Outside, someone laughed, but inside, Nami stewed. She stared at the expenses in the logbook, tapping her pen on the corner of the page.
They had been lucky so far with fishing, but the food was going faster than she had expected. Usopp was a good enough cook, but he did not know how to do inventory for an entire crew. She had charged for cooking meals for them - and pocketed everything Luffy had in the process - which left Usopp to do most of the cooking now. He still asked for some general advice on how to store and keep some of the more perishable ingredients though. Now that they had a fridge, it was easier, of course, but not everything could be stuffed into the fridge either.
However, beyond their need to feed everyone, there was also-
Someone knocked on the latch to her room. Before she could ask who it was, Luffy answered by coming in anyway. She frowned.
He was becoming a hard one to tame.
Nami scoffed at that thought. She would not stay anyway. Taming men was not her concern. Just because someone had made her stomach flutter was no reason to change anything about him. And she was no one's babysitter.
Luffy came down the stairs, and the door shut behind him above his head. "Nami! My cut's starting to sting."
Her lips pursed, but she closed the logbook and sat sideways on her chair, crossing one leg over the other. "Come here then."
There was also the fact that she was the only one that knew how to treat wounds. She couldn't make herself charge them to treat their injuries when they worked so hard to fight though.
When Luffy took his vest off, she tossed aside the silly blush and titters that wanted to take over.
He sat on her bed, and she held her breath before she forced a slow exhale. With nothing else to do, she scooted her chair over to sit in front of him. She ignored how he could just lie back, and she could-
Nami's fingers lingered in the air over the bandage on his arm.
"Not that one." Luffy tapped the bandage wrapped around his chest. "This one itches like crazy."
Irritated with herself, she huffed. "Well, I'm not kissing it to make it better."
At his goggling eyes, Nami flushed.
"I - I mean, I'm not your mother, so ..."
"Why would you kiss it anyway?" Luffy seemed more stunned by this than anything that had ever happened. Even Gaimon hadn't phased him.
Nami gaped. "Don't you remember your mother saying that? That she'd kiss it to make it better?"
From the flabbergasted expression on his face, Nami realized he had no earthly clue what she was talking about. She pinkened when she saw his eyes trail over her face. He looked at her lips. Nami thought she could feel the pressure of his eyes alone.
"Well, I won't do it anyway, so it - it doesn't matter."
"Huh," he said, and his head tilted to the side. Luffy gazed into her eyes, and all at once, she wished he was looking at her lips instead.
Pirates were evil, slobbering monsters. Even so, Nami could not imagine Luffy begging for kisses or giving her a lame one-liner where he'd wink on top of it all. No 'Let's see your booty' from him.
Instead, Luffy's honest, coal-black eyes bore into her head. He could pick her apart like that. She usually turned away so he wouldn't read her intentions.
Nami's cheeks burned while she stared back though.
I'm going to steal the treasure and take your ship away. I don't belong here with you and your honest eyes, but I want to kiss it all better too.
His lips parted. "My chest?"
"It's-" She shook out of it. Nice, she finished, but she said, "Right, sorry. Get the bandage off. I'll get the ointment, okay?"
When she came back with the first aid kit, Luffy was gazing at her again in that odd, level way of his. Not weighing exactly. Nami thought he didn't have a judgmental bone in his body.
She made herself look at his wound instead of those eyes though. With how she had to lean in to look at the cut, she was quite aware of how he watched her. Black eyes followed her. When her eyes darted to his in a nervous glance, Luffy smiled. Nami tried to look at the cut instead.
Away from eyes that searched her.
"I think we should clean it again. It looks a little angry."
Luffy laughed. "It's angry?"
"Yeah, see how red it is? We'll wash it with alcohol and put the ointment on it. It might be a little infected."
"Is that why you're red?" She froze, but Luffy asked, "Are you mad about something?"
After a deep breath, Nami said, "I'm mad about a lot of things sometimes, but I'm not mad now. I don't know what you're talking about."
"You're red a lot though." His knuckle touched her cheek, and Nami shoved away. "See? You're completely red now."
Nami clamped a hand to her cheek where he had touched. She chewed her lip. "You can't just touch women like that, you know. Didn't your mother teach you better?"
His lips bunched in a pout. "Why do you keep talking about moms? Didn't yours tell you to make sense?"
