The sea was silent, seductive. The Thousand Sunny rocked gently, as if the ship itself didn’t want to wake the sleeping crew below deck. But three Straw Hats remained above, caught in the kind of midnight moment where things just... happen.
Luffy sat on the deck, arms behind his head, bare chest rising and falling in rhythm with the waves. His eyes weren’t wild with hunger or adventure. Not tonight. Tonight, they were… sharp. Curious. Watching.
Nami leaned over the rail, orange tank top hanging just a little too loose, the salty breeze teasing her exposed skin. Her shorts? Too short for innocence, too tight to ignore. She glanced over her shoulder, smirking.
“What?” she said, noticing Luffy’s eyes linger a second too long.
Luffy blinked. “Nothin’. Just wondering when your shorts became that small.”
“Oh?” Nami tilted her head, fake shock in her voice. “Captain noticing his navigator’s legs now? You better be careful, Luffy. Look too long and you might get ideas.”
Robin chuckled softly from her hammock, crossing one elegant leg over the other. Her robe, thin as fog, slipped slightly down one shoulder, revealing a smooth curve that shimmered in the moonlight. She didn’t bother fixing it.
“Ideas are dangerous things,” she said, her voice like warm sake. “Especially at night. Especially on a ship full of sleepers.”
Luffy looked between them, lips curling into that cocky smile that made Nami feel something unfamiliar—an itch she couldn’t scratch.
“Maybe I like dangerous things,” he said.
Nami’s eyebrow arched. “Oh really? Since when?”
Robin’s smile widened. “Since tonight, it seems.”
Nami sauntered closer to Luffy, barefoot on the wood, hips swaying with zero shame. She crouched in front of him, placing one hand on his knee.
“Careful, Captain,” she purred. “Saying things like that... a girl might think you’re finally growing up.”
He tilted his head. “What if I am?”
There was a beat. No laughter. No teasing. Just tension. The kind that coils like rope in your gut.
From the hammock, Robin spoke again—low, honey-smooth. “You know, Luffy... most boys your age wouldn’t survive one of us. Let alone both.”
“Oh?” Luffy turned to her, grinning wider. “You think I can’t handle it?”
Nami leaned in, so close he could smell the citrus on her breath. “Baby, you’re a rubber man. The question is... how far can you stretch?”
Robin’s soft laugh spilled out. “Now now, Nami. Don’t break the Captain. At least not on the first night.”
“I’m not breaking anything,” Nami said, dragging her finger slowly up Luffy’s chest. “Just… testing limits.”
Luffy swallowed.
Was it hot on the deck, or was that just the heat between them?
Robin stood gracefully from her hammock and walked toward them, hips swaying in that way that said I know exactly what I’m doing and so do you. Her robe parted with every step, revealing a glimpse of toned thighs and just a hint of black lace.
Nami looked up. “Finally joining the fun, Miss MILF of the Sea?”
Robin grinned. “Someone has to supervise the children.”
Nami giggled, but her eyes never left Luffy. “Then you better hold him down. I think he’s about to lose control.”
Robin stood behind Luffy, resting her hands on his shoulders. “He already has. He just doesn’t realize it yet.”
Luffy looked up at her, and for once, he didn’t laugh.
He just said: “Then show me what I’m missing.”
