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It was a long-time held back impulse.

Even before they’d gotten together, or even before she considered Sanji as anything more than an annoying flirt, Nami couldn’t deny how perfect his ass was. A perk of his fighting style, she guessed. Rounded, fat, and muscular, it was the epitome of a perfect derriere. And given how tight his pants usually were… Well, she got treated to a front row seat every time he bent over to put something in the oven. It was just unfair how amazing it was. She was almost jealous of how great it was - and hers was damn fine too! 

It had taken all of her self control not to slap it as she walked by, on numerous occasions. Just the thought of how it would jiggle after a harsh spank had fueled an embarrassing number of late night fantasies. But she kept her hands to herself for the sake of her dignity and entirely false reputation as a respectful and dignified woman.

Now though… Now she had full rights to touch whenever she wanted to. And her self control was being heavily tested.

Her intentions had been innocent at the start, she swore! All she wanted was to grab a drink, maybe give Sanji a quick kiss while he cooked dinner, and go back to work on her maps. No ulterior motives, just head in and out. But the kitchen was hot from the sizzling pots on the stove, and Sanji had rolled his sleeves up, showing off those strong hands she loved so much, and his pants were just painted on… Nami paused at the fridge, eyes locked on his ass. How could something be so perfectly round?

Then a carrot top fell onto the floor from his cutting board, and bending over to get it put his ass right in her face-

SLAP!

Truth be told, Nami didn’t know she’d spanked him until the sound of bare skin smacking leather shot through the kitchen with a sharp crack. Her hand stung slightly with the force of the impact, still flat on his asscheek. She jumped back, shocked at herself - until another noise made its presence clear.

Sanji’s high, loud moan before he snapped his mouth shut, eyes wide.

The kitchen was dead silent save for the sizzling of the food, a thick quiet that hung heavy in the air. Then Nami let out a devious, incredulous chuckle.

“Oh my god,” she gasped, grinning ear to ear. “You like that, don’t you?”

“U-Um- I-” Sanji’s ears were bright red. 

“You little whore.”

Fuck the drink, fuck the food, fuck her maps - hell, if anyone walked in, they could jump off the side of the Sunny. This was all that mattered right now. Latching onto his hips, she shoved him up against the counter, forcing him to stumble and grip the countertop to try and keep himself upright.

“Nami!” Sanji gasped, the tips of his ears looking like they were on fire now. “What are- we can’t! Anyone could-”

“Then let them watch,” she replied nonchalantly, running her hand over the spot she’d just smacked. “This is a hell of a show in my book.”

And that it was - delivering another harsh smack, this time to the other asscheek. The full flesh bounced just like her fantasies, the skin-tight leather emphasizing the perfect jiggle flawlessly. Another sharp moan was torn from his throat and he instinctively pushed his ass back into her hands - god, he really was a slut, wasn’t he? Just begging for more, even if he was biting his hand trying to stay quiet.

Another two slaps to both sides put a stop to that right away, and a rush of arousal coiled in Nami’s belly, going right between her legs. Momentarily tearing her eyes away from that perfect jiggle, she reached up and grasped his chin, forcing him to look her in the eyes. He already looked so far gone - his cheeks may as well have been cherries with how scarlet they were, he was biting his lip so hard, she was shocked he hadn’t broken the skin yet. Some might call him pathetic or easy - and sure, he was both of those things. But Nami just took it as a compliment to how much she turned him on.

“Don’t you dare stay quiet,” she growled in his ear, squeezing his rear gratuitously. “We both know you don’t want to, you little bitch. You wanna scream while I make your fat ass jiggle. You want everyone on this goddamn ship to hear me beat your ass to kingdom come while you beg me for more. You want everyone to know what a whore you are for getting spanked - like the bad boy you are.”

She knew all his kinks and pressure points like the back of her hand, and this was one of his most potent. And he was grinding the evidence of that into the counter, in small short thrusts he must think she didn’t notice. Well, unlucky for him.

Nami grasped at his waistband, shoving his pants down as fast as she could. His cock sprang free, already leaking pre at the tip and straining against his briefs. How far could she make him go? Maybe even…

Returning her focus to his ass, she let out a long, low whistle. It looked even better bare - her handprints were already starting to redden, the slightest tint of cherry on his milky white skin. She planned to make that canvas a painting by the time she was done.

Another three rapid smacks already had the left cheek reddening, and Sanji letting out the most wanton gasp she’d ever heard in her life. He rutted forward to grind against the cabinet, desperately trying to give his weeping cock some stimulation, and Nami instantly hauled his hips back towards her.

“Not a chance, slut,” she snapped, digging her fingers into that supple flesh. “Your cock doesn’t deserve to be touched. You wanna come? You’ll do it like this - just from my hand on your ass.”

She massaged the globes under her fingers, pulling the cheeks apart to get a look at his hole. It was fluttering so prettily, clenching around air. She imagined stuffing one of their fatter dildos in there, no lube, just to hear him scream for her. The idea wasn’t half bad, but she was a woman of her word. And given how much his cock was leaking, he wasn’t far off either.

She hit the curve where his ass met his thighs, which made them jiggle too. Everything about his lower body was perfect and her mouth watered. 

“You chose a perfect fighting style, baby,” she murmured, pressing warm kisses to the back of his neck. “You’ve got such a perfect body. It’s everything I could’ve asked for and more.”

The praise made Sanji gasp and he leaned forward, showing off all those perfect assets for her. His ass was purpling, he was dripping with pleasure, sweat was starting to soak through his shirt - and to be honest, Nami really wanted to hear him come. It didn’t take much - two more harsh slaps to his crack, and she finally shoved her finger, unlubed, into his hole.

He screamed as he came all over the floor.

She held him tight through the aftershocks, whispering sweet nothings in his ear and rubbing circles into his shoulders. It took a few minutes before he stopped trembling and could finally slump forward with a look of bliss on his face.

“You ok, hon?” Nami whispered, now that horniness had stopped guiding her. “Do I need to-”

“You are a goddess.”

She couldn’t help but giggle as he righted himself, immediately pulling her in for a long kiss. When they broke apart, he looked ecstatic.

“That… that was… fuck,” he gasped, grinning ear to ear.

“Glad you enjoyed it,” Nami grinned back, massaging his abused ass carefully. 

“We’re doing that again.”

Her stomach did a backflip. “To me or you?”

“Oh god, Nami, I just came, don’t get me hard again.”

She laughed, before pulling his pants and briefs back up and fixing him up. He winced at the feeling of come trapped in his underwear, but he could live. Pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose, Nami let out a long, satisfied sigh. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her like a prized jewel, gentle and sweet.

Then Nami screwed up her nose and sniffed. “Do you smell something burning?”

Sanji gasped. “Shit, the roast!”

He scrambled to turn off the stove and try and salvage anything he could of their ruined lunch, and Nami burst out laughing. Probably should’ve thought of that before they got going.

As he bent over to pull the charred meat out of the oven, she couldn’t help herself and gave his ass one more teasing little love tap. He yelped, dropping the pan with a clang.

“Careful,” she warned him. “Bad boys who show themselves off get spankings.”

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Sanji loved his restaurant, he really did. The All Blue had been his dream since he was old enough to hold a knife, and it was everything he could’ve hoped for and more. His staff was amazing, it was profitable, and he was able to live his dream as the head chef he had always wanted to be. But even he would admit it’s a pain to run.

He didn’t know how Zeff did it so effortlessly all those years. Being a restaurant owner was so much more than being in charge of the chefs. It was handling customers, managing the All Blue’s PR, keeping the books, marking inventory, and now that he was getting critical attention, he needed to worry about his personal image too - and that was while he was head chef. It was a lot for one man to handle. So sometimes, he passed things off to his sous chef Cosette and just needed a smoke break.

The feeling of smoke in his throat and fire on his fingers was oddly comforting. Had been for years. And the rush of chemicals going straight to his brain was even better. Relief flooded his system and the tension finally seemed to release from his shoulders.

Now with a smile on his face, he pulled his phone out of his apron pocket and checked his notifications. Luffy and Chopper had flooded the group chat with memes, his fantasy soccer league just scored 50 points, and… Nami had just texted him.

Angel❤️: you busy, honey?

Just went on a smoke break. You need anything?

Angel ❤️: perfect. just wanted to show you something.

Angel ❤️ sent 1 image.

Curious, Sanji tapped on the notification and-

…fuck.

This wasn’t any old selfie. Nami was on her back in bed, her orange mane splayed out on the pillows, the camera angled downwards to make her breasts fill most of the screen. (Not that she needed any trickery for that.) No shirt in sight, just the purple lacy bra Sanji adored, and a ruffled skirt that barely covered anything. He could just barely see the edge of her panties peeking out over the waistband, just taunting him. He couldn’t see much of her face, but he didn’t need to. He knew exactly what she was doing - that teasing little smirk that drove him wild.

Angel ❤️: I was just having a lazy day in bed - wanted to show you what you were missing out on

if you’re not busy, I can tell you what I was planning to do

His cock was already starting to gain interest in his pants. Then again, she could sneeze and he’d get turned on. Glancing around the alley for any sign of anyone else, he propped himself up against the wall and ran a hand indulgently over his bulge.

I do always love hearing about your day.

Angel ❤️: Perfect.

I woke up really cold this morning - you always get up too early

If I had a choice hon, I’d stay in bed with you all day

Angel ❤️: We’d never get anything done

That’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make

Angel❤️: You’re sweet 💗

It’s really a shame you weren’t here - i was so horny when I woke up

I missed having your tongue up my ass

Sanji groaned, licking his lips. One of his favorite things to do on the weekends was eat Nami out until she woke up. He would do it every day if he could - he just didn’t have the time.

I thought about it.  just didn’t want to wake you up

You looked so cute, all cuddled up in the sheets

Angel❤️: You should’ve

I would have come so fast, I always do when you wake me up like that

What if I made you come before you woke up?

Angel❤️: Then I would’ve had to return the favor

He was fully hard at this point, his pants struggling to contain his arousal. He still didn’t dare touch himself, just in case one of his chefs came out, or someone passed by - but he was thinking about it. Really thinking about it.

Right then and there? I wouldn’t have time to get ready for work

Angel❤️: You’re the boss

You decide when you come in

Except when you tell me I can’t

Angel❤️: True

But I couldn’t leave you hanging like that

Though, I guess you wouldn’t be hanging anymore

All these double-entendres - damn her and her cleverness. How did she even think all of them up?

Angel❤️: But maybe i should one of these days

Might be fun to watch you struggle into your pants

Wet and aching and you can’t do anything about it

Lucky for her, he already was. Glancing around one more time, he dipped his free hand just below his waistband, inching towards his cock. He struggled to type with just one hand, but he had a feeling she wouldn’t care about a misspelling or two.

Always sich a bad girl

I’d never do something like that to you

Angel❤️: I know you wouldn’t

But the wait makes the prize so much sweeter

what’s the prixe here?

Angel❤️: Me coming all over your face when you get home

Finally letting himself grip his dick, Sanji squirmed to get comfortable against the brick wall. A few quick strokes and he was already struggling to stay quiet. It probably wouldn’t matter - All Blue was on a fairly busy street - but something about doing something so filthy in public and having to stay discreet had him reeling. He’d had to ignore his morning wood to get to the restaurant on time - he had a feeling this wouldn’t last long on his end.

why wait that long

my office has a lock

Angel❤️: Oh your a bad boy

Just gonna ignore all your customers and your chefs

Fuck me in the middle of the day like a horny little bitch

Like youd say no

you didn’t care if my chefs saw when you sent that dirty pic

Angel❤️: I asked!

Sanji snorted, his cock leaking at the thought of his employees watching him get something so wanton, so shameless, and disregard any sense of propriety or professionalism. At the end of the day, he was a filthy little pervert - and so was his beloved, much as she tried to deny it.

Angel❤️: do you think theyd hear us

I don’t think i could stay quirt if i knew they were listening

You wanna give them a show?

Thats the naughtiest thing youve one yet - tease them by showing what they cant have

Whats all mine

Angel❤️: as of you wouldnt love showing me off

Would we even get in  your office? just fuck me eaw in the middle of the kitchen

Dont give af bout hygine 

Every countertop baby

take you on the dining tables

pantry

eat dinner off yor tits and have your ass for dessert

Angel❤️: save the best for last

lickk up all that cream and we can share

Dinner for 2 ❤️

Sanji didn’t know why that of all things was what sent him over the edge. Maybe it was just all his filthy fantasies overwhelming his senses, maybe it was the knowledge that she was fucking herself in that deliciously skimpy outfit in their bed, maybe it was the fact he hadn’t done anything to relieve himself since yesterday. No matter what it was, he threw his head back, not even caring that it banged against the brick wall, as he came in his boxers like a teenager. He kept stroking himself through it, imaging Nami was eating her ‘dessert’ until oversensitivity replaced post-orgasmic bliss and he had to pull his hand out of his pants. He winced at the wetness now soaking his boxers and his left hand, but he just wiped it on the wall behind him and let out a long, sated sigh. His phone buzzed again.

Angel❤️: Fuck baby

You finish too?

Angel❤️: All over the sheets

Made a mess

Gonna have to do laundry again tonight

Don’t worry about that, I’ll take care of that

You’re the best ❤️‍🔥

Didn’t realize how much I needed that

Angel❤️: Don’t work yourself too hard, baby💗

I’ll be waiting for that dessert

I’ll make it extra special

“Chef Sanji, sir?”

Sanji jumped about five feet before realizing it was just Cosette. Heaving a heavy sigh, he shoved his phone back in his slacks pocket and turned to her, trying his damndest to pretend he hadn’t just come three minutes ago.

“What’s the matter, Cosette? Idiots overwhelming you?”

“No, not really,” she murmured, glancing around the alleyway, confusion etched all over her face. “I just- you’ve been out here for a while, and I was wondering if you were alright.”

He waved his hand dismissively, hoping to whatever God might exist that she didn’t notice that it was wet. However, he couldn’t keep a small smirk off his face.

“No, no worries. Just… getting some stress relief. Didn’t realize how worked up I was.”

“Alright,” Cosette conceded, turning to head back inside to keep dealing with the heathens known as the All Blue’s staff and Sanji finished wiping his hands on his apron. He bit his lip, the cogs starting to turn in his head.

He had an idea for a new dessert for the All Blue’s menu. Tangerine cream cake - piled with whipped cream.

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Some relationships dulled over time, became stationary and static. Such a thing was one of Nami’s worst nightmares - the idea that one day, she wouldn’t love or even care for Sanji anymore the longer they were together.

Well, she didn’t mean to sound arrogant, but.. she figured if that was a rule, it sure as hell wasn’t a universal one. 3 years dating, coming up on 16 years of marriage - at 40 and 39 respectively, Sanji and Nami’s relationship had aged like fine wine: only better with time.

That statement also applied to their individual aging. They both turned plenty of heads in their twenties, but now? They had admirers lining up and down the street just to catch a glimpse of the world-famous Black Leg and Cat Burglar standing side by side. For her, the changes were minor: Nami had cut her hair just to keep it out of the way, and it had gained more of a natural curl, but that was the most dramatic change. 

Sanji, on the other hand? Father Time was clearly a fan. He’d grown his hair out, long enough to make a stellar mane that had to be tied back every time he started cooking. He’d gained some small crow’s feet around his eyes that crinkled every time he smiled, his shoulders were broader, he’d gained just enough weight to have a thin layer of fat atop his still rock-solid abs… Nami had to remind herself not to drool every time she saw him undressing for bed.

Most of all though, Nami was reaping the benefits like no other. Sure, others could look and wish they were the ones Sanji went to bed with every night, but she was the only one with rights to both look and touch. And she more than took advantage of that fact: it wasn’t just their connection or their looks that had strengthened with the years - their sex life was better than ever. Not that it had ever been bad - even when they had virtually no experience between the two of them, they still managed to blow each others’ minds every other night. (Among other things.) But now? No more rushed fumbling in the dark, or flustered and nervous questions about performance the morning after. Now, all it was smooth, sensual, and delightfully satisfying. 

Some things hadn’t changed with the years though - one of those being Sanji’s ass. No matter how many times she saw it, Nami could never get bored of those perfect round globes. His fashion sense hadn’t changed either, so she got to eat up that perfect sight every day. He’d only gotten better with his cooking and his kicking, he was more passionate than ever, more attentive, more confident… he was everything she’d ever hoped for and more.

And when she spotted another new change out of the corner of her eye while Sanji was brushing his teeth, her jaw dropped.

“What is that?”

He glanced up, tilting his head like a puppy. She gestured to his bare skin, at the newest addition to his body. His eyes lit up with recognition, and he spit so he could properly talk with her.

“It’s, uh… it was sort of an impulse decision,” he admitted, running his hand over the tattoo on his hip. “I’ve been thinking about getting one for a while, and I saw a tattoo shop when I was out on the last grocery run, so… yeah.”

The design was beautiful: a line that heavily resembled her Clima-Tact, with butterfly wings at the top and a flowing ribbon spiraling around it all. Simple, but elegant and clearly a labor of love. She couldn’t think of anything more fitting for him.

“Do you… do you like it?” His voice was nervous, shaking slightly. She looked up at him through half lidded eyes, a small smirk decorating her lips.

“I love it, baby.”

“You do?”

“Let me prove it.”

An ear to ear grin broke out on Sanji’s face and he all but pounced on her, leaping onto the bed and caging her between his arms. She reached up, locking her arms around his neck and her thighs around his hips and let her take her in a long, slow, sizzling kiss.

His hands roved the well-mapped plains of her skin, tracing paths he’d traveled many times over into her smooth flesh. There was no rush, no urgency to their exploration. No more need to hurry and be frantic, as if this night might be their last together. All they had - and all they needed - was right here.

Nami made sure to keep his new body art in her sight and grasp at all times, even as she sank down onto his cock for a slow ride. Her thumb ran over the raised outline of a ribbon end as he thrusted up into her; she dug her nails into a butterfly’s wing as she threw her back, crying out in ecstasy. And when they reached climax together, she could feel goosebumps underneath her touch. His skin felt like it was on fire as she collapsed next to him, blissful peace emanating from both of them. He wasted no time bringing her in for cuddles.

She snuggled deeper into his arms, still keeping a greedy hand on the tattoo. His nose was buried in her hair, his arms around her waist, and his slowing breaths gave her a steady rhythm to fall asleep to. But she still had one thing to ask him about.

“So… I know it’s my Clima-Tact… but what about the rest? The wings and the ribbon?”

He tensed involuntarily, his grip tightening on her waist. For a moment, she thought he wasn’t going to tell her. Then he sighed and pulled her in a little closer.

“It’s for my mom and Reiju.”

Nami’s heart stopped.

“I was… inspired by yours. Y’know, the pinwheel for Genzo and the orange for-”

“Bellemere, yeah.”

“Well, I wanted to do the same thing… for all the women I’ve ever loved.”

Nami ran a finger over the raised flesh. A memory from forever ago flashed through her mind - when they were on their way to Whole Cake and ran into one of the Germa 66 snails - one with Sanji’s brother and sister. Reiju coming aboard and saving Luffy from poison and… her Raid Suit pooling around her, the trailing fabric and its patterns reminiscent of a butterfly’s wings. So that was intentional.

“Her Raid Suit.”

Sanji nodded, still unnaturally stiff. They’d both made their peace with their pasts the more time went on - but that didn’t mean it didn’t still hurt.

“And… the ribbon?”

“...I liked braiding my mom’s hair every time I went to visit her in the hospital. She gave me a couple ribbons that I would tie the ends with when I was done. I still have a few of them.”

Nami could feel her heart cracking. She tried to get impossibly closer, wrapping her arms around his waist. One of her hands glided over his back, her fingers tracing the scars decorating every inch of his body. He’d seen so much, fought so many, been through hell and back… and now, behind all that power, she could see the scared little boy who missed his mom.

Nuzzling into his shoulder, she kissed his collarbone, making sure to give one of his scars extra special treatment before looking up at him with a wide-eyed, adoring gaze.

“Thank you.”

He glanced down at her, confusion mixed with the small tears in his eyes. She planted another kiss on his neck before caressing his cheek.

“For telling me. That… that’s beautiful, hon.”

He looked a bit sheepish, but still pulled her impossibly closer, his nose buried in her hair. He didn’t voice his appreciation, but he didn’t need to. After all this time, they knew each other better than they knew themselves.

One of his hands found her own tattoo - the ink faded, but still clear on her skin. He traced the pattern with one finger, the path memorized from years of loving it. He could still feel the raised scar tissue underneath, the smallest relic of her greatest struggle - one he had worked tirelessly to help her overcome.

What kind of wife would she be if she didn’t help him return the favor?

When they both woke up the next morning, both of them were still holding the other’s inked skin.

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After he’d finished up work in the restaurant that day, he pulled her back into the bedroom and started digging around under the bed. Nami was confused - he hadn’t even said anything before practically dragging her up here - but her surprise grew when he pulled a small, tattered box out. He reverently slid the lid off and offered it up to her.

Taking a peek inside, her throat went dry.

There were three white ribbons inside, clearly old, but kept in pristine condition. She almost didn’t want to touch them, but he took her wrist and guided her hand to feel one of them. It was soft, a fine satin - fit for a queen.

Nami had wondered a lot about Sora. She cherished all the times Sanji had told her about his mother, and the only picture he had of her hung in a reinforced frame above their dresser. And these ribbons were the last thing Sanji had of her.

For a moment, Nami felt like she had really met her mother in law.

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“Consider it an ultimatum.”

Sanji felt an aneurysm coming on. “No way in hell.”

“You don’t get a choice,” Zoro insisted, shoving the belt a little closer to him. “Put the damn thing on.”

“Since when do any of you make decisions about our sex life?!”

“Since you decided to make it our business,” Franky muttered, rubbing his eyes. “Can’t remember the last time I didn’t wake up cause you two were having ‘super fun time’ way too loud-”

“You’re one to talk! You’re not exactly quiet with Robin-”

“No, but they at least keep it to one room,” Usopp pointed out, folding his arms. “Is there anywhere on the ship you two haven’t fucked in?”

Sanji flushed. “That’s none of your goddamn business, Long-Nose-”

“That’s a no.”

Franky looked horrified. “Wait - have you done it in my workshop?!”

They had, though after accidentally knocking one of his little gadgets off the shelf, it had screeched like a banshee until Sanji finally punted the damn thing and they agreed that they’d stay away from there.

“That’s not mentioning the time I heard you guys in the pantry closet,” Usopp scoffed, starting to count on his fingers. Sanji flushed bright red.

“That was at two in the morning, the hell were you-”

“Don’t get me started on the mess you made in the gym.”

“I still can’t use that bench,” Zoro grumbled under his breath.

“And need I bring up the crow’s nest incident?”

“Ok, ok, ok, fine, I get the message,” Sanji cut Usopp off, running his fingers through his hair. “But this does not seem like the best solution.”

“None of us trust you to have restraint,” Usopp remarked, standing firm. “Either of you.”

“So what, you force me to wear that for a day and we’re fine?”

Franky shook his head, holding up his fingers. “Two weeks.”

Sanji’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head. “No way.”

“Non-negotiable. Two weeks.”

“Do I have no say in this?! Do I just not have any control over what I do in my free time with my body and my girlfriend anymore?! Have none of you heard of consent?”

“This is for the good of everyone,” Usopp insisted. “Including you. I’ve honestly started worrying there’s some kind of sex addiction going on here. We might need to get Chopper involved-”

“Absolutely fucking not,” Sanji hissed, shooting daggers at his crewmates. “I am not discussing my sex life with a reindeer.”

“Then wear the goddamn belt and you won’t have to.”

…Zoro was going to hold this over his head for the rest of his life.

Nami glanced up from her book when Sanji came waddling into the bedroom. “They got you to wear it?”

“I will never make grilled pike for Usopp ever again,” he growled, tugging at his pants. Dear god, this thing chafed. “Or anything for the moss ball. They want to force me into this damn thing for two weeks, see how they like not eating for two weeks.”

“A fitting punishment,” Nami mused, flipping the page in her book. She looked entirely too unbothered considering their situation. Sanji glanced at her, tilting his head in confusion.

“You’re not upset?”

“I’m not the one who can’t do anything for two weeks,” she teased. 

Realization slammed into Sanji like a Gum-Gum Pistol. Oh, the bastards.

“They didn’t give you anything?!”

Now, far be it from Sanji to suggest his love should be subjected to anything so cruel, especially for two whole weeks, but it was hard not to feel like this wasn’t somewhat targeted towards just making him suffer. Zoro’s idea, no doubt.

“They knew if they did, they could kiss all their money goodbye,” Nami pointed out, sliding a bookmark between the pages and stretching her arms over her head. “You don’t mess with the person who controls all the funds on the ship.”

“So they bite the hand that quite literally feeds them,” Sanji grumbled under his breath.

“You’ll still cook for them, don’t pretend like you won’t.”

She had a point.

“I can’t believe this,” he groaned, running his fingers through his hair. “Nothing. No sex for two fucking weeks-”

“They didn’t say that.”

“They kinda did,” Sanji retorted, gesturing at his crotch.

“They blocked access to your dick for two weeks. They didn’t say no sex,” Nami stated easily, as if she was talking about the weather. “You should know that we’ve got options by now, baby.”

She was starting to slip into her play persona. He barely even noticed the pinch of metal around his cock, preventing him from getting properly hard.

Nami stood, starting to circle him, her eyes dark with lustful thought. She was a shark, sizing up her prey, wondering how best to play with her food before going in for the kill. Sanji wet his lips nervously. He couldn’t say he didn’t feel like a piece of meat under that watchful gaze. He also couldn’t say he didn’t like it.

“They didn’t do anything to keep these pretty tits of yours hidden away,” she whispered, reaching up to pinch his nipples. That sharp pain in all the most sensitive parts of his body - his pecs, his balls, his heart - had him reeling with delight. God, who knew pain could be so damn sexy?

“They haven’t kept me from touching this perfect ass,” she continued her slow pace, giving said ass a not so soft love tap, forcing him to bite his hand to keep his moan quiet. She never failed to remind him just how much she loved his ass, and there had been more than a few occasions she’d made him come from just her playing with it. 

“They didn’t take away any of our toys.”

Oh, that had him gasping. He’d almost forgotten about the box stashed under their bed - and the vast selection of sex toys it contained. Always looking to experiment in the bedroom, they’d built up quite a catalogue in the time they’d been together. Sanji had a feeling they were going to make good use of all those experiments while he was incapacitated.

“And most of all…” She had to get up onto her tiptoes to start whispering in his ear, pressing herself flush against his back. “They haven’t done anything to stop you from touching me.”

As always, she made an excellent point. The chastity cage was really starting to hurt now, but he still couldn’t give two flying fucks. Not when she was dragging her hands down his chest, groping his pecs and making his thighs tremble with delight. A faint giggle reached his ears, then the next thing he knew, his pants were pooled around his ankles and her hands were down his boxers, fondling his ass.

He spun around and latched onto her, smashing their lips together with little finesse. Sanji had never been a man known for his patience, and he was quickly running out of it now. Given the heat and dampness he could feel through the thin material of her shorts, she didn’t have much left either.

Nami shoved him backwards towards the bed, and he tumbled down onto the sheets. She clambered on top of him, straddling his hips and leaning down for a long, hot, sizzling kiss. He pawed at the hem of her shirt, urging her to get it the hell off, but she reached up to pin his arms over his head.

“Not yet, baby,” she purred in his ear, mischief glittering in her eyes. “Just give me a second.”

She took a lot longer than a second, licking every inch of his chest and paying special attention to his nipples, pebbled and peaked now. After sucking a mark on his belly, she settled between his legs, eyeing his hole up appreciatively. 

“Let me just grab something, baby,” she murmured. “A very big something.”

Oh, Zoro, Usopp, and Franky wanted them to stay quiet? They were in for one hell of a rude awakening.

When the two of them came into the kitchen to get started on breakfast the next morning, they found Franky, Zoro, and Usopp sitting at the bar, grumpy faced and red eyed. Sanji couldn’t help the chuckle escaping from his lips.

“Never thought I’d see the day any of you beat Luffy to the kitchen. Breakfast won’t be ready for another hour at least.”

“You two are horrible,” Usopp groaned, burying his face in his hands. Nami grinned and took her seat next to him, newspaper in hand.

“I don’t have the faintest idea what you mean, Usopp.”

“You know the whole reason we did that was-”

“I’m giving you all some more spending money the next time we dock,” she cut him off.

Everyone turned to her in surprise, Sanji’s jaw dropping open.

“Why?” They all said in unison.

“So you can buy some earplugs,” she remarked, flipping the page in the paper. “And keep your big noses out of our sex life.”

Sanji cackled at their indignant faces. These next two weeks might not be so bad after all.

Chapter Text

Remember the rules.

Three simple words that had his head spinning like a carousel. Even as he tried to keep his composure on the outside, his insides were twisting with something between excitement and fear. With a splash of arousal mixed in there as well.

They’d chosen a good day to dock - market day was in full swing, and the pantry desperately needed a restock, courtesy of their beloved captain. Zoro had disappeared to God knew where, Usopp and Franky had both rushed off to get parts for their respective inventions - and Nami was prowling around the stalls, sizing up stalls and customers alike for her next victims. Yet, as he examined the fresh produce, Sanji couldn’t help but feel like he was the one being hunted. 

He didn’t dislike the feeling.

Stopping at a vegetable stand, he picked up several ingredients he’d been needing for a while. Usopp had been particularly successful in fishing endeavors lately, and the chef had a few new recipes he’d been wanting to test. Once he was done picking out the items, he approached the elderly storekeeper, who peered in his bag and gave him a sweet smile.