"Don't talk about my mother!" Nami pulled the cap off the alcohol bottle before she poured it onto his wound.
He hissed with a jerk and tried to pull away. "Ow! Nami, that stings!"
"It's killing bacteria," she said with a scowl while she dabbed around his skin more gently than she felt. Feeling guilty - for wasting the alcohol, not for his pain! - Nami used some fresh linen cloth from the kit to dry his chest. She looked at his abs where another bandage was wrapped around another slash from Kuro. Her lips were so dry, and she licked them again. "What about your other cuts?"
Luffy just pouted at her, eyebrows pinched together.
With a sigh, Nami sat back and closed her eyes. She had to get a hold of herself. "I'm sorry. Do your other cuts sting too?"
When her eyes opened again, he was still pouting. "You're still angry."
Nami snorted and pressed her cooler hands to her cheeks. "It's just warm in here!"
At his raised brow, Luffy glanced at his arm, and she flared brighter when she saw what he did. Goosebumps.
"I'm warm!" Nami grabbed the tube of ointment. When she tried to jab it into his cut, Luffy yelped and took hold of her wrists.
"Oi! Be careful!"
Rather than push her away though, Luffy jerked her forward. Her eyes widened as she landed in his lap, straddling it while he pulled her wrists to their sides.
Luffy, oblivious, growled. "You were gonna try to hurt me again!"
"It's the only way I can, rubber man!" She snapped and tried to not shift around. For a moment, she feared she could feel something between her thighs. It was just a fold of his jeans she told herself. "Punching you does nothing."
His eyes narrowed, but he said, "Just be careful."
Nami opened and closed her mouth when he released her wrists, but coiled his arms around her waist, resting. She froze and inhaled slowly before her eyes darted to his arms.
"I don't have to be in your lap for this," she whispered.
"Are you still mad?" His arms moved as if to allow her to rise, but one of her hands shot down to grab his arm. He hissed, and she recoiled with a wince. She had forgotten about that wound - the three cuts on his forearm.
"Sorry."
He smiled though. "See, that apology I believe."
She gaped at him in surprise. "What?"
"You didn't look at me before."
Stunned, Nami burned darker still. "I don't have to look at you to apologize."
With a tender touch, Nami spread the ointment on his cut. She didn't look at his hard nipples or the sharp curves of his pectoral muscles just under her fingers. Nami also ignored that she hadn't moved from his lap - that she was getting hotter by the moment.
She was only helping him with his cut. Nothing more.
Still on his lap, when she reached for the gauze in the first aid kit, Nami did not feel how the cloth rubbed against her. She could not feel her body excite itself. It wasn't possible after all.
When she cut through the medical tape to finish the bandage, Luffy patted it with a grin. "Thanks, Nami."
What was she doing? Her cheeks burned. She was sitting in a pirate captain's lap and tending to his wounds while her body roiled with heat. Nami pressed a hand to his shoulder.
She would get up.
Nami had to get up.
Luffy's knuckle touched her cheek again.
"Why're you angry?"
"I'm not angry," she said with a quiver on her lips.
"How do I make it better?"
She inhaled again and stared at him. Before she could help herself, Nami leaned closer. Something flickered in his eyes. Beyond that implacable gaze, he realized something.
Luffy tickled her.
First, too shocked, Nami stiffened and tried to coil away, but then his fingers dug into her sensitive sides. She snorted and burst out laughing when fingertips danced onto the sides of her ribcage. Nami trembled with the effort to stop, but every movement of his hands was against her, and she bawled with laughter.
"What!? Luffy! Hahaha!" Her hips jolted on his lap, and she squealed while he snickered with her.
"There," he said when he stopped, and she laid, panting and giggling against his shoulder. "You're not mad anymore!"
Nami snorted again, but she snickered as she sat upright. When she pouted at him accusingly, Luffy's grin only grew. She couldn't stop it.
She smiled back.
Then he kissed her.
When he parted, Nami followed him back and kissed him more firmly. He made a soft sound against her lips, and she moaned with him as he pushed her against his lap more. Nami panted to his lips and ground a circle onto him. A bulge grew against her panties. That was no fold. She shifted just so to try rubbing her clitoris against it through all the cloth.
He whispered against her lips, "I guess kisses do make me feel better."
