LawNa one-shot involving a proposal and Penguin being the best crewmember ever
“I can’t.”
Penguin, Shachi, and Bepo looked in disbelief at their Captain, “You can’t?!”
“Come on, we’re leaving.” Law said as he adjusted his nodachi and turned around but then a hand grabbed his shoulder and he turned to see it was Penguin who stopped him, “What?”
“Captain...” Penguin shook his head, “Law…you’re not backing out of this.”
Penguin then turned Law fully around and grabbed his shoulders, “Look at me! We’ve known you for how long? Since we met on Swallow Island?”
Law glared back, “Release me, Penguin.”
“No I won’t! You can chop up my body later but I’m not letting you go back to the Tang to marinate in self-pity!” Penguin said, “We all know you were dealt with a shitty hand in life but look! Cora-san’s been avenged! Doflamingo is in prison! And now you have this wonderful opportunity right at your fingertips and you just want to throw it all away!”
“I’m not throwing it away! It’s just not the right time!”
“You think that, but Nami might not! Enough of the excuses! Are you a man or not?”
Law frowned, “She’s a Straw-hat pirate! She belongs with them!”
“But you love her!” then Penguin went silent as the cogs started turning in his head and then he sighed. “I see now.”
His Captain was hopelessly in love and afraid. Afraid that loving her would mean taking her away from the things she treasured most and dragging her down the murky depths devoid of the sunlight that fell on her orange hair in a soft glow.
“Law…I’m sure her crew would be more than happy…well maybe not Black-leg…but everyone else would be fine with it. Especially Straw hat.”
Law grimaced as he thought of how Luffy had recently made him the target of silly pranks involving Nami by either shoving the two in each other’s arms, dragging one of them to sit next to the other, or grabbing their hands in his own and placing them together. Shit, now that he really thought on it, Luffy had given him his blessing in his own quirky way.
“Besides, if Nami comes on the Tang she can help me practice drawing maps!” Bepo gushed.
“Law won’t marry her for that reason idiot!” Shachi scolded.
“Sorry.” Bepo mumbled as he lowered his head.
Law looked at all the members of his crew and pulled out of Penguin’s grip which had loosened before looking down at the simple black box that was in his hand. He looked back up at his men, “Do you think she’ll say yes?”
“I don’t know.” Penguin shrugged, “But you won’t know until you ask her.”
Law regarded the box and then looked up ahead at were the Thousand Sunny was docked. He nodded his head, “Okay then…”
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The Heart Pirates and Straw hats were gathered together on the beach when suddenly Usopp came running towards the beach and grabbed Luffy before whispering something into his ear. They all watched as Luffy’s face spit into a wide grin, “Shishishi! Really?”
“It’s true! I saw it myself!” Usopp said loudly and then his eyes almost popped out, “Damn! I saw! Oh man Nami’s going to kill me! No Tora-o’s going to kill me! Oh God they’ll both kill me!”
“What the hell are you going on about?” Uni shouted.
“Tora-o proposed to Nami!” Luffy said happily relaying the message Usopp gave him.
“EEEEEHHHHHHHH??!?!?!!”
“What…what did she say?” Bepo asked.
“I said yes.” Everyone looked as a cloud had landed on the beach carrying the couple in question. Law slipped off first before holding out his hand to Nami who took it and slid down as well. The hand that she used to hold his had a gold band on it that shined in the light of the evening sky.
Also, we’re in the endgame, meaning close to the end that he gave romance hints between Sanji x Pudding, Zoro x Hiyori, Franky X Robin(the caress and the motorbike ride scene) those are fairly recent as well. That’s that. Usopp has Kaya back home. Chopper has that Mink. Brook doesn’t need anyone. Cause he is a skeleton. Luffy I believe promised Hancock and Amazon Lily that he will return. All that remains is Nami’s love interest. That’s about all I can think of. These posts should be longer.
I want to be honest with you. I want to stay as neutral as possible to all ships.
All beside FRobin who I fully support and hope will become canon and while I accept other Robin and Franky ships, I don‘t support them.
I understand why people ship Sanji x Pudding and Zoro x Hiyori. The ships have good bases and as a person I appreciate that. Same can be said about Nami x Vivi and Zoro x Luffy. Same with Kaya x Usopp and Usopp x Sanji
I of course have preferences. I have written down some headcanons here, also as neutral as possible... sometimes less because after all I'm only human XD
Where do you think they would live after their journeys are over and what would they be doing(marriage,kids,career)?
