Tags: Love, Kissing, Striptease, Cowgirl, L-bombs, Missionary, Leglock, Forbidden Location, Creampie, Heart Eyes, Swearing, Switch

Time placement: The end of the Fishman Island Arc

Fishman Island

The party in the Ryugu Palace raged before them, food and drink flowing in equal measure. Down below, Zoro was chugging the local booze, attempting to prove his liver stronger than all others, and he seemed to be winning if the passed out soldiers around him were of any indication. Robin and Chopper watched from a stone's throw away, discussing different medicines they had come across during their two years apart. Grace would have been a part of that conversation, but the sight of a stumbling, tipsy Coby had caused the chem-girl to grab him by the scruff and drag the young man toward the corner where the two were now viciously, drunkenly making out.

On the other side of the room, Usopp, Merry, and Franky were dancing to Brook's music accompanied by a local Anglerfish Mermaid singer named Umi. Amy, Gin, Kaku, and Sanji sat nearby, making sure nothing there got out of hand. In the center of that lively scene, however, was little Ace, the boy dancing as only toddlers could whilst the crowd egged him on for what would surely be an embarrassing story when he was older. Worse, even, were the periodic flashes of visual den-den capturing photos of said toddler dancing. Those, the crew decided, were going in the scrapbook.

And watching this from the rafters above, tucked away in a shadow, were Nami and Luffy. They cuddled against each other, taking in the scene of the party while relishing in each other's warmth the way they had been denied by Kuma for too long.

"I missed you," Nami whispered, leaving a light, lingering kiss on Luffy's neck. His arms around her tightened slightly, but did not stop the young mother as she drew patterns over her husband's torso with her fingers. "I'd get mad, you know. At first I thought it was just hormones while I was pregnant, but even after Ace was born I'd just get so angry that we weren't together because you decided we weren't ready for the New World. Ace was, and is, a bit of a wild child and there's no way I would have been able to raise him without help. Part of me wanted to find you, to interrupt your training so you could get to know Ace before we returned to Sabaody."

"Why didn't you?" Luffy asked, resting his cheek against Nami's hair, holding her flush against his chest. "If I'd known about Ace-"

"You would have found us," Nami interrupted. "I know you would have, but that's not what you needed. This last day has already shown us how much we all needed that training."

"I should have been there," Luffy whispered. "My dad and Gramps weren't there a lot when I was growing up and my brothers' parents were dead or asshole nobles. I want to be there for Ace. I..." He paused, considering how he wanted to explain. "I want to be like what you told me about Bellemere, without the whole..." He trailed off, deciding those hadn't been the right words.

"And you are," his wife insisted, appreciating the sentiment if not the emotions the memories invoked. "But for tonight, we can let the others take care of him. Isn't that right, Robin?"

"Robin?" Luffy blinked, only for a few flower petals to cross his vision, a sure sign of the archeologist dismissing her powers. "She was spying on us?"

"She always has, but that's not as important as this," Nami purred, trailing kisses down Luffy's neck and chest. "Let's go find a room for ourselves. I haven't gotten any in two years and I know you haven't either, so we're going to make up for lost time."

Without a word, Luffy scooped her into his arms bridal style and vanished.

The two appeared before a large door, the latest in a string of searching. Each room before had had someone, or someones, inside according to his Observation, but Luffy could tell this one was empty. Lifting a foot, Luffy used his immense strength to push the giant door open, revealing a plush room with oversized furniture, most of which was a shade of pink.

"That's a big bed!" Luffy laughed, stepping into the room and closing the door behind them.

"This must be Shirahoshi's room," Nami realized, a glimmer coming to her eye. "Perfect. We can check off number 17 on the Marriage Bucket List."

"Uh," Luffy blinked, having forgotten all about said list. "What was number 17?"

Nami grinned, her smile completely aroused. "To fuck in a princess' bedroom without her there. If she were here, that would be number 18." Nami grabbed Luffy by the shirt, pulling his face closer to hers. "Now carry me to the bed and fuck me senseless."

Luffy didn't have to be told twice, the young man taking hold of his wife's hips as their lips locked together. Nami didn't even notice their movement until they broke away, her feet now standing on a giant mattress rather than flooring. She didn't have much time to ponder the change as Luffy took hold of her again, one hand in her hair pulling her head back so Luffy could nibble at her neck while the other squeezed her ass through her tight jeans.

