One Piece

Closer

ZoNami Love Fest

Theme: Zoro's Bandana

Word Count: 5,288 words

Music: Closer by The Chainsmokers ft. Halsey

Summary: Zoro wakes up without any of his clothes… where did his pesky girlfriend run off to?

"Z-Zo…ro! Mmm, yes… Ohhh, right theeere. Ah, you do it just…right—! AH! I-I think…I-I'm…gonnaaa… OHHH…!"

His body jerked violently in his sleep, and suddenly, Zoro wasn't about to bring his girlfriend to her peak nor was he about to enjoy the view of her body as it performed all those little ticks it did when she exploded. No gyrating hips, no rolling her neck as she endured the intensity of the orgasm he had given her, no lightly heaving breasts with their rosy tips matching the red flush of heat that dressed their upper swells. He could go without the cursing she usually let slip passed her swollen lips by the end of the night…but that was only on occasion.

However, Zoro had no idea if he was in the mood to listen to it today, given that he had apparently dreamt it all.

The swordsman rose to sit up in his bed and immediately grimaced at the erection that had tented his pyjama pants. Given how many times he usually napped per day, morning wood was never a surprise for the one and only Roronoa Zoro, master of the sword, practically the inventor of waking up with a hard on. Especially as of late, given who he had recently started dating. He needed his time to himself – same as before she roped him into her clutches in yet another fiendish way – and Nami easily understood that. The only problem was, whenever he dreamt about having her spread over his cot in the Men's Quarters or pressed up against the windows of the Crow's Nest, it became harder and harder (no pun intended) to avoid hunting her down for even more of her attention.

Friendly, or otherwise.

But for this particular morning, or afternoon, or late evening, when he awoke from one of his many daytime naps, he found his hardened shaft to be almost painful. It was tense, strained as if she had cursed him with the worst case of… What had Franky called it? 'Blue balls'? He couldn't understand why he felt so needy for her touch ever since he had agreed to be her boyfriend, but it was just another way that his witch had found a way to curse him: Zoro never thought of himself as one to possess a sexual hunger, but leave to Cat Burglar Nami to sneak into his sensibility and rob him of all of his control.

So, where was she while he was suffering alone in his bed?

The first mate rose with a grimace and was quite grateful that there was no one else in the Men's Quarters with him when he stood – his prick was being a prick with how obvious it was being, and it made him feel weak, as if he had no self-control over his own body. What were the benefits of dating, again? He couldn't seem to remember more often than he should—

Because one of the definite cons of being in a relationship with a fellow crew member was when she felt she had the liberty to come into his room and steal from him.

This time, it was his clothes.

'You should really try being naked more when we have sex.'

'Why?'

'Because, you idiot, your clothes are going to smell like us until you wash them…which you never do.'

'Who cares? You self-conscious about how you smell now? After some of the things we've done?'

'No! I'm definitely not self-conscious about is my body. So maybe I just want to see more of yours?'

Recalling that conversation did nothing for his throbbing cock.

"Dammit," he cursed as he stomped his way to the door. He needed to locate the woman, get back his clothes, and clarify that she was not meant to do housewife chores for him! He didn't know when laundry day was, but he imagined that either Nami had rearranged the time at which the crew would do its laundry so that he had no say in the matter, or she had bravely snuck into his room just to dispose of his unclean typical attire.

Growling with more than motivation, Zoro stepped outside of the Men's Quarters and was immediately met with the bright greeting of the midday sun. He could hear his fellow crew members from all reaches of the ship, and at once, he felt the need to trigger his Observation Haki. The first mate needed to scan the boat to make sure no one would see just how distressed he was! From the corner of his eye, he noticed that there were indeed washtubs sitting on the lawn deck, complete with washboards resting in their soapy waters. Even the clothes lines were swaying in the breeze with a bit of panic in their movements, as if they were trying to tell him all there was to tell about how his clothes had been taken from him as he slept, then drowned by bubbles and forced to hang.

Thankfully, it seemed like most of the guys were occupied up in the Crow's Nest, trying to lift his weights and failing based off of the sounds he heard. The smell of smoke meant the dumbass prince was cooking, and the 'adults' were all very entertained by some discussion they were having over by the helm. The coast was actually clear!

