Nami

you were on the game while maim was waiting for you too finish but it seems she found her own way. you turned your head to the monitor, seeing the grey screen with dark red blood splatters on the sides, signifying that you had not only died but you were the last kill of the round, ending your winning streak of the night. you had to turn down the volume to try to save your eardrums from your angry teammates scolding you like a child for causing them such a loss. pushing the right ear cup off of your ear, you rolled your eyes “fuck you guys! i died three times this entire session! i’m carrying this fucking team!” on to the next round. while you had continued the winning strategies you’d been doing all night, nami had practiced her very own strategies. her hands travel further down your clothed chest, slipping underneath the fabric of your tee. her red-painted nails raking up and down your hot-to-the-touch skin, making your breath hike up. you fell back into your chair. you covered your mic, “nami…baby…” your whisper of her name was desperate, bringing a smile to her face. you look up at her with an embarrassed expression. if the boys had heard you, you’d never be able to live this down. keep your eyes on the game, puppy.” she urged, continuing her mean teasing, getting a kick out of listening to try to hold back the whimpering mess…