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A fingernail tapped incessantly against the counter. Nami rested her chin into the palm of her other hand, her eyes focused on the myriad of liquors and tequilas on the bar shelves.
With a heavy sigh, she dragged her eyes downward to her own drink—a pretty, cloudy-blue cocktail that she ordered well over an hour ago. Taking a sip, she winced not expecting it to be so bitter, the alcohol burning her nose as she exhaled. She didn’t even know what it was, just ordered the night’s special for the discount. She regretted not ordering a Screwdriver or something else she was familiar with.
Pushing it up the counter, she found herself staring at her murky reflection in the glossy wood, even though all she could make out was the outline of her face and hair. She wilted.
Earlier in the evening, Nami spent hours finding the right dress, the right shoes, doing her hair, make-up, the whole nine yards. Not to mention the grueling work of meticulous bathing, using the soap that smelled like honey and milk that made her skin soft and smooth.
All that effort for a, “Wow Nami, you smell good.” Before Luffy left her side to join Usopp, Chopper, and Zoro at their table, ordering from a waitress.
She wanted to cry.
It was her fault for falling in love with such a man; a man that valued what was inside of a person more than what was on the outside. And though she absolutely adored it about him—his genuine heart is what made her fall so hard in the first place—it was devastating in the moments when she just wanted to wow him with the gifts she was blessed with.
All her life, Nami had been told she was beautiful. A trait she learned to exploit and weaponize from an early age. Under Arlong’s thumb, it was a means to survive but now it was just a part of who she was. She didn’t believe it made her a bad person (Zoro said it made her a witch but he was just jealous of all the free shots she received), it wasn’t her fault that people allowed themselves to be bamboozled by the flutter of her eyelashes or the curl in her smile.
But, what was the point of her beauty if it didn’t attract the man she wanted the most.
He was attracted to her in other ways. He had to be or he would’ve completely blown her off when she exploded out her rambling gibberish of a confession months ago. She witnessed his callous rejections before and knew he never bent to anyone’s will but his own. So, for him to not only accept her confession but reciprocate it by declaring how much he liked her back, she knew there was something about her that he liked more than anyone else.
It made her body feel warm and fuzzy to think about.
Yes, she was beautiful. She knew that. But, nothing could make her feel more so than her seemingly unromantic Captain wanting to hold her hand or lay his head in her lap or kiss when she finally got the courage to ask.
That was the kicker, though. She asked. Any development in their relationship was from her initiation. She had appreciated it in the beginning; being nervous about any displays of blatant affection, but now she craved something from him. She wanted him to reach out to her, demand a kiss… maybe demand more than a kiss.
Nami fanned herself. The sticky humidity and the alcohol was causing her body temperature to rise and definitely not the path her thoughts were leading her down.
She turned to the sound of his laughter. His head was thrown back and his eyes shut tight, laughing straight from his belly. Her lips curled at the sight, ears tingling from the sound.
She may be beautiful, but he was gorgeous .
Lips falling back into a frown, she ripped her eyes back to the counter. Looking at Luffy was like looking at the sun. He was radiant and bright, warming the body and rejuvenating the soul. But looking at him for too long threw her off balance when she finally looked away.
Maybe she should just head back to the ship where Franky and Brook were. They stayed behind that night since they were gonna leave the island in the morning; Franky giving last minute checks on the Sunny for departure and Brook wishing to give him company so he didn’t feel alone. She would much rather listen to Brook play his violin or Franky as he tried explaining some tech facts to her where she’d just nod and smile than the discombobulating music from the Cabana’s speakers… or the sound of her disappointment ripping apart her heart.
Downing the rest of her drink—because damn it, she paid for it and wouldn’t waste a single drop of her hard earned berries—she made up her mind. Relaxing with her companions in a pair of comfortable pants and a T-shirt was the way she wished to spend the rest of the night.
Walking over to the table, she wrapped her arms around Luffy, bringing his head back to rest on the top of her breasts. Dark eyes peered up through long eyelashes, blinking before beaming up to her. His smile dazzled before he puckered and placed a delicate kiss to her cheek. Nuzzling her face to his temple, she squeezed her arms around his neck.
The sound of groans reached her ears but she ignored them.
“I’m gonna go back to the ship.” She spoke in his ear so he’d hear her over the music. He nodded but grabbed her arms, keeping her in place. He stretched back his neck, eyes shifting, bottom lip jutted out. She could hear his question bouncing within his mind. “I wanna go get into something more comfortable and relax. It’s too stuffy and hot here.”