With precise motions did he walk the path over to the Women's Quarters, throwing open the door, hoping to find the witch inside her lair so that he could tell her off in private.

Instead, he turned to stone in her doorway as he took in the scene before him.

Nami was wearing his shirt – the one he used to wear more often than not when they first met – along with his bandana on top of her head.

And absolutely nothing more.

She had pulled a full-length mirror out of her closet, given that it was a feature in her room he had never noticed before and the closet doors were wide open at the back of the room. Closer to him was her bed, where she stood at the foot of it, dressed in his clothes while her reflection eyed him in the mirror. She appeared to be just as startled as he was, only with the guilt of being discovered twinkling in her eyes.

"Z-Zoro…" She said his name with a tone that implied she was about to explain herself to him, but the words never seemed to come to her.

That suited him well, since her pause gave him the chance to look her over. From behind, his old cream-colored shirt barely covered her shapely ass; his perfect vision noticed how the hem of his tee couldn't fight the pull of her full breasts and left just enough of a salacious sliver of her backside on display for him. Her curvy yet slimy body contorted the fabric in a way he had never seen before, and she knew it too, given the way her hands had stilled along the sides of her hips, trying to force it down more in order to dress her properly. But no, not when her breasts nearly took up the entire shirt, only to be punctured ever so lightly by her nipples, which he had watched grow firm when he had stepped into her room.

However, the most striking part of her dress up? The fact that his bandana was on her head.

Zoro shut the door behind him without another thought.

Nami whirled around to face him with her hands raised to defend herself, the release of his shirt allowed it to spin over his hips. "I have your robe and pants folded, and I was just about to bring them to you."

"I think it's a little late for that." The swordsman remarked, as he motioned to the tense boner he was sporting. "I already walked out of my room like this."

Those big brown eyes of her flew straight down to his pyjama pants…and then she snorted. Nami had the audacity to laugh at his distress while saying, "I guess that winter wind I felt coming passed through before you got up, huh?"

Was she…making jokes about the vitality of his erection?

Wearing his bandana meant that Zoro was ready for battle, and from the looks of it, Nami had felt some of that strength possess her as well; the dark fabric that sat above her eyes, with its dark green sheen, made her orange locks stand out and highlighted the fiery nature that truly was Nami the Navigator. Her smirk always challenged him, but to see her adorn his battle-ready garment shook something loose inside of him that he didn't quite understand. He had come to her with more than one purpose, but suddenly, it seemed as though he could bring his two goals together and have fun with it in a way he did not think was possible until he saw her in his clothes.

In the blink of an eye – his good one, no doubt – Zoro was standing directly before Nami with his seedy intentions emanating off of him in waves. He saw recognition of something fierce cross her face before he cupped it in his hands and drove his mouth forward to kiss her. And once he tasted her, he gave not a damn about anything aside from the two of them, in her room, and that interesting mirror of hers.

Nami's body had immediately melted into his, just the way it always did when he gathered up his sexual prowess and decided to take control. His mouth was much more ruthless than he had anticipated, but the eager way in which she responded drove him wild. And when he plunged his tongue into her mouth, she parried him so quickly that it made her moan and caused him to growl. They were finding their rhythms with one another so quickly, which only proved to him that they should have been doing this for years rather than a few weeks.

A toned leg tried to wrap around his hips, indicating that Nami wanted to straddle him the way he usually let her. The tips of his fingers ran from her knee to her ass, then proceeded to grip one round cheek in his palm with enough force to—

…Realize she wasn't wearing any underwear.

Zoro tore his mouth from hers the moment he realized she wasn't sporting one of her favourite thongs or some lacy pair of underwear. A shy yet prideful smile slowly spilled across Nami's lips as if to say she knew what she had done. She enjoyed having nothing on underneath his famous shirt.

Well, it made little to no sense for her to have it on when he did what he had planned next.