“All that will be 15,000 beri, dear.”

He reached into his pocket for his wallet, fumbling around for the leather. What the hell, he’d had it just a second ago-

“It’s on me.”

Sanji’s stomach ran red hot with arousal. By the time he looked up, Nami was already giving the bills to the old lady. She gave the two of them a grateful nod, putting the money in her apron pocket. Nami gave Sanji a smirk.

“Don’t you know the rules, baby?”

He knew the rules. 

“Rule number three - if you try and buy something you don’t have the money for, I’ll pay. It’s your job to make it up to me.”

He didn’t realize the rules applied to grocery shopping. He’d figured it was only for fun purchases or clothes, stuff like that. He opened his mouth to ask, but she shushed him with a single finger against his lips. Then she got on her tiptoes and leaned in close, her lips brushing the shell of his ear. Her whisper was so light, it could’ve been the wind.

“We’ll have a talk about this when we get back to the ship.”

With that promise, and its possibilities, now firmly planted in his head, Nami turned on her heel and sauntered back towards the jewelry stands, leaving Sanji gaping and flushed. His eyes couldn’t leave her as she walked away - and that was when he spotted it.

His wallet, between two of her fingers.

He couldn’t help but let out a breathless sigh, his stomach full of butterflies. His ingenious, scheming, mischievous, perfect pervert of a girlfriend. He should’ve expected nothing less of her.

“I didn’t think it was that hard to understand.”

The ropes chafed against his wrists, the bite of pain cutting through the lustful fog clouding Sanji’s head. These ropes would be nothing for him to break out of - not to mention his legs were still free. But just the possibility, the illusion of captivity was intoxicating.

Especially given just who his captor happened to be.

“It’s just three rules, baby,” Nami purred, tugging on his hair. He wasn’t sure whether to cry out or thank her. “They’re not hard. They’re not complicated. Are they?”

“N-no… no, they aren’t, miss,” Sanji whispered, not daring to raise his voice.

“Then I would think a smart boy like you could follow those rules.”

She gave his hair a sharp yank, forcing his chin up and locking their eyes together. Sanji’s mouth went dry; Nami looked ravenous. Something about that look had nerves twisting in his stomach - and had his cock twitching between his legs. She traced one finger along his jawline, her eyes lidded and dark with desire.

“Go on, baby boy. Tell me the rules.”

He was so wrapped up in her warmth, her sweet scent just inches from him, that he barely heard the command. It took another jerk of his scalp to get him to focus, and get his mouth to work properly.

“R-rule… rule one is that… you tell me when I can buy…something. Anything,” he gasped, his voice trembling as much as his legs. Thank god he was already kneeling - his knees would have surely caved by now if he was standing. She smirked, leaning down and giving him a gentle, almost chaste kiss on the nose - a bit out of place considering he was tied up and fully naked on his knees in front of her.

“Good boy, baby. Rule number two?”

“Rul-rule number two- I-I can only spend as much as y-you give me,” Sanji muttered, trying his damndest not to give away how close he was. She hadn’t even touched him yet, for god’s sake, he couldn’t blow his load this fast-

“You’ve been a very good boy so far, love,” Nami’s voice managed to distract him from his desperation. “Just one more.”

One more rule. The one he’d “broke.” His chest heaved and he screwed his eyes shut, not daring to look at her for fear of losing himself, but he managed to keep his voice steady one last time.

“Rule number three… if I try and spend more than I have, you’ll… you’ll pay for me. But I have to make it up to you.”

“Perfect.” Her praise wrapped around his heart and warmed his body from the inside out, almost making him forget just what kind of situation he was in. “You’ve done well, baby boy. Just one last thing to do.”

She paused in front of him, her hand teasing along the edge of her shorts’ waistband. Sanji was practically salivating at this point, struggling against the ropes. She snickered at his desperation, threading her fingers through his hair and giving him a gentle head pat.

Then her shoe nudged against his cock.

Sanji fucking loved it when she did this - putting her shoe between his thighs and giving him something to rut against while she didn’t even try to touch him otherwise. He felt dirty, like a filthy little slut who begged his goddess to show him even the smallest form of love. And when he got it, he acted like a fool. This was no different.

“All you have to do to make it up to me is come like this.” Nami’s voice was red hot, dripping with desire. “Be a good boy and come for me, won’t you?”

Time ceased to exist. All that mattered in the world was the delicious pressure on Sanji’s cock, the burn of the ropes against his skin, and Nami’s gentle words of encouragement. He was vaguely aware of wet tears streaming down his face, overwhelmed by sheer pleasure, and white hot heat searing his brain. Rutting against her shoe, having to dip his hips to properly move, he felt coiled tight like a livewire. If he didn’t-

The sound of rustling paper broke through the haze in his brain. He managed to crack his eyes open - and Nami had beri in her hands, shuffling through the bills, and his wallet was under her arm. She placed a few thousand in his wallet, and tapped it teasingly against his nose.

“A little extra spending money,” she murmured. “For being so good for me.”

That was it - the dam was broken, and Sanji was coming all over the floor. He writhed as he rode his high out, nearly breaking the ropes binding his arms, his hips thrusting through the ecstasy. By the time he ran dry, he collapsed, his chest heaving. Nami was immediately on top of him, undoing the ropes and frantically pressing kisses to his bare skin.

“Easy, hon, easy,” she whispered, barely disguised panic in her eyes. “It’s ok, it’s ok, we’re done. You don’t need to do anything else.”

Her shaking hands finally undid the knots and she buried herself in his arms, rubbing his sore wrists gently, layering butterfly kisses on the raw skin. Sanji grinned tiredly. He was exhausted, but so damn happy.

“Are you alright?” Nami asked, chewing her lip. “I know I was rough, I didn’t mean to-”

“I don’t know if my balls will ever recover,” Sanji sighed, a massive dopey grin on his face. “That was top ten. Top five. Best sex we’ve ever had.”

Nami sighed, rolling her eyes with an exasperated smile. “Ok, you’re fine then.”

She gathered him up in her arms, kissing the tip of his nose and grinning. They stayed like that - cuddling on the floor, Sanji naked and covered in sweat and Nami looking damn near pristine - for seemingly forever. Finally, Sanji squirmed.

“Shower?” Nami chuckled.

“Would be nice,” Sanji muttered. “Besides, you still need your-”

“Ah ah,” she chided, poking his nose. When he looked up at her, a devilish grin stretched across her face. His sore cock was already regaining interest.

“You’ll need to pay first.”

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“Are you sure you want to do this?”

Sanji nodded, trying to look more sure of himself than he was. “I want to try.”

Nami glanced at the slim cloth in her hands: a thin strip of satin that she usually used as a belt for one of her nicer dresses. It was a deep rose red, with embroidered curlicues along the edges. Soft under her fingertips. She sat back on her haunches, chewing her lip nervously.

“You remember your safeword?”

“Camel.”

Nami rolled her eyes, chuckling despite the tension permeating the air. “Why the hell did we make that the safeword again?”

“It was the least sexy thing I could think of, give me a break,” Sanji retorted. “My other option was Kureha, but I don’t think I could look Chopper in the eyes if he heard me screaming that.”

“Fair enough.”

Sanji sucked in a deep breath and lifted his head off the pillow just enough so she could tie the blindfold around his head. Her fingers were nimble and soon enough, he was plunged into warm darkness. She’d chosen well - despite feeling her warmth just inches from his skin, he could only see a faint shadow through the blindfold.

“Good?” Nami asked, resting her hands on the back of his neck, ready to untie the cloth at the first sign of his discomfort.

He sighed, nodding. “Yeah, good.” Her voice next to his ear soothed his worries somewhat, but he still couldn’t stop himself from trembling ever so slightly.

The warmth came closer to his face, and soft lips met his. He relaxed into the kiss, enjoying how gentle she was being. It was almost like she was gentling a scared lamb - tentative, but loving, careful not to spook him.

His hands twisted in the sheets as her kisses drifted away from his mouth, to his cheek and jaw, eventually finding his earlobe and tugging on it with her teeth. Losing his sight heightened all his other senses so much - he could easily smell lavender, her favorite scent of shampoo, hear her as she worked her way down his body, sense every little dip of the mattress and change in position, and her touch was so much more potent. Not knowing where she was had him jumping every time he felt her kiss somewhere new, hissing through his teeth as her hand ran up and down his sides, a featherlight touch that had him reeling.

Eventually, he felt hot breath ghosting over his cock and he had to bite the inside of his cheek to stay calm. The anticipation was so good - Nami had always been a master of teasing him, and now he couldn’t even tell if she was planning to take mercy on him any time soon. 

Her lips wrapped around the head, and he was barely able to stop himself from thrusting up into that searing heat. Her tongue swirled around him, going painfully slow. One hand reached out to try and grab her hair, but he missed and smacked into warm skin instead.

She pulled off him. “Ow.”

“Sorry, sorry! I didn’t mean-”

A sweet giggle reached his ears, then a warm hand clasped around his, pulling it up to feel soft hair. “Relax, baby. You just sit back and let me do everything.”

She returned to his cock, giving it teasing kitten licks and closed-mouth, almost chaste kisses, before licking a long stripe up and returning to giving him head again. Shivers wracked his body and he barely managed to stop himself from digging his fingers into her hair too hard. Her tongue was as clever as she was, and it wasn’t long before he could feel his release coiling in his belly. He tugged on her hair as gently as he could, making her slip off his cock with a wet pop.

“C-close,” he managed to gasp out.

“Good boy, baby.”

She pulled off, and her warmth disappeared. This was planned - she was getting herself prepped, she was going to ride him while he wasn’t allowed to touch. They’d talked about this, they knew what they were doing, nothing was wrong.

Seconds felt like hours.

Nothing was wrong.

Why couldn’t he hear her moving on the bed? He wasn’t allowed to use his Observation, but he should’ve been able to get something. Her breathing, grabbing the lube, anything-

Nothing was wrong.

His fingers twisted in the sheets. She should’ve been prepping herself - why wasn’t she saying anything? Why couldn’t he feel her? She shouldn’t have been completely invisible, she didn’t- she didn’t leave, did she?

Nothing was wrong.

It was so dark, and his chest tightened, seizing with nerves. His blood was roaring in his ears, he felt lightheaded - and not in a good way. Why was it so quiet, it shouldn’t be this quiet-

Nothing was wrong. Everything was just dark and- 

Dark and cold and full of bugs - bugs crawling around on the inside of the mask and his clothes, the ringing laughter of his brothers rattling around in his head - burning, painful shame… he wasn’t enough, he wasn’t good enough, he was born too weak… too cold, too dark, no one talked to him anymore, he’d do anything, just speak to him, he’d take being scolded and screamed at by now, just somebody acknowledge him, see that he’s still here, he’s still alive, and he’s sorry, he’s sorry for being born weak-!

A sudden pop shattered the illusion swirling in his brain, and Sanji could hear Nami let out a triumphant noise.

“Finally! Little bitch wouldn’t open for shit. Sorry, baby boy, I didn’t mean to-”

Her words died and Sanji panicked again. Oh god, was she disgusted? Did she not want him anymore? Or at all? He was crying, he could feel the wetness on his cheeks, why the hell would she want to-

“Sanji?” Nami’s voice was frantic with worry, and he could feel warm slender fingers cupping his jaw, running over his cheeks to wipe away his tears. She started tugging at the blindfold, trying to slip it off - and he grabbed her wrists.

“No,” he whispered, desperately hoping his voice didn’t betray just how shaken up he was. “I don’t- I didn’t… I didn’t safeword yet.”

“You’re crying. I knew this was a bad idea-”

“I promise, I'm fine! I just- I just got a little scared, we can keep going! I don’t want to leave you hanging-”

“Sanji.”

The firmness in her tone gave him pause and he let himself fall silent. She heaved a heavy sigh right next to his ear, and her hands were suddenly wrapping around his shoulders, resting against his head. It was a heavy weight, but… a comforting one, even in the darkness.

Her lips ghosted against the shell of his ear. “If this was the other way around… would you want to keep going?”

Sanji allowed himself to imagine that for a moment - Nami, blindfolded and trembling, tears staining her cheeks, wrapped up in cruel memories of her mother and Arlong, and everything else she had to endure…

He could feel the will to fight bleed from his limbs.

“Sanji?”

“...camel.”

Her fingers immediately found the knot, and in just seconds, red fabric fell away from his eyes and Sanji was greeted by the warm light of their bedroom. Nami straddled his hips, worry etched on her face, and her hands quickly began carding through his hair.

“I’m so sorry, honey,” she muttered, her eyes filled with regret. “I didn’t realize, I was just fighting that stupid bottle…”

“It’s fine,” Sanji sighed, his shoulders slumping. “I’m the one that should be sorry. I didn’t mean to-”

“No,” Nami immediately interjected, planting her hands firmly on his shoulders and leaning back to look him square in the eye. “You do not need to apologize. I didn’t check in and that’s my fault. You do not need to be sorry about anything.”

She said it with such insistence, he could almost believe it.

Time became meaningless as they laid there, bathed in the warm glow from their bedside lamp, embracing each other. It might have been seconds, it might have been years later when Sanji eventually pulled back, collapsing on the pillows. Nami panicked for a moment, before a deep snore cut through the air.

She sighed, a small smile on her face, and gingerly untangled himself from his grasp. As she drifted around the bedroom, cleaning up their discarded clothes and the unused lube, her eyes fell on the red strip of satin that had started all this in the first place.

Picking it up, Nami contemplated throwing it away, but something made her hold onto it. Not just that it was a nice belt for that dress of hers… but maybe its use as an implement wasn’t completely exhausted. It just… wasn’t meant for Sanji’s eyes.

Hers, maybe. Or as a gag for one of them. She didn’t particularly care. All her arousal had disappeared the moment she saw Sanji in tears. Either way… from now on, light was going to be essential whenever they had sex.

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Sanji liked to consider himself a romantic. He loved treating his partners right - nice meals, thoughtful gifts, flowers, the whole nine yards. That applied to his approach to sex too - such a special thing deserved to be treated as such. Only the right moods and best settings would do in order to make perfect love. Gentle, catering to every partner’s whims… everything he could do to make it the best experience possible, he did. 

Which was why his inner gentleman was screaming at him not to do something stupid, like fucking his girlfriend in a dirty alleyway.

Everything about the place screamed bad place, bad place to him - trash and cigarette butts littered the concrete, graffiti coated every inch of the walls, it wasn’t even well-lit. But there was more blood in his cock than his brain at the moment, and Sanji Jr. was saying fucking Nami - the most perfect, incredible girlfriend he’d ever had - here and now was a great idea. Sanji Jr. didn’t make a lot of smart decisions, but this had to be a new low, even for him.

This date had started out so amazing too - he’d booked a reservation at a great restaurant that wasn’t too expensive, they’d had an amazing meal, talked and laughed the whole time, had a few drinks, it was perfect. Then when they left, he’d really just intended to give her a small kiss. Just enough to tide them over until they got back to the ship. Then she’d slid her hands over his shoulders to kiss him back, and pressed up against him with her breasts squishing against his chest, and… fuck, he was getting lightheaded again.

And she’d dragged him into this alleyway to keep going, holding onto his neck like her life depended on it. He could tell she was starting to get wet - grinding her hips into his, desperate for some form of stimulation. And now he was faced with an impossible decision - fuck Nami here and give her what she wanted, or wait til they got back to the ship and give her a proper night in bed. Every inch of him wanted to say fuck it and fuck her, but his inner romantic said no way in hell.

“N-Nami-” He tried to gasp out, but she took it as encouragement and grinded against him harder. “W- wait, hold on-”

“Why?” She murmured, and all the sudden, her hand was massaging him through his pants and Sanji had to bite his own tongue to stop himself from just having his way with her here and now.

“I- we should- wait, stop-”

She pulled back with a whine, giving him the sexiest little pout he’d ever seen. He let out a heavy sigh, running his fingers through his hair, but not letting up his grip on her hips.

“Not here,” he whispered, pulling her a bit closer. “Wouldn’t you rather be in a comfy bed, where no one can see us-”

Then a tiny moan escaped from her, and she rolled her hips subconsciously, grinding against his thigh.

The two of them were dead silent for a moment, with only the sound of distant laughter drifting by keeping them company. The gears in Sanji’s head were turning a million miles an hour - then he finally caught up.

“You want someone to see you?”

Her face turned almost as bright as her hair, and she buried her face in her chest from embarrassment. Sanji cracked a grin.

So this was a kink for her… and indulging in one of her kinks was undoubtedly treating her properly.

His inner romantic was satisfied, and his inner pervert was elated.

“What a dirty girl…”

He flipped her around, her face pressed up against the cold stone wall. Her whine was flustered and full of shame, but she grinded up against him, trying her damndest to get him riled up. He mourned not being able to see her face - seeing her blissful expression when she came was one of his favorite parts of having sex with her - but doing this while standing gave them limited options. 

Shamelessly groping her ass, Sanji silently thanked Nami for choosing such a short dress - not only did she look damn good in it, access wouldn’t be too much of an issue. But something else was.

“Condom,” he gasped, trying to keep himself collected for just a moment - a tall task when her ass was pressing insistently against his dick. “I don’t have-”

“Purse. Lube too.”

Nami jerked her head towards her bag, long since forgotten a few feet away. Sanji had to marvel at the fact that nobody had taken it yet. He also had to chuckle at the fact she’d thought to bring lube and condoms on what was supposed to be an innocent, chaste date. And people called him the pervert.  

Fumbling around the mess of stolen cash and jewels she’d snatched tonight, he finally found the little bottle and packet and pulled them out - both of them brand new. Popping the top off the lube and drizzling about half the contents on his fingers, he reached down to pull her panties down - and was met with two delightful surprises.

First, she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

Second, she didn’t need any prep.

“You are going to be the death of me,” he whispered as his fingers met hard silicone between her cheeks. She giggled, pressing her ass insistently into his hands and wiggling her hips enticingly. 

“Don’t put my hard work to waste, hon,” she whispered.

Always the faithful servant, Sanji fumbled to get the condom on as fast as he could and poured the rest of the lube on his cock. He yanked the plug out in one swift go, her desperate gasp sending a bolt of arousal down his spine, and with both hands on her hips, plunged his tip inside.

Getting in her warmth always felt like home, and it only took a few small thrusts for him to be fully inside her. By then, she was moaning wantonly, hands scraping for some kind of grip on the smooth brick in front of her. His heart ached a little at the rough treatment he was giving her, but if her noises were anything to go by, she was not complaining.

He wasted no time setting a quick pace for his thrusts, gripping her hips so hard he was positive she would have bruises in the morning. As much as he hated the idea of hurting her, the fact that she would carry marks of him, remnants of this lovemaking she could see in the mirror for days to come - that was a far more pleasurable thought.

“You’re such a bad girl, baby,” he hissed in her ear, giving her a hard smack on her ass and drinking in the jiggle of her cheeks. “Can’t even wait to get back to the ship - just want me to fuck you hard, right where everyone can see you.”

If the wetness coating the inside of her thighs was any indication, she did.

“What if we were caught right now, hm? Marines walking by and seeing the stunning Cat Burglar getting fucked in a dirty alley. That would be front page news, hm?” 

Nami whimpered, clenching around him in the way he knew meant she was getting close. So was he, truth be told. But damn it if he wasn’t going to make her feel good first.

“Maybe we’ll end up in the paper. I can see the headline now - ‘Cat Burglar Nami, fucked in public like the dirty slut she is!’” Sanji chuckled. He knew how much she loved this dominant act - and he punctuated every harsh statement with a deep, hard thrust that had her throwing her head back. “And the best part?”

He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear, the softness of his tone a stark contrast to his words.

“They’d be right. You’re just a little whore who’s about to come all over this filthy wall, hm?”

Her moan sounded suspiciously close to a ‘yes.’

“Then prove me right.”

And she did - a rush of cum flooding out of her and dripping onto the disgusting cobblestone beneath them. And the tightness of her heat around him, piled on top of everything else that had led up to this, had him tumbling over the edge.

 They stayed standing like that for some time, the world collapsed into this tiny alley in a nowhere town in the middle of the Grand Line. As the euphoria died away, Sanji started to stress, worried he’d been too rough, especially for a quick fuck - before Nami let out a breathless, elated sigh.

“You have no idea how much I needed that.”

Ignoring the mess of cum between her legs, Nami wriggled out of his grasp and let him slip out of her, the now full condom quickly getting uncomfortable. She then wrapped her arms around Sanji’s neck and pulled him into a deep, unrelenting kiss that took his breath away. When they parted, red cheeked and panting, a single strand of saliva still connecting their mouths, Nami had one of the most blissful expressions on her face that Sanji had ever seen.

“You are incredible.”

A newspaper smacked him in the face and Sanji blinked, trying to wipe the sleep from his eyes.

“What the-”

“You are a piece of shit,” Nami growled, her face suddenly popping up in his view. Sanji hardly got a chance to admire her in the morning light before she shoved the headline in his nose. He had to scoot back so he could even read the full thing.

STRAW HATS CAUGHT WITH THEIR PANTS DOWN

Vinsmoke Sanji, 1 billion beri on his head, and Cat Burglar Nami, 366 million on her head, both known members of the Straw Hat Pirates, were spotted by civilians last night in an alleyway in a Grand Line town - and according to the civilians, “fucking away like they didn’t have a care in the world!”

That was as far as he got before he burst out laughing.

“You think this is funny?!” Nami hissed through her teeth, putting her hands on her hips. “Everyone knows where we were and that we were fucking! We’re lucky they didn’t get any pictures!”

“Well,” Sanji managed to get out through his giggles. “Wasn’t that the goal?”

Nami glared at him even harsher. “You do realize that everyone gets this same newspaper? Including Cocoyashi Village? Including Genzo?”

Sanji’s laughter died in his throat.

“The next time we go to Cocoyashi, you better pray for your life. You’ll need it.”

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Nami had competition.

She wasn’t used to competing when it came to being the best looking person in the room. Of course, Robin was stunning, but she didn’t flaunt it or take advantage of it the same way Nami did, and she was generally uninterested any time someone tried to flirt with her. (Those always ended the same way - with the unlucky asshole being on the wrong end of Franky’s hand cannons. Always made bar visits so much more fun.)

But anyways - Nami was widely acknowledged as one of the most attractive Straw Hats, and she would admit that success was in no small part thanks to her boobs. They needed no introduction, no flair - they spoke for themselves, and she proudly showed their impressive size off. She was in the top three for the crew (damn Zoro), what more could she ask for?

But now, she was getting concerned that maybe, just maybe, someone else might be overtaking her - and she wasn’t sure whether to be jealous or deliriously horny given who that someone was.

Seriously - how was her own boyfriend making her look small?!

And where did it even come from?!

Sanji’s body had never been unattractive, certainly not after the crew reunited - but the star of his show had always been his ass. (A fact Nami never failed to remind him of.) She would happily give the title of “Finest Ass” in the crew to him, especially since she was the one who could both look and touch. His pecs had always taken something of a back seat to it - again, not that they were bad! Just not much compared to Nami’s, or to his glorious derriere.

But now? Nami wasn’t sure where the hell this had come from or when the hell it had happened, but she couldn’t really bring herself to complain.

It had been a quiet, if sweltering day on the Sunny, and she’d taken advantage of it to enjoy a nice afternoon lounging on the lawn deck in a new bikini she’d picked up at their last port stop. Franky and Usopp were having their snipe-offs and she was making bank in bets from Robin, Luffy and Chopper were running around and for once not bothering her, Zoro was snoring - it was a wonderful time!

Then Sanji had to come out looking like sex incarnate.

He’d forgone a shirt and chosen some of his tighter swim trunks, and he held a massive tray of drinks over his head, so his arms were looking their best. She had to drop her sunglasses at the sight. 

“Lemonade, ladies?”

He made his way over to her and Robin, bending over to place the tray on the table next to them. Nami surreptitiously wiped the corners of her mouth just in case. From the knowing look Robin gave her over the top of her book, it wasn’t subtle.

Robin took her glass with a smile and a grateful nod. Nami barely had the presence of mind to realize Sanji was looking at her expectantly, when all… that was right next to her face. No wonder she’d heard more fighting coming from the gym lately… 

She snatched up the lemonade, spilling a bit in her haste, and hurriedly gulped it down, her eyes still trained on his boobs. They were huge - rounded, jiggling a bit as he walked and shifted his weight, soft fat atop rock solid muscle. For Roger’s sake, she had this man naked in her bed every other night, how had she not noticed this?! He might actually be able to wear a bra at this point-

She had to squeeze her legs together at that thought and pray that she wasn’t that pathetically obvious.

Oh… this was going to be fun tonight.

It took Nami all of five seconds to corner Sanji and pin him against the door when he came to their room that night.

“Oof- hon-”

“When the fuck did this happen?!” She demanded, poking the this in question. The way they gave under her fingertip already had her gut tightening with warmth. 

“When did what happen?” Sanji questioned, flush against the door, supremely confused but apparently not opposed.

“These!”

She planted her hands on his chests, squeezing his pecs and making him yelp in shock. She honestly couldn’t bring herself to stop though. Warm and squishy and bouncy- was this how he felt about her boobs?

“Nami, what are you-”

“You’re fucking huge! Hell, you’re making me look small!”

Fascinated as she was by his rack, she hardly noticed when his hands came up to grip her hips, shaking with anticipation. She did notice though when he sucked in a deep breath, his ample tits rising and falling with the action. Finally clocking his nervousness, she took a step back - then realized something wonderful.

He wasn’t nervous. He was turned on. Sometimes she forgot just how deliciously sensitive his body was, coming alive at the slightest touch - though that might just have been the effect she had on him. Either way, she wasn’t going to complain. Especially not when a devious plan was already forming in her brain.

“You like how this feels, baby?” A dark chuckle left Nami’s lips as she thumbed Sanji’s nipples, rolling the little nubs between her fingers from under his shirt. A strangled moan escaped him, and his grip on her hips tightened - something she couldn’t let slide. She clucked her tongue disapprovingly and grabbed one of his wrists, pinning it against the wall.

“No touching,” she chided, as if she was scolding a child. “Keep your hands to yourself, like a good boy. Can you do that for me?”

He nodded frantically, immediately pulling his free hand back and pressing them both flat against the wall. She rewarded him with a kiss at the hollow of his throat, before turning her attention back to the perfect sight in front of her.

He’d put on a shirt earlier, but it was clearly on the older side, and definitely not fitted for his current size. His pecs were straining against the fabric, the buttons looking close to popping off. The meaty flesh was heavy in Nami’s hands, a thin layer of fat atop rock hard muscle that spilled out between her fingers. She sucked in a sharp breath through her nose at the sensation.

“You’ve really been bulking up,” she murmured, pushing them up closer to her face. Sanji squirmed, his shorts already tenting. “Wanted to give me and Robin some competition, huh babe?”

She didn’t give him a chance to respond. She pinched both his nipples at the same time, and the jolt of pain made him cry out with a divine sort of desperation. Snickering at his pathetic arousal, she leaned in closer, almost pressing her face into the soft pillows.

“Or did you just want to balance out your fat ass with some fat tits, too? Trying to have the best assets on the crew, baby? Can’t blame you - it’s paying off. Or…”

Remembering a passing thought she’d had earlier when he was serving drinks, she brushed his ear with her lips, ever so slightly tugging the lobe with her teeth. She could feel every inch of him shudder as she pressed flush up against him, filthy fantasies on her tongue.

“Were you just wanting to outgrow your pretty outfits? Trying to go up a couple cup sizes so I’ll buy you more fancy things for you to wear?”

Both Nami and Sanji had quite the collection of lingerie in their closets, all bought on Nami’s dime. She loved buying tiny expensive fabrics to decorate Sanji’s body, and he never failed to look like a dream in them. As much as he stamped it down, trying to hide it about himself, she knew the especially feminine ones with tight and lacy bras were his favorites - and she liked the idea of adding some more to his wardrobe - especially with how impressive his boobs were looking right now.

And clearly, given how much he was squirming, red in the face and panting, he liked that idea too.

“If you wanted something new, all you had to do was ask, baby boy,” she purred, brushing her thumbs over the curve where his tits met the lower half of his chest. “Maybe we should see if you can even fit into your old stuff anymore - or if it’ll be just as tight as these slutty little shorts.”

She momentarily left his tits alone and pinched his asscheeks teasingly, making him yelp and thrust up, desperate for some kind of stimulation. He was properly panting now, his tits almost bursting out of that sinful button-up - and then Nami got the most delicious idea. She popped the first two buttons open, leaving his cleavage peeking out, pressed together delightfully - then leaned in and buried her face in the warm flesh.

“Nami, I-”

Oh, she knew exactly how he felt about her boobs now. This was heaven. The warm plush flesh, the way they jiggled as she nuzzled into them, their perfect roundness that she could squish and pinch as she tried to get as close as she possibly could - she had to wrench herself away to breathe properly.

“Get on, now,” she demanded, pointing at the bed, feeling like she was on fire. “Pants off. Keep the shirt on.”

Sanji looked stunned, almost dazed in a way - before nodding enthusiastically and rushing over to do as she asked.

Nami’s mouth watered. Neither of them would be getting much sleep tonight.

Chapter Text

Showers were a well earned commodity on the Sunny, especially after one of Luffy’s many misadventures. Usually, as with most things with the Straw Hats, they were chaotic - Nami had long since learned not to take showers with Franky and Luffy at the same time. Getting shower time to yourself was damn near impossible.

Thankfully, Nami had experience with doing the impossible.

