Perfect -- One Piece (Nami/Usopp)
Nami’s present to Usopp didn’t require much wrapping and, more importantly, didn’t cost her any money. But even so, she hoped it would be perfect.
She waited until he was on watch to give it to him, climbing up to the Crow’s Nest with the corner of her mouth curled upward in excitement, extremely grateful no one was out on deck to see up her skirt. She needed to go commando tonight.
She swallowed the squeak of surprise he made when she lunged at him, her mouth covering his, fingers already grappling with the buttons of his winter coat. He leaned back when she released him, gasping, “Oh, woman, what are you doing to me?” She buried her face in his neck and giggled, giddy with Christmas spirit and her school-girlish crush. She opened his coat and tugged, drawing it around her as far as it could reach. He shuddered at the feeling of her breasts pressing against him; she nibbled at the skin underneath his chin, hands slipping down into his lap.
“N-Nami?” Usopp whispered, slightly fearful and no-he-was-not-aroused-thank-you-very-much. “Is that your hand on my fly? Because if it is, you should probably move it before you catch my horribly contagious disease where your liver catches on fire and-oh god, Nami, don’t do that, it’s cold out here!”
“Not for long,” she said with a smirk she knew was probably a bit more evil than she intended. She was enjoying this far too much. But he was just so damn cute. “You ready? Mm, I see that you are…”
Usopp let out a very fetching groan and Nami hitched up her skirt and let him slip inside of her. He held onto her shoulders for dear life as she moved, rolling her hips, raising and lowering herself. She watched the puffs of cold air their breath made before kissing him again and again and again.
“Merry Christmas,” she whispered against his lips and when he trembled against her, she knew her present was more than perfect.
She waited until he was on watch to give it to him, climbing up to the Crow’s Nest with the corner of her mouth curled upward in excitement, extremely grateful no one was out on deck to see up her skirt. She needed to go commando tonight.
She swallowed the squeak of surprise he made when she lunged at him, her mouth covering his, fingers already grappling with the buttons of his winter coat. He leaned back when she released him, gasping, “Oh, woman, what are you doing to me?” She buried her face in his neck and giggled, giddy with Christmas spirit and her school-girlish crush. She opened his coat and tugged, drawing it around her as far as it could reach. He shuddered at the feeling of her breasts pressing against him; she nibbled at the skin underneath his chin, hands slipping down into his lap.
“N-Nami?” Usopp whispered, slightly fearful and no-he-was-not-aroused-thank-you-very-much. “Is that your hand on my fly? Because if it is, you should probably move it before you catch my horribly contagious disease where your liver catches on fire and-oh god, Nami, don’t do that, it’s cold out here!”
“Not for long,” she said with a smirk she knew was probably a bit more evil than she intended. She was enjoying this far too much. But he was just so damn cute. “You ready? Mm, I see that you are…”
Usopp let out a very fetching groan and Nami hitched up her skirt and let him slip inside of her. He held onto her shoulders for dear life as she moved, rolling her hips, raising and lowering herself. She watched the puffs of cold air their breath made before kissing him again and again and again.
“Merry Christmas,” she whispered against his lips and when he trembled against her, she knew her present was more than perfect.