to yelp. "Ah, no-"
"But look how easily it went in," he grinned as he felt her tighten around his finger.
Again, Nami was going to fight back…in her own way. But Zoro was too quick for her. He leaned into her, finger rapidly pulsing as his mouth secured itself onto her engorged clit.
"I can't handle your finger and you sucking my clit at-at the s-same time!" She choked, but her mouth hung open as her eyes rolled back. He's making me feel so good…so easily…
He was demonic for sure, his large, long tongue making a mess of her as his firm hands pressed her legs up and open so he could taste every inch.
"I'm cumming!" Nami exclaimed, but Zoro didn't stop. He kept sucking and licking. "A-ah! Zo-Zoro! I just came…s-so- don't…stop! I'm cumming again?!"
She cried it out as if it was a question, her back arching as he seemed to pull out the most primal part of her. She was nearly ripping his hair out as she simultaneously pushed him deeper but also attempted to pull him away, but Zoro didn't mind. If anything, it encouraged him not to stop. To silence her "game" for good.
"Do you like it when I use my tongue?" He asked it rhetorically, but as he pulled away, the trail of cum and saliva followed him. He licked his lips from the first course as he finally released his painful erection.
Nami caught her breath again as she blinked the tears from her eyes and took in the entire length. "Still huge...you, you can't-"
Zoro slid off his underwear and flung it to the side as he crawled onto the bed, gray eyes trained on her. "It's okay. I won't put it in yet..."
For a moment, Zoro noticed the disappointment play on her face and grinned. Nami watched him come towards her again, his finger entering her ever so slowly. "When you cum, it gets softer..."
Nami had something to say at the tip of her tongue, but before she could, Zoro started, "I'll add some more fingers then..."
Her eyes grew wide as she gripped the sheets, riding his fingers emphatically. "Ah! Ah, you put...another fing-finger inside!"
Zoro continued to massage her, digging deeper and then adding another finger as he felt her tighten and her pulses coming in closer and closer bursts. Nami buried her head into the sheets, attempting to muffle her moans, but Zoro came forward. One hand was still pulsing between her twitching thighs, and the other was propped above her head as he took in her flushed face stuck in orgasmic pleasure.
"You're good at this, witch... I've fit three fingers inside." Nami could feel each one as the squelching resounded in her bedroom. "I knew you have been practicing...but for some reason that makes me mad. Only I should get to build you up like this."
Her mind was going blank again, and Zoro pushed even closer as he encircled her, placing gentle kisses on her face and ear.
She cried out, "And you w-wonder why I-I waited-"
His left hand's fingers moved and wiggled inside her while his right hand gripped her right breast, massaging it mercilessly.
"Your fingers...s-Zor-oh! You're messing up my in-insides! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
She repeated herself as Zoro watched her shake until the defending sounds from inside her grew strong. He pulled out his fingers as Nami lay delirious on the bed, catching her breath.
Zoro inhaled again, grinning as he watched her body twitch, her insides seemingly fanning itself from his taunts.
"Wow...this room is filled with your scent."
He licked his fingers and then pulled her legs towards the edge of the bed. "That turns me on so much...that everything...hurts."
Slipping his fingers in again, earning him a low moan, he took her wetness to add to the precum pouring out of him.
As he massaged, Nami shook her head. He quipped, "You're a real witch, aren't ya..."
She could barely lift her head, but she managed a quick retort: "You better watch out..demon."
With that, she locked her ankles around his back. Zoro, ever confident, leaned forward, "Ah, it's been a while since you were this honest."
Nami had seen Zoro fight. She had seen him covered in sweat and blood, standing unshaken amid the wreckage of his enemies. But this—this was different. This was not the brutal force of battle or the stoic endurance of a swordsman or a demon.
This was heat.
His wild green, now practically black hair clung to his forehead, damp with sweat, his breath heavy and uneven. His chest, broad and sculpted like something carved from sun-kissed stone, rose and fell in deep, measured exhales. Droplets of sweat trailed down the sharp lines of his collarbones, sliding lower, disappearing along the ridges of his muscles.
