dunno about you two, but iโm not exactly eager to see it again anytime soon. but getting your sword backโs cause for celebration, yeah? how about i make something special for breakfast? any requests, mosshead?
[ Sanjiโs already in the middle of preparing breakfast for all three of them and might have suspicions about whatโ or, who, ratherโ couldโve gotten the House to return the Waddy Itchy Monkey to Zoro, but heโs not going to just call Nami out on main. ]
( These last two messages are really all it takes for him to start getting worked up. And start making his way back to Nami's suite, sighing contentedly at the familiar weight of his swordโgod, he'd missed that. They'll have to make sure he doesn't start bringing it to bed. )
served bedside, huh. you gonna handfeed them to me, too?
( At this point he stops responding, because these two are so casually horny via text and it still kinda blows his mind.
Once he's in the King suite, he promptly goes to fetch Nami by throwing her over his shoulder. He tries not to grin too widely as he carries her into the kitchen and sets her on the counter, smiling at Sanji in greeting before giving Nami a fierce, lingering kiss, even as his hands rip apart yet another pair of panties. )
[ Sanji is likely to hear the shouted "ASSHOLE" that preludes the appearance of Nami and Zoro in the kitchen. Flushed, and definitely enjoying this way more than she lets on, she smacks at Zoro's ass and huffs until she's set on the counter.
That very thin veneer of annoyance is blown apart in short order. She barely gets a chance to shoot Sanji a pointed, weary eye roll before Zoro's mouth crashes into hers. The gentleness with which she moves to run her fingers through his short hair turns sharp in a second, as the shock of having her underwear torn off makes her sit up with a start and pull at it instead. ]
So where's the sword? [ Nami asks once she ducks out of that kiss, her lips glistening and already kiss swollen, a quality that lends heat to the look she shoots in Sanji's direction again, one eye flitting closed in a fleeting wink. ]
[ Even before they set foot in the kitchen, they leave him chuckling warmly under his breath, fondness mixing with a little exasperation at Zoro's anticsโ even if one glance Nami's direction proves she's enjoying being carried around like a sack of potatoes.
Grinning at both of them, he takes a long drag on his cigarette and tucks it behind his ear for safe keeping. With his shirt sleeves already rolled up and with his pink apron on, he looks ready for a long morning of cookingโ although most of the effort is already done. His hands are fully clean for the moment as a bowl of steaming rice sits on the counter where he's working, and unable to help himself, he leaves it sitting for just a while longer, meeting her heated gaze with a quick, playful wink. ]
Judging by what he did to your underwear? Definitely in his pants. [ He grins over at Zoro and quickly throws an arm around his shoulder in a half-hug that's definitely affectionate, before pushing him off to the side for a brief moment. Sanji leans in and gently brushes a fond kiss to Nami's soft mouthโ well, more than fond, and really, maybe not so gently as his mouth works quick and eager against her ownโ idly tracing her slit with a gentle curl of his finger. He can't afford to let himself get too involvedโ not if they want to eat anytime soonโ so he breaks it with a quiet sigh. ]
Gonna go finish making breakfast now, but you're my dessert. [ Winking at her again, he takes a step back, sucking the finger that teased her clean with a pleased little noise. ] Delicious.
Edited (bad early morning grammer ajlhglkdsfklsd) 2025-05-12 12:41 (UTC)
( Nami asks about the sword and Sanji answers, eliciting a chuckle from Zoro. All three of them can see the Wado Ichimonji hanging off his hip, right where it belongs.
The kitchen is filled with the delicious aroma of breakfast, but Zoro can hardly appreciate it when he's occupied by his front-row seat to that searing kiss between his crewmates. He doesn't even mind being playfully shoved aside; he's not sure when exactly the sight of Sanji and Nami pressed together stopped giving him a conniption and instead began to stoke his arousal, but that's exactly what it does now. His cock throbs in his pants, gaze flitting between the pretty flush on Nami's face and the way Sanji is lasciviously sucking on his finger. )
You could season breakfast with that.
( His tone is mostly dry as he makes the suggestion, but there's an undeniable hint of amusement in it, and perhaps a tinge of seriousness. He already eats it straight from the source, anyway; he certainly won't mind it in his food.
