I don't believe in no fairy tales...
I don't believe in the man in the moon...
And no pot of gold or anything else...
Is waiting at the rainbow's end...
I got no illusions now, I guess I lost them long ago...
You're not gonna get me with this, cause I already know...
Baby there's no such thing, Baby it just ain't true...
And there's no such thing as safe sex...
When it comes to loving you...
-Safe Sex, Jim Steinman
1.
Nami was feeling a spark creeping from deep inside her and she hated it.
She wouldn't negate that there was an unspoken, invisible and thick tension between her and the green haired swordsman and she had the feeling he could sense it as well. A dangerous spark that when running uncheck could mean the end to her, to her plans, to her friends… if she allowed herself to call them that.
The click was as sudden as it was hard to notice at first. She first notice it back in orange town when she was back to back with him, there was palpable battle chemistry between the two. She let it slide that time. She had felt that spark with other people before. Endless wave of charming men would approach her in random bars, praising her head-turning beauty, talking about her deep blue eyes as gorgeous as the ocean itself and complementing her sculpted-by-the-gods figure. Doing everything in their power to try to win a smile, a kiss, a night with her. Nami would play along, just enough to get what she wanted, what she needed to get more close to her goal. But there were rare occasion in which she would indulge herself with the company of a man, or woman, that she would judge was lucky enough, a person that would make her feel that spark, a spark that she would let run rampant into becoming a blistering fire to help her warm the night inside a cold and dark room…
The problem was, the man who was making her feel that spark now was nothing like that. Not a single complement had come up of his constantly sealed lips, no scanning glares at her body had driven his stoic eyes. She didn't felt a single amount of lust in that man's attitude towards her… and yet, he somehow didn't need it to make her feel… like she didn't allow herself to feel, ever. It wasn't like Nami was trying, she didn't need to try, ever. Men would drop at her feet at soon as she looked at them. She wasn't giving him any signals or any of that… and somehow Nami didn't need to do it to know Zoro was feeling the exact same way as her.
Being at the one of the outside tables of the fancy fish-shaped restaurant, Nami felt a cold breeze hit her in the back of her head, rustling her orange hair with care. Is a calm breeze, with no sign of incoming rain or a harder wind, but is cold nonetheless. She shivers at the feeling and turns her attention to Zoro, putting down his empty glass in the middle of the table between them alongside the other two glasses and a half-full bottle just by them, accompanying the three huge empty mugs of beer –two of which she drank all by herself. They had agree to spend the time like that and that was just what she needed to fight the cold… and to fight the damn spark.
Her eyes drifted far beyond Zoro, more specifically, to the coat-wearing idiot behind him.
"He does have a… certain grace about him" Nami comments as she watches and tries to comprehend the scene in front of her: The resident liar of the crew and so called marksman and occasionally captain, flopping around at the moving pace of the music of the bar "Like a frantic, uncoordinated-…"
"Sea Slug" Zoro finished for her. His eyes not meeting hers, resting with arms crossed at the other side of their small table between them, like a wall that separates the two.
"That's it", Nami agrees, nodding. "That's what he's like"
Nami was proud of her high alcohol tolerance, she could and will outdrink anyone who dare test her skills, but one certain thing was that Usopp didn't have that same tolerance as her or the same tolerance as a normal person would… she didn't even remember him drinking that much…
"Look at him. Like he doesn't have a care in the world." She finishes trying to hold back a small smile, she wouldn't negate that the situation amused her.
But she also notices that Zoro now has his eyes on her. And the next question coming from him takes her by surprise.
"What are you carrying around that's so heavy?" he asks… so casually with his arms still crossed, eyes looking directly at hers.
Shit.
He must had caught the tone of her voice in her last words. A bit or resentment, envy. Envy of how carefree Usopp looked at his badly attempt of dancing and how Nami very deep down would love to be just as carefree as him in the moment.
The surprise comes not from the question itself, but by how -slowly but surely- the swordsman had begun to understand her bit by bit over the last few weeks together. Being around such a fun-loving and carefree group had allowed her to be less hard, less concentrated, she had allowed herself to be… open, no… vulnerable, and that vulnerability had made her make a mistake early…
I can't get caught. Not when I'm so close…
…and the green haired man seem to have taken note of it.
Fuck.
She need to be more careful from now on. Any mistake could cost her. She can't be allowing herself to be so easily disarmed. No matter how that man made her feel…
She plays defensive, sarcastically. She needs to, Zoro is starting to understand her and that cannot be.
"You have no idea."
"I bet I do." He really doesn't, but he feels so sure about it, Nami can sense it in her voice… his damn voice…
But if you only knew…, she wants to tell him. Fuck! She wants to tell them all! Tell them about Arlong, about the money, about her village, about the darkness that clouds her dream… but she can't and she never will.
She sees him think of his next words. Nami feels like that must be a first.
He continues "I bet I know more about you than you know about me." Nami wants to smile, she feels her lips turning into one at the sheer confidence in this man and his words, talking like he really believes them. Nami wants to believe them, she really does. The spark wants her to believe his words. He maybe does believe them, he would be dumb enough to… and that amuses her. Nami feels his eyes on her and she notices the subtle intensity in them. She realizes that intensity has always been there, it's just that before it was a dangerous and scary… now it was luring.
Was he also intense for other things?
She notices the air changes, the cold is still there, but she can feel something else in it, something… intriguing, and something that gets her attention. Roronoa Zoro has something in mind.
"Yeah, right. You're an open book." she retorts. Enough of a dare to make him jump to his next step. Nami is a navigator, she knows how to sail the sea and a conversation.
"Care to prove it?" It worked. He leans in, pushes the three shot glasses together and takes the bottle "I guess something about you, you drink…" He fills the glasses with rum as he talks, Nami briefly looks at his eyes before looking back down to the table "You guess something about me, I drink."
The confidence of his words also adorns his face, he's really sure about this. But Nami is no dumb, she knows he doesn't have a fucking clue about her or her past. This is nothing but a glorified interrogation disguised as a drinking game. This whole thing is clearly something that Zoro has been planning for a while… Nami can see it… and is interested. She actually feels flattered that he would put such effort into knowing more about her… or maybe is something more growing inside of her chest.
