One Piece:
Pairing: ZoroxNami
Rating: M (Viewer Discretion is Advised)
Slippery Struggle
Growling as deeply as humanly possible, Roronoa Zoro ripped his shirt away from his flexing chest and attacked the shower's knobs, the water spraying fiercely from the tap. His fang slipped to stab his bottom lip while he took care of discarding his boots, pants and underwear, his hands clenching the lining of his clothing the entire time. As he placed his familiar fabrics into a sloppy pile beside the shower's base, he paid no attention to the actual scorching temperature of the water that sprayed over his tanned body and began his typical cleansing ritual. He tried to sigh away his heavy breathing, but it did not decimate the rumbling in his chest, and so, his eyebrows creased.
'Stupid bitch.' The swordsman thought angrily as he scrubbed his skin with no form of product. Snapping his jaw tightly, the realization dawned on him and he began his search for the bar of soap. Glaring his way around the small space, he couldn't seem to find what he was looking for. At the peak of his fury, he slammed a fist against the wall before him and bowed his head, his free hand balled at his side. His eyes were transfixed on the circular drain at the bottom of the shower's room, but his mind had not registered the sight of it, as he was trapped within the cast corners of his mind.
That stupid bitch he had referred to was none other then the navigator of the Straw Hat nakama, Nami. The reasoning behind his new nickname for his companion was her feline-like body and seductress charm. Glancing over at his manhood, he almost barked with rage. Somehow, the wench of his companions had caused a strange, burning sensation to swirl in his lower abdomen, and now he had to deal with a throbbing trouble he had never dealt with before. He knew what she had done to him, for he awoke just as every other male in the world, but he never had his cock harden by the presence of a woman before. He wasn't oblivious to the reason; he had loved Nami differently as the rest of his friends, and her overpowering aura had finally made his body succumb. However, that did not cool his burning temper. In fact, with nothing but his understanding, he felt he had more of reason to allow his fury to boil over, hoping it would distract him.
He tried cursing at her in his mind, but it only aroused him further, to the point of groaning in pain. Looking up at the shower head suddenly, the temperature of the water, at long last, registered and he yelped displeasingly. Reaching for the knobs again, he almost broke the hot water one as he turned it off, then forced the cold water tab as far as it could go. In a moment of weakness, while alone in the shower, he let a small moan of enjoyment sound from inside his throat, relishing in the feel of the freezing water droplets trickling down shape of each and every muscle. Bowing his head under the small river, he let himself ponder over the existence of Nami, and why she riled him so. He was never one to judge appearances for a positive purposes, so he had no definition as to what beauty or sex-appeal was. He was able to, nevertheless, commemorate the times he admired her frame, as it was quite fit for a female.
Just then, he ran his fingers through his tiny locks of hair and scratched at his scalp enthusiastically. No, he was not going to give permission for his desire to emerge for a second time in one day. He would, instead commemorate her personality. She was a fiery, brazen woman; he decided to describe her as. Her proud nature gave her a certain form of confidence he had never seen in a woman before. That was something that sparked his arousal, he assumed, and again, he had to attack the cradle of his mind. His knuckles became detailed through his skin as he dragged his hand down the side of his face, then he punched himself with enough force to turn his head. What was happening to him?
Shaking his head at a frightening speed, his mind rattling, his own kind of strategy for releasing his mind of all thoughts of her, he almost lost his balance. To catch himself, his fist made contact with the wall again, only this time, some of the tiles crackled under the pressure. It was then he noticed he was panting. He wasn't at a loss for breath; his heart beat was accelerating. Lowering his gaze down to his appendage again, he noticed that he was on the verge of hardening again, even under the ice-cold pressure. Sighing in defeat, he stood there and let the water rush over him. Closing his eyes, his head lowered again and doused his head under the stream. His tile-breaking fist slid to rest just under the water supplier, his fingers sliding out of the balled position to allow his palm a change to rest against the wall.
Zoro sighed again; he was not fit to face his nakama for a while. He would not give in to temptation, for that was the fall of all powerful men. His greatest issue was no longer beating his greatest opponent in swords-play, but more so, dealing with the temptress he had allowed into his heart. How he wished he had never met her, in that moment in time, if it would get rid of the painful struggle in his confused manhood.
