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[Prompt, OG Stud, Yuri] Since it is Pride Month, Nami wants to do one thing and that is eat Nico's ass. Thankfully she did win a wager between the last month and Nami is using it to convince Nico to let her eat her ass.
The salty tang of the sea breeze mingled with the humid air, carrying the faint scent of adventure and something far more intoxicating – Nico Robin. Nami, ever the astute navigator, had been tracking that particular scent for weeks, ever since the calendar had flipped to June. Pride Month. A time for celebration, for liberation, and for Nami, a time to claim her prize.
"Remember our little wager, Robin?" Nami purred, tracing a finger along the archaeologist's bare arm, sending shivers down her spine. They were lounging in a secluded corner of the Sunny's deck, the setting sun painting the sky in fiery hues.
Robin, ever composed, raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. "The one about who could decipher that ancient Poneglyph fragment fastest, without any of your… unconventional methods?" A slight smirk played on her lips. "I recall you claiming victory by a mere hour."
"An hour that now belongs to me, my dear," Nami corrected, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous hunger that Robin knew all too well. "And for Pride Month, I've decided exactly how I want to cash in." She leaned in, her voice dropping to a husky whisper that sent a delicious shiver through Robin's core. "I want to eat your ass."
Robin's smirk faltered, replaced by a slow, knowing smile that was equal parts surprise and wicked anticipation. "My, my, Nami. Straight to the point, aren't we?" Her gaze drifted to Nami's lips, then back to her intense, demanding eyes. The air between them crackled. "And what makes you think I'd agree to such a… intimate request?"
"Because you lost," Nami said simply, her hand now sliding lower, cupping the soft curve of Robin's hip. "And because I know you want it just as much as I do." She squeezed gently, her thumb brushing over the thin fabric of Robin's shorts. "Besides," Nami added, her voice a seductive purr, "it's Pride Month. A time to explore all our desires, isn't it? To celebrate every delicious facet of who we are."
A low hum rumbled in Robin's throat, a sound of surrender and burgeoning pleasure. "You are quite persuasive, Nami," she admitted, her eyes half-lidded. "Very well. A wager is a wager."
Minutes later, the soft pink mat usually reserved for Robin's stretches was spread out, damp and warm from a recent splash of seawater. Robin, with a graceful arch of her back, settled onto her hands and knees, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders. Her blue t-shirt rode up, exposing the delectable curve of her lower back and the tantalizing glimpse of her perfectly round, wet cheeks. Her large, heavy breasts, freed from any restraint, swung gently, their tips already glistening with anticipation. She turned her head, a slow, confident smile gracing her lips, her eyes locking with Nami's. "Don't disappoint me, navigator."
Nami’s breath hitched. The sight was even more glorious than she’d imagined. Robin's skin was slick with moisture, glistening under the fading light, every curve a promise. Nami kneeled behind her, her own heart pounding a wild rhythm against her ribs. She reached out, her fingers trembling slightly as they splayed over Robin's firm, wet ass, feeling the heat radiate from her. The scent of salt, sun, and pure, intoxicating woman filled her senses.
"Never," Nami vowed, her voice thick with desire. She leaned in, her nose brushing against the soft, warm flesh. A low groan escaped Robin's lips as Nami’s tongue, hot and eager, traced the delicate seam, tasting the salty-sweetness of her skin. Nami took her time, savoring the moment, teasing, swirling, before finally parting the plush cheeks and diving in.
A gasp tore from Robin's throat, her body arching involuntarily as Nami’s tongue found its target. Nami was relentless, her mouth working with a practiced expertise that belied her initial nervousness. She licked, she sucked, she teased the sensitive bud, drawing out whimpers and moans that grew louder with every stroke. Robin’s hips began to buck, a primal rhythm taking over as Nami devoured her, making her forget everything but the exquisite pleasure blossoming deep within her core.
Robin's fingers clenched on the mat, her knuckles white. Her head fell back, exposing her throat, her eyes squeezed shut in pure ecstasy. "Nami… oh, Nami!" she cried out, her voice raw, her body trembling under the onslaught of Nami's devoted mouth. The world outside faded, replaced by the symphony of Nami's hungry lips and tongue, and Robin's own rising tide of bliss. This Pride Month, Nami was certainly making a statement, and Robin was more than happy to be its delicious, trembling canvas.