Stripping her filthy clothes off and setting her bathrobe just outside the shower door, she wasted no time getting under the spray, uncaring whether it was warmed up or not.

Today had been shit.

Truthfully, it shouldn’t have been - they’d made landfall and she’d gone shopping, and even managed to pick up a nice gift for Sanji. Luffy’s antics were, for once, just funny and not annoying, dangerous, or expensive, Usopp and Franky had gotten into a hilarious argument over who could make the better inventions - it had been a good day for a long time.

Then she just had to walk by the wrong people at the wrong time.

She’d been passing by a small crowd examining posted bounties - hers included - and managed to catch her name being thrown around by some twenty somethings.

“Cat Burglar, huh? Damn, talk about the full package. Boobs and a pretty face? Sign me up!” Some jackass shouted, pulling her poster off the wall. He and his goons were practically salivating over her printed face - and something like fear flooded her system.

“Get in line!” His friend laughed, shoving. “She’s a slut for sure. Who isn’t trying to hit that? Bet you a thousand beri her body count’s in the dozens.”

“Make it hundreds,” the third stooge chuckled. “She loves money so much? I’d bet good beri that’s how she gets it. Whoring herself out for any fucker who looks twice at her.”

“So you’d actually have a chance!”

They all burst into laughter, before Jackass #1 crumpled the poster up and tossed it over his shoulder.

She didn’t hear much else besides ‘whore’ and ‘slut’ after that.

Pumping some shampoo into her hair, she lathered up and stared down at her body. She felt like ants were crawling all over her skin, getting underneath and crawling around inside her.

Inside her.

Nami knew her reputation as a pirate sex symbol. She knew men in every corner of the Grand Line found her attractive, and she wasn’t ashamed to use that reputation or her good looks and body to her advantage whenever she saw fit. But… to be called a whore because of it…

She didn’t even have that much experience. Didn’t have much time for dating when she was with Arlong, or anything more than a one night stand once she’d joined Luffy’s crew - and even then, there weren't many. Sanji was the first actual relationship she’d ever had. Their mutual inexperience was somewhat comforting to her - they were both still figuring things out, and they could do that together.

She started rubbing body wash into her skin, hyper aware of her figure and all its sensitivities. She was proud of her body - she’d worked hard to maintain it, and she reaped the benefits in the form of Sanji showering love and praise on her every chance he got. She’d never considered being hot or having a great body a bad thing before. She wondered if she should start.

Despite how loud her thoughts and the spray of the shower were, she managed to hear the door to the bathroom creak open, and she heaved a heavy sigh.

“I said I wanted a solo shower!” She shouted, gritting her teeth. “I swear to god, can’t a girl get some goddamn privacy around here?!”

It was dead silent for a moment, before she heard a throat clearing and a nervous chuckle.

“I just figured you would want some clean clothes when you got out,” Sanji stammered. “But I, uh… I can leave if you want.”

Relief flooded her system. She shook her head - then remembered he couldn’t see her through the frosted glass. “No, no, it’s ok. Sorry, Sanji.”

“Are you okay, love?”

She… didn’t know how to answer that.

Sanji hadn’t been around to hear the jackasses talking about her, too busy keeping Zoro from getting lost. In a way, she was sort of grateful - the last thing they needed was a massive street brawl just because some assholes didn’t know how to keep their mouths shut. She didn’t know if she wanted to bother him with it at all. But she couldn’t say she didn’t want some comfort from him…

“Not really,” she sighed, hoping it came off as more sexy and less despondent. “Can’t reach my back. I could really use some help…”

His silence was enough of an answer for her. It didn’t take long for the sound of him undressing and his clothes hitting the floor to reach her ears, and before she knew it, the door to the shower stall swung open and he rushed in.

Sanji grinned, drinking in the sight of her naked body. “God, you’re beautiful.”

Nami giggled, rolling her eyes. “Please, you’ve seen me like this a thousand times.”

“I’ve seen the sunset a thousand times too - never gets any less beautiful.”

She didn’t have a good retort for that - somehow, he always managed to leave her breathless with his sweetness. So, she simply grabbed the bottle of body wash and held it out to him.

Sanji’s fingers on her body were wonderful - he’d always been fantastic with his hands, a result of years in the kitchen, and Nami was always happy to reap the benefits. Whether it be in the bedroom, or something as simple as this - getting a wonderful massage as he rubbed body wash into her skin, his palms easily working out the knots in her back as he went. She couldn’t help but marvel at how she’d been the first to snag such a multi-talented man.

Almost as if he was reading her thoughts, Sanji let out a dreamy sigh and ran his hands over her hips. “I don’t know how I got so lucky. You look like a goddess.”

Normally, Nami would preen at the compliment or maybe tease him for over exaggerating. But all she could think of was that random asshole’s stupid face as he called her a slut. Sluts weren’t goddesses. Thieves and cat burglars weren’t goddesses. She wasn’t-

“Thanks,” she muttered, not daring to look him in the eyes. 

His grip tightened on her hips. “Nami… please. Talk to me.”

“It’s nothing, I’m fine-”

“You’re not. I can see that - I can feel it. Please… let me help?”

“I don’t need any help, Sanji, just drop it-”

“Would you drop it if I was hiding something from you?”

…she never had even thought about doing such a thing, especially when he was at his lowest. The idea of walking away or just leaving the situation alone when he was so obviously in need of her just… that was just so out of the question for her. 

It made sense that it would be out of the question for him too.

“Just… some jackasses talking about me in the port earlier,” she mumbled, her voice barely audible over the shower spraying onto the tile and their bodies. “It doesn’t mean anything.”

His hands stayed gentle on her skin, but she could practically feel the rage already starting to fill his system. He sucked in a deep breath through his nose, and let it out hissing through his teeth.
“What exactly did they say?”

She felt smaller with each word she had to say. “Called me a slut… said I was probably whoring myself out since I like money so much-”

“Got it,” he gritted out, his voice strangled with anger. “We’re not that far, I’ll just-”

“No, you are not going to skywalk back to the island and hunt them down,” Nami sighed, exhaustion seeping into her bones. “It’s not that important.”

“It is,” he insisted. “Any jackass who thinks they can get away with insulting you, and do it to your face, is going to get what’s coming to them. I won’t let them get away with that kind of bullshit.”

“Sanji, I don’t even remember what they looked like. I’m not having you go on a kicking spree through the town just because some idiots were telling the truth.”

He stilled behind her. 

“Nami, you-”

“They weren’t exactly wrong,” she continued, glaring down at herself. “I mean, look at me. I’m posing in my bounty poster, for God’s sake. I show myself off to anyone who asks and has the beri to spare.”

“Nami-”

“Guess we know what to do in case we ever run low on cash - just stick me on the streets in a skirt and let me suck off anyone who has some spare change. Wouldn’t be the most degrading thing I’ve ever done-”

“Nami,” Sanji interjected, putting his hands on her shoulders with a firm grasp that took her breath away. “No. I will not let you talk about yourself like that. Anything those dickwads said that made you feel bad about yourself is not true. You are wonderful, and amazing, and everything I ever could’ve hoped for. If anything - I don’t deserve to be in your presence, let alone with you like this.”

Despite how cheesy it was, Nami couldn’t help but flush. She didn’t know what it was, but Sanji just had this… way with words. It was ridiculous sometimes, but it never failed to make her appreciate him just a little bit more. 

“You mean that?” She murmured, casting a shy glance over her shoulder. He gave her a brilliant smile.

“Every last word.”

“Really?”

“Want me to prove it?”

“Absolutely.”

He gave her ass a gratuitous squeeze, admiring its shine from the water - before asking for confirmation with his eyes. 

“If you don’t want me to, then…”

She nodded. “I want you to show me how much you mean it. Go ahead.”

He drizzled more body wash onto his hands, though his fingers were already slick from soaping her up, while she braced her hands on the shower wall in front of her. Her grip was non-existent with the water coating her, but she made it work. She always had.

Sanji tended to be gentle in bed - a soft grip on her hips, plenty of prep time, sweet murmurs in her ear as he gave long, smooth thrusts into her. But this time, Nami could feel just how much care he was putting into this - into her. Every movement, every stroke, every word whispered under his breath felt like affection given form, wrapped up and surrounding every fiber of her being. This wasn’t a quick fuck, or soulless railing. This was… lovemaking.

They made love until the shower water ran cold and their skin was pruned. And they kept going all night, slow, soft, and easy. Maybe that still made Nami a whore, but it sure didn’t feel like it to either of them.

And hey - even if she was a whore? She was only one man’s whore. 

Chapter Text

This was not Nami’s idea of a typical night out.

She didn’t mind getting wild or going clubbing, not one bit. But this kind of club was not her usual scene, and she didn’t exactly know how to feel. Robin had dragged her out here to have some “fun,” whatever the hell that meant. Given it was Robin, she could only hope it didn’t involve murder. She wasn’t in the mood to be in a terrible detective show episode.

Long story short, she and Robin had ended up in a strip club, called Iva’s. To its credit, it was on the nicer side - comfy seats, good drinks, nice lighting, tasteful decorations. Drag queens and strippers wandered around, performing and serving customers, all surrounding the central thrust stage, where curtains were still closed. From all the whispering going on, some big shot stripper would be up there dancing in a bit. 

Gulping down her beer, Nami leaned back in her seat and cast a curious look at Robin. “Since when do you go to strip clubs?”

“I don’t,” the older woman chuckled, sipping her cocktail. “I simply thought it would be a nice change of pace for you.”

“You trying to say something?”

“All I’m suggesting is that maybe some new experiences wouldn’t hurt you.”

Nami rolled her eyes, setting her now empty glass down. “I get plenty of new experiences. They don’t have to involve a place like… this.”

“This establishment has excellent reviews,” Robin commented, glancing around the huge room. “I can see why - it’s clearly doing well for itself.”

“Good for it. Can we go yet?”

“Just a little while longer. I figured we should stay for the main event.”

“‘Main event?’” Nami questioned, cocking her eyebrow.

“Tonight’s headline act. Gentleman by the name of “Mr. Prince.” Apparently, he’s a big deal around here. Thought we should see if he lives up to the hype.”

“You dragged me out here to watch some rando strip on stage?” Nami shook her head, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Porn exists, Robin. You can watch a guy strip in the comfort of your own home. And you don’t have to drag your friends who don’t even want to be here into it.”

Robin shrugged, smirking knowingly. “Maybe I thought you’d miss some… in person activities. Since you haven’t been getting much of that.”

Nami flushed down to her toes. “Ok, that was a low fucking blow, Robin. Just cause I haven’t gotten out much lately-”

Out of nowhere, the lights went dim, and purplish mood lights lit up the stage. Excited whispers and giggles filled the air as customers rushed to their seats, trying to get as close to the stage as possible. Robin and Nami had a pretty good view from where they were, able to reach the stage if they wanted to and still watch just fine from their seats. Nami raised her eyebrows at the commotion.

“Showtime,” Robin murmured, chuckling. 

Nami crossed her arms, sighing and getting ready. She knew how this was going to go: the guy was going to spin around on the pole, maybe writhe a bit on the floor, all the housewives and horny college girls were gonna go crazy for him and she’d just be bored the entire time. This was so pointless, a complete waste of time-

The curtains flew open, revealing a set of tiered steps going up to the pole - where a tall, strong silhouette stood poised and ready. Then the spotlights clanged on and bathed him in white light.

Nami’s mouth went dry.

Mr. Prince sure as hell lived up to his name. Broad, with wide shoulders and powerful arms, thick thighs and muscled legs, and a devastatingly handsome face. His golden halo of hair shone like a crown underneath the lights. His outfit was… well, it took Nami’s breath away. A tiny little compression top with a cutout of a crown, showing off his impressive tits. A delightfully tight corset that accentuated the taper of his waist, shorts that left nothing to the imagination, and knee high boots that Nami was stunned he could walk in. She couldn’t see too many details from where they were sitting, but even from here, she could see why he was so popular.

Then he started to move.

Some kind of generic pop song was blaring over the speakers, but Nami didn’t give it a second thought. This guy could dance. Dropping low, able to kick straight up as he spun around the pole, wrapping his legs around it to climb to the ceiling and… holy shit, no one’s body should be able to twist like that. His balance was phenomenal, it almost looked like he was flying…

Nami was getting out of her seat before she knew what was happening. She vaguely clocked Robin calling out her name, but it was as if she didn’t have control over her own body anymore. She had to get closer to this guy.

By the time she’d managed to shove her way to the front of the crowd, he’d left the pole and was stepping out to the front part of the stage, every movement calculated and deliberate, designed to leave his audience drooling. Nami had to admit, it was working. Very well.

Mr. Prince dropped to his knees and raised his arms up behind his head, giving them all a sweeping look before his eyes finally landed on Nami. They lingered on her, their searing blueness burning into her soul. Her heart stopped beating. He started mouthing something, something long that Nami could barely understand - until she started actually listening to the song, already in its final verse.

I want you to show me the worst of you, more than your words can do,

Tonight, I’ll be whatever you want me to be, tell me your fantasies…

Nami gulped. Mr. Prince dropped onto his hands and knees, slowly crawling towards her, and kept full eye contact as the song went into its last chorus - and he went right along with it.

Want you to love me for a second, for a minute, maybe hours,

Touch my body like you mean it, come and meet me in the shower,

Got me rolling back my eyes like it’s a superpower,

You can have me if you wanna stay another second, minute, hour!

As it reached the final line, he flipped onto his back, fixing Nami with the dirtiest look she’d ever gotten from a man. He dragged his hands up his body, his fingers passing over every impressive muscle, eventually reaching over his head, palms outstretched - almost touching Nami’s face. 

She wasn’t sure when she’d pulled out her wallet or the cash she had in it, but before she knew it, she’d pressed at least 200 dollars into his hands. His smile was radiant and filthy at the same time. He mouthed two last words - and they were crystal clear.

Thanks, gorgeous.

And then, he was gone, just the last notes of his song and the chattering crowd of women surrounding her left as the only indication he was there at all. That and the stunned arousal rushing through her body. Her head was spinning and she felt almost drunk. It wasn’t until the crowd dissipated that she finally wandered back to Robin - who was giving her an all too smug smirk.

“What was that you said earlier?” The older woman teased as Nami slumped down in her seat. “About not wanting to be here?”

“Shut up,” Nami muttered.

Robin did not, and proceeded to pull out her phone. “I guess that’s another five star review for Iva’s. From me or you?”

“I will murder you.”

“At least make it interesting. Air shot between the toes causes the same reaction as a heart attack, for instance.”

“I won’t ask how you know that.”

Robin was mercifully silent while giving her undoubtedly smug review, leaving Nami to wallow in despair. What kind of sad idiot was she, to be giving out her hard earned cash to a stripper. Even if he was one of the hottest men she’d ever seen in person and could dance like a sex god in six inch heels. Had she really gotten so desperate-

“Evening, ladies.”

Nami rolled her eyes, not in the mood to be hit on by some old pervert, and raised her head to tell the guy off - and her throat closed up.

It was him. Mr. Prince was standing right in front of her, looking just as diabolically good as he had on that stage. He hadn’t even changed from what she could tell - just slipped on a tight blue bathrobe that didn’t even cover most of his chest, so she could still see the outline of that sinful compression top’s cutout. He even still had the boots on.

“Evening,” Robin said conversationally, as if Nami wasn’t dying right next to her. “Mr. Prince, am I correct?”

“You are,” he chuckled, running his fingers through his hair. God, even his voice was sexy. All deep and elegant, with a small shortness of breath from his workout. “But I’m not really here to talk about myself.”

“Oh?”

He turned to Nami, fixing her with those stunning blue eyes again. “Hi.”

She gulped. “Hi.” She felt - and sounded like - a blushing schoolgirl. What was happening to her?!

“You caught my eye while I was on stage,” Mr. Prince murmured, leaning over to be on eye level with her. “And you tipped very generously.”

“Um, uh…” Nami stuttered, feeling like her face was on fire. “So… so what?”

“Iva has a very special rule for customers like you. You tip the most during a performance… you get an hour with that performer all to yourself.”

Nami couldn’t tell if she was delighted or horrified. “Wha…wha?”

He trailed his fingers along her arm, his touch lighting a fire under her skin. “It’s completely optional. You don’t want me, I’ll walk away. But we’re in the business of rewarding generous customers, and… well, you’re just that.”

…fuck, Nami was going to owe Robin so much.

Chapter Text

He was being unreasonable. Sanji knew he was being unreasonable. He didn’t own Nami, he didn’t choose who she talked to and when. She could talk to whoever she wanted. He knew that. And yet… and yet. 

All of that did nothing to help the jealousy burning in his chest.

They’d gone out for drinks together, and he’d left for just a moment to go take a piss. And by the time he’d gotten back, she was chatting up some other guy at the bar. A very rich looking, handsome guy.  And now, he didn’t know what to do with himself, or with the building rage in his head.

The worst part was? He couldn’t blame either of them. Nami had styled her hair in a nice updo, she had on a gorgeous blue dress that flowed around her legs and almost made her look like a mermaid, her makeup was flawless - and she was Nami, for god’s sake. Any idiot with eyes would be desperate for the chance to even say hi to her. And the guy was damn fine too: five o’clock shadow, a frame packed with lean muscle, well groomed, a nice suit that flattered his body, expensive looking accessories - Sanji couldn’t blame Nami for wanting to get to know him, even if they weren’t staying here for long.

He could let it go. If she wanted to talk to someone else, who was he to stop her? Besides, she was probably just charming him so she could rob him for everything he was worth. So he stamped down the furious monster in the back of his mind, telling him to go kick that dickwad’s ass, and just went to the other end of the bar to get some more whiskey.

His eyes never left Nami and her new buddy. Both seemed to be having the times of their lives: Nami giggled and grinned at every other thing he said, and Fancy Pants was sizing her up like she was a piece of meat - another thing that made Sanji almost growl with frustration. Something about him just screamed “bad intentions,” and that was the last kind of person he’d trust around Nami.

He sucked in a deep breath and clenched his glass tight. It was fine. Nami more than knew how to handle herself, and if things went south, he could intervene. But until anything besides his jealousy told him this guy was trouble, he’d bite his tongue and let her mingle.

Downing his whiskey, he relished the burn as it went down his throat. It gave him something else to focus on besides the rage clouding his mind. If looks could kill, Fancy Pants would long since have been dead. The more Sanji looked at him, the more he hated him. He could just tell this was the exact kind of asshole he hated the most - the kind that figured money could buy them everything, or that he was God’s gift to art and women everywhere. And that his money could let him get away from hitting on another man’s girlfriend. 

No, no, that wasn’t how this was going. Nami looked fine, Fancy Pants hadn’t done anything objectively wrong, he probably didn’t even know that she had a boyfriend. It was fine, it was fine-

Then Fancy Pants reached around and put his hand on Nami’s ass, giving it a gratuitous squeeze.

The next thing anyone knew, the son of a bitch was on his back with a bloody nose, Sanji standing above him, one foot planted firmly on his chest. The rest of the bar was stunned and in commotion, with all eyes on them - including Nami’s. She looked shocked - but not displeased. Sanji could worry about that later. He had something slightly more important to make clear. 

“Listen here, you sack of overcooked donkey shit,” he hissed, grabbing Fancy Pants’ collar and hauling him up like a bag of potatoes. “Last time I checked, touching something or someone who doesn’t belong to you was called trying to steal. And I don’t like it when people try to steal from me. So, I’ll give you two options. Either fuck off and never think about touching a woman without asking again, or get your face rearranged. Your call.”

The asshole sputtered, a trail of blood dribbling down onto his lips, but shook his head violently, making a few drops fly into Sanji’s face. The chef scoffed, letting go of Fancy Pants’ collar, 

“I’ll take that as you’ll keep your hands to yourself from now on. Good for you. Don’t change your mind, or you’ll get worse than a bloody nose.”

And with that, Sanji grabbed Nami’s hand - still making sure he was gentle with her - and tugged her out of the bar.

He didn’t say a word for the entire walk back to the Sunny. Every time Nami tried to comment about something on the street or suggested they stop at a store, he just squeezed her hand tighter and quickened his pace, forcing her to almost jog to keep up. 

By the time they were finally back on the ship, almost everyone was holed up in their rooms for the night; only Robin was still out on the deck for some midnight reading. When she spotted the couple, she just gave them a knowing smirk and a nod. Honestly, it felt like the woman was psychic. But Robin’s supernatural perception was the last thing on Sanji’s mind.

As soon as the door to their room shut behind them, Sanji had an iron grip on Nami’s hips and hoisted her into the air, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist. He pushed her towards the bed with a growl, his hands already fumbling, trying to get the fabric of her dress out of his way so he could reach what he really wanted. It looked downright fantastic on her, but damn if it wasn’t a pain to get around.

“Feeling a little rough tonight, huh?” Nami chuckled eagerly, sounding more amused than anything else. She tumbled onto the bed with a gentle bounce, the fabric tangling up in her legs, and Sanji could practically burst from frustration. 

“What’s the hurry?” She could practically hear the teasing in her tone. This stupid dress, why the hell was it so poofy, he couldn’t do anything-

“Oh, fuck it,” he muttered under his breath, before grabbing the seam where the torso met the skirt, and yanked. The sound of ripping cloth filled the room, and in the blink of an eye, the remnants of the dress were tossed over Sanji’s shoulder and his lips were on her thighs. Nami’s eyes went wide from shock.

“Holy shit-”

Sanji dragged his tongue up her skin, his hands massaging the areas he wasn’t licking. He wanted her to forget that jackass’s face, his name if he even told her one, everything about him - especially how he’d touched her. No one could touch her like this, not like he could. Not if he had anything to say about it. 

Throwing her legs over his shoulders, he dove in deeper, trying to reach as far into her depths as possible. Her hands found their way into his hair, tugging harshly, but he paid it no mind. The pricks of pain were nothing to him right now. He tongued her open for what could’ve been hours - until she felt properly loose under his ministrations. He backed up and felt a fierce sort of satisfaction at how desperate she looked - her hair splayed out on the sheets, her face red, glowing, and sweaty, her grip on his hair unbearably tight. That was because of him.

He reached for the nightstand drawer, searching for their well-used bottle of lube, while his free hand drifted up to pinch her tits, making her cry out and more precum rush out of her. At this point, Sanji was considering just using that for lube - anything to get inside her quicker - but his rationality won out in the end.

He shoved his pants and boxers down at the same time, and his aching cock sprang free, bobbing in an almost comical way, angry and flushed red at the tip. One moment of scissoring and a quick drizzle of lube on his cock later, he was diving into the warmth that felt like home at this point.

“Sanji!” Nami’s scream as he drove into her in one smooth thrust was a sound he would relish for as long as he lived.

His thrusts were slow and deep, pulling back and ensuring to hit her sweet spot on every single movement. That combined with his hands still working her tits and his sloppy kisses on her neck, it was no surprise she was already throwing her head back and clawing at him, trying to pull him deeper, even when he was buried in her up to the hilt.

This was a place only he could be in. He was the only one who got to see Nami like this, at her most vulnerable. He was the only one who could touch her so intimately, the one who got to touch her everywhere. He was the only one who could make her feel like this - make her come like this, with his name on her lips and her nails drawing blood on the back of his skin. And that alone was enough to make him follow suit - though her tightening around him certainly helped.

Sanji let out a long sigh, the jealous rage in his heart cooling. Then the panic set in about how rough he had been with her. God, stupid, stupid, how could he do that, he had barely even talked to her-

Nami, fucked out and the tattered remains of that stunning dress still clinging to her form, managed to give him a stunning, fucked-out, blissful smile and placed her hand on his cheek.

“Holy fuck, baby,” she sighed, her voice rough from all the shouting. Sanji vaguely wondered if they’d woken anyone up. They probably had.

He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, still buried inside her. He didn’t want to leave just yet, even if his cock was going soft. “You ok?”

“Ok? Ok, the man says, after he fucks my goddamn brains out,” Nami muttered, drawing a little giggle from Sanji. She wrapped her arms around his neck and devoured his mouth in a warm, slow kiss that immediately made any kind of negativity flood out of his system. By the time they pulled back for fresh air, her eyes were fluttering shut.

As she fell asleep, Sanji could’ve sworn he heard her mutter something along the lines of, “So fucking worth it…”

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“You want me to do what.”

“Don’t ask too many questions, ok?” Nami shrugged, waving her hand dismissively. “It’s not forever, just for tonight.”

Law looked about ready to launch himself into the sea - which wasn’t much different than normal, but especially so now. “Nami, this isn’t exactly something you can just say ‘Oh, it’s no big deal.’ This is a major change being made to your body - and it’s for the sake of-”

“What the hell are you talking about?! You’ve taken hearts out of their bodies and put them in cubes that you can hold and squeeze- and the people are just fine! This must be light work compared to that.”

The doctor looked about ready to pop a blood vessel. “It’s not a question of whether I can do it, it’s what the hell do you need this for?”

“It’s just gonna be one night of fun, and you can get rid of it in the morning and never think about this again.”

“No. Hell no. Absolutely not. My fruit can be used for better things than weird, kinky sex fantasies. I do not care, no.”

Well, if he insisted on being so stubborn, Nami was forced to play her trump card. “What if I pay you?”

“...how much?”

“20 million.”

“...make it 30.”

The things she did for the sake of her libido.

Having a dick felt… weird. Maybe it was just because she was unused to it, but it was still so strange. It was surprisingly heavy for one thing. (Then again, she did ask Law to make it at least 8 inches.) And hard to hide too. She’d worn a knee-length skirt to try and keep Sanji unaware, but it still poked through, leaving her to struggle to keep it concealed. 

She’d worn strap-ons in the past, but those were nothing like the flesh and blood thing. For one thing, strap-ons didn’t have balls. For another, those weren’t generally shaped to be soft, and being constantly aware of something between her thighs wasn’t the nicest feeling. But this had a purpose, and damn it if she wasn’t going to see this plan through.

While she waited for Sanji to get back to their room after cleaning up after dinner, she contemplated why she was doing this in the first place. It wasn’t like they were strangers to pegging, or Nami being the dominant one in the relationship. In fact, it was standard fare, and one of Nami’s favorite things in sex was watching Sanji begging her to go harder and faster while she railed him.

But she had to admit… it wasn’t always entirely satisfying on her end. Physically, at least. Sanji got to feel everything as if it was real, but she didn’t. She knew what it was like to be on the receiving end, and she wanted to know how it felt to rail Sanji with a real dick. And… she was curious what it would be like to come with one too. How different would it be to coming with her normal parts? Would she even be able to come like this? She wasn’t sure just how far Law had gone with his “procedure.” And if she could, how would it feel to pump Sanji full of come, filling him up to the brim?

That made her twitch - another sensation she’d have to get used to. She had to say though, weird as it was, it certainly wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, the longer she had it, the more she liked having a dick. Something about it was oddly exciting - and the longer she waited for Sanji to get to the room, the more her eagerness grew, and with it, her hardness. She could only hope that he would be too distracted to notice anything was different - at least, until she could reveal it on her own terms.

Thankfully, she didn’t have to wait long. 

As Sanji walked in, taking care to lock the door behind him, Nami stood and subtly readjusted her skirt before giving him a sly smirk.

“Hey handsome,” she purred, slinking towards him. He glanced over his shoulder at her and giggled, letting her press him up against the door, her chest flush against his back. She was fully hard now and - wow. The heat infecting her skin, the mind-numbing pleasure every time she so much as shifted her weight and made the cloth rub up against herself, the sensitivity - yeah, she could definitely get used to this.

“Hello, beautiful,” he whispered, and for a moment, Nami completely forgot all about wanting to fuck him. His voice just had such a powerful pull on her - but there was no way in hell she was going to pass up this opportunity. Who knew when they were going to do this ever again? (She was lucky enough that Law was so easily bought this time around.)

“How do you feel about letting me take control tonight?” She nibbled on his earlobe, and the noise he let out made her dizzy. 

“Say less, love,” he whispered, his voice already breathy. “One of the big ones? Please?”

 A slight bite of nervousness went through Nami; moment of truth. She pressed her hips against him - letting him feel the long hard line of her through the skirt. Even through the layers of fabric, she was positive he could feel the difference.

“How about this? Seem big enough for you?”

Sanji jumped and squirmed in her arms, struggling to turn himself around. She pulled back to let him, and his eyes were immediately fixed on the bulge straining against her skirt. His mouth dropped open, his expression open and stunned - but not disgusted. Yet, at least.

“Wha- what is- how-”

Nami chuckled nervously, her hardness wilting a bit under his gaze. This uncertainty was not what she had anticipated. “Asked Law for a favor.”

A brittle silence filled the room, and for a moment, Nami thought he was going to panic or be grossed out. Doubt started creeping into her system - this was so stupid, did he think she was a freak for this, why hadn’t she talked about it before-

Sanji sucked in a deep breath and dropped to his knees. Nami’s eyebrows shot up into her hairline and any deflation that might’ve occurred immediately was reversed.

“Baby?”

“I’m sorry if it’s bad, I-” Sanji sounded breathless, unable to take his eyes off the impressive bulge. “I don’t have a lot of practice with this. I just… oh Roger-”

Unable to say anything else, he yanked her waistband down and let her dick spring free, bobbing almost comically as it was freed from its confines. Nami didn’t even have the chance to say anything before he was gulping it down with the hunger of a starved man.

Holy shit.

Nami was no stranger to Sanji using his mouth on her - in fact, he’d made her come with just his tongue more times than she’d care to admit. But this - this was new. This was incredible. Completely enveloped in the warm cavern of his mouth, all the sensations of having flesh where there had been none and it was being pleasured so well - she thought she might explode. She probably would, given enough time.