"Mmm," she moaned, unable to stop herself as his movements set her insides aflame. Her hips thrust forward to grind against him, feeling for the reaction she knew she could cause. She'd get a morning-after pill later —she'd been sure to buy some before they left Sabaody— but right now it was just her and Luffy and their restricting, troublesome clothing.

With the captain's hands occupied turning her to putty, Nami's found something to do, feeling up his defined abs and broad chest. He had been built before, but now, after all his training wherever he was, he was chiseled like a statue. Her fingers reached his shoulders, pushing his cardigan off so it could fall. It hung from his arms, but Nami had already moved on.

She was working by sense of touch only, her eyes fluttering as Luffy's lips moved to her jawline, whispering sweet, sweet nothings into her unblemished skin. Her hands made their way back down, taking their time as she explored every inch of his muscles. He shivered when she traced the scar over his chest, a flurry of sad emotions flashing through her mind in his Observation, but he didn't stop her. Impatience, however, took root as her hands finally reached their ultimate destination.

The button and zipper of Luffy's pants were dealt with in record time, the Cat-Burglar shoving them and the captain's underwear down. Luffy kicked them away as they hit his ankles, leaving him naked save the cardigan hanging from his elbows. That, too, fell away as Nami freed herself from his arms, planting her own kiss on his neck. He shivered, but not from the cold.

"Nami..." he whispered, the sound of his voice adding fuel to the fire burning in her loins. She kissed her way down his body, taking the time to make sure her lips got personal with every inch of his front on the way down. His fingers played with her hair, the man refusing to do anymore lest he ruin the atmosphere.

Finally, Nami settled on her knees, her hands rubbing his thighs while his cock throbbed before her, bouncing lightly in time with his increased heartbeat. She leaned forward, planting a light, lingering kiss on the tip. The captain's breath hitched at the sensation as his wife delicately gave his member the same treatment she'd given his front.

"I'd almost forgotten what this was like," Luffy admitted, Nami working her way from the base to the tip with a lick. "Hancock would try to get me to sleep with her, but every time she did, I would think of you, and I knew that I'd made the right choice even before I had to pick."

"You just earned so many brownie points," she whispered, her breath hot on his ear.

"I get brownies?"

"Shut up and relax on the pillow."

Luffy, too horny to even think straight, blurred in his mad rush to do as she said. Nami turned, eyeing where Luffy now lay resting against a decorative pillow twice as tall as he was, his eyes trained on her and his dick pointing up toward the ceiling.

Nami sauntered toward him, slowly and deliberately, showing off how her body had grown since they'd last been together. One of her hands reached behind her, tugging on the string that kept her bikini top up. It went lax, hanging now from only the strap around her neck. Without the knot securing the sides, the green-and-white top revealed more of the creamy skin of her curves. She swayed, the motion making the cloth taunt Luffy with how tantalizingly close it came to revealing the hardened nipples they hid from him, but he did not get up. Despite the teasing, he knew the simple dance and his eyes following her every movement reminded Nami how utterly sexy she was.

To be fair, she was reminded of that nearly every day on Weatheria, but she didn't care about the opinions of those old men. It was Luffy's loving, hungry gaze that she'd craved. Nami turned as he watched, pulling her heeled sandals off and shimmied out of her pants. Luffy's gaze zeroed in on her ass and thighs, the liquid threatening to roll down her legs only barely contained by her dampening underwear.

Still turned away, she pulled her hair to the front, revealing the smooth skin of her back all the way up to the knot holding her bikini top. Glancing back with a wink, Nami slowly, agonizingly slowly, pulled it free.

Finally, she let it fall, exposing her large, beautiful breasts to the air. She stood there for a moment, her curves outlined against the pink backdrop of Shirahoshi's bedroom. Her hands slid down her body and back up, coming to settle under her bountiful chest. She played with them for a moment, showing off how perky and bouncy they were, even pushing one up just to prove that she could lick her own nipple. The act had another purpose, the stimulation of her nerves causing a small trail of white liquid to leak from her nipple. Luffy stared, transfixed, as his wife showed off that she could still lactate.

"What do you think, Luffy?" Nami purred, raising her arms over her head to give a full-body image. His eyes followed a drop as it rolled down her skin before falling to the sheets below. "Chopper told me women can produce milk for up to two years after birth. Want a taste?"