“But, you got all dressed up. And we leave tomorrow. Don’t you want to have fun on the last night?”
Biting the inside of her cheek, she suppressed the urge to give into her frustration. Instead she gave a small hum, and smiled softly.
“Thank you for noticing.” She cheered mentally from the lack of bite in her words. “But I’d have more fun with Franky and Brook.”
“What about me?” His frown deepened.
“What about you?” Okay, there was the bite. “You’re having fun over here and I was alone at the bar.”
“That’s where you sat.” Raising a brow, he tilted his head.
Nami exhaled a shaky breath from her nose.
“You’re right. It is.”
“Not good.” Zoro muttered in his cup.
Nami ignored them, but Luffy chanced a glance his way. She used his distraction to pull away, but his arm stretched due to the grip that remained on her hand.
Looking back at her, he pouted. “You’re upset.” He wasn’t asking. He didn’t need to. Even if she didn’t feel the curdling sensation from her disappointment from her chest, she knew he was one of a handful of people who could read her like a book. “What happened? Did someone say something to you?”
Perhaps if she wasn’t so sour already, she’d appreciate how he straightened in his seat glancing back to the bar then to around the room for good measure. The way his chest puffed out, and his neck muscles tensed she sensed he was itching to defend her honor if need be.
God, she loved this idiot even when he pissed her off.
“It’s more about what someone didn’t say.” She gave a chaste kiss to the back of his hand before twisting out of his grip.
His arm snapped back to his body just as Usopp coughed, “ Really not good”.
“Why don’t you sit with us, Nami? We are having a blast!” Chopper smiled brightly. She wasn’t sure if he was actually oblivious to her mood or if he was cleverly trying to diffuse the situation. Something told her it was the latter, but she smiled tightly at him all the same.
“I just really want to go home.” Her voice cracked and she cursed herself.
“O-Oh okay.”
“Nami.” Luffy stood, the booth seat separating the two. She could see the gears shifting behind his eyes, the way his lips parted and his eyes shifted around her face. But ultimately he said nothing, frowning and reaching out a hand as if he expected her to crawl over the back of the booth.
“I’m okay. I just… I want to go home.” She repeated softly. “Have fun. I’ll see you later tonight.”
Her shoulders shook, biting her lip, she steeled herself not to cry. Not until she was in the comfort of her own bedroom.
Just as she expected, Franky and Brook sat on the deck. The tranquil sound of Brook’s violin played, filling the air and setting her mind to ease even for the briefest of moments.
What she hadn’t been expecting was Sanji who handed the older men a plate of food. She assumed the cook would be using this last night to his advantage, whisking women away in his romantic soliloquies.
Upon seeing her, he smiled brightly, hearts palpitating in his eyes.
“Nami-Swan!”
“Ayo, Nami! What are you doing back so soon.”
“How beautiful you look tonight. You’d take the air straight from my lungs…. If I had any! Yohohoho!”
“She looks like a goddess! An angel! A—“
Nami shook her head, laughing gently and rubbing her arms.
“You alright?” Franky asked, silencing Sanji and Brook.
She stared at him in return, mind processing what he had asked. She should lie, say she’s fine and that she’s tired. But, he wouldn’t believe it. Franky was another that had grown to know her too well. He could call her bullshit from a mile away. Her second option was telling him the truth, but that felt more silly and the more she thought about the more stupid it sounded.
No, I’m upset that my boyfriend isn’t sexually attracted to me and I got all dolled up just to get him to react but he couldn’t care less.
That just sounded pathetic and whiny. And honestly it bruised her pride.
“I’m… I just wanted to come home.”
That just seemed to be the best answer tonight.
Franky’s lips thinned as he regarded her carefully, but he smiled, relaxing back on his hands.
“Go get washed up. We can set something up on the projector and camp out here tonight.”
“I’ll make you something to eat and your favorite tea!”
“Do you have any requests? I can play loudly so you can hear from the bathroom.”
“Thanks guys.” Tears welled in her eyes.
Coming home was definitely the right choice.
Nami awoke to nothing in particular.
Pushing up on her arms, hands flexing in the smooth material of her sleeping bag. She blinked, realizing that she had fallen asleep next to Franky who slept in his own sleeping bag. She could hear snoring, but couldn’t pinpoint who it belonged to.
Blinking again, she noticed Robin curled to Franky’s side. She must have come back after Nami passed out. She smiled at the sight, feeling the familiar swirl of adoration and envy she often felt when she witnessed their affections. Unlike their Captain, her boyfriend, Franky had no issue with cues and showing his desire.