"What's," –his eyes shot open at the sound of that voice- "the matter, Zoro? Not feeling well?"
His eyes darkened, his growl increased in volume and his muscles flexed with each agonizing breath. How the hell did the damned-feline-that-cursed-him pass by his senses, and was suddenly pressed up against him, her naked body blocking his access to the shower? He leered as hard as he could, but the situation began to quench his secret thirst. Her ample chest was compressed against his, with her nipples quite obviously pleased with their placing. He could see her cleavage line most evidently, as it was only inches under his lowered chin. Her eyes held that same seductive look; the stare that made him ache for her body, yet held enough refinery where it could also be labelled as innocent. Her bare thighs were against his, meaning her stomach was holding down his cock. If she were to just lift her leg… he wasn't sure if he wanted to think about that.
With her face tilted innocently underneath his down-casted head, his inner demon screamed at him to force himself on her, capturing her lips in the most antagonizing kiss of her life. What worried him the most about the situation was his zapped strength, for he had no will to move her, and the revival of the demon he was sure he had terminated. His eyes rattled in his head; it took all his nerve not to look at her full, parted lips. His jaw clamped shut, as he tried to refrain from acting out of his usual demeanour, and pulled his complete frame away from her. He thought he backed up to the edge of the confined area for how long his steps took, but to his disappointment, he stood with enough distance for the sight of her perky breasts to still tease him.
He knew she could see the raging battle in his eyes, because the moment their gazes met, her smile turned into a smirk. His features matched his scowl before he answered her, "What do you think you're doing here? And how did you get in?"
"Does that even matter? I'm here; that's that." Her gracefully saunter spiked his senses; was he considering taking her? Honestly, she deserved to be raped by him, for intruding on a man while trying to rid himself of the need to fill her with his being. The only fact that stopped him from doing so was the reminder that flashed through his mind set; she was his nakama. She knew how to tease and get away with it, while he only knew how to ignore or take. That was how she always managed to beat him, and he could only bow down to her wants.
His reasoning, that was slowly being silenced, told him to retreat. He attempted to comply with his logic, something that was almost unaccustomed, but lost all chance as she threw her arms around him—he was sure he felt her grind her hips, too. Luckily for the both of them, he had planted his feet, so to avoid any form of falling, but he was worried again by his unfounded urge to resist her. Instead of displaying his worry to her, he simply stood still, lying as a way to hide all that he felt for the unclad and sexually appealing woman before him.
Her smirk grew before she did something he wouldn't have fantasized about in his wildest of wet dreams. Lifting her left leg, she rested her calf onto his hip, and then mimicked the act with her right. While in mid-action of placing her right leg on his waist, she tossed herself upward and somehow found a way to slide her moist womanhood over his cock. Immediately, his dark glare stopped at the sound and sight of her pleasure-riding body, and turned his expression into one of shock.
"N-Nami!" He spoke as quickly as he could, as his voice broke half way through the shout for her name so he could lessen the volume of his cry. He couldn't comprehend what she had just done; all he was able to register was that he was suddenly hardening inside her, something he never thought he would be able to do.
After her painfully lagging moan, her eyes slid open half way; his instinct gripped his groin. She looked so hungry for him, with the same heat as what he felt. Since she initiated the act, he took the chance to look down at her nipples; they looked to be in pain, with how pointed they were. Meeting her eyes again, his hanker stirred inside him once more. He growled soundlessly, almost animalistic, as his eyelids slid to give her the same look that she gave him. With both their bodies itching and yearning for each other, they wasted not another moment and lunged at each other. Their lips held captive by the other's, passionately claiming each speck of skin, they slowly started the act of intercourse.
Nami acted first; arching her back, she held onto him as closely as she could. Lifting herself, she held her open womanhood over the head of his cock for a second or two, then rolled her hips swiftly and dropped her entire being. Her wet walls covered him fully, which made both of them verbally convey their felicity. She repeated the action—only this time, as she hung over his head, she swirled her opening twice—before grabbing his hands and placing them on the sides of her stomach. The moment his hands traced her sides, Nami felt goose bumps arise all over her body and she nibbled on his lip as a sign of appreciation.
