Spilled Shampoo, an one piece fanfic

A/N: I'm back with more ZoNa smut because I just can't get these two off the brain apparently. This fandom's small size and lack of fics pains me to the point where it becomes physical. Yes, it's that serious. Anyways, enjoy some one-sided smut.

I do not own One Piece

Why couldn't he stop? Why did images of Nami always flood his mind in those moments when he was left alone? They ranged from innocent collages of her face and its expressions to the way she would look with her knees bent up toward her ears as each of his thrusts caused her eyes to roll back and her mouth to hang open.

Those thoughts were the worst. Where he could taste her on his tongue or feel the way her hands would run up his chest to make their way onto his shoulders.

Even now, as the water rained over his body and the shampoo rinsed from his hair, Zoro could swear she was the one with her hand fisted around his cock and not his own. He couldn't remember when he started thinking of her while he did this and he couldn't remember when he started to think of her differently compared to the rest of his nakama. Of course he loved them all but the way he felt towards Nami was different. When she smiled he thought his heart beat so fast that it would break his ribs and when they were separated during fights his eyes were always searching for orange hair.

His free hand fumbled with the shower knob before turning it left as far as it could go, making the water almost unbearably hot as his forehead now rested against the cold shower tiles, the temperature contrast causing his tan skin to break out in goose bumps.

A part of him always felt incredibly dirty for imaging Nami while pleasuring himself but no matter how much he tried to imagine something, anything, else by the end it was always Nami touching him and taking him into her mouth and he never stopped his imagination once it started because he had this crazy infatuation with the navigator. So much so that he had trouble talking to her normally without noticing the curves of her waist, the swell of her breasts, the length of her legs or how her voice sounded so alluring even when she yelled. Or how her eyes were always so bright when she was with those she loved.

Until now the hand grasping his erection remained still apart from his thumb idly rubbing slow circles over its head, causing what felt like electricity to shoot down to the soles of his feet at each pass. He figured he'd better hurry up before someone noticed he was gone an unusually long amount of time and came looking for him. Closing his eyes, Zoro began moving the hand grasping his shaft in slow strokes.

How would he start this time?

He imagined Nami's hands running from his shoulders and down his back, kneading the flesh there as she let out small hums every time her fingers dipped into scar tissue. She would kiss the healed skin with tender affection as she knew how hard he worked for those scars and how much he struggled to live through them.

He imagined her leaning forward to whisper into his ear how good he felt and how much she wanted him inside of her as her hand now snaked around his body to caress his stomach, an index finger running up to the dip in his collar bone and back down to where his pubes began but never touching him where he needed her to most.

Zoro groaned and arched his hips forward in both his imagination and real life, pleading for her to wrap her fingers around him and satisfy the burning sensation coiling in his stomach. The heat was starting to become too much and the slow strokes of his hand were no longer enough to satisfy it.

She would purr into his ear and nibble on his shoulder as her hand would finally grip his pulsing member, slowly stroking it a few times before sashaying around to his front and kissing along the side of his neck.

He wanted her to hurry up but his imagination knew Nami too well. It knew she would tease him first before finally giving him what he wanted.

Nami's kisses now traveled down his front and her hands rested on his hips, her mouth pausing momentarily to brush over one of his nipples.

Zoro sucked in a sharp breath and tightened his grip around himself, continuing his torturous pace but with a little more pressure. This would have to be enough to satisfy him for now.

She kissed across his abdomen, her mouth never seeming to follow a set path but just ghosting wherever it so pleased. It was like small sparks were ignited along his skin wherever hers touched, something he found occurring outside his imagination as well. Even a small gesture such as passing him a water bottle from the fridge, their fingers grazing momentarily, caused his body to tense and his breathing to halt.

She was kneeling now, her mouth nipping at his hips and then lightly sucking there while her thumbs rubbed slow circles against the insides of his thighs as her hands were resting there for balance. Nami's eyes met Zoro's only briefly before her kisses traveled down to the base of his erection and lazily worked their way up to the tip, but not taking him into her mouth quite yet.

"Zoro," she would say while looking up at him "I want to taste you, okay?"

He would reach down and move the wet hair from her forehead and hold it back so he could watch her face as her mouth opened slightly, just taking his head inside.

"Shit…" he hissed, his words echoing through the empty bathroom as his hand now was moving at a faster pace. The image of Nami bobbing her head and humming around his cock was almost too much for him to take, and if he really wanted to he could easily cum from that image alone but he didn't want this to be over yet.

Her tongue swirled in figure eights around him and Zoro couldn't stop himself from gently thrusting into her mouth, but when she suddenly took him so deep he was positive he bumped the back of her throat he couldn't stop the gasp that left his mouth and the shiver that shook his body. The air in his lungs left him now in the form of harsh pants and the hand in her hair tightened its hold, causing her to stare up at him and smile around his pulsing member.

"Shit" he thought, "she looks so good like this…I can't take it…how much longer can I last?"

Zoro's thumb flicked over his tip with each upward stroke, at least trying to resemble what he imagined Nami's tongue would be doing to him. It wasn't the same but this was the best he could do for now.

When one of her hands would sneak between her own legs, it had become too much. The wave of intense arousal that flooded his senses almost pushed him straight over the edge and into that ocean of pure bliss. But Zoro hung on as he didn't want to fall just yet.

He cupped her chin with his hand and guided her mouth off of him, gently saying her name and telling her to stand for him. When she did he brought his mouth to hers and kissed her softly at a pace that was almost so slow it was hard to follow for the navigator. There was something sweet in this exchange they shared, in the way that even after doing something so purely erotic there was a warm flame between them that could only be stroked by his tongue running along her top lip or her mouth opening slightly for him after she whispered his name.