This could end so badly, she thinks, and she's right. As much as the now more intense spark in her belly tells her to do it, she can't do it. A slip up after a tense moment is one thing, is a mistake beyond her control. But this? This is something completely different, this is Nami willingly opening herself to someone else.
This could indeed end so badly…
Nami had one rule: no bonds.
It had been her one rule since she started going out of Coco Village and began her thieving career in the waters of East Blue. Everything was a means to an end with her. Every person she robbed from, every person she talked to, every person she seduced into doing her will, every person she knocked out unconscious, every person she fucked, every person she partnered for a short period of time only to eventually leave then with nothing, all of that was a means to an end. All of that was for the good of the people who despised her guts and wanted to see her dead. It was a toll, a heavy one. But it was something she had to endure alone.
Alone.
She had been alone since a kid, since Arlong came, since she came up with the plan to save her village, since she joined his crew… everything have to be done alone, it was a necessity. If she dared bond with someone, if she dared ask for help… those people would be in danger. This was her mission and her mission alone.
Bonds were the goal killer. Bonds are dangerous, bonds are weakness, bonds get you distracted, bonds get you killed, and bonds get the people you care killed.
If he only knew…
She tilts her head and leans onto her legs. She can feel the spark growing in synch with tension between the two… and she likes it.
"Go ahead. Tell me all about myself."
He answers almost immediately, like if he already has an idea of who she is.
"I bet you grew up in a big city, running schemes, hanging out in swanky bars like this one."
The answer only confirms her suspicions about this so called game of his and she just wants to laugh.
"You must be thirsty" she lets a cocky tone out. Teasing.
"Are you saying I'm wrong?"
Yes.
She readies herself to correct him, takes a deep mental breath for what she's about to do, but a deal was a deal.
"I grew up in a small village. Barely a village. Just a handful of houses in the center of a tangerine grove." She gulps when she finishes, hoping it wasn't noticeable. Zoro has his eyes fixed on her, paying attention to her words. How considerate of him, even if it is just to get info out of her, she can't help but feel listened "Drink."
The rum disappears in Zoro's mouth in an instant. He puts the glass down again and crosses his arms, a posture Nami thinks must physically hurt him not being in. His moaning after the liquid goes down his throat makes her feel… funny. She wonders how that sound might be heard up close…
"Your turn" He says, her mind smacking into reality.
"Okay. But I had you read all the back in Orange Town" she teases and he rolls his eyes, her first official move of the night "I'll bet you didn't have any friends as a kid."
"I had friends." His rapid response tells her all she needs to know.
"Swords don't count" she jokes and she sees the smile forming in his lips… before slowly disappearing.
"I had one friend." He admits, his gaze moves from nothing to her face and Nami can see in his eyes how painful it is for him. A bad memory. She fells badly for thinking days ago he was incapable of feeling things. That he was nothing more than a cold blooded killer who cared about nothing in an effort to distance herself from her heated urges and thoughts about him. Now, reality hit her, he also was carrying a lot. It made sense. Only one friend, the possessiveness over the white sword, his determination to be the best swordsman no matter what, his will driving him forward… Suddenly it all made sense… suddenly they weren't so different.
What are you carrying around that's so heavy?
She wants to apologize, for both his loss and for her wrong opinion about him, but she doesn't, she doesn't want to spoil the mood, she doesn't want to look weak, but she can still silently support him in her own way.
"Hell, one more than I had" she looks down at the twin full glasses, before looking at Zoro again. They connect their eyes in an unspoken understating "Drink." She adds and both reach for their respective glasses. Nami feels one if his fingers briefly rubbing against one of his and the tension between them made its presence noticeable again.
The game continues for a while, it could be minutes, it could be hours and Nami wouldn't have noticed. They take turns in both their questions and to fill the rum again. The half empty bottle is replaced with a new one, and that one with another. Usopp has long disappeared in the background, or maybe he's still there but Nami doesn't notice him or cares to. Right now there's only her, Zoro, the rum and the game.
She makes him talk about his journeys, his hunts. Turns out, the mighty Pirate Hunter is only a pirate hunter because he got lost in his way back to his village and needed to eat and killing pirates was the only job he could maintain. He tells her about his dumb bounty hunter friends Johnny and Josaku and how they would be his guide in the sea despite being just a tiny bit brighter than him, up until the moment he got lost again and hasn't found them since.
Nami laughs, a sincere laugh like she hasn't let out in a very long time. The alcohol is nowhere near close to actually affect her but she feels dizzy, relaxed and light nonetheless.
This is dangerous territory.
She doesn't care.
He makes her talk about her maps and her dream of making the map of the world. He doesn't laugh, he takes it seriously, just like Luffy does. No wonder why they got along so quick, all of them are big dreamers.
The night gets darker, the Baratie never closes, restaurant politics about always being ready to feed whoever needs it.
The guesses become more daring as the fourth bottle arrives in their table.
Nami makes him confess if he has kissed a girl, another move on her part. His answer is sincere: he has.
Zoro makes her confess if she has being with a man before, Nami laughs, he's totally into the game now and she tells him the truth.
"Imagine the reaction of those poor bastards when they wake up with nothing, not even clothes." His comment has a clear hidden meaning. Nami knows he also can feel that fucking spark and is acting accordingly.
You can still stop.
She doesn't, she encourages it.
"I don't think they would mind. Whatever is at stealing or at something else, I'm very good in what I do."
That was a clear as day hint, even he wouldn't miss it.
"Could you blame them?" Nami blushes, he's openly flirting back. She has him.
The heat between her legs tells her is time to drop the game and be direct, she was gonna have him tonight.
She fills the glasses and leans on her back with one in hand, one leg crossed over the other, making sure he has a very good look at them, and to her delight he noticed and that was all she needed to move forward with her final push. She gave him a teasing grin and returned the favor by scanning him from head to toe. His strong features, his hard eyes, his broad chest and shoulders barely contained in his shirt…
Zoro returned the grin at her as soon as he noticed Nami's gaze in him. There was electricity in the air. Nami felt sweat in the side of her face, hidden in under her orange bangs. Long gone was the cold breeze, instead replaced with a suffocating heat between the two.