"Idiot," she said, but she clutched to his hair and kissed him again.
Nami felt him grin against her lips. "Mm, you feel better with kisses too, Nami. Here ..."
One of his hands slipped between them, and Nami panted. She kept still for him while he stroked up her skirt and across her inner thigh. He touched the edge of her panties with that grin.
"How's it feel?"
Her heart leaped when a fingertip grazed across the cloth touching her clitoris. She moaned, and he grinned wider.
"Nami, you're still so red."
"Idiot, I'm aroused!" She huffed and pressed against his hand. Nami's skin flared when he rubbed through the cloth.
"I know."
Gasping, she whimpered as he hooked his fingers into her panties. Luffy pulled at the cloth, and she gaped into hot liquid eyes. They shone with heat while he stroked and pinched her clitoris with calloused fingertips.
"I'll kiss it to make it feel better too," he said with that grin.
With a snort of laughter, Nami's knees wobbled, but she rose to her feet.
"You think you know how?" She marveled at her audacity, but he knew, and her attempt to deny it had done nothing. Can't I feel good for a while? With a man who wants to please me?
With a man who makes me laugh?
Nami trembled under his teasing gaze which glittered from her dare. She lifted her skirt for him, and Luffy's head disappeared underneath, whereupon he latched onto her panties. Nami's hips jolted when his tongue laved across the cloth. It ground the fabric onto her clitoris, and she squeaked.
Without a mouth to moan against, the sound could travel further, and so she covered her lips with both hands. Nami whimpered and shook while his tongue coiled into her panties. His flesh touched her flesh, and she squealed from the heat of his mouth.
Luffy's hands grasped the back of her thighs and tugged. Nami wavered, not wanting to fall forward. She bit her lip though. There was a bed for him at least, and she couldn't hurt his rubber body like that anyway.
What was it that he wanted? He slipped his tongue against her entrance, and she trembled. "Luffy, do - do you want me to sit on your face?"
He pulled again, and with a gasp escaping her lips, they fell on the bed.
When she landed on his mouth, she laughed until Luffy thrust his thick tongue inside. Her jaw dropped, and Nami wriggled on his tongue, squeezing around the protrusion before she giggled again. It roused her, but the sensation somehow tickled. He only thrust deeper, and she rocked onto the velvet bit of heaven as her blush spread across her body.
She thought she felt him grin against her pussy. Nami panted and thrust onto his tongue.
"Idiot, who said you could kiss me with tongue?"
His hands tightened on her thighs in answer, but his tongue slid out. Her eyes bulged in shock at the loss of friction.
"Nh, Luffy, no, don't stop now!"
He laughed against her lips before his tongue circled her entrance.
Luffy grinned wider, and his eyes glittered from under her skirt when she hiked it.
"Please," she whispered. Nami didn't trust her voice above that while the tip of his tongue taunted her. "I want it inside ..."
"Yeah?" He licked his wet lips, and Nami shuddered. With that grin in place, he stroked her clitoris through the cloth, and she squeaked. "What is it? Is it my tongue? My cock?"
Her body twitched from the thought, from how his fingers rubbed soaking wet panties against her throbbing clitoris. Nami circled her hips to feel how his touch might feel differently. The peak was on the horizon. Would it take his cock to reach it though?
"I want ... I don't know ... I want to cum."
When he laughed, his fingers quickened against her swollen flesh. "You don't need my tongue or cock for that, Nami." He pulled his fingers away, and Nami groaned from the loss. Her hips pressed forward as if to ask for more, but he shook his head. "Show me how you cum."
Luffy sucked on his wet fingers, and she broke into a sweat when she watched his tongue coil and lap his long digits. With shaking hands, Nami stroked over her clitoris. Her hips rocked forward while she pulled aside her panties so he could see her fingers work. He smiled, kissing and sucking on her inner thigh.
With a shudder, Nami squirmed as his tongue slipped out to taste her skin.
"I do - I want it, Luffy." She moaned, tightening around nothing.
Luffy laughed though. "What is it, Nami?"
He guided her fingers toward her entrance while she burned darker. Nami bit her lip. "I want your tongue in me again."
"Hm?" Nami shivered when Luffy licked her thigh. "You want me to kiss you better? You don't need my tongue though. I want to see your cunt full of your fingers."
