Quicke - Short and Naughty ZoNa
Title: Quickie
Author: ginnyseta
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: ZoroxNami
Theme: 29, The sound of the waves
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Oda is a god among men. I am most certainly not he.
Notes: This is a short PWP. If you are expecting to see an explanation of how and why for this pairing, this isn't it. I am just starting to get back into writing, so do not expect anything mindblowing. I am also betaless and may make revisions to this later on.
"....Let’s do it then. Let’s have sex."
It was Nami who suggested it. Why he actually agreed to do it, he wasn’t exactly sure. Alcohol was a tricky thing, one that did not affect either of them to the extreme. In Nami’s case, however, at least for this particular night, it seemed to make her a little bolder. Maybe it was because she knew she would have an excuse to fall back on in the morning. Maybe the rum made her horny. One thing he knew for sure was that she wasn’t drunk, at least not completely.
This was not something that he needed. Nor was it something that he immediately desired. He cared for her...just as he cared for Luffy, Sanji, and all the rest of the crew. But it was nothing sexual, never sexual. Not until now.
Her tank top was hastily pulled over her head, as if trying to do something before he could object to it. The simple black bra she was wearing underneath was also removed and tossed to the side. That was good, the last thing he wanted to deal with was women’s insane undergarments that he could never quite figure out how exactly they worked. And the sight of what lay beneath was just what he needed to see. If he had any doubts in the fact that he could go through with it, they were gone now. Stepping over to her, one of his rough, calloused hands reached out and grabbed a breast, before pulling himself close enough to grope her properly.
Her body was divine, or demonic, depending on how you wanted to look at things. The size of her breasts, the curves of her hips, the shape of her ass, any man or woman would be driven to desire by it once it was exposed. He couldn’t put his hands across her fast enough, yanking down her skirt and the lacy panties underneath. She kicked them off from round her ankles, not able to rid herself of them fast enough.
It was his turn to be stripped. She yanked the shirt up and over his head, running her fingers across his scarred chest. While it seemed to satisfy her, she obviously wanted more. Fingers moved quickly to his belt. For a moment, he had to get a hold of himself, being that he did not want his swords hastily thrown to the side as the clothes were. But it was only a brief moment to lean them against the nearby stairway leading up to her mikan grove. Then he allowed lust to completely over take him.
Within moments he was as naked as she. She pressed her body against his, and he couldn’t take it. He didn’t want any games. He didn’t want to mess around. He knew exactly what he wanted. Without any regards to how the rough wood might feel against her skin, he pinned her up against the wall, and kissed her hard. Both their hands fumbled as they worked to find her slit with the tip of his cock. When it did, he pushed it inside her with a good hard thrust, and they both had to stifle their cries of pleasure. The feeling was amazing, like finally getting a good meal after a long time of living off gruel. He wasn’t sure how long he could hold out, nor did he care. He couldn’t keep track of the time even if he tried. All he could focus on was the curve of her back, and his hands on her nicely rounded ass.
He felt her legs move up and around his hips, her own hips thrusting like mad against his. For a moment he wondered what it must be like for her. What was her pleasure? Where did it come from? But these thoughts soon escaped him, for he felt himself getting ready. With several wild thrusts, he came inside her, slumping up against her, sandwiching her between himself and the wall. Their bodies were sticky with sweat.
For a few moments, they stayed there, exactly as they were. The sounds of the ocean intermingled with the sounds of their heavy breathing. His face was buried against her shoulder, and he couldn’t bring himself to pry it way. Finally, Nami spoke.
"...What does this mean?" she said a quiet voice, that was more like a whisper than anything else.
He gave her no reply. The sound of the waves was answer enough.
Author: ginnyseta
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: ZoroxNami
Theme: 29, The sound of the waves
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Oda is a god among men. I am most certainly not he.
Notes: This is a short PWP. If you are expecting to see an explanation of how and why for this pairing, this isn't it. I am just starting to get back into writing, so do not expect anything mindblowing. I am also betaless and may make revisions to this later on.
"....Let’s do it then. Let’s have sex."
It was Nami who suggested it. Why he actually agreed to do it, he wasn’t exactly sure. Alcohol was a tricky thing, one that did not affect either of them to the extreme. In Nami’s case, however, at least for this particular night, it seemed to make her a little bolder. Maybe it was because she knew she would have an excuse to fall back on in the morning. Maybe the rum made her horny. One thing he knew for sure was that she wasn’t drunk, at least not completely.
This was not something that he needed. Nor was it something that he immediately desired. He cared for her...just as he cared for Luffy, Sanji, and all the rest of the crew. But it was nothing sexual, never sexual. Not until now.
Her tank top was hastily pulled over her head, as if trying to do something before he could object to it. The simple black bra she was wearing underneath was also removed and tossed to the side. That was good, the last thing he wanted to deal with was women’s insane undergarments that he could never quite figure out how exactly they worked. And the sight of what lay beneath was just what he needed to see. If he had any doubts in the fact that he could go through with it, they were gone now. Stepping over to her, one of his rough, calloused hands reached out and grabbed a breast, before pulling himself close enough to grope her properly.
Her body was divine, or demonic, depending on how you wanted to look at things. The size of her breasts, the curves of her hips, the shape of her ass, any man or woman would be driven to desire by it once it was exposed. He couldn’t put his hands across her fast enough, yanking down her skirt and the lacy panties underneath. She kicked them off from round her ankles, not able to rid herself of them fast enough.
It was his turn to be stripped. She yanked the shirt up and over his head, running her fingers across his scarred chest. While it seemed to satisfy her, she obviously wanted more. Fingers moved quickly to his belt. For a moment, he had to get a hold of himself, being that he did not want his swords hastily thrown to the side as the clothes were. But it was only a brief moment to lean them against the nearby stairway leading up to her mikan grove. Then he allowed lust to completely over take him.
Within moments he was as naked as she. She pressed her body against his, and he couldn’t take it. He didn’t want any games. He didn’t want to mess around. He knew exactly what he wanted. Without any regards to how the rough wood might feel against her skin, he pinned her up against the wall, and kissed her hard. Both their hands fumbled as they worked to find her slit with the tip of his cock. When it did, he pushed it inside her with a good hard thrust, and they both had to stifle their cries of pleasure. The feeling was amazing, like finally getting a good meal after a long time of living off gruel. He wasn’t sure how long he could hold out, nor did he care. He couldn’t keep track of the time even if he tried. All he could focus on was the curve of her back, and his hands on her nicely rounded ass.
He felt her legs move up and around his hips, her own hips thrusting like mad against his. For a moment he wondered what it must be like for her. What was her pleasure? Where did it come from? But these thoughts soon escaped him, for he felt himself getting ready. With several wild thrusts, he came inside her, slumping up against her, sandwiching her between himself and the wall. Their bodies were sticky with sweat.
For a few moments, they stayed there, exactly as they were. The sounds of the ocean intermingled with the sounds of their heavy breathing. His face was buried against her shoulder, and he couldn’t bring himself to pry it way. Finally, Nami spoke.
"...What does this mean?" she said a quiet voice, that was more like a whisper than anything else.
He gave her no reply. The sound of the waves was answer enough.