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“Luffy, you’re sunburned.”

The pirate captain in question turned around, fishing pole in hand as she sat on the railing. She kicked her legs. “No’m not.”

Nami rolled her eyes. “Yes. You. Are. Look at that!” She pointed to the red, obviously burned skin of her shoulders. Nami poked it, and Luffy yelped. 

“Hey! That—,”

“Hurts?” Nami interrupted. Luffy pouted and shrugged out from under Nami’s touch. “That’s because it’s sunburned, idiot. You need to wear sunscreen.” She stood with her arms crossed and hip popped to one side. 

“Don’t got any,” Luffy grumbled, turning back to her fishing rod. The line pulled, then went slack just as quickly. Luffy blew a razzberry out from her lips.

Nami flicked a lock of orange-gold hair out of her face. "Use mine. Or y/n's. Hers is coconut." With that, the navigator walked away. Luffy slouched in on herself, kicking her feet harder against the railing. Stupid sunburn. 

She shook it off in a minute, straightening up and starting to hum. She pulled in a reddish orange fish, then a pink-purpley one. Both were about the length of her forearm.

"Sanji!" She called, lugging her catch over to the aquarium hatch. "I got new ones! Haven't seen these before!" She dumped them into the turquoise water, watched them tumble around in a whirl of bubbles before righting themselves. Their scales flashed iridescent in the library's light.

Sanji leaned out from the galley doors, wooden spoon and mixing bowl in hand. He had on a light pink apron. "Good thing I already started some batter! We'll have fish and chips tonight." He grinned that awesome grin he got when he was offering food. Luffy cheered, jumping seven feet in the air. Her calves turned into springs with the force of her landing.

"Hahaha!" She laughed as she almost lost her balance, arms waving in circles. Sometimes that happened; her own velocity was sometimes a surprise even to her.

A warm pair of arms caught her. Luffy hiccuped as she fell into your side, almost knocking you over as well. "Hey!" You laughed, gently nudging her back onto her feet. Her toes curled in her sandals. 

"Thanks!" She grinned through the usual twinge. It had started happening a lot more recently. There'd always been that feeling: strange and pulling and awkward. Ever since she met you and brought you onto her crew. You were top-notch, too. Skilled in herbs and plants, helping Nami with her trees–you'd turned it into a real vegetable garden by now–and even helping Chopper make medicines. Usopp credited his latest jungle-blast ammo to you. It was a spiky ball laced with tiny jade seeds that burst into vines to wrap around someone on impact.

And fuck were you pretty to look at.

"Nami said you needed my sunscreen," You said, holding up a pearly white tube. You popped the cap and Luffy smelled sweet coconut. Then you were squirting a white dollop onto your palm and rubbing it into her shoulders.

"Ah!" She gasped, from the sting and the cold, "Hey, not on my sunburn!" You laughed, and lightened your touch. The sunscreen was soothing, once she got used to it.

"So you admit, it is a sunburn?" Luffy could hear the smirk in your voice as you stepped behind her, rubbing sunscreen over the backs of her shoulders she couldn't reach. You swiped your hands under her vest, inside the open sleeves to get any exposed skin. Coconut filled Luffy's nose as that twinge worsened in her stomach.

Should she pull away?

Did you know what your touch made her feel?

Luffy suddenly got worried that you might not like that she felt like that about you. She stiffened, suddenly very aware of your hands and her skin and the sticky coolness of the sunscreen. "I, uh, gotta go!" She dashed off from under your warm, soft hands and hid in her quarters.

***

Nami was no help. 

Luffy had another weird-pulling-awkward feeling around her navigator, too. Always had. Except with Nami it was less of a twinge and more of a flutter. Her soft, orange hair, creamy skin, and that clever mischief that followed her wherever she went. But Nami wasn’t interested in that sort of thing, and Luffy loved her friendship more than anything. So the captain would just watch her favorite redhead sunbathe in bikinis and pretend it didn’t make heat pool between her legs. 

Today was one such day. 

Nami was lounging on a deck chair, long limbs sparkling in the sun. Wait, actually sparkling?

Luffy walked over to investigate. 

“What’s on your skin?” She stood over Nami, blocking the sunshine from her face. Nami blinked one eye open, peering up at her in the sudden shade. 

“Sunscreen, dipshit.”

Luffy pointed to the glitter on her legs, “But it’s sparkly.” Nami readjusted her position, tits threatening to spill out of her sakura-patterned bikini. 

“Mine has seaweed glitter in it,” she reached over to show Luffy the green bottle, “Want some?”

Luffy didn’t want to risk having Nami’s hands all over her, figuring that it would be just as bad as yours. 

“Hm, nope!”

Luffy turned, needing to escape the heat in her belly yet again. But when she turned, you were standing right behind her. Blocking her path. 

“You got sunburned again,” you stated, flicking the tip of her nose. “All over your cheeks and nose,” you frowned at her. “Nami, hand me the sunscreen!”

Luffy yelped, trying to run away, but you caught her around the waist. Nami cackled behind her, and Luffy heard the loud pop of a bottle cap being opened. 

“Nooo!” She squealed, trying to wriggle out of your grasp. She went all noodley, trying her best to escape. 

“Nuh uh, rubber girl,” Nami accused, squirting a dollop right onto her shoulder. “Y/n, hold her down!”

You laughed brightly, tightening your warm arms around a frantic Luffy. You even tickled her sides. 

“Haha! Not—hah!!—fair!” The pirate captain wheezed, helpless under the two pairs of hands. If she really wanted to, she could fight them off. You both knew that. Which was why you two were giggling and messing with her. 

You tilted her hat out of her face, so gently that it took Luffy’s breath away. Your face was inches from her own. “Close your eyes,” you instructed softly, so she did. 

Cool fingertips rubbed seaweed sunscreen into her cheeks. Then her nose, jaw, forehead. Even a slight dab on her eyelids. Nami’s hands were working down her legs by now, left exposed under her denim shorts. It didn’t help that she’d worn her short-shorts today: light denim ripped at the edges. Plus she had on her smallest vest, too. The red one that buttoned just below her cleavage and ended above her belly button. 

So every inch of skin that could possibly be exposed, was exposed. 

“You’ve got such a sandal tan,” Nami said as she slipped off Luffy’s shoes. She ran delicate fingers over her ankles and tops of her feet. Luffy squirmed some more. 

“Ticklish?” You cooed into her ear, and her face went ablaze. You were carefully lifting the ends of her short, jet hair to get the back of her neck. Luffy tried not to kick Nami in the face as she switched to her other foot. 

