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The Thousand Sunny was blissfully peaceful at night. Most of its inhabitants were likely asleep in their beds for the night, and only the sounds of ocean waves crashing and wind whipping at the sails filled the crisp air.
Of course, it was also the best time of day for some alone time. Sanji was hardly a night owl, but he appreciated the quiet and stillness of the evening, a far contrast from the day’s chaos.
He sat on the couch in the ship’s library, reading through one of his cookbooks. In general, he thrived from the chaos of his friends and their adventures, but he liked the precious few hours in the evenings alone as he pored over recipes, planned meals, and put together grocery lists for their next stop.
He put the recipe book down. The clock in the corner struck midnight, chiming throughout the room. Looking over at it, he got to his feet and walked over to the hatch leading down to the kitchen and dining hall.
As Sanji descended the ladder down to the kitchen, he debated whether to have a cup of tea and a biscuit before retiring to the men’s quarters for the night.
Perhaps lemon tea? He reached the bottom of the ladder, recalling the precise location of a tin of chocolate and raspberry shortbreads in the pantry. Underneath the sack of onions in the right-hand corner in the little blue tin.
He had made a fresh batch a few nights ago, a selfish treat for the nights when he stayed up late. Of course, he was more than happy to share with anyone who wanted them, but he liked to keep an emergency supply hidden away.
The kitchen was nearly dark, with only the moonlight shining brightly through the windows leading outside to the main deck. The ship creaked softly underneath his feet as he walked over to the kitchen area and grabbed the shiny black kettle from its spot on the stove’s left burner. Pulling off the kettle’s lid, Sanji turned and moved to the sink to turn on the tap.
As he filled up the kettle with water for a fresh cup of tea, he reached down into one cabinet and pulled out the box of meticulously organized tea bags. He pulled out a yellow packet before turning back to the sink and shutting off the water.
The ship creaked, rocking gently, but the room was silent aside from the clock ticking in the corner.
He took the now full kettle and placed it back onto the stove, flicking on the burner and putting the lid back on. The gas from the burner hissed for a moment before blue flames settled underneath the kettle, illuminating the kitchen.
Sanji dug into his pockets for his cigarette case and lighter, unclasping it and plucking a cigarette from it. Then he placed it between his lips and shoved the cigarette case back into his pants pocket.
He had gotten into the habit of rolling his own cigarettes after he joined the Straw Hats when he realized he would need to ration them in between ports, and that was not something he wanted to compromise on, especially after Nami-san— oh, his beautiful Nami-san— quickly tore into him when he spent most of his pocket money replenishing his stash.
The lighter clicked open as he brought it closer to his mouth, lighting the pristinely rolled cigarette. Then he heard soft footsteps coming down the ladder and his gold lighter clicked shut. Raising his eyebrow, he glanced curiously over towards the ladder and took a drag on his cigarette.
It was just past midnight, so it was definitely not Luffy coming down for a middle of the night snack. That usually happened around two o’clock, so it could not have been him. And it probably was not Usopp who was on watch for the evening.
Sanji craned his neck slightly, narrowing his gaze as a pair of small slippers-clad feet came into focus on the top rung of the ladder. Well, it was definitely not Luffy or Usopp because neither of them wore slippers or had small feet.
He leaned forward a little more, taking another drag, and watching intently as a long pair of pale legs descended next. His chest swelled at the sight of such soft, pale, and smooth legs, and he immediately turned back around to face the stove. His cheeks flushed, and he tried to pretend like he had not been staring in anticipation of the owner of such wonderful limbs.
“Sanji-kun, you’re still awake,” Nami called out softly to him, reaching the bottom of the landing and looking over at him.
Resisting the urge to spin around and gaze upon her—well, everything—Sanji unlocked one of the kitchen cabinets with shaky, distracted hands and grabbed one of the ceramic mugs. He figured she must have been upstairs in the bathroom above the library and observation deck.
“Nami-san! I’m making some tea,” he replied finally, his chest continuing to swell with excitement. “Do you want some?”