Hey there anon!
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It's not as anonymous as the asks though.
Let's continue with your post but I put it under a read more because it is really not about FRobin:
Anon: Continued…Nami was the only one in Dressrosa who cared for Law’s well being and defending his plan. In the manga she was so shocked he got shot and the anime since they ship law and robin, they included the reaction of the other straw hats on sunny,when in the manga Nami’s reaction was only shown , she then passionately took charge and told everyone to follow law’s plans and she only went to zou for Law’s sake(at first she was hesitant going there) but knowing his condition, she went to zou
In zou, someone(maybe Luffy)asks about Law’s whereabouts and in the manga it’s chopper who answers while in the anime it’s robin who answers. Also in the anime, They made Nami brush off the topic about Law while in the manga she never did that. In the anime,They were pushing the Sanji and Nami thing while that was not like that at all in the manga. She was genuinely worried for sanji as the other nakama. She would have done the same if let’s say zoro left as well. Worried just as a nakama.
Continued…toei animation doesn’t want any other female for law other than robin. Which is very biased as you can see. Which is weird because they used to ship law and Nami together in the past. Even though Nami did so much for him. Which is canon. In zou, Nami was talking about the log pose, she mentions Law and he looks at Nami softly and in the anime they didn’t animated law looking at Nami softly, in fact they didn’t animate it at all. How biased are they? Because this goes against their…
Ship. You clearly see it. Also after Jack’s attack on the elephant sends everyone flying all over the place, Nami is holding onto Luffy’s head and there is Law standing next to Nami for no reason really in the manga, while the anime did animate that scene but they didn’t put Law next to Nami like how it was in the manga. Someone on the anime team is so scared of Law x Nami happening(in the past they did ship them) it goes against their ship of Law and robin….
…the staff or some members who liked Law x Nami were probably changed thus why the change from one ship to the other. I doubt Oda had anything to do with it since the anime is doing their own thing like spoiling zoro’s conqueror’s haki way before it should have happened as in the manga it was against Kaido that this reveal happened. You can see the bias and I can’t be the only one noticing this. Here we can talk about these topics cause we know we aren’t toxic like some other fans. We rely on
We rely on facts and proof here which is why the frobin fandom doesn’t shake much at anything. Also in that colorspread where the heart and the straw hats pirates are mingling together, Robin is looking back at Franky on the opposite side of her. While Oda put Nami at Law’s side and he is smiling like we never seen him before with a female. Nami is also smiling being next to him. Also Law’s crew shachi and penguin are blushing at Nami being there as well. Continued…
… it seems Nami is close to Law’s crew as in they seem fond of her. Also Oda’s wife (real life Nami)supposedly has a crush on Law. I would try to find out what her favourite female character might be in one piece obviously. That might be a hint for Law. Also Kishimoto’s wife loved naruto with hinata thus why they happened. And clearly hinata seemed the best choice for naruto as well since she is so kind and loves him for his personality. I would look for what his wife likes , a female for Law.
I don't have much to say (she said like a liar).
Thank you for trusting me with these messages! Thank you for the trust, really.
Those differences between Manga and Anime can be found for any number of scene and is why I rarely take the anime as canon. It's easier to not take it as canon at all.
To be fair, I haven't thought much about Nami/Law at all (I think I read one or two fics out of curiosity?)... which is mostly because I don't care much for Law as a character (except he is a nerdy dork and being embarassed by someone else - mostly in OP Party) but I do understand why you ship them. And I hope this stage I'm providing will help you find other Law/Nami shipper.
Also looking up some Law/Nami on tumblr this posting by @bubbly-bungee-may is a good start if someone is curious about possible scenes:
Now I am a ZoNa shipper 100% and they will always be my #1 OTP, but after watching Punk Hazard and most of Dressrosa (I’m about 40 episodes
There are also some really amazing fanarts, really. I did a quick skim and the artists are madly talented.
While a cool breeze blew off the turquoise ocean and the temperature began to dip with the setting sun, the beach sand still clung to the afternoon’s warmth. It made for a comfortable place for Law and Nami to sit and enjoy watching the sky darken and the stars come out together in companionable silence. The day had been eventful, Luffy having insisted on a massive beach party to celebrate the Straw Hats and Hearts crossing paths yet again, so there had been games, food, drinking, and shenanigans basically from dawn until dusk.