Grasping the concept of sex by this point, Zoro bucked his hips upward forcefully, deciding he wanted to be in control of her. The sound of her scream shattered all mental restraints he had placed on himself. Almost throwing her against the wall to his right, he confined her between his heated body and the chilling tiles. She moaned at that too; the unfamiliar sound, something so simplistic and unusual, drove him mad. The moment her pleased sound ceased, he thrusted as hard as he could back into her, just to hear it again. It was almost like gasoline to a fire.
Before he lost all form of thoughts, an idea quickly came to him. Letting one hand slip from her side, which made her cry for him, he reached for the shower head and turned it, so the pressure could beat on their intense actions. She seemed to approve, as she rolled her hips faster, and did so again as his palm cupped the underside of her breast. Seeing as how his hands also made her as crazy his thrusting, he moved his hands over her entire body, almost as if to say that each fibre of all that was Nami now belonged to the man that was Zoro. As his hands slid back to her breasts, he squeezed, and her mouth separated from his to scream. He chuckled darkly, almost making her worry as she panted from the overwhelming sensation of his cock tapping her unknown g-spot.
"If you get any louder, they'll hear us." He tossed his head up, as if to point toward the other people aboard the ship who they had forgotten about. The shadow that covered his eyes then made him look so menacingly, so devious and powerful, the stream of words he whispered had entered on ear and gone through the other. She nodded, to show she understood, but once he thrusted into her again, she yelped like a cat in heat. He chuckled again, and she felt her juices stir anxiously.
"Here." Was all he said, in that sexy baritone of his. She looked up to see his shoulder aligned with her lips. Letting her slim fingers run over his broad shoulders to grab onto him, she placed her lips on his shoulder blade and began to suckle. She felt the sound that ruptured in his chest and continued to please, just to make him understand how close to climaxing she was before he stopped.
Seeing as how she was gratifying him with the delicate touches on his neck, he chose to show the same to her. His lips sliding off his teeth, he traced her earlobe with the points of his fangs. Her moan breathed over his skin, until mid way through, she caught herself and bit onto his shoulder. Growling with some kind of anger, he slid his fangs down her neck and began to bite at her crook. The instant he did, she gripped her legs around his waist and swayed her hips over him, begging him for more. Though he was deemed to be in control, he complied with her wish and bucked upwards yet again, starting yet another frenzy of friction between the two of them.
In a haze, Nami still moaned in approval and hunger while kissing and nibbling on his skin absentmindedly. She had no control over her body now as he kept ramming against her most pleasurable spot. Her hips moved faster and faster, powered by some unknown source of energy, as she worked as hard as she could to reach her peak. Her hands slid all over his back, then down to his arse and squeezed. She got the reaction she wanted, as it caused him to perform a sort of double thrust inside her and she made it. Turning her scream into a sharp pant, she whispered his name heatedly into his ear with all the feelings she had inside her before she leaked over him.
Unprepared for such a thing, he had maintained his actions, until he felt her wetness drip over him and made his manhood perform yet another double thrust. Panting fiercely, he was unsure of what to do, seeing as how he had yet to reach his point of climax. Pulling back with tense shoulders, he looked into her eyes with untameable longing and need. She blushed shyly, surprising to him, to see she climaxed first. He let a small smirk sluggishly spread across his features. Confused, Nami gave him the cutest look of curiosity he had ever seen. Leaning forward, he placed hot kisses, ones that ignited her already sated sexual appetite, over the shape of her jaw until he reached her ear again.
His voicing rumbling, he teased while he exhaled with unimaginable fervency into her ear, "It would seem you can't out last me. But I'm not done yet, Nami." And so, with both their lust reinstated, he almost threw his appendage inside her, ready to start the second round of their love making.
Unable to handle the swirling delight of both the after shock and rising sex, Nami had to lash out against him. Slipping her hand under her thigh, she reached her fingers over to his bouncing sack and cupped it in her hand, just as he had with her breasts previously. He almost halted his assault to her clit; he was clearly curious and enjoying the action. Smiling into the imprints her lips left on his shockingly smooth skin, she began to create a wave-like motion with her hand, almost juggling what she held. He choked on a pant, then grabbed her hands and held them over her head, restricting her to the wall. She was about to cry out in protest again, before his masterful, demanding lips enclosed over hers and viciously commanded for response.