But that's his horny brain talking, the same one that thinks it's a good idea to reclaim his place between Nami's thighs, but this time with his hand on the sheathe, right below the guard so he can gently guide the end of the handle up the inside of Nami's thigh until they're just barely brushing against her lips. A delayed answer to her question. )
[ Catching her breath as her gaze flicks between Zoro and Sanji after the cook moves in, first to wrap his arm around the other man's shoulders, before using that brief embrace to usher him to the side, allowing Sanji to take Zoro's place between her thighs. As familiar with this (relationship? arrangement? citation needed) as Nami is becoming, it's still far too easy for both of them to get her worked up in what feels like not much more than a handful of seconds, and between kissing Zoro while having her panties torn off, and the familiar, arousing press of Sanji's fingers against her already slicked folds, her heart is beating hard against her chest, the fingers curled against Zoro's scalp and lost in his hair tugging gently again, as heady heat rises over her skin, leaving it inviting, and warm to the touch.
Sanji pulls away just before Nami gives into the urge to rock slowly against his fingers, and though she's flushed and dazed once he does, she still finds it in her to roll her eyes as he makes a show of sucking her wet off of them. ]
You're both idiots. [ She turns that amused exasperation back to Zoro, only for the hard presence of the pommel of his sword as it nudges against her cunt to make her gasp and sit up straighter with a start, as the cool metal nudges at her wetness. Incredulity transitions to aroused curiosity, as she raises her eyebrows, giving Zoro a questioning look while her hips shift just the slightest bit closer, like she's waiting to see what he'll do next, the knowledge that Sanji's watching all this almost as arousing as what Zoro's doing. ]
Yeah, but weโre your idiots. [ Grinning widely at her from over his shoulder, Sanji watches as Zoro reclaims his brief, unbothered by everything. Heโd never had quite the struggles the swordsman had accepting their arrangement, but with every day the three of them are together, it feels just the tiniest bit more natural, like this is how things are simply meant to be. Even moments like this oneโ where heโs only able to observe from a distanceโ feel easy and simple, without that frigid certainty that he didnโt belong, that they fit together better on their own gripping his heart.
For now, though, heโs more focused on breakfastโ and on themโ than on past uncertainties. Unfortunately for Zoro, he moves for the sink first, intent on washing his hands before touching any of the food thanks to years of ingrained habit formed in response to Zeffโs rough, demanding voice droning on about food safety. He's idly sudsing up his hands, head slightly cocked as he once again considers breakfastโ he could stash the rice and make a breakfast-style twist on arancini to fulfill Zoro's request insteadโ when he hears the way Nami's gasps.
It draws his attention fully back to the both of them, eyes blinking in a sudden rush of curiosity as he takes in the sight of their navigator scooting her hips forwards while the pommel of Zoro's sword brushes against her entrance. He doesn't have the same love of swords that their first mate doesโ if anything, he should loathe themโ but Nami's reaction makes his mouth go dry and his breath catch as he swallows and sticks his hands under the warm water. ] Shit. [ Cursing softlyโ not really realizing he's doing itโ he watches with intent eyes, drinking in everything his shipmates do as warmth easily floods his belly. ]
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[ Sanjiโs already in the middle of preparing breakfast for all three of them and might have suspicions about whatโ or, who, ratherโ couldโve gotten the House to return the Waddy Itchy Monkey to Zoro, but heโs not going to just call Nami out on main. ]
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well, tried to.
good idea, could try again now.
( See the typing bubble appear, disappear, and reappear as he considers this unique opportunity to actually pick breakfast. )
breakfast rice balls.
( What is that, spam and egg onigiri? Who knows! Open to interpretation! )
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You can show off your swordโฅ๏ธ
[ And she will be thankful not to be called out! Let her play dumb. ]
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[ Nothing wrong with a little light-hearted sex joke at 5 AM, right? Just polyhat things. ]
can't say it's not an interesting request. one order of breakfast rice balls, served bedside, coming right up. you want anything special, nami?
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( These last two messages are really all it takes for him to start getting worked up. And start making his way back to Nami's suite, sighing contentedly at the familiar weight of his swordโgod, he'd missed that. They'll have to make sure he doesn't start bringing it to bed. )
served bedside, huh. you gonna handfeed them to me, too?
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If I'm getting fucked while Sanji cooks, we're going to have to get out of bed so he can watch.
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dibs on filling up your perfect cunt with my cock when i do, by the way ;) we can eat after weโve had our fill of fucking for the moment.