“N-no!”

The two girls laughed, and Nami flickered her fingertips on the sole of Luffy’s foot. “Hey!” Luffy complained through bouts of giggles, “S-stop it!”

Nami just laughed before mercifully letting her go. She smirked up at Luffy, brown eyes shining. Her hands were sparkly and sticky. 

“Almost done,” you reached from behind Luffy to spread more glittery sunscreen on her belly. Luffy’s whole body jerked, the feel of your arms around her, the heat of your body behind her, even though you weren’t pressed up against her back. It was still too much. 

“I think I’m good now, thanks!” She gave one last yelp of protest before her two demon crewmates let her go. 

***

It had become an (unfortunate) routine. 

While they were in this stretch of the Grand Line, all summer all the time, you two insisted on lathering her up with sunscreen. Every day. 

Luffy didn’t know what to do. It was torturous, delicious. The hands she wanted most, caressing her body from toe to tip. The way you two giggled, held her down, let her wriggle and protest as you touched and rubbed her. It was so much for poor Luffy, but she never truly fought back. Truth be told, it was a part of the day she looked forward to, second favorite after meals. 

She’d started wearing her short-shorts more often, leaving her vests buttoned low, or tying up her t-shirts at the waist. The more skin, the better. 

But the game was still on. 

Luffy would see one of you brandishing a bottle, and she would run screaming. That made you two laugh really loud, so she kept doing it. You would usually be the one to tackle her, holding her in place while Nami started applying. Sometimes it was the sparkly one, sometimes it was coconut. They both smelled great. 

“Luffy, hold still!” You shouted, exasperated, as you pinned her to the deck. You were straddling her hips, holding her arms in place with her hands by her head. “Nami!” You called over your shoulder, “Get her legs!”

“Nooo!” Luffy howled, but she knew you heard the giggle in her voice, because you whipped your head back around with the biggest grin she’d ever seen. 

“Be good, Luffy,” you teased, “Good girls get rewards.”

That shut her up. 

Luffy gave another halfhearted wriggle, then went limp. She pouted. “What kind of rewards?” Her stomach twinged, and then fluttered as Nami stepped closer. She crouched down by her feet to start lathering her calves. 

“Meat.”

Luffy perked up immediately, “Really?!” 

You laughed, eyes crinkled. She really liked when they did that. 

“Yep! You can get half of my meat tonight. And,” you leaned down conspiratorially, your hair blocking out the sun. Your breath ghosted over her face as you spoke, “Nami maaaaaay have stolen a certain fridge key. That she maaaay let you use. Under supervision, of course." Your voice was breathy and low, mischievous and sexy and fun. 

Luffy loved fun. 

“I’ll be good!”

You straightened up with another laugh, and reached behind you for Nami to squirt some sunscreen onto your palm. 

You started on Luffy’s arms first, which she graciously held out for you. You snorted at her little “handcuff me” gesture, taking one wrist in your hand. It was the coconut one this time. 

“Why are you so squirrely?” You asked, rubbing the sunscreen up her elbow. Luffy blew air out from between her lips. 

“Feels weird.”

“It is kinda sticky,” you allow, rubbing your hands over her upper arms. You were still straddling her hips, your own denim shorts riding up your thighs. Luffy really, really liked summer. 

“It’s moisturizing," Nami called from behind you, her hands on Luffy’s knees. She tried not to shiver. Or worse, buck her hips. But the seam of her shorts was right at her clit, and each movement tugged it tighter. 

Ugh. 

“You know,” Nami mused, squirting coconut sunscreen onto the top of Luffy’s right thigh, “We should really be putting aloe on you, too. Like, after you shower. It’ll help those burns still on your shoulders.” Left thigh. 

“I hate showers!”

You rolled your eyes, “We know, captain. But you need them, as despicable as they are,” you tickled her armpits and she squeaked in protest. But you were grinning that giant grin again, so she fought back the instinct to punch you. 

She did kick her feet a little, which earned a harsh pinch from Nami. 

“You’re taking one tonight!” the navigator declared, as if she were announcing the next cardinal direction. “And you’re getting aloe on your shoulders. No complaints.”

You two finally finished your erotic torture, and stood up off her. Luffy flopped her limbs out to the side. “I’ll complain if I want,” she pouted. 

“Such a brat,” you said with utmost fondness, and left her sprawled out on the deck. 

Luffy stared up at the bluebird sky, and watched two clouds drift in front of the sun. 

***

Meat turned out to be barbecue ribs. 

Luffy cheered in glee when you slid half your rack onto her plate. There were also green beans and cornbread (which Luffy shoveled down happily), but the ribs were really the star. 

“Thanks y/n!” She beamed at you after gulping down a glass of lemony tea. “Thanks Sanji!” She waved her empty glass for a refill. Sanji obliged with a flourish. 

“Why do you have half of y/n’s portion?” He asked politely but suspiciously, pouring the light brown drink over the ice in her glass. You smiled, mouth open, but Luffy beat you to it. 

“I was good!”

Her crew stilled. 

Robin hid a smirk behind her own iced tea. “How were you…good, captain?”

“We made a deal,” you clarified, nudging Luffy’s knee with yours under the table. 

Nami piped up, “We’re teaching her about skincare,” she bit off a chunk of cornbread. 

“You’re bullying me into skincare,” Luffy objected. Chopper perked up. 

“Oh!” He clapped his hooves, “The aloe salve you requested is already in the bathroom! It’s in the mother-of-pearl jar you gave me, Nami!” He wiped his mouth with a napkin. “Apply generously to clean, dry skin. It should help relieve some discomfort!” He smiled cheerfully at Luffy: a very happy doctor. 

“Thanks, Chopper! You’re the best!” Nami squeezed him into a big hug, to which Chopper profusely disagreed—through blushes and giggles. You laughed under your breath, really just a puff of air, but Luffy looked. 

You had your (soft, would-probably-be-warm) lips rolled in. As if you were trying not to smile. 

“What’s up?” She whispered, that conspiratorial feeling coming back from when you struck that deal with her. Your eyes flicked up to hers, and Luffy suddenly remembered something Dadan had said to her:

“Look into a fox’s eyes for too long, and they’ll steal your soul!”

It was mountain bandit folklore, just something you told kids to keep them away from wild foxes. Luffy had never listened before. 

But your eyes were sparkling with the darkest, most flirtatious mischief Luffy had ever seen. And she knew now that she should have listened to Dadan. 

***

Now came the hard part. 