Her body twinged from the idea, and her fingers twitched against her labia. Nami smiled nervously. "'Cunt'? Not pussy?"
"Yeah," Luffy groaned. "Stuff your cunt, Nami."
With a whimper, Nami thrust two fingers inside and tightened around them. When Luffy groaned, she heard his zipper behind her. Her fingers moved faster, feeling a rush of satisfaction through her. She was giving him this reaction after all.
While she did filthy things to herself over him and he stroked himself, his smile warmed. Nami shook and slid another finger inside.
"How's your cunt feel?" Luffy licked over her fingers, and Nami quivered when his hot breath hit her skin.
"Good," she said, shaking.
Nami rocked against her fingers and delved as deeply as her angle would allow her. Her thighs shifted wider, and a thin sheen of sweat coated her body. She considered taking off her clothes - why not give him more after all?
Except then, she remembered. What was she doing?
She huffed and panted over him. Her fingers stopped. Would he want her to take everything off?
He would see it then.
But Luffy only smiled at her and pulled on her hand to pull her fingers out. As his mouth and tongue sucked on her wet fingers, Nami melted.
Behind her, she heard his hand work faster on himself. She wanted to look back, but wondered if she could stop herself once she saw it. Luffy grinned against her dripping cunt, and her entire body heated when she felt the puff of air against her. He was inhaling her scent.
Her hips twitched, but one powerful hand gripped her thigh to keep her still while his tongue speared inside once more. He pulled on her, so Nami thrust onto his mouth and tongue. Nami made fists in his hair, staring at the heady, drunken expression in his eyes. She shuddered and squeezed his lewd tongue.
"I - I'm fucking your tongue. Do you like it?"
His eyes sparkled in amusement, and her next thrust made her squeal. And the next made his tongue strike a sensitive bundle of nerves. Nami cried out. She trembled. Luffy was stretching his tongue deeper and deeper inside with every thrust into her.
She realized he was telling her something then. Nami's body shook, and with everything in her screaming to just forget about it, she looked over her shoulder at his cock. He could stretch.
With a cry, Nami stroked her clitoris as she pounded onto his tongue. Luffy only groaned in delight. Mesmerized by the thick length in his hand, Nami grasped her breast through her shirt, flicking away at a hardened nipple. She tightened on his tongue and watched as he squeezed his shaft, moaning.
A silver bead of pre-cum formed on the tip, and she felt it like a punch to the gut.
"I - I want it in me!" He sucked on her clitoris with a humming chuckle, delving his tongue deeper. "I want your cock in me!"
The suction on her increased, pulling tighter, and Nami sobbed. She tried to concentrate on her hardened nipple - on his dripping tip and how delicious he looked. Her body rocked, and she felt his tongue press deep against her womb.
Nami wobbled and flushed as she pressed onto his mouth while her body throbbed. "Luffy!"
She fell forward and caught herself on her forearms, gasping with a groan. Her high fell, and he snickered. Luffy stroked his cheek against her inner thigh before he ran kisses over her hot skin. When he did, she felt the smile on his lips, how his cheek pressed harder against her.
Luffy crawled behind her.
"I like hearing you laugh," he whispered. His hands smoothed from her thighs to her sides. Rather than tickle her, it caused ripples of warmth to spread through her.
Breathing faster, she closed her eyes. Her heart panged. "That's why you tickled me?"
"I like to see you smile too."
A soft exhale left her when she felt something warm and unrelenting against her.
She blinked away tears.
"Say it again," he whispered.
Nami shuddered and shifted to spread her legs. "Luffy-" not captain - never her captain "-I want your cock in me!"
Fingertips grazed her thighs. He hiked her skirt over her hips. Luffy whispered low in her ear, "Again, Nami."
"Idiot, fuck me!"
Luffy yanked her panties to her knees. His cockhead parted her already soaking lips before his hips jerked forward. Her breath caught, and she choked on a moan before she could spread her legs more.
Her lips parted, but for another few moments, she couldn't summon another sound from herself as he laid into her. Numb with pleasure, Nami curled her back to accept more. His calloused hands guided her with every thrust. She gritted her teeth and pulled on the sheets.
His hot breath touched her ear. "You like it, huh?"
