RATING: M

WARNINGS: Sexually explicit content below!

Theme Songs: "Sundown" by Labrinth & "Sin Pijama" by Becky G and Natti Natasha

Zoro was hypersensitive right now. He always was but this was different. He took in the pink hue of her skin, the red undertone heightened by the furious blush. There were goosebumps everywhere his fingers found her, not from cold but from the sensations he was providing her. Her wild long hair found its way against his chest or in her face so depending on where they were, he pushed it back to see those pump swollen lips form that silent "o" until sounds passed through them once more. When he managed to work them into a position that allowed his lips to find hers, he could taste her tongue. Smoky flavor that heightened his desire to burn her out with every huffed breath.

His favorite were her eyes, dark and deep. Chocolate like the desert she had before they ended up here. They were wet with tears, the weak ones clung to her long mascara-laden lashes until she cried enough for the heavy droplets to fall anywhere, they pleased. He thought they would sizzle against the heat of their bodies. He imagined they did. He loved seeing her cry because it meant he was doing the most fantastic job. This was the first time her tears were of his doing and because of something that pleased her to such an unbearable extent. At first, she would try to hide her face under the warm light of his bedroom, but both in an attempt to keep herself stable as well as claw his skin as she called his name, her hands found him. For once, he was her anchor even when he let her take the reins. For a moment.

They kept the lights on and whatever sheets he had were on the floor along with every article of clothing that separated him from her. It started slow, but as soon as they got a rhythm going, Zoro found every pressure point she had. He was not going to stop until he released every ounce of himself inside her. She nearly begged for it until she understood that he was fully aware of the carnal cravings they shared.

10 years. 4 years of high school. 4 years of college. 2 years of post-graduate life. That is how long it took them to get where they were now. He was stupid and unsure of his gross teenage hormones at 16. She was rushing into an engagement at 20, convinced she was happy enough. Now, they were both wiser and more aware of what they wanted for themselves and in a partner at 24 and 25. It was at this moment that the muscle memory came back. Every teasing insinuation she promised him, every fantasy he locked away. As hungry as they were, this was not at all planned.

With hectic lives, they tried to hang out, but dates were few and far between. Tonight, was on the calendar for months but then Nami got held up in a meeting. Zoro had some extra papers to grade tossed onto his desk at the last minute. She broke her heel running for the train. The restaurant "lost" their reservation. He forgot to pack a change of clothes, so he was still in his sweaty workout clothes. It was every streak of bad luck that could have happened over the 10 years accumulated into one night. However, as they found a food truck in the rain, they ate very little and called for a taxi. Nami left her house keys, and Zoro naturally volunteered his place for the night. She had not shaved nearly as much as she would have liked. He wished his bed sheets were fresh. For all the dreams of their perfect first night, this was never in the books. And yet...

Nami cried out his name in a whine as he pushed himself so far into her, lifting her lower back off the bed until the only thing keeping her to him was the firm grip of her arms around his neck. Those tears were from the fact that Zoro brought her to her peak...and then did not stop. She pleaded at first, telling him that she could not keep up. All he would say in response was, "Just cum for me one more time." Then his thumb would find her sensitive bud and rub into it until those tears poured out. Another mountaintop reached and both of them tumbling down.

With this desire to see her so utterly satisfied, Zoro kept himself in, but Nami was nearly draining him. If it had not been for the 5 Redbulls he downed for lunch, he did not imagine he could have lasted this long. As soon as she got comfortable with taking what she wanted, because Zoro was more than willing to give it to her repeatedly, she took control. He found himself opening his good eye as wide as it could go as she massaged him with her enflamed walls. Riding him like he was her favorite roller coaster, Nami danced and licked her lips as he knew he was giving her a look of pure pleasure. It would have embarrassed him at one point, but neither of them had time for falsities now.

They were past the awkward phase of admitting their feelings, being vulnerable to one another. They did that in a myriad of ways. Zoro and Nami were friends first, crushes second. Even when they were unwilling to admit their feelings, they built a relationship on trust and mutual respect. This was it. They were in it for the long haul. Not only did they trust one another, but they did see each other grow and develop - proud of the adults they became. They still had more to learn, experience, and become...but Nami and Zoro would be damned if they did not finally take the plunge and do life side by side. Sex was just the cherry on top. And Zoro loved having her on top because he was a power bottom.

He arched his back and Nami made the most dazed expression as he knew he was hitting her just right once again. It was reactionary. Every time she called for him, every teardrop that hit him, pushed him even faster, stronger, harder which wound Nami up tighter and tighter.

"Z-zor-ro! I'm-I'm-" her voice caught in her throat as a low moan escaped instead. It was primal, and it pushed him forward to force her back on the bed and lift her legs up. She shook her head as the icy fire spread from inside her. "So fucking good!"