The spark wasn't a spark anymore, it was a flame. They were playing with fire now.
"I bet… I bet you do like what you see."
Nami takes a moment to process. She remembers their first time together in a boat, after Shells Town.
"Don't like what you see? Look away."
Nami bites her lips.
She makes the rum disappear in her mouth, a silent confirmation with a cheeky smile on her lips as she put the little glass in the table, not even bothering to refill it. Her back arched when she leaned in the seat, enhancing her chest and pushing her breast to the front, the tight shirt and the cleavage certainly helped.
This is a bad idea.
Maybe, but she could do what she always does: get what she wants and disappear in the morning. Crossing the line be fucked.
You are acting like a teenager, letting your lust cloud your mind…
Maybe, but she was too far gone to fucking care.
You cross that line and you will face the consequences…
Crossing this line was indeed the last straw, but once the two stumble into Nami's room on the Going Merry and hit the bed, there was no going back, she will have to leave.
You take him to bed and you will never leave, you are fooling yourself…
She doubt it. She had never stayed after sex before, it would be just like every other time.
Is but a whim…
Damn right.
"Your turn." He says with a clear tone of challenge in his voice, he fully knows what's is going on, what is about to happen, what she wants and Nami knows he's fully in and just needs to be sure.
Alright then.
"I bet you want to fuck me." Nami's voice is a purr, low and seductive, the time for games was over.
Zoro's expression doesn't change, every other man would be chocking on his own air, but not him.
She likes that.
Zoro takes the last glass and drinks it, a silent confirmation. His eyes fixated on Nami's, fire, lust and desire pouring out of them.
This is a mistake…
Fuck that.
She gives him a sultry smirk as she gets up from her seat. Her eyes never leave him just as his never leave hers. She gets closer and closer until she's basically breathing in his ear.
"Care to prove it?" she whispers to him, throwing his own words back at him. The electricity between them is off the charts, ready to overload and explode. Her heart is pounding in her chest, her face must be red from all the blood running like crazy in her veins and the heat between her legs is burning, just like the flame inside her that wasn't a flame anymore, it was a now a fucking wildfire.
Zoro doesn't answer, but he doesn't need to. Nami just takes his arm by the wrist, her fingers barely closing around it and guides him to the ship, away from the table, away from the rum... and away from the games.
2.
Not soon after Nami's boots landed on the deck of the Going Merry –literally a second or two- she shifted her weight to spin around in her hells and basically throwing herself at Zoro. Her hands griping the collar of his shirt –or whatever that thing was called- and pulling him down to capture his lips with hers. He was way taller that her, maybe a head or so, so she had to use more strength to actually move him down. Their lips clashed in ravenous motions, almost like if they wanted to devour the other.
Zoro kneeled a down and took her by her exposed thighs and, with mighty strength, he hoisted her up, her long legs immediately surrounding his hips for support. She let out a squeal and a giggle at the sudden lack of floor at her feet. Zoro made it look so easily. Nami had noted his inhuman strength before in Shells Town, the time he took that very heavy safe over his shoulders like if it was a sack of potatoes. She imagined about how rough he could be and wondered if he would be strong enough to literally break her.
She wanted him to break her.
Nami felt her weight unbalance when Zoro started to walk, the dizziness of the alcohol and the lustful desperation full affecting them both. It wasn't long before she felt her back hit against something hard for a second, only for that hardness to disappear as she heard the sound of something metallic breaking, followed by the creaking of a door opening.
She made a mental note to come up with an excuse to justify the broken door to Luffy and Usopp.
Maybe he would get to break me after all.
Her back clashed against another solid surface, a wall most likely, she doubted another door could handle them.
The kiss became more fervidly as Zoro pushed himself harder against her. His body -much larger than hers- pressing her hard against the wooded walls of the ships. She grinded against his crotch and Nami felt the hard bump inside his pants rubbing against the fabric of her panties. She felt instant warm as her wetness intensified at the sensation of the rock hard member teasing her. She couldn't wait to taste it.
"Mmmmmfh…" Nami mewled through her nostrils, her nose clashing against his as she looked for the right angle to keep the savage kiss going. Their tongues were fighting for supremacy, both giving it all to be the one calling the shots, dancing around each other at equal pace trying to find the right rhythm to finally get to understand each other and move in synchronized motions.
A very accurate analogy of their relationship.
Nami felt Zoro's fingers play with the edge of her pink shirt, a very cute piece of clothing that was just sexy enough. She shivered as his knuckles rubbed against her skin as he pulled the shirt upwards, freeing her breasts up to the world to see. Nami stopped him subtly before he could take it all fully by sliding a hand behind his head and breaking the kiss so she could press his face against her round tits. She didn't wanted him to see what that pink garment was hiding. She wasn't ready to show the mark of the darkness that was always hanging above her. Zoro wasted no time and quickly accepted the offer, latching onto the hard and pink nipple, sucking and licking it, playing in circular motions in the sensitive surface. Nami could swore on her mother's grave that she also felt his tongue spelling his own name in it, licking the bump forming letter on top of letter.
Their hands caressed the other's body with vibrant fervor, no single inch of skin left untouched. Zoro squeezed one of her breast, his finger applying just the right amount of pressure for it to be enjoyable. She wrestle with the blue shirt, moving pieces and layers of fabric but not being able to find a way to get it off. Zoro noted her efforts and stopped ravishing her tits to lower her and lay her a helping hand. She took away the red haramaki at the same time her feet touched the floor. Together they got rid of the other annoying piece of clothing, exposing Zoro's broad torso to her. He was wide, her muscles well defined and firm. Nami caressed them with the tip of her fingers, running her digits over every place of flesh she could. She giggled and bite her lower lip. Looking at his deep brown eyes, she saw that there was pure lust in them, they were hungry and animalistic and Nami was more than ready to feed him.
