content warning: +18 nsfw, fem!reader, mommy kink, fingering, kissing, nami has a strap on but refers to it as cock lol, i fear this is cringe somehow bc i forgot how to write smut ?? not proofread.
a/n: omg omg omg !! i’m so happy someone requested nami bc i love her sm and i wanted to write something for her but had like zero ideas ?? so yeah i’m super duper happy. i hope you’ll enjoy it <3
“look at you darling,” she grins. her thumb circles your clit, fingers skilfully thrusting into you. you moan, squirming under her ministrations. “m-mommy,” you reach for her wrist, nami fastened the movement of her fingers at that. her lips find yours and for a moment the two of you get lost in the kiss, then nami pulls away, sits back and pushes your legs further apart.
“what do you need, baby?” she kisses your warm cheeks, hands caressing your hips and legs. “you… please,” you beg, squirming under her gentle touch. “you’re being so good, you deserve a reward for sure.”
nami smirks and pushes the head of the strap towards your gaping hole, making you gasp. she uses your fluids as lube, before slowly pushing inside. you wine sweetly, nami’s hands reach yours and she kisses your chin as she bottom out, waiting a moment so you could adjust.
“you’re taking mommy’s cock so well, baby. you’re perfect,” she praises you, making your heart flutter. “doing so good.” nami thrusts into you, enjoying the sweet sounds escaping your lips and the way your body is squirming under her. “i’m close… ngh– please nami,” you arch your back, as she repeatedly hits your cervix. when her fingers find your clit once again, you finally reach your peak.
“you did so good, baby. so, so good,” nami peppers your face with kisses as she praises you, guiding you through your orgasm. “my love,” you chase her lips and cup her face to kiss her.
❄ day 3 - accelerated heartbeat, kissing in the snow, “here, take my coat.”
❄fandom/character(s) - one piece - nami x reader
❄warnings - no beta reader, no warnings- just fluff, fem!reader - gendered language used once I believe
❄word count: 1.5k
❄ description - nami comes to your rescue, albeit unconventionally. The cold has a remarkable way of bringing people closer.
this one was really fun to write! ig you could call it a songfic for this laufey and dodie cover, I really recommend you listen while reading! shout out to my fellow gays, the nami market is dry asf :(
tomorrow is the lovely nico robin, and it'll be the first christmas themed one on the list!
check out the rest of the days here
“What’s taking all day?” Nami barks from outside the door, as you scrounge through piles of clothes beside your bed. It was an endless sea of cotton and poly-blends. Your red winter coat nowhere in sight.
“Treasure isn’t going to find itself, ya’know!” Her voice booms again. The anxiety of letting Nami down gnaws at your stomach.
Fuck. She was going to kill you if you took any longer.
You sighed, collapsing helplessly on the pile. It was always like this for you. Docking would creep up on you, and your ill-preparedness always left you lagging behind in the pack. Of course, your coat would magically disappear when you were about to dock on a winter island.
Typical.
You hear your name screamed, and a chill runs through your spine. You could feel the clock ticking; it would be only moments before she took the matter into her own hands. You scan your bed, seeing a glow of orange peek out from the mess of clothes. You quickly grab the sweater, shoving your head through the hole as you run out the door.
“Here, sorry, I-I’m ready.” You say through short breaths, finding the rest of the crew has already made their way off the boat. That left your Navigator, a scowl adorning her angelic face. She donned a beautiful pink puffer coat that fell at her knees. You notice how it matched the soft rose that dusted her face.
She puffs her cheeks out, hand on her hip. She onced you over, squinting as she inspected your frumpy, thin clothes.
“Nice sweater.” She nods, eyebrows raised.
“Oh.” You stare down at the shirt and your face twists in embarrassment. You had definitely seen Nami wearing this two weeks ago. It must have ended up in the monster pile by your bed. “I guess I owe you for this?”
Nami shakes her head, shoving her hands in her pockets, searching for heat in the coat. It was pretty cold. The more you stood there with her, you felt the heat of the room leaving your body.
“Is that all you’re wearing?”
“Eh, I’ll be fine.” You shrugged, rubbing your arm to quell the frigid chill from the winter breeze. You tugthe wrinkled sweater over your butt.
Her eyebrows furrow as she pouted, not convinced. She goes to protest, but you don’t let her.
“I won’t have time to be cold if we run!” You grabbed her wrist, tugging her towards the ladder. But you miss the way her face flushes red, silently following your lead.
-
You were not fine. Your skin and lungs burned from the biting air, slicing its way through your body. With each step, you felt like you were going to freeze in place. All of you had split up to search in the snow for the promised treasure on the island, with no luck.
As more time passed, you were convinced people were sent here to die in the cold- much like it felt like you were doing. You tried to keep morale high, but it was a harrowing feat through each chatter of your teeth.
“Hey.” You hear Nami call behind you. You turn and see her running to you, her hair like a rare flower in the sea of white. “You alright?”
“Remind me that I hate snow next time.” You say, as she reaches to dust your shoulders off, fingers lingering on your collar. You watch her face soften, pressing the back of her hand to your cold cheek. It’s surprisingly warm, and soothes your raw skin.
