Disclaimer: One Piece (and its characters) belongs to Eiichiro Oda-sensei.

Reminder: I have no beta-reader. Any grammatical and spelling errors are solely mine.

Warning: OOC possible. One shot.

Rating: M

Note: PWP.I just badly need a ZoNa NSFW. And I know I'm not the only one. This is set in AU and it's from a multi-chaptered fic idea that I would probably never find time to write.

Anyway enjoy! Minors stay away. You've been warned. Same goes for those who don't like smut.

Summary: "Ah, Zoro," she murmured, lips quirking in amusement. "You're quiet. Cat got your tongue?"

TREADING UNCHARTED WATERS

#3: Hot For You

"Hey! You're back!"

Zoro nodded in response to the cheerful voice that greeted him the moment he stepped inside the house. Carelessly dropping his gym bag beside the couch, he did a double take at the sight of the orange-haired woman in his kitchen casually rummaging inside his fridge.

He watched her for a moment, surprised that she was actually there. "Why are you here?"

"Huh?" Nami straightened up and frowned at him. "What do you mean why am I here?"

Zoro sighed before muttering 'never mind'. He unzipped his post workout jacket and tossed it on the back of the chair near him. He just came from the gym and wasn't really expecting her company when he got back home.

He should've known this was going to happen when he gave her a spare key to his house.

Nami was looking at him quizzically. "You don't want me here?" She queried with her brows furrowed and arms akimbo, her displease evident in her tone.

"Didn't say that," Zoro replied before plopping down the couch to kick off his shoes and remove his socks. It wasn't really a tiring day. But somehow he had an inkling that it will be once this conversation with Nami takes a wrong turn.

Said woman just childishly blew a raspberry at him before turning her attention back to his fridge. Three seconds later, a beer can was flying towards him.

He caught it with one hand.

Zoro threw a big, appreciative grin her way. "Thanks!"

Nami just shrugged and grabbed another one for herself, popping the can open and taking a nice long sip from it.

Zoro did the same with his.

Damn that feels great after a long workout.

He kept an eye on Nami from the rim of his beer can as he continued drinking. Her attention was back inside his fridge again, doing Kami-knows-what.

He honestly thought she was busy today. He accidentally saw her planner yesterday and every damn hour was filled with something she meant to do—like shop for new furniture, shop for new outfits, shop for shoes, meet Usopp, pick up new paint colors for her office and bedroom with Usopp, rope Usopp into painting her office and bedroom (free of charge of course, the poor guy), yada, yada. So he wasn't really expecting her in his house, digging inside his fridge…

Zoro straightened up a little so he could see her more clearly.

…in that super short shorts and sexy crop top that leave little to his imagination.

He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. Trust Nami to walk around his place in a really skimpy outfit.

Not that he's complaining. It was a damn sight for the eyes. Plus, he had already given up all restraint he had on physically admiring her when they started dating.

Now he can shamelessly ogle at her but only behind closed doors and only when it's just the two of them.

He tossed back his remaining beer just as Nami made her way towards him with two new cans. She handed him one, knowing he'd finish his first in one go.

Zoro smirked as he took it from her. "Is this the reason why you are rummaging inside my fridge? Don't you have your own stocks chilling in your own?"

Nami huffed as she settled down next to him and made herself at home by propping her feet up on the coffee table. "I was planning to do a grocery run today since I still have some time and thought I should check if you need anything too."

He cocked an eyebrow at her. "It's already past eight."

"So? Store doesn't close until ten right? You need anything?"

Zoro opened the new beer can and took a hefty swig before mumbling,

"Hiyori actually brought over some last weekend."

Nami stopped halfway to bringing her own drink to her lips and gave him a sideway glance. Then her mouth exaggeratedly formed an 'o'.

"Ooooh! You mean your other girlfriend?"

She was teasing of course. Zoro knew that. But still, he detected a bite in her tone—like a calm before the storm, a warning of some sorts.