"Pull your cock out." She demanded, just because she desired him didn't mean he would got to call the shots. Her hands moved down her skirt, locking her trebling and anxious fingers in the edge of her panties and pulling them down, the wetness of it rubbing against her thighs. She saw Zoro fought the belt keeping his pants in place and Nami just got on her knees and yanked them down with force.
There was a loud snapping sound of leather breaking in two and with one pull, his pants went down. His cock spawned free, fully erect and oozing precum from the tip making it look exquisite. Nami's eyes widened at the massive size of it. It's length, the thickness, the girth. She loudly gasped when her eyes landed on it, right in front of them. She heard Zoro chuckle under his breath, clearly enjoying her reaction.
"Left you speechless?" He asked, cocking smile on his lips.
Nami took one look at him and then to his member again, the head was well defined and the drop of precum making its way down his shaft gave it a welcoming invite, almost with a winking eye. If the swordsman thinks she will be intimidated by a big cock, he was very mistaken.
"You wish." She engulfed it fully, making its way more than half way down. She felt the thickness spread her mouth wide open, her tongue moving and getting to busyness despite the little room left to work. Her hands clawed his hips, keeping him in place as her tongue traced around him like the stripes on a candy cane. Nami was breathing hard through her nose, hands holding onto his hips again, and bit by bit, she coaxed more of him into her mouth and down her throat, until he could feel her nose tickling at the very base, her rapid breathing making his skin tingle.
"Fuck." His voice was breathless and Nami wanted to laugh, she was barely starting.
Her mouth never once stopped moving as she bobbed back and forth, her lips tightly wrapped around his shaft for just the right amount of suction, setting a comfortable pace for her and an agonizingly slow one for him. She was her toy now, and took good care of her toys, but as every other toy, she was more than happy to play with him. Nami knew Zoro could only look at her with mesmerizing eyes as she had her way with him, watching her slip him almost fully out of her mouth to lavish his head with sloppy, wet kisses, and then changing pace in an instant and swallowing him fully back down her throat and making him gasp. The entire time she held him in her mouth, her tongue never once stopped moving, tracing shapes, sliding along the ridge of his head and flicking over the tip. At one point, she decided to return the favor and she traced out her name along his length with the tip of her tongue. She looked up at him and winked as she was sure he felt the distinct heart shape over where the 'i' would have been.
Nami suddenly felt a strong grip at both sides of her head, fingers slipping in her silky hair. The man in front of her was gasping for air, holding to dear life as she gave him the best blowjob he will ever receive. Nami knew how good she was, sometimes her mouth skills were more than enough to satisfy a man or woman and leaving them feeling like dying. Zoro was clearly not that easy to please and judging by the how the hold in her head increased in strength, he was also barely warming up. Nami was felt the heat between her legs intensify, thinking about how as much as she was loving sucking him up, she couldn't wait to have him deep inside her. She popped him out of her mouth, his length slick and shiny with long drops of saliva falling to the floor, she passed her tongue from the base to the head, collecting every bit she could before spitting it again on his shaft. Her hand moved to it, fingers closing around the thick meat and jacking it off with fast motions. The grunts coming from him were music to her ears, she put special attention on the beautifully shaped cockhead, rubbing it in circular movements with the palm of her hand, making him squeal like a pig. She moved closer to plant a kiss on the tip before opening her mouth again and continuing, but just when she was about to swallow him whole the strong hold at her sides became harder… and then he forced his cock down her throat with such force that she hit her head on the wall behind her, leaving her in a brief, confused haze at what was happening before he began face-fucking her in earnest.
Nami choked with the cock, gagging and squirming at the sudden intensity. Her eyes went to the back of her head and she could barely move any air at all to her lungs. It was savage, careless, brutal… and Nami loved every second of it. Her arms moved on her own, surrounding the hips of the swordsman and hugging him tightly to keep the massive prick inside her mouth as much as she could. Her tongue did everything in its power to lavish his length and an equal fast pace. Her pussy was burning, molten heat courtesy of the intensity she knew this man was capable of.
A pain appeared in her scalp, the ache of hair being pulled. She barely had time to react before Zoro yanked her up by her hair and turned her around to throw her face first against the wall, pining her in place. She felt her skirt being lifted and his hands at her butt, rubbing his palms on the smooth surface of her cheek before his fingers began bruising her skin and spreading her, cold air hitting her wet and heated pussy lips.
"Be more gentle, you bru… -"
It was all she managed to say before she felt her insides fill suddenly. Zoro's massive member easily sliding in thanks to the spit and her wetness. Her pussy contracted at the sudden penetration and her tightness increased tenfold.
It was heavenly.
"Oh fuck…" she was panting, fighting for air with heavy breathing. Now it was her time to suffer. She let out a high pitched gasp that trailed into a groan when the cock inside her pulled out just enough before forcing its way back in full force. Her body shuddered at the sensation, the force making her forehead lay against the wooden wall in front of her "Ohhh fuck."
"Gentle? It seems to me that you like it rough." He said to her ear, the smell of rum was heavy in his breath and she could pick up the woodsy notes as he used both hands to spread her before thrusting his cock into her at a speed that was agonizingly, torturously slow. "God… Y-You're really tight…" Zoro said with a grin. Nami managed to turn her head and crack a grin back, hearing the shakiness in his voice, biting her lip at how his hands moved to possessively grip onto her hips and lower back.
"Maybe you are just too big." She throw back at him.
Zoro chuckled, and the way the chuckles reverberated into her frame made her silently gasp. Wordlessly, he began to move; slowly, he rocked his hips back before snapping them forward, earning mewls from Nami. He kept going, her inherent arousal making her more than wet enough to make the process even easier than it should have been.
"Too big, huh?" the swordsman said as he kept moving. His words wisped up against her cheeks as she pressed her forehead against the wood. "We'll see if that opinion changes in a few minutes."
It would only take a few more strokes.
She decided that she would let him call the shots this one time. Just this one.