Nami had to mourn the fact that this was a one and done deal. Being on the receiving end of a blowjob was like nothing she’d ever experienced before, and it was heavenly. She had to savor every last moment of it, almost afraid that she’d miss a crucial part and never get it back. The ship could be burning down around the two of them for all she knew and cared - this was everything she could’ve asked for and more. Law really had outdone himself.

And Sanji looked like heaven on his knees - spit dripping down his chin, a blissful, almost drunk look in his eyes, desperately slurping her precum down like he’d die of thirst without it - everything meshed in this symphony of pleasure that Nami had to yank Sanji by the hair to get him off her dick.

“Holy- holy fuck, baby,” she murmured, trying to desperately catch her breath. Her legs were shaking and she felt like she might collapse if they didn’t get to the bed. Besides, she didn’t want to deprive him of what he so clearly needed for long.

“Are you alright?” Sanji wiped his chin clean, concern on his face, but Nami just hauled him up by his collar and smashed her lips into his, licking into his mouth. She could taste cigarette smoke and precum on his tongue, and it was tastier than any meal he had ever made.

By the time she let him go, they were both panting and flushed, lust completely taking over their bodies - and Nami grinned ear to ear.

“Bed. Now.”

As he scrambled to comply with her orders, Nami had to chuckle. She had a feeling this was going to be a very long night.

“As promised,” Nami announced, setting the briefcase in front of Law. The doctor took it, popped the locks, and eyed the stacks of cash appreciatively. The rest of the crew gave the two of them wide-eyed, nervous glances.

“If nothing else, you are a woman of your word, Nami-ya,” he remarked, shutting the lid.

“I added a little extra in there too,” she commented, sauntering back over to her seat at the bar and snatching up the newspaper. “Reward for such good service.”

“I take it you were satisfied with the results, then.”

“Very satisfied. Weren’t we, Sanji?”

A strangled noise of embarrassment escaped the chef, and the tips of his ears went pink before he went back to furiously stirring scrambled eggs. Zoro groaned and stood up, grabbing his beer bottle before marching towards the door.

“I don’t even want to know what the fuck you three were doing.”

A look of confusion passed over Luffy’s face, but he shrugged and stretched over to grab Zoro’s breakfast. Who cared what they were talking about; more donuts for him!

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Sanji did not have the best fashion sense.

Nami loved her sweet idiot boyfriend - she really did - but he couldn’t dress casually but fashionably to save his life. She remembered all too vividly the time he called a white sweater, a striped tie loosely wrapped around his neck, green cargo shorts, and loafers with no socks an acceptable outfit.

But absolutely no one could deny the man knew his suits. 

It was how he got his epitaph - ‘Black Leg.’ It was his signature, his style. And damn it, if he didn’t wear them well. Nami loved all his suits - the white ones especially. Something about seeing the Black Leg in all white just made her go crazy.

But at the moment? The red one was a strong contender for number 1.

Nami never knew how much she needed to see Sanji in a red suit before she actually saw him - and seeing that well-tailored crimson flatter his broad shoulders and strain against his arms, the black undershirt and deep tones contrasting his honey hair and bright blue eyes gorgeously, that pop of brightness from the white tie… it was stunning.

And most of all… the gloves.

Nami had never thought of gloves as anything besides tools before - they were there so you didn’t get fingerprints on your goods in case you dropped them. (Hence why she never wore any.) But after Sanji showed up at Onigashima wearing that masterpiece, the idea of him wearing those gloves and nothing else couldn’t leave her head.

How would the fabric feel, running up and down her bare skin? Sanji had some of the most talented hands she’d ever found, and he’d made her come an embarrassing amount of times just using featherlight touches all over her body. But cloth might add an extra sensation, another level of pleasure to that experience. How warm would his hands be through the gloves? Would they still be burning up, setting patches of skin on fire as he grasped at anywhere he could reach? Or would the warmth be dulled, just a gentle heat while the pressure of his fingers on her body was the more intense pleasure? So many options, so many fantasies, all from two measly pieces of fabric.

He hadn’t worn the suit again since they’d left Wano, a fact which Nami mourned deeply. She was tempted to go digging through his closet to try and find them, and maybe have some fun with them on. Obviously she could just go out and buy a pair for herself, but that didn’t have the same appeal. These were gloves Sanji had worn, that had his mark and touch on them. And that made them worth so much more than anything she could get at a store.

But even she wasn’t that much of a degenerate (though she had her moments), so she shoved ideas of fabric-covered hands to the back of her mind, and went on with her life. 

Too bad she’d never been good at keeping her fantasies to herself.

She’d exhausted most of her options for entertaining herself: her tan was fine, the stretch of sea they were in had been charted, she was too exhausted to deal with Luffy, and Robin was off doing God knows what with Franky. Nami was bored. Bored and horny. And Sanji was off in the Mini Merry with Usopp on a fishing trip, so her only option to relieve herself was her own hand.

Thoughts of hands easily led to thoughts of Sanji’s hands - and it didn’t take long for Nami to start fantasizing about the gloves. And, well… Sanji wasn’t going to be back for a while…

It took a while to find them - his closet had almost as much in it as hers these days - but after digging through his accessories drawer for a minute, she finally found them. Pulling out the gloves with a triumphant sound, her core twisted with delight.

The same gloves he’d worn when fighting Queen. When he’d unlocked his genetic powers. When he proved he had grown into a powerful, strong, passionate man who could face anything and come out on the other side with a smile. Oh, and not to mention looked fucking sexy doing all of it.

She wasted no time pulling the gloves on and flopping onto the bed. They were a little big for her dainty hands, but horniness was a powerful drug and her imagination could make anything seem real enough. She’d already undressed down to her bra and panties, so she didn’t have to do anything but focus on her fantasies.

She dragged her hands down her body, over her sides, and reveled in the feeling of the fabric against bare skin. He’d taken good care of these - the cloth was soft and silky, a gentle slide that set her body on fire every time she moved her wrists. She could almost imagine it was him doing this - working his masterful hands over her body, twisting her nipples, cupping her tits and making them jiggle, and drawing desperate moans from her.

“What a naughty baby,” he hissed in her ear, digging his fingers into the curve of her ass, pulling her cheeks apart. “Digging through my closet, stealing my gloves to get yourself off. And all because of dirty little fantasies. You’re such a bad girl.”

“Yes, yes, fuck, I’m a bad girl, I’m your naughty little baby-” Nami couldn’t help but babble, flipping over onto her stomach. She shoved her face into the sheets, her ass in the air, trying to catch any remaining scent of him - god, she really was down bad, wasn’t she?

“Oh, so you wanna show yourself off now?” Sanji’s tone had such a cruel edge to it that made her head spin. “Just put yourself on display for anyone to see? I should just leave you like this, let everyone watch you be so shameless. Maybe I’ll even chain you to the bed so you can’t go anywhere. I doubt you’d complain, isn’t that right, baby girl?”

The idea of Sanji - normally so kind and sweet - being cruel and rough in bed did something unspeakable to Nami. She wanted him to be unrestrained, to just be a wild animal and fuck her into oblivion-

She shucked her panties off, already soaked through with precum. She’d have to be quick - there was no telling when Sanji and Usopp would be back, and the last thing she wanted was for him to see her this desperate - which meant no time for lube. Though… she had to admit, that wasn’t offputting.

Wasting no more time, she brought two fingers to her entrance, and with little fanfare, shoved them in up to the second knuckle. Any farther might’ve made her brain explode.

She’d had no idea what it would feel like when clothed fingers would be inside her - and now that she knew, she wasn’t sure she could ever have bare fingers in her ass again. The novelty of it - cool fabric surrounded on all sides by all-consuming warmth, pressing against the well-mapped cavern - and yet she still moved them in such a familiar way; every last piece of it was intoxicating.

The hand that wasn’t inside her worked over her clit furiously, already feeling the coil tightening in her belly. Snippets of fantasies flashed before her eyes, fleeting but potent and only speeding up the process. She could practically hear Sanji’s raggedy breaths behind her, as he watched her get herself off with his clothes on, his eyes boring into her, cloth rustling behind her and a contained, barely audible moan-

Nami’s head whipped around, and the second she saw Sanji standing in the doorframe, she came.

The moments of sheer bliss were quickly replaced by shock and a slight bit of mortification, and by the time she managed to prop herself up on her elbows, her mind was already going a thousand miles a minute trying to figure out how the hell she was going to explain this. She had to force herself to look at him.

And despite it all, all she could say was-

“I thought you and Usopp were fishing.”

“...ran into a Sea King. Took care of it, but he was too scared to keep fishing after that.”

“Oh,” Nami muttered intelligently. And now that she could focus a bit better… she couldn’t help but notice he was pitching an impressive tent.

“Those… those are my gloves.”

“Mhm,” she chuckled sheepishly, sitting up and crossing her legs in some half-hearted attempt to preserve her modesty. “It was… it was really hot when you wore them in Wano.”

Sanji tapped his fingers on the doorframe, eyes eating up all the bare skin she was showing off, as if he hadn’t seen it a thousand times before. After what felt like an eternity, he chuckled and crossed his arms, almost looking smug.

“Would it be hot if I wore them again right now?”

Nami wasn’t much of a believer in deities, but that kind of sentence - and all the fun that followed it - was the kind of thing that could make a woman believe in a higher power.

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Miss Nami was so hot. 

It wasn’t the first time Sanji had a crush on one of his teachers, but this was definitely the most potent. And who could blame him? She was sex personified - everything his perverted brain could ever want. Her shapely legs shown off in those clingy tights she always wore, her button up shirts always struggling to contain her cleavage, her orange locks always flawlessly styled, her tailored coats showing off the thin taper of her waist and flare of her hips… she was just every sexy teacher pinup rolled into one perfect human being.

Unfortunately for Sanji, he had spent a little too long admiring Miss Nami’s good looks, and not enough time paying attention to her lectures - which left him with a rather disappointing grade. And he needed this financial literacy credit to graduate, and he couldn’t play for the soccer team while his grade was this low. So… extra lessons with Miss Nami were mandatory.

Lucky him - extra lessons with her were… very different than previous classes he’d taken.

“Next question,” she murmured, turning the page in the textbook, her brown doe eyes firmly fixed on the paper. “What are three fundamentals in life you should pay for with cash?”

“College, your car, and if possible, your house.”

“Correct. Good job, Sanji. Next - what is the minimum amount of money you should keep in your savings account in case of emergencies?”

“500 dollars.”

“Perfect. You’re doing very well. Just a few more. Can you do that for me?”

Considering he had a vibrator up his ass, which buzzed deliciously every time he got an answer right, he wanted to. He really wanted to. He nodded eagerly, hoping his face didn’t betray just how desperate he felt. She gave him that damn smile that had him hooked - just the right mix of innocent and knowing, sweet and mischievous. Every time he saw that smile, he just couldn’t help but swoon.

“Good boy. Now… tell me. What is the golden rule of college loans?”

“Make-” 

He paused as he shifted his weight, the vibrator nudging his prostate in a way that had his head spinning. Miss Nami’s phone was on the desk, the app controls clearly visible on the screen. Watching her purposefully scroll that little bar up and down did something funny to his heart. But he had a question to answer, and a teacher to make proud.

“Make sure that your-your debt during college amounts to less than your starting salary in your chosen career field.”

“Very good, Sanji,” Miss Nami grinned, giving him a little clap. Then she tapped her phone screen.

Instantly the vibrator was dialed up way higher than it had been before, and Sanji couldn’t hold back a tiny little wanton moan. He gripped the edge of his seat, nails digging into the wood, trying to distract himself from the mind-numbing pleasure rocketing through his body. Miss Nami flipped through her answer key, glancing up at him with an innocent little stare.

“You know, Sanji… I don’t think I know what you’re wanting to do.”

He sucked in a breath, trying to concentrate long enough to answer her question. “C-cooking. I’m a Culinary Arts major. Gonna open my own restaurant some day.”

She raised her eyes, smiling. “Ambitious! I like it. I can see you succeeding for sure.”

He glanced up at her, confusion mixing with his arousal. “W-what?”

“You’re driven, Sanji. You’re passionate, you put a lot of hard work into your studies… you’re an amazing student. Financial literacy just might not be your strong suit.”

She stood up, circling around the desk and coming to sit on the edge in front of him. This close, he could see just how tight her jacket was, emphasizing every incredible curve she had… he could even smell her perfume lingering in the air.

“I’m not worried about that though,” she chuckled, reaching for her phone. “You’re a quick study. With the right motivation.”

The burst of vibrations punched through him, forcing a desperate gasp out of him, before it was instantly turned down to the lowest setting again. God, he was ten seconds away from ripping his clothes off and getting on his knees to beg for her, to have her any way he could. They didn’t even need to stay quiet - he’d come here at the tail end of her office hours and the door was locked, the likelihood of them being caught was pretty damn low - but he didn’t want to risk it. And even if there was no risk… it just turned him on more to feel like he was doing something so illicit, so forbidden.

Which… he was. If this was discovered, he could be kicked out of the university in seconds and Miss Nami would definitely lose her job. What if one of the other professors came by to talk with her, or another student would try and get some last minute help, or maybe-

“Sanji, focus,” Miss Nami’s voice cut through his thoughts, tapping the desk in front of her. “You’ve still got a few more questions to answer.”

He sucked in a breath, trying to clear his mind for just a moment - a task damn near impossible when faced with both the mind-numbing pleasure of the vibrator and Miss Nami was right in front of him - and shedding her jacket.

“I hope you don’t mind,” she purred, slinging the coat over the back of her chair. “Just wanted to get comfy. Just tell me if you’re not alright with it.”

Sanji was anything but not alright with it. Now he got treated to the sight of her shirt clinging to every inch of her skin, her buttons close to popping off with how tight it was across her boobs - and… he could see just a hint of a red lacy bra showing through the white fabric. He could feel a wet spot start to form on the front of his pants. 

Had she planned this, when he signed up for after-hours help from her yesterday? For a moment, he let himself dream - Miss Nami seeing that she would be meeting with him for a tutoring session, and deciding to wear something especially sexy for him? She’d brought the vibrator for him to put in, after all. That couldn’t be a coincidence, right? Maybe she was just as interested in him as he was in her?

God, he wished he was in her.

“Now then - what is one thing you should never get when signing up for a bank account?”

“O-overdraft protection. Fees are banks’ m–main source of income.”

“Good job.”

Then, as if he couldn’t get any harder, Miss Nami huffed and fanned her face, looking around the lecture hall innocently. 

“Good lord, it’s hot in here. I might need to talk to maintenance, see if something’s wrong with the AC.”

In response to the sudden “heat” in the room, she unbuttoned the first few buttons of her shirt and the divide of her cleavage was instantly seen. Fuck, this woman was a walking wet dream. How was he supposed to concentrate on boring financial shit when the main object of his fantasies over the last few months was undressing in front of him - and controlling the vibrator that had this damn close to coming untouched. God, how would it look if she was the one with the vibrator, trembling and that silky voice crying out for relief?

“Sanji?”

Her voice shot through the aroused fog in his brain, and Sanji sat up straighter, doing his best like he wasn’t blatantly imagining fucking his teacher on her desk. “Y-Yes?”

“I asked you a question.”

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t- I didn’t hear-”

“Don’t worry,” she interrupted him, giggling under her breath. “We’ve been here a while anyways - I think this was a very effective study session for you. I have a feeling you’ll be doing a lot better on the test next week.”

Sure - if he didn’t spend the entire class period daydreaming about today.

“Besides, I think you’ve earned yourself a break. How about we wrap this up?”

The words had barely left her mouth before Sanji was scrambling to undo his pants, shoving them and his boxers down in the same movement. His cock sprang free, weeping and an angry red at the tip. He glanced up to make sure he had her permission - and the devilish smile on her face made his mouth dry up. She nodded before reaching for her phone.

One, two, three strokes, the glide of his hand made easy by all the precum - and the gut punch of the vibrator being cranked up to its highest setting; he came the hardest and loudest he ever had in his life. Once the volcano of cum had finally stopped erupting, he collapsed in the chair, his head a blissful mess. And even through that delicious fog, he still managed to catch Miss Nami chuckling, eyeing him up like a fresh piece of meat.

“So, Mr. Vinsmoke. Same time tomorrow?”

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It was big. Thick and long and girthy in a way that made Sanji’s stomach clench with a mixture of excitement and fear. Definitely more than he himself was packing, and bigger than anything he’d taken before. The idea of all that inside him had his head spinning.

Nami’s eyes on him definitely didn’t help.

“Getting shy already, baby boy?” She purred, leaning forward in her seat. The armchair in their room faced the end of the bed, giving her a perfect view of the show. Next to her on the table laid the small box of sex toys she’d fished the dildo out of. She was still fully clothed, a striking contrast to Sanji’s full nudity. He felt obscene, like he was a toy in a window - on display for all to see.

He liked it.

“You were so eager to do this, to give mommy a show,” Nami chuckled, her eyes darkened with lust. “And now that you’re finally on stage, you’re freezing up?”

“I… I’ve never…” he muttered, eyeing the dildo nervously. 

“Never what?”

“Never… taken anything that… that big.”

Nami laughed, folding her arms over her chest. “As if that’s going to stop you. Look at you. You’re already drooling for it. Just dripping wet for a big cock stuffed up your ass.”

Her words had such a cruel bite, but falling from her lips, they felt sweet as honey. And it wasn’t like he could deny it - he was rock hard, his body betraying the want rushing through his system. And something about how mean she was being just made him even harder. Sucking in a deep breath, he adjusted himself, making sure he was still giving her the best view possible.

He’d hate to disappoint his mommy.

He leaned back on the bed, his legs trembling as they fell open, exposing all his most private flesh to Nami’s hungry eyes. He could hear her sigh appreciatively at the sight. Fumbling around to find the lube bottle, he drizzled the cold fluid on his fingers and wasted no time bringing them up to his entrance. Just before he managed to get them inside though, Nami’s voice cut through the air again.

“Slowly,” she commanded. “You don’t want to hurt yourself on that big cock, do you baby?”

He sort of did - the idea of the burn rushing through him, making it hard for him to even walk the next morning had him reeling with delight - but this wasn’t just for his pleasure. It was for hers. She was in charge, and disobeying meant harsh punishment.

Truth be told, he didn’t mind getting punished by her. Not today though. He wanted to be a good boy for her today.

Sanji readjusted himself, getting more comfortable, before returning to his spasming entrance. This time, he took it slower, brushing along his rim and barely teasing open the tight ring of muscle. Every nerve in his body told him to just prep himself properly - or better yet, just forget the prep and shove that dildo up his ass in one long stroke - but his brain still had enough blood in it to properly follow orders. 

Just dipping the tips of his fingers past his entrance, he squeezed his eyes shut and let out a raggedy breath. The stimulation, minor as it was, felt so good - to the point he felt like he might die if he didn’t get any more. And he knew how much she liked that - having him desperate and pleading, wanting more but so eager to please her that he’d do anything she’d say. Having that kind of power over him made them both euphoric.

After what felt like an eternity of teasing himself, Nami finally chuckled to herself. “I think that’s enough, baby boy. Go ahead and grab it.”

He chanced another glanced at the dildo. God, it was big, and anything past his first inch or so hadn’t been prepped at all. But he had his orders, and besides - the prospect of the pain was far from off-putting. He fumbled for the toy, his arms shaking, and pressed the tip up against his entrance.

“I didn’t say you could put it in, yet.”

The rustling of fabric got his attention, and Sanji propped himself up on his elbows. Nami wasn’t quite as unaffected as she sounded - her cheeks were flushed and she had one hand down her shorts, seemingly stroking herself, or maybe - and he reeled from the thought - fingering herself to his pace. Her free hand rested on the arm of her chair, her nails digging into the soft leather.

“Just have to grab a little something for myself, baby boy.”

She reached for the box next to her and, making full eye contact with him, pulled out a dildo very similar in size to the one he was gripping. Sanji thought he might burn up into oblivion at the sight. As she slathered it in lube, it took every last ounce of self control in him to not just shove his in - but the anticipation thrumming through his veins was stronger than his impulses.

She shucked her shorts down and tossed them off with little care for where they landed, raising her own implement to her folds. She glanced at him one last time and grinned.

“Go ahead, baby.”

Shoving it in in one fell swoop might’ve been a bad idea in the long run, but fuck, Sanji couldn’t bring himself to care. The burn was delicious - like the bite of spice in his throat, the searing of flames licking at his feet, the shot of heat through his system every time he caught a glimpse of his beloved. Fire had always been his ally, and the one consuming his body was no exception.

Just barely managing to keep a hold on the base, he started pulling it back out, torturously slow so he could feel every little slide against his walls. He tried his best to mimic Nami whenever she was fucking him - brutal on the way in, slow and teasing going out. For a moment, he could almost feel her over him, ready to drill him into next week.

He chanced a peek over to her, and instantly regretted it. She’d put her dildo in as well, and was fucking herself in rhythm with him. Her eyes were boring into him with an intensity he’d never thought possible, fixed on the silicone disappearing into his entrance. She looked ravenous, eyeing him up the way Luffy looked at a fresh piece of meat. Well… it was his job to satisfy hunger, wasn’t it?

Who was he to not oblige her?

Finally letting himself lay back, he lifted his legs and gripped the back of one of his thighs with his free hand, giving Nami a clear view of all his most private flesh, before reangling the dildo to ram his prostate every time he shoved it in - which he did so as soon as he was in position. With blood rushing in his ears and his body soaked in sweat, he indulged himself in as much pleasure as he could manage while in such a vulnerable state. They could be under attack right now and he wouldn‘t notice or care - how could he, when everything felt so good?

“What a good boy,” Nami gasped, her eyes locked on him. “Close, aren’t you?”

He was, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could last while she was looking at him like that. He hadn’t even been touched yet, and he really wanted to keep going, if just to extend her own pleasure, he’d promised himself he would wait for her to come before he jerked himself off, God his cock was so hard it was starting to hurt-

“What are you waiting for then? Go on - be a good boy. Make yourself come.”

“I c- I can’t-”

“Why not? You wanna, don't you?”

He nodded furiously, his face burning up as he pumped the dildo in and out of himself. “I- y-you- you need to-”

“Ah.” Even flushed and panting with arousal, Nami still sounded shockingly composed. “Waiting for me, baby? What a gentleman.”

Her teasing just made him more embarrassed - her pleasure was more important than his, of course he wanted to wait for her to come first! It wouldn’t take much for him to come anyway, and the last thing he wanted to do was disappoint her-

“You know you can make yourself feel good, right?”

That stunned him. All the sudden, her tone was so much softer, kinder. Sanji looked up to find her smiling radiantly - his heart damn near stopped. Nami managed to stand, with some difficulty, and waddled over to him, perching herself on the edge of the bed.

“Go ahead, hon. You can cum. I promise.”

In the end, the arousal bursting through his system managed to overcome his doubts, and he wrapped his free hand around his cock. It only took a few pumps, in tandem with him shoving the dildo in up to its hilt, for him to be spilling all over the bedding.

As the bliss in his head began to fade, he faintly registered that Nami was trembling like a leaf, close to sliding off the bed. She must’ve been stroking herself too. He reached out, childishly grabbing for her waist to get snuggles. 

It wasn’t until they woke up a few hours later, wrapped up in each others’ arms, that they remembered that neither of them had taken out their dildos.

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Slamming back her third drink of the night, Nami let out an exaggerated sigh. This night had not gone to plan.

Being a Straw Hat meant putting up with bullshit day in, day out. She knew this. But at this point, it was just absurd. Never mind Luffy’s usual antics, Zoro had gotten into a street brawl, and Usopp had to capitalize on it with announcements of the “strongest swordsman from the East Blue” and “fight him if you dare.” Which had led to a massive riot. And now she just wanted a goddamn drink and a nice night, and she couldn’t even have that. 

“C’mon, beautiful,” the asshole chuckled, leaning over her and shoving his disgusting scent in her face. “A pretty face like you shouldn’t be in a joint like this. Let’s get out of here and I can show you a real good time.”

“I was having a good time before you got here,” she replied nonchalantly, wiping a couple drops of whiskey from around her lips. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to go back to that. So fuck off.”

“You don’t gotta be like that, gorgeous. I’m lots of fun. You just gotta let me show you.”

“No means no, asshole,” she snapped, flagging down the bartender for another whiskey. “You’re not changing my mind.”

Miffed, Fuckface McGee scoffed and stomped away with an exaggerated huff, muttering something about ‘lesbian bitches’ under his breath. Why couldn’t Zoro have gotten into a fight with him? He at least would’ve deserved it.

While the bartender poured her another whiskey, she felt another presence sidle up beside her. This one had a nice sandalwood and pine scent, but fancy cologne wasn’t going to change her mind. She groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“You know, when I’ve got a bunch of dicks in my face, it’s usually going to be a good night.”

“I’m hoping I can make it a better one.”

She glanced up to tell the dickwad off - and the words died in her throat.

He was handsome - like, really handsome. All long legs and thick thighs, broad shoulders and tanned skin, wrapped up in a sinfully tight collared shirt and slacks that showed off his phenomenal assets. She was almost jealous. Not to mention his neatly trimmed goatee, or his honey blond hair covering one of his eyes - a shame, really. The visible one was a stunning ocean blue, bright and clever. Nami felt something warm stir in her belly.

Still, a pretty face didn’t mean she had to be interested - so she decided to see if the guy could keep her attention. She shrugged and took a long swig, relishing the burn singeing her throat.

“What makes you think you’re any different than the other jerk offs here?”

“I do my best to respect a lady,” he grinned at her, winking. He had a nice smile.

He sat down next to her, but scooted the barstool away enough to give her some breathing room. He dragged an ashtray over to himself and pulled out a box of cigarettes, offering it to her. “Smoke?”

She raised her hand, shaking her head. “Only after sex.”

He chuckled, digging in his pockets for a lighter. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Don’t get your hopes up. You haven’t convinced me yet.”

He didn’t respond, simply shrugged and pulled out his lighter - a fancy gold one. After lighting up, he let out a long tendril of smoke from his lips, and glanced back over to Nami. The weight of his gaze on her was intense, but not entirely unpleasant.

“Just passing through?” He asked, tapping some ash out.

Fine, she’d indulge him - for now. “Crew needed shore leave. Getting antsy all cooped up on the ship. Big mistake.”

He raised an eyebrow at her. “Mistake letting them get a break?”

“First mate started a fight that nearly wrecked half the damn town.”

He snickered under his breath, covering his mouth with one hand. “That moss-haired idiot was your first mate?”

“Mhm,” Nami sighed, tracing her finger along the rim of her glass. “I have half a mind to leave him behind. His sense of direction’s so bad, he’s gotten lost going in straight lines before. Only things he’s good at are fighting, sleeping, and cleaning out our booze stock in a day.”

The handsome stranger laughed - a clear, pleasant sound - and shook his head, grinning. “Got your work cut out for you with that one?”

“You have no idea,” Nami rolled her eyes. Glancing back at him, she had to admit, she was curious. “What about you? Another passerby?”

He nodded, taking another long drag off his cigarette. “Docked to restock on groceries. Figured I’d snag a drink while I was at it.” He leaned a bit closer to Nami, as if they were sharing an inside joke. “What I didn’t expect is that I’d find such lovely company while I was at it though.”

Nami had to admit - she returned the sentiment. Given the way her evening had been going,  she’d expected nothing but shitty alcohol and shitty bargoers, and while the alcohol was shitty… the company wasn’t half bad. Clean and well-groomed, decently charming, handsome, a phenomenal body to boot? None of those things could be said for anyone else in here. Maybe it was just the whiskey, but she was almost having fun.

Though, looking at him, smoke pouring out of his mouth, eyes lidded and seductive… she had the urge to make this a lot more fun for the both of them. 

“Alright then, mister…”

“Prince.”

She cocked a teasing eyebrow at him. “As in your name is Prince or it’s your title?”

“Just my name,” he assured her with a wink and a grin. “But it can be whatever you’d like it to be.”

Fuck it. Let it be known that Cat Burglar Nami never did anything half-assed.

“Never met a prince before,” she commented, tracing her finger along the rim of her glass. “In name or in title.”

She leaned in close, her lips brushing against the shell of his ear. He sucked in an audible breath at the fleeting contact.

“Always wondered what it would be like to sleep with one,” she whispered, her words barely audible over the clamor of the rest of the bar.

His grin could’ve blinded the sun.

A filthy motel near the docks wasn’t Nami’s ideal hookup spot (God knew what kind of filth the last visitors brought in), but she wasn’t about to bring a stranger back to the ship - so it would have to do.

And admittedly, she was having a hard time thinking about dirt when said stranger was ramming into her ass from the back at a dizzying pace, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises.

They didn’t say much to each other beyond the occasional “yes” and “faster, faster” - and of course, Nami’s wanton moans. Not much needed to be said - in an hour at most, they’d go their separate ways and forget all about each other by the morning. Why waste words on someone you would forget in a few hours?

Nami had to admit though, this had to be one of the better one night stands she’d ever had. She’d balked a bit when he shed his trousers - he had been surprisingly humble considering what he was packing. But he wasn’t lazy about it either - this stranger was good. His thrusts were measured and intense, striking her sweet spot on every other thrust, and he put his hands to work feeling up her body, massaging and pinching every inch of bare skin he could get at. 

