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Wetter Than a Yellow Submarine	By : PornAnonymous Category: Naruto Crossovers > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 8499 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or One Piece, nor the characters from either fandom. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-The Discovery
- 2-Burnt Like the Sun
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Chapter Summary: Hinata has a few questions once she and Luffy wake up. Luffy both gives her some answers, and leaves her with more questions...and an unspoken challenge.
When Hinata woke up the next morning, all she felt was a pleasant and familiar warmth that made her heartbeat thrum. With a soft sigh, she opened her eyes to find that she’d been moved to sleep atop Luffy, who was still dead to the world if his snores were any indication. His arms were loosely wrapped around her, one looped around her waist, and the other at her upper back; her own hands had been spread across him, curling near his shoulders.
She giggled when he let out an obnoxious snuffle and murmured under his breath, and settled back down near the crook of his neck. Just as she was about to close her eyes again, Hinata found herself facing something that could have only been really revealed through the sunlight peeking through the room’s window. She blinked a few times, eyes going wider with each one, but the image did not change. There was still a very visible, red, almost bloody hickey on Luffy’s neck.
Oh. OH good God, and just like that, Hinata remembered what she’d witnessed the night before in incredible detail. Even more so, she began to realize one vital bit of info that had escaped her the night before: Luffy was in there too...
And once again, Hinata felt her whole person burn.
(Hello darkness, my old friend, a voice that sounded oddly like Shino started singing inside her head, quickly joined by Kiba at the guitar, Akamaru providing melody in howling, I’ve come to talk with you again...)
Okay, okay, Hyuga. Let’s just evaluate this for a sec, Hinata thought to herself as she took a deep breath, trying to will her blush down, down, down. So, the crew likes to engage in orgies because—well, why not, right? That’s fine. This is a concept that we can live with. It would make sense for Luffy to be involved. Yeah, the same Luffy who pretty much cringes at romance, the same guy who’s oblivious to not only your crush on him, but the fact that basically everyone falls in love with him. Right...?
She paused to think about it, then shook her head, almost too manic. NO. NO, it doesn’t make sense!!
And yet, as Hinata propped herself up and realized that there wasn’t just one hickey, and that it wasn’t just his neck that was all bitten and loved up, she knew that the evidence did not lie. Swallowing, she moved her hand beneath his hooded vest and shifted it to look at his shoulder, and her blush darkened at the hint of nails crescented over the skin and leading behind—
“You think that looks bad, you should see my back.”
Hinata gasped and looked to see Luffy looking at her with sly, lidded eyes that gleamed like a cat when cornering a mouse. Squeaking, she sat up with her hands curled in front of her in some form of defense, her heart leaping when she realized, Oh god, I’m straddling his hips like some ho in a bodice ripper, oh crap how do I get myself into these situations!!
If her father hadn’t disowned her by now with her shift in careers, Hinata was certain that this moment would do it.
Luffy chuckled and sat up, slow and leisurely, with a smirk that made Hinata’s insides flutter; once again, she was reminded of a wildcat on the prowl as she looked up at him.
“W-who...?” Because Hinata couldn’t restrain her curiosity that much. “I mean, is it okay—”
“It was Nami,” he said casually. “She was a bit stressed from the last island...and I happen to be a very good stress reliever,” Luffy added with a rather smug quirk of his lips.
Hinata gulped, suddenly assaulted with images that were very much not unpleasant, images that made her pulse hammer and her nerves buzz with want; and she wasn’t sure what that said about her.
Luffy noted how dazed she looked and blinked away the smug, his expression quickly becoming concerned.
“Sorry, that was still too much, right?” He said, placing a hand on her shoulder to ground her. “We should take this slow.”
She nodded furiously. “Y-yes, please.”
“Okay.” He moved his hands from her shoulder and placed them on the mattress. “Go ahead.”
Hinata sighed and slowly removed herself from his lap, sitting down close to him. She opened her mouth, closed it, and then paused—how should she approach this?
“So...when did this start?”
“Actually, I don’t know the precise time it started,” Luffy said, humming in thought. “Probably after Alabasta? Hard to tell. It started off with Nami and Sanji, then Zoro got involved—and it just went from there,” he added with a shrug.
“...Really?” That sounded so simple, too simple. Hinata narrowed her eyes. “So, a threesome basically became a huge orgy near overnight? How does that work?”
Luffy smiled, much like he had a secret, and leaned close to Hinata.
“You get invited,” he said, his voice low, almost raspy.
Hinata leaned in closer, also speaking soft, “B-by who?”
“Usually, it’s either Nami or Sanji—yeah, I know,” Luffy sniggered at her look. “But believe it or not, they run the show most of the time.”
This led to Hinata tilting her head, squinting her eyes. “But I thought...?”
“What?”
“W-well, you said you and Nami were...together last night,” Hinata said carefully.
Luffy nodded. “Yep.”
“...I always thought that you two would be a main pair...or something.”
He paused, then tilted his own head. “Um...?”
“I mean!” Hinata cleared her throat, breathing in before she let out word vomit again. Flushing, she lightly wringed her hands and looked off to the side. “Considering, well, your history—I thought you loved her.”
Luffy raised his eyebrow. “I do love her.”
“N-no, I mean, um.” Hinata paused with a flush, trying to articulate what she meant without turning it awkward.
“Oh. Oh, I get what you mean,” he snickered into one hand and smirked over at her. “Hinata, the first thing you need to know is that when you’re involved in the sort of...thing that we are in, love is not exclusive to just one person. You are allowed to be in love with more than one person—and express that in multiple ways.”