"Nami," he mumbled from deep in his chest, the depths of his voice surely rattling her deep inside. No further warning was given as he dislodged her body from his and forcefully spun her around to face her reflection – their reflections – once again. "Do you know why I wear my bandana?"

The question confused her, since it obviously interrupted their kissing without clear reasoning. "On your head? You usually put it on when you're about to fight someone seriously." Irritation highlight her words, as she did not appreciation this odd pause.

Nodding, the swordsman confirmed that she was correct. As a reward for them both, he laid his hand against the hem of his shirt on her right side, slowly lifting it upwards on her body. He knew what she looked like when she was completely nude, yet the eagerness to witness her beautiful body all over again proved that he had not tired of seeing it. He loved to look at the slit between her legs and he still had no idea as to why, but it always made him want to come back for more, ever curious to explore her entirety each chance he could. Her hair rustled against his naked chest and torso as he tugged the tee higher and higher on her body, resulting in him feeling wave after wave of chills across his upper body.

Zoro knew they'd be much warmer soon.

Her heated expression gave away just how aroused she was, never mind the light glistening off of something familiar between her legs. "Now you're wearing it." Zoro quickly blurted out, making sure it sounded blunt, hoping to get his point across before he lost his ability to seduce and devolved into a man who was ready to take.

When she understood his meaning, her waist line was now bare as well. For a moment, Nami didn't seem to know how to respond to a take-charge Zoro, which was a pleasant turn of events for him. To encourage her to answer him, his free hand roamed over her taut torso and teased dropping lower along her pelvis, but never seemed to make the trip. Her breathing intensified almost instantly, and when it did, she whispered out almost too quickly, "Because I know I can take you."

"Fuck." Great, now he was cursing. He was supposed to run the show today, but one sultry-sounding line from the temptress in his arms and he was nearly undone. The morning wood he had been enduring now felt like his cursed blade when it was sheathed before a worthy opponent, begging to be sprung free from its holding. So, he unceremoniously threw his shirt off of her body so that he could immediately tend to himself and rip off those damn pyjama pants of his. His feet knocked them around her before he could reach up and stop her from removing the bandana.

"Huh?" Too aroused to think articulately, Nami questioned his intentions.

"You're fighting me – you're leaving it on." Zoro reminded harshly. He didn't have the patience in him to correct her again, meaning that his purpose for his bandana needed to be made clear right away. Nami tried to turn herself around – to challenge him, face to face – but again, she was disrupting the master plan he had designed!

"What are you doing!?" She was growing impatient with him!?

Gritting his teeth, the first mate recalled once being given instructions by the navigator on how to guide her towards an orgasm: rule number one, was to always make sure that she was just as horny as him. How else could he explain why she was still fighting for control when he clearly knew what to do!?

Two of his fingers ran down her body and spread her lower lips, putting her apparent wetness on display in the glass pane before them. He could see the small bud hidden between them, and it was not strummed as much as he would have liked it to be. Prepared to rectify his mistake, Zoro sunk three fingers between her folds and drew lazy circles, an act of petulant revenge. "I'm going to get you there."

"Y-You better." Nami pouted so strongly, he could hear it in her response. The stutter let him know just where to stroke her in order to get her there faster, harder, better.

"Then," while meeting her stubborn gaze in the mirror, Zoro casually bit her ear lobe before whispering the rest of his plan, "I'm going to try you on."

In the very second that her eyes flew open, his fingers grew merciless with their pacing. Nami's mouth opened wide with a strained gasp, overwhelmed by the drastic change in pace, nearly falling forward until he held her close. Unintentionally, his hand had landed at the base of her neck…where Zoro then proceeded to let his grip soften while climbing up its column. In their reflections, he looked much like the demon he had once been credited as: forcing Nami to come much faster than she was presently ready for, pinning her against his naked body by her throat, all while his cock rested against her ass and took advantage of her cushiony skin by slowly grinding his hips against her.

What had she turned him into?

Why did he enjoy being like this so much?

His hand around her throat warned him of her impending implosion before she could, as he felt the way her moan vibrated before fully escaping her mouth. "Ohhh…oh, fuck—AH!" She cried out when he pulled away from her neck in order to pinch her nipple, a reward-punishment for her cursing at him, just as she always did when she was getting it good from him. He loved her mouth, all the things it could say, all the things it could do, which was why he toyed with the idea of being both irritated and aroused by the naughty things she only said in front of him.

