Author note: I have written some explicit stuff along with other things that have danced around the explicit but you know it's there. I hesitated posting filthishness here but since there is a mature rating now I guess I don't want to home was written for the OPFanforall back in the day (and before I met Franky and Brook). The prompt was that somebody call Zoro a cum bucket. Now that you know what you're in for, enjoy.
She had thought for a moment someone from the port had wandered aboard in the middle of the night and passed out naked on the deck. She kicked the man in the stomach in revenge for the churning happening in hers upon realizing the truth.
Zoro yawned, scratching his chest (and not bothering to notice the thin layer of something flaking off under his nails movement) and running a hand through his not quite entirely green and rather stiff hair.
"Morning already?"
Nami seethed.
"Zoro! You…You cum bucket!" She held her breath a second and quickly gauged the naked mans reaction, ready to leap back if needed.
The swordsman for his part was looking around for his pants and not finding them, he settled for the green harameki his swords were wrapped protectively in. Just when Nami was sure he hadn't heard her his eyes met hers and he shrugged.
"So?"
He didn't have a lick of modesty as he raised his impressive (albeit messed) naked body with the stifled grunt of someone well used the night before and slid the haramaki in place.
She was stunned and it took a moment for a blush to even cross her face as he adjusted himself without care right in front of her, not nearly covered enough to make much difference. Then fact he so readily accepted the term buzzed back to the forefront of her memory.
"Look! I don't mind your little boys nights…"
"None of us are little." Zoro interrupted much too certain from experience on this point. Nami took a breath and tried again…trying not to envision the full details of what Zoro seemed determined to reveal to her.
"What I MEAN is you guys can have your fun all night long…god knows you do…as long as you can function the next day. How come you are the only one like this?" She made a vague gesture.
"Che…like what? The one who works hardest deserves the most rest…"
"Um…you used to rest plenty before these orgies with clothing on and not in the middle of the deck! And look at you, you're covered in dried…stuff! Don't you have any pride?" She felt the absolute wrongness of asking Zoro such a thing as it fell off her tongue. Pride was something all the male mugiwaras had in too much of an abundance.
Zoro gave her a withering look.
"Of course. I'm good at what I do and impressed at what my body can handle. But the real pride is afterward…when everyone runs to pretend it didn't happen." Zoro ran his tongue over a flaky stain of something that was once white on his forearm. "I can say I like what I like…and don't give a damn who knows it."
Nami shivered at the display and pointed to the man in a sudden rush to be somewhere else.
"Just! Just don't fall asleep here in the open like this, please? At least consider that there are some women who don't want to see this first thing in the morning on the way to breakfast"
"Yeah okay." He conceded, apparently seeing her point.
Nami sighed in relief, turned and made it three steps before Zoros voice trailed after her.
"I should be able to handle more than that anyway…I'll have to train more. Damn…they already get pretty worn out. We need another male crewmate. "
Nami cried silent tears as she hurried to the galley, praying with all her might that the next few crew members were female.