As frustrating as his ally could be, however, Law had grudgingly gotten used to his obnoxious antics, and he did appreciate that, while Luffy had demanded his attention for most of the afternoon, after supper he’d pushed him and Nami off towards the more secluded part of the beach while he sprinted off to bother Sanji about more food. Potentially even as a distraction for the love cook so the couple could enjoy some time alone.
Luffy lacked tact and intelligence, but he was occasionally keener than most might assume. Maybe. Or he was just a bottomless pit and didn't want Nami scolding him.
Shifting slightly so the beautiful, bikini-clad woman at his side could lean more comfortably against his shoulder, Law chuckled quietly. “Nami-ya, your captain is a pain in the ass.”
Letting out a light yawn, she looked up at him with a grin. “Yeah, but an endearing one. And don’t act like you don’t enjoy it a little bit; we both know you could have Shambled him to the other side of the island if he’d really been bugging you.”
He tried to scowl but found he couldn’t. Damn. Nami had gotten too good at reading him. Despite the headaches he caused, the younger captain had grown on him. Hopefully it wasn’t obvious, otherwise he’d be forced to steal another hundred hearts to regain his dark and sadistic reputation. Only the Hearts and occasionally Nami were allowed to know he wasn’t a total bastard; just 99% one. “Maybe I should have, along with Black Leg-ya and Ikkaku. They were hogging you all day.”
“Oh hush,” she scolded, knuckles rapping his bare chest lightly in reproach. “You knew you’d be getting me all to yourself tonight. Let me and Ikkaku have our girl time and be pampered by Sanji-kun.”
Lips curling upwards into a salacious smirk, his muscular, tattooed arm tightened around her midriff. “Damn right you’re all mine. I’m locking you away in my submarine where your crew can’t steal you away from me.”
Shifting in his grip, Nami pushed herself up to lay a teasing peck on his lips. “Please, we both know I’m the one who does the stealing.”
Despite himself, Law’s expression softened, and he leaned in to deepen the kiss, keeping it languid and gentle. There would be plenty of time for hot, passionate kisses later; for now, he found himself enjoying the peace simply being in her presence brought him.
The Cat Thief really had defied the odds and stolen his heart. Evil, conniving witch. There was no one better for him.
After all, Nami was a woman of more than just immense beauty. She was intelligent and cunning. Someone he could converse with on multiple topics and even educate him on topics he wasn’t proficient in. Sure, she’d occasionally lecture him on being a bastard, but she could be just as unscrupulous and oh, the evil schemes they could come up with together were the stuff of nightmares. Her sharp wit kept him engaged in their conversations for hours at a time, particularly their little spats. Sometimes he’d provoke her just to experience the fire in her eyes. Or he’d go out of his way to frighten her—he was still a sadist, after all, and she was just so damn endearing when she shrieked and cowered.
Sure, his wallet usually ended up lighter in revenge, but it was more than worth it, and sometimes he took the berri back just to start the game all over again.
Pulling away, Law turned to face the sunset again, fingers idly playing with the ends of her soft hair. The texture was so pleasing, and the scent of her mikan shampoo never failed to relax him. It was a scent he’d come to appreciate being left behind on his pillow, and he always loathed when it inevitably began to fade. “Suppose I can’t deny that. Should have realized you’d sink your claws into me, Nami. And with your captain’s damn rubber chokehold on top of that, I guess I’m well and truly stuck in this alliance.”
His gaze was so focused on the horizon he didn’t notice brown eyes widen, nor how her jaw dropped slightly. Instead, he continued, “Let’s set the record straight; I have no real interest in becoming Pirate King. Never did. Hell, I didn’t think I’d survive past my confrontation with Joker. My goal was to die getting vengeance, but your damn captain, as usual, didn’t follow my plan.” Had he not been so numb at the time, he would have been furious. Possibly even killed Luffy in cold blood for ruining everything he’d worked towards. Yes, he was alive, but for what? Cora-san was still dead. Doflamingo still lived. Thirteen years of plotting and training and sacrifices had been for nothing.