"Z-Zoro!" She yelped, angrier than she was inflamed.

"Shhh, do you want someone to bust in here and put a stop to this?"

"N-No, but…fuck you, I can say what I—!" When he gently slapped her wet pussy lips, she nearly keeled over again. It was amazing to think that he could undo her with his presence, a predatory approach, and some key words of advice she had once yelled at him when she thought he couldn't have sex without a heavy hand to guide him.

Now, it was her turn to be taught by what his hand could do.

He did not warn her when he decided to drop himself onto the bed, nor did he caution her when he decided to pull her back down onto him. Her round ass sat right atop his mid-thigh, the sound of her wetness smacking his skin noticeably behind her bewildered squeal. Taking a moment to check on Nami, Zoro discovered that he enjoyed nuzzling the hollow of her neck and teasing her with tender affection while the rest of him was rough. "You ready? I won't go easy on you, when you're dressed like that."

"Like what?" That beautiful ass of hers slowly rocked back and forth over the muscle of his thigh, and he knew that he had set of fire off inside of her when she was attempting to create her own pleasure, impatient with the way he tried to bring her to her peak. "Like someone who isn't afraid to take you on? Give it to me, Zoro, and I'll give it right back."

Gaze ablaze, the swordsman stared into her reflection's soul before he raked it over her entire being. Nami's gorgeous form was on display, but it was also moving with a slow, enticing rhythm on top of him. Her slender body, accentuated by her full breasts and hips, were absolutely bewitching to him, only further pronouncing his desire with the way she tried to take charge with her massaging her own arousal against his strapping thigh.

Like hell he was going to let her do that.

Suddenly, her expression shifted from confident to alarmed when she found herself in the air; Zoro's mighty hands found the tops of her hips and hoisted her upwards to remove her from her seat. Effortlessly did he position her greedy pussy over the head of his cock. He watched her body work with calculated proficiency as she planted her either side of his body—only to learn that her knees would end up hanging off of the bed at an awkward angle. Nami's characteristic frustration won her over and she placed her feet on the outside of his. In the mirror, she glared at her boyfriend for his inept planning of the new position he wanted to try.

When he helped to guide body downwards so she could feel his cock buried inside of her, the anger she channeled manifested into sexual aggression.

"Agh…f-fuck." Zoro ground out his words as her silken folds parted and allowed his nearly desperate shaft inside of her. His need had been powerful, dreadful, given how patient he had tried to be! However, watching her ass fall into his lap while feeling the way she welcomed him inside of her body was absolutely exhilarating.

"Oh, so you" – pulling her long hair over to one shoulder, Nami glanced back at him from beneath the hood of his bandana's shadow – "can curse, but not me, wh-when I'm the one…being fucked." She was supposed to sound offended, appalled by his double standards, and yet she seemed to be quite amused to hear how hard it was for him to control himself.

Zoro smirked despite his strain to pull himself back form beating into her like a savage. He wanted to, but he had barely warmed her up. For her to take him while he felt himself twitching away while bound by her inner walls was a true demonstration for Nami's vitality, her strength and her own hunger for him, which was what really made his passion harder to control.

His lips landed sloppily onto her now bare back, laying down tracks of his kisses simply because he wanted more of her in that very instant. "Fight me for it." Was all he could manage to say, as he knew that if he started an argument with her, he'd lose the ability to behave like a man, then take her like a beast.

The Cheshire-like grin that was casted at him by her reflection meant she planned to do exactly that.

Those troublesome hips of hers began to move again, only this time, they were made to grind against him. Right away, the promise of regulated friction quickened his heart rate. Zoro stared her down while she showed him how her body carried its pacing when it made love to him; Nami seemed to come alive in a way he had never seen in their two years of friendship, only when he was possessed by her.

Or, trying her on.