Nami bit down on her lip as the slow pumping turned into heavy, powerful thrusts that jarred her with every motion, jostling her tits and straining her knees. Every inch of him burning every inch of her. Pleasure in the form of lightning running up and down in her nerves. Her legs were missing strength and it was getting harder for her to stay standing, with his powerful upright spearing being the only thing keeping her in two legs. His massive weight was pushing her against the wall more and more, her tits cramped between the man railing her from behind and the wood of the corridor that led to her room, trapping her as his motions began to speed up, wet noises filling the cramped space with the aroma of their sweat and fluids.
Her room…
As much as she was enjoying the delicious assault on her cunt, Nami knew she had to move the action somewhere else. She tried to free herself but he began to move faster as a response, making Nami's chest tighten every time his cockhead hit that spot deep inside her. He was right: he wasn't too big, he was the perfect size for her. Zoro griped her chin with one hand and forced her head to the side, capturing her lips with a savage kiss, tongues once again dancing and fighting. They swapped spit as she moaned straight into his throat, her pussy gripping him for all he was worth. She loved swallowing his grunts of effort, loved feeling that cock of his throb inside of her as she sucked him deeper into her with every thrust.
All of a sudden, Nami came. She squealed against his mouth as all her limbs shake in pleasure, waves of heat and bliss searing through her nerves like liquid fire. She ripped her mouth from his as she gulped in air, choking on her breaths as the pleasure made her toes curl in on themselves inside her boots and made her nails entrench themselves into the wood in front of her.
Zoro let her have her moment, but it was only a moment; before Nami's orgasm tapered out completely, he began to thrust again, this time making each inward roll of his hips stronger, harder. She squealed with every throw of his hips, protesting with whispering pleads. But the swordsman didn't relent. She felt the throbs of his cock only grow more persistent, heard his groans more frequently right against her ear.
He began to fuck her in earnest now, using almost his entire weight to pound the thief deeper against the wall.
The sound of their sex began to clap loudly in the corridor, fleshy echoes trumped only by Nami's squeals. Every forward drive of his hips made her see spots, spots that turned into stars when an orgasm would suddenly rend her waking mind useless.
"Y-Yes!" she whined, panting into the wooden surface in her front as she pressed onto it for dear life. "More, please, more…!"
Zoro obliged immediately, driving into her like a man possessed, grunting as he kept forcing his cock into her balls-deep, and the head of his prick kissing her cervix with every thrust. Faster, faster, and faster still, the swordsman fucked Nami into the wall, her abdomen slamming into it with every buck of his hips. She pressed tighter and tighter, her climax beginning to seamlessly build into another, the sensation of being filled so intensely alighting her skin on fire.
Faster, and faster, Zoro's thrusts grew desperate. He wrapped his burly arms around her now, squeezing her lithe frame tightly, pressing her sweaty skin against his as they became one. She was completely lost in the barrage of sensations, the sounds, and the touch. His groans against her ear, so desperate, so wanting, they made Nami's chest tighten. She never knew she could feel so desired, and that final sensation was what made her reach her second climax of the day and the second in less than five minutes.
This man was a beast.
She was gonna enjoy this so much.
Zoro finally, finally gave her a moment to compose herself, pulling her cock out with her juices spilling on the Merry's floor, she needed to take advantage of it… it was a shame she barely could even talk.
"B-be… be… Bed…" She finally manage to spell out. Her throat was sore and she realized she was actually screaming and moaning the whole time the relentless pounding took place.
"Bed?" His voice was almost a crack "Right. We don't want anyone to know. But with those screams of yours, the whole restaurant may already." His lack of breath didn't affect his ability to tease her.
But she had to admit that the idea of the entire Baratie (including Luffy and Usopp) could heard her having a passionate night of shameless sex was… appealing.
But that was a fantasy for another day.
She fought tiredness of her legs and lifted the one where her panties still were, catching it with her hand at the same time the other pulled Zoro by his still hard cock in route to her room.
3.
Nami's room in the going Merry was originally made for the previous owner of the ship and it was big as her entire house in Coco Village –which was a very small house, if she was being honest-, which made her almost laugh when Kaya showed it to her before they left the docks at Syrup Village and innocently commented how small the room was but she hoped Nami wouldn't mind the cramped space. She didn't, in fact, for Nami that room was a fucking palace. It was beautifully crafted with fancy designs -fancy for her at least- reminiscent of Kaya's big mansion: same colors, same arqutecture, large empty bookshelf and drawers that no matter what she put on them they never filled, and a small table where she kept a bottle of rum that right now was only half full. But the best part was the bed: a soft a mattress, silk sheets, cotton-filled pillows and also the fact it dangled from the celling by four ropes wrapped in every corner of it, perfectly rising it above normal bed height. Nami had to actually make a small jump to get on it every night, but the combination of all those things gave it the feeling of sleeping of the most comfortable hammock in the world.
Long were gone the days of sleeping in crappy bug-infested hotels, abandoned houses, boats floating at sea or empty alleys in the company of rats clutching to her recently stolen bag of gold. For Kaya maybe it wasn't much, but for Nami it was the world, and this night she was gonna test how much those ropes could handle.
She dropped on her back on the soft surface legs dangling at the edge of the bed gazing at a fully naked Zoro, his pants laying at the entrance alongside his boots and shirt. Nami's skirt was also gone now and so were her boots, leaving only the pink shirt covering her secret as the only piece of garment between them. The swordsman towered above her, looking at her bare beauty with devouring eyes, that animalistic feeling in him she had grown to like over the course of the night showing again. His strong hands hold her by her ankles, spreading her legs wide. He was as hard as when he fucked her mouth, still coated in the mix of her pussy juices and saliva. She saw her own pussy lips, they were splayed open, shiny and ready for what was next.
Nami didn't wanted to wait anymore.
One stroke of his hip and he was balls-deep, filling her deeper than Nami had ever felt, even more than just mere moments ago in the hall. Her back arched off the dangling bed. She struggled to catch a breath before her entire frame was suddenly rocked by another hard shove of his hips, any sort of squirming protest mitigated by the sudden ironclad grip on her slender waist by his hands. Another thrust came, and another. Despite his hands not holding them in place anymore, Nami kept her legs separated, taking it all. It took only five more thrusts for Nami to cum, squirting sticky lust between her thighs.