“I only hung on this long because of my crew,” he confessed. In the beginning, the Hearts truly had been the one thing that had kept him going. He needed to protect them from the enemies he’d made them. Doflamingo. Kaido. The Marines. It was his fault and his responsibility, and he couldn’t just leave them to the wolves. Even if every day, he questioned whether he might have been better off torn apart by razor-sharp strings.
Yet bit by bit, as his crew kept him from falling too deeply into despair, Nami too had managed to work her way into his life. Of course he’d noted her presence from the beginning, being a beautiful woman who had the intelligence to question his motives. Yet as time went on, he’d found himself unconsciously drawn towards her warmth. Enticed by her spark. Physical pleasure in a bid to feel something again had, silently and unconsciously, grown into something that had forced him to acknowledge that Cora-san had not died just so Law could throw his life away for revenge.
A bitter pill to swallow, but good medicine was seldom pleasant.
Law’s gaze stayed on the horizon until the fiery beams of the sun stinging his corneas and turning his vision white forced him to close his eyes. “They kept me alive, but you…I think you’re what helped me start actually living again. I’m still not entirely sure what I’m living for, but whatever it is, I’d like you to be part of it, in whatever way two people on separate crews can be.”
This was far from an easy thing to say. Hell, once he’d realized just how deep he’d fallen, he’d nearly cut and run. Or gone nuclear with his cold persona and ruined every ounce of happiness they’d scraped together. A relationship with him was doomed. Relationships between pirates, in general, were a gamble, what with death and betrayal lurking around every corner. Perhaps Law wasn’t interested in the same title as Luffy, but that didn’t mean they didn’t remain rivals in a way. They might still clash over the same treasure, or their goals could come into conflict and they’d have to fight, or any number of things could happen. Then there was the possibility that Nami might get killed someday while off with her reckless crew. Those fools always ended up rushing headfirst into danger. Was it really worth the risk of getting attached? Better to break her heart than get his own shattered once more.
Luckily, Shachi, Penguin, and Ikkaku had snapped him out of it. The boys had pointed out that Nami was an intelligent, capable woman who basically ran most of the day-to-day duties of the ship. Yes, Luffy was the captain and his love of adventure did tend to lead them into trouble, but not only was he protective of his crew, the weather witch knew well enough how to protect herself. Meanwhile, Ikkaku had basically beat him over the head with the fact that, in spite of how fucked up he was, Nami clearly cared about him too, and the pair of them deserved some happiness. Then she’d called him a coward for considering running instead of putting his brilliant mind to work figuring out how to make their relationship work despite the obstacles in their way.
Most importantly, they all pointed out that if he pushed Nami away now, there was no coming back. He would lose her for good. For all of Law’s issues with getting attached, one thing still held true; he was a possessive bastard and Nami was his.
For this encouragement, he was extremely grateful, which was why he only punished them with a week of laundry duty as punishment for their insults and insubordination.
Silence reigned over them for a moment before Law turned to the woman at his side, golden eyes once more open and concerned. “Nami, you’re unusually quiet. Was I so boring you fell asleep on me?” A hollow joke, but an easy way to hide his vulnerability. Opening up wasn’t exactly his strong suit, especially not sober or when he wasn’t on death’s door, but his Hearts had told him he needed to put his cards on the table if he wanted things to work between them. Had he misread the situation, though? Perhaps she didn’t want things to continue between them? Perhaps he’d horrified her with the sappy, sentimental crap?
To his immense relief, Nami shook her head, a small, almost bashful smile on her full lips. Her cheeks were rosy. Upon closer inspection, what he might have assumed was sunburn or a trick of the light was quickly revealed to be a cute little blush. “Sorry. Was wondering if I’d misheard you the first time. But…you dropped the -ya from my name.”
Thought his entire body jerked in surprise, he did not release his grip around her waist. An unconscious thing, much like her name.
But God, she was right. It hadn’t been a mere slip of the tongue, either—he’d done it twice. That honorific had been used for over a decade to keep people at arm’s length. It wasn’t even something he consciously did, a disrespectful habit engrained in him over the past decade and change. Only his crew was close enough to never gain the -ya at the end of their names. Yet it seemed Nami had just joined that extremely exclusive group.
There was no longer any use denying it; Trafalgar D. Water Law was in deep.
That didn’t stop him from instantly going on the defensive. “It was a slip of the tongue. Happens to everyone. It’s not that deep.”