And then there was his face—hooded gray eyes darkened with something unreadable, something that made her breath catch. His lips were slightly parted and curved just enough to be dangerous. A smirk, but not the cocky kind. No, this was something more—something molten, something hungry.
The way his tongue darted out to wet his lips, slow and deliberate, made a shiver run down her spine.
She should say something. She should look away. She should not be staring.
But Zoro tilted his head, still watching her, sweat dripping down his temple. His smirk deepened as if he could hear her thoughts.
And then he exhaled, his voice rough and guttural. "I'll show you all my love... slowly," he pressed himself tauntingly at her entrance, "and gently."
Nami's fingers twitched at her sides, her pulse hammering against her throat. She was in trouble, but she couldn't help it. Screw gentle.
"Hurry up and lower it..." she egged on.
Zoro took her taunt, and his plot of her begging finally paid off. And then, for good measure, she added with jest, "What an evil face."
He pressed in slowly as he laid himself against her, grinning at her, "Stop mumbling, Nami."
Nami bit her lip, almost trying to get him to kiss her again. As Zoro leaned into her, Nami smirked slyly and quipped, "Ohh, you want to gamble?"
Zoro watched the mischievousness play across her face and wondered aloud, "Oh no. What are you thinking?"
But it was too late, as she flipped them over and took her position straddling him, his engorged dick nearly knocking her over as it stood firmly right behind her, caressing her backside.
"Damn you, woman," Zoro began as he fidgeted under her, "just because you acted all nice recently, I let my guard down for one moment, and then this happens!"
"So how you gonna repay me?" she mused, damp orange hair pushed off her skin as she rotated on top of him, her wetness grinding against his trail of damp hair.
Her fingernails racked across his smooth muscles, and then she extended her arms as she followed the flow of his tattoos until her fingers wove into his, and her erect nipples drew circles on his skin. Nami winced at the sensation; her body was not her own anymore, but she tried her best to focus. She pulled his arms above his head as she bucked against him, earning another curt groan from him.
"Nami. Give it up already," he said firmly, though he wasn't entirely upset at the literal turn of events.
She bit her lower lip as she lifted her hips, not needing to spread herself as he had already worked her quite open while his own member was fully erect and impatiently twitching.
Nami pursed her lips as she lowered herself, "Ah- Z-zoro, I'm slipping…"
Nami bit her lip as he felt how slowly she was teasing his head.
"N-nami…what are you doing?!"
"D-damn it!" she exclaimed as he entered deeper. She pulled herself back up, working to stretch herself by focusing on the painful but necessary short thrusts at her entrance. "Oo-ops! So-sorry!" she said cheekily.
But Zoro was not amused. "Waa-ah-Nami! Let go, witch! " he said as he apparently struggled against her grip on his hands. "Ah?!"
She was teasing him now, purposely only focusing on the shallow thrusts that had her wriggling back and forth. Nami was dragging Zoro along as she mockingly rode him to her own mini-orgasms. "I g-got it in."
Nami was nowhere close to getting Zoro in. She was enjoying herself as he mushroomed right at her entrance, trapped between the full experience and her surprising grip on both his hands and his erection.
"Nami! I'm going to kill you!" And with that, his strength seemed to return as he pressed forward, pushing Nami naturally down onto him.
"Ahhh-oh!" She exclaimed as she felt him slowly push deeper inside her, "Y-you found your own way...up!"
He huffed as he felt her arms encircle his neck, leaving his large palms to grip her supple buttocks. "Damn, Nami," he could feel her tighten around him when he called her name, "I'm going to teach you a lesson, witch!"
Nami, with tears in her eyes, tried to be brave still. "W-what took you so long, demon?"
Zoro chuckled, the vibrations causing Nami to squeal, her insides churning with every movement he made. "What took me so long?"
He let her lean back to see the flushed face, hooded eyes, and pleading expression that was simply delicious. "Nami," she tightened again, and he ground his teeth. "How dare you trick me!"
With that, he pushed fully inside her, so deep that he could feel her womb. Meanwhile, all Nami could do was hyperextend her legs and lean back as she moaned in pleasure. She felt so full, and she swore he was getting bigger inside her.
