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Wetter Than a Yellow Submarine	By : PornAnonymous Category: Naruto Crossovers > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 8499 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Discovery
- 2-Burnt Like the Sun
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Summary: After two years of sailing with the Straw Hats, Hinata starts to wonder about certain things. Like, why do various members of the crew disappear together into the aquarium lounge some nights, while everyone else is sleeping? What are those strange noises Hinata hears late at night? What do Luffy and Law whisper to each other, while they think no one else is looking?
In other words, Hinata discovers that the Straw Hats like to have orgy parties—a discovery that both makes her question her nakama, and how she can get invited to these parties.
[Note: This fic was inspired by something I read on AO3, where the Straw Hats (except Chopper) engage in orgies to express their trust and love for each other. It’s a really sweet fic, and turned me on to basically pairing everyone with everyone. Adding Hinata in and Naruto concepts is just me fulfilling a personal bonus. Enjoy!]
At first, when she’d initially joined the Straw Hats at fifteen, Hinata hadn’t thought much about it.
Did Zoro and Sanji sometimes sneak off to be alone with each other, despite apparently hating each other? Yes, and Hinata noticed this—but she’d never bothered to ask about it. For one, it didn’t seem like it was any of her business, and two...well, it just didn’t seem worth worrying over?
After all, the crew members already had history upon history with each other, the sort that builds steadfast friendships and secrets only each other knew. And while Hinata had wanted to get closer to her new nakama at the time, she also respected their privacy. She’d been certain that Zoro and Sanji had secrets that only they understood, so it would make sense for them to have private nightly conversations.
Did Nami disappear at night sometimes, along with Robin? Sure. But Hinata figured that the situation was the same, as well as with the rest of the crew—well, except for Chopper and Brook, of course. For some reason, whatever secret the Straw Hats held together, Chopper and Brook did not seem to participate.
While this had all been curious, Hinata had not been given the time to question. Not when they landed on Sabaody, and everything changed.
Luckily for her, the situation hadn’t been all hopeless—
“Hinata!” Luffy grinned at her, and proceeded to run across the field towards her, a tall young blonde woman from Amazon Lily behind him.
Despite the tears rolling down her cheeks, Hinata ran from behind Hancock to meet him. “Luffy!”
But even then, they had not been given the time. Not when they had to fight through the World Government’s cruelest and most sophisticated prison, had to fight a man literally made of poison, whose attacks Hinata had to keep absorbing (and throwing back ten times) with her chakra to prevent Luffy from getting hurt—
“L-Luffy, no offense, but I’m getting real sick of this whole Devil Fruit stuff!” (Life as a ninja was already bad enough...)
—and don’t even get Hinata started on the shit storm that Marineford had been, especially near the end.
When all of that was on your plate, discovering the secrets of your nakama and their nightly rendezvous just didn’t feel all that important.
And then, two years later—with the crew reunited and trained in new skills—it finally happened.
Hinata woke up to the distinct feeling that something missing from her bed, something warm and soft that she’d been cuddling in her sleep—well, the bed she shared with Nami and Robin. With eyelids like lead, she opened her eyes and observed the room with clouded white eyes. She propped herself up on her elbows, yawning softly before turning around to face Nami—
Who wasn’t there.
She blinked and tilted her head to the other end of the bed, where Robin usually—
“Eh?” Hinata stared at the empty bed. “Where did they...?”
She shut her mouth and sat up, now fully awake and senses going haywire. She couldn’t sense any foreign energies, either Devil Fruit, Chakra or otherwise, so there likely wasn’t any enemy break-in. There also weren’t any sounds of battle, which she would have sensed anyway. So, no danger. That was good.
Still, Hinata activated her Byakugan, because Where are they?
Jumping from her bed, she walked out of the room and started looking around the Sunny. She paused when she realized that there was a familiar energy signature gathered below the deck, where the aquarium room was. Hinata blinked out of her Byakugan and frowned. What were they all doing down there?
Curious and a little too tired to think of any rational actions (such as getting back to sleep), Hinata quietly walked across the deck and towards the stairs that led downstairs. As she walked down the hallway, she became aware of a faint cacophony of sounds—sounds that only became louder the closer she got to the door into the lounge. She narrowed her eyes at the door, briefly wondering if she should bother opening the door, when—
“...I think I’ll head in, you guys have a good night—oh.”
Luffy blinked down at her with wide eyes, his hand pausing in opening the door, which was just wide enough for Hinata to see what was going on inside the room, and—oh. Hinata gasped, her cheeks going red and her eyes going wide as plates.