It was very rare for him to feel a tad bit nervous. But right now, he can sense its ugly head rearing.

He gulped down the remaining contents of his beer to push that unwanted sensation away before grunting, "I only have one girlfriend."

Nami's grin widened at what he said and she pressed closer to his side, tucking her legs under her. He gave her a wary glance, even as his arm automatically wrapped itself around her, palm resting against the soft skin of her bare waist.

"Aaaw… don't worry Zoro," she cooed, kissing his cheek. "I can share you. She can have you on Mondays and Tuesdays."

He scowled at her and she just laughed at him.

"You do know that she only did that because Kuina asked her to. And you can't just say no to that woman when she tells you to do something."

"Uh-huh, I know." Nami nodded. "Just keep telling yourself that." She patted his shoulder in a condescending way.

"Tch!"

"Don't scowl so much Zoro," Nami pinched his cheek. "Aren't you glad that there are other girls that want to take care of you? I know I am."

"No."

She threw her head back and laughed loudly. "You're such a grouch." She pinched his cheek again and this time Zoro grabbed her wrist to stop her from pulling at his face.

"Damn it! Stop that!" He growled as she continued sniggering, moving away from him and settling back on the couch, feet up the table again, so she can finish her drink.

"It's not that bad Zoro," she grinned widely at irritated expression on his face. "Saves you the trouble of going out and getting hopelessly lost inside the grocery store."

"I don't get lost!" He retorted vehemently.

"Right," Nami said sarcastically with a roll of her eyes. "Anyway, just tell your other girlfriend that you are about to ran out of beer." She shook the can lightly before depositing it down the coffee table and grabbing the other. "She better get you some more," she said before guzzling her second drink in pure delight.

Zoro looked like he was going to throttle her anytime soon and Nami just winked at him.

He frustratingly ran a hand through his hair. Their conversation could go wrong in a lot of ways and he's not sure if he had enough energy to clash with her. It may appear as if she's cool with it but he can see how her eyes had turned sharp enough to maim him.

Zoro took the safest route he can think of to steer Nami to a different topic. He sighed. "How about you stop pilfering from my stocks?"

She looked like she was pondering for a moment. "Hmmm… no. I kinda like this one from Shimotsuki. They don't sell this brand here."

Well, he definitely agrees with her on that. That's the reason why he kept pestering Kuina to include some in the groceries she regularly send over.

"Fine. I'll ask Kuina to send some for you as well."

"Sure," Nami agreed. "And maybe Hiyori can deliver it to me as well." She suggested with a saucy wink.

Damn it all. How the hell did they circle back to that?

Zoro glowered at her. He was not really amused by the way she kept teasing him.

Nami just snickered at his reaction.

He decided to stop playing nice and meet her head on. "Are you jealous?" He smirked and she watched her expression turned indignant.

"Me?!" She almost shrieked at him. "Do I look like I'm jealous?!"

From the way she reacted to that, he'd say yes. Definitely yes.

He just shrugged his shoulders and made a grab for her beer.

"I am not jea— Zoro no!" She shouted when he snatched it away from her hand and she lunged towards him to get it back.

He held it out of her reach as she tried to crawl over him and grinned evilly when she failed to grab it, the difference in their arm length giving him the advantage.

Not to mention that he also slyly used the arm he had around her waist to keep her in place.

"Give it back Zoro!"

"No."

Desperately, she tried to edge up and closer to their goal but failed so miserably. Zoro had her pinned against his body in a vice-like grip.

The orange-haired woman squirmed on top of him so he'd loosen his hold on her. She damn knows his arm strength well enough to discern that it was a fruitless effort.

But Nami was feisty enough to not give up without a fight.

With one last effort, she tried to jerk her body forward again, throwing all her weight and strength in that movement…

…and she finally succeeded in wrestling her beer away from Zoro's grasp.