She was done denying herself, and Zoro drank in every micro-expression as he felt himself lose it for what felt like the 10th time. His neighbors would probably give him hell for this as it had been hours. Nami clenched her thighs against him, still strong even after another mind-numbing orgasm. He lunged forward and clutched the bed frame as he spilled himself inside. Before the first time he did it, he made sure she had given him clear permission. It took a while as he had used his tongue and fingers on and in her, so her incoherent responses were between begging him for more and asking him to stop. After her 3rd orgasm, she was so lubricated that the sloshing sound was deafening in his one-bedroom apartment, but their cries and grunts nearly drowned it out. One time he clasped his hand over her mouth just to hear how wet she was. That brought a cruel smile to his lips and Nami's eyes rolled back as he teased another rise out of her. That's when the profanities started spilling. Nami was not a saint and would curse if the occasion called for it, but she was damn dirty in bed and Zoro loved hearing her demand more from him.

As his shaking subsided and her grip loosened, he lifted himself up to see her sweat-stained face. She was gleaming underneath him, breasts heaving, marred with his bites and suckling. She forced him back once to suck him off, so her mouth and hair still had some remnants of that session. She blinked her tried and heavy eyes, focusing on the ceiling light as if it centered her. Nami huffed as her soft fingertips drew circles on his back, it tickled him which made him flinch inside her again. She groaned as she bit her lip. "Ah, Z-zoro..."

He grunted as he pulled out, slowly and she whined the entire time. It was an audible pop as he finally left himself outside her for more than a minute since they ended up tangled on the bed. He brushed wet strands of hair out of her mouth and from her face as he kissed her gently. His muscles were sore and aching, his back screaming for him to lay himself down fully but he did not want to crush her much softer body under him. She nuzzled his neck until he pushed himself up and onto his knees on the bed, the frame and mattress creaking. During it all, he swore he broke some springs and if he got up, he was sure there were spots of dampness and divots from where he pounded into her. Zoro took in the disarray of his room, the trail of clothes from his front door to his bed clear. He recalled the way he closed the door with a huff and Nami had dropped her bag abruptly. He turned just in time to have her hands lift his tee up, cold fingers feeling every strained muscle of his abdomen. His lips found hers next and then the clothes were taken off in turns. He did manage to get her on the kitchen counter long enough to have her skirt bunched at the waist and his hand between her legs. Then it was his head as his tongue forced her cries to echo in the silence. He imagined he would need to clean up the wet mess he made of her there, droplets surely left as carried her to the bed.

Which brought his attention to her wet body now. They had nearly frozen to death in the ice water that beat down on them outside, but now they were both well warmed up. If her face was glistening, then her thighs and everything else at her pelvis were glimmering diamonds. He subconsciously patted himself on the back for such a valiant effort in satiating her need, if only for a moment. He was lucky for the coursing energy drinks in his veins and the biological blessing of small refractory periods. Otherwise, he would have passed out sometime between her 5th orgasm and his 2nd. That was saying a lot since Nami often taunted her ability to do Kegels. Zoro would never again question if Nami could indeed kill a man with her pelvic floor muscles alone.

In all his processing, Nami had fallen fast asleep. A soft snore brought his eye back down to her as she shivered without anything to cover her. He would have just tossed the comforter over her, but they both had more bodily fluids on them than they had remaining inside them. He rose off the bed, grunting as his legs got used to being fully vertical again and got a washcloth with warm water from the bathroom. He wiped her down, careful to take out as much as he could from inside her. She whimpered here and there, and Zoro cataloged her expression and noises in the back of his mind, smirking at the way that she could turn him on even as she slept. As soon as he was done with that, he went to his drawers and got out a pair of thick long socks. Had they done this in high school, Zoro would have never known that even if Nami consistently wore strappy heels throughout the year, she could not go to sleep properly if her feet were cold. In college, their friend group had an impromptu sleepover at Luffy's apartment for the spring break sophomore year. Her boyfriend was a no-show and Zoro was too focused on school to have a girlfriend. Regardless, they shared a communal bedspread, Nami's cold feet tangled between his legs as they watched action movies at 3 AM.

He slipped the warm cotton socks onto her already frozen feet and he watched as she smiled in her dream state. He tossed a pair of boxer briefs on if only to encourage her to take it off if she so desired in the morning. He pulled the winter comforter out of his closet and adjusted the bed as he brought some pillows to the end of his bed where Nami was soundly at rest. No reason to wake her up if he did not need to. Turning the lights off he adjusted himself so that she was shielded from the cold with his much warmer body. Even with the comforter over them, Nami unconsciously nudged herself under his chin and tucked her knees up. He chuckled and tossed a bare leg over her hips, locking her into him as he fell asleep to the smell of rainwater and lavender in her hair.