Luffy had bathed with both of you before, as well as Robin and the rest of their crew. But after a week of having you two tackle her, hold her down, and rub sticky lotion all over her skin, things were different. She couldn’t not think of you that way. Both pairs of hands, soothing over her heated skin. Fingertips slipping under hems and sleeves, breaths puffing into ears with laughs and inside jokes. 

She wanted you two. 

Badly. 

“Nami,” Luffy stepped up behind her as she tested the bathwater. The large, wooden bathtub stood against the wall, right under the open window. It was sunny today, with orange-gold sunset hues streaming in. Orange-gold like Nami’s hair. Which was clipped up with a pink hair-thingy to keep from getting wet. 

“What’s up, Luffy?” She poured something from a pink bottle into the water. It smelled like tea roses. 

“Do we have to bathe together?”

Luffy was still in her t-shirt and shorts, and she could hear the sounds of your clothes dropping behind her. Nami had untied the strings of her butter-yellow bikini, but the cups hadn’t fallen down. 

“You don’t want to?”

Luffy’s heart hit the floor. 

No, I really, really want to. That’s the problem. 

She cleared her throat. 

“Well, it doesn’t matter. I already filled the tub,” Nami stood up, flicking droplets from her fingers. “And it’s the perfect temperature. Saves water, anyway.” Nami spoke casually, a teeny tiny contrast from the absolutely uncasual voice screaming inside Luffy’s head. 

Should she run?

She didn't want to. 

In fact, she wanted to stay right where she was and get naked with her two favorite people and let them apply generously all over her body. 

“Okay!”

Luffy stripped. 

The three of you washed off the sweat and salt from the day, sitting in a row at the seated showers. Nami used about ten different products, you about five, and Luffy maybe two. It used to be one: just the cheapest bar of hand soap she could find, usually blue or green. But Nami had freaked when she found out Luffy used it for her whole body, including her hair. 

“No way,” she’d said, “We’re getting you actual shampoo. And conditioner.”

And had dragged Luffy to the nearest beauty store on the nearest island. Nami had initially tried to get Luffy to do a whole skincare routine, which made her feel like she was backstage at a circus putting on clown makeup. 

Nami had eventually given up, and was just happy Luffy was using two different soaps for her body and hair. 

Sometimes Luffy even used the spring green conditioner she’d bought. It did make her hair softer…

Did Nami care about soft hair?

Did you?

Luffy paused, hands in her sudsy hair. She peeked over at you to see you rinsing off a face mask. This one was pink and smelled like clay. 

Nami was on her other side, rinsing off the last of the soap from her arms. 

You both were almost done. 

Luffy shrugged and rinsed out the shampoo from her hair. She could worry about conditioner later. 

***

The water was warm. 

Luffy was sleepy, soaking in the tea-rose-scented bathwater. It wasn’t seawater, but it still drained her slightly. Nami was on her left side, you on her right. There was enough space in the bath for the three of you to spread out. Luffy leaned her head back against the wooden rim of the tub. 

“Wha’s the weather forecast?” She mumbled, enjoying the steam on her face. 

“80 degrees and sunny for the next two days,” Nami mused out the window, “And it should get to 84 by the next island. I actually saw in the last atlas I got that this island has a huge lake! It should be freshwater too, so you can come swimming!” Nami smiled at Luffy, whose poor, lesbian heart fluttered. 

“Oh, that’ll be fun!” You shifted in the water, causing gentle ripples. The swell of your tits barely broke the water, the tea rose oil Nami had poured in making your skin glossy. “We can bring an inner tube, just in case!”

“I dunno if I’ve ever seen Luffy in a swimsuit,” Nami tilted her head. The wispy orange hairs around her face were curling. She moved her leg in the water to bump ankles with Luffy. “Do you have one?”

Luffy shook her head. “Back when I was a kid I had one, before I ate the gum-gum fruit. I was a great swimmer!” She grinned. 

“You are athletic,” you praised, shooting her a glossy smile. “You’re probably good at every sport.”

Luffy’s smile fell as she remembered shaky knees on roller skates. 

“Uhh…yeah, probably!”

Nami snorted but spared her captain’s pride. You had joined them after the Davy Back games. Luffy swallowed. 

“Can I just wear one of yours?” She asked Nami. Who, to Luffy’s utter surprise, laughed in her face. 

“What?! They won’t fit!” She burst into giggles, the water rippling around her. Luffy frowned. 

“What’s the joke?”

You rolled in your lips against a smile again, a tick Luffy had noticed the first day she met you. Always holding back your grins. Luffy had weasled out most of your big ones by now, making it a point to get you to smile more. Laugh more. 

“Cmon, y/n, tell me!” She splashed water at you with her foot. 

“Nami’s tits are huge, Luffy!” You splashed back, and she spluttered as rosy water hit her face. 

“What’s that matter?!” She scrubbed at her eyes so she could glare at the two of you. Nami looked at her in pity. 

“Because yours aren’t.” 

Oh.

Luffy looked down at her own chest. Then at Nami’s, still half hidden in the water. Then at yours, areolas peeking out in half moons. Then back at hers. 

“Seas, Luffy! Have you not noticed?” You laughed in disbelief. Luffy slunk down further in the water. 

Bubbles blew from her mouth. 

She’d definitely paid attention to your two racks, but never her own. She’d never thought much of anything about her body, in that department. She didn’t use her feminine charms (if she even had any) the way Nami did. And she wasn’t as soft and curvy as you. Luffy was strong and elastic. She was a monster. Gears and warlords and battles fought and won had proved that. 

“Your tits are cute,” you said across the tub, moving your leg so ripples ran across the water. Luffy straightened up in defiance. 

“I’m not cute!!”

Both you and Nami laughed, which made heat rise to Luffy's face. "I'm not!" She insisted. She surged up, water splashing, her biceps flexed in proof, "I'm strong!"

"Yes, Luffy, very strong," Nami rolled her eyes. She scooted over to her, tits now fully visible from the lower water level. Half the bath was probably on the tile floor. Luffy wondered briefly why neither of you had bitten off her head for the disturbance. 

Nami settled in by Luffy's side, who was standing in now hip-deep water. The redhead had this soft lilt to her voice, and she was staring up at Luffy like she wanted her money. Her hand came out of the water to gently grab Luffy’s wrist, turning it over so she could squeeze her forearm. Nami’s hands were paler and more slender than hers, and a lot softer as they ran up to squeeze her flexed bicep, too. “And cute.”

Luffy pouted.

But you piped up before she could complain, "You have these puppy dog eyes that get you whatever you want," you had that I'm-gonna-steal-your-money look, too. What the hell was going on?