Must be nice.
As she unwound herself from her warm cocoon, Nami’s eyes fell to Chopper, Usopp and Sanji who laid haphazardly on top of their blankets but in such a way they were nearly cuddled together. It looked as if Chopper was a child who snuck in bed with their parents. The sight made her nearly burst into laughter, but she was able to swallow it down. With a glance, she found Zoro sitting against the rail, head hanging down and Brook sprawled on the other side of Franky.
But, no sign of Luffy.
Walking on her tiptoes, she cringed at the sound of the crunching faux grass.
She checked the boys’ room first even though she was certain he wouldn’t be there, not with everyone else camping outside. There’s no way he’d choose to be alone. And, just like she thought, it was dark and empty. For good measure she checked the room she shared with Robin. Again, dark and empty.
The kitchen was her next guess, and was where she thought for certain he would be. If not asleep, the man was eating. It just made sense. But, she was baffled to see it was also dark and empty. She flipped on the switch just to make extra sure he wasn’t ducked under the table, but no. Not a crumb on the table and the fridge was still within the taped outline Sanji made for extra security.
The lengths Luffy went to for a midnight snack was inhuman.
What the hell? Where is he?
Now she was getting upset. Luffy’s first love had always been food and the only thing Nami accepted as a qualified answer to not be cuddling her when she woke up. Hell! Even Sanji and Usopp were cuddling! And her rubber headed boyfriend would rather be god knows where instead!
She checked the Aquarium, the Med Bay, the Crow’s nest. She even checked off the side of the ship onto the island’s beach to make sure he hadn’t passed out in the sand. She ignored the fearful thought that he had fallen asleep on the Figurehead and fallen into the water. They would have heard something ; flailing, choking, cries for survival… anything.
But, he was nowhere.
That’s when she heard it. A faint thud coming from above her. So faint, in fact, that she nearly chalked it up to her imagination before she heard another, more solid thud, making her look up.
The library and bathroom; the only two places she never checked. Luffy didn’t read and he sure as hell didn’t take baths willingly.
Opening the door to the library, she was met with darkness, but her eyes instantly caught the seeping light coming from the bathroom.
and the sounds.
“Nngh!”
Nami’s eyes widened, hands reaching for the ladder, reaching the top in the blink of an eye. The door was ajar, like he meant to shut it but it hadn’t latched—something that was common and she complained about to Franky many times.
She wasn’t complaining now.
Hand flat against the wood, she pushed it open gently. The creak of the hinge was drowned out in a guttural moan accompanied by a sloppy sound, a squish almost—wet.
Sitting on the edge of the tub, back to her, feet inside with his knees spread open, Luffy braced himself with one hand while the other fidgeted in front of him. She’d be a fool to not know what he was doing, but she still couldn’t bring herself to believe it. What was more unbelievable though was her towel—freshly used from earlier that evening—was covering his face.
He inhaled deeply, in an exaggerated way like he usually did before he was about to chow down on some food. The breath he exhaled was shaky, whispy, and broke into whine.
Fuck.
Nami wasn’t a stranger to arousal, especially when Luffy was involved. Even before they came together in a romantic sense, she pleasured herself at the thought of him. But nothing— nothing— could have prepared her for the blazing magma between her legs as she realized he was not only touching himself, but he was touching himself while he inhaled her towel.
“So good.” He grunted.
With small tentative steps, eyes locked onto the bare skin of his back, she walked closer to him. Her finger twitched to her sides, digging and relaxing against her pants.
“So good.” He repeated, breathless. “Fuck. Nami. So soft… fucking good.” Whimpering, he pumped his cock hurriedly. “That’s… right there.”
His words set her body ablaze; skin warming, heart pumping into her ears. Every pant, groan, dirty whisper that fell from his lips was like static in her brain, electricity pulsing from her nerves. Each tug of his cock dripped a sloppy squelch that made her mouth dry.
Heat coiled in her lower abdomen, throbbing—her legs threatened to give way any second from the tremors.
She couldn’t take it anymore.
“Luffy.” Purring, she grazed her fingertips over his damp skin, humming when he shivered violently to her touch. Her arms weighed down the towel, melding it into the shape of his face. When he breathed in, he choked out a moan. “You could have told me you were taking a bath. I would have joined you.”
Her eyes traveled down, teeth gnawing on the flesh of her bottom lip. The heat between her legs burst, pulling a moan from deep in her chest. His hand was still wrapped around the base of his shaft, giving her a beautiful view of his shaft and balls.