"Hah!" She smirked triumphantly holding the can up like a prized trophy. Zoro just rolled his eye at her. She suddenly swatted his shoulder. "You take back what you said!"

"No," Zoro drawled.

"Why you…!"

Something suddenly popped and an object dropped down Zoro's chest and his eye regarded it curiously.

It was followed by another.

He glanced up at Nami questioningly and she in turn was staring in aghast at the front of her top before her eyes riveted on the buttons that fell on Zoro's chest.

Oh so that was it.

"My top!" Nami screeched when she realized that the popping sound came from her crop top's buttons tearing out from where they were sewn.

Before he can stop himself, Zoro burst out laughing.

"Hey!" She whacked him on the shoulder again. Her eyes lowered to her top again.

Only one button was remaining and it was also on the verge of popping out as well, unable to hold her… generous assets.

"This is your fault!" She hissed at him, letting out a groan as she stood up. It was such a cute top. She liked it a lot. Plus it was really comfortable even if she did notice when she put it on earlier that the buttons were struggling to contain her a bit.

But Nami honestly didn't think they'd give up just like that. Must be because of their tussle earlier.

Zoro was still chuckling at her expense and she kicked his leg while he took advantage of her distraction and grabbed the beer from her hand again.

"You need to change sizes Nami," he chuckled, earning another kick from her. He was actually finding this quite funny. Nami always had a knack for wearing tight fitting or sometimes even skimpy clothes that leave little to his imagination.

He wasn't really bothered by it and he didn't really give it that much thought. She had a great body and if she wanted to flaunt it, he was not going to stop her.

Besides he can't say he didn't appreciate it—especially when she's almost spilling out from that poor excuse of a top. The view was great after all.

Damn, being with her had turned him into some kind of a depraved pervert always wanting to take a peek or catch a glimpse of something that should be covered.

He finds himself asking over and over again, why it took them this long to finally decide to be together. It would've saved him from turning into someone who's always craving to touch her and be touched by her.

Well… she was touching him alright right now. Nami was hitting him on the arm after what he had said.

"What the hell do you mean by that?" Nami was saying through gritted teeth, emphasizing each word with a punch on his arm. "Are you saying I'm fat?!"

"Hey!" Zoro stopped gulping down the beer he nicked from her, keeping it away from harm's reach. "Not really."

"Not really?!" Oh mister, you don't know how high your debt just sky rocketed!"

He bristled at that. "What the hell do you mean?! My debts are all clear!"

"It just got renewed!" She snarled at him.

"Give me a break Nami."

"No."

"Look, all I'm saying is that…" his eye zeroed in on her chest. "It can barely hold them together." He callously pointed at breasts.

Nami hit him again.

This time he caught her arm, discarding the now-empty beer can at the lamp table beside him. He better stop her before she decides to go on a rampage. As much as he was having fun riling her up as retaliation to all her teasing earlier, a raging Nami is kinda hard to pacify.

He tugged her nearer to him, his thumb making soothing circles on her wrist—a gesture he discovered that strangely calms her down.

He liked to think… that she's a sucker for his touch as well.

"Come here," he beckoned, pulling at her gently so she was standing right in front him, their knees almost touching.

Surprisingly, Nami conceded. Her ire dissipating as he continued his ministrations on her wrist before bringing it to his lips for a kiss.

"You owe me a new top." She sulkily said.

"Fine." He agreed easily not bothering to fight her on it. He doesn't want to spend the whole evening with her in a bad mood. It was not really what he had in mind. "Lucky you weren't outside when this happened, imagine the commotion you'll make."

A small smile pulled at the corners of her lips.

"Why are you even wearing that?"

Nami gazed down her now ruined top dejectedly. "Because it's cute and it's a bit hot today."

"From the looks of it now, it won't last til the end of the day."

She narrowed her eyes at him. Then sighed disappointedly. "Yeah you're right."

Zoro smirked. "I am?"

She didn't look happy that he almost sound like he's gloating. He was rarely right or so she claims.