"I do?"

"Oh yeah," you smirked, floating over to sit at her other side. Luffy felt her heartbeat quicken at the close proximity of two very fun, very naked girls at her hips. "Zoro never says no to you, and Sanji always gives you extra food, even when he swears he won't."

Luffy pursed her lips. "I guess that's true…but isn't that because I'm the captain?"

You shook your head.

"It's because you're Luffy."

She didn't know what to think of that.

"Cmon," Nami said, reaching down to unplug the bath. "Aloe time."

***

Luffy sat on the edge of Nami's bed, tits out and pajama shorts on. Nami was kneeling behind her, slathering green, gooey gel onto her sunburned shoulders. You were standing in front of her, softly rubbing the gel into the burns on her face. Your fingertips soothed wet aloe over her cheeks, nose, and forehead. 

"This feels weird," Luffy's nose wrinkled. The stuff smelled nice, and it was cooling on her skin, but it was thick and weird and goopy. "How long do I have to keep this on?"

"For the rest of the night," Nami instructed. Luffy gasped and turned her head in disbelief.

"The whole night?! No way!" She was already starting to get claustrophobic. Nami quirked her lips, staring unimpressed at her 360 degree head turn. She poked Luffy's cheek to re-right her head. Which meant she was staring face-to-face with you again.

You were leaning in too close, so much so that she could see the outer ring of your irises that were darker than the insides. Your breath smelled like ribs.

What would you do if she kissed you?

Luffy desperately wanted to find out, but then you were stepping away to grab something from the closet. "Here," you shook out a hoodie, big and oversized and dark plum. "Wear this so you don't get gel on your hammock. It'll feel less weird, too."

Luffy pouted but let you tug the big hoodie over her head. It smelled like you.

She fingered the collar before bringing it up to her nose to sniff. You snorted. "See, you are cute! That was a cute thing you just did." You reached down to roll up the hoodie's too-long sleeves (they kinda reminded Luffy of Uta's jacket–huh, wonder how she's doing?). "You do cute shit like that all the time, actually."

Luffy's nose wrinkled again as Nami slipped out of the bed from behind her. "Like what?"

"Like closing your eyes and saying 'ah' when someone hands you food." You rolled up the other sleeve, to just above Luffy's wrist. Nami moved to her vanity to start dabbing the aloe salve onto her own shoulders. She was in a pink tank top that hugged her curves and ended just below her ribcage. You were in a comfy, pastel romper.

"Or running and screaming when we try to protect you from the sun," Nami smirked at Luffy through her reflection. The captain kicked her feet.

"Or when you laugh. Or when you–,"

"Okay, okay! I get it!" Luffy waved her arms, then flopped back onto the bed. She stared at the wooden beams of the ceiling, felt her home rock in the ocean beneath her. Franky had really built them the greatest ship in the world.

"Why don't you wanna be cute?" You sat crosslegged on the bed next to her, the mattress dipping under your weight. You started combing through Luffy's wet hair, always left tangled after her showers. "Cute is a good thing."

"No it's not!" Luffy itched under her chin, "Cute means like, little. Weak."

"Well, the whole world knows you're not weak," Nami capped the mother-of-pearl jar on her vanity. "What's our captain's bounty again?"

"300 million!" you chirped from above Luffy's head. She opened her eyes to see you smiling down at her. Proud.

Well.

She could handle proud.

***

Luffy stared at the ceiling in her hammock, slung across the far wall of the girls' room. You were in a bunk bed above Robin, and Nami had the biggest bed all to herself. No one really minded. Sometimes Luffy would sleep in the boys' room: they left an empty hammock for her just in case. She almost never slept in the captain's quarters.

But tonight was different.

Luffy listened to the soft breaths of her sleeping crewmates, trying to slow down her own. But her whole body was hot. On high alert. She couldn't stop replaying the image of Nami floating towards her in the bath, looking up at her with those eyes and those tits, and those hands that had softly caressed Luffy's arm muscles. She couldn't stop feeling your hands in her wet hair. She couldn't stop smelling your perfume on the dark plum hoodie.

Luffy mumbled a curse.

Fine.

She swung out of her hammock, landing as lightly as she could on her bare feet. The dark night shrouded her as she padded across the deck towards her cabin. It was a half-moon out, with pinprick stars swathed across the satin sky.

Luffy locked the door behind her.

She let out a frustrated huff of air as she shed her pajama shorts on the way to the too-big bed. It was a lovely cabin, honestly. Practical and nice but not too ornate. Muted reds and soft golds, with her jolly roger strung along the wall. It was exactly her taste. 

But sleeping alone was not.

But tonight Luffy was itchy and hot and she needed something. So she flopped under the covers and let her knees fall open. Her middle and ring fingers found her clit, past hair and wet lips, and started rubbing. She didn't do this often–hardly at all–but when she did it was usually hard and fast. She usually didn't even think of much, either. Just the zap and tingle, her hands on her body, an orgasm, and that was it.

Now…

She thought of you.

Your hands, instead of hers. Strong and warm and so so careful. The way you would rub her body with sunscreen, light and gentle but with enough pressure to still feel good. She wanted your fingers to press harder, grip tighter, to hold her down and make her take pleasure. Whatever you had to give her.

Luffy imagined you straddling her, just like when you'd pinned her to the deck. Your denim shorts riding up your thighs, revealing skin and heat and more. She thought of you grinding down against her, her hands on your hips as you rode her thigh. How you'd crash your clit down onto her hipbone. Maybe your tits would be out. Maybe you'd lean forward enough that Luffy could suck on them.

Luffy heard a tiny whine leave her throat. Her tongue moved in her mouth, imagining the soft bud between her lips. It got too much, until she had to stick the knuckle of her index finger inside her mouth and suck. What would you taste like? Sweat and salt? Or coconut?

Nami…

What if Nami's hands were on her too? 

Or her mouth?

Luffy's fingers quickened, her hips tensing. She imagined Nami on top of her, too. Gods, what if you both rode each of her thighs? She was gonna be Pirate King, but she wanted to be your throne. What if–oh, fuck–what if you crawled up her body so you could ride her face?

Her pussy clenched, her teeth biting down on her knuckle as she imagined your taste. She wanted so badly to have her mouth on you. Her lips on your clit, sucking hard. Her tongue inside you. Would you like that?

Luffy snuck a hand under her (your) hoodie to grab her breast. She flicked her mosquito bite nipple until shimmers ran down her spine. She could stretch her tongue, if you wanted. She could reach deeper and farther and harder and faster and better than any guy you'd ever been with. She'd ruin you for anyone else.