At least he imagined it this way.

The hands he had resting on her hips turned her to face the tile wall and he told her to hold on to the thin metal railing embedded there for people to use as they exited and entered the showers. She obeyed and waited for him to touch her. She would wait for what seemed like hours as he only stood back and drank in the look of her. He stroked himself as he admired her long vibrant hair that now clung to her back thanks to the water, her slender waist and the two dimples above her ass that he was especially partial to.

Zoro stepped forward and allowed his tongue to glide over the shell of her ear, apparently the sensation was too much for Nami as she arched back attempting to make some sort of contact with the silent man behind her. Unfortunately she was not rewarded just yet.

With one hand he would guide himself to her opening but did nothing besides rest against it, once again bringing his mouth to her ear.

"Oi…Nami…ca…can I?" It was incredibly hard for Zoro to focus as he used his index finger to slide up and down Nami's slit before parting it to circle her sensitive clit.

"ah…hah…y-yes….please Zoro" He imagined her saying. Her voice would be breathless and labored in a way that made you only want to hear more. With Nami's permission he would push into her in a single slow stroke, savoring the feeling of filling her completely. He imagined that would feel like nothing he could ever truly come up with on his own.

"Fuck…." Zoro's hand that braced against the tile wall clenched into a fist as his other hand increased speed, pumping his shaft at the same pace he imagined himself slamming into Nami.

He would use one of his hands to lift her right thigh and the other to hold her left hip to keep her balanced as his own hips would slam into hers repeatedly, his forehead resting lightly on her shoulder.

He knew at the pace his hand was moving and the way his knees were shaking he wouldn't last much longer at all. He figured the safest place to cum would be against the shower wall as he could easily just step aside afterwards and rinse it off, but to be cautious he needed to move the various bottles of shampoo and body washes lining the floor beneath it. The only option he had at this point was to try and use his foot to scoot them over because there was no way he could stop his movements to lean down. He knew this was a mistake as soon as his foot touched the first bottle in the line up. Sure they all shifted over enough to be out of his way, but by doing so he accidently knocked over Nami's shampoo in the process.

"Shit!" he thought.

She was going to kill him! Nami's shampoo was insanely expensive (he knew because she sent him on trips to pick some up for her on multiple occasions) because the specific shampoo she used…had…real…orange...extract…

The bathroom was almost instantly filled with Nami's scent and simultaneously Zoro fell to his knees. No, he was knocked to his knees. Imagining her was one thing, but being able to smell her sent him into a sensory overload. Nami's scent was almost as good as Nami herself; it was everything she was in the form of a smell. The feelings flooding his chest were memories of her laugh, her smile, the feeling of her hair as it would brush his arm if she were to walk too close. This made the scenario in his head about one thousand times more real. Zoro felt as if he couldn't breathe, he was suffocating from pleasure and there was no way he could stop himself now. The elbow he was leaning on gave out and he was forced to lay on his back on the floor of the shower. Everything was happening so fast and everything just felt so good. The slick sounds filling the bathroom were now accompanied by heavy panting and every so often a particularly harsh curse word or a load groan.

Zoro's hips thrust up violently in time to meet his hand, or what he was still trying to imagine as Nami but thinking was nearly impossible, he could only feel and smell. The hot coiling feeling in his stomach was burning him now. It never felt like this before, never in his life. Sure masturbating always felt good but never like this. This was too much. This was a feeling that he was sure he would only ever experience again in the off chance he were to make love to Nami, it was something so intense that every other thought, sound, or feeling fled his realm of thought.

His feet were sliding off the edge of this cliff and this time he let himself fall right off. He was ready to dive into that pure bliss.

His body tensed for what seemed like an abnormal amount of time and he was slightly aware he was trying to say something but the only thing he could hear was a muffled version of his voice over the rush of who knows what in his ears.

"Na…ah…Nam..i!"

He substituted his stomach for the shower wall he was going to originally cum on, which was a mistake because he usually never came this hard or this much and some of it ended up near his armpit and covering his chest as well, which at this point really made difference to the swordsman as he was more worried about passing out because he could not catch his breath or feel his fingers and toes.

After a few minutes he was able to lean up on shaky elbows and finally open his eyes to take in his surroundings. He had no idea what time it was or long he'd been in the shower, the only thing he knew for certain was he just had the most intense earth shattering orgasm in his entire life jerking off to Nami.

He had also managed to kick over a few other shampoo bottles from his legs shaking so much but he was able to sit up to stand them all back up right, including Nami's expensive shampoo. Hopefully she wouldn't notice any missing.

When Zoro managed to stand (barely) he swayed under the now cold shower stream and mindlessly scrubbed his stomach and chest clean of any evidence of his most recent endeavor. He shut the water off and wrapped his towel around his waist, forgoing clothes as he couldn't possibly fathom trying to dress himself when he hardly could recall how to walk.

The sun blinded his eyes and he mumbled a curse from behind the hand shielding his face. He needed sleep, now. The men's quarters were only around the corner so if he could just make it there-

"Hey, Moron." No. Why was it her of all people that called to him? This had to be some sort of post orgasm hallucination

"What is it, witch?" His voice was rushed to make it sound like he was in a hurry and he never slowed his stride towards his room, there was no way he could stop and talk to her like this.

"You were taking so long in there I was about to go in and see if you needed a hand. Did you forget other people here need to shower?"

She only tilted her head in confusion as she heard Zoro choke and violently begin to cough from around the corner.

A/N: Cool! Please feel free to review after you read this as it can really help an author out! Thanks!