Umber eyes narrowed before Nami reached up and flicked her finger sharply against his forehead in reprimand. “Liar. I’m not an idiot, Law. You don’t get to give some whole grand speech about wanting me in your life then act like dropping your shitty honorific isn’t some big deal.” Her expression softened as she added, “Besides, I stopped calling you Torao-kun ages ago. That should say something, right?”
He glowered at her, then sighed even as he grit his teeth to hold back a biting retort. Damn it, she was right. About both those things. But Nami, while certainly guarded in matters of the heart, was far more cavalier when it came to displaying affection. He’d felt little more than relief when she’d dropped the annoying nickname, “Law-kun” being vastly more preferable and respectful. Though, now that he thought about it, she’d dropped the -kun from his name as well. When had that happened? Why hadn’t he noticed?
Ikkaku’s snarky voice in his ear told him he hadn’t noticed because he hadn’t wanted to notice, because he was a bastard in denial, and it was easier to pretend he hadn’t fallen in love when he thought Nami was keeping him at arms’ length too.
Even if she hadn’t really said it, Law made a mental note to give his engineer some minor punishment for insubordination. Mostly because he knew she would say that if given the chance. She totally deserved it. Well, not entirely but he could easily make it up to her after with some chocolate and some new tools if he felt too guilty.
“It says you don’t have a death wish,” he fired back, though the tattooed arm around Nami’s trim waist tightened possessively.
“Of course not. I’m not Zoro,” she countered, the corner of her mouth curling into a teasing grin as she settled further into his embrace. She fit so perfectly against his side, the warmth of her body seeping into his skin. Like she belonged there.
A delicate hand rested on his forearm, surprisingly strong fingers squeezing the muscles before relaxing. As if reassuring herself he was indeed solid and real. “Speaking of death wishes, it’s a good thing your crew kept you from being a suicidal wreck. If you’d died and left us to clean up the mess you’d made with Kaido, I would have marched into Hell and dragged your ass back into the land of the living.”
The reprimand made him huff and a smirk tugged at his own lips. Despite her weak and cowardly reputation, he absolutely believed she’d follow through on that threat. His woman was a lioness at heart.
“What a shame. Figure by the time you got down there, I’d be running the place. Could rule by my side,” he offered.
Nami waved her hand dismissively. “Nah. Tempting as that sounds, doubt Hell has much by way of treasure. ‘Can’t take it with you’ and all that. You’d be coming back up here with me, then paying me ten times your bounty for the inconvenience, with interest.”
The mood was instantly lighter, and Law felt a surge of relief that she wasn’t dwelling on his confession. It wasn’t that she hadn’t heard it or didn’t understand the seriousness of what had been said—she was simply smart enough that further words were not needed. More than that, a secretive woman like herself recognized how quickly and easily it would be for him to shut back up again if she demanded more. If she needed further explanation, the clever thief had enough patience and experience to bide her time and weasel that out of him later.
Such a devious, wonderful woman. Law was never letting her go.
He wouldn’t say “I love you.” Those words still tasted bitter on his tongue and strangled him from the inside, and from what he knew of Nami’s past, a similar sentiment was shared. Perhaps they’d never say them.
That was fine by him. Sometimes words were necessary, but other times, the absence of saying something was far more important.
Nami finds the perfect opportunity to get Law back for something he'd done in the past and she enjoys every second of it...
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 2,162
Nami entered into the galley with a yawn, arms stretching high above her head. It was still fairly early, but the entire crew was up by this point, causing their typical ruckus. She normally liked sleeping in, but even with the women's sleeping quarters on the opposite side of the lawn deck, the noise her crew made had woke her up, much to her displeasure.
With a sigh and some strategic manoeuvring so she didn't get hit with food flung around by her Captain, she plopped down into her designated seat. Law was in his usual seat to her right, picking at his plate of breakfast. She gave him a small smile while she reached for the pitcher of orange juice and poured herself a glass. He returned it with a grunt, mouth currently full of food and eyes wandering around to make sure his breakfast was still safe from thieving, rubbery hands.
Chopper, Bepo and Robin were the only three not currently cramped within the galley, Nami noted. She'd seen Bepo on the lawn deck with Robin when she made her way over, enjoying her morning cup of tea. It was a smart place to be, much more peaceful than the chaos unfolding in front of her. Chopper was more than likely in the infirmary, one of the only other spots Sanji would allow him to eat, and he wouldn't let the little reindeer go hungry, no matter what.