"Come here," Luffy stated. It was neither a question nor a demand, but a flair of his Conqueror's Spirit showed that he expected a result. Nami shivered in anticipation, all but running the rest of the distance between them. Luffy's hands came up to meet her waist, slipping under the waistband and removing her panties so Nami, too, was naked. Said woman sat herself on his lap, Luffy's head in her hands.

"I love you," she whispered, breaking the heated atmosphere for just a moment.

"And I love you," Luffy responded, his hands coming to rest on her bare backside. He pulled her in, the two kissing with a passion that they had not experienced since their first time back in Skypia. Nami's chest pressed into Luffy's as she ground her hips over his, his erect cock sandwiched between his own skin and the lips of her dripping pussy. "I missed you so much."

Wordlessly, Nami raised her hips, pausing just long enough to make sure everything was lined up properly before dropping herself down. She moaned into the kiss as, for the first time in two years, something other than her own fingers or a disappointing dildo filled her. The feeling was oh-so-satisfying that she almost came then and there.

"Yeeessss." Cross-eyed with pleasure, Nami had little control as Luffy's arms raised her hips, pushing her back down a moment later. It only took one revolution for her to get the message, the navigator rolling her own hips in time with his hands.

Their movements were slow, gentle, and passionate. This was not the vicious fucking they had had before on the Sunny, nor the drunken fun they'd had at Galley-La years ago; this was love-making. This was their reunion that no one else could have.

Puffs of heat filled the air between them with each thrust, both pirates focusing every iota of their concentration on where they were connected as Nami rode him. She littered his face with tiny kisses and he, in turn, planted his own over her neck and chest. Transfixed by her bosom, Luffy leaned forward to catch one of her nipples between his teeth.

Nami's moans took on an almost instinctive growl of pleasure as another dribble of milk leaked from her. Her arms cradled Luffy's head gently, but her motions below the waist quickened. Her hips continued to gyrate, grinding into his pelvis while burying his cock as deep as it could go.

"I love you," she whispered, less of a conscious thought and more of a release of the feelings she had bottled up. "I love you. I missed you. I-"

Her ramblings ended as Luffy pushed, sending his wife onto her back. It was by no means a rough fall, but the sudden shift surprised her. She opened her eyes to see Luffy looming over her, his arms on either side of her head, and she smiled.

Luffy didn't say anything as he felt his wife's legs lock around his waist. His muscles strained as he lowered himself, Nami's arms wrapping around his neck in a fierce hug. He thrust his hips, earning a deep moan in his ear that pushed him to repeat the process. Over and over he drove deep inside her, Nami squeezing and releasing to get him that much deeper inside her.

"Luffy, I'm...!"

"Nami~" Luffy moaned, his breath tickling her ear. The lust in his voice was like petrol on the burning lust she had inside. Her arms as legs locked in place as a fierce orgasm ripped through her being, her shaking body limited by the weight of the man over her.

"Fuuu~ck!" Still halfway through her climax, Nami threw her head back and moaned, exposing her neck and jawline as her eyes crossed. Luffy didn't move save to nuzzle his cheek against hers while her pussy convulsed, trying to make him reach his own end. The captain's willpower, however, would not be undone by any instinctive reaction as he stubbornly refused to let himself cum.

A minute passed before Nami stopped shaking and released her hold. Her arms and legs flopped to the bed and her chest heaved with each deep breath she took. Sweat glimmered over every inch of both their bodies from the heat of their lovemaking, but Luffy was not done yet.

"It's time for round two," the captain whispered, rising so his body was vertical. His hands started at Nami's shoulders before making their way down her body, over her chest and toned stomach until they took hold on either side of her hips.

"Do it, Luffy," Nami begged, trying to roll her hips. "Do it. Take me. Make me feel like the most important woman in the world."

"But you are the most important," Luffy answered. "To me, anyway."

And with that, Luffy thrusted. Without his body to help absorb the momentum, Nami's tits bounced hypnotically, aided by the way the light shimmered from the sweat they'd worked up. Nami was similarly entranced by the drops of sweat rolling down Luffy's torso in rivulets that followed the lines of his muscles.

"Yes," the young mother breathed as her husband started to speed up. "Yes yes yes! Right there, Luffy! Don't you dare stop! Don't you dare fucking stop! Give it to me, Luffy!"

"Nami! Ah, fuck, Nami!"