Nami walked over to the counter, her slippers shuffling against the hardwood floor. “Ooh, what kind are you making?” She asked, smiling at him.
Sanji finally turned around to look at her after he had forced himself to remove two ceramic mugs from the cabinet before shutting it closed.
“Whatever you want, my…” He trailed off, shoulders slumping slightly as his heart practically leapt out of his chest at the sight of her. His cigarette nearly fell from between his lips, and he forgot entirely about the tea and biscuits.
The moonlight bathed Nami’s slim silhouette, gently illuminating her wavy orange hair around her shoulders. She wore a satin black and pink-flowered camisole that came just above her belly button and showed off her flat stomach. The camisole, much to Sanji’s delight, displayed her ample cleavage. The matching pair of shorts had a ruffled hem that barely covered her bottom. She was an absolute vision, a midnight feast for his eyes.
Of course, this was not the first time that Sanji had seen her wear this specific pajama set either, but he felt like she knew it was one of his favorites. She had many, many beautiful outfits, most of which were revealing, and he felt convinced that she also wore them in front of him as often as possible to drive him absolutely insane. Still, he certainly never tired of seeing her wearing this pajama set.
“Mm, whatever I want? Do we have any mint tea left?” Nami asked, trying hard not to smirk at him. She leaned against the side of the counter and looked hopefully at him, her breasts straining against the fabric of her top.
At that point, Sanji had forgotten how to make words or any sounds at all. The kettle whistled behind him, causing him to jump out of his skin and almost drop both mugs onto the floor.
“Y-Yes, of course!” Sanji said, blinking and nodding enthusiastically as his brain hurtled back to the ship’s kitchen from whatever erotic paradise it usually went to when Nami-san showed up, scantily clad or otherwise.
He put down the mugs, then turned off the burner with shaky hands and moved the kettle to a cold burner. Taking both packets in one hand, he ripped off the tops and placed each tea bag into its own mug. Naturally, this task proved difficult because he was having trouble calming his racing heart rate. Unfortunately for him, this was not the first time that his beloved Nami-san had swept downstairs to the kitchen and cornered him while wearing a skimpy outfit.
“Do we have any biscuits? I’m feeling a little hungry.” She shifted a little away from the counter and moved around to the other side, watching him hurriedly make their cups of tea.
“Ah, there are some in the cabinet, Nami-san!” He poured hot water into their mugs, noticing that she was moving around the island and into the kitchen. “I’ll get them for you though!”
She tilted her head at him as she leaned against the inner kitchen counter across from the large refrigerator. “Yeah, but I want the other ones.”
Sanji put down the kettle as he finished filling up their mugs. “Other ones—“
He turned and looked at her, eyes widening once he realized she was less than two feet away from him. He could not possibly lie to her about his secret biscuits stash. After all, he would do anything to feed this crew, and he would never, ever, under any circumstances, deny Nami-san anything.
She crossed her arms over her chest and looked pointedly at him. “I know you have a secret stash in the pantry, Sanji-kun.”
She straightened and uncrossed her arms, then smiled at him. “I watched you bake them the other night. They’re chocolate and raspberry shortbreads.”
Once again, he could not help but stare at the stretched fabric of her camisole. He could not tell before because it was too dark from across the kitchen, but now he saw that Nami-san was most definitely not wearing a bra. The kitchen was not cold, but he could see her nipples through the thin fabric, and it was just enough to make his cock throb, aching to touch her for the thousandth time.
She was going to be the death of him.
“I’ll always share with you, Nami-san!” He forced himself to straighten up, giving her a cheerful smile.
“Good.” She took a step closer to him and moved directly in front of his path, still smiling at him. “Sanji-kun…”
He turned, noticing that she was now blocking him from exiting the gallery, pausing for a moment to look her over.
This maneuver was familiar. She cornered him wearing a sexy outfit, got him aroused—not that it was difficult—and then left him hanging. He should have known better by now to expect this behavior. He did not fully understand it because until the entire crew’s reunification at Saboady; she had ignored him and his adoration for her, and now all she seemed to want to do was tease him.