She'd make you hers.

"Mine," Luffy whispered, imagining the scent of your neck as she'd bury her face in it. How your hair would tickle her. How you'd coo and whisper and stroke her skin as she came. How you'd gasp and laugh as she'd flip you over, stick her face between your legs and eat and eat and eat until you were writhing beneath her. Coming on her face.

Fuck fuck fuck

Luffy shuddered as her orgasm hit.

She sighed, body falling limp. 

This hoodie still smelled like you.

***

The next two days passed quickly.

80 and sunny, just like Nami had said.

She, Luffy, you, and Robin were all in a clothing "boo-teek" as Nami had called it. The rest of the crew already had bathing suits and were at the lake. Luffy had seen the beach from the crow's nest: a huge, freshwater lake in the middle of the island. There were several beach areas around the perimeter, most people gathered along the southern edge.

"There's a special beach area at the northeast tip," Nami had said in hushed tones as they docked, "But you can't let the boys know about it. Especially not Sanji."

"Why not Sanji?" Luffy had been munching on an apple core as they stepped down the gangplank. Nami had turned to her with a decidedly feline glint.

"Because it's a girls-only beach…," Nami whispered, to which Luffy wholeheartedly understood. But Nami wasn't done, "And it's topless."

Luffy had almost choked on her apple.

Now, she and half her crew were shopping through racks of swimsuits. Apparently they didn't need the tops, but both you and Nami insisted Luffy get a whole set. This store was organized by color, which Luffy greatly appreciated.

She was peering through the row of reds when she felt you come up beside her. Luffy had been trying not to think about how she'd masturbated to the thought of you, and hoped she'd been coming off as normal. She didn't run and scream when you guys put sunscreen on her anymore. 

"Try this."

You held out a bikini on a hanger, deep scarlet with gold dangly bits hanging off it. Luffy took a gold thingy and saw it was a pendant in the shape of a sun. She took a closer look and saw the bikini had three suns: one at each hip and one hanging off the middle of the bra. 

"Nice," she breathed.

You grinned, and followed her to the dressing room.

***

Nami had walked away with five new swimsuits, all different shades of pink. You'd gotten a deep plum bikini, the same color as your hoodie. Robin bought a strapless white one piece, and Luffy was sporting her brand new scarlet-sun bikini herself.

"I'll be joining the boys at the south beach," Robin hummed as she adjusted her sunglasses. She was wearing a big floppy hat, too. Luffy liked the look of it, but then again, she was probably biased.

"Okay!" Nami cheerfully replied, stuffing the bikinis she bought (at a very reasonable 89% discount) into her oversized beach bag. "Don't let the others know where we are!"

"Wouldn't dream of it," Robin smiled her secret smile, then turned down the boardwalk path towards said beach.

"Looks like it's just us!" You said, mirroring Nami's cheerfulness. Luffy walked in between you two, elbows bumping as she swung her arms. Her sandals slapped against the sandy boardwalk. You had her clear inner tube slung over one shoulder. 

Luffy pretended to be normal about that fact, and snuck a rubber arm into Nami's bag to grab the bento boxes Sanji had packed for them this morning.

Nami slapped her hand away.

"Ughh, cmon! I'm starving!" Luffy complained. Nami just switched her bag to the opposite shoulder. That didn't make much of a difference, because Luffy could stretch, but she didn't try her luck again. Angry, mean Nami was sexy, but Luffy didn't know how much sexy she could handle right now. Every nerve ending in her rubber body was set alight. She felt like a twelve year old boy, with how the only thing running through her horny brain was boobs boobs boobs. 

"...figured we could crash at the hotel," Nami was saying. Luffy swallowed back the boobs train to focus in. "We could get a king size and share the bed."

Holy fucking shit.

Was Nami trying to kill her?!

"Sounds great!" Luffy heard herself cheer, bounding up ahead. The faster they got there, the better.

"Luffy, wrong way!"

"Shishi, oops!"

***

The water sparkled.

It stretched out for miles, glittering sapphire surrounded by distant forest. There were clouds in the sky, too, but the sun was hot and it was mostly blue.

"Ahh, this is so nice!" You stretched your arms over your head, plum bikini still on. Everyone else at the beach was all already topless. But Luffy didn't even see them. All that mattered was the fabric between her eyes and your tits, and she had to clench her hands into fists to keep from ripping it off herself.

"I'm so excited to get rid of these tan lines," Nami said, reaching behind her neck to untie the strings of her candy pink bikini. Luffy couldn't breathe. All she could do was watch. Every Marine admiral could have shown up with an armada of seastone harpoons and Luffy wouldn't have cared. Nami was stripping.

And it was so different than a bath. Or when they changed clothes.

It was under the sun and the gods and Luffy's eyes.

It was special.

You also dropped your bikini top, and Luffy physically bit her tongue to make sure she looked over her shoulder at a normal speed to see it.

You caught her looking regardless, and smirked like you knew exactly what her gay little brain was thinking. You stood with your hand on your hip and a hand shading your eyes from the sun.

"Your turn."

Luffy almost ripped the fabric apart. The scarlet bikini top was discarded with the other two, and Luffy was on a public beach with her two crushes, sitting topless on sandy towels.

"Sunscreen!" Nami held up her green bottle–the sparkly kind–and Luffy's heart did its usual Nami-flutter. Except this time turned up to a thousand percent. Because Nami was scooting closer to her on the towel, her tits bouncing with the movement, and her hands were on Luffy's shoulders again. The aloe salve had actually helped with the flaky sunburns.

You sat down in front of her, your stomach rolling over your plum bikini. Luffy straightened out her legs so you could start applying. You arched an eyebrow.

"Oh, you're being so good for us!" You sounded genuinely pleased, although Luffy knew you were teasing.

"Do I get meat?"

You snickered, "Maybe."

Nami moved on to Luffy's arms, squeezing her biceps as she went. Luffy flexed, and hoped she didn't just imagine the hitch in her navigator's breath.

"I'm strong, yeah?" Luffy's voice came out scratchy, and it surprised (and delighted) her to hear Nami's just as scratchy when she answered.

"The strongest, captain."

Luffy adored that.

Your hands rubbed her thighs.

"All done!"

Luffy looked up in shock. Both pairs of hands left her body. She could feel the sunscreen that was smeared across most of her skin, but there were a couple areas still lacking. Two very specific areas.

"But you didn't do all of me!"

You just snorted and tossed the sunscreen bottle onto her lap. "You can do your boobs yourself."