Nami yawned and stretched as she blinked her crusted eyes open. Her body was warm but under pressure. The sunlight poured in and Nami heard the chirping of birds as she breathed in the smell of sex, sweat, and peppermint. She looked up to see his face so close to hers, a thumb brushed against his thin bottom lip. They were slightly parted and a bit dry, but she moved her head up to place a gentle kiss on them, careful not to wake him up. Usually, Zoro would have been up by now. He could sleep anywhere, but he was rarely a heavy sleeper.

In high school, he'd often doze off, especially when Nami would speak as class representative and delegate things to do. She would make a point to chuck an eraser or piece of chalk at his moss-covered head, and he'd wake up with a shout. However, in college, Nami understood that Zoro hardly every ignored her. She knew this because she managed to end up at his fraternity after a late-night break-up and cried on his shoulder all night on his couch. His eye was closed, but after it all, once she spilled every thought in her head about the whole thing, he simply brought her under his arm and tossed a blanket over her body. There were no words, no reassurances of it getting better. No promise that she'd get over a man who did not deserve her or that she shouldn't be sad. He just held her so securely that Nami felt at peace. If Nami had to place the exact moment she fell in love with him, it was then. However, Nami was convinced that she and Zoro just could not do that. He was building a future and so was she. If all her failed relationships proved anything, it was that she could not juggle both. Which is why when she landed a so-to-be doctor, she jumped right into getting engaged. As if marriage solved her problems.

Thank God that didn't work out. Had someone asked her right after the failed engagement about how she felt, she would have put on a fake smile and pretended not to feel so broken and alone. However, Zoro was one of the first people to call her out. Others stepped on eggshells around her. Zoro didn't care. He told her to pick herself up and get moving, to not forget her own goals and dreams. She never thanked him for that, not that he was ever looking for a thank you.

And still...she snuggled into his frame and tossed an arm over his side. Her hand brushed his back, and she felt strange raised marks. Zoro's eyebrows shifted slightly at her touch, so she lifted her head slowly to get a glimpse and she held in her breath as she saw the countless red streaks over his back, inevitably they were her nail marks. She laid back down and looked at him worried. Nami knew Zoro was tough, but perhaps he was not just tired from the adventure they had, but he was also passed out from her...craziness. Very few boyfriends could do the things Zoro could. Actually, no boyfriend did what Zoro did. She blushed at her memories.

Often it was hazy, clouded by the noises of their bodies, her heartbeat in her ears, and the distant calls for him to never stop. Nami would not deny that Zoro had some sort of spirit in him that made him ferocious last night, and if today was not Sunday, Nami was sure she would have a hard time going into work without some sort of limp or soreness. However, what turned on Nami more than anything was his smirk, most pointedly his tongue. His one eye hooded and staring at her, strong jaw as he grinned. His tongue caught the sharpness of his teeth, and Nami might as well have been a bowl of jelly quivering under him.

Even when he was under her, he would still give her this domineering gaze that made her work harder, pushed further, demand him to move to topple her own maneuvers. She thought she nearly died right in the hallway when he made her cum not once but 3 times from his fingers and then his tongue between her legs. What would top it off for her would be his voice. Deep, low, and husky. Sometimes it was wet with want. Sometimes it was harsh with demands. It was always aggressive and always questioning. Zoro was grounded, hard and real. She felt like he experienced her with every sense. Tasting every corner of her as if each part had a different flavor. Demanding to see her even when she was embarrassed, and when he found out that she liked to see herself, there was at least one time where he flipped her, so she could watch herself get fucked to kingdom come with his bedroom mirror. He was damning with his touch. If his hand went somewhere, so would his lips, then his tongue and then finally his heated thickness. Then there were the sniffs. At first, Nami thought he might as well have been a dog, but he liked to point out every stench she carried and how much he liked it. What she considered to be foul, he found intoxicating. And finally, there was his demand to hear her. Nami knew he lived with thin walls, but at some point, she did not care. Nor could she as he was literally fucking her out of her own mind.

Throughout all of this, he would ask her how she wanted it, if she wanted it, and to explain herself. Maybe it was the teacher in him because Nami felt like she was getting tested on something he fully knew the answers to, but damn him for making her vocalize every dirty desire she had. And then there it was, that smirk with his hanging tongue as if he tricked her and got something out of her that she did not know she wanted to give. All the spontaneity, creativity, and enthusiasm he had in life was not lost in the bedroom, and if this was their first...Nami knew every night after would be filled with new experiences. She reddened again, thinking about all the other things that would appeal to him because even if he did not say it, he loved the details.