The tie on the back of the bandana struck his temple, and he remembered that they were indeed fighting – for power, for pleasure. The swordsman was physically sound and he knew how to work his body, which meant that he needed to find her sweet spot faster if he planned to be the winner. He watched the base of his cock peek out from between her folds before she released half of his length, only to sink back down on top of him once again. Zoro could not be deeper in her in that moment if he tried, and yet his hips demanded that he try.

Sharply, he jutted upwards into her and Nami's eyes looked as though they lost focus when his force impacted her. The springs of her bed creaked, and Zoro took that as his cue that it was too late to stop himself from giving her all that he had pent up inside of him. He wanted to hear her moan the way she had in his dream, only now, some deranged part of him wanted her to be louder, to say his name between every incoherent sound, to make sure that all of the New World knew that he was hers and she was his.

Faster, firmer, his strokes grew much more intense than he wanted them to originally, but the moans that she was firing out only egged him on. The weight of her body colliding with his felt so real, Zoro couldn't explain it – never before had he understood what he wanted from Nami until they were together in moments like this: he wanted to seize her body with his until there was nothing left between them. Sex with her revitalized him in a way he could never hope to explain with words, which was why he planned to drill it into her body.

"Z-Zoro…! Y-You…"

"Y-Yeah?" He grunted before imprinting his lips into the crook of her neck, tempted to bite down and claim her there as well. The sweat that was forming on her body tasted like the citrus fruit he had come to know as her scent, and he lapped his tongue like a dog that was starved.

Nami sounded irritated when she spat out, "Y-You've gotta have…mmm, more…more than that, right?"

His poor sense of chivalry was obliterated, then and there.

"Heh, yeah I do. You want it?" He panted the words directly into her ear while his arms snuck under her thighs and tossed her body backwards, so that she was essentially resting all of her weight onto him, forfeiting her ability to challenge him with her body. If she was going to be cruel, then he could be just as wicked. "Here."

"H-Hey! I can't—This isn't fair! I—Z-Zo-RO!" Nami was a mess when he took over, his relentless cock pounding into her far too quickly for her body to have matched his speed, the moist racket of her leaking juices that trickled down to his sack only emphasizing his brutality.

Fuck fighting fair when all he wanted to do was come inside of her.

A crude urge to tease claimed his tongue as he watched her body bounce mercilessly in the mirror. "What? Not fair? Since when—rrgh!—do you fight fair!? Always telling me to do, g-giving me commands, right? Then you steal my—agh!—my fucking clothes from my room!? To wear 'em? To challenge me!?"

"I-I… I just—!" Nami's protest was silenced when he tugged on her ear with his teeth. He felt the heat radiating upwards along her body, but the glow that formed in her cheeks lightly burned against his skin and it felt like a strong indication that she was finally suffering through some sexual torment of her own.

"You stole from me; I thought you stopped being a thief? You wanna wear my bandana? Fine…then you have to t-take the consequences." And it was in that moment that Zoro came up with a brilliant idea.

He released one of her thighs from grasp so that he could reacquaint his fingers with that clit of hers. Sticking his hands into her panties and toying with her had proven to be satisfying before, but to rub her just as hard as he was driving into her? That had to be the best battle strategy he had ever devised.

The moment he touched the tips of his fingers against her aching bud of flesh, Nami's eyes opened wider than he had ever seen them. The gasp her heard escape her was the loudest he'd ever known, and the erratic jerking of her body proved that he knew how to manipulate her body just as fiercely as she knew how to manipulate him. There was no moment of pause or adjustment – the circles her drew against her were rigorous. They opposed the tempo of his thrusts into her pussy, though both were unashamed in their rugged treatment of Nami. In fact, even as she began to seemingly lose herself by way of the orgasmic look on her face, Zoro refused to relent.

Even as the muscle in his arm threatened to strain, he fought to keep going.

"Z-Zo-RO!" Nami cried, panic in her strained voice. Her breathing was growing heavier and he loved to watch the upper swells of her breasts while they fought to keep up. When his leer slipped to the mirror, he noticed the saliva that was dressing her lips, given that she could not close it while lost to the throes of her pleasure.
Yes, oh yes, how her voice drove him wild!