"I got shirts you can use if you want," he offered, grinning as he released her hand.

"Thanks I guess," Nami mumbled glumly. As much as she love wearing his t-shirts because they have this certain scent that was so him, it takes a lot of folding and tucking just to get some shape on her.

Zoro lightly squeezed her thigh, a silent gesture that she can go ahead and changed.

"Well I better take you up on that offer…"

With a quick flick of her fingers she undid the remaining, surviving button and took off her top without another word.

And Zoro immediately fell silent at the sight of her naked breasts before him.

Damn this woman! She wasn't wearing anything underneath that stupid top of hers. Now everything was just out there for him to look at.

Damn it all to hell and fucking back.

Everything was suddenly tight… and hot. The living room where they were seemed stifling.

He took a deep breath… a very deep breath before his gaze met hers.

"Ah, Zoro," she murmured, lips quirking in amusement. "You're quiet. Cat got your tongue?"

Zoro never had a womanly part that he considered his favourite. Breasts, ass, a small waist, slender hips, a pretty face… whatever it is, if it's nice he looks, even admires for a few lingering seconds and that was it. He never dwelled on it or even given it a second thought.

But trust Nami to obliterate that in one instant—the very first time he had her naked on his bed.

Now he looks, he admires. Even dwells and gives it more than a second thought…

…every damn part of her.

And the enthralling witch knew it. She knew the effect she had on him…

…because there was now a haughty smirk gracing her lips as she looked down on him.

Nami lifted her arms and slowly flipped her hair back, the movement making her luscious breasts bounce slightly.

And his fingers dug deep into her skin as he watched her little show.

She bent down, resting both of her hands on his thighs, her arms pushing her breasts up as she brought her face closer to his. "Like what you see?"

He didn't answer her, yet the grip he still had on her tightened.

"Of course you do," Nami answered for him as she leaned down some more and almost closing the space they have between them. "You always do." She tapped his cheek with her finger.

"Guess I better go and get one of your shirts like you said." She deliberately let her lips linger just above his—like the tease that she is—knowing how it turns him on when she does that.

"Go ahead then," Zoro drawled, finally responding to her teasing. Oh he knows what she's up to of course. He is so familiar on how her devious mind works. On how she loves getting a rise out of him whether in anger, or as of recent, in desire.

The hand on her thigh trailed up slowly to rest on her waist, his thumb caressing the dip of it softly, tickling her skin, as a smug smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

Two can play the same game. He didn't make any move to kiss her no matter how close she was. Nor will he stop her from getting one of his shirts to cover herself up and conceal her glorious breasts away from his gaze.

Hell he's not going to let her win this battle.

But as much as he knows how Nami's mind works, she definitely knows how his does too.

And she's a much better player when it comes to a battle of the wills.

Nami then edged closer to him, climbing on his lap and straddling him. Her lips never touched his even if they are so near each others, her eyes never leaving his.

She pressed her naked breasts against his chest and he fought a groan from coming out.

"You're playing hard to get Zoro," her breath ghosted his ear when she whispered those words.

"Because you're being a tease Nami."

"Alright, I'll stop," she relented easily, surprising the man under her.

Nami gave up just like that? What in the world is hap—

Zoro inhaled sharply when her hand easily found its way down the front of his running shorts…

…and squeezed him lightly.

"Hmm? You're already this excited?" She observed, eyeing him amusedly. "That's more like it then."

She didn't waste any time and slipped a hand inside his shorts so she could touch him.

That earned her a breathy 'fuck' from him.

She had the gall to wink before her hand slipped past his boxer briefs.

"Fuck… Nami," he cursed when her hand found him.

It was warm and soft and it feels so good when she started rubbing him, her fingers playfully tracing the bulging veins of his shaft.

She let out a soft moan as she continued stroking him. Resting her forehead against him she murmured,

"You're so hard already. I can't wait to feel you inside me Zoro."