"Nuh uh!" Luffy'd had it. Stupid teasing. Stupid sunscreen. Stupid you and stupid Nami for wrestling her down and giving her seven hundred new fetishes every damn day. She shoved the bottle right back into your hand.

"Luffy?" You asked, voice softer. You stared at her, and she stared right back. She was an expert in holding her ground.

Maybe she'd steal your soul instead.

"Greedy," Nami purred into her ear, reaching out her hand for you to pour sunscreen into. Luffy watched with shivered breaths as Nami slowly rubbed the lotion between her palms. The seaweed flecks sparkled on her hands.

Nami slowly stroked her way up Luffy's belly, squeezing her sides before finally, finally touching her captain where she wanted her most. She spread the sunscreen over Luffy's tits, hands light and gentle. 

"Harder."

Luffy heard the pout in her own command.

Nami's hands stilled, cupping each of her breasts. She was sitting behind Luffy, her own chest brushing against Luffy's back. Experimentally, she squeezed.

Luffy's whole body relaxed.

Nami giggled, fondling her tits with sunscreen hands as Luffy fell back against her. It felt amazing. Nami's hands were slender and soft, a far cry from Luffy's own callouses. She even rubbed her thumbs over her nipples.

"Ah!" Luffy gasped at the electricity (or, what she thought electricity must feel like–she was rubber, after all). You were now in between her legs (when had they opened?), with your hands on her thighs.

"Can I try?"

Luffy nodded eagerly, sitting up as you touched her. You had on a rare grin: sheepish and sexy and flustered. Luffy made you flustered.

She could get used to that.

Nami moved her hands back to Luffy's waist as you took your turn. Your hands were wider than Nami's, and a little bit rougher from rigging sails. 

You softly cupped her breasts, another rare smile on your face. Luffy felt heat in her cheeks as you explored her chest. You pulled on her nipples, then soothed them with your thumbs. You bounced them a little in your palms, before a whistle blew. 

“HEY! This is a topless beach, not an orgy beach!” All three of you whipped your heads around to see a lifeguard waving her arm in a universal “cut it out” gesture. 

To Luffy’s utter dismay, your hands left her. 

“She was putting sunscreen on me!” Luffy shouted back, but the lifeguard gave her a thumbs down. Luffy was about to protest but Nami squeezed her arm. 

“It’s fine, Lu. We have a hotel to crash at, remember?”

“Oh yeah!” Luffy’s mood skyrocketed. “Let’s go right now!”

“Wait!” you grinned as you stood up, grabbing the big inner tube, “I wanna see if you drown!”

Luffy burst into a laugh, and jumped up to chase after you into the water. 

“LUFFY!!!” You shrieked as she tackled you, falling headfirst into the waves. Luffy laughed and got a mouthful of lake water. She stood up, coughing with her feet on squishy sand. The water was up to her waist. There was a slight current that rocked her back and forth as she hacked.

“ACK!” She spluttered out a lung. 

You did your happy witch cackle, then threw the inner tube over her to pull her further out into the waves. 

Nami waded out to join you two eventually, skin pink and glowy from the sun. You were hanging off the side of the inner tube, legs lazily kicking as you floated. Luffy was leaned over the side, tits squished against the plastic. The water was so cool against her body; it’d been so long since she’d been in a large body of water that wasn’t trying to kill her. The current caressed her legs as you caressed her hair. 

“You’re so pretty with your hair wet,” you whispered, pushing her fringe away from her face. “And you’ve got a widow’s peak. Is it weird to say your hairline is sexy?”

Luffy laughed, “Haha! Probably!” Then she tilted her head. “I don’t think anyone’s ever called me sexy before.”

“Their loss,” Nami said coolly, grabbing onto the inner tube on Luffy’s other side. She tucked an orange lock of hair behind her ear. “Everyone’s jealous of the Straw Hats because we have the sexiest captain.”

Luffy’s whole body went pink. 

“Luffy…?” Nami sounded surprised, looking down at Luffy’s arms. She followed her gaze and was also surprised to see steam rising from her skin. 

“Did that kick you into Gear 2?” You asked, such a tease. Luffy kicked her legs, cheeks puffed out. 

“If you had Gears you’d be like this too!”

Nami leaned forward to kiss her puffed-out cheek. “Yeah, you’re probably right.” Then she kissed her jaw, then her ear. She tugged on it with her teeth. 

“Careful!!” you mock-whispered, “The lifeguard might yell at us again!”

Luffy’s brain was in Gear 2: heated and hyperfocused. Her hands got itchy like before she threw the first punch. “Can we go to the hotel now?” She had a hurricane of energy inside her body, and she needed to get it out. 

“You’re done with the water?” Nami asked, little sparkly droplets glistening on her face. The sun broke from a cloud at that exact moment to make her brown eyes look gold. 

Luffy nodded. 

“Yep.”

You laughed, her favorite sound to hear you make, and started kicking through the water to carry her back to shore, inner tube and all. Luffy planned to get a lot more favorite sounds out of you, as soon as she had you behind a locked door. 

***

“Luffy!” Nami gasped as she got pushed onto the king size bed. The hotel room was swanky, all glossy teakwood furniture and turquoise accents. Luffy barely saw it as she mounted her navigator. 

“I thought you didn’t like romance,” she accused, hands already untying Nami’s striped bathing suit cover thingy. Luffy was tired of being thrown around. 

“I don’t like men,” Nami clarified, which made Luffy’s butterfly heart clench. “I like you. I’ve wanted to eat you since Shells Town.” Her voice was catching, breaths speeding up as Luffy roughed off her clothes. 

“Why the fuck didn’t you do anything?” Luffy finally ripped the thing away, “We could have gotten here ages ago.”

“Wasn’t ready,” Nami breathed, meeting her eyes with a serious vulnerability Luffy hadn’t seen since Arlong Park. Her lips were pink as she parted them, letting out a shaky confession. 

“You saved me, Lu.”

Always. 

Every time.

But the only thing Luffy could manage to say was a choked, “Nami,” and crashed her mouth against her navigator’s. 

This was Luffy’s first kiss. 

She was clumsy, she could tell, from Nami’s surprised sounds and little laughs. She wanted to eat her alive. But her frantic sucking and smushing eventually slowed as she followed Nami’s lead. 

Her lips were soft. 

Thinner than Luffy’s own, and they tasted like honey. Her cheeks were so delicate, like flower petals. Luffy brushed her fingertips over them, feeling the heat of her blush. Proof she wanted Luffy. 