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Once he's in the King suite, he promptly goes to fetch Nami by throwing her over his shoulder. He tries not to grin too widely as he carries her into the kitchen and sets her on the counter, smiling at Sanji in greeting before giving Nami a fierce, lingering kiss, even as his hands rip apart yet another pair of panties. )
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That very thin veneer of annoyance is blown apart in short order. She barely gets a chance to shoot Sanji a pointed, weary eye roll before Zoro's mouth crashes into hers. The gentleness with which she moves to run her fingers through his short hair turns sharp in a second, as the shock of having her underwear torn off makes her sit up with a start and pull at it instead. ]
So where's the sword? [ Nami asks once she ducks out of that kiss, her lips glistening and already kiss swollen, a quality that lends heat to the look she shoots in Sanji's direction again, one eye flitting closed in a fleeting wink. ]
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Grinning at both of them, he takes a long drag on his cigarette and tucks it behind his ear for safe keeping. With his shirt sleeves already rolled up and with his pink apron on, he looks ready for a long morning of cookingโ although most of the effort is already done. His hands are fully clean for the moment as a bowl of steaming rice sits on the counter where he's working, and unable to help himself, he leaves it sitting for just a while longer, meeting her heated gaze with a quick, playful wink. ]
Judging by what he did to your underwear? Definitely in his pants. [ He grins over at Zoro and quickly throws an arm around his shoulder in a half-hug that's definitely affectionate, before pushing him off to the side for a brief moment. Sanji leans in and gently brushes a fond kiss to Nami's soft mouthโ well, more than fond, and really, maybe not so gently as his mouth works quick and eager against her ownโ idly tracing her slit with a gentle curl of his finger. He can't afford to let himself get too involvedโ not if they want to eat anytime soonโ so he breaks it with a quiet sigh. ]
Gonna go finish making breakfast now, but you're my dessert. [ Winking at her again, he takes a step back, sucking the finger that teased her clean with a pleased little noise. ] Delicious.
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The kitchen is filled with the delicious aroma of breakfast, but Zoro can hardly appreciate it when he's occupied by his front-row seat to that searing kiss between his crewmates. He doesn't even mind being playfully shoved aside; he's not sure when exactly the sight of Sanji and Nami pressed together stopped giving him a conniption and instead began to stoke his arousal, but that's exactly what it does now. His cock throbs in his pants, gaze flitting between the pretty flush on Nami's face and the way Sanji is lasciviously sucking on his finger. )
You could season breakfast with that.
( His tone is mostly dry as he makes the suggestion, but there's an undeniable hint of amusement in it, and perhaps a tinge of seriousness. He already eats it straight from the source, anyway; he certainly won't mind it in his food.
But that's his horny brain talking, the same one that thinks it's a good idea to reclaim his place between Nami's thighs, but this time with his hand on the sheathe, right below the guard so he can gently guide the end of the handle up the inside of Nami's thigh until they're just barely brushing against her lips. A delayed answer to her question. )
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Sanji pulls away just before Nami gives into the urge to rock slowly against his fingers, and though she's flushed and dazed once he does, she still finds it in her to roll her eyes as he makes a show of sucking her wet off of them. ]
You're both idiots. [ She turns that amused exasperation back to Zoro, only for the hard presence of the pommel of his sword as it nudges against her cunt to make her gasp and sit up straighter with a start, as the cool metal nudges at her wetness. Incredulity transitions to aroused curiosity, as she raises her eyebrows, giving Zoro a questioning look while her hips shift just the slightest bit closer, like she's waiting to see what he'll do next, the knowledge that Sanji's watching all this almost as arousing as what Zoro's doing. ]
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For now, though, heโs more focused on breakfastโ and on themโ than on past uncertainties. Unfortunately for Zoro, he moves for the sink first, intent on washing his hands before touching any of the food thanks to years of ingrained habit formed in response to Zeffโs rough, demanding voice droning on about food safety. He's idly sudsing up his hands, head slightly cocked as he once again considers breakfastโ he could stash the rice and make a breakfast-style twist on arancini to fulfill Zoro's request insteadโ when he hears the way Nami's gasps.
It draws his attention fully back to the both of them, eyes blinking in a sudden rush of curiosity as he takes in the sight of their navigator scooting her hips forwards while the pommel of Zoro's sword brushes against her entrance. He doesn't have the same love of swords that their first mate doesโ if anything, he should loathe themโ but Nami's reaction makes his mouth go dry and his breath catch as he swallows and sticks his hands under the warm water. ] Shit. [ Cursing softlyโ not really realizing he's doing itโ he watches with intent eyes, drinking in everything his shipmates do as warmth easily floods his belly. ]