Her insides were begging her to both stop and make sure his overpowering body would never cease its wondrous raid of her. Pulling him closer with her legs and squeezing his waist line with her thighs, she answered to the latter and curved her back to match his animalistic drive into her soaking womanhood. Feeling their bodies separate slightly, she felt her partner wrap his free arm around her back and force her chest against his own. Her breasts continued to bounce with matching speed to his forceful actions upon her, and again, she felt herself coming close yet again.
"Z-Zoro…" she moaned, coating her speech with a whisper so only his ears could hear. His brooding, masculine eyes scanned hers so diligently, even while he was lost to the control of his groin over his senses. He grunted as a reply, as a way of saying that he too, was reaching his end. Pleased to hear they would both be reaching their peak together, both Nami and Zoro moved their hips as fast as possible, with as much vigour as the other, trying to make their partner cum first.
Moaning as she had before, the red head's back moved with her waist at such a blinding speed, the swordsman was impressed. However, her sounds only made him drive into her as quickly as ever, and since he had discovered what her most pleasing spot was, he made sure to slam against that special point each and every time. Her gasps that mixed with her sounds of exhilaration proved it to him; they were both ready.
Though she was caught within her whirl of ecstasy, Nami refused to first for the second time. Slipping her hand out the grasp he had over her, she let her hand fly down to his sack again and juggled them once more. Too lost within pleasure was the swordsman that he allowed it, and welcomed release by this point, as he had been fighting the urge to explode for too long. In his last attempt of success, he bit down on her neck and suckled over her tender skin. He was pleased to her verbalize her final moments of enjoyment.
"A-Ahh! Mm, Z-Zor-! Zoro, I-I-Ahh! Uhh…Uhh…I-I c-can't! I can't Zoro, I gotta-Ahh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Z-Zoro! Zoro! ZORO! Ahh! Ahhh! AHHH!" And just as she screamed her final sound of pleasure, he too hit his peak and together, they climaxed.
Nami clamped her lips shut as she savoured the feeling of his seed emptying into her, her back lifting her chest even more then it already was against his firm pectorals. After a few good seconds, once she began to drop her shoulders, she felt herself drop while in her arms. When she opened her eyes, she was still on Zoro's appendage, but within his lap, as they now sat on the floor, the forgotten shower still beating on them. Shivering, the red head snuggled against his chest, looking for a way to preserve her warmth. His strong hand cupped one side of her buttocks, but she did not whelp in surprise, but merely welcomed the feeling.
As they panted in unison, Zoro glanced over at her with tired eyes. The glowing maiden against him made his heart skip a beat, even after all they had just done. He thought that if he had just fucked her, his painful craving for the seductive wench would end. Now, as he slid his fingers up and over her still tingling skin, he knew that that was not the case. As she rested her hand over his heart, he concluded that he would never let her leave him. She was now part of his life, and she was never to be separated from him again. For he knew no other woman could ever give him such copious amounts of pleasure in so many different ways.
Fighting the sudden urge to yawn, Nami concluded--she was spent! Nothing in her life had left her so physically wasted. Nor had anything ever given her such unimaginable joy. Looking at the swordsman from under her brows, as she scanned his tired expression, she came across her own realization; they hadn't climaxed, they had both had their very first orgasms together. Smiling with an amount of glee she thought was unattainable, she sat up straight and slowly lifted her body off of his manhood. As she tried to turn away from him, she felt his fingers squeeze her arse. A small shiver travelled up her spine, which made her shutter. She turned to him, ready to explain her intent, until she saw the slack-jawed grin. Smiling back, she let his hand rest where it did while she reached over to turn off the running water. Then, she returned to her resting place.
"Say," Zoro asked calmly after taking in a deep breath and clearing his throat. He waited for Nami to make a noise in reply before finishing, "Why hasn't anyone come looking for us? The shower's been running for at least half an hour."
"Oh," her devious tone interested him. He looked down at her with his usual inquisitive look while she gave him her typical temptress smirk, "I put a 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door before I came in."
He was dumbstruck, but paid no attention. Instead, he slid his hand from her ass to her chin, then tilted her face upward so he could kiss her again.
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