Nami tried to roll her eyes. She felt a part of her want to close him out - she couldn't get hurt if she shut him from her, but his lips clamped onto her throat, and she couldn't stop the laughter that bubbled out. The tickle flushed through her and weakened her will. When he pulled on her hips harder, she squealed, and when his tongue laved to her jawline, Nami's heart felt lighter.
Except for her panties, they were nearly fully clothed, and yet there he was inside of her. Her toes curled, and Nami breathed faster.
"Nami," Luffy whispered in her ear with a grunt, and she jerked her hips back. In his voice was desperation that made her heart burst and fret all at once.
Was he close? Her mind reeled. It would be bad inside. She tried to convince herself it wasn't worth it. His hips quickened though, and for an instant, she reveled in the sensation of heat building between them.
The man who made her smile impregnating her? Nami clenched and held her breath as his length pistoned into her. He hadn't even needed to stretch it - unless he had, and she hadn't seen it?
Next time, I'll let him ...
Nami closed her eyes.
Luffy tickled her sides, and a quick burst of laughter came free. For another moment, she was light until she managed to say through gasps, "Cum - cum outside, Luffy!"
"You want to be covered in my cum?"
Her face imploded. That had not been her intention, but the image made her moan. "Yes!"
He groaned into her ear, delving into her sweetest reaches a while longer before he pulled out. She would have breathed a sigh of relief, but Luffy pushed her onto her back.
Lips parted, gasping for breath, Nami's eyes focused in on his eyes - dark and alluring - as he leaned in over her. She wanted to watch his cock, but instead found herself in his gaze before he devoured her lips.
Nami grasped his base and drowned in his lips while she helped pump him. When his hand quickened, she matched it, feeling the wet sheathe of his own skin move over the rigid shaft. Something pulsed against her palm, beating faster with every stroke until Luffy tensed. He shifted to grab her other hand. Silently, he guided her other hand to his cock, and she grasped him with both.
"Look!" Luffy grunted and pressed his upper body up, his hands on either side of her flushed face. "Make me cum on you!"
She watched his cock. A small part wanted to tease, but he had given her an order.
With a whimper of excitement, Nami squeezed and stroked him, matching the speed that made his blood pulse quicker. Moments later, a jet of white spurted from his tip, and Nami moaned while his cum covered her. She would have to change more than just her panties now.
When she released him and pressed a wet hand to her mouth, Nami's tongue tapped at the sticky mess before she moaned. The bitter salt coated her tongue, and Luffy groaned.
"Good girl," he said, and Nami shuddered when he began stroking her clitoris. Her legs spread on instinct, and she wriggled under his fiery stare.
As he licked his lips, she panted and arched into his hand.
"I came already. You don't have to-"
"I want to."
He hooked two fingers into her from his other hand while he stroked her clitoris like it was longer. Her jaw would have hit the floor could she have stretched like him. Instead, Nami gasped and writhed to his attention - so different from how she did it.
A keening sob escaped when he thrust a third finger inside.
Luffy hovered over her wavering lips. "You don't have to fight it. I want to reward you."
She blinked away tears of pleasure and thrust back against his hands. When he moaned to her mouth, Nami coiled her arms around him.
He pushed her into the bed, and she scratched his back in search of something to grip. She settled on his shoulders while Luffy tugged on her clitoris. Her eyes blurred as she watched him. Composed, like he was ready to strike, except it was being turned on her - in her.
Nami's breath hitched as his fingers stretched deeper.
"That's it," he whispered. "Spread your legs."
Entranced, she splayed her legs wide. When he sat back to admire her mess of a body, her clothes bunched up and her hair wild on some random corner of the bed - how had they gotten so turned around? - Nami hiccuped with a moan.
"Yeah, like that. Cum just like that on my hands, Nami." His hands quickened, and her eyes popped.
Her hips jerked with the increased intensity, and she hissed as desire compressed and mixed into the pit of her womb before it exploded. Nami cried out with a raw throat and raked her nails down his shoulders as her body obeyed.
"Captain!"
Luffy swallowed her voice before she could lose it while rough fingers slowed to a stop. Soon, he slipped wet fingers into her hair, and she panted against the tongue that demanded reentry with every breath.
He slid his thigh between her legs.
And Nami smiled into his lips even as her heart tore.
I have to go now before you know how much ...