She smiled as she squeezed him tighter and he grunted softly, his own arm tightening around her bare waist. She felt his boxers against her belly and thighs, but then she noticed that her usually cold feet were warm and toasty. She wiggled her toes and felt the fabric move with her. With wide eyes, she looked up at his serene expression and would have nearly cried at his thoughtfulness. Every worry that this would not work, every small doubt that questioned her for waiting this long was silenced. Yes, they waited. They waited out of stupidity and fear and a multitude of other things but ripping a page out of Zoro's book of life, she considered herself lucky. She was in love with her friend, and she knew that even if speaking it aloud was under special circumstances, he loved her, too.

Nami shook her head at the thought, embarrassed and blushing like a stupid teenager. His voice murmured over her head, but his chest trembled against her own. "Oi, witch...stop squirming...I'm trying to fucking sleep."

She looked up to see a small smirk and felt hot all over again. Nami bit her bottom lip and pressed herself onto him, "And what if I want to just fuck instead of sleep?"

Her hand traveled to his boxers, a bulge already hard against her navel. He cracked his one eye open. Even when they both had not brushed their teeth, smelled a bit from the rain and sweat and whatever else they got on themselves the night before, he looked damn well attractive. Nami pushed herself up and kissed him, and he easily opened his mouth to let her back in, as if inside his mouth was where she always belonged.

His hand traveled from her lower back to squeeze her ass cheek and she moaned in agreement. He gave it a quick slap, and Nami took note that she'd need him to do that a bit harder and perhaps longer later. He gripped her fleshy thigh and as he pushed himself onto her, he lifted and separated her legs to fit himself between them again.

She naturally brought her left leg behind him as she used her toes and free hands to tug his underwear down. With his left hand above her head, he lifted himself up and grinned and Nami lost it again, sighing contently as she had his freed warm head between her fingers, precum already lubricating it slightly.

"N-nami," he ground his teeth as she played with him. She loved watching him become so vulnerable under her touch, and she noted that the more he whimpered, the harder he came after her for retribution. "We should, ah, shower?"

"Why?" she cocked her head to the side slyly. Even now, she was a flirt and she liked watching him watch her. "You already cleaned me up pretty well last night."

She may have been in a daze, but she was aware enough to feel him gently clean her, situate her on the bed and kiss her. If she had more energy, she would have given him another round, but she was drained then. A good night's sleep was all she needed to go again.

"Besides...I don't have any pajamas. What will I wear after we get cleaned up?" she pressed her thumb into his head and he rolled his hips forward, trying to get her to wrap both her hands around him.

"W-who said you need any clothes? I'm gonna fuck you in the shower."

She bit her lip as she raised her hips to him, sliding him against her folds to tease but also please. "Promise?"

He braced his arms at either side of her head and dove into her lips again. She felt dazed and confused, fully aware that he planned to have her release him from his precarious position between her fingers. He smiled that pussy-eating grin of his that turned her into silly-putty. "For the rest of my life."

As her blush rose from her chest, he took her momentary loss of control to pick her up and carry her into the shower. If his neighbors complained, and she was fully prepared to not hold back, he would surely be kicked out. Nami was betting on it because her apartment was way nicer anyway.

A/N: I blame television for my incessant need to have a soundtrack to any sex scene. Both songs are some of my favorites, and well, this chapter is all my built-up lust poured in. I generally wanted these milestones to be pure fluff with smut implications, but...then...I didn't? LOL

Again, these are one-shots not tied to one another. Also, super late...but honestly, I will tell you which ones are my favorite prompts. This...was gonna kinda follow my "Do You Wanna Touch" one shot, but eh, I'm trying to do better with my one-shots - since my longer stories are literally eating my soul and I need to feed those demons soon, but here I am distracting myself. Haha.

Any way, this kinda formed from THE MOST WONDERFUL Kaccacko fanfic called "Mr. Brightside" - where Katsuki cleans Ochako up after their "first time" and I just thought, gosh, that is like super vulnerable and intimate and...just...ugh. I wanted to see that for ZoNa, and so that coupled with my actual *FACT* need to wear socks to bed cause my feet literally get so cold - produced this one shot. No seriously. I can be buck naked and sleep fine...if I have socks on. LOL

Alright. Just FYI, I guess I'll just share the upcoming prompts - The Proposal (oh, I'm gonna barf sugar at this one cause I got a sickly sweet idea), The Wedding (mmm, still figuring this one out), THE KIDS (OMG MY ACTUAL FAVORITE CAUSE I ACTUALLY WROTE IT BEFORE ALL THESE OTHERS ONE -sans chapter 1- BUT UGH I JUST CAN'T CAUSE DOMESTIC AUs GIVE ME LYFE), First Pet (MMMMM- maybe still pretty domestic), and I'm actually doing a bonus chapter: Happy Birthday, Zoro...since my boi's bday was the 11th and I feel like it is my duty to do at least one story for it.

okie dokie - until next time:)