She’d always prided herself on her stamina, but his efforts made her hurtle to the edge faster than she would’ve liked. She opened her mouth, trying to give him some kind of warning before she came - then all the sudden, he pulled out of her and flipped her over so she was staring at him in the face. Those stunning blue eyes were wild with desire, sweat coating his body and giving his toned muscles a sheen that glittered in the faint candlelight - and Nami couldn’t hold herself back anymore.

As she rode out her high, her hips spasming on the creaky old bed, she realized her tits and belly were suddenly wet. He must’ve jerked himself off to come all over her. Vaguely, she thought it should be disgusting, especially given the conditions they were in, but she was in so much bliss, she couldn’t bring herself to care for the time being.

Sanji collapsed next to her, one hand over his eyes and a dreamy smile on his face. “Holy fuck.”

Nami giggled, brushing his damp-with-sweat hair away from his face. “I don’t think anything about that was holy, babe.”

“Can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m glad that idiot got himself in trouble. Fuck.”

“So, Zoro being an idiot gives us a better sex life? Guess you’ll have to fight with him more often.”

Sanji looked elated. “I can kick his ass and we’ll fuck like that after?!” He sounded like a kid on Christmas morning.

“Calm down,” Nami chuckled, laying down next to him. “Just cause that put us in the mood to blow off some steam does not give you the right to antagonize him.”

She snuggled a bit closer to him, their mess of sweat and cum still drying on her body. Sanji wasted no time scooping her into his arms for post hard-fuck cuddles, despite their gross conditions. Nami made a mental note to take an extra long shower when they got back to the Sunny.

“I forgot how sexy it is when you call yourself Mr. Prince,” she mumbled, burying her head in his shoulder. “You should do that more often.”

They stayed like that for a moment longer before Sanji shifted, reaching over to the rickety nightstand next to the bed. Nami looked up to see him offering his pack of cigarettes and his lighter to her. She burst out laughing.

“Really?”

“Thought we should follow through on that part.”

She slipped one of the cigarettes out and stuck it between her lips. Sanji flicked the lighter open, the flame casting gorgeous orange light on his face, and held it up to the little stick of tobacco. Once hers was lit, they traded. As earthy smoke filled the room and a comfortable silence fell between them, Nami plucked his from his mouth and gave Sanji a long, slow kiss.

She did like cigarettes after sex. But she liked tasting the smoke on Sanji’s tongue more.

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She was going to be the end of him.

Nami was sexy as all hell - everyone knew that. She was sexy in anything she put on, and especially when she didn’t have anything on at all; Sanji knew that especially well. But this was just overkill - and if this was how he died, it’d be as a happy man.

And it was all because of that damn purple dress.

It was his favorite, had been ever since he’d seen for the first time on that glorious day in Zou, and she knew it. And who could blame him! It was the epitome of a wet dream dress: that deep V cut, showing off her glorious cleavage. The beads draped over her shoulders and across her head, giving her an angel’s halo. The strings stitching up the side, making it clear there was nothing underneath that lilac satin… god, just thinking about it made his balls ache with desire.

So, finding her in front of the mirror with it on, with the back half hiked up just enough to get a glimpse of the bare curve of her ass… may Roger help him.

Glancing over, she gave him a teasing little smirk - oh, she knew exactly what she was doing. “Hey, love. Was just trying on some old outfits. Y’know, making sure they still fit. What do you think about this one?”

He thought his cock had never gotten harder faster in his life.

She turned around and ran a hand over her ass, seemingly examining how it looked in the mirror. “I dunno, I think I might’ve gained some weight. My ass looks really big in this… my tits too.”

To emphasize her point, she cupped one of her breasts in one hand, squeezing it ever so slightly. The fat spilled out between her fingers, and it bounced as she let go of it, the dress straining to keep it contained… The only reason Sanji hadn’t gotten a nosebleed yet was because he didn’t have any blood left in his head.

His feet moved without him commanding them, and his hands were wrapped around her waist before he knew it. He squeezed her gently, feeling her abs flex under the fabric. Her belly felt slightly softer, more squishy - maybe she had gained weight. Either way, all that was on his mind was making her feel as beautiful as she looked.

She didn’t protest as he spun her around his arms, before sweeping her into a warm kiss. She opened up eagerly as he swiped his tongue over his lips, letting him explore the well-mapped cavern of her mouth. 

Sanji’s hands dived down to grip her thighs and hoist her up, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist. Keeping a firm grip on her and not daring to break the kiss even to breathe, they stumbled together blindly until Nami’s back hit the wall behind the mirror.

Silently thanking the Kamabakka Kingdom (something he never thought he’d do) for helping him put on so much arm muscle, he hoisted her up even higher until her thighs rested on his shoulders and he was eye-height with his favorite place in the world. She was already wet, the warm slick depths of her hole just begging for his tongue.

He’d never been able to say no to any part of Nami, but especially not this one.

The angle was a bit awkward, but Nami was unfairly flexible and this wasn’t their first time in this position. It wasn’t long before he was licking and kissing her, occasionally forming his tongue into a point and diving in a bit deeper, just enough to make her whimper with excitement. Her fingers clenched in his hair, the slight sting helping to keep him grounded (and remember not to drop her).

“Yes- oh god, yes, right there,” Nami gasped, trying to push Sanji’s face deeper into her warmth. “Just like that, babe-”

Loyal servant that he was, he eagerly obeyed her request, swirling his tongue around that spot in just the way he knew she liked, and he was rewarded with more fluid rushing out of her and dribbling down his chin, despite his attempts to lick it all up.

“Fuck!” She cried out above him. “Hah, shit- guess all t-that taste testing has been good for something, huh?”

Indeed it had, and he wasted no time putting his skills to good use. Already he could feel her turning to putty in his arms - she’d always been especially weak for him using his mouth on her. Sweat was dripping down her belly, occasionally plopping onto his nose. If his mouth wasn’t busy, he would’ve smirked.

Then he got the bright idea to bring the hand that wasn’t gripping her waist to her other hole.

“FUCK!” Nami screamed when he drifted his fingers over her furled opening, arching her back enough to make her head slam into the wall. For a second, Sanji pulled off to check if she was ok - before she practically dragged his face back onto her clit.

“I swear to God, Sanji, if you don’t keep doing that, I won’t be responsible for the consequences-”

Well, he was nothing if not obedient.

By the time his arms were too tired to keep going like this, Nami was already on the brink of coming. She was dripping onto the floor, her face as red as her hair, her pupils blown so wide that her eyes looked like molten mocha. Sanji wanted to fall into them and never come out. Despite her previous threat, he had to pull off to grin up at her desperate expression.

“Was this what you had in mind, love?”

“Sanji, Sanji, bed, bed-”

As usual, she had an excellent idea. Despite his muscles’ exhaustion, he managed to keep hold of her just long enough to pull her away from the wall and spin towards the inviting comfort of their bed. 

She bounced a bit as she toppled onto the mattress, her tits jiggling as she did, and even if his mouth was sore and numb, Sanji couldn’t help but want a taste of those inviting mounds. He prowled his way up her body, the fabric of her dress catching and riding up around him as he crawled, and by the time he was eye to eye with her breast, she’d started tugging the neckline even lower to give him access to her nipples.

But before he went to town on them, he went just a bit higher and dragged his lips over her pulse point, feeling it flutter like a hummingbird, rapid and flighty, but oh so intense.

“You still want me, baby?” His voice was a growl, hot air over her sensitive skin making her erupt in goosebumps. 

“Yes, goddammit, how many times-”

“How do you want me?”

“I don’t care, I don’t fucking care, just do something-”

He wouldn’t just do something. He’d do anything and everything he could to make her come. Still, she hadn’t answered the question yet, so… he’d just have to take a couple liberties.

Instead of diving into her chest like he desperately wanted to, he sat up and started ripping his tie off. Nami’s confused expression quickly turned into elation when he reached for her arms and brought her wrists together, kissing her knuckles as he did.

“This ok?”

“Yes,” Nami breathed out, her smile ear to ear.

He took his time wrapping her hands up, careful not to make it too uncomfortable or tight, but just enough to keep her in place while he went to work. By the time her arms were immobilized above her head, his cock was damn near busting out of his zip, and she didn’t seem to be much better off. He didn’t waste any more time - with one last chaste kiss on her lips, he finally dove face first into that perfect cleavage. 

He had to take a moment to just breathe in that perfect mix of sweat and sex, blending into the best smell he’d ever had the pleasure of knowing. Then, he took one breast in hand, massaging it insistently between his fingers, and laved attention on her other nipple with his tongue.  Every movement pulled delicious moans from her lips, her body tensing and writhing under him as she took one, two, three more pinches on her tits before her cum was rushing out of her body.

Sanji took a moment to admire his work - very few things were as pleasing to the eye as a fucked-out Nami - before reaching up to start undoing their makeshift restraints. 

“You knew exactly what you were doing, you little devil,” he chuckled, pressing another kiss to her temple. “You know I can’t resist you in that dress.”

“Why do you think I wore it?”

Despite the very apparent problem in his pants, he had to make sure he hadn’t been too rough before they could think about getting him off, and he scanned her for any sign of discomfort or lasting damage. When he found none, he gave her a salacious grin and nodded approvingly, threading his fingers through her hair.

“Guess I’ll have to return the favor soon.”

“Oh?” Nami peeked up at him through lowered lashes. “And how do you plan to do that?”

“Well… I know how much you love that red suit.”

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Nami’s body was perfection incarnate. She knew it, Sanji knew it, anyone with working eyes knew it. There was nothing to be ashamed about, and Nami had no problem showing it off anytime she wanted. And Sanji had no problem showing just how much he loved every inch of her form.

But there was a problem with Sanji’s ways of showing his love. He had several: mind-blowing sex, warm cuddles, kisses anywhere his lips could reach, dramatic public declarations of love that set Nami’s face on fire, the works. And one of his particular favorites was, of course, cooking. It was what he was best at, and he put love into every dish he made. That love showed in both quality and quantity.

And his tangerine ice cream was to die for. And since Nami was not the most active member on the crew…

Her good genetics had come in handy with the weight going mostly to her boobs and ass, but they couldn’t save everything and her thighs had to suffer for it. Credit where credit was due - they were still smooth and decently shapely. But the gap between them had shrunken and now they wobbled ever so slightly whenever she walked.

Pinching the rounded flesh, Nami chewed her lip nervously. All things considered, it wasn’t bad, far from anything world-ending. She was still her bombshell self. But the jiggle they had as she shifted her weight made something uncomfy twist in her stomach. She wasn’t used to being insecure about how she looked. She didn’t like it.

Standing in front of the mirror in just her underwear, she surveyed the damage nervously, running her hands up and down her own body. Her boobs were just barely spilling over the top of her bra, her hips looked slightly pinched by her panties, and everything just felt wrong. Was she just overthinking, or was her belly squishier too? She couldn’t be getting-

A pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her backwards in a warm hug. She wasn’t sure whether to feel mortified or relieved.

“If I didn’t know better,” Sanji murmured, kissing the top of her head. “I’d say you’re trying to pull another seduction trick on me.”

She giggled nervously, trying desperately to keep her nerves hidden. “Whatever gave you that idea?”

“You just did this last month. With the purple dress, remember?”

She did. She’d teased him by saying she thought she’d gained weight and that his favorite purple dress was a bit tighter on her. Irony at its finest.

“Not this time, baby,” she sighed, subconsciously sucking in. Not that it mattered. Observation was literally his specialty, there was no way in hell he hadn’t noticed.

He ran his hands over her belly, her muscles tensing under his touch. A few kisses were left on the top of her head, his warmth pressed against her bare skin. Still, she couldn’t tell if he was just being nice, or genuinely appreciative of how she looked now.

“I can hear you thinking from here,” he murmured in her ear, flush against her back now. “C’mon hon - talk to me?”

And when he asked like that - so sweet and hopeful, the cutest little request in the world - god, how could she even try to resist it?

“Do… Do you think I look fat?”

He was quiet for a moment, fingers dancing over her hips. His eyes, thoughtful, considerate, were examining her in the mirror, his gaze boring a hole into her soul. She felt like her body could burn up at any moment with his attention on her like this.

“What do you want me to say?”

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” she groaned, averting her eyes. “Just say I look fat.”

“If you want me to say that, I will.”

“What- no, I don’t want you to say that, but it’s true, isn’t it?!”

“I will tell you everything you want to hear, love,” he whispered in her ear, his hot breath ghosting over the shell of her ear. “If you want me to tell you the truth, I will. You want me to lie to you? I can do that too. Whatever you want of me, I’ll do it. Just say what you want.”

…even after all this time of knowing him, Nami could never understand how he always managed to leave her so defenseless and yet feeling so safe. And all this over her stupid fucking thighs. He truly was one in a billion.

“I… I want you to tell me the truth.”

“I don’t think you look fat,” he immediately responded, his thumbs digging into the plushness of her hips. “I think you look a little chubbier than usual, and… I think it’s a good look for you.”

…Well.

“You… you think it looks good?” Nami couldn’t disguise the incredulity in her voice.

“I do. I think you look cute like this. Besides, a bit of squish never hurt anyone.”

As if to prove his point, he ran his hands over the chubbier part of her belly, rolling the warm fat around under his fingers like dough - Nami couldn’t help but giggle. And she couldn’t deny… it felt nice. Not just his touch on her sensitive skin (though that was always a delight), but also just the way her body felt as he played with it. The way it gave under his fingers, sending electric shocks up her spine, watching it fill out to the original shape when he moved to give a new area attention - something about this worship of all her chunkiest parts had her panting for more.

“Sanji,” she whined, squirming as he gave her nipple a little twist through her bra. “What are you-”

“I told you… I think you look good like this.” The breathiness in his voice almost made Nami swoon. “I want to show you just how good I think you look.”

Proving his point, he slid his hand in between her thighs, appreciatively massaging the wobbly, squishy flesh. She could feel his arousal pressing into her, only the thin layers of her underwear and his slacks to separate them, as he ran two of his fingers over the heat where she wanted it so desperately. 

“Fuck-” she gasped, grinding her ass back into him. “Should-should’ve known you’d be into this.”

“Hm?” Sanji seemed otherwise occupied with shuffling her legs a bit further apart to give himself better access. “I don’t know what you mean, hon.”

“F-fat girls,” Nami chuckled, even as she struggled to stay upright. “Figures that a chef likes t-to see the fruit of his labors. You trying to fatten me up on purpose, baby?”

He didn’t answer for a moment, busy taking his belt off and throwing it to the side, but Nami could see in the mirror’s reflection that he was smiling all too knowingly for her liking.

“I’ll admit, I have worried about how little was on your bones,” he murmured, yanking open his fly. “You were so skinny when we met - so underfed. Hadn’t had a solid meal for days, I would’ve guessed. I wanted to help you get to a healthier weight.”

Nami couldn’t respond to that, not when she was able to drink in the sight of his newly revealed cock, but she couldn’t say it surprised her that much. A chef who liked people getting fat - a combination as old as power and wealth. She was surprised she hadn’t realized it sooner. She started shuffling her panties down - before Sanji gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze.

“Not today, love. Or at least, not yet,” he murmured.

He pushed her legs just a bit farther apart, enough that a thigh gap was finally visible, and took himself in hand. After a few moments of slicking up his hand with his own precum, Nami left shaking with anticipation, he returned to stroking his now wet fingers over the fatty tissue of her legs.

“What are you-”

“I want to show you just how much I love this new body.”

And with that cryptic statement, deeming her legs appropriately slick, he thrusted forward and slid his cock right at home between her thighs. It was mind-numbing - without the need for a condom, the searing heat and smooth slide of him was completely exposed, and Nami’s head spun. His thrusts were gentle, the kisses he peppered on her shoulders sweet, and she just had to reach up and reach for his cheek to try and return the favor. 

The sight of them in the mirror was almost too much to bear. She could see the angry, weeping head of his cock poking out from between the smooth folds, her face flushed and sweaty, and his face was almost ethereal. 

Sanji liked calling her a goddess… It was him who looked divine. And by the time he came, his spend dripping down her legs and mixing with hers, any misgivings about herself vanished. The electricity in the air vanished, leaving a pleasant afterglow that seeped into Nami’s very bones.

Later, when they were relaxed in the bath, Nami laid comfortably between Sanji’s legs and her head resting on his chest, she nosed into the layer of blond hair that dusted his pecs. In the very back of her exhausted mind, she had to wonder how such a comforting, brilliant, kind man was able to lift her up so much, and yet thought so little of himself.

She hoped that soon enough, she’d repay the favor.

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Sanji tended to be self-conscious about his performance in bed.

He was hardly the most experienced man in the world, and now that he was dating the woman of his dreams - who just so happened to have a lot more experience than he did - he was scared of fucking everything up. He did his best; really, he did! Always prioritizing her pleasure over his, making sure she was comfortable and happy the whole way through, and working to expand his repertoire every chance he got. (He was glad Chopper had never found out why exactly he’d borrowed one of his anatomy textbooks.) And as of yet, Nami never complained - quite the opposite, in fact.

But all of that could do nothing for him when he found himself… like this.

Already having blown his load when Nami had just barely gotten seated on his cock.

His face burned with shame, and not the good kind. She was looking down, seemingly shocked at how fast he’d come, and he could barely handle the embarrassment. He would’ve liked to say that they’d built this up with a bunch of foreplay and edging, and he just couldn’t take it anymore when they got to the main event, but he didn’t even have that excuse. They’d barely been at this for five minutes - riled up and gripped by adrenaline after an intense fight with the Marines.

“Already?” Nami asked incredulously, squeezing around him almost in confirmation. He sucked in a sharp breath at the sensitive touch, but he couldn’t say anything. The post orgasm bliss was giving way to post nut clarity, and the subsequent guilt made facing more asshole Marines a pleasant prospect. He wondered if that ship was still within skywalking distance. 

He didn’t know what to do. His hands were just resting awkwardly at his sides, his cock was starting to soften inside her, and he felt like he was on fire. He just wanted to burn up and disappear, how the hell was he so pathetic-

She clenched around him again, making him see stars. A groan was ripped from his chest, almost making him forget just how embarrassed he was. Nami broke into a grin.

“What a bad boy - coming before we can even really get started.”

She dragged her hands up his chest, tweaking his nipples and squeezing his tits harshly. He grunted, chewing his lip nervously. He wasn’t sure what the hell was going on - why wasn’t she mad at him? Hell, why did she sound pleased? He couldn’t even fuck her properly, not at least for another few-

“Don’t have any restraint, baby? Just so horny and desperate you blow your load the second you get inside me?”

She rose up, and for a moment Sanji thought she was getting off of him - then she slammed back down on him, his slightly soft cock directly nailing her sweet spot, and she let out a long, deep moan. Sanji’s muscles spasmed, the blinding pleasure whiting his vision out for a second. He latched onto her hips, trying to keep her in place and catch his breath for a moment, but Nami was a woman on a mission, and that mission was to come - even if that came at the expense of Sanji’s sanity.

“Na-nam-Nami-” He gasped as Nami rose back up, trying desperately to hold her back. “Wait, I can’t- That feels-”

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Her hips met his again as his cock, getting hard again at a deliriously fast pace, rammed into her. “Nice to get a taste of your own medicine, huh baby?”

He was so lightheaded, he barely registered what she was saying. What the hell did she mean, “taste of his own medicine?” He didn’t-

“This is what you do to me,” she hissed in his ear, clenching impossibly tighter around him. He was starting to feel lightheaded with how good it felt, and the prickles of too much contact, her insistence giving him no quarter and no relief. “All those times you eat me out before getting up in the morning? And I have to walk around like nothing’s happened, trying not to let anyone know, while all I can feel is my cum trapped inside my panties?”

“Or how about when you suck on my tits when we’re in the hot tub together? The time I couldn’t even put my bikini top on because of how fucking tender my boobs were? We had to sneak me out in a towel so nobody saw them, remember?”

Sanji groaned when she paused, her hips just above his, and reached behind herself, trying to get a hand on the base of his cock. He was fully hard again already, his lack of a refractory period making itself known. He could still feel the remnants of his first orgasm leaking out of her, making the slide so much easier, and spilling all over their sheets. The stench of cum, sweat, and sex was going to be permanently stained into their bedding at this rate - Sanji couldn’t find it in him to complain. Partially because he barely had any blood left in his brain.

“This is what that feels like. This is how it feels to be so fucking sensitive that you wanna die. Thought I’d let you try it on for size. How’s it feel, baby?”

It felt like he was going to implode with how fucking mind-blowing this was.

“Imagine if we went all night like this,” she continued, starting to ramble. “You never pull out, not even to get in a new position - I just keep milking you for all you’re worth. And when you finally run dry, we fall asleep and you’re still inside me, so we don’t have to do anything for tomorrow morning. You can just fuck me all you want, day and night - don’t need anything else, just need you- all fucking night-”

Her tits jiggled harshly as she bounced, fingernails digging into his skin, and Sanji could only tear his eyes away when he caught sight of her face. She looked angelic - her cheeks flushed and blotchy red, tears starting to squeak through her eyelids and catching on her lashes, sweat dripping down her forehead - Sanji could hardly believe she was real. 

Finally managing to get his wits about him for a split second, and wanting to give as good as he was getting, he drove his hips up to meet her, bottoming out as she did. Nami fucking howled and threw her head back, her face filled with ecstasy. With her neck now exposed, he lunged forward and latched onto the sensitive skin with his teeth, sucking a dark mark onto her pulse point before soothing the bruise with his tongue. 

It didn’t take much more for her to come apart, trembling in his hands as she shot into the stratosphere. Unable to hold herself up or keep her rhythm anymore, she sank down fully onto him and that was the end of him - the heat surrounding him combined with the rush of fluid spilling onto him and the sheets was too much for his oversensitive body to bear. It should’ve been impossible, he just came a few minutes ago; though, he supposed his body didn’t conform to logic in a lot of other ways. Maybe it wasn’t that out of the question for him.

Whatever - he was too boneless to think too much right now. Instead, he busied himself with massaging Nami’s curves and helping her come down from her high. Once she sucked in a shuddering breath and could lift her head to look him in the eye, Sanji chuckled awkwardly.

“You still with me, princess?”

“Mhm.”

“Someone looks sleepy. Ready for a bath?”

She took a second to respond, her chest heaving as she fought to catch her breath (which Sanji couldn’t complain about). He started squirming to pull out, not wanting to jostle her too much - until a finger against his lips made him pause.

“Not a chance, handsome,” Nami purred, some of that trademark fire returning to her eyes. “You think I was kidding earlier?”

She pinched his nipple again, and caught his groan in a heady kiss. While their tongues tangled, she pushed her ass back against him, squeezing insistently.

“I said all fucking night,” she hissed out in between kisses. “Didn’t I?”

At that, Sanji’s heart leapt, and he couldn’t help but grin. His grip tightened on her thighs, and he rolled them over so he was finally on top but still inside. With her hair fanning out beneath her, her face on fire, and her eyes bright as the stars, his dick was already regaining interest.

All fucking night, huh? That sounded like a challenge to him - something he’d never been able to resist.

“What the fuck happened here?!”

Usopp sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “More like what didn’t happen - that being you not showing up to start on breakfast.”

Sanji matched the sniper’s exhausted expression, staring at the mess of disgusting slop and damaged cookware that was once his kitchen. He should’ve seen this coming - Luffy didn’t tolerate late breakfast. He could only pray that Chopper was unharmed. 

Usopp fixed him with a suspicious glare. “Why are you so late anyways? It’s almost 9.”

“Late night.”

“How?”

Sanji fixed with a deadpan stare, before pulling his collar lower to show off all the hickies Nami had given him the previous night. Usopp nodded, turning towards the door.

“Right. Dumb question.”

“I have no regrets.”

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Nami was made for the pages. Her body was tailored for posters to be hung on every teenage boy’s room, her face perfect for front page headshots - destined to be a centerfold. And Grand Line Publishing knew that. She’d ascended the ranks of their modeling cast at light speed, and at only three years of working there, had managed to land herself a secure place in their lingerie modeling line. And today was her first day.

Familiar faces greeted her everywhere she went - models who had been in the industry twice as long as she had been alive, corporate big shots with more money than sense, and - of course - the photographers. Demanding but brilliant, the men and women who really made the magic behind a model’s success happen.

As Nami approached her set, a long black robe covering her, she spotted a flash of blond hair at the photographer’s stand. It was a guy, tall and blond, and wearing a suspiciously familiar blue shirt…

Oh, there was no way.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” she chuckled, tapping him on the shoulder. “Sanji Vinsmoke, as I live and breathe.”

He turned on his heel, startled by the sudden touch, but broke into a massive grin at the sight of her. They’d met about a year ago, when he’d been assigned to the trenches of hand modeling, where she had been stuck for the time being. They’d worked together on a lot of shoots - and struck up something of a friends with benefits situation. But busy and conflicting schedules had confined them to texts and calls only for a while.

And Nami had to admit, she missed him. She saw no better opportunity to reconnect than now.

“Hello to you too,” he chuckled, setting his camera to the side. “What are the odds?”

“Who cares? We’re here, aren’t we?”

He shrugged. “Fair.”

She grinned and hugged him - maybe holding on for a little longer than she needed to. “What brings you to lingerie?”

A dash of pink tinged his cheeks, and he shifted his weight awkwardly. “New assignment. I’ll be shooting here for the next few weeks.”

She raised her eyebrows and poked his shoulder teasingly. “Lucky you. Getting paid to take pictures of beautiful women in lingerie? Talk about a dream job.”

“I guess,” he stammered. Nami couldn’t help but find it adorable. For all his expertise in the bedroom (and he had plenty), he was always so shy when it came to talking about such things publicly. It had always been one of his more endearing qualities - and the reason Nami had been so surprised when she actually slept with him for the first time. Man was a completely different beast behind closed doors.

“It’s great to see you,” he piped up suddenly. “But, uh- I don’t want to keep you from your shoot. You should probably get going. Some of these guys can be pricks to late models.”

A grin stretched across her face, and she leaned forward to give him a teasing wink. “No need. I’m already at my set.”

She could see the cogwheels turning in his mind, before his jaw dropped and his eyes went comically wide.

“Wait, you-”

“Mhm!” She confirmed, giggling. “Talk about your lucky day, hm?”

He was too stunned to say anything, but he didn’t need to. The look on his face was agreement enough. She poked his nose teasingly, giving him a wry smirk.

“Well? C’mon, don’t want to screw this up, do you?”

Sanji’s brain was still rebooting, but he managed to snap out of his trance before long and nodded, scrambling to get everything set up proper for the shoot. 

(He actually dead stopped, jaw open, when she slipped her robe off, revealing the skimpy little nightie they’d stuck her in for this particular shoot, and she had to snap her fingers in his face to get him moving again. He really was adorable.)

Modeling wasn’t a very entertaining job - mostly posing in various different uncomfortable positions for hours on end, all while the photographer complained about the slightest problem with her posture. Sanji was different though - thorough, methodical, and encouraging, not to mention brilliant behind a lens. Every session with him ended with increased self-esteem and stunning photographs practically begging to be on the front page. Nami knew he was destined to be one of the best Grand Line had ever seen. She hoped she’d be right there with him when it happened.

Though… as he called out his orders in that intense, yet supportive tone, Nami couldn’t help but wonder how it might feel if he didn’t have to be a professional. And a lightbulb went off in her head.

Sanji pulled back from his camera, carefully examining the photo he just took before giving her a radiant smile. “Perfect! You’re a natural, darling. I think just another few shots on the recliner and I can send these up to editing. Not that you need it, obviously.”

“You’re quick,” she remarked casually. They’d only been taking shots for an hour and a half. “Last guy I was paired with, it was an hour before he even had me in a new pose.”

“I don’t want to waste your time - you’ve probably got another seven shoots to get to today.”

“Nope - this is actually my only one for the day.”

Sanji glanced up at her, tilting his head like a puppy. It was easily his most adorable habit. “Really?”

Nami shrugged. “Schedule was light. Guess they don’t want to overload me on my first day in the department.”

“Well, lucky. I’ve got another few to run before I’m off. Drive safe, okay?”

“Actually…”

Time to enact her little scheme - one she’d been daydreaming about the whole time Sanji was directing her. Luckily, the shots weren’t so risque to show what was happening between her legs. Wardrobe might have a field day with her, though.

“What time should you get off?”

Sanji ran his fingers through his hair, humming noncommittally. “Depends. A couple hours at least. Maybe around 3?”

“Perfect! Come by my place when you’re done - I think Zeus has missed you.”

It was a blatant lie - Nami’s Persian cat despised Sanji and he hated him right back - but it was the easiest way of saying “let’s fuck” in work-friendly terms. Sanji was familiar with their code phrase by now and he grinned - the sight igniting a fire in Nami’s belly - and winked subtly.

“I’ll come and say hi, then.” He turned to prepare the camera for the last couple of shots and Nami held up her hand.

“Oh, and one more thing.”

“Hm?”

“Bring your camera.”

Sanji nearly knocked said camera off its tripod. Somehow, Nami had a feeling his other shots wouldn’t be quite up to his normal standard - a bit rushed.

“Spread your legs a little wider for me.”

Nami eagerly complied with the order, leaning back on her hands to give him the best angle for his shots. A beep, followed by a short click shot through the air.

“Atta girl. One hand under your left tit. Your left, not mine.”

She squeezed the plump flesh eagerly. Beep, click.

“You’re perfect, darling. Now, other hand - stick three fingers in. I can wait if you need time to adjust-”

“No need,” she teased, even as her breath hitched with the sudden intrusion. “Had to do something while I was waiting for you to get off.”

“I haven’t gotten off yet,” Sanji snickered. He didn’t look that far away from it though - even just watching her and taking pictures of her naked form seemed to be doing the trick for him. Who knew he had such a sneaky voyeuristic side?