Oh, my God.
Admittedly, she didn’t see much except for the motley of nude bodies, sweat and other fluids, and skin bruised with handprints and teeth, but it was enough for her brain to piece together what was going on, especially when she became aware of the soft moans and gasps coming from them.
When she blinked, she found herself focusing in on Sanji near the middle of the room. Naked, arms tied behind his back, and looking all sorts of wrecked, he was kneeling on the floor in front of Zoro—moaning around Zoro’s cock like it was all he’d ever need, his cheeks flushed and his wide blue eyes gleaming up at him with something distinctly not hate—and Nami crouching beside him to croon praises in his ear, her hand curled tightly into the roots of his hair.
Hinata then quickly glimpsed more of the room—Robin riding Usopp’s cock with a wide, but warm smirk as she pinned his hands and body down with her Devil Fruit power; Usopp clenching his eyes closed and gritting his teeth, looking like he was trying so, so hard not to come; Franky watching the scenes with a hungry grin and a big hand wrapped around his really, really, like, obnoxiously huge dick, holy shit—
Now, to review: When Hinata had initially joined the Straw Hats two years ago, she had been a different person. She had been shy, insecure, and depressed over her then-recent near death experience via attempted murder—one that she still didn’t remember, except for a faint recollection of pain, blood seeping through her fingers, and multiple voices that no doubt belonged to her attackers—not exactly adventure material, let alone pirate material. It hadn’t been hard to fluster her, shift her from trained warrior to a stuttering, blushing hot mess that was likely close to fainting.
A lot had happened since then, enough for Hinata to go through a change. Rather than hide, Hinata had become a major offensive on the crew. Rather than blindly throw herself into danger, she’d become more methodical—especially after seeing the effect her use of chakra had against Devil Fruit Users—and had gained more skills through her rough, but fulfilling two-year training with Jimbei.
Ah, yes. Hinata had been certain, when she met with the Straw Hats as they landed on Fishman Island, that the flustered mess of a girl she’d been had long been put to bed and smothered with her own pillow. Hinata had even made sure to say something sweet at her funeral.
—“OH MY GOD!”
Everything in the room stopped, everyone turning toward the door with wide eyes. Not looking guilty, but very much like they’d been caught with their hand in a cookie jar, they all stared to see Hinata covering her eyes, her face cherry red down to her neck.
“I-I-I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I wasn’t.” She uncovered her eyes and looked at them with wide eyes, her arms flailing wildly. “I thought—I was looking for Nami and Robin, because they were missing from bed, and well you two know I have trouble sleeping alone, and I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, but I was curious, and I sensed all this energy down here, and I just thought ‘Oh, hey, maybe this is an important meeting that I forgot about’, and then I was here and Luffy opened the door and, and—I’M SO SORRY,” Hinata nearly screamed as she bowed low with remorse. Then she whipped around and nearly ran back to her room.
Wide eyed, Luffy opened his mouth and closed it, not sure what to say to that. He turned to lock gazes with Nami, who had slammed her palm to her blushing face, and he looked at the rest of his crew.
“I’m gonna, um,” he stammered a little, still as numb as they felt. “I’m gonna check on her.”
With that, Luffy closed the door and followed Hinata, leaving the Straw Hats to stare at the door.
Sanji was one of the few staring with wide stunned eyes, when he felt something familiar poking his cheek. He glared up at Zoro.
“Seriously, marimo?!”
Zoro blinked back, raising an eyebrow with a scowl. “What?”
“My little ninja princess just experienced the trauma of our, of our depravity,” he hissed, “and your response to that is to continue?!”
A beat.
“Yes.”
Sanji and Zoro leveled each other with a glare, even as the former remained in his vulnerable state (dripping erection still included). Then Sanji let out a sigh, shaking his head, half resigned and half frustrated.
“You’re lucky it’s your turn to top,” he muttered before opening his mouth and sinking down to again taste the cock he liked too much.
Back in bed, Hinata lay wide awake feeling a burn in her cheeks and everywhere else in her body. What was that? Okay, stupid question. Hinata knew what the hell that was, what she saw. She knew what sex was, what an orgy was; she even had basic knowledge of BDSM entailed. She’d even had sex before...but never the sort she witnessed tonight. And to see not only that, but to see the Straw Hats—
Okay, so Hinata wasn’t blind or coldblooded. For a motley crew of pirates, most of her nakama were nearly obnoxiously attractive. From Zoro’s powerful arms, Sanji’s lovely blue eyes, to Nami and Robin’s more than ample...assets (which Hinata loved to cuddle, because...tits), Luffy just being amazing, and even Usopp’s new muscles—with the exception of Chopper and Brook, the Straw Hats were hot, plain and simple.
