Shower (Zoro x Reader)

Shower Part 1

 It's been 6 days. You think to yourself with a small shudder. The first few days, you almost don't mind. It's kinda sexy, the musty scent. It's a reminder of the hard work that he puts himself through daily. And of course, the visual benefits of that work are certainly worth a mild stench. But 6 days? It's beyond a mild stench now. It's a fucking identity trait. You'd only been together for a couple months, so you don't exactly know what the proper way to bring up this kind of shit. Like "hey babe, I'd love to really take a trip to the bone zone and all, but if we do right now, Brook isn't gonna be the only dead one on the ship." Even if you did say that, he'd be so confused, the adorable idiot, and probably pretty dejected too. You sigh, squeezing your eyes closed and press your fingertips to your temples.

"I'm just gonna have to manipulate the poor boy." You decide out loud, having no idea how to manage that.

"Who are we manipulating?" Nami pops her head in the room with a sly grin.

You nod your head in a greeting to her. "Zoro," you say with exasperation. "To take a shower."

Nami laughs loudly. "Good fucking luck," she's almost crying with how hard she's laughing. "I've been barking up that tree since the literal day I met him."

This is not what you needed to hear. You groan and flop back on your mattress, clapping your hand over your eyes. After another few moments of laughing, you feel Nami sit next to you on the edge of the bed. "Y/n, the answer is obvious."

You raise an eyebrow and glance up at through the parted fingers over your eyes.

"Oh?" You ask.

"Shower sex, duh." Nami replies, sticking her tongue out at you with a wink.

You flush. Goddamn it. You think. Seductive manipulation is not precisely your forte. Especially with someone as completely dense as Zoro. In some ways, Zoro is one of the most intelligent people you know. He's instinctual, able to observe his environment, adaptable and cunning in a fight. But with other people? That he actually likes? Let's just say the wheel is spinning, but the hamster's dead. Very dead.

"I was afraid of this," you say gravely.

Nami rolls her eyes. "Christ, y/n. You're acting like it's such a chore to have sex with your boyfriend."

"UGH." You throw a pillow at her, and she cackles again as she stands up to walk towards the door.

"You're a true champ, y/n. From all of us Straw-hat Pirates, we thank you for your service." She salutes, dodging another pillow that you chuck her direction as she walks out the door.

As you sit on the edge of your bed, you grab the last pillow left and shove it into your face, letting it stifle the almost inhuman, frustrated screech that rips through your throat.

The sound dissipates, and you stand up, heading up to the Crow's Nest, where you know the smelly swordsman will be. Nami and Robin snicker at you as you pass and you flip them off crudely. You climb up the ladder to the Crow's Nest and open the hatch, pulling yourself inside.

You smell him before you can see him. Why am I doing this to myself? Why?

You turn towards the sound of heavy breathing and you see Zoro, in all his bare-chested glory, doing one-armed hand stand push-ups while he used the free arm to curl a massive dumbbell.

Oh yeah, that's why. You reply internally.

His back is to you, so you're able to watch the muscles of his back and shoulders ripple beneath his tanned skin effortlessly. He's taken his long green coat off, leaving him in only his pants and boots. You can see droplets of sweat dripping down his back, each bead following a different muscular curve. He makes soft grunting noises with each rep and you feel the knot in your stomach tighten and your heart race.

You clear your throat softly, hoping to gain his attention. He doesn't turn, only switching the role of each arm. So, you try again, this time a bit louder.

You watch him stiffen at the disturbance, his head shooting down between his arms to look at the intruder. His steely eyes meet yours and soften, along with his body and he gives you a grin, clearly pleased to see you. He pushes himself up and flips upright to land on his feet before turning to greet you.

"Hey y/n," He smiles again and grabs a towel off a rack to wipe his face and hair.

He begins to walk toward you and you almost forget your mission. He looks so handsome, especially with that wide grin that he typically only reserves for you. His green hair is damp, making it a slightly darker shade than usual, and he drapes the towel over the back of his neck. He halts in front of you, his hands moving to grip each end of the towel casually.

"What's up?" He says.

You realize you haven't taken a breath for a few moments, and you inhale to reply to him. Rookie mistake. The smell of him hits you again, and you cough without warning.

Shit, you think. Don't screw around, y'n. Get this damn mosshead in the shower with you pronto.

"Hey," You reply, forcing yourself into a smile. "Just came up here to check on you. How are you doing?"

He smiles again, the oblivious bastard. "Oh, okay. I'm fine. Just doing the usual," he replies. "Shit, your face had me going for a second. I thought something might be wrong," He chuckles.

You pause a beat too long. He notices. Fuck. "...is there something wrong, y/n?" He asks, now somewhat nervous.

"Oh no!" You say too quickly. "No, no, nothing's wrong. I just came up here because..." You know you need to calm down if you're going to attempt anything that mildly looks like seduction.

You take a breath and drop your gaze, now looking at him from underneath your eyelashes flirtatiously. "I came up here because I was about to take a shower..." You place a hand on his warm chest and push up to the shell of his ear. You lower your voice. "And I was wondering if you might want to join me?"

You feel him stiffen again beneath the hand on his chest and his breath hitch. His hands come up to lightly grip your hips. "You what?" He asks, his voice suddenly a little rougher.

You kiss the soft skin just beneath his angled jaw. "Join me. In the shower." You repeat.

His grip on your hips tightens for a second before he grabs your hand suddenly, pulling you towards the hatch of the Crow's Nest. It's so fast that you almost can't process what's happening. He opens the hatch with his foot.

"Oh, so you want to come?" You manage. He swoops you up into his arms and jumps down the hatch without regard to the ladder. You land firmly on the deck below and he doesn't bother to set you down.

"Zoro?" You ask, mesmerized by the concentration on his face. He shifts to hold you with one arm as he opens the door to the bath house room, slamming it behind him. He sets you down and wraps strong arms around your waist, kissing your neck. "Get in the shower. Now." He commands.

Internal screams.

And in that moment, as the water turns on and your simple, oblivious, gorgeous greenette quickly strips away the rest of his clothes, you don't know what you're more excited about, the amazing sex that you're about to have, or the fact that the simple, oblivious, gorgeous greenette is finally going to be fucking clean.