Exquisite.
Wetting her lip, Nami removed the towel from over his face. Dark owlish eyes peered up at her, hooded and hazy. He breathed shallowly through parted lips. His hair was damp, small pieces flat against his face while other bits fluffed and curled to the moisture. Water, sweat—whatever it was—dripped slowly down every crevice of his body.
Delicious.
“Nami?”
“Mmhm.” She hummed, moving around him to sit on the tub next to him. The tub was empty, water layering the bottom. “Did you clean yourself well? Behind your ears…” Her fingers threaded in his hair, traveling to caress the shell of his ear. “… your belly button.” Her fingers trailed down the side of his neck sensually, fingernails scraping the swell of his chest, his scar, the taut quivering muscles of his abdomen. He was trembling, hand working his cock again slowly. Nami crouched down in the space between his knees, fingers gracing around the sensitive skin close to his cock, palming up and cupping his sack. “Your balls?”
Croaking, Luffy lurched forward.
“Oh, Captain. Do you need my assistance? I’d be more than happy to help.” Peering up through her lashes, she purred, lips curling. Without words she shifted his base into her hands, pumping upwards, matching his moans with her own.
”Pretty. You’re so pretty.” With his hands free, he reached up and gathered her hair in them.
“I didn’t think you cared about that.” She muttered, too enamored with his naked form to give in fully into her earlier frustration, but her desire to tease him consumed her. “I dressed up for you tonight. I even wore the perfume you got me for my birthday. But you preferred the boys to my company. I was really disappointed” She squeezed him, spitting on his tip. He tugged on her hair gently.
“You—but, Nami—Fuck I can’t think.” He whined. “‘Your hand is so soft. Suck it please. I wanna feel how soft your tongue is.”
Oh damn .
“Dirty Captain. Tell me first. Did you not like my dress? Or what about that bikini I bought last week? Or that mini skirt? I bought them all for you, but you never seemed to care.” She pouted, biting the inside of her cheek to keep herself from smiling. The look of pleasure on his face was nearly too much. Flushed face, droopy eyes, drool spilling from the corner of his mouth. It was unfair how sexy he was.
Huffing, he bucked his hips. But, when she threatened to move her hands, he squirmed, face shifting into a panic.
“I’m sorry! You hate perverts! You’d hate me too!”
“Are you a pervert, Luffy?” She whispered up at him, a knot wound tightly in her stomach.
“Yes!” He sputtered, eyes shifting from her hands to her face. “Yes! I am! You’re—fuck! I want you! I’ve always wanted you! I’ve been jerking off to the memory of your breasts since Alabasta! When you bend over, I stare at your ass! When you wear your bikinis I imagine what your pussy taste like—“
“You whiff my towels?” She squeezed his base. “You jerk off with them over your face often?”
“Yes! You smell so good!” He wailed. “Nami, Please!”
Lips parting, she engulfed his tip, swirling her tongue as her hand twisted upwards on his shaft. The grip he had of her hair tightened, but not as painful as she imagined. She bobbed shallowly, taking more of him in as went. It wasn’t too long until he hit the back of her throat, but she opened her mouth as wide as she could make it, pressing down deeper. His hips thrusted in rapid movements, desperate for friction. Eyes watering, she remained still.
Gagging, Nami squeezed his thigh and his thrusts stopped but his fingers threaded in her hair, trying to gather up more of the loose strands. Flicking her wrist, her hand glided with ease thanks to her saliva; a string broke from her mouth as she used her opposing hand to wipe her lips. He gasped her name, repeating it like a mantra—begging. She dipped down to take him again, going back to bobbing. Focusing on his tip, her cheeks hollowed, tongue licking around the crevice under his head.
Luffy hissed, groaning out a few rushed words that she couldn’t make out before using her hair to reign in her movements. She followed his lead, allowing him to set a rhythm.
“Hot—so hot! Nami! Your mouth is melting me. Fuck!” He hissed, cooing in a low drawl. She’d never heard him speak in such a way before. Not just the words but the tone; a tone that sounded desperate but dangerous—a tone that had her whimpering around his cock. “Fuck. Yes! Yes!”
Bringing up her hand, she massaged his balls, gently squeezing. Her other hand worked his cock meeting her mouth half away down his shaft. She finally made sense of the movements just before he shoved her down, lips grazing the cushion of his his pubic hair.
