#nami thirst

nami simply asked you to be a good girl tonight, and enjoy the little celebration they held for usopp's birthday. but you did not listen to her warnings. yet, another time where you went exactly against what she told you. and nami? oh, she despised it so much when you behaved in the wrong way. but how could you just sit there, and watch how sanji tried to swoon your girlfriend, who sat at the table, all dolled up.

"so," nami cleared her throat, painfully slowly peeling the skin of one of the oranges in the basket across from her. "how is it possible that you always rebel against my words?" her half-lidded eyes glanced up from the fruit in the palm of her hand, taking in the image of you.

hands neatly tied behind the back and the legs spread widely at her comment. the conversation nami engaged in, was pretty much one-sided. bundles of green paper, a large folded bundle of berry, stuffed between your pretty, swollen lips. the navigator loved the money, but she adored it more when she could use it for or against you.

your answer to her rhetorical question was certainly a muffled mess. the bundled paper in your mouth soaked up the spit from your tongue, the dryness in your throat attempted to coax out any sound possible, but it failed to your displeasure, and nami's pleasure. staring at you, pupils dilated as the possessiveness almost drew a protective ring around the navigator's orbs. nami raised her pointer finger, smirking solely at the thin film of sticky juices on the tip before bringing it to her lips.

"mhm," the orange-haired let her lids fall closed, enjoying the taste of the mixture on the tip of her fingers. and it was torture, but not for her, simply for you. minutes ago, before nami decided you had to be punished for acting out again, her long and thin fingers were deeply buried in your sweet cunt. two of them, eagerly hunting your climax until she stopped before the last wave of bliss could truly throw you into an ecstasy-filled haze. nami sat back on the stool, an orange in her hand and softly peeling the skin while watching you struggle against losing the seconds of ultimate pleasure.

her long legs were spread widely, showing off that she wasn't wearing a thin piece of fabric underneath the way-too-short dress. your eyes raked over her body, how her breasts moved with each heavy breath she took to control her own desires. how she nervously tapped the tip of her shoes against the ground, waiting for the minutes of torture to be over. how her folds already glistened so perfectly, her wetness already spreading along her thighs. "you taste so sweet, better even with oranges,"

nami's tongue darted out, flattening against her long fingers and licking off the mixed juices of the fruit and of your pussy. but her eyes, those devilish eyes were glued to your trembling body. struggling against the restraints of your wrists and feet, trying to at least beg but the money swallowed your words and your empty, unsatisfied pussy clenched around nothing.

"do you want me to help you?" she whispered, almost inaudible for you while whining. you nodded your head frantically, hoping to get the message across, and her? oh, nami chuckled. satisfied by your answer, satisfied by the state you were in, and certainly satisfied that you hopefully learned your lesson.

"let me help you, sweetheart," the navigator spoke again, placing the peeled orange on the table beside her as she stood up from the chair, slowly walking towards the bed. she kneeled in front of your trembling figure, the eyes at the same height as your pulsating pussy. "oh darling, you're so wet," she whispered, admiring the way your juices glistened on your folds and clit. "and you're already making a mess on my expensive satin sheets," nami reached out, letting her fingertip run over your pussy and collecting the juices.

"oh, this is going to take all night, my little dove,"