Honestly, it was the perfect scenario for the plan she had cooked up while laying in bed the night before. With both residents who had an enhanced sense of smell out of the equation, Nami knew she had a higher chance of succeeding in her little revenge plot. A mischievous smirk unknowingly spread across her lips as she continued to pile her plate with food, excitement sparking at the prospect of what she was about to do.
It had been about a week since the shopping trip Nami had gone on where Law unexpectedly fucked her in the changing room and then left her to carry on like nothing happened. She could vividly remember the strange look she got from the shopkeeper when she emerged from behind the curtain—no doubt looking disheveled and flushed—and that was when she vowed she'd get revenge on the bastard. That revenge was just about to come to fruition, too.
Stabbing her fork into the pile of scrambled eggs on her plate, Nami tilted her head enough to watch Law's face, and when she caught his attention she quickly schooled her features into an expression of utter innocence. It instantly had Law on edge, she could see, golden eyes narrowing a fraction in suspicion.
❝ Yes, Nami-ya? ❞ he tightly asked after swallowing down the mouthful of rice he'd been chewing, one hand reaching forward for his mug of coffee.
Nami hummed at his question, focusing on meticulously chewing her eggs as she twirled her fork around in the air.
❝ Oh, nothing. ❞
Law's brow furrowed, but instead of questioning her further he simply shrugged and went about taking a drink of coffee, completely unaware of Nami's hand that had snuck under the table. He jerked when it landed on his thigh and she gave it a gentle, falsely reassuring squeeze. The gesture almost had him spilling his drink, only just managing to catch himself at the last second before the scalding liquid could slosh over the mug's rim. Wide eyes turned back in her direction, which she simply gave him her best shit eating grin, eyes glittering with mischief.
Serves you right, asshole.
Fingers gently traced along the muscles Nami could feel tensing up under the thick denim of Law's jeans, stopping at his knee before she curled her nails in and dragged. Even from where she was sitting she could hear the hitch in his throat. Good, maybe this was going to be a little easier than she'd first thought. Nami did a quick sweep of the table to make sure no one had caught on to what was going on between them. Of course not, Luffy currently the center of attention and hopefully he would be continue to keep that attention on him until she was done.
Focus back on her meal, Nami made sure to look as nonchalant as possible despite how she was now massaging the inside of Law's thigh, the underside of her wrist brushing up against his crotch every now and then from the angle. Maybe she was being a little meaner than necessary with the way she wrapped her lips around her fork, eyes darting over to watch Law's reactions every once in a while. She could feel how tense he was under her hand. Despite that, he was doing just as good of a job keeping a straight face, even if there was a slight twitch to his eyebrow, jaw a little too tight to be conveyed as a completely neutral expression.
If one looked close enough, or knew Law’s tells as well as she did, you could see the smoldering in those golden irises, promising punishment when this was all over. It had a thrill shooting up Nami's spine. Sure, this was payback for what he'd done to her, but this was their back and forth; always seeking to one-up the other whenever possible. Nami always looked forward to seeing exactly what Law would come up with next, even if at the time she would be annoyed with him, and she was sure he did the same.
Finally, Nami took a little pity on her lover—was it pity, really?—and firmly ground the heel of her palm against his slowly hardening cock, knowing the harsh line of his zipper would probably hurt a little bit, but she also knew that he liked the slight bite of pain. She watched in silence out of the corner of her eye as Law bit into his lip, muffling the barely there groan. His hips lifted from the chair to try and get more friction from her grinding, but she removed her hand quickly, tutting softly under her breath.
On the guise that she was just leaning in to say something to Law over the din of breakfast, Nami allowed her fork to drop to her plate. She pressed a gentle kiss to the sensitive skin just below the lobe of his ear, hair shielding the action from prying eyes. The temptation to take those gleaming gold hoops into her mouth was strong, but she managed to fight it off.
❝ Better be quiet, Torao. Don't want to catch the attention of my Captain, hm? ❞ Nami murmured against his skin, punctuating her statement with a firm squeeze of his cock through his jeans, relishing in the way he bucked forward with a growl.