And it only took those five more thrusts for Nami to realize the only thing she could do lying on that bed was to just take it.
Zoro gave it to her exactly as she wanted it: hard, fast, and rough. He didn't care that she was squealing, gasping for air in desperate hiccups after another orgasm. He just kept thrusting, his meat sliding into Nami's tightness with a force that shook her entire frame with every thrust.
Nami's hands gripped the edges of the bed, her ears barely hearing the squeaks of its ropes over the rough, wet slaps of her cunt being ravaged by the swordsman's raging desire. She lifted her head slightly, looking up at him through half-lidded lips, her mouth wide open, beads of sweat trickling down her face. He gazed at her through gritted teeth, the look in his eyes filled by a primal need. She clenched up at the sight of him, how his muscles bristled as he fucked her hard, watching as his cock slid into her, again, and again.
The dark and heated room filled with the loud, lewd slick wet noises of their copulation. Nami took a look at were both joined in pleasure and lust and she could see Zoro's large and thick cock smoothly going in and out of her flooded cunt, stretching her beyond belief. The moonlight bathing them gave his member a delicious glistering look. Her cream was covering it from base to head, clear colored drops appearing on the shaft as they merged together every time he pushed himself into her pussy and they rubbed against her lips clenching him.
She found her own hips shoving themselves into the swordsman's, desperate to take him in deeper and harder than he the pace he'd already set. Nami wanted more of him. Even as she marveled at how much he stretched her out, she knew he was holding back his punches. At this point, Nami didn't want to be fucked anymore, she wanted to be destroyed.
"I thought– ahh! -… I told you to prove it" She said, her voice in a challenging tone "Mmm… Do you want to fuck me or not?
The words had an instant effect as Zoro's face turned into a scowl.
He grunted, pausing his pace. There was nothing but the sound of their breaths, their panting only ramping up Nami's chest tightened at the look of him, this man with a build and frame that would make of most men and fishmen she knew jealous, glaring down at her like a beast about to devour its prey whole.
She almost didn't notice how he was repositioning himself, his meat still stuffed into her as he dropped on top of her, his wide frame concealing her between him and the bed, his weight pressing her more and more inside the moldable mattress. Nami wasted no time and wrapped her long legs around him, keeping him from moving an inch.
A moment later and he slammed into her. Nami choked out a gasp before felling the air from her lungs ripped away with another slam. He was deeper than before now, the subtle upwards curve of his cock spearing her in a spot that she'd never felt in her life. The edges of her lips curled in a delirious grin as the swordsman started to truly fuck her in earnest, the bed rocking at the force of his assault, every strike of his cockhead sparking stars to light up in her vision.
"D-Don't fucking stop, just keep pounding- Ahhh!"
She was actively moaning and screaming now, nails digging hard into Zoro's wide back, make him hiss in a mix of pain a pleasure. The world was on fire for her. She didn't give a fuck anymore, she didn't care if someone outside heard them, but she was confident that the ship's walls were thick enough to hide it. Everything seemed to be leading to this. Zoro and Nami being in the same town and meeting the same young pirate captain with a ridiculous dream. Both following that young man for a reason neither of them could explain. That young captain getting his own ship. Nami managing to get the only room in said ship, the ship that somehow made her feel like home. Nami trusted the Going Merry to house their secret forever, a silent witness to their lust and desire pouring out of their burning bodies.
Nami tightened her core, clenching around him while pulling him in deeper with her legs. He hissed.
"Is that it? I'm still waiting for you to prove it."
Their faces crashed together in a hungry kiss, wet smacks of their lips firing off another round of rough pounding. Nami squealed into his mouth as his hips jackhammered into hers, his manhood ramming into her with a force that made it hard to breathe. She wrapped her legs and her arms around him even tighter they already were, their sweaty skin grinding and colliding against each other in delicious friction.
Spit ran out of the corner of their conjoined mouths as the fucking continued, rougher and more desperate than ever before. The ropes on coming down from the celling squealed in protest above them but neither could hear it over the moist echoes of Nami's cunt being reamed inside out. Just as she asked, the swordsman didn't relent, didn't pause or rest. His pace was consistent and hard, Nami's thighs feeling almost sore at the constant pounding of his skin.
The fire inside her welled up again, and Nami came. She tore her lips from his and let out a breathless squeal, the desperate sounds from her throat sounding like sobs as her entire body clenched. Still, Zoro kept fucking her. The sensation of his girth stuffing her through the orgasm only made it longer. At this point Nami's head hung off the edge of the somehow as the man above her shoved his nose into her neck, his tongue hungrily licking her skin, breathing her in deep as he pounded her into oblivion.
It was a miracle that the ropes didn't snap.
Now Nami felt like taking the reins. With a swift move and a dose of adrenaline, she managed to move Zoro so he was the one laying on his back now. She made a daring and dangerous decision in moment of pure lust-clouded mind, Nami moved her fingers to the edge of her still-put shirt and lifted it all the way up her head, throwing it at her back. Fuck this thing, she thought. He's now able to see her at full, tattoo included, no more unwanted shirts getting in the way. Nami feels exposed for a moment, Zoro's eyes move to her arm, to her sawfish tattoo, to her mark of shame… and he says nothing about it. Is almost like he doesn't recognize the symbol, who belongs to, what it means, what-…
"Cool tattoo." That's all he says, all.
"Yeah… pretty nice." Nami is in a silent surprise, he really doesn't know what it means…
Good, because she has better things to do that thinking about it.
Sitting up and straddling him, she shifted her position until her feet were flat on the bed on either side of his hips. Squatting may not be the most attractive position, but Zoro is in awe of her, unable to decide whether to stare at her face, her breasts, or between her legs, where her spread-open pinkness is a hair's breadth from where he needs her the most.
"Hands." Nami extends her to him, and they lock their fingers and gazes together as she lowers herself over him. "Hold onto me." All thoughts gone as his cock easily slides in.