Either way, he wasted no time snapping a few more pics, his face oddly calm given their circumstances. A professional at heart, she supposed. Every new position was followed by the sound of the camera shutters, the lens trained on her face as she brought herself to the brink of ecstasy. Briefly, Nami wondered what would happen if he didn’t clear the memory and brought all those filthy pictures to work. Granted, it wasn’t too much different than what he was being paid to shoot already. Maybe they’d give him a bonus.

Maybe not for the one of her ass, the red thong she’d put on barely covering up her hole.

Or the photo of his cock disappearing into her pussy.

Or the one where his cum from their first round was dripping down her face. 

Or the shot of her slurping down his cock like a popsicle, her eyes hazy and fucked out, drunk on sex.

Or… well, maybe it was best he didn’t bring those pictures in after all.

Oh well. Nami was more than fine with Sanji keeping them all to himself. The next time they went so long without being able to meet up in person, those should tide him over for a while.

She wondered if he’d be willing to show her how to work his camera. Just in case she wanted a few shots of him.

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“Nami, are you ok? You look hurt!”

Chopper’s squeaky outburst carried across the deck, getting Sanji’s attention, and he scrambled to shut the grill off. How had he not noticed his beloved Nami was hurt?! What kind of-

“What are you talking about?” Nami questioned, her voice joining Chopper’s, and Sanji glanced up at the pair chatting a few feet away from him. Chopper tilted his head, an adorably confused look on his face, and he pointed one hoof up at her.

“Your neck! It’s all bruised up.”

Oh, no wonder Sanji hadn’t noticed. Well, he had noticed - considering he was the one who’d put those marks there to begin with. Bite marks and hickeys littered her neck, all of them put there by him. Every time he added one, she begged him to give her another, unless her throat was covered in the small, delicious bruises. It was the only time Sanji had ever even considered giving a woman any sort of injury. And he couldn’t deny, the red on her skin was a beautiful complement to her hair.

Nami giggled, and he just knew she was giving him a knowing look from behind those sunglasses. “Oh, those?”

Little tease knew exactly what she was doing, and she made full eye contact with Sanji as she snapped her bikini strap, playing it off as just adjusting her top. He flushed scarlet, but didn’t stop his work at the grill.

“Just had a little accident last night. Nothing to worry about.”

Oh, nothing about it had been accidental. In fact, she had demanded he mark her up every chance he got - whether it be with his mouth or his cum. If he left any kind of brand on her body, it was at her demand and his eager willingness to please.

Chopper gave her a skeptical look, folding his stubby arms. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to be-”

“Chopper, I promise. If I was really hurt, I’d come to you right away. Don’t worry about it.” Nami reached over to lift his hat off and ruffled the fur at the top of the reindeer’s head, giving him a loving smile. Chopper pouted a bit, but shrugged and ran off to join Luffy and Usopp as they had a water balloon battle on the lawn deck.

Sanji let out a heavy sigh, relief flooding his system that they wouldn’t have to explain the concept of hickeys to a 17 year old reindeer, before he glanced up again - and realized Nami was staring directly at him. She lowered her sunglasses and winked, licking her lips unsubtly. Sanji gulped, his stomach twisting with a mix of delight and apprehension. He sucked in a breath, plated up the kebabs, and approached her with the dish.

“Kebabs, love?”

“Absolutely,” she grinned, snatching one up from the plate in the blink of an eye.

She wasted no time biting down, sliding the first piece of meat off the skewer with her teeth and biting down, slow and sensual. As she went back in for the second piece, she sealed her lips around the kebab and hollowed her cheeks. Sanji flushed, but couldn’t help but grin. Only she could make eating a meat stick look so sexy.

“I take it they came out alright?”

She glanced up at him with lidded eyes and snickered, swallowing with practiced ease. His stomach twisted in delight.

“Delicious.”

“Sanjiiiiiiii, no fair!”

The chef sighed, rolling his eyes as he yanked his pants up his legs. He, Luffy, Zoro, and Usopp had just gotten done with showering and he was trying to get dressed without too much fuss. Unfortunately, he was a member of the Straw Hats.

“What are you being a brat about now? I haven’t even started planning dinner yet.”

Luffy pouted, jabbing a stretched out finger at his back. “These! You went on an adventure! Without me!”

Realization hit him like a cannonball - the nail marks. The scratches Nami had carved into his back the other night, thin red lines not unlike claw marks. Sanji flushed bright red and rushed to grab his shirt to cover them up before the mosshead could comment. He was too late.

“Since when do you go off on your own without us, curly fuck?” Zoro turned a narrowed eye on him. 

“Some of us can fly, directionless fuck,” Sanji snapped back, deciding to play along for now - and take a cheap shot at Zoro while he was at it. “So what if I wanted to take a skywalk around?”

Now Usopp was getting intrigued, and he poked his big nose into the middle of their circle. “Ahh… alright then, o great Black Leg! What perilous beast did you defeat on your quest? A ferocious sea snake? Or perhaps a vicious shark with teeth like knives! Or was your foe on land?”

The cook sighed, trying to ignore his burning cheeks. It had been something of a challenge - Nami was uncontrollable in bed, and her nails had set fire to his skin, each scratch a reminder of her desperation, each pinprick of pain a testament to Sanji’s skill. 

“Wasn’t anything big - just got caught off guard.”

Zoro gave him a suspicious glare, folding his arms over his bare chest. “You - Mr. “my specialty is observation haki” - got caught off guard? What, did a mermaid pop up in the middle of the fight and you couldn’t focus on saving your own skin? Too busy staring at a big pair?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Sanji hissed, trying his best to not explode. “At least I didn’t lose an eye to a couple of baboons.”

“And at least I’m not a perverted idiot who’s food tastes like snail piss!”

“You’d eat snail piss anyway with your shit taste. Your favorite food is white goddamn rice, you might as well just cut out your tongue. Would save us from listening to your bullshit.”

“Ok, that’s it-”

Zoro reached for his swords (which he kept on him even while he was showering, what the fuck-) before Usopp got between the two of them, grinning nervously.

“Ok, I think that’s enough for one day! Keep your secrets, Sanji!”

Judging from the way Usopp’s eyebrows wiggled as he said that, the true nature of the marks wasn’t that secret. Fan-fucking-tastic.

“God,” Sanji hissed through his teeth as he examined himself in the mirror. “I thought I made food, not that I was food.”

The Nami of last night would disagree, given all the bite marks coating his skin. Little red welts covered most of his chest, nearly every inch of his throat, and a good piece of his thighs too. Where there weren’t teeth indents, there were bruises and nail marks - it looked like the aftermath of a lion attack. The attacker in question was sitting up in bed, admiring her handiwork with a pleased grin.

“What can I say? You are a snack.”

“Very funny.”

Sighing and heading to the closet to grab a shirt, Sanji resigned himself to being miserable all day - it was way too hot outside to be wearing turtlenecks or heavy suits - before he stopped dead in his tracks. 

His shirts were nowhere to be seen. Not a single one. No button ups, none of his sweaters, not even his t-shirts or tank tops were hanging up. Even his suit jackets were missing. Not a single piece of upper clothing remained in his storage. His body flushed to the point the bruises were nearly invisible.

“U-uh… Um…”

“Something the matter, babe?”

Of course. Who else would’ve done such a thing?

“Where are my shirts?”

Nami shrugged, keeping her composure shockingly well for a guilty woman. Sanji supposed she had a lot of practice. 

“Laundry?”

“All of my shirts?”

“What’s the problem? Not the first time everyone’s seen you without one. And you don’t exactly have anything to be shy about.”

His eyes nearly bulged out of his head, and Sanji gestured wildly to the litany of marks coating his skin. There was no way he could walk onto the deck like this. He was a complete mess! He looked like a filthy whore, a total slut who just let Nami do whatever she wanted to him!

(None of that was wrong, but still - it was about the principle of the thing. He still had some dignity!)

“I can’t- there’s- I can’t! Not like this!”

“I don’t see anything wrong with it. Actually, I think you should walk around this more often.”

“Covered in hickeys?!”

Nami tsked her tongue, raising a finger to correct him. “I prefer to see it as… showing everyone who you belong to.”

Sanji floundered a little more, but that was a far more attractive way of phrasing it - and she knew just how much shame turned him on. This woman had him wrapped around her pinky and he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

“...will I get my shirts back eventually?”

“In a couple hours - if you strut your stuff properly. I want them to know everything. Flaunt it for me, baby.”

Then a brilliant idea smacked Sanji in the face, and he approached the redhead with a devious grin. She didn’t have to react before he leaned down and sank his teeth into the soft flesh connecting her neck to her shoulder. The noises she let out in response were delectable, and he drank them in before pulling back and admiring his handiwork. Newly formed pinprick bruises from his canines, just barely starting to redden. Nami’s hand shot up to her neck automatically, her eyes wide with confusion.

“What-”

“You flaunt better than I do.”

As realization passed over her face, Nami burst out cackling and dragged Sanji on top of her, hooking her arms behind his neck. “Sneaky bastard.”