“You’re mine, cat burglar.”

Nami hiccupped, then wrapped her arms around Luffy’s neck. Luffy sucked a kiss under her jaw, emotions welling up that spilled out in half-rasped growls. 

“I won’t have anyone else for my navigator. I mean it. You’re gonna take me straight to the One Piece, see me crowned Pirate King, and I’m gonna make sure you feel so good every step of the way.” Luffy bit down on the crook of Nami’s neck, making sure to leave a mark. Sanji could go fuck himself.

“Yes, Luffy, yes,” Nami was gasping, hands in her captain’s hair as she kissed down to her collarbone. 

The mattress dipped as you crawled over to them. 

“What about me?”

It was spoken almost silently. Barely a breath. Luffy wrapped a rubber arm around your waist without looking. She brought you into her so she could bury her face in your neck. 

“I need you.” 

Luffy spoke with absolute confidence, sinking her teeth into your shoulder. She’d mark you both up so much the crew wouldn’t even ask what happened. They’d all just see it and understand. 

Mine mine mineminemineminemine

“Need me for what?” You had this little bluebird flutter to your voice, and Luffy wanted to soothe your nerves like aloe on sunburns. 

“For your smile.”

She hoped you felt it. The depth, the weight. She’d put her dreams in your hands and she knew you’d never let them fall. 

You must have understood, because you melted into her. Luffy held you steady as you all but collapsed into the mattress. Your captain giggled against your neck, smooching you some more as you got your balance. 

Then she pressed her lips to yours. 

Plush, marshmallow lips that tasted like coconut sugar. She licked your bottom lip until you let her in. Luffy plunged her tongue inside your mouth, tasting more sugar as she explored. Kissing made her insides weird. Fuzzy and magnetic like her whole core was being pulled by both your collective gravities. 

Nami was untying her captain’s bikini strings. She was a skilled pickpocket: getting Luffy’s clothes off before the dark-haired girl even noticed. 

Then her cherry pink tongue was on Luffy’s left nipple, and she saw stars. 

“Ahh~!” Luffy whined, breaking your spit-slick kiss. Nami rolled her nipple with her lips, magical hands kneading her small breast. You started kissing across her collarbone, until your lips were at her other nipple, and you started sucking. 

Tongues and lips plied gasps and moans from Luffy’s throat. Her whole chest was tingling. You swiped your tongue over her hard bud, licking it over and over again like an ice cream cone. Nami was slowly sucking, her lips soft and her moans softer. Luffy’s head fell back, hips rocking without her trying. 

“Need more,” she breathed. 

Nami’s hand snuck down between Luffy’s thighs, finding her clit already hard and swollen. “Good girl,” she whispered, and Luffy had a full body shiver. 

Why was that so hot?

Both girls sucked on her tits as Nami played with her clit. It was Luffy’s heaven. Your hand grabbed her ass at some point, kneading and squeezing as you suckled. Nami’s third finger swiped down to her entrance, dipping in just a bit. Luffy could tell she was soaked, especially with how approving Nami’s moan was. 

She slipped her finger inside. 

And then she was stroking inside Luffy’s pussy, pressing hard but not rough. Luffy felt her walls pulse around it, and then something really happened that had her shouting out in surprised pleasure. Nami pressed against the same spot, rubbing back and forth. You licked her nipple before biting a hickey into the side of her breast. Luffy writhed. You both had her pretty much pinned, arms and mouths on her as she knelt on the bed. 

Nami pressed the heel of her palm into her clit. 

“Nami—!” was all Luffy could gasp out before an orgasm sucker punched her in the gut. 

“Yes, captain, fuck,” you groaned, squeezing her ass tighter as she bucked and spasmed. 

It almost felt like drowning. 

Eventually, she could breathe oxygen again. 

You two were stroking her, cooing little whispered praises about how pretty she was, how good she did, how lucky they were…

“Bullshit!” Luffy laughed, wiping sweat off her forehead, “I’ve never felt this lucky in my life!”

Nami tweaked her nipple. “Not even getting saved by lightning in Loguetown?”

Luffy firmly shook her head. “Nope. This wins.”

That had both her girls laughing, which made her grin. 

Luffy stretched an arm out to Nami’s discarded beach bag, grabbing the bento boxes and ripping them open with one hand. She shoved the first thing she could into her mouth: two takoyakis, whole. “Need t’recharge,” she said around the food, slurping mayonnaise off her fingers. 

Nami and you shared a look, and then they both pounced. 

Luffy squawked as she found herself in the now very familiar position of being pinned by two beautiful women. 

“Eat,” you commanded, holding up a takoyaki to her lips. Luffy eagerly opened her mouth and said ahh!

That got a good laugh, and you popped the takoyaki into her mouth. Luffy chewed through a happy grin. The octopus flavor burst inside her mouth. Nami started kissing down her stomach, pushing her bare legs apart. Luffy looked between you two to see you still had your swimsuits on. She frowned.

"Hey not fair," Luffy swallowed her bite, "Take your clothes off, too."

Nami bit the fat of her thigh. "Is that an order, captain?"

Luffy started nodding before her title even left Nami's mouth. "Mhmm!"

You kissed her ear, and held up a slice of marinated pork to her lips. Luffy could really get used to this.

"Aye, aye."

You stood off the bed, which gave Luffy a full body view but also meant you weren't cozied up next to her. She reached out a rubber arm to curl around your waist while you stripped. She even helped untie the straps on your left hip.

Touch.

She could never get enough.

Nami was still between her thighs, leaving bruises with her teeth.

Luffy nudged her with her knee. "You too."

So Nami straightened up, and did the cutest little striptease. Luffy reached over to grab another pork slice, licking sauce from her thumb. Nami slowly took off her bikini for Luffy's viewing pleasure. Eventually the pink, wet fabric was tossed aside and Nami was crawling back between her legs. Luffy welcomed her in, reaching up to stroke her pretty hair.

"Ew, Luffy! You have grease on your hand!" Nami complained as she swatted her hand away. Luffy grumbled but kept her hand to herself.

You finished your striptease too, coming back to tuck yourself into Luffy's side. She unwound her arm from your waist so she could play with your breasts. You scratched her scalp.

"You can touch me with dirty hands, I don't care."

The hottest flirt Luffy'd ever heard.

So Luffy grabbed your tits with both hands, and buried her face between them. She only just refrained from fucking motorboating them.

Her whole body was hot. 