"ZORO!" She shouted his name again, almost loud enough to worry him.
"N-Namiii!" Zoro cried out, her name holding the ring of a curse word with the way he spoke it.

The vicious rattling of her body jumbled her demands, but the way she fought his hold struck him. "L-Let go!"

"W-What!?" He couldn't believe what he was hearing! At the height of their love-making – where he knew that he was about to implode – she wanted him to grind their movements to a halt!?

"Ohhhhh, I-I c-CAN'T! Ahhh, OH! FUUUCK—!" What Nami did next was inexplicable.

She struggled herself free from Zoro's grasp on her thigh and her clit, then crashed into his chest with all of her body weight and forced him backwards on a strange angle. In doing so, she dropped her head back onto his shoulder as she came like never before: a heavy, volatile stream of her cum fired itself at the mirror that he had been observing her in, streaking it with what appeared to be random squirts of her juices. Her own fingers found her clit after he had been scared away and she rubbed herself until her body had nothing else left to give.

Seeing her massive orgasm take place like that before him was too much for the man enduring the blue balls he had walked in with! Never before had he witnessed such a display of pleasure, and to not only see Nami endure something so fierce but to help her get to that point was empowering, inspiring, and downright arousing. All he had to do was grind his cock against her tender folds one last time and his seed shot sky high before landing onto her writhing body. Streams of ejaculated cum splattered over Nami's naked, sweating form until he had not a drop left to give. It was the most ethereal, surreal experience he had ever endured but for Zoro…

It was fucking fantastic.

His masterful core held their bodies in their reclined position, and his robust arms embraced her while she had some sort of spasm of aftershocks. Nami hummed randomly in time with her random twitching, and all Zoro could think to do in order to help her through such a earth-shattering experience was to kiss her all over her skin that he could reach. Both of them were panting with difficult, their bodies both unwound and tense after such a dramatic release, and yet there was an immeasurable amount of peace found between them as they basked in their post-orgasmic moment. His one good eye had rested closed while he tried to collect the pieces of himself after such an explosion, and when he dared to peek out at the world that supposedly still existed around them, he caught sight of the mirror pane that still stood directly before them, now an odd piece of work to commemorate their thorough and almost metaphysical session of sex.

A hardy chuckle failed to make a proper sound, aside from the obvious rumble it caused in his chest. When he felt Nami's gaze run lazily up the side of his face in a poor attempt to examine his meaning, the swordsman collected a piece of his shattered chivalry and revealed his intention so as not to keep her guessing, "Now…you've got something else to clean."

Nami couldn't bark at him, let alone start up a row with him. So what did she do? She summoned all of her might to lift her arm upwards, snatch his bandana off of her head, and throw it in his face. Sure, she missed it by an inch or two, but she laughed as if she had truly triumphed in her endeavour.

This time, Zoro found the strength to summon his voice and found himself laughing too. After all, doing something as rude as that was similar to slapping him in the face with a white glove: another challenge had been issued to him.

Refusing to warn her, the swordsman dropped his body backwards onto her bed, giving the unsuspecting Nami a terrible fright.

And he was about to give her a hell of a lot more, now that they were about to move onto Round Two…

Author's Notes:

Ta da! Another ZoNami Event!? Yes, we are hosting an NSFW ZoNami Love Fest on our tumblr page, zonamievents! I wanted to post my Day 01's theme early on fanfiction to alert any other authors who might want to participate! It starts on

It starts on November 3rd, with this very theme! You can post your submissions here and message them to me so that I can link them on tumblr, if you'd like to share your work with the community. The themes are as followed:

Day 01 - Zoro's Bandana

Day 02 - Roleplaying: A Witch and her Servant

Day 03 - Body Shots

Day 04 - Queen X Knight (One Piece Chess AU)

Day 05 - Weather Conditions Permitting

(Please visit our blog on tumblr for more information, if you'd like to follow along or even participate!)

Thank you so much for reading my story, and I hope you will enjoy the rest to come! (Ha, ha!) Because I posted this early here, the next one will be posted to fanfiction on the appropriate date, being November 4th. Please stay tuned!