The strain she was putting on him was clear on his face when she leaned away to sit back in her chair. He was openly glaring at her now, golden hues darkened with lust. Lips were pressed into a firm line and the tendons in his neck were a little more prominent than usual. It had pride swelling in her chest to be able to bring the Surgeon of Death to this state with just a few touches. Hopefully no one else noticed his struggle.
With a soft hum, Nami brought her hand up a little further to give a firm tug on his belt, making quick work of unbuckling and pulling the leather open, which was a feat in and of itself with only using one hand. The other had returned to grabbing her fork and shovelling more food into her mouth to keep their current activity as inconspicuous as possible.
As discreetly as she could manage, she continued undoing his pants, a grin coming to her lips at the sigh of relief that Law let out, his body visibly relaxing for a few seconds. It tensed right back up once she slipped her hand into his briefs and curled delicate fingers around his now fully hard erection, pulling it free from its confines. Lips parted on a wordless retort at being exposed to the cooler air of the galley, and before he could say anything that would reveal what was happening beneath the table, he quickly shoved another mouthful of onigiri in his mouth.
Giving his entire length a few experimental strokes, Nami soon got a decent rhythm going, wrist flicking just right when she got to the head of his cock, thumb swirling in the beads of precum that were already welling up from the slit. He was really enjoying this, wasn't he? Was the thought of being caught turning him on as much as it was her? If his bodily reactions were anything to go by, she could only assume so.
With every upstroke, she could feel his hips lifting from the chair to try and follow her hand, which he would quickly retreat back when she gave a threatening squeeze. She could just barely hear the strained noises emitting from his throat every time she rubbed at a particularly sensitive spot on his cock with her thumb, taking her time with tracing the prominent vein along the underside.
At one point he dropped one of his own hands under the table to encircle her's to try and speed things up, closing her fist more around his length to add more pressure. Nami complied for the most part, increasing her speed, and gripping his cock a little tighter when she passed over the base. She really wished she could use both hands, or her mouth to get him off. It would only add to his torture and that was exactly what she was going for. But if she was missing from the table at breakfast, suspicions would instantly arise. So this was going to have to do.
A rather audible groan had her tilting her head enough to really take Law in. He was clearly struggling with keeping himself under control now. Teeth were sunk deeply into his bottom lip, food completely forgotten on the plate in front of him, and his free hand was balled into a tight fist beside his coffee mug. He even had his eyes closed at this point, head tilted forward just enough to hide the upper portion of his face with his unruly hair. Must be close, then.
Checking to make sure they still hadn't drawn anyone's attention, Nami continued jerking him off, making it a point to squeeze where she knew he liked, and once again leaned forward to whisper in his ear. This time she indulged herself a little bit and nibbled on his earlobe just above where his earrings sat.
❝ Come on, Law. Let go for me, ❞ Nami whispered, following it up with a quiet, breathy groan of her own.
That was all it took. In the next moment Law's thighs tensed up, body visibly shuddering as his hips jerked wildly from his release. Feeling him come undone under her ministrations was exhilarating. His thick cum coating her fingers and dripping down onto his pants almost threw her over the edge as well and Nami hadn't even touched herself through this entire thing beyond clenching her thighs together. That was the type of hold he had on her and her body.
She sighed softly against the side of his neck before she leaned back, eyes fixating on the way his chest was heaving with his labored breaths. If anyone was paying attention now, they would no doubt have an idea of what just happened.
Law's face was flushed, sweat beading up along his forehead and sticking some strands of dark hair to his skin. He honestly looked fucked out, satisfied, and Nami loved it.
When he finally seemed to calm down, he opened his eyes and sent a dirty look in her direction, which she simply stuck her tongue out at him. Releasing his softening cock from her grip, she let him set himself straight as she wiped her hand off along the thigh of his jeans, much to Law's disgust. To really bring it home, Nami made sure to keep eye contact as she brought her hand up to lick off the remnants of his release from her index finger with a hum of approval, delighted to see that despite being spent, his pupils still dilated a fraction. She knew he had quite a bit of stamina, needed to with his Devil Fruit, so she could imagine he was already thinking of ways to get her back for this.
Quite satisfied with herself, Nami deliberately took her time with finishing up her meal. She washed it all down with a few long drinks of her juice before she finally stood up and walked away without another word, a smug expression crossing her features.
Little did they know, someone had caught on to what they'd just done, they just couldn't make an expression to show they had.