Nami throws her head back, hair whipping through the air and the heat generated from their bodies. He's deep and snug, electrifying her from within. She feels Zoro squeezing her hands so tightly that her fingers begin to go numb, his breath ragged as his face flushes multiple shades of red. It's more than evident to Nami that the he may well be on his last legs.
With little chance to catch her breath, Nami throws all her remaining energy into giving him the ride of a lifetime. The muscles in her legs get a powerful workout, bouncing her up and down on his cock, pistoning him in and out and filling the air with wet, lewd noises.
Zoro does not disappoint her, lifting his hips to meet her with every motion. They're both slick where they're joined, but a delicious amount of friction remains. It's the fiction that is doing Zoro in swiftly - the friction with the wet sounds of their coupling - and Nami herself is nearly done in just watching him. His teeth sink into his bottom lip as his muscles tense, causing his large bicep to twitch - a sight for Nami's sore eyes. Even as he slowly begins to come apart, he matches Nami motion for motion, lifting his hips as she lowers hers, filling her deeply and stimulating every inch of her from within.
His hands squeeze hers with an almost crushing strength, and Nami watches him struggle to force his mouth open. "Oh, fuck." He's raspy, struggling to keep his voice even. "I'm, I'm -"
Nami is ready to end it all too. She turns around, giving him her back, legs dangling from the edge of the hanging bed between Zoro's. She desperately rises her hips above the red and swollen cock and in one single sit she speared herself on her now favorite toy. Volts of potent pleasure ran up her body arching her back in a perfect curve, the back of her neck pressing against Zoro's broad shoulders for support. She pushed her legs together for increase tightness, and with a deep breath, she began smacking her hips up and down against his pelvis with pure brute force, fucking him in earnest. Every bit of strength and might put into her wild, fast-paced and relentless motions making her body twist and shiver. Further down, at the juncture where her ass met his pelvis, the sheets were soaked and sticky, and she could feel her juices coating her thighs the more rapidly she moved. The wetness flowing her cunt increased tenfold, making the thick and large meat easily going in and out of her despite her inner walls vice grip around.
The loud and lewd sound of her the powerful smacks only made her heat and pace more intense, she was gasping for air, moaning and screaming like a bitch in heat at the delicious friction they ardent fucking created. She never once stopped moving, she put every inch on energy into her furious assault against Zoro's slick and burning cock and she picked the pace until she could hear Zoro's hisses converting into loud, clear, drawn-out and guttural moans.
"Nngh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
The combination of sounds only made her increase her wetness, and she could feel the effects on the swordsman too as his prick began to scorch her cunt, melting it from the inside. She caressed her own body, hands passing by her scalp, face, shoulders, tits and nipples, feeling how her own skin had grew nearly too hot to touch. Her tits swayed with every movement, rocking up and down her chest, hot and soft when Zoro touched them. His fingers easily sank into her skin with a fierce and possessive clutch, and she let out another whining cry when he turned his attention to her nipples, pinching them hard in perfect timing with the fervent assault she was delivering on his cock. Zoro had kept one of his strong hands in her hips for her own support up to that moment, but soon he moved it too in direction to her throbbing clit desperately screaming for attention, rubbing it in circular and frenzied motions, dragging out an impossible loud squeal out of her.
"Ghaaahhh! Zoro! Fuck! Fuck! Yes! Yes!" she screamed pass the sealing and into the heavens themselves. The sound of the wet clapping of flesh against flesh let their sentiments clear, there were nothing more than animals now, two wild beasts too drunk in lust and carnal desires to care about anything other than their savage matting, for them the world didn't exist anymore, the only thing that existed for them was pleasure, primal and animalistic pleasure.
The movements of both increased in an indescribable pace neither of them thought possible and Nami for a moment was afraid the ropes keeping the bed hanging could snap… before the jolts of red hot pleasure making her body shake as if she was being electrocuted made her forgot about it. Her back arched even more that it already was and she for a second believed it will break in two. Hot wetness was pouring out of Nami's heated pussy like a waterfall. The sounds coming out her open, gasping mouth as she reached her definitive climax weren't human anymore, but she made an extreme effort to let him know her wishes now despite barely being able to convey even the simplest words.
"Ghaa! P-please, Z-Zoro… I want nghaugh! -I n-need your cum! Please…! Cum inside!"
Zoro grunted out into Nami's ear as his girth pulsed in a violent expulsion of heat. It was the loudest mighty roar she had heard from him all night, something that sounded less like a man and more like a sex-crazed Demon. Nami came at the exact same time she felt the burst of heat spilling into womb as continued to writhe and flail above him. Rope after rope of spunk coated her inner heat, filling her with a sensation that made her mewl in deep satisfaction. In all truth, she'd never let anyone finish inside her before, and as she felt Zoro's orgasm continuing, she could only conclude that he had more than earn it.
Nami felt her strength leave her body as her muscles relaxed in the aftermath of her climax. She dropped motionless on top of Zoro, hot lungs gasping for air like if it was the last breath of her life. Her heart was a wild drum inside her chest, beating in rhythmic pace as it tried to control itself. Her limps were sore and tired, unable to move an inch. She couldn't see her own face, but she was absolutely sure it was burning red, eyes unfocused and drool coming out of her wide open mouth.
Nami felt Zoro's body shift beneath her, his cock pulling out of her overworked and overheated insides with a wet sound, releasing his cum from her spread wide and sore cunt, oozing down her pussy lips. Nami let a sound of complaint at the sudden emptiness but it was basically all she could do in her current state. To her surprise, Zoro moved his head close to her neck and planted a tender kiss on it. It was the first sign of any type of sweetness coming out of him since they stumbled into the Merry, hell, since she had gotten to know him. She nonetheless felt a warm in her chest, a childish feeling that she would soon have to bury deep down from where it came from. The swordsman carefully accommodated her in the bed, taking notice of her soar state.
The cold air had found her again since they were on the table in what it felt like an eternity ago, clashing against her overheated skin, making her tingle from head to toe. The weight shifted in the bed and she saw Zoro starting to get up and stumble his way to the bedside table were the almost empty bottle of rum was standing.
