Caricature of Intimacy (One Piece, Zoro/Nami, #25)
Title: Caricature of Intimacy
Author: ginnyseta
Pairing: Zoro/Nami
Fandom: One Piece
Theme: #25, fence
Disclaimer: Oda is a god, I am not he.
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Pure smut!fic. Please beware, this is my first attempt at smut in a VERY long time. I also ended up changing the ending very slightly from how I originally wrote it, it originally came off a lot more cruel than I had wanted it to, so I opted for some ambiguity instead. All and all, it was just me getting rid of a random idea running rampant through my brain. Hope you can like it all the same. Title inspired by Panic! at the disco.
“God damn it, woman, let’s just do this already.”
She slid her hands down the front of his pants eagerly, feeling around with her greedy hands. She couldn’t yank them down fast enough, and by the time she did, he was already fully erect. Good. This was easier than she thought. Fingers ran over the shaft delicately at first, but then she just let that all slip away, and her fingers squeezed, perhaps a bit harder than they should have. He could take it, or so she was certain. He was, after all, a big boy. And soon her tongue and mouth made any discomfort he might have felt all better.
A thief had to be good with her hands, and her mouth.
He seemed like he was ready to push her down on to the solid oak bed and take charge himself, but no. He wasn’t going to dominate her. If she let him do that, she might be able to fool herself into thinking that this was something else later on, that this was something he made her do. And that was not the truth, nor would she allow herself the luxury of even entertaining that notion. This was completely her play, and oh would she play it well.
There were certain advantages to wearing a skirt with no underwear to behold underneath...and one of them was the fact that it made it easier to fuck. All she had to do was climb on board, although that was actually a bit more difficult than it sounds, being that she hadn’t had a whole lot of time to work herself up to a decent arousal before hand. She could feel the initial thrust leaving a burning sensation inside her. Good. It was only appropriate, being that she was playing with fire. She slid her hips up and down once again....it was better this time. The situation itself was working her up, and soon he felt like velvet inside her.
He sat on the edge of the bed, his hands firmly placed on her hips, looking at her in an almost daze. It was written all over his face that he couldn’t believe this was finally happening. He almost seemed afraid that she might melt away there and then. Or maybe that was just what she wished he was feeling. Maybe he was just enjoying a good fuck.
“...I’m gonna come if you keep that up.”
“No, that’s no good. Here.” She pulled herself off of him, and crawled over onto the bed itself. While on her hands and knees, she glanced over shoulder at him with a nod. It didn’t take him but a minute to grab her by the hips, and plunge back in, his hips slapping against her soft, round behind as he did so. Her arms collapsed, her ass went up a little further into the air, and she buried her face against the clean sheets. She had just washed these, too. Oh well. Her hand began to rub against the spot she knew would take her where she wanted to be. She needed to come. It was the only thing that would bring this around full circle. Building, building, building....Ah, finally the sweet release she had been waiting for. Her eyes had closed without her even realizing it, and she opened them, only to find herself staring out the window, through the cracks in the blinds.
Nami could see the fence of her house, with the rose bush, five years old now, growing up the side of it. Soon that man would walk through the fence’s gate, home to his wife, and she would be there waiting. As Zoro’s body jerked over her with his own release, she had to wonder just what had gotten into her, to be unfaithful in a marriage where the man worshiped her like a goddess. Listening to Zoro’s mild panting as he slumped down over her, she cracked a small smile.
Sometimes it takes more than love to cement a relationship.
Author: ginnyseta
Pairing: Zoro/Nami
Fandom: One Piece
Theme: #25, fence
Disclaimer: Oda is a god, I am not he.
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Pure smut!fic. Please beware, this is my first attempt at smut in a VERY long time. I also ended up changing the ending very slightly from how I originally wrote it, it originally came off a lot more cruel than I had wanted it to, so I opted for some ambiguity instead. All and all, it was just me getting rid of a random idea running rampant through my brain. Hope you can like it all the same. Title inspired by Panic! at the disco.
“God damn it, woman, let’s just do this already.”
She slid her hands down the front of his pants eagerly, feeling around with her greedy hands. She couldn’t yank them down fast enough, and by the time she did, he was already fully erect. Good. This was easier than she thought. Fingers ran over the shaft delicately at first, but then she just let that all slip away, and her fingers squeezed, perhaps a bit harder than they should have. He could take it, or so she was certain. He was, after all, a big boy. And soon her tongue and mouth made any discomfort he might have felt all better.
A thief had to be good with her hands, and her mouth.
He seemed like he was ready to push her down on to the solid oak bed and take charge himself, but no. He wasn’t going to dominate her. If she let him do that, she might be able to fool herself into thinking that this was something else later on, that this was something he made her do. And that was not the truth, nor would she allow herself the luxury of even entertaining that notion. This was completely her play, and oh would she play it well.
There were certain advantages to wearing a skirt with no underwear to behold underneath...and one of them was the fact that it made it easier to fuck. All she had to do was climb on board, although that was actually a bit more difficult than it sounds, being that she hadn’t had a whole lot of time to work herself up to a decent arousal before hand. She could feel the initial thrust leaving a burning sensation inside her. Good. It was only appropriate, being that she was playing with fire. She slid her hips up and down once again....it was better this time. The situation itself was working her up, and soon he felt like velvet inside her.
He sat on the edge of the bed, his hands firmly placed on her hips, looking at her in an almost daze. It was written all over his face that he couldn’t believe this was finally happening. He almost seemed afraid that she might melt away there and then. Or maybe that was just what she wished he was feeling. Maybe he was just enjoying a good fuck.
“...I’m gonna come if you keep that up.”
“No, that’s no good. Here.” She pulled herself off of him, and crawled over onto the bed itself. While on her hands and knees, she glanced over shoulder at him with a nod. It didn’t take him but a minute to grab her by the hips, and plunge back in, his hips slapping against her soft, round behind as he did so. Her arms collapsed, her ass went up a little further into the air, and she buried her face against the clean sheets. She had just washed these, too. Oh well. Her hand began to rub against the spot she knew would take her where she wanted to be. She needed to come. It was the only thing that would bring this around full circle. Building, building, building....Ah, finally the sweet release she had been waiting for. Her eyes had closed without her even realizing it, and she opened them, only to find herself staring out the window, through the cracks in the blinds.
Nami could see the fence of her house, with the rose bush, five years old now, growing up the side of it. Soon that man would walk through the fence’s gate, home to his wife, and she would be there waiting. As Zoro’s body jerked over her with his own release, she had to wonder just what had gotten into her, to be unfaithful in a marriage where the man worshiped her like a goddess. Listening to Zoro’s mild panting as he slumped down over her, she cracked a small smile.
Sometimes it takes more than love to cement a relationship.