“I learned from the best.”

~~~~

In the end, they had to sit through a very confused and stress-inducing physical by Chopper, but both considered it a worthwhile ordeal for all the fun.

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Burying his fingers further into her hair, Sanji let out an appreciative sigh. “That’s it, that’s so good, Nami… keep going, just like that…”

She hummed her assent, the vibrations sending a spike of endorphins down his spine, and by some miracle, managed to take him deeper. He could already feel his tip poking at the back of her throat, her nose buried in his pubes, and it was all he could do not to come then and there.

Truth be told, Sanji didn’t get blown by Nami all too often. Not because she didn’t offer, but because he was the oral champion between the two of them. Though, as this deepthroating was demonstrating, she was no slouch in that department either. Besides, he lasted an embarrassingly short time every time she got on her knees, sometimes cumming from so little as her kissing up and down his length. But he was determined - he was going to last this time, and he was going to make the most of this.

At the moment, he wasn’t doing too well. He already felt like he was about to blow his load down her throat, and she barely looked phased. (An impressive feat with a cock in her mouth.) One hand on her head, careful not to hurt her, he pulled her off just enough to catch his breath. Her eyes crinkled at the corners and he was positive she would be smirking in the smuggest way possible if she could.

She always did this: taking advantage of how enamored he was with her and using it to make him fall apart at every opportunity. And all the while, she remained her composed, conniving self. And Sanji loved her for that - but sometimes, he wanted to make her fall apart too. Have her desperate and keening, begging for anything he could give her - just like she did to him.

He pulled her back down, careful not to overwhelm her. Like a pro, she relaxed her throat with no issue, taking him deep. Keeping her there, Sanji let go of her and leaned back, letting out a shaky sigh.

“Atta girl, Nami,” he murmured. “You’re always so good for me.”

Tracing his fingers along her jawline, he let her go back to work, pumping his cock with her mouth flawlessly. He bit the back of his hand to keep himself from moaning too loud, but he couldn’t keep his praise for her to himself.

“I don't know how you’re so perfect,” he groaned, running his fingers through her hair. “Everything I could’ve ever asked for and more.”

She let out a little groan and took him even deeper, her nose touching his belly. The still functioning part of his brain picked up on that - and he got curious.

“Look at you,” he cooed. “So pretty like this. You’re a dream, hon.”

Her moan was a lot more pronounced this time, and she gripped the back of his thighs, trying to keep even closer, though she was already as close as she could get. A thrill shot up Sanji’s spine. This was more like it - a desperate edge to her love, scrambling to get more praise. Sanji’s pleasure started to fade into the background - he had another goal in mind.

“You’ve got such a clever mouth, babe,” he purred, gasping as she ran her tongue along the underside of his cock, paying special attention to one of his veins. “It-it’s… just as clever as you are.”

She shifted a little, and he realized that she was squeezing her legs together, trying to hide just how wet she was. Well, he couldn’t have that. He nudged his foot closer, tapping it against the ground just in front of her. When she met his eyes, he smirked.

“No need to be shy. Go on - you’ve earned some relief. Do whatever you want.”

Apparently, what she wanted was to raise her hips up and shuffle forward, before sitting on his foot and grinding her wetness into his shoe. Poor thing hadn’t been touched since they started - she’d been too desperate to get on her knees for him. While she humped his foot, Sanji took the liberty of threading his fingers through her hair, pushing her bangs out of the way so he could get a better look at her face.

Fuck, she looked cumdrunk. Her eyes were glassy and he pulled back briefly to make sure she was alright, but she just leaned forward to keep swallowing around his length. Her cheeks were red as her hair, making her freckles all the more apparent, and a little bit of escaped precum clung to her lips so enticingly. Some had even dripped onto her chest, its pearly sheen a blip on the golden planes of her skin.

It was a wonder how she always managed to look so perfect. While he might have been a little biased, (ok, very biased) it was just a fact. No matter the situation or the time, whether she’d made an effort or was just being her natural self, she was a knockout. To this day, Sanji marveled at the fact she chose him, of all people.

He wanted to make her feel like she was better than she looked. A tall task, but he’d never been one to back down from a challenge.

“I can’t make my mind up,” Sanji huffed, his free hand coming up to clutch his own hair and give himself some kind of reprieve from the lustful fog clouding his mind. “I dunno what I wanna do to you first. Should I come down your throat, or watch my cum drip down your cheeks? Or should I wait til I can make you cream? What do you want?”

Given how she hollowed her cheeks out and sucked him like her life depended on it, he had a feeling that she wasn’t very picky. Still, he managed to keep his wits about him just enough that he could keep talking, reveling in how desperate she was. Finally… he had the upper hand.

“How about all three? I’ll fill your belly up with my cum, make you taste me, then you can have me on your face. And if you’re up for it, I’ll stuff even more up your ass too. Make sure you’re full of me on both ends, fill you up like the perfect little cum dump you are, baby.”

Nami’s ensuing whine was music to his ears. He was so damn close, but she seemed closer. He just had to bring it home.

“And the best part?” Sanji grunted, beginning to shallowly thrust in and out of her mouth, still making sure he wasn’t too rough. “I know you’ll take it all. You’ll take it so well for me. You always do - like you were made for me. And you love it, don’t you baby girl? You love doing this to me, huh? You love driving me crazy-”

He couldn’t finish his statement, because Nami chose that exact moment to lean forward and match his thrusting, urging his cock to go even deeper in her throat. Stars exploded behind his eyelids and an inhumane noise was pulled from his lungs.

“FUCK!” He was positive the entire damn ship could hear him scream, but he didn’t give two shits. Let them hear - it would just tell them how much she was blowing his mind. (Among other things.) And nothing he could’ve done could have stopped his climax in that moment - he didn’t even get a chance to warn Nami before she was slurping his cum down - just like he’d promised. Sanji just had to sigh and guide her through it.

“That’s it, love. Take it all… that’s a good girl,” he whispered. “You’re my good girl, angel.”

Miraculously, that seemed to be what did her in - her cry was muffled but still shot through the air of their room, and Sanji was vaguely aware of wetness dripping onto his shoes. He was more than willing to sacrifice one pair of loafers for the sake of her pleasure - if anything, it just made the whole experience even hotter.

Once she stopped trembling in the aftermath of her orgasm, she finally pulled off Sanji’s cock, a string of saliva and cum still connecting it to her lips. Sanji let himself slide down to the floor, gathering her up in his arms for their customary post-coital cuddles, and she buried her face in his shoulder.

“...you should call me that more often.”

“Hm?”

“...angel,” Nami muttered, her voice a bit strained after the beating her throat took. “I, uh… I really liked that.”

Sanji grinned and nodded, wiping a stray drop of cum from the corner of her lips. “I don’t have any objections… anything else?”

“We can… we can talk about pet names later. Once I get my brains back. And we shower.”

“Ok. But for the time being… I think good girl suits you pretty well.”

Nami was so adorable when she was flustered.

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“Please…”

“I can’t hear you, honey,” Nami murmured, curling her fingers to just brush over Sanji’s prostate, but not enough to provide any kind of relief for his desperation. He fucked his hips back onto her hand, hoping she’d take mercy on him - but Nami was a cruel woman and retracted her fingers, only leaving the tips inside.

“Now, now, that’s not very good of you, baby,” she chastised gently, clicking her tongue disapprovingly. “That’s not how we ask for what we want. Can you use your words for me, like a big boy?”

Another strangled moan escaped from his lips and he shoved his face into the sheets, trying to hide his embarrassment. Too bad for him - he could try and hide all he wanted, but his cock always betrayed him and his fantasies. For a brief, weak moment, Nami considered ditching the plan and just flipping him onto his back before riding him like a stallion. She sucked a breath in through her nose and reminded herself of the plan - if this went the way she wanted it to, the end of this would be so much better than any instant gratification could be.

“If you don’t tell me what you want,” she purred, twisting her fingers enough to make him let out a gasp. “I can’t give you what you want, honey. You need to tell me.”

He bit the back of his hand, his free one gripping the sheets and his eyes screwed shut. His face was crimson - Nami was surprised he hadn’t started bleeding yet. To be completely honest, if he didn’t bleed at some point during this, she would have to commend his restraint. 

But, back to the task at hand. Clearly, her baby boy needed a little motivation to use his words properly - so Nami reached up with her free hand and tugged on his bangs, hard. The sudden jolt of pain had his eyes flying open and his mouth open on a gasp, before she took his chin in hand. 

“If you can’t tell me what you want,” she stated, her voice taking on a crueler edge - something she knew he loved. “I won’t give you anything.”

She swiftly pulled her fingers out, leaving his hole clenching and fluttering around nothing. He whined pathetically at the sudden loss, wiggling his hips in a desperate attempt to get them back inside - and Nami came very close to giving it to him. But she was stronger than her impulses, and she managed to stand firm. 

“Bad boys who don’t do what they’re asked to don’t deserve rewards,” she hissed, smacking his thigh. That was more for herself than anything else - the jiggle and reddening handprint on his skin sent an addictive bite of arousal through her body. “In fact… they deserve punishment.”

He perked up at the last word, and she scoffed cruelly. Of course that excited him. She gave his hair another sharp yank.

“But I won’t do that, either. All it’s going to do is make you pathetically hard, and you’ll probably come before I even think about touching your cock.”

He already was pathetically hard - flushed an angry red, leaking at the tip, and bobbing in an almost comical way as he wriggled on the sheets. He’d been like this for a while now, strung out and left begging on the edge of her fingertips, trying to restrain his little whore self. He was doing a horrible job of that, and she scoffed derisively. 

“Typical. All you can think about is rutting and getting off like the filthy boy you are. When was the last time you stopped yourself from cumming, hm? Never thought about holding back before? Here I thought buildup was the best part - but greedy boys like you just want to jerk off and be done with it.”

She leaned down, her hot breath ghosting over his face. At this distance, she could see the goosebumps erupting on his flushed skin. Fuck, he looked good enough to eat.

“I have half a mind to tie you up and leave you here. Give you a cock ring to make sure you can’t cum while I’m at it. Maybe I’ll leave the door open and let everyone see what a dirty whore you are. Don’t worry though - they won’t touch you either. You’re not getting off until I say you can, and you don’t have a say in it.”

He whimpered pathetically at the thought, more precum spurting out of his dick. Nami wasn’t sure she’d ever seen him this wet before. At this point, he might come at the slightest touch and she couldn’t have that. She sat back on her haunches, letting go of his hair and reveling in his whining at the loss. Any more teasing and he might break down - or come completely untouched. As tempting as those options were, she needed him to last just a little while longer if her scheme was going to come to fruition. 

“Maybe I can be convinced otherwise,” she hummed noncommittally, trying her best to keep her voice level. “If you beg nice enough. Let mommy know just how much you want it.”

Sanji did not disappoint. He started babbling: “Mommy, mommy, please, please, lemme cum, please, please, I wanna cum so bad!“ Tears were swelling up in his eyes, his breaths desperate and whiny like a puppy’s. He looked like such a pathetic whore. Nami wanted to devour him. She wondered how far she could push him before he broke.

“Good. Not good enough. Now, one more time. Make it good, or I’m not touching your cock for a month.”

“I want you, mommy, please,” Sanji immediately started pleading. “Want you, want you so much- want you to have me now-”

“What a brat,” Nami hissed, smacking his cheek and wracking his body with shivers. “You don’t tell me what to do, remember? I don’t need to do something cause you want it. Want’s not enough, sweetheart. You want it, or you need it?”

“Need it! Need it so bad, mommy!” Sanji immediately burst out, the tears starting to flow freely down his face. “Need you, please, please, please Mommy, I’ll- I- I’ll- I’ll do anything- please-”

Nami let out a long breath - she felt like she might pass out with all the blood rushing to her head. God, he was so fucking sexy when he begged like that. She bent down and kissed his cheeks, licking away his tears and relishing the salt on her tongue.

“That’s it. You’re a good boy, you’re such a good boy for Mommy,” she murmured in his ear, massaging his shoulder in what she hoped was a clear attempt to soothe him. “I’ll give you what you need, baby boy. You just lie back and let Mommy do all the work.”

With one last soul deep kiss, Nami set to work. She worked her way down from his perfect face, to rubbing and pinching his perfect pecs, and running her tongue over his belly button, all while keeping one hand just a breath away from where he needed it the most. By the time she licked one long stripe up his taint, he was sobbing with need. She almost felt a bit bad for him - then reminded herself that it was time anyways. No need to torture him anymore.

With little fanfare or warning, she shoved two fingers into him as deep as they could go, and just as he was sucking in the air to cry out, she sealed her mouth over his cock, taking him close to the root in one fell swoop. The noise he made was something Nami would remember for the rest of her life, and her mouth was immediately filled with the bitter and addictive taste of his cum. Sanji’s hips bucked as he rode out his high, throwing his head back as he howled, and it was only until his noises were oversensitive instead of orgasmic that she stopped fingering him. Hurriedly swallowing, she pulled off him and gathered him up in her arms, her head resting atop his. 

“That’s it, that’s it, you’re such a good boy,” she assured him, running her hands up and down his back. “You did so well for me, baby. You’re so good.”

She kept whispering in his ear until his hands finally came up to hold her waist, a loose and boneless grip. Nami sighed in relief at the touch - at least he wasn’t completely out of it. It had been a long time since he’d begged her for something this intense.

“Shower?” She couldn’t disguise the worry in her voice. He hadn’t spoken in a while. “Do you need water, a snack, anything?”

“...bed.”

Well, that was easy enough. She let him pull her down onto the sheets, and he fell asleep as he hit the pillow, his arm still loosely wrapped around her waist. A small grin finally found its way onto Nami’s face. As she felt drowsiness start to cling to her consciousness, she kissed his forehead one last time before snuggling a little closer.

The plan: get Sanji out of his head for a while. And she’d call it a success.

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It was no secret Nami loved to shop. She had to put her money to good use - what better use than to the nice clothes she finally had access to after all these years? Skirts, pants, shorts, shirts, jackets, bracelets, necklaces, dresses, shoes, belts, sunglasses, swimsuits, the occasional sexy piece of lingerie to give Sanji a little show - her clothing budget nearly rivaled that of the groceries. (An impressive feat given who her captain was.)

Today was no different. Stopping in a decent sized port to stock up on provisions and to let the crew stretch their legs, Nami’s first stop was the biggest clothing store in town. Sanji, for once, was not stuck on babysitting duty, and immediately volunteered to go with her. And who was she to deny her eager little puppy? (Besides, she could use his help carrying everything.)

Examining the racks, there were a couple cute skirts she immediately snatched up and threw over her arm and began scrutinizing a low-cut top. A little glittery for her tastes, but it might not be bad at a party.

“Sanji, help me out here,” she asked, holding the shirt in question up against her chest. “Would this look good on me?”

“Everything in this store would look good on you,” he replied earnestly, a dreamy sigh falling from his lips. When she looked up, he was leaning against one of the mannequins, one hand under his chin, staring at her with one of the most enamored looks she’d ever seen. She giggled, tossing the shirt back onto the rack.

“You flatter me.”

“I speak nothing but the truth. You could make the ugliest outfit in the world look designer.”

A devious smile stretched across her lips. That sounded like a challenge. Scanning the shelves, she started grabbing the most hideous things she could find - a shaggy orange jacket, a brown tassel skirt, and some boots that looked like they’d been fished out of the Florian Triangle.

“How about these?”

Sanji snickered, taking the jacket and wrapping it around her shoulders. “Stunning! Absolute flawless. Just needs…”

He marched over to the accessories and plucked up a pair of sparkly, star-shaped purple sunglasses, before planting them on her nose. Then he deftly undid his tie and wrapped it around her waist, tugging her up against him.

“Perfect!”

They both burst out in a fit of giggles, earning them dirty looks from a fat lady on the other side of the aisle. Nami flipped her the bird before shrugging the jacket off and tossing Sanji’s tie onto his head. While he fixed his neckwear, she returned to browsing the selection.

She paused by some shorts, a flash of black catching her eye: a pair of high waisted leather shorts that she knew would flatter her frame. She picked them up, rubbing the material between her fingers. She had some combat boots these would look amazing with-

“Those?”

She glanced up, Sanji’s tone surprising her. He sounded… curious.

“Maybe. Just looking. Something wrong with them?”

“No, no, I just…” He cleared his throat, pink dusting his cheeks. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in leather before.”

Oh, Nami knew that tone. Sanji’s voice always had that nervous edge whenever he saw something he liked a little too much to say aloud. And she had to admit, if it gave her an excuse to buy some nice new clothes? It was a win on all fronts.

“Never seen me in leather, hm?” She grinned, grabbing the shorts and winking at him. “Let’s change that.”

She began combing the aisles, Sanji hot on her heels. When something caught his eye, she snatched it up without hesitation. Eventually, she had the shorts, a tight halter top that laced up in the front, along with some nice knee-high boots. With each new item she grabbed, she could practically hear Sanji’s heart rate speed up. 

“Go find something you like for yourself, baby,” she teased, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. “I’m going to try these on.”

Nami had to admit, Sanji had chosen well with the leather look.

The neckline of the halter top plunged low, the laces making a crisscross pattern on her chest that let just enough skin show to be teasing, and the feeling of the material on her skin was surprisingly arousing. The shorts emphasized the round of her ass deliciously, clinging to her curves like a vice in the best way possible. The boots looked fantastic too, comfortable but stylish in a sort of punk, rough-and-tough way. Everything being black was a great contrast to her vibrant hair too. For being incapable of dressing casually, Sanji had a damn good eye for ladies’ fashion. She’d have to bring him along on her shopping sprees more often.

She ran her hands over her ass, admiring the shine of the taut material stretched over her skin. Her nipples were already pebbling, rubbing up against her shirt in the most delightful way, the prospect of buying these clothes - and what she might be doing in them - making her head spin. She was a little tempted to waltz out there now, show Sanji just what he’d brought upon himself, but she didn’t want blood all over the new clothes.  

The skintight feeling and kinky undertones kinda reminded her of the disguises they wore to Onigashima - which still sent a shiver down her spine, thinking about them. Seeing Sanji in a crisscross harness had hit her on a primal, animalistic level. If she could convince him to wear that again…

Uh uh. She was getting ahead of herself. This was about Sanji getting to eat her up in all leather. She could think about putting him in something similar later. For now, she’d just change back into her original clothes, buy these, pretend like nothing was different as she and Sanji walked back to the Sunny, and maybe give him a little idea of what was to come later tonight.

Both of them, hopefully.

While she wasn’t fulfilling that particular fantasy at the moment, she was making another one come true - one that was equally, if not more appealing than Sanji in a sexy devil costume. That being, Sanji on his knees stark naked, his wrists bound with rope - wearing only his purchases from the clothing shop - something Nami was more than happy to buy for him.

“Good choice, baby,” she chuckled, petting his head and rubbing her fingers through the soft faux fur of the dog ears. They were a warm gold, perfectly matching his hair. “You finally look like what you are - my good boy. My good puppy. Isn’t that right?”

He nodded enthusiastically, practically panting for her. “Yes, yes, I’m a good boy - I’m your puppy-”

“I didn’t tell you to speak,” she cut him off, tsking her tongue disapprovingly. “Good boys listen to orders.”

His mouth snapped shut with a click, and Nami graced him with a radiant smile.

“Good dog.”

If the tail belted to his waist was real, she was positive it would’ve wagged right there. As it was, his cock showed his excitement perfectly; straining and leaking pre, twitching insistently as he ground against the floor. Nami snickered, her hand drifting from his head to his neck, digging her fingers under the black collar fit snugly over his pulse point. 

“I think you missed something during your trip, boy,” she remarked, her index finger hooking around the silver loop in front. “How am I supposed to keep you on your best behavior without your leash?”

More precum oozed from Sanji’s head, and his teeth dug into his lip so hard Nami was stunned he hadn’t started bleeding yet. 

“Even the best dogs need to be kept on tight leashes. I can’t have you acting up on me, can I, boy? Can’t have you thinking you can just rut like a bitch in heat whenever you want.”

She delivered a sharp kick to his dick, sending a jolt through Sanji’s system. Even more pre spurted out - she wasn’t sure she’d ever seen him this wet before. Not to mention that he was panting, his tongue actually starting to hang out of his mouth. With how tight the leather was on her body, Nami’s heartbeat felt all the stronger. Tight and restrictive everything was, it was its own sort of leash for her - a reminder that she couldn’t just do anything she wanted. There were rules in this game for both of them.

“You can be such a bad boy,” she chided, her warm tone a stark contrast to her words. “A filthy, filthy dog who needs to be kept on a tight leash - maybe I should get you a bowl to eat out of, hm? Keep on your hands and knees like the dirty dog you are. And I won’t touch your cock ever - not until you prove you can be a good boy for me.”

Well - that wouldn’t be much of an obstacle. Sanji came untouched all over the carpet under their bed.

“Oh- Sanji!” Nami groaned. Really, she shouldn’t have been surprised - but they were just getting to the best part!

He gave her a massive dopey grin, his eyes still sparkling with glee. “Tell me to lick it up?”

Nami started coughing furiously - that was about the last thing she expected him to say.

“Please,” he begged - and fuck, he looked pretty when he begged. “You were doing so well, love.”

She mulled over it for a second, swiping her tongue over her lips. Then she stepped forward and tapped her foot just above the pearly white staining the floor.

“Hands and knees, doggy. Face to the floor. I want that carpet clean.”

“Yes-”

“That’s not what dogs say.”

“...woof.”

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Sanji was a light sleeper, a habit he’d had since he was a kid. Waking up at the crack of dawn to get started on morning prep would do that.

(And before that… sleeping light meant he’d know if one of his brothers was in his room.)

It didn’t take much to wake him up, which was an issue when he was bunking with the other guys. Between Zoro and Luffy’s snoring, Usopp’s sleep talking, the creaking of Brook’s bones, and Franky being Franky, he barely got any good sleep most nights. Getting his own room with Nami was a blessing for his sleep schedule. 

Which is why, when he woke up at 4 in the morning with her still in his arms, he was furious.

He still had three hours before he had to get up to make breakfast, he never could get back to sleep after waking up, and he couldn’t even move for fear of waking up Nami. And he didn’t even know why he’d woken up! For once, his nightmares decided to leave him alone, so why-

Nami shifted in his arms, nuzzling a bit closer to him, and any annoyed thoughts vanished from Sanji’s head. One of her arms was draped across his chest, her head resting on his shoulder, and her legs fell open, tangling with his. She always dressed light to go to sleep (since, in her words, Sanji was “a human furnace”), and tonight was no different, with only a thin pair of shorts and the loosest tank top in the world between him and all the perfect planes of her bare skin.

Her hair spilled over the pillow in orange waves, her plump lips slightly parted and deep breaths making her tremble gently in his arms. She looked just like a goddess-

And now he wasn’t going back to sleep for different reasons. Fuck.

He glared down at his cock, trying to will it back down into disinterest. Nami deserved to rest, not have her sleep interrupted by Sanji’s constant horniness. As if they didn’t already fuck just a few hours earlier, with Sanji on his knees while Nami rode his face, grinding that delicious heat into-

Sanji Jr. went from just interested to solidly hard. Double fuck. Curse his lack of a refractory period.

His mind was racing, trying to think of a way he could wriggle out of her grasp and get to the bathroom without waking her up. Nami was just as much of a light sleeper as he was, and she’d probably wake up as soon as she didn’t feel his warmth anymore. But she didn’t need to lose sleep because of his stupid dick either! Either way, he didn’t know how the hell he’d survive. He couldn’t get himself off or even get away from the source of his arousal.

Wrinkly old men in saunas. Wasting food. Absalom. Disrespecting ladies. Caesar. Anything that wasn’t sexy. Anything that could put his stupid dick into submission and let him go to sleep, and enjoy himself with his wonderful girlfriend who had one leg in between his thighs and was-

…wait a damn second.

Was that just his horny delusions, or did he just feel-

Nope - it happened again. “It” being Nami grinding her hips against his leg, rubbing up against him and a breathy little sigh escaping her lips. 

Oh, Sanji Jr. wasn’t going down anytime soon.

Keeping every muscle in his body as still as could be, Sanji waited with bated breath as Nami started rutting into his thigh, her movements insistent and unrelenting, almost demanding attention - as if he could possibly ignore her. Delicious wetness was already starting to spread between her thighs, dampening her shorts and making his mouth water. Tiny noises were escaping, moans and grunts that made Sanji’s head spin.

Sleep still clinging to his consciousness, he vaguely wondered if she was going to come like this, just from grinding up against his leg. In the back of his mind, he thought he should probably wake her, make sure she was alright. But how could he when she was having such a wonderful dream? 

And as if she wasn’t driving him crazy already, she started talking. 

“Mmm…mmph…Sa-Sanji…”

Sanji let out a hissing breath through his teeth. “Fuck, angel.”

“Give it… give it to me-”

“I’ll give you anything, babe, anything.” And maybe Sanji said that a little too loud, because the next thing he knew, long lashes were fluttering open and brown eyes hazy with both drowsiness and lust were looking up at him. Her movements slowed, but didn’t stop, and it wasn’t long before she was chuckling under her breath.

“Hi, handsome.”

Sanji grinned in return. “Hello, beautiful.”

“Sorry for waking you up - guess I couldn’t help myself.”

He shook his head, pressing a kiss to her temple before letting his hands roam downwards, firmly cupping the perfect globes of her ass to pull her a bit closer. It also had the unintended, but not unwelcome consequence of pushing her tits up against his chest, making it a bit hard for him to focus on her face.

“Who said you need to apologize?”

To punctuate his point, he pressed his thigh against her a bit more insistently against her, reveling in the way her breath hitched. Just the tiniest bit of pressure and Nami was grinding against his leg like there was no tomorrow, little gasps and delicious groans escaping from her lips with each movement. 

“That’s a good girl,” Sanji whispered in her ear, the mix of lingering drowsiness and heady arousal slurring his words a bit. “Use me. Use me however you want.”

That had her moaning loud and before Sanji knew it, he was fully spread-eagle with Nami pinning his wrists down on either side of his head, her hips thrusting against his bulge relentlessly. He matched her pace almost subconsciously, rubbing against her so hard, he thought he might tear the two little barriers of cloth between them.

“Fuck,” he wheezed, wide-eyed and panting. “That dream did a number on you, hm?” When Nami nodded as she practically bounced against him, he kept egging her on. “Say, what was I doing in the dream?”

It took her a moment to respond, her chest heaving with the effort to keep up the pace. “You… you were… you were fucking pounding me into the mattress-”

“Yeah?” Sanji grinned, pinching a nipple through her tank top as a reward. “I was fucking into you? About to blow my load inside that perfect little ass of yours?”

It probably wasn’t his best dirty talk, given his lingering sleepiness, but Nami damn near howled at the words, and somehow managed to speed up. “Yes, yes, you were gonna- you were gonna fill me up so good-”

“Shit, baby…”

“You-you came and it just… it just didn’t stop-” Nami whined, and Sanji could feel the wetness soaking through her shorts. “You just kept coming and coming and coming and- and- and my belly got so fucking full with you, I was getting fucking fat with your cum-”

That image - Nami fully naked and bouncing on his cock, her belly swollen and her body plumped up all because of him - could’ve made him come in his boxers alone. It was a miracle he managed to hold on long enough to hear Nami finish the fantasy.

“You were still coming when I got off and- you plugged me up and stuck your dick down my throat - I was fucking stuffed on both ends like a whore- Sanji… Sanji- Sanji-”

That was it - how the hell could he hold back when that image was planted in his brain, almost as enticing as the real thing right in front of him: Nami throwing her head back, exposing all the lovely skin of her neck, her face morphed in ecstasy as she came in her shorts, the heat and wetness soaking through and putting just the right amount of sensation around Sanji’s dick.

His orgasm was explosive, ramming into him with the force of the Rocketman, to the point that his back arched clear off the bed. Finally coming to after a brief blackout, he was met with the ever welcome sight and comforting pressure of Nami’s head resting on his chest.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” she whispered, her lashes fluttering. 

“Guess I didn’t need to worry about any nightmares tonight,” Sanji joked, his sentence cut off at the tail by a long yawn.

“Haven’t had one in a while,” Nami muttered, maybe without even realizing it. “Don’t get ‘em much with you.”

Her breathing deepened and evened out before Sanji could form any kind of reply, but his heart swelled with a different kind of affection. He rested one hand against her hip and one on her cheek, slowing his breathing to match hers. It was a settling, comfortable rhythm, but he still didn’t fall asleep for a little while.

He didn’t want to miss any part of this anymore.

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It was a swelteringly hot day - one of the best kinds of days on the Sunny, in Nami’s opinion. Sunbathing, barbecue, water gun or balloon fights that were always a fun spectacle, clear skies perfect for map charting, delicious ice-cold lemonade - and of course, Sanji walking around looking like sex personified while he took care of refreshments. What was not to love. 

Today, though, Nami was taking advantage of a new addition to the lawn deck - a hot tub Franky had installed a few days prior, equipped with all manner of fancy jets and bubble makers, and God knew what else. (Knowing Franky, probably lasers.) It was the perfect opportunity to show off her newest swimsuit: a lavender asymmetrical two piece that she knew was Sanji’s favorite color on her. The water on her skin was deliciously warm, but not overbearing, and she lounged with her head raised to the sky and her eyes shut behind her sunglasses, the picture of relaxation.

A shadow fell across her face, and she heaved a reluctant sigh before peeking one eye open nervously, preparing to throw her captain across the lawn deck. “I’m not getting into a water balloon fight with you, Luffy.”

Sanji’s upside-down grin was a far more welcome sight. “Not sure whether I should be flattered or insulted that you thought I was Luffy.”

The redhead chuckled, pushing her sunglasses up to give him a wink. “Pick your poison, darling.”

“Alright.”

He bent down, kissing her upside down while miraculously keeping the tray laden with drinks balanced in his free hand. Pulling back with a teasing nip to her lips, Sanji couldn’t help but snicker at Nami’s flushed face. His eyes were roving over every inch of her body, his gaze turning very appreciative at the sight of the new bikini. It took a few seconds for Nami to remember how to speak.

“What was that for? Not that I’m complaining, of course.”

“You told me to pick my poison. I did.”

“And I’m poison?”

“Hot, addictive, and I can’t get enough of you? You seem pretty poisonous to me.”

“Fuck off,” Nami laughed, even as she reached up to try and pull him in for another kiss. He obliged her before trotting off to refill Robin’s drink. She couldn’t help but admire the impressive swell of his ass as he left. 

“Hate to see you leave, but love to watch you go!” she catcalled, if just to get him back for the poison comment. That earned her an adorable squeak and a cute little grin from him before he darted into the galley - and unfortunately, it also drew a loud groan from Zoro.

“Can you two shut the hell up?! Get a goddamn room, already. We don’t need to see all this.”

Nami glared daggers at him. “Fuck off, moss for brains. We’re allowed to have fun.”

“Don’t do it where everyone can see you whores,” the swordsman grumbled, setting down his weights. “For God’s sake, you’re one step away from fucking in front of us at this point. You’d probably like it too.”

Oh, he shouldn’t have said that. Because if there was one thing Nami loved besides Sanji and money, it was a challenge. And if there was anything Sanji loved as much as her, it was traumatizing Zoro. 

This was gonna be so much fun.

When Sanji returned, now lacking the drinks tray, Nami waved him back over to the hot tub with a crooked finger, and he practically scampered over to her.

“Anything on the stove?”

“Not right now.”

“Good - cause I don’t plan on letting you get out of this for a while.”

He grinned, scrambling to throw off his beach shirt. “Don’t plan on leaving.”

Sinking down next to her in the steaming water, he let out a long, devastatingly attractive groan - must have been tense. Nami slid closer to him, her legs floating a bit in the water, before she settled on his lap with her back pressed against his chest - a gesture he thought nothing indecent of, apparently. He simply wrapped his arms around her waist and settled in to enjoy the break.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, content to observe the rest of the crew as Luffy and Usopp caused chaos with water balloons. The noise also provided a welcome diversion for Nami - Sanji barely seemed to notice as she reached over to start the jets, disturbing the water just enough to hide everything below their waists.

He did notice when she ground down against his cock, though.

His eyes flew wide, and he glanced at her with a mix of confusion and fear in his eyes. She simply made eye contact with a devious grin and repeated the motion, this time delighted to feel his cock stirring with interest. 

“What are you doing?!” he hissed in her ear, barely disguised panic in his voice.

“Shhhhh,” Nami murmured back, barely audible over the whirring of the jets. She then slipped his swim trunks down just enough to feel the base of his bare cock against the clothed curve of her ass - a delicious friction that drove her wild. “You don’t want to give us away, do you?”

“Nami, if you want to- the galley is right there, we can-”
“Mhm, I don’t think I can wait that long… I don’t think you could either,” she teased, reveling in how hard he was already. “Not unless you want everyone to know what we’re doing.”

“But-”

“No buts,” she interjected, putting a bit of authority into her tone - something she knew he loved. “None except mine. You’ve been eyeing me up all goddamn day, and you look like a fucking five course meal right now. I want you, you want me… why not?”

He still looked a bit hesitant, so she was forced to play her trump card. “Besides… Zoro said you’d love to fuck me in front of the whole crew. If you weren’t too chicken shit, that is.”

That got Sanji’s attention, and he tensed against her. She could practically hear him weighing the options in his head - and ultimately his competitive nature won out in the end. He slid her bikini bottoms off, eagerly massaging the meaty flesh of her bare ass and spreading her cheeks beneath the water’s surface. He couldn’t see what he was doing, but he didn’t need to - he’d done this enough times to know exactly what to do and where to go.

“Let’s prove him wrong, then,” he muttered, some of that characteristic fire sparking in his eyes. Nami’s gut twisted with excitement. 

When his first finger went in, she damn near screamed, only managing to stay silent by biting the inside of her cheek. It wasn’t comfortable - water wasn’t a very effective lube - but she relished the burn. It was rare for Sanji to be rough with her anyways, and with the knowledge that anyone could look over and know exactly what they were doing, she was high on arousal.

One finger turned to two, and two turned to three - and before long, Sanji was sliding into her heat in one smooth motion. It wasn’t the easiest sex they’d ever had - constantly having to pause to make sure no one was watching and to turn on the jets again - but the element of edging was a welcome one for Nami, who was barely able to contain her noises. She’d never been a quiet bed partner before, and having to hold back her moans was torturous. She tried distracting herself by staring down in front of her, which barely helped - seeing the bulge that was Sanji’s cock, watching it move up and down as he thrusted, witnessing her belly sticking out farther than usual cause of him - that just made it harder for her to keep quiet.

Something she hadn’t accounted for was how the jets felt as they fucked. It was almost like having a vibrator running up and down her skin - delicious stimulation that Sanji’s hands, good as they were, could never provide. And what made it even better was that it was everywhere all at once, and she still got to feel Sanji’s hands in a vice grip on her hips, keeping her steady as he drove into her with a precision she hadn’t felt from him before.

With all the dual stimulation, and a few seemingly innocent kisses he pressed to her shoulder, it didn’t take long for Nami to come, which she couldn’t help but squeak out a small moan at. He finished soon after her, coming inside her while practically growling in her ear. She slumped back against his chest, her eyelashes fluttering.

“Guess you’re not too chicken shit after all, huh?”

Sanji rolled his eyes, but his expression was a little too smug for him to say otherwise. 

Fate chose that moment to send Luffy bounding up to them, water balloons in each hand. “Namiiiiii! Sanjiiiiiii! Help me - Zoro’s gonna kill me!”

He paused in front of the hot tub, looking in confusion at the water. “What’s that?”

“A hot tub, dumb ass,” Sanji snapped, shaking his head.

“No, that!”

Luffy grabbed the that in question out of the water, holding it up with a stretched out finger. Dangling from his hand were Nami’s lavender bikini bottoms, completely forgotten about in their haste to get going.

Then fate decided to be an even crueler bitch and Zoro chose that exact second to approach Luffy with murderous intent in his eyes. Once he spotted the purple garments in his captain’s hand, and realized what it was, his face turned into a mask of horror.

“What the fuck?!”

“Guess I’m not too chicken shit after all, huh Mosshead?” Sanji’s parroting her words would’ve made Nami laugh, had she not been dying from embarrassment. 

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The first thing Nami registered when she woke up was a skull-splitting headache. God, getting into a drinking competition with a sober Zoro had been a huge mistake. She was going to be useless all morning.

The second thing she registered was several warm, sweet kisses being pressed all over her face, and she couldn’t help but giggle at each new meeting between lips and skin. If the prospect of moving didn’t sound like hell at the moment, she’d try and shove her attacker off, but alas, she was trapped.

“What- what the- what are you doing?” She barely managed to get the words out before Sanji’s kisses reached her mouth, devouring her in a sugar rush of affection. “God, someone’s in a good mood.

He finally let up on his onslaught and grinned down at her, his smile ear to ear. “Have I ever told you that you’re the most perfect woman to ever walk the earth? A goddess among men?”

“You’ve told me a few times,” Nami remarked, rolling her eyes - and regretting it when her head subsequently felt like exploding. “Why are you telling me that when I’m hungover and tired?”

As if to punctuate the statement, a deep yawn cut her sentence off towards the end and she tried to snuggle even closer. They were traveling through some colder weather at the moment, so Sanji’s body being a human furnace was beyond comfy right now. Especially since she could feel all his skin pressed against hers, no barriers between them…

“Oh,” Nami murmured intelligently, finally realizing that they were both completely naked. She snickered, looking up at Sanji through lowered lashes. “Couldn’t wait to have your way with me while I couldn’t say no, hm?”

Sanji balked, sitting bolt upright. “No! Nami, why- I could- I’d never do that, I’d rather jump into hell than-”

She burst out laughing, the pain of her hangover finally disappearing. “Oh my god, your face-” She cut herself off with her own giggles, her shoulders shaking with the force of her mirth. Sanji sighed and rolled his eyes, shaking his head knowingly.

“Ha ha,” he muttered. “You got me good, love.”

Once Nami finally managed to catch her breath, she propped one hand under her head to look in Sanji’s eyes, her smile turning soft. They rarely got this kind of opportunity - to just be together in bed, relaxing and cuddling, and not have to worry about anyone or anything else. And Sanji looked stunning in the morning, the toned muscles of his body illuminated by the light streaming in through the porthole. 

Though, if they hadn’t had sex last night…

“Why are we naked, then? Not that I’m complaining.”

Sanji’s cheeks flushed, and he looked away sheepishly. “You were, uh… pretty out of it last night. You started dancing on the table in the aquarium, and-”

That memory smacked Nami in the face, and she groaned, burying her face in her pillow. Fuck, she was out of it last night. The dancing had been the least wild thing - she’d pulled her top off and nearly flashed the whole crew, before trying to chug a massive mug of whiskey in one go. She vaguely remembered Brook making a comment about wanting to see panties too. She could only pray she hadn’t taken him up on that offer.

“Did anyone get a peek?” She sighed, her voice muffled by the fabric.

“Not sure, but I think so.”

“Then at least I’m getting a payday today,” she scoffed, lifting her head up and glaring down at herself. “You’re exempt, obviously.”

Sanji snickered, running his hand over the smooth skin of her back. “If I had to pay every time I got to see, I’d have been broke a long time ago.”

“I still haven’t ruled it out,” Nami quipped.

“Shit. Might need to sell Luffy to the Marines, then.”

Considering it wasn’t even the first time he’d made that joke, she wasn’t sure whether to laugh or be concerned for the safety of their captain. Gear 5 or not, the only thing more powerful than a hungry Luffy was a horny Sanji. 