Hinata had often caught herself staring after them before, had often imagined herself with various members in compromising positions. She was only human, after all, and it had been a long time since she’d had anyone between her thighs. And when you’re surrounded by this much hot, especially while sparring with one of them, it’s a little hard to not think about crossing that line between platonic friendship, into something more carnal.
Hinata whimpered and buried her face in her pillow, the image of the Straw Hat orgy still burned in her mind. As if she didn’t need any more fantasies, let alone reasons to crush on a few of her nakama, especially—
“Hey, you okay?”
With another groan, she buried herself deeper. Just kill me now.
Luffy stared at the lump that Hinata was curling into, and he smiled a little. He quietly closed the door and walked to crouch in front of her.
“Can I get in?” He asked.
Hinata paused, then slightly inclined her head in a nod.
With a wider smile, Luffy stood up and walked to the other side of the bed. He carefully removed his straw hat and placed it on the nightstand. Then, as he lifted the quilt, he slid into bed until he was barely an arm’s length from Hinata. When she still didn’t turn around to meet him, Luffy gently stroked one finger down her arm.
“We can talk about it, if you want,” he said, his voice surprisingly gentle.
After a beat or two, Hinata finally turned her head to look over at Luffy, her white eyes clouded and vulnerable.
“Are...is everyone mad at me?”
Luffy blinked, then laughed, shaking his head a little.
“Nah, they probably went back to screwing soon as I closed the door,” he said. “They’re probably more worried about you.”
“Me?” Hinata didn’t get it. “Why?”
“Well, you did seem a little scared.”
“Oh! Oh, no, I wasn’t s-scared.”
Luffy raised an eyebrow, his eyes gleaming with too much amusement. Hinata flushed under the stare, but pouted.
“I wasn’t!” She protested, then added almost too softly, “Just nervous.”
“Why’s that?”
“I’ve never...I’m not...I don’t really know.” Hinata looked up at him, clenching the blanket. “I guess it’s because I didn’t expect it? And I don’t know how to react, because I’m w-worried that this will change my relationships with everyone, and that they’ll think I’m lame because I’m not that experienced, or worse, they’ll want me to join and then they’ll really see how much of a mess I truly am, and they’ll think I’m bad and—”
“Whoa, whoa, Hinata,” Luffy placed his hand over her mouth and slid closer. The smile he was wearing was small, part amused and part understanding. “Okay first, you need to chill. It’s really not that big of a deal. You didn’t hurt anyone, no one hates you, and no one is going to pressure you into doing anything you don’t want to do. And two...remember to breathe when you spew word vomit. You’re no use to me if you’re dead,” he added with a light smirk.
Once Hinata nodded, Luffy removed his hand to see her rather bashful smile.
“S-sorry,” she said.
“No problem.”
A pause.
“I-I do have questions, though.”
“Heh, figured that. Go ahead,” he said as he slid closer to her.
Hinata opened her mouth to ask—only to feel a yawn crawl up her throat and make its way out. Luffy snickered as he watched her eyes cloud with exhaustion. He reached out and cupped her cheek, lightly stroking the skin.
“Tomorrow,” he said, his voice soft once again. “You can ask anything you want tomorrow, and I will tell you.”
Moaning slightly, Hinata nodded into his hand. “...Can you stay? Please.”
Luffy nodded, near beaming. “Of course!”
As if to make his point, he removed his hand from her cheek and wrapped his arm around her waist, near pulling her to him, while his free arm rested above their heads in a sort-of arch against the pillows. The position was a familiar one, one that they’d often gone into when things had been chaotic—especially after Marineford, when sleep couldn’t come to either as easily, for various reasons. It was one of many things Hinata had missed terribly when Jimbei took her to Fishman Island to train.
Smiling once more, Hinata let her eyes slide closed. She breathed in and out, reveling in the warmth Luffy gave off, the familiarity of the embrace. She wondered if Luffy had missed this too.
“Thank you, Luffy,” she whispered one more time.
Luffy felt his heart thump as he watched Hinata fall asleep. It still amazed him how peaceful she could look, whether after a rough battle or a regular day on the ship, and how easily a smile came to her in sleep. He briefly wondered what she could be dreaming about, even now.
After a moment or so, he pulled her closer, his arm around her waist and her head tucked under his chin. He stroked her short black hair once, then smiled into her temple, closing his eyes.
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