"Y-you're late," she tried to joke as tears rolled down her cheeks, "w-what took you so long?" She seemed pleading at this point.
Her audacity half possessed Zoro, while the other half frustrated him at how much he wanted to wreck her. "It was you who played me for this long! And now, you're blaming me!?"
He moved her hips for her, as his hips moved in opposite rotation.
"How-how can you say that?" She hiccuped.
"I couldn't help it!" She cried, "All those eyes...all these people...having pieces of you before...before me? Talking about you...your body...when it's mine. Only mine!"
"Then you should have found me sooner!" He seemed to beg her now. "Stupid witch-"
She placed a finger on his lips, momentarily silencing him. "Zoro." Tears in her eyes. "Please...call me...by my name. Tell me who you belong to."
Zoro had faced death more times than he could count. He had fought monsters, gods, and men who claimed to be both. He had stood at the precipice of oblivion and walked away, unshaken, unbroken.
But this—this was terrifying.
Nami looked at him like that, and he felt his knees nearly buckle.
Her amber eyes were glazed and hazy, like the very air between them had thickened with something he couldn't name. A soft flush painted her cheeks, creeping down her neck and disappearing beneath her collarbone. Her lips were slightly parted and damp, and her breath was shallow. She was looking up at him like he was the only thing in the world like he was something to be slowly drunk on.
She was glowing. Not in the way she did when she was angry, when lightning crackled at her fingertips, and she burned with fury. No—this glow was softer, deeper. It was the way her damp skin caught the low light, the way beads of sweat clung to the delicate curve of her throat, the way her hair stuck to her face in wisps, framing her in a way that made her look almost ethereal even with the unmistakable marks of Zoro's sucking and biting evident on her neck, chest, and breasts.
And then she whispered, voice hushed, breathless. "I love you. Zoro."
His stomach twisted, his chest tightening as if the air had been sucked out of the room. He had been prepared for a lot of things, had braced himself for a fight, for a sharp jab, for anything but this.
But then she smiled—small, tender, devastating. And he was ruined.
"Nami," he said, gently kissing her lips, which she fully received, "I am yours. He pulled her ring finger forward and kissed the matching scar. Every part of me…already…belongs to you."
Now, it was his turn to wipe the tears falling down her face. He pressed his forehead towards hers and smiled, "Isn't there an old saying? When you're lost, stay where you are. Nami, I'm lost… without you. So I stayed right where you left me and waited until you returned."
Nami giggled at the memory and then watched as Zoro flinched.
"You...you promise?" She whispered into his lips.
"People can say shit...but no one else was you." He growled as he bucked upward, causing her to gasp.
She wondered how she could have forgotten the thick pole patiently waiting for her begging. She figured they both deserved some luck.
"Zoro," she whispered as she leaned in, pressing him even further inside her. With a breathy exhale, she finally conceded, "Please…give me everything you have."
The last string of Zoro's logic broke, and so did the bed soon after that when he brought her back on her back and entered her with swift precision.
"I'll give you everything I have and everything I'll take!"
"Ah, it's here. I'll cum!" She beamed.
Zoro pressed forward, playing with her clit as he entered.
"I'm serious, Nami," he said as he leaned in to whisper in her ear, "I will really reach your womb and-"
She cried out, mind broken, "But you're so sexy when you're inside me..."
He glared down at her—less out of frustration of her but of himself. Nami wasn't sure where she ended and where Zoro began.
Her breath hitched as her fingers pressed against his torso, the heat of his skin searing even through the slick sheen that clung to both of them. Her mind was lost somewhere in the haze of sensation, words failing her, thoughts scattering like embers in a storm.
Zoro loomed over her, all raw power and restraint teetering on the edge of something uncontrollable. His body was carved from tension—corded muscle taut beneath her touch, his skin flushed with exertion. Water clung to his frame, rivulets tracing the deep valleys of his abs, rolling down the sharp lines of his ribs, disappearing into the spaces she ached to claim.
"You are my home," he said as he grabbed a kiss from her.
His eyes were genuinely crimson now, burning and locked onto her with an intensity that made her stomach coil and made her body react before her mind could catch up. It wasn't just hunger—it was certainty. That unwavering, undeniable thing that Zoro carried across a lifetime into this moment.