Another silent witness of their frenzied activities.
Nami conjured all her remanding strength to sit on the bed, wet sheets tangling in her legs as she moved. She got a glimpse at Zoro gulping down the bottle, disappearing a good chunk of it down his throat. He turned around and offered the bottle to Nami, the moonlight coming from the window making his sweaty and well defined body shine like a piece of diamond she wanted to have all for herself.
"I bet you are thirsty." He told her as he stretched his arm in her direction. The tone reminding her of their previous game of drinks. Nami thought if it would be possible for that to become their thing, their own little joke the other two idiots in the crew will not understand.
"I am." She accepted the bottle and just like him she swallowed the content inside like if it was the last drink she would ever had. It tasted like heaven in her mouth, warm making its journey down her body to fight the cold.
"I know is your turn." She heard him as she lowered the bottle "But I bet I proved it." He finished, his lips shining with a cocky smile.
She laughed, a genuine laugh. It was the second time that man had made her laugh in earnest during that night. She wanted to answered that yes, he more that proved it, she wanted to say how it was better than she expected it would be and how much she wanted more of it, but she instead just continued the game by flashing him a smile and drinking from the bottle again.
"We should probably go back." Zoro says.
Nami only grunts in complain. She doesn't want him to leave. Zoro is not far from her, so she moves closer and lays her head in his shoulders, trying to silently convince him to not move. "Do we? I really like this." She pouts like a child. He can only laugh slightly.
"Unfortunately. We don't know what Usopp might be capable of while drunk out of his mind." he pointed out as he stood up and put his pants in place. The pants Nami could not wait to rip off his body again when she gets the chance.
"Right. But to be fair, he's probably just sleeping on the floor somewhere." She moved to the edge of the bed, trying to find her shirt, she was sure she didn't toss it that far when she was in top of him but it was better to be sure. She didn't want to arrive to the bar with new clothes and smelling like sex, so quick shower was in order once her legs stopped wobbling.
Nami dragged her boots to the bed using her feet and she noted how Zoro was already dressed and ready to leave. She thought about stopping him, tearing those clothes apart and dragging him to bed again to fuck him until the sun raised in the horizon. But the distant mental sound of a laugh dragged her to reality once more.
Shahahahaha!
A little reminder… Of course…
"I will catch later." She said, hiding the subtle tone of dread her imagination just made her feel. Zoro nodded at her and was ready to walk out, but Nami stopped him "Wait!" He turned around and she offered him the bottle back "My turn. I bet I'm the best fuck you've ever had."
Zoro response was to take the bottle and drink the rest of the golden liquid in one sole swift. His eyes looked directly at hers before answering without an inch of doubt in his voice.
"You are damn right."
Nami felt her cheeks burn and her chest fill with pride. She bit her lips to contain the urge of jumping over him again and ride him until sunrise.
"Go now or I will never let you leave." She smiled at him and he smiled back, and just in a blink of an eye he was gone.
Nami was left alone in her dark chambers that made her feel safe, peaceful. This chambers felt like home to her, a lonely but warm place that she could consider hers.
Is not yours, you know it. It will never be yours.
A girl could dream.
Dreams are for fools, like Luffy and Usopp and your little swordsman.
Maybe she was a fool too. A fool who dreamed of drawing maps and travel with people who actually cared about her. People like her crew…
You crew is in Coco Village, waiting for you to return.
She could fix things. She could ask for help…
Bonds get the people you care about killed…
Maybe just a little longer…
You crossed the line, you know what you have to do and you have to do it now. You had your teenager fun, but if you stay beyond tomorrow, you will never leave and you know it…
What's so bad about that?
Your village will burn…
Just a little bit of time…
You don't have time.
"Fuck you." She told herself. Bitterness and self-hatred in her own voice coming from deep inside her heart. She was right and she hated it, she hated herself, her village hated her, her sister hated her and once she left this crew, they will hate her too…
Alone again, as always.
This is your mission, and your mission alone...
Well, at least with Zoro around, it will be fun while it lasts.
4.
Nami returns to the Baratie and sits in the exact same spot where she was before, Zoro is there too. How he managed to get there without getting lost? Who knows, just another mystery to the seas to solve. They act like nothing has happened between them, like he just wasn't deep inside her and like she wasn't screaming his name to the sky not so long ago. She doesn't mind, they have to keep it secret or it could add unnecessary drama to their situation. They joke around some more, now more comfortable than before and Nami can see Usopp approaching them with a wonky walk. Strange, a man by his side, a tall and handsome man wearing a very large and curious hat… and a big fucking sword in his back…
She looks at his deep and haunting yellow eyes, killer intent flood them, like the eyes of a hawk hunting a prey. Nami shivers, he has a dangerous aura about him…
Turns out, this man is looking for Luffy.
Deep inside she's scared beyond her mind, this man is different than Buggy or Kuro… there's something about him that makes her skin crawl in fear. She tries to play it cool, as she always does, hiding the terror in her voice.
"We don't know anyone named Luffy. Right, Zoro?" Nami doesn't fully registers what happened next. She just remembers looking at Zoro while his eyes were fixated on that man, there was something in those eyes that scared her. Nami sees him standing up as she calls his name. "Zoro?" Her voice almost cracks right there, letting a little spice of the fear she's feeling come to the outside. He's not listening to her.
Something is wrong.
Her ears hear the words Dracule Mihawk, duel to the death -she almost jumps out of her seat at that-, and tomorrow at dawn, but her mind cannot comprehend them, cannot understand them, doesn't want to understand them, because she knows what it means. Her eyes are wide open and her heart is racing in dread. Roronoa Zoro, the man who made her feel a sea of sensations nobody else had, the man who she more than likely was fucking in love with now… just signed his death sentence…
Everything was perfect just a moment ago, everything was fine. Her world felt brighter, shinier, hell, even happier. But now? Everything feels wrong, everything is burning around her. Her world is on fire. Nami feels hurt, her world feels like crumbling, crumbling right in front in her eyes…
She has a million things she wants to say but only one single question manages to leave her mouth in utter shock…
"What the hell did you just do…?"