“Better take advantage while you still have it for free then,” she teased, wiggling her hips just enough to get his attention - and to her surprise, he pulled away.

“Are you sure? After last night-”

“A hangover hasn’t stopped us from having great morning sex before - now get over here and get in me,” she whined, not even caring about how desperate she sounded. Why should they waste such a perfect opportunity?

“I’m not talking about the drinks.”

That got Nami’s attention. She propped herself up on her elbows, twisting to look at Sanji. “What do you mean?”

He hesitated, averting his eyes. “Um… I mean what happened when we got back here?”

The hell was he talking about? She wasn’t sore, so they obviously didn’t fuck traditionally last night - not that she would’ve suspected that anyway. Sanji was notoriously self-restrained when it came to drunk sex. She didn’t do something stupid like-

…no.

“No.”

“No, what?”

“I did not call you that,” Nami hissed, burying her face in the pillow.

“I mean, it wasn’t-“

She felt like ripping her own hair out. She’d actually called him Daddy. To his face.

He was not supposed to know about that particular fantasy! It was just one little thing she read in one of those trashy romance books Robin hid on her bookshelf, and then she started thinking about it way too much, and by the time she realized it was a kink, she was way too embarrassed to even think about sharing that with Sanji.

Too bad Drunk Nami happened to be both extremely stupid and deliriously horny.

“Fuuuuuckkkkkkk…” she mumbled, her headache starting to return for different reasons. Sanji stroked her hair in a feeble attempt to comfort her, but she could practically sense the smugness radiating off him from a mile away. Son of a bitch.

Reluctantly, she pulled her face out of her pillow and glared at him, hoping she was still terrifying even when incapacitated and naked. It was hard to stay angry when faced with the wonderful sight of a deshabille Sanji, but she persevered.

“Don’t you dare say anything.”

“I didn’t!”

“You want to.”

“I mean, yeah, but…”

“Shut up.”

Mercifully, he did. For five seconds. 

“I mean… it’s not out of the question for us, though.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

He laid down next to her, his lips right up against her ear. “Not the first time we’ve played with something like this… right, mommy?”

That had shivers running down her spine. Sometimes she missed it when he was just the fumbling teenager dramatically declaring his love for her in the middle of a floating restaurant - she didn’t always know what to do with this sexy powerhouse of a man. And… he wasn’t wrong. “Mommy” was one of Sanji’s favorite things to call Nami in bed, to the point she’d come to bear it as something of a royal title. It always made her feel powerful, like she could rule the world that was their bedroom. 

Maybe… maybe Sanji deserved the chance to rule the world too. Just for right now.

“...no,” she admitted sheepishly, her embarrassment starting to turn into something equally heated, but far more pleasant. “So… I’m guessing you don’t mind?”

“If you’d been sober, I would’ve had you up against the door right then and there. Jerked off as soon as you were tucked in. Hence this,” he chuckled, gesturing at his own naked form as his hand slid down her back to cup the curve of her ass.

“Awww, didn’t want to give me a show?”

“I’d rather give you one you’d remember properly.”

Nami snickered, pushing her ass back into his hands insistently. “Well, you know what they say. No time like the present.”

Sanji let out a low whistle, gratuitously squeezing the round flesh before prying her cheeks apart and tapping one finger teasingly against her hole. She dared to raise her head again - and her breath was stolen away by how hungry he looked for her. His eyes matched his flames - stunning, electric blue, burning with the kind of passion only she could inspire in him. 

“Don’t worry, baby girl,” he assured her, licking his lips. “Daddy will take good care of you.”

Sanji made good on his promise to give her a show.

She’d never thought someone could both be incredible at eating cunt and look wildly sexy while doing it, but here he was to prove her wrong. His face was the picture of determined concentration, his hands an iron grip on the back of her thighs. Each teasing flick of his tongue felt like heaven, and she had to clench her fists in the sheets just so she could concentrate on something besides the mind-numbing pleasure rocketing through her body. 

“Sanji-”

The instant she said his name, he pulled completely off of her, licking his lips. The whine Nami let out at the loss of sensation had to be one of the most humiliating noises she’d ever made. 

“Wha-”

“Ah, ah, ah, baby girl,” he chided, pressing the pad of his finger to her clit with a featherlight touch. “You’re not being a very good girl right now. And bad girls don’t get nice things.”

“What- what do I-”

“You know what to say, baby girl. Ask Daddy nicely, and he’ll take care of you.”

Shit - he was really into this, wasn’t he? Nami’s face burned with shame, but it did nothing to overpower her arousal - quite the opposite, in fact.

“Please, please, Daddy - touch me, please-”

Immediately, Sanji stuck two fingers into her folds, scissoring her open with quick, small motions - certainly not enough to properly prep her for his cock, but instead just making her brain turn to mush. The low chuckle that reached her ears had to be one of the sexiest sounds she’d ever heard.

“I don’t know if that’s good enough for my mouth, baby girl,” he purred, his eyes lidded and smoky. “Definitely not enough for my cock. But I don’t think that’ll be a problem, will it? I think you can come just like this - just from my fingers.”

He was probably right - she already felt impossibly close, heat pooled in the pit of her belly and her back arched, her muscles feeling like a rope pulled taut and ready to snap at any moment. His eyes locked on hers, and he grinned sinisterly. 

“I don’t know if you deserve to come though, baby girl. You were so bad last night - acting out and being so fucking slutty. It was like you were begging for anyone to bend you over a table and fuck your brains out. And flashing the whole crew like that - showing off what’s mine. I swear, I should keep you tied to the floor if you’re gonna be like that. Though, I guess that’d just turn you on too.”

“Mean- you’re so mean, Daddy-”

“You like it,” he murmured. “You like it when I’m mean. You like it when I remind you who owns you - and since you seem to have forgotten…”

He leaned in, lips brushing against her ear.

“I’ll stuff you full of me. Pump you full of me over and over and over again til you’re bursting with me. All nice and plumped up with my come. And with any luck? It’ll take - and you won’t be the only one calling me daddy.”

That was it - the rope snapped and Nami’s back arched clear off the bed. Everything - the scissoring, the scolding, Sanji’s powerful frame looming over her and completely consuming her, his possessiveness, the fantasy - all of it was too much for her to bear.The roaring in her ears didn’t drown out her screams - some of which sounded a lot like “daddy.”

By the time she came back to herself, she’d already been cleaned up and was back in Sanji’s arms, getting more kisses peppered all over her face; only now, she was in pure post-orgasmic bliss instead of hungover misery. This time, she allowed the onslaught of affection without any fuss.

“So fuckin’ good for me,” he whispered, pressing kisses to her shoulder in between each word. “Like a goddamn dream. You’re so perfect.”

“Careful, you might make me wanna go again,” she teased. Because that was such an unattractive prospect.

She stared up at him, pushing back against his still rock-hard dick and making him jump.

“After all - you gotta keep those promises of yours… Daddy.”

Sanji sighed wistfully. “You’re gonna kill me one of these days. And I’ll thank you.” 

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“Just put it in,” Nami whined, wriggling her hips in a desperate attempt to get Sanji to speed up. Much as she loved to play the composed relaxed one, she could be just as needy as him when she got worked up - and he loved it.

He scissored his fingers in her one more time just to make sure she was ready for him - never willing to hurt her unless she wanted to feel the burn - and bent down, pressing a quick kiss to her belly. 

“Just one moment, love,” he whispered, pulling back just enough so his fingers slipped out of her. Her needy whine sent a delicious shiver up his spine. She wouldn't be mourning that loss for much longer.

He reached to his left, where he’d put the condom, and brought the wrapper to his teeth. Midway through tearing it open though, he felt a hand on his free one. He glanced at Nami, puzzled. She was spread out on her back, propping herself up on her elbows, and had the most blissful smile decorating her face. And a familiar hint of mischievous scheming in her eyes.

“Leave it off.”

At first, Sanji thought he’d just heard her wrong - that tended to happen when all his blood was in his dick instead of his head - but after a few moments of confusion, it really sunk in what she’d just said.

“What-”

“You’re clean, aren’t you?”

Well, of course he was, but-

“And so am I. I want to feel you.”

He finally found his voice after that last part, trying to keep himself under control despite his dick’s enthusiastic support.

“Nami- that’s just… why?”

They always used condoms, even after making sure they were both clean. He couldn’t run that kind of risk, especially with how frequently they had sex. Nami never asked for him to wear one, but he’d never considered forgoing it.

“I want to feel you, bare, going deeper than ever,” Nami sighed, running her hand down her side. Sanji couldn’t help but follow the movement with his eyes. “No barriers, nothing in between. Just you and me.”

Horny Sanji was agreeing with everything she was saying, but rational Sanji managed to win out for just long enough to ask more.

“What about me coming? You want me to pull out, or should I-”

“Come in me.”

Fear flooded his body. Horny Sanji was ecstatic. Rational Sanji was screaming at him to stop, but horny Sanji had always been stronger.

“But- but, Nami! You might get-”

“So what if I do?” 

She pulled him closer, basically crawling into his lap, and cupped his cheeks in her hands. His own were trembling, but he managed to hold onto her waist to steady himself.

“We’ve been together for so long, Sanji,” she murmured, running her hand through his hair. “We’ve handled so much together. I’ve seen you at your best and at your worst. I’ve seen you with kids. I’ve seen you take care of strangers. I’ve felt you take care of me. There is nothing that could convince me that you wouldn’t be a great father.”

Father - that word held so much meaning to him. Father meant bone-chilling fear, exhaustion, bruises on every inch of his body. Father meant a dark, filthy room full of bugs. Father meant a heavy helmet weighing his head down. To him, father meant everything it wasn’t supposed to. But, the way Nami said it… she almost made it sound appealing.

He started pulling away, his cock deflating slightly. This- this was a lot to wrap his head around all at once, and he didn’t know if this was the right state of mind or dress to do that in. But as soon as he tried, Nami’s legs came up and wrapped around his hips, locking him in place, and she fixed him with an unreadable expression - somewhere between compassion and frustration.

“I know you don’t believe me,” she whispered, her face crumpling slightly - a sight that made Sanji feel like the worst person on Earth. “But it’s true. It really is, hon. I’m not scared. I want this. I want your baby.”

Even briefly ignoring how fucking hot that last statement was… Sanji let himself imagine it for a moment. He’d daydreamed about such a scenario a thousand times before - a little red haired girl running around the lawn deck, or a sweet boy with his momma’s mocha eyes next to him in the kitchen - but that was all it ever had been before: a daydream. He’d never let it be more than that. Never thought it could be more than that. But, with what she was saying… the idea was sounding more possible by the second.

A pinch to his nipple sent him straight back to the moment, and Nami’s hips pushed against his with an urgency he hadn’t felt before. More honeyed words spilled out of her lips, infecting his mind and pulling him deeper into her grip.

“I know you’d be so good for me, baby,” she groaned, and Sanji wondered for a moment if she was going to come just by grinding up against him. “You’d be such a good daddy - for me and the baby. And I know you’d be good for me right now, huh? If you just got inside and stuffed me like a damn piping bag, huh?”

That choice of words finally broke him. He growled, finally forgetting about silly things like protection and condoms, and just drove into her as fast as he could without hurting her. His pace was fast and brutal, the sound of skin slapping against skin bouncing off the walls of their bedroom. 

Despite all the sudden stimulation, Nami managed to keep talking, fantasies punched out of her in between her moans, affected almost to the point of babbling. “Fuck- oh, you like that, don’t you? Yeah, just think of it - think of me stuffed full of you, packed to the brim with your cum. And I- oh fuck, right there-”

Sanji’s grin could outshine the sun, drilling into her G-spot with practiced precision. “I don’t know, darling… I don’t think I can come enough in one try to really stuff you. I’ll need to do it again. And again. And again,” he growled, punctuating each ‘again’ with a powerful thrust that forced the most delicious gasps out of Nami’s mouth. “Just filling you up with enough cum to make you fucking fat with it. Your belly’s gonna be all swollen way before you’re pregnant - it’ll look like you’re already 8 months in.”

That line of thought had him wondering what she’d look like when she was actually far into the pregnancy - heavy and waddling, her thighs thickened and her hips wider, her tits even more engorged than they already were, maybe leaking a bit as her body morphed to carry her baby- Sanji’s baby- and it would all be because of him-

He hurtled towards the edge faster than he would’ve liked, but Nami kept him locked in place with her legs, her mouth open and her tongue hanging out, her face a picture of ecstasy. She still somehow managed to gasp out a few more words - “Fuck yes, stuff me- fill me up, baby, give it to me, give me your baby, give me your baby-!” - before Sanji could feel the cum rushing out of her, trying to suck him in even deeper. By some miracle, he managed to stave off his orgasm for just a few more seconds so he could pull out. He didn’t make it any longer than that, though: as soon as he was safely out of her, he was spurting all over her belly.

He collapsed by her side, his head a delicious fog. Vaguely clocking the mess all over her, he tried propping himself up to grab a towel - before his arms gave out and he landed back on the bed completely motionless.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his vision swimming. It had been a long time since he’d come that hard. “Goddamn…”

“You can say that again,” Nami chuckled, rolling over to give him a perfect view of her face - a mixture of confusion and a tinge of disappointment. Sanji blinked away the fuzziness in his eyes, concern replacing the post-nut bliss.

“Are you-”

“I told you to come in me,” she cut him off, chewing her lip nervously. “Why didn’t you?”

Oh. His hand immediately found her hip, giving it a gentle, reassuring, if a bit gratuitous squeeze, before pulling her in to snuggle.

“It’s… it’s not the right time, love,” he murmured, guilt still filling him even though he knew he’d done the right thing. She probably did too - it just needed to be said aloud. “We’re not ready to have a baby - it’s a huge responsibility. We can’t. Not yet.”

Nami sighed, nodding. She buried her face in his neck, her hands finding their way around his waist in a vice hold. Her breathing was starting to slow, and Sanji found himself stroking her hair to help lull her to sleep. As her eyes fluttered shut and she started to drift into dreamland, he couldn’t help himself and whispered one last thing to her.

“One day, angel. One day.”

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Nami didn’t know how she’d gotten in this position and she wasn’t sure how to feel. On the one hand, she was being led through a maze of hallways with no clue where she was going and could quite easily get murdered. On the other hand, the guy leading her was easily the hottest man she’d ever seen and was giving her a wonderful view of his incredible ass, and well… she’d always been a sucker for a perfect derriere. 

Mr. Prince’s heels clacked on the floor as they went deeper into Iva’s backrooms, filling an otherwise choking silence. Even if Nami knew what to say, she wasn’t sure she could say anything - this guy just took her breath away. With a face and body like that, she’d expect to see him in some big-budget porn production, not in a club five miles away from her apartment - and certainly not interested in her. Yeah, she was hot, but hot girls probably came here every night. What made her special?

Oh, yeah - the fact I paid, she reminded herself, snapping back to reality. You’re not special, Nami. You just gave him the most cash and he’s doing his job. It’s a rule here, he said it himself. Don’t be delusional.

She was so caught up in rerooting herself in reality that she nearly walked into Mr. Prince when he stopped in the middle of the hallway. 

“Oh, sorry!” he chuckled, backing up a bit.

“What are you- why’d you stop?”

“We’re here.”

Nami glanced at the door next to him, raising an eyebrow. “Where’s here, exactly?”

Mr. Prince winked, grinning as his hand found the doorknob. “Take a look.”

He swung the door open and immediately strode in, Nami in hot pursuit. What she saw made her flush even brighter. 

It was a private showroom. A pole like the one on stage stood in the center of the room with a plush armchair facing it. A small jukebox was a few feet away - pole dancing was probably pretty hard without music, she reasoned. Purple ambient lights focused on the pole and bathed them in a warm, sultry glow that made Nami’s head spin. There was even a small bar in the corner stocked to the brim with every kind of alcohol imaginable. That was where Mr. Prince went first, seemingly examining the options.

“What would you like?” 

It took Nami a few seconds to realize he was talking about the booze and not how she wanted him. (She had plenty of ideas for that.) “Uh- Jesus, talk about a VIP experience.”

“I told you, we're in the business of rewarding high-paying customers,” he remarked, his voice silky and infectious. “Beer? Vodka? Gin? Whiskey?”

Nami took a steadying breath, trying to remember who she was. She was Nami - she was sexy, she was confident, and she was the furthest thing from a virgin, even if she felt that way right now. She sucked in a breath, smiling and coming up behind him to gently put her hand over his. The proximity was more intoxicating than any booze ever could be.

“Alcohol’s not really on my mind right now,” she murmured, having to get on her tiptoes to get anywhere close to his ear. Jesus, this guy was tall without the heels - with them, she felt like a midget.

Mr. Prince let out a long, low sigh, turning to fix those stunning blue eyes on her. Despite the fact that she had a huge flock of butterflies in her belly, she managed to stay somewhat composed as he cupped her cheek with a gentle hand, looking at her like she was a precious gem.

It’s for the money. He’s doing it for the money.

“Alright then,” he whispered. “Then what is on your mind, beautiful?”

A lot of things - but one thing in particular was especially tempting. Nami dragged her hand up his arm before greedily tracing her finger over the oh-so-teasing crown cutout in his top, resisting the temptation to just bury her face in those perfect tits. Maybe later - if he’d let her. Maybe he’d even let her feel up his ass if she was lucky.

“How pretty you’d look shaking your ass for me.”

His grin was blinding.

“Anything for you.”

He slid out of her hold with ease, intertwining their fingers and leading her over to the armchair, gently pushing her to sit. He turned back to the jukebox, and- ok, he did not have to bend over that much, he was just toying with her at this point. She couldn’t say she didn’t love it though - both the view and his playfulness.

He’s doing it for the money.

Nami tried to calm her racing heart and remember what she was here for, but the music interrupted her thoughts.

I~ I was ‘bout to stay at home tonight,

But my friend wouldn’t take no,

Grabbed my money, keys and phone,

And I was out

So girl, so girl,

I~ saw you standing there across the room

Yeah~

I watched the whole room freeze when you looked back at me

Through the crowd~

It wasn’t the sexiest song she’d ever heard, certainly not the kind of song she’d expect for a strip tease or lap dance. But the way Mr. Prince started moving to the lyrics, he probably could make any song sexy. She’d had a taste of what he could do while he was on stage, but up close and personal? She thought she might actually start drooling - he was shaking his ass so hard it was actually jiggling just a few inches from her face, those little black shorts practically painted on. Not to mention how he was running his hands over his torso, massaging his tits and squeezing his snatched waist - god, it was fucking tiny. 

He swiped his tongue over his lips before digging his fingers into his hair, spinning on his heel, and planting his hands on the armrests, caging her in with his powerful arms.  Now his tits were at eye-level, his cleavage pressed together by his compression top and coated in sweat from all his dancing. Nami wanted to lick it out through the cutout. 

Mr. Prince looped his arms around her neck, sliding into her lap with his powerful thighs bracketing her hips, and- oh fuck, he was hard. Really fucking hard. Even if she hadn’t felt it, she could see the wet spot starting to form - those shorts covered nothing. 

That… that wasn’t the kind of thing he could fake. 

“Y’know,” he chuckled, his eyes sparkling as he ground against her, making Nami’s throat close up. “I’m not against providing… extra benefits, if that’s what you want.”

Nami had to muster up every last sliver of restraint in her body to not throw caution to the wind and rut against him like a bitch in heat until they both came. Instead, she chewed her lip, weighing the pros and cons of sleeping with the hottest man she’d ever met who also happened to be a stripper. Unsurprisingly, there weren’t many cons.

Still, she tried to maintain some measly kind of composure and gently gripped his hips with what she hoped was a collected expression. “I dunno, what exactly does ‘extra benefits’ entail?”

“Whatever you want it to.”

“Hmmm… that’s a lot of power to put in a stranger’s hands, handsome,” she teased. “You don’t know what kind of freaky shit I’m into.”

“Working this job, you tend to see plenty of freaky shit,” he pointed out, “Not much surprises me these days. And besides…”

He leaned in, cupping her cheeks gently before running a tantalizing finger along the waistband of his shorts, even hooking them in and sliding the fabric down ever so slightly. 

“With someone like you… I’d do a lot to please you.”

Nami’s self-control was falling apart faster by the second. It was getting harder to tell herself he was only doing this for the money.

“Y-y…you sure you wanna do this?”

“More than anything.”

That was all the encouragement Nami needed to grab his ass and give it a hearty squeeze - fuck, it was even softer than it looked - before leaning up to smash her lips into his. He gave as good as he got, their bodies melding together until she didn’t know where she ended and he began. Mr. Prince then took the liberty of cupping her tits, bouncing them in his hands as if testing their weight.

“Oh fuck, fuck, that’s hot-” he mumbled between kisses, not daring to put even an inch of distance between them. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful-”

By the time he’d wriggled out of his shorts and his rock-hard cock was pressed between their stomachs, any sign of the controlled, seductive stripper had completely vanished - now he was just a horny, begging, desperate slut and Nami was 90% sure she was already in love with him. He was so sensitive too - when she loosely wrapped her hand around his dick, he whimpered. When she gave him the hardest spank she could in this position, he threw his head back with a gasp. When she pried his ass cheeks apart to let cool air wash over his hole, he bounced eagerly in her lap, his cock spurting out pre like a fountain. And when she shoved two fingers in his hole unlubed while simultaneously jerking him off, he screamed as he came all over himself, a few strings of his cum landing on the crown cutout in his top. Nami’s mouth watered.

“H-holy shit,” he gasped, his body trembling in the aftershocks. “I- fuck, it has been… a while since I came that hard.”

He instantly slid off his lap, and before Nami could ask what was wrong, he dropped to his knees and started pulling at her shorts with a kind of urgency she never expected.

“I- uh-”

He paused, looking up at her in confusion. “What? Do you not want me to?”

“You want to?”

“Holy fuck, yes. I’ve- fuck, I need to.”

Nami didn’t dare ask any more questions in case she ruined this, so she just lifted her hips enough to help Mr. Prince pull her shorts off and reach her soaking cunt. In seconds, his mouth was all around her, his tongue swirling around her clit masterfully. Between that, the lap dance having worked her up so much, and the leftover sexual tension from his performance outside, it didn’t take her very long to come all over his face. 

He stayed on his knees, massaging her thighs and continuing to clean up the mess she’d made one slow lick at a time, only stopping when she started gasping from overstimulation. Then, he sat back on his haunches and wiped his mouth, grinning ear to ear - the face of a man who’d done his job and done it well. 

“I-I can see why you’re such a big name around here,” Nami chuckled once her brain stopped melting. “Shit, you’re good.”

“That’s my job.”

“You do that to all the girls who pay you 200 bucks?”

To her surprise, he blinked and tilted his head. “Was that how much you gave me?”

That had Nami sitting up in shock. “Wha- yeah, obviously! Did you not look at the money?”

“No.”

“How’d you know I paid the most then?”

“What are you talking about?”

“What you said back there? The ‘special rule’? Person who pays the most gets an hour with the performer?”

“Oh, that! Uh…” He scratched the back of his neck sheepishly, blush dusting his cheeks. “That’s, uh… not really a rule? I just, maybe, sort of… made that up.”

Nami thought her heart might explode. “Wha- So why-”

“If I’m being honest, I just… really wanted to meet you. And maybe sleep with you if things went well.”

Mr. Prince grabbed his discarded shorts, still blabbering on as Nami sat in stone-cold silence. “Look, I get it if you’re pissed, and I don’t expect you to say yes, since- y’know, this is what I do and all… but if you want, we could- y’know, maybe… you and I could-”

“Do you have a pen?”

He stopped in the middle of pulling up his shorts. “What?”

“How am I gonna give you my number if I don’t write it down?” she teased.

His expression was angelic.

Chapter Text

“Why do you insist on involving me in this? Every. God. Damn. Time.”

“If we involved you every time, you’d never sleep,” Nami pointed out, though she wasn’t sure he slept to begin with.

“I thought you were done having me do… this kind of shit for you after I gave you a cock?”

“And believe me, I’m grateful for that generous donation,” Nami assured him.

“Me too,” Sanji chimed in.

“But this is the last one, for real.”

The doctor gave them both a flat look, folding his arms. “For real?”

“For the foreseeable future,” Nami corrected herself, shrugging. “And we’ll recompense you again.”

“What do you want this time?”

“Nothing too major, a minor procedure. Just-”

“We want to switch us,” Sanji interrupted, practically vibrating with excitement. Law shot him a confused glance.

“Switch you, as in-”

“Our bodies,” Nami confirmed, nodding. “Put me in his body, put him in mine.”

Law didn’t look grossed out. Yet, at least. “Haven’t I already done that?”

“Yes, but we didn’t exactly get to do anything the first time around. And given how much fun he had in my body,” Nami pointed out, jutting her thumb at a sheepish Sanji. “I’d like to do the same.”

Law sighed and leaned back, one hand on his chin. His eyes were dark with thought, and he occasionally tugged on his lip. Nami had to admit, she was getting a bit nervous - but he didn’t look outright disgusted, which was a positive sign. Eventually, the surgeon leaned forward and laced his fingers together.

“I have one condition.” 

“Yes, yes, I’ll pay you,” Nami assured him, waving her hand dismissively. “How does 25 million sound?”

“I don’t want money this time around.”

That caught her by surprise, but she perked up and grinned, winking at Sanji. They didn’t even have to pay? Perfect!

“Alright then! What is it?”

“This has never happened before… two people having sex while in each other’s bodies. At least, not while I’ve been the holder of the Op-Op Fruit. I’m curious about what exactly is going to happen while you two are fucking.”

Sanji blinked. “What, you want us to… take notes or something? About what happens while we’re-?”

“Nah. Doubt you two will be accurate about it. Besides, your hands will be plenty busy.” The doctor leaned forward, giving them both an intense, burning stare. “I’ll need to observe personally.”

Sanji flushed scarlet, while Nami gaped at Law wide-eyed. Was he…

“You want… to… to watch?” Sanji whispered, shifting his weight nervously.

“Consider it purely scientific. Educational purposes. I won’t even say anything - just observe.”

They’d never had an audience before. Sure, they’d toyed around with public fucking and exhibitionism, window dressing even, and watching each other while they both got off wasn’t uncommon for them - but all of those times, they’d been almost completely alone. And if they weren’t, they were subtle about it, being extra careful not to alert anyone. To purposely have eyes on them… that was new territory. It should be nerve-wracking. Scary, even.

But Nami couldn’t deny… the concept kind of appealed to her. And it was Law. The man was the perfect dom: his mere presence commanded obedience and performance. Of all the people to give a show, he was not a bad option. Besides, even if he insisted it was purely for research purposes… he deserved a good show, for how hard he worked. (And putting up with their horny bullshit.)

She gave Sanji a side eye, smirking slyly. “I don’t mind. Baby?”

Sanji froze, tensing. For a moment, Nami thought he was going to say no, his stage fright taking over - but then he nodded, scratching the back of his neck.

“If it means we can swap again… I’ll do it.”

Law gave him a satisfied grin, lacing his tattooed fingers together. “Perfect. When exactly did you want to… start?”

“Tonight was the plan,” Nami said easily, shrugging as if she was talking about the shopping, not planning what might have been the kinkiest sex of her life.

“Then tonight it is.”

Stepping inside the familiar territory of her and Sanji’s bedroom, Nami was instantly aware of the palpable tension in the air. Sanji was sitting at the end of the bed, his hands twisting in the blanket and his eyes firmly fixed on the floor. Law sat in the armchair that faced their bed, his legs crossed and almost looking bored. 

Nami knelt in front of Sanji, taking his hands in hers. She smiled gently, trying to convey quiet reassurance through her eyes.

“If you don’t want to do this, baby… we don’t have-”

“I want to,” he insisted, chewing his bottom lip. His eyes darted between her and Law, barely disguised concern in his expression - but his breath hissed through his teeth and his face grew stony and certain.

“Let’s do this.”

Nami turned to Law, nodding. The doctor chuckled, lifting his hand casually and fixing them with simultaneously the most devious and cheerful expression she’d ever seen him give. She wasn’t sure whether to be frightened or anticipatory. She settled for both. 

“Room.”

His controlled space expanded around them, just big enough to fit in the room and not alert anyone else on the ship to what was going on. The couple exchanged glances and nodded at him to continue. He twisted his wrist, his fingers extended in their classic gesture.

“Shambles.”

The sensation of body switching had always been a disorienting one, and this time was no different. One moment, Nami was kneeling on the floor waiting for Law to make the switch. The next, she was on top of the bed, looking herself in the face.

If she was being completely honest with herself, being in Sanji’s body was far from the most unpleasant experience. The feeling of so much coiled power lingering under her skin was an intoxicating one, and she knew every pressure point and unique feature like the back of her hand at this point. It was a shock to suddenly feel so much lighter in front, but again - she couldn’t complain. Especially given the view she was treated to.

Sanji was already running his hands over his new body, his face lit up in one of the most radiant expressions she’d ever seen on him. Or maybe that was just because she’d never seen herself make that expression before- no, nope. No. If she thought about this too hard, she was going to give herself a migraine, and those tended to be a major turn-off.

“Hey there,” she murmured, grateful she still kept her original voice. “How you feeling?”

“Like I could die happy,” Sanji muttered wistfully, bouncing his new tits in his hands. “God, they’re so heavy. And- fuck-”

His fingers trailed over the soft curve of his waist, gratuitously squeezing the thick flesh of his newly rounded hips, before inching down to-

“No.”

The swapped couple looked up in shock at the harsh command, blue and brown eyes alike fixated on Law. Nami’s mouth went dry - the doctor looked like a whole new man. There was a hungry gleam in his eyes, steely and vicious like a predator’s. He was leaning forward, his chin resting in his palm and his elbow on his knee, and the biggest grin Nami had ever seen stretching across his face.

“Don’t touch yourself, Black Leg-ya. Not yet.”

This wasn’t what they had agreed on. Law had promised to be quiet after he swapped them, just be observing. Purely scientific, or whatever the hell he’d said. This did not feel scientific. But… Nami liked this development. She liked it a lot. And given how Sanji had immediately raised his hands, trembling at the command, he didn’t seem to be opposed either. 

“Undress, both of you,” Law ordered, his voice a deep rumble. “Slowly.”

Nami chuckled, swiping her fingers through the blond bangs in front of her eyes. “Damn, Tra-guy. You always this bossy, or are we just lucky?”

“Don’t forget who’s making this all happen, Nami-ya. Shirt off. Now.”

Much as she wanted to keep teasing him, that last growl had her gut clenching with want. Besides, she wasn’t sure she wanted to test Law too much - yet, at least. So she shucked off the button up still hanging loosely from her shoulders and daringly ran a hand down the smooth planes of her new body’s chest. She loved her own body, she really did - but Sanji’s abs and heavy pecs always made her weak in the knees, and even if it was only for a little while, it was nice to feel that as if everything was her own.

Returning her attention to the wonderful sight between her legs, she let out a harsh breath through her nose. Sanji had tossed her tank top out of sight and was admiring every inch of newly revealed skin. It was nothing he hadn’t seen before, but it never seemed to get old. Nami grinned, patting the powerful muscle of her thighs.

“Come up here, gorgeous,” she murmured, her voice dropping low. “Wanna feel you.”

Sanji scrambled to follow her instruction, quickly bracketing her hips with his legs and wrapping his arms around her neck. Nami risked a glance over at Law and she shuddered at the sight - the doctor looked like he could eat them both whole. She wouldn’t complain, personally.

Sanji turned his head too, his expression purely blissful at this point. “Like what you see, Tra-guy?”

“Maybe I do.”

Law readjusted in his seat, putting one hand behind his head and spreading his legs a bit wider. With the new angle, Nami realized with a jolt that as calm as he looked, he wasn’t quite so unaffected. And… she liked the thought.

She liked it enough that her pants were starting to get uncomfortably tight - something Sanji noticed right away.

“Well, hello there,” he giggled, wiggling his ass against the hardening cock beneath him, the movement making Nami spasm with excitement. He bounced experimentally and she had to grab his hips and squeeze for dear life just so she had something to focus on besides the mind numbing pleasure rocketing through her body.

Trying to regain some of her composure, Nami ran her finger down the cleft of Sanji’s ass, pausing for just a moment over his hole. “Someone’s eager.”

“Then I see no reason you should delay,” Law’s sharp voice cut through the air again, pure authority radiating from his tone. “Go on - you both know what you came here to do. So do it.”

Nami snickered, both at Law’s barely disguised impatience and Sanji’s adorably embarrassed face. “Goddamn, Tra-guy! Not much for foreplay, are you?”

“Some of us have important things to do, Nami-ya.”

“I’d say what I’m about to do is pretty important,” she retorted, nipping at Sanji’s clavicle. “Or I guess, who I’m about to do.”

“Then get on with it.”

Rolling her eyes, but finding his insistence both a bit funny and very sexy, she hoisted Sanji up off her lap and threw him onto the bed, his head resting against the footboard. When she climbed on top of him, drinking in the glorious sight beneath her, she could also look up and gauge Law’s reactions.

Given that his fly was open and his hand dipped inside to palm at his cock, she had a feeling he wasn’t complaining.

Now that they were in a proper position, Nami got to start her favorite part of the process - taking Sanji apart piece by piece. Only this time, it was even better for both of them: as well as she knew his body, it was nothing compared to how well she knew her own. She knew exactly how much pressure to apply at the most precise points. She knew where to run her tongue over and kiss the most sensitive patches of skin. On top of that, Sanii’s reactions were everything she could hope for and more. Every movement had him squirming and grinding up against her, desperate to get to the main event. He was sensitive already - now that he was living out one of his greatest fantasies? Nami was stunned he hadn’t come already.

Well - she would fix that soon enough.

When she put the first finger in, Sanji’s back arched off the bed and his lips caught on a silent gasp, his eyes almost bulging out of his head. She couldn’t blame him - his fingers were huge and her body was tight as hell, it was always a rush when the first one went in. From then on though, she showed no mercy: burying herself in up to the second knuckle, twisting her finger about and crooking it to reach hit every sensitive spot that she could, and using her free hand to keep Sanji pinned to the bed. That last one was particularly fun for her - any time they played with bondage or restraints before, there had to be a certain suspension of disbelief. Nothing Nami did could keep Sanji contained, not properly - but now? She didn’t even have to struggle to keep him anchored beneath her, and that kind of power was dangerous in her hands.

Before she could add another finger though, another command cut through the air.

“Slow down,” Law ordered, his voice overly level and measured, as if he was trying to hold himself back. “You’ll break him at that pace, Nami-ya.”

“What happened to having important things to do?” Nami couldn’t help but needle.

“…maybe I can reconsider my priorities.”

She looked up to keep teasing, but the sight that greeted her stole the breath from her lungs. Law looked unraveled: his golden eyes locked onto hers, looking like molten glass and glittering in the dimmed light. He’d shoved his pants down with his boxers to give himself better access to his cock, and- holy fuck.

So he had tattoos everywhere apparently.

…Nami never considered herself one for threesomes, but if they could convince Law to put up with their bullshit again, she might want to explore new possibilities.

But that was for another time - one where she didn’t have a writhing, desperate Sanji underneath her. 

She tried to follow Law’s orders the best she could, but it was impossible to slow down when Sanji was begging her for more, fucking himself back onto her fingers with the most adorably needy puppy-dog face he could muster. She might’ve rushed the prep a bit, especially when she got to the third finger, but hey - she would be the one feeling the stretch later, not him! Besides, who could blame her for wanting to get to the main event, especially when she’d never fucked someone before! (At least, not with a cock she could actually feel.)

She wasn’t the most graceful with the condom and lube either, fumbling to get the rubber on before smearing it in excessive amounts over herself. (Again, in her defense, these were parts she was not used to having.) Nami growled in frustration, lining herself up with the inviting depths of Sanji’s hole but accidentally poking around his rim mistakenly a few times. What the fuck was wrong with her, she’d fucked him with a strap-on a million times before this, how was this so different-

…oh. Oh FUCK.

Well, she’d made it inside. And good fucking God… 

Ok, yeah. This was… nothing like a strap-on. Nothing at all like a strap-on - it was so fucking tight and hot, it felt like a vice squeezing her from all sides, spasming and clenching erratically. She’d definitely underestimated how much prep Sanji needed, fuck- 

The moan that tore out of Sanji’s throat was easily the most delicious sound Nami had ever heard in her life. “Fuck, fuck, f-fuuuuuuuck! Na-Nami, Nami, please, please, go deeper, deeper, deeper please-”

How could she deny him when he begged so prettily? 

It still wasn’t pretty or graceful - Sanji was so tight she needed to give several small thrusts to properly fit inside, and by that point, they were both panting from arousal. There was the furious sound of skin rubbing on skin - Law, of course - providing a sort of background music for them as Nami began thrusting in earnest. There was no methodical rhyme or rhythm to it like there would be if she was wearing her strap-on - all she was focused on was making the most of this while she had the chance. 

On one particularly hard thrust, Nami seemingly nailed the g-spot and Sanji arched his back, his mouth open in a silent gasp. She took full advantage of that by throwing his legs over his shoulders, readjusting her angle to properly nail it every time she dove inside him. Not to mention she could watch Law jack himself off like this. Give him some of his own treatment.

Sanji came first, of course. Nami had the wonderful idea to start flicking his clit with her finger in time with her thrusts, and he was done for by then. It was more for her own benefit than anything else: she’d been hurtling to the edge much faster than she would’ve liked and needed to do something about it. (Now she understood why Sanji always felt embarrassed after coming too fast. Not that she complained - biggest compliment she’d ever gotten.)

It backfired a bit - the spasming of his walls only sent her flying into euphoria. She barely lasted another two seconds before she was stuffing him full of his cum, her hips still lazily pumping to fill him as much as she could. By the time she ran dry, she barely had enough presence of mind to pull out before her arms gave out and she collapsed on top of him. 

Their sweat, cum, and the tears drying on Sanji’s made a cocktail that should’ve been disgusting, but Nami could only find it intoxicating. She pressed some gentle butterfly kisses to his neck, squeezing his waist protectively.

“You did so good for me, baby boy.”

Sanji’s voice was a bit weak as he chuckled, his eyes slowly fluttering open. “You were better. That’s… that was…fuck.”

The praise made her twitch down below. Right - Sanji had a non-existent refractory period. One of many of his body’s perks. If her mind wasn’t so exhausted, she’d have been tempted to go for a second round.

“Never thought fucking myself could be that sexy,” she quipped, nestling a bit closer to him and reveling in his giggles. 

Then she remembered they weren’t alone.

“Tra-guy- I mean, Law- are you”

Nami forced her boneless arms to support her as she tried to check on their voyeur - and she was glad she did. Law looked just as contentedly exhausted as they were - his own cum was dribbling down his cock, some even having landed on his chest and belly. His eyes looked less freezing bronze and more warm gold, giving the pair a surprisingly soft look.

Sanji also shifted a bit to properly look at the doctor, whistling a bit under his breath. “Well… did you get all the notes you wanted?”

“Oh, wonderful… observations from you two,” Law chuckled, rubbing his non cum-covered hand through his hair. “Not much in the way of notes though, I’m afraid.”

“Shame. Guess we’ll just have to run the experiment again,” Nami posited, letting a sliver of hope slip into her words, non-so-subtly asking if this could happen again. From the pleading look Sanji was giving the doctor, he was wondering the same thing.

“No, no, plenty of good research from this, Nami-ya,” Law assured her, making her heart sink like a stone. “I don’t think I’ll need to perform this particular test again. At least, not for research purposes.” 

The disappointment must’ve been evident on both her and Sanji’s faces, because Law’s next statement had a hint of embarrassment in it.

“That is… unless you want some more positive results.”

Sanji’s grin could’ve lit the depths of hell. “Well… I’m not usually one for the sciences, but I hear you need to usually perform multiple trials, you know? To ensure the results are consistent, and always a success.”

Law smirked and winked at them both. “Oh, I have no doubts about the success of future trials. I might enjoy adding more variables as well… maybe a third test subject.”

Nami had a feeling her bedroom life just got a LOT more exciting.