Fucking hell! She almost destroyed him with that nice and clean. He nearly threw her down the couch so he can have his way with her.

Nami suddenly withdrew her hand and he let out a disgruntled sound.

"Nami," he groaned. "Don't just stop."

She giggled at his reaction. "Just stay still Zoro," she playfully placed a finger on his forehead, pushing his head down the couch's backrest. She placed a soft kiss on his cheek before climbing off his lap.

"Where are you going?"

She winked mischievously at him and he gave her a curious look. His grey eye darkened with lust when she knelt down in front of him, her fingers hooking on the waistband of his shorts. In one smooth move, she pulled it down along with his undergarment. His cock sprang out, already rock-hard from arousal.

"Nami…"

"Sssh. Didn't I tell you to stay still?" Nami flashed him a naughty smile, her hand wrapping around his hardness, touching and stroking him again. She began pumping him slowly once, twice, her thumb playing with the tip of his cock, making a pre-cum leak out…

…before taking half of him in her mouth without warning.

Zoro's leg almost jerked at the sudden warm sensation enveloping him. His hip twitched up involuntarily and he threw his head back feeling as if his whole body was suddenly lit on fire.

Damn. This. Woman!

Fuck!

When he felt her tongue started to swirl around him to wet his shaft some more so she could take it all in…

… for the life of him Zoro cannot hold back a moan.

Nami started moving her mouth up and down his cock, stopping to suck him every now and then, he was completely and utterly lost.

What did he do to deserve her? Nami was so fucking amazing with her mouth.

He was breathing heavily, almost in time with the movement of Nami's head as she continued pleasuring him. Every single muscle in his body was tensing and contracting. The room suddenly felt so hot and Zoro peeled off his running tank, throwing it somewhere he doesn't really care to know.

That didn't help quell the heat that wants to engulf him.

He was huffing one minute and grunting the next. It was the only sound in the room, along with sucking and smacking sound Nami was making as she continued to blow him.

His toes were curling against the carpeted floor. Zoro ran his hand through his hair to prevent them from grabbing her head so he could fuck her mouth harder, faster.

His breath caught in his throat when Nami released him from her mouth with a soft pop. She blinked up at him with a seductive smile was on her face.

Zoro was panting heavily as he returned her gaze.

She opened her mouth slightly to run her tongue slowly against her lower lip.

Holy shit. She keeps bumping his list on the most sensual things he had seen in his whole damn life.

Nami suddenly stood up, eyes still locked on his.

"I like how you look right now," she breathed. "So hot and heavy and needy for me." She unbuttoned her shorts. Slowly, painstakingly she pulled it down, enjoying the way he was watching her.

She threw them aside but Zoro barely paid any attention to it. How can he look anywhere else when he just realized that Nami wasn't wearing anything underneath it as well.

She climbed on his lap again, smirking down on him as her hand wrapped around his now throbbing cock.

"You're so fucking hard Zoro. You'll feel so good inside me."

That was his only warning. That and the hurried way she slid the tip of cock on her slit before lowering herself down on his length, taking him all in without any resistance at all.

Fuck she was so wet and ready for him.

Nami threw her head back when he filled her, a throaty moan escaping her lips. Zoro in turn let out a curse, hands grabbing at her waist for leverage, his head reeling from the delicious sensation of suddenly filling her.

"Damn Nami you're so wet I just slid right inside you," he rasped.

"Ah Zoro…" she gasped when he started to bounce her up and down his hardness, not waiting for her to move. He'd been patient for so long—letting her tease him, letting her set the pace and do whatever she wanted.

He won't wait anymore.

Her pussy greedily sucked him in every time he pushed back inside her. Her moans filled the room this time, louder than the grunts and huffs from him when she had him inside her mouth.

She was calling out his name at his every thrust. Her nails were clawing at his shoulders, at his arm but he paid it no mind. She can leave her fingernails marks all over him and he wouldn't give a damn.