With Luffy's hands holding her hips in place, Nami felt that, even though she was going through so much pleasure, there was still a part of her that was missing out. One of her hands fisted the sheets beside the bed while the other started rolling a nipple between her fingers. A gasp escaped her, one louder than anything they'd said before in this excursion.

"I'm gonna cum again~" Nami moaned, her words a little slurred as the pleasure made her brain fuzzy. "Oh Goda, make me cum all over Shirahoshi's sheets again, Luffy!"

Suddenly reminded that this was, in fact, not a place where they should be doing this filled Luffy with two conflicting feeling. The first was fear at being caught. The sheer outrage that King Neptune or any of the princes would bring down on them from their debauched act in the princess' room could ruin their relationship with Fishman Island forever.

The second emotion was complete, unparalleled euphoria at doing that which was forbidden. Wasn't that what being a pirate was all about? The ability to do whatever you wanted wherever you wanted and whenever you wanted to? They were simply doing what a pair of pirate lovers did; making love in a place where they absolutely, 100% should not be.

This first emotion, however, did cause Luffy to worry that Nami's pleasured screams could attract attention. Attention that would end their little foray into the forbidden before they finished. His hands moved as if of their own accord, one pressing her abdomen into the mattress with enough force to hold her in place while the other caressed her cheek.

Nami thought nothing of this until Luffy's thumb entered her mouth, the woman biting down on it instinctively. Such an action did not hurt him, obviously, but it did serve to muffle her sounds. This control he exerted only served to fan the flames of her lust to new levels as he seemed to dominate her. Oh, she knew he wasn't just limiting her sounds for his own amusement, but she still found the dominance so godadamn hot.

Luffy, for his part, was reaching the end of his rope. Their lovemaking had gone on for nearly 20 minutes by this point, though it didn't feel like it to them. Breath like steam dissipated into the air with each of his moves, his eyes unable to part from the vision of the mother of his child beneath him.

'Do it, Luffy,' her eyes seemed to say, those chocolate brown unfocused and needy. Luffy was not sure if he was simply imagining her voice or if his Haki was reading her mind, but the expression on her face was impossible to ignore. Was he imagining hearts in her eyes?

He hesitated.

That moment of deliberation flipped the table, Nami suddenly pushing off the bed. In a second, their positions were reversed with Nami on top. Her hands felt every crevice and line in Luffy's definition as she positioned her hands to give herself the best leverage. One hand grabbed his hat from where had fallen in the shift, the orange-haired woman dropping it on her head. Her hips were almost a blur as she rode him now like a woman possessed. Her captain had gotten her motor running and she was not going to stop until he satisfied her. Two years of pent-up need would be sated in the next minute and she couldn't wait any longer.

"Cum in me, Luffy," Nami begged, the walls of her pussy squeezing his cock every time she pulled up. Luffy didn't know where to look: her hips where her pussy swallowed his cock over and over again, her breasts where each bounce accented their size and the drops of milk that eked out, or her beautiful face surrounded by a halo of her hair and his first treasure. "I've waited two years for this, so do it. Blow the biggest fucking load you've ever had deep inside my pussy. I need it! Fill me up! Do it! Do it!" Nami threw her head back and almost screamed as her second major orgasm ripped through her body. Her pussy twitched and clamped down on Luffy's cock, finally breaking his hold on his own end.

"Fuck!" Luffy yelled as his own climax hit, stream after stream of boiling cum shooting from his cock into his wife's womb. His toes curled and his fingers squeezed her smooth legs as the pleasure of orgasm hit him, both he and Nami almost frozen in time with only the occasional twitch to show that they were not statues.

Slowly, gravity took hold. Nami flopped forward, coming to rest on Luffy's chest. They panted, flushing with the heat they had made dispersing into the air around them. Gingerly, Nami rose her hips until Luffy's semi-erect dick flopped out of her, opening the floodgates. Cum dripped from her abused but thoroughly satisfied pussy, falling to the sheets under them.

Neither cared in that moment if they left a mark. All that mattered was regaining their breath as the rush dwindled away.

"I hope you can keep going," Nami whispered into his ear. "We don't stop until I can't feel my hips. Understood?"

It was not his imagination; there were definitely hearts in her eyes. Luffy didn't know if that was a blessing or a curse, but he was going to enjoy it to the fullest.

FIN

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