Her touch was gentle. It was enough to melt your numb body, heat rising to the surface where her finger traced your jaw. You try to stop trembling, but she quells more out with each touch. She bites her lip in worry, and you look up to the sky to avoid staring.
“What happened to running, then?”
You give her an exasperated look that makes her smile at you, playfulness in her eyes. You sneeze, and worry is back in her face. She sighed, pulling away as she reached for the zipper of her coat.
“Here. Take my coat.” Nami says, and with no hesitation, she began to shed the pink coat.
It was a simple gesture, one of concern and genuine care. Your skin prickles down your back at the thought, but worry crawls to the forefront of your mind. Your frozen fingers grab her hand, stopping her actions. She looks at you with shocked, wide eyes.
“No,” You say, laced in mirror concern as if you weren’t far away from freezing to death. “then you’ll be cold.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” She rolled her eyes, but her darting eyes and flushed skin betrayed her, “I’ll be colder if I have to drag your frozen body around the island.”
“What is it going to cost…?” You ask, and her eyes flash in something unreadable, a gentle look as she drops your hand.
“Come on, why would I charge you?” She shifts her feet in the snow nervously, and you double over in laughter, voice trembling in the chill. Why wouldn’t she?
“Maybe we could share?” You offer a soft and shy smile. She returns it tenfold.
-
You both awkwardly share the jacket, and it threatens to slip every time you both take a step. It isn’t working at all, but you wouldn’t trade this moment for anything. With each fumble, your arms brushed together, hands daring to tangle into hers. Nami’s coat draped over your shoulders, you try to resist the urge to bury your nose in the sweet scent of her rubbing off onto you.
You peek at Nami from the corner of your eyes, enjoying the shade of ruddy peach that covers her face, and turn away when she looks at you. You both make an effort with each step to keep in time. The trek silent as you both try to look for any signs of treasure, but it was proving hard to think when your body felt like it was on fire.
You both take a break, breathing heavily, and annoyed but unwilling to give in. Maybe you weren't the only person enjoying yourself, as you turn to catch another look at the woman. You were about to ask her something, when a voice in the distance cuts you off.
“Oh, Ladies!”
Nami’s content smile immediately dropped, scowling as the lovesick cook made his way over to you both.
“Are you two okay? I had been looking for you both.” Sanji wrings his hands nervously. The cook offers a cheery smile, worry coating his voice. You and Nami exchange wary gazes.
“Did you need a coat?” Sanji’s eyes flit between the both of you, as he began to shed his own. You feel Nami tense up beside you. “I am plenty warm, you could have mine.”
“She doesn't need anything. Leave us alone.” Nami blurted out, eyebrows furrowed in rage. Sanji’s eyes flash with an array of emotions: hurt, confusion, and sudden realization, before flashing a knowing smile at the irked Nami.
“…I’ll just go bother Marimo,” He turns on a sharp heel, waving a hand in the air. “Stay warm, you two...”
And as swift as he came, Sanji’s gone again, leaving you both with your swimming thoughts.
Nami is hot to the touch as you lean into her, flustered by your closeness, that feels all too apparent, when realizing how intimately ridiculous the situation is. You are the first to laugh, and she hits your shoulder.
“What’s so funny?!” she demands.
You shake your head, her hot hand brushing yours again. “Nothing, nothing, I’m just thinking about how I am going to pay back for your generosity.”
“A billion berries.” She smiled wickedly, but it didn't match the sincerity in her eyes.
You could play that game. “Come on, cut me a deal at least. Half off since we’re sharing?”
“And how would I profit off of that?” She giggled, pressing a hand to shove again, but it stayed, fiddling with the pilling of the knitted orange. You stare at her, speechless, your toes curling in at the tender caress.
Nami’s hums softly, her breath fanning your lips, sweet and minty. “I think I know a way you could pay me.”
Nami pulls the coat over both your heads, a small tent that leaves you both shielded from the onslaught of snow. You reach for her hand, giving it a small squeeze, savoring the way it slots perfectly in yours. She pulls you in by the collar, and there you both stand. You breathe in each other's air for what feels like an eternity, taking in the shadows of each other's face.
Nami breaks the soothing silence first. “I bet…”
“Bet what?” You ask, enjoying the twinkle in her eyes.
“That just like snow, you’ll melt on my tongue too.” She whispers across your lips, her voice smooth as wine. Your knees feel weak.
With all the confidence you could muster, you surge forward, pressing nervous lips to hers to test the theory. Nami’s lips are impossibly soft, meshing into yours tenderly as they return the sweet kiss. You wonder if they were made for this, a perfect heater for the chill of winter.
You sink deeper, hands squeezing hers tightly, as if it would all disappear if you didn’t. She rubs her thumb on the back of your hand, as if to remind you she was, in fact, still there.
Your heart is pounding in your ears, and you feel high off the swirling taste of her.
Her prediction was spot on.
I love the idea of nami always arguing with their partner over chivalrous acts like they're constantly trying to one up each other AAAHHH I kept kicking my feet and screaming while writing this, im too gay to handle the idea-