The broken noise that ripped from his mouth was like a silent curdling scream mixed with a heady groan. Grinding his hips, easing on her hair, Luffy shot his load into spurts. The taste of his cum wasn’t what she had expected. To be truthful she didn’t really know what to expect, but it surprised her nonetheless. Salty, a bit bitter, thick. That’s how she'd describe it. Humming at the taste, she twirled her tongue around his skin, wiping him clean. The violent shudder of his muscles and the sharpness of his breath had her smiling, looking up at him through her lashes.
Releasing him, she leaned back, putting her weight onto her legs. They were damp from what little water was left, but she couldn't care less at the moment.
It was a dream. A fantasy. One that she had many times when she had to tear her stare away from his V-line of Happy Trail. Now that she was able to sit back—her lust simmering, allowing her pure joy to take lead for the moment—she could appreciate the beautiful sight of Luffy in all his nudeness.
Even limp and wilting, his cock was bigger than she pictured. She supposed she shouldn’t be too surprised, he was a rubber man after all and she didn’t think it stopped at his genitals. But to see him, naturally that long and girthy…
It was overwhelming.
“I’m hungry.” He panted.
Nami slouched, teeth digging into her lip.
Of course. Luffy was still Luffy after all.
But this was great! Now, she knew for sure Luffy had a sex drive! And she was the trigger for his arousal. Was she disappointed that her discovery ended so soon? Yes. However, this was a start. She could feel much better and bolder for the future.
Perking up at that thought, she offered a small smile. “What would you like to eat, Captain.”
Eyes darkening, his neck tensed, Adam’s Apple bobbing. “Bend over.”
“Wh-what?” She sputtered, eyes widening. “Luffy—“
Her face flushed when he stood, cock dangling inches from her face. Despite it just being in her mouth, she was more clear-headed and felt shy at its size.
“I’m hungry, Nami. Bend over.” He lifted her up by her her forearms, spinning her hin his grasp. Squeaking, she followed his nudge to place her hands on the opposite side of the tub.
The fire in the pit of her stomach burst, sparking to life with a vibrancy she had never known before. Though, the heat was doused for a second by the chilly air of him ripping down her pants and underwear with one go. Jolting at the smack to her ass, he gripped both cheeks in his hands, calloused fingers digging into her flesh.
Moaning, she wiggled in his hands, shivering when she felt his fingers scrape down the side of her thighs.
“You smell so good.” He mumbled, lips ghosting the swell of her ass. She whimpered, mind catching up to what was unfolding. Peeking over her shoulder, she could only see the top of his head and she yelped when his nose rubbed against her folds. He inhaled, just like with the towel.
“Stop that!” She whimpered, moving to swat him or pull away, or something. Face flushed and feeling the heat spread throughout her body, she bit her lip. He couldn’t possibly be smelling her down there! “Don’t sniff me. That’s embarrassing.”
A hand met her ass sharply before soothing out the flesh. Nami squeaked.
“You started it.” He grumbled, fingers pressing her lips, toying with the wet heat. “You said you did all those things for me. Wore those outfits. How was I supposed to know what you wanted if you didn’t tell me? That’s unfair. That was difficult for me. I was so scared you’d hate me if you knew the things I wanted to do to you.”
Whimpering from his teasing finger and his confession, Nami bit her lip.
“What things?” Her voice was small, barely above a whisper, but he squeezed her thighs and released an airy laugh that was void of humor—filled to the brim with a wickedness that made her vagina weep. Never in her life had she pictured him making such a sound, but to be fair she never thought he’d have her bent over in the tub after sucking him off and finding him masterbating to her towel either.
A sharp hiss followed by a moan escaped her throat when he inserted his finger into her center. Pumping shallowly, he nipped the back of her thigh and placed a delicate kiss after.
“I found a magazine once…” He started slowly, finger moving languidly in and out. “It was after leaving Fushia Village. Naked people in all sorts of positions. I whacked off to it and just tossed it.” Sighing in a whimsical way, his free hand caressed her hip and ass. “You’re pretty. I’ve always thought it, but then one night after the fight with Buggy, you snuggled up to me. Your hair tickled my face and you smelled so good, that feeling came back like when I looked at the magazine but way better.”
Blinking back tears, Nami felt her heart squeeze. Her hips rocked to the rhythm of his fingers—now two. Shivering from his touch and melting at his words, she was surprised her legs were still holding her up by how violently they tremored.
“That long?”
”Mhmm.” He hummed. “But you were still so distant. You were coming around, but you still kept yourself apart from me and Zoro. After tricking guys for supplies or places to sleep, you looked so upset. You would wipe away places they touched you. I didn’t want to make you feel like I was like them. But, Nami. I want you so bad. I want to taste, touch, fuck—I want to bend you in every position that magazine showed.”