"I'm going to move," he growled, his voice low, rough, frayed at the edges like he was holding himself together by sheer will alone.
And yet, despite the warning, despite the heat, despite everything, Nami's body betrayed her.
She trembled beneath him, her lips parting, her breath ragged. Her hands clenched against his stomach, nails digging slightly into the firm muscle as if anchoring herself to the moment. But there was no grounding here—no reality outside of him, outside of them.
Zoro exhaled, sharp and heavy. His fingers flexed, his arms caging her in, his body impossibly close yet not nearly enough. He was waiting, holding back.
Nami swallowed hard.
"Zoro," she whispered, barely a sound, barely a breath.
His jaw clenched. A muscle in his neck twitched.
Her heart slammed against her ribs, frantic, desperate. "Move," she begged.
All his gentle thrusts at her entrance were long gone as he pressed his entire length into her, and she arched her back, her voice and everything coiled tightly inside her. As he thrust, he demanded she open her mouth, and she complied.
At first, Zoro meant to take her by kisses again, but now he just wanted to listen to her cries of pleasure as he pounded into her.
"I love this...I love you, Zoro! I'm cumming!"
Zoro grinned as he watched her cling to him, and he figured she could be rewarded. "Good girl. Now, it's my turn. Where do you want it?"
Without hesitation, she pulled him deeper, "Inside! I want all of you."
Zoro sneered, "How can I resist when you beg me so sweetly...get ready!"
She felt herself get packed differently, a lightness suddenly taking over her. Half awake, she murmured, "I'll...get pregnant."
Zoro grew ecstatic at the idea as he flipped her, peering at his handiwork. "Then we won't stop until you do."
Even if he just came, he was still so firm. He spread her, everything dripping. He licked his lips again, eager to enter as Nami quivered.
As he pushed in behind her, he made her promise a ridiculous request, "Don't spill a single drop. I'm going to fill you until I'm empty."
Nami's eyes rolled back as she reached back to hold him, demanding a sloppy kiss. "Didn't I tell you...to give me everything you've got?"
Zoro kissed her deeply and then started playing with her nipples again as he thrust.
"Ah! Zoro- wait!"
"Wait?" He mocked. "But you're squeezing me so tightly yet again. I can't let go...it's like your body won't let go either."
She groaned as he gripped her hips. He exclaimed, "You like it from behind, don't you?"
Nami could barely process his words as his body was speaking so much...louder. "Your thrusts are..."
She bent her ass higher as she lost the energy to hold herself up. The sounds of wet skin against wet skin grew more and more frantic. Zoro noticed her strength waning and put her on her side, her right leg extended as he found a new angle that got her clutching her damp sheets again.
"Right there, yes! I'm cumming! Again! Zoro!"
"Nami! I'm spraying it inside...let's cum together!" He gripped her waist and neck, pulling her back against him to kiss her as he lodged himself deeply for another shot from behind.
She collapsed on the bed as Zoro pulled out. He pushed the hair from his face as they caught their breaths. As he watched her, he mused, then began kissing her neck and breasts, "I'm not satisfied yet. Seven weeks worth...remember."
Nami tried to protest through the kisses, but her body seemed to demand more.
"Actually," Zoro said as he laid her on her other side, "we have a whole lifetime and this one to make up for, don't we?"
For a second, she swore she saw those wings she loved fold out of his back, but her mind went blank again as he entered her. Her entire lower half was slick with and for the both of them.
Minutes turned to hours. Hours passed, and yet they couldn't stop, as if the fury in their bodies couldn't or would not dissipate.
"Zo-zoro," Nami asked after being flipped frontward and backward, moving from bed to the edge and even to her knees. "I-I'll break, Zoro."
He kissed her as he pulled out after cumming inside her once again. "Then we can take a break."
He laid down and positioned her with the multitude of pillows to prop her up. He licked his lips as the hot wetness of her core dripped down her thighs that straddled his face. He gripped his erection as he landed a quick slap on her pleading ass cheek.