Zoro picked up his pace and he started pounding into her harder, determined bring her to edge without relinquishing the control he now has. Without letting her ride him like she initially intended because she likes being in control.

She can do it some other time. Like probably later.

Nami's head was thrown back, mouth open as she continued moaning his name as he fucked her relentlessly. His fingers were digging deep into the skin of her waist, holding her in place as he watched his cock disappear again and again inside her.

"Zorooo…" she cried out when his arm went around her so he can pull her closer to him and push himself deeper into her. His mouth automatically latched on her breast, swirling his tongue around her nipple before sucking on it.

He felt her walls clenched around him at the addition of a new sensation. It sent pleasure shooting up his spine and he groaned her name.

Nami desperately hang onto him, arms locking around his neck as she whimpered. "So close Zoro."

"Yeah?"

"Y-yes!"

"Then come for me Nami." He edged her on as he continued to rock into her. "Go on."

"Yes, yes!" She moaned loudly, her grip on him tightening. One of her hands grabbed at his hair. "Zoro! I'm… ooooooh… oooh!"

And she come undone, her walls gripping him so tight, stars exploded behind his eye. She came so powerfully, so deliciously that he followed instantly, her name falling from his lips as he filled her.

"Nami…!"

"Uuuhm Zoro…."

They both slumped down the couch boneless and spent yet satisfied. Their bodies were still trembling at the aftermath of a damn good sex.

Catching their breaths they stared at each other, a tired smile tugging at their lips.

Nami giggled tiredly. "I can't feel my legs." She whispered voice still hoarse as she nuzzled her nose against his cheek.

Zoro stared at her amusedly. "You barely did any work."

"Shut up."

He wrapped his arms around her, drawing her close to him. She buried her face at the crook of his neck as he planted a soft kiss on her temple.

Nami lifted her head to look at him again.

"You still haven't properly kissed me you know."

Zoro raised an eyebrow at her then chuckled at her complaint. He still hasn't, had he? They just went right into it without engaging in any liplock.

They really have a knack for some rather weird foreplays.

"Right. My mistake." He tilted her chin with his finger so he can capture her lips in a leisurely kiss.

Even exhausted, she was able to return it eagerly. She ran a hand through his hair, her fingers massaging his scalp lightly, relaxing him.

It was her way of making up for pulling at his hair earlier while in the throes of bliss.

They continued exchanging light, lazy kisses. Zoro shifted slightly so he can slip out of her, earning a disappointed groan from Nami.

He laughed. "Don't worry Nami," he pressed a kiss on her lips again. "I'll fill you up again later." He promised with a nip on her lower lip.

Nami rolled her eyes at him. "Never doubted that," she said flippantly. "Just make sure you keep your word."

"Tch! So demanding."

She smiled sweetly at him even as she pinched his side.

"Ouch!"

Zoro playfully threw her down the couch and she yelped at the sudden brash movement.

"The hell Zoro! What was that for?!"

"For being cheeky," he answered before lying down beside her, his arm wrapping around her waist to keep her from falling. His hand rubbing soothing circles her back and Nami sighed in bliss and contentment as she relaxed.

"Let's just do your grocery run tomorrow." Zoro suggested, kissing the top of her head. "We'll probably won't be able to make it anyway."

"Aaw! You're voluntarily coming with me?" Nami beamed a smile at him. "That's just sweet."

"Don't make me change my mind."

"No, no," Nami hooked a leg on his hip to draw him closer to her, even if they were practically glued together. "Come with me." She batted her eyelashes at him. "I need a pack-mule."

"That's convincing."

Nami laughed, stealing a peck from his lips. "Thanks in advance." She gave him that particular smile that he was secretly fond of since the moment he saw it years ago when they were still young and troublesome teenagers.

That was all he needed.

He kissed the top of her head again. "We'll go first thing in the morning."

Nami snickered. "First thing in the morning should be wake up sex Zoro. Not groceries."

– The End –

R and R please.