“And here I thought you didn’t have a sexual thought in that brain of yours.” She couldn’t believe she had it in her to laugh, but here she was chuckling—biting her lip right after as she moaned.
“I’m hungry, Nami.” He whispered, hot breath wafting her cunt.
“Then eat, Captain.”
Not needing to be told twice, Luffy gripped both ass cheeks and spread them, melding his face into her center. His tongue licked up her folds once, his groan vibrating and sending a shock wave up her spine. Nami’s back spasmed, fingers digging into the porcelain’s edge. Her pants turned to a shriek when he pulled her closer, tongue darting and expanding in her cunt, scraping her vaginal walls.
Knees locking, muscles giving in, Nami slid further into the tub. One hand remained on its edge while the other pressed against the bottom. Her upper body slanted down, head hanging as she cried out. Her sounds echoing back to her ears, accompanying the sounds of his slurping and lapping in a raunchy symphony. Luffy’s hands remained firm, holding her back side up and keeping his face as deep as he could.
Heat. Electricity. Tingling. There were so many ways to describe the sensations she was feeling as he devoured her, but none of them felt like they did it with true justice. The warmth and smoothness of his tongue, his breath setting fire to her nerves, the sounds of his pleased moans and slurps… It was becoming too much! She was gonna break! Crack! Explode! She didn’t know which, maybe all of the above.
“Luffy!” She wailed, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth. The rest of her sentence was nothing more than babbled gibberish as her mind hazed in and out of consciousness. “Please! Please!” She begged—begging for mercy! Begging for him to relive the overwhelming shocks that pulsed from her vagina to every nerve end.
Only he could do so. Only he could drive her to the brink of insanity like this. Only he could…
A strangled cry ripped from her throat as her body convulsed, body jerking as the tight bubble burst from her abdomen pooling out in a gush from her vagina. Luffy’s fingers anchored into her flesh, tongue lapping her essence, darting in and out of her folds.
“Yummy.” He panted, hands soothing out the flesh of her ass before giving them another squeeze. “I want seconds, but next time.” Nami whimpered thinking about a next time, already vibrating with anticipation. “I want you to do the same thing on my cock.”
Cool air hit the back of her neck as he collected her hair into his hands once again, his erection pressed against her ass as he loomed over her. He urged her up, her back arched.
“Ready?” He whispered.
Nami nodded, throat too clogged, brain too muddled, nerves too sensitive. But she was ready. She had been ready for him for months.
Luffy pushed in slowly. The grip of her hair tightened and eased as he shallowly pumped within her. Biting her lip, Nami whined softly.
“So hot.” He hissed. “I’m trying to go slow, but you’re sucking me in.”
“Just go!” She begged. “I can take it! I want it all! I want everything!”
Their hips collided, wet smacks resonating off the tiled walls. And he began to thrust into her roughly, deeply, cock buried and stretching to fill every inch of her.
Screaming his name, rocking back to meet him thrust by thrust, Nami could already feel the same coil heating and tightening in her lower abdomen. To be truly honest she wasn’t even sure if her body had fully overcome the last orgasm. It was mind numbing but her body twitched and jolted, toes curling, stars flecking her vision. She wasn’t in the bathtub anymore, she was on the cloud of ecstasy—a river of nectar that chilled and warmed her body all at once.
Luffy grunted in her ear. His pants, moans, incoherent whispers had her turning her head to face him. When he pressed his lips against hers, delicately then passionately in a matter of seconds, hips still crashing into her, all she could do was melt.
“I can feel it. You’re squeezing me. I’m gonna lose it.” He whispered, lips ghosting hers.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” She kept repeating slowly crescendoing. “Luffy, please!”
Then she shattered.
“Fuck!” Nerves sparking, colors exploding within her mind. She could feel him ground into her moving to a deep grind as she throbbed around him.
Cursing under his breath, Luffy quickly pulled out from her heat. Splatters of warmth covered her ass. She sighed with content at the feeling, smiling as if he was giving her a reward—and in a way that’s exactly what she thought it was.
Both of them slumped into the tub, panting. When she found some strength she crawled past the minor distance to climb into his lap.
Luffy smiled down at her, hand caressing her cheek and moving the hair from her face.
Nami mirrored his smile, pressing his hand closer to her face.
“I’m glad my efforts haven’t been a waste.”
Their laughter rippled through the air.