"Ah!" She squealed, and she leaned against the headboard, "You call this a break?" She was tired but also lost in wanton need. She eyed the thickness that he caressed as he spoke into her clit, his fingers already pushing past the wet folds.
"Yeah...this would be easier for you, no?"
Zoro was, if anything, considerate in his own way. But Nami couldn't possibly let this go. So instead, she turned, ass still to his face but her hands now meeting his erection below.
"Nami?"
"You expect me to leave this thing untrained...didn't I tell you..." she pressed his dick between her soft and wet breasts. She let her chest almost consume him as she kissed the head peeking out from between her soft flesh. "I want everything."
He grinned and bucked, "Greedy witch. I'll give you every drop."
As he went to work, Nami kissed and licked him hungrily. Lost in the trance of it all. Zoro was enjoying every sensation, but he also loved the sounds of her wanting.
"Ah, every time you taste me...you get tighter, Nami. Here!"
Zoro pressed two fingers, twisting and turning them until he found the curvature that had Nami's whole body twitching. Like a bolt of lightning, even Zoro felt it through her.
"What's wrong?" He asked mockingly, "You still want my cock that badly?"
She gripped it again, trying her best to take it in as her other hand fondled his balls. "Sh-shut up..." she said between samplings.
His nostrils flared as he enjoyed her mouths, above and below. "Look at you now...sucking me off without even being told. You must have been so desperate...my witch."
Whether it was the pet name or the fact that Zoro took her clit into his mouth and sent a flurry of tongue lashes, Nami could not say. She was too busy moaning, cumming, and caressing his erection.
"You're so cute when you cling to me like this!" Zoro exclaimed as he watched her back arch against him, her legs twitching at either side of his head.
"N-no, I'm not," she chirped, but her mouth agape and eyes rolling back did not help her case.
"No?" He said as he placed another firm slap on her ass before he lifted her off him, sat them upright, and pressed her back against his own, opening her legs wide as he moved to the bed's edge.
There, he kissed her neck, and he held her against him with one arm and the other pushed a finger inside her. His length dripping and waiting between her open legs.
"Don't you see how soaked everything has gotten, witch?" She followed his line of sight to the mirror she had propped against the wall.
And then she gasped as she saw it—those wings, his long hair, those red eyes, the horns, his fully erect demon form, as Nami glowed and hummed with magic against his seated, hot, demonic body.
He whispered in her ear as he kissed and licked it, "Look what you've done to me, Nami."
Nami raised her hands to feel if her eyes were playing tricks on her. He kissed her exploring palms, and when she suddenly felt the roughness that could only be the horns she so viscerally remembered, he lifted her and entered her.
Her legs shot up as she tilted back in pleasure, but she couldn't see the horns anymore. Nor the red eyes or the wings. Instead, he kissed her deeply as he gripped her thighs and brought her up and down in a steady rhythm.
"Your insides are so hot...pulsing around me," he said with an air of frustration. "You've been cumming this whole time...and yet, you're still squeezing my dick."
He turned and laid her on the bed, standing up to get a better angle as she raised her hips and ass. Her tongue was out while she moaned nonstop.
"And I even waited for you this time...but you just can't control yourself, can you, witch!"
She tried to look over her shoulder and reached her arm back, which Zoro grabbed without hesitation as he continued to pound her.
"This angle! Zoro! It feels too good! So good! Fuck me - harder!"
Zoro leaned down and took another kiss from her as he whispered, "Is it really...okay...if I cum inside?"
Perhaps it was the realization that they were indeed mortal in this world. That even though tonight was a culmination of ages, a reunion from one world to another, and bonds beyond space and time, there were consequences.
But Nami didn't miss a beat as she leaned back and kissed him even deeper, a hand gripping his thick neck as she moaned into his mouth.
"Make me your wife. M-make me the mother of your children," she demanded with the ferociousness of a woman with no other desire in this world or the next.
Nami had never seen Zoro look so caught off guard.
The moment her lips pressed against his, it was like his entire body locked up—muscles tensing, breath hitching, his mind likely short-circuiting as if his brain had been sliced clean through.
She had kissed him before. In another life, in another world. She knew the weight of it, the heat, the power they held between them. But this was her taking control of their future.