Her pussy was still clenching from her orgasm, her limbs shivery and head buzzy. Nami was slowly inching her lips closer to her vagina, before delicately stroking it with her tongue. Little kitten licks on her clit while Nami stared up at her with big, brown eyes. Like dark caramel. The really good kind. The sunset streaming through the window hit her eyes again, throwing them amber while she ate her out.

Luffy could still hear the waves of the lake outside, could smell the mossy freshwater scent. Even the breeze was warm.

"Naaamiii…," she groaned, eyes falling shut. Nami slipped her tongue inside as you started kissing on Luffy's neck. Your scent was so sweet, Luffy turned her head to breathe in your hair. You'd kept it up during the swim so it was still mostly dry. You smelled like vanilla and buttercream. "Sooo good."

You hummed, pleased, and pressed your lips to hers again. Luffy let her hand drift down your stomach, squeezing the roll before greedily stroking your pussy. You were soft and wet, and Luffy realized this was the first time she'd touched someone else's pussy.

"What do you like?" She asked, hoarse.

"Inside," you instructed, little songbird, and Luffy happily obliged. You were so warm. Luffy marveled at the squishy feeling, and crooked her finger experimentally. You gasped, which Luffy loved, so she pressed harder.

"Fuck!" You shuddered on her hand, and Luffy could feel your stuttering heartbeat. 

Fuck is right.

You grabbed her wrist, stilling her movements. "I came, fuck," you panted, and Luffy stared in disbelief.

"No way."

"Yes way," Nami pulled away to lick her lips, "She cums really fast."

"What the fuck?!" Luffy shot straight up, legs clamping around Nami's head as she did. The redhead giggled, and buried her face back between Luffy's major lips. The rubber girl moaned and fell back limp against the feather pillows. "How long…?"

"Since just before Thriller Bark," Nami tongued at her clit. Her voice was so rattley, purring like a big cat. Her chin was wet.

"No way…," Luffy repeated, spine arching as her second orgasm crept higher. The thought of you two…kissing, touching, mouthing on each other like you were mouthing on her. Did you eat each other out? Did you fuck with a strap on? Luffy had to watch.

You started sucking her right tit again, tongue fast and flexible. Luffy felt her breath leave her as she remembered one of her fantasies. "Wait wait wait," she breathed, sitting up and motioning Nami to scoot back. "Sit on my face," she commanded, getting comfortable on her back. Nami shuffled a bit to refind her position, this time adding fingers to her magical touches.

You hesitated.

"I'm kinda heavy…"

Luffy clicked her tongue in annoyance. "Stupid y\n. I'm rubber, remember?" And with that she grabbed your hips and forced you onto her face.

"Ah! Luffy!" You squealed as her tongue hit your folds. You had a soft, wet pussy and Luffy sucked you like a lollipop. You tasted acidic.

Say my name again.

She had her mouth full though, so all she managed was a heady moan.

Nami sucked Luffy's clit harder than before, and the poor captain's eyes rolled back as she came with your pussy on her face. You stroked her hair, just like she wanted, and called her all these pretty names…

"Good captain, pretty girl, so sexy," you rocked your hips on her tongue. Pretty girl. Huh, she'd never considered that. As her high settled, with twitches and colors, she found a rhythm with her mouth. Lick you up and down, slurp your wetness, suck your clit. Stick her tongue inside, thrust it in and out. Lick you up and down again.

You were squirming on her face. Your thighs were plump and warm around her head, and she figured she could die here, utterly fulfilled. Maybe the One Piece was just a bunch of lesbian sex. The thought made her laugh, which must have vibrated your pussy, because you started moaning and twitching yourself. Did she just make you cum with her laugh?

You lifted your hips off her face, panting and sweaty, but Luffy wasn't done. She didn't even say comprehensible words. Just frustrated a huff into your vagina and shoved her tongue inside you. She stretched it without asking.

"Luffy! You bitch, fuck!"

Luffy swallowed a surge of wet ecstasy, heart glowing in pride. She sure had some new favorite sounds to think about later. Nami curled her fingers (two, now) before pulling out. She heard Luffy's whine and flicked her thigh.

"Don't worry, I'll be right back."

Luffy vaguely heard her rummage in her bag, before the bed dipped under her weight again. There was a click and then–

Bzzzzz

Luffy's whole body twitched in anticipation.

No way no way no way no way

The vibrator hit her clit.

You laughed above her as she screamed. Luffy's legs kicked out, hips bucking until Nami held her down.

"Take it, Lu~"

And oh fuck–

Luffy came harder than she'd ever had in her life. Fuck her fingers. Fuck her hands. She needed one of those under her pillow stat. 

All she could do was swallow your slick and fuck you with her tongue. Wetness dripped down her face and into her hair. She didn't care. She wanted to smell like you for weeks.

The whole room reeked of sex.

You screamed, voice cracking as what must be your third orgasm by now wracked through you. "Okay, okay!" You protested, swinging your leg back around her head so you could collapse on your side. You had your hand draped gracefully next to you on the pillow. A piece of art.

Nami put the vibrator on her own clit.

Luffy shot out her arms to grab her navigator by the waist. "Don't you dare," she growled, and snapped Nami to her chest, facing away from her. Luffy's tits pressed against her back, legs wrapped around her. The newly no-longer-a-virgin pirate took the vibrator into her own hand and pressed it hard against Nami's clit. The toy was smooth, pale pink and shaped like a longish bullet.

Luffy found the button that made it go faster.

"Luffy!" Nami cried, and gods did Luffy drink up the sound of her name like that. Usually Nami said her name in exasperation, or yelled it, or cursed it to the high heavens. She was always bonking her head, or bossing her around. And Luffy loved it. Loved every second. She wanted Nami to hit harder, if anything.

"Take it~" Luffy cooed, biting on the shell of her ear. She tugged, and Nami shivered.

"Like that…," she arched, so Luffy sucked and bit and kissed. She pressed the vibrator harder, then stroked it up and down. She tested it at her entrance, before sliding it back up to her clit. She circled it, going by pure instinct and the only experience she had at touching herself.

Nami took a little longer to cum.

But Luffy was patient–probably for the first time ever–and just pleasured her sweet girl for as long as she needed. Anything, anything. She wanted to say it, but she was too busy groaning and biting. When she did manage to speak, it was the one word that had been playing over and over in her mind ever since she fixed her hat.

"Mine."

Nami cried out, "Yours, Luffy, seas–!" 

And she was coming undone.

Both women panted, bodies melting into the mattress. Luffy heard your tiny snores. Nami was no better, curling up into her like a pet. She nuzzled under Luffy's chin, and promptly fell asleep.

Luffy snuck another bite of pork.

***