Hinata blinked at that, and then her brow furrowed as she remembered something. “...But you once told me romance was stupid. And I didn’t even know you liked sex?”
“Romance is stupid...but love isn’t. And there is a difference,” Luffy said. “As for sex...well, while I don’t hate it, I think it’s overrated.”
...Okay, now you’ve lost me.
And it must have shown on Hinata’s face, from how she pursed her lip into a confused pout, because Luffy let out a laugh that was nearly a snort.
“S-s-sorry, it’s just...how can you have sex—good sex, from what it seems like—and then say it’s overrated?”
“Well, why do people have sex?”
“...I don’t think there’s really one answer for that.”
Luffy thought for a moment, then nodded. “Yeah, you’re right. Better question: Why did you have sex with Naruto?”
Hinata thought a little while before answering, her brow furrowing and eyes clouding in thought. God, when was the last time she’d really thought about Naruto? Their relationship had been brief, heartbreakingly brief she’d thought long ago, but it had been a culmination of all her cravings since she was at least twelve. Nowadays, she rarely thought of him—not because it hurt, but because she had so much going on now—but when she did, it was more with fondness than anything else. Hinata hoped that he was happy.
“...Well, I loved him. And I wanted to be with him in the most intimate way possible,” she said with a light flush. “In any way that made him happy.”
Luffy grinned. “That’s right! Intimacy.” He crossed his legs over each other and leaned his elbows on them. “That’s what I like more than anything when I’m with someone.”
“...More than an orgasm?” Hinata asked, still trying to understand.
“Definitely. I mean, I can come under...certain circumstances,” Luffy said, sounding casual even as his grin grew in a way that made Hinata’s toes curl. “But I prefer to get my partner off.”
Oh. Hinata had to swallow again, her hands clenched on her bare thighs—possibly so she didn’t grab Luffy by his collar and draw his mouth to hers, because Look, I have a type, okay, let me be weak for this one thing—and she looked down at the bed sheets. Okay, um. Wow.
“So, uh,” she cleared her throat and moved a stray hair strand behind her ear, while gazing up at Luffy beneath her dark lashes. “What, um, sort of circumstances?”
Something dark gleamed in his eyes then, something that made Luffy’s voice lower just enough to be a purr. “The sort of circumstances that often make Nami and I work better as collaborators than lovers.”
Wait, what.
“But I think that’s enough for now.” Luffy paused to sniff around, and then smiled; Sanji must have gotten up. “We should go eat before anyone else wakes up.”
Just as he grabbed his hat and prepared to run for the galley, Hinata grabbed his wrist.
“Wait! I have j-just one more question.”
He looked back. “Okay.”
Hinata licked her dry lips and took a deep breath, as if she was taking a plunge into deep water. “How do I get invited?”
Luffy turned back to her, leveling her with a heavy, dark look. Hinata stared back at him, her throat dry and her cheeks flushed, but her eyes lit up with a curious hunger. Then he smirked and leaned forward until his lips brushed her earlobes.
“That’s something you need to figure out yourself,” he said.
Before Hinata could blink, Luffy broke off from her and turned to walk out of the room, leaving her to stare blankly after him.
After a moment or so, Hinata clenched her hands into determined fists, her eyes now gleaming. She stood from the bed and glared hard at the door, hoping Luffy could feel her determination from the other side of the ship.
Again, Hinata had changed from the demure little waif she’d been at fifteen. She was ready to rise to a challenge, especially from her Captain.
...But who to go to for help?
Robin was relaxing on the beach chair on the Sunny’s grassy deck, her body still thrumming from last night’s activities. Even with the little interruption, courtesy of Hinata, she still found pleasure in it all—even the redness in sweet Hinata’s cheeks. Robin was almost disappointed the girl hadn’t asked to join in.
Oh, would that have been something, she found herself smirking, blue eyes shut. She’d been rather impressed with how Hinata had grown over the two-year separation—how her curves became more toned, more solid with muscle, especially in her thighs; how short she’d cut her previously long dark hair, how it framed her face so prettily; how she managed to stand tall in battle, despite being the shortest of the Straw Hats—and Robin had been left wondering many a night, why the girl hadn’t been invited in their little...parties.
“It’s not that I don’t want to,” Nami would often say, her cheeks flushing and her brown eyes dark in thought. “But Hinata might get freaked out, might even be disgusted...I don’t want to make her uncomfortable.”
And Robin understood, truly. But she also understood how pretty Hinata would look on her knees, with those wide white eyes gleaming up with need and her cheeks painted in a pretty blush as her mouth parted to moan, to beg—
It was a fantasy that she’d talked about with a few of her nakama, the few who felt a rush over dominating a partner, those who understood that there was a power in giving pleasure, in reducing someone to a hot mess of wet and moans—preferably with the involvement of leather, rope, and other tools—if the sub would be all right with that, of course.
Robin bit her bottom lip and took a breath. She knew how unlikely the fantasy was, as bitter as she was to admit it. But it can’t hurt to dream...
“Robin-san?”
Well, speak of the devil.
With a warm smile, Robin opened her eyes to look up at Hinata, who was still dressed in her pajamas—a loose t-shirt and shorts that were sinfully so—and she slowly sat up.
“How are you today, Hinata-chan?” She asked. “I hope that you managed to sleep well after last night...”
Hinata nodded, her ears flushing pink. “I did. And actually—I have a request to make from you. I-if that’s okay.”
Robin nodded, her stomach leaping a little. No doubt, this must have to do with what happened last night. She hoped that Hinata wasn’t upset, or worse, scared of them now...
Taking a deep breath, her hands curled at her side, Hinata bowed and made her request:
“Please, Robin-san, teach me how to seduce someone.”
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