His calloused hands twitched at her sides, fists clenched like he was debating whether to pull her closer or push her away—not because he didn't want this, but because he was utterly overwhelmed.
And then, as she deepened the kiss, her hand cupping his face and pulling him closer, he shattered.
The great swordsman, the unshakable demon of their past life, the professor who pretended not to care—reduced to a wide-eyed, slack-jawed mess.
Her fingers gripped his sharp chin, and under her touch, his face burned a deep, furious red. His brows furrowed, his mouth slightly open, as if he wanted to say something but had completely lost the ability to form words.
Nami pulled back just enough to look at him, her face flushed, beads of sweat clinging to her skin. She was breathless, but she was smiling—smug, knowing, teasing. The glint in her amber eyes practically screamed, "Got you, didn't I?"
Zoro swallowed hard. His chest rose and fell in a heavy breath, his mind struggling to catch up. His hands finally reached for her, gripping her wrists, not to push her away, but to hold onto something—anything—to ground himself.
And then she grinned, lips still swollen from the kiss, eyes half-lidded and impossibly soft, and whispered: "Marry me?"
Zoro was doomed. He shouted as he thrusted endlessly into her, the poor bed, already bent under their weight now creaked and groaned as Nami's cries of pleasure reverberated off the apartment walls.
"Ah, Z-zoro, my back hurts..."
"That's why I told you," he said as he pulled some pillows toward her, though he didn't relent on his speed or force, "To go get some rest while I take care of things."
"How can I-" she teased between gasps, "when you can't even answer me?"
He didn't pull out as he maneuvered her legs, so she looked up at him fully, gently laying on the mountain of pillows Zoro gathered for her perch.
"Just wanna get a good look at you first."
Even after all this, after being physically, emotionally, and even spiritually raw with one another, Nami seemed embarrassed to have the love of her life stare so intently at her.
Suddenly, she was practical even though she had asked him, "Zoro, did you even consider how we're going to live?"
There was an absolute confidence in his gaze that made Nami melt like butter, even without the physical and literal heat that radiated between them and from within her as he had not even dared to pull out.
"Leave it to-" he said as he mixed everything inside her. "Luck." A simple, foolish grin replaced that cool, calm, and collected demeanor.
Nami was dumbfounded, even though she wrapped her legs around him, her hips moving on their own, itching for traction again.
"Leave it to luck?!" She demanded, which earned her a heavy chuckle from the man she loved.
She whispered now, hesitant, as if Zoro did not truly consider what she was asking of him. "Why do you act like this is no big deal?"
Zoro pushed inside her, lifting her hips and diving into her mouth as he smothered her soft body with his hard one. Her nails clawed at his back as she tasted him, her, and every unspoken word in between.
When he finally broke away from the kiss, he smirked, "Stop mumbling, Nami. Aren't we already married?" He asked as he showed off the scar they shared.
Nami pouted, "Yes...but maybe I want you to do it properly this time."
Zoro blinked and then gathered her in a tender hug, hiding his own embarrassment this time. "...I'm really happy right now."
She could tell as he pulsed inside her, and so she teased those reddened ears. "You don't say? And here I thought this was just a fuck for the millennia?"
He pulled back and exhaled as he steadied his heart, "Nami...be mine...in every life...for eternity?"
Zoro repeated the exact words that she had used to bind them in the first place, though Nami believed they were fated to be together well before the magic ties.
"Zoro, I am yours...in every life...for eternity."
Zoro smiled and kissed her as she pulled him even tighter, but he chuckled as he pulled away.
"Now...let's consummate this marriage."
Nami blinked, finally noting the quiet shimmer of sunlight peeking through her curtains. "But Zo-zoro..."
No, luck. As Zoro cocked his head and thrusted firmly once more, getting another moan out if her.
"What, is it morning?"
She fumed, half in pleading, "It's been morning already!"
Zoro grinned, licking his sharp teeth. "Good thing finals are over...and it's the weekend, my witch."
He kissed her as she moaned again before pulling away to smile sheepishly.
"And eternity after that, my demon..."
The story that started an entire lifetime ago was now continuing in the daylight of a whole new world.