Alas, he could not help but try to please her— she was his goddess, after all —and if she wanted to play games, he would play along with her even if it meant leaving himself unsatisfied.
“Ah, I-I can go get them!” He stepped forward, trying to move past her.
She pressed her palm gently to his chest, stopping him. “I’ll go with you.” She smiled innocently at him.
“You don’t need to do that, Nami-san. Please, stay here.” His entire body shivered as she touched him, his cheeks flushing again.
“Sanji-kun,” she purred, moving closer to him but not quite touching her body to his.
He wanted to melt into the floor. “Y-Yes?”
She flicked her brown eyes up at him, her palm still pressed to his chest, fingers grazing one of his nipples under his shirt. “ Aren’t you tired of this? ”
Oh god, oh god, she had not done this before. She was doing this on purpose, right? He was not an idiot, after all. He was a twenty-one-year-old man, and he certainly had needs. But he did not dare cross that line unless he was positive that she wanted to cross it for them.
“W-What do you mean? Don’t you want your tea, my lovely?”
He met her gaze and tried to ignore how warm and aroused he felt already. He wanted more than anything to pull her into his arms and kiss her until they were both left breathless.
Her gaze did not break with his, her palm drifting up his chest until curling lightly around his shoulder.
“I didn’t really come down here for tea or biscuits." She inhaled slowly, then moved her other hand to his mouth and plucked the cigarette still hanging from between his lips.
He had forgotten about the cigarette for a moment, staring blankly at her as she took it from his mouth. His hands twitched at his sides, unsure of whether to touch her back or wait until she did something else.
"Then… is there something else I can get for you?"
She hummed, holding the cigarette delicately as she brought it to her lips and took a short drag from it. Exhaling a plume of smoke in the other direction, she smirked slyly up at him before snuffing the cigarette out in the ashtray on the counter next to them.
Well, that was sexy, unexpected, but definitely sexy.
“Well, there is something you can do for me. ”
Her other hand rested on his other shoulder now, curled gently around it as she pulled herself closer to him. Her breasts pressed lightly against his chest as she glanced seductively up at him.
Normally, that was enough to make him crumple to the floor, but he refused to let that happen. Inhaling sharply, he steeled his resolve and figured that this was going somewhere finally. After four separate encounters in the past month and four agonizing, unattended arousals, his beloved Nami-san might actually–
“Like what? ” He lowered his voice too, cheeks still burning and his heart pounding.
At this point, he was playing along with her. She was making it harder and harder for him to resist pushing her against the counter and—maybe that was it. Maybe she wanted him to please her and—
“Sanji-kun, I want you to touch me. ”
Oh, oh, that was all he needed to hear.
With his mind unraveling, he wrapped one arm swiftly around her waist, palm curled comfortably around her lower back as he pulled her closer. The fabric of her shirt was silky and light, but her body was warm and flushed.
“W-Where? ” he whispered, cupping her cheek gently and hoping his fingers were not too rough for her. He leaned closer to her, trying to steady his racing heart.
Humming softly, she leaned into his touch and curled her fingers tighter into his dress shirt.
"Where do you think? ”
His eyes darkened, intrigued by her suggestion as he stroked her cheek. Sliding his hand down to her neck, he reveled in her smooth, pale skin, still having trouble processing what she was asking of him.
“You want to fool around here? ”
She smiled, loosening her grip on his shoulders a little, rubbing one of them gently with her palm.
“Well, we can’t go to either of the quarters and the other rooms are occupied. ”
Normally, the thought of anyone desecrating his sanctuary disgusted him. After all, chasing other crew members, especially Luffy, out of the kitchen was a frequent part of his routine.
On the other hand, he had imagined countless fantasies of them fooling around on every available surface on the entire ship. And if he was completely honest, the kitchen counters would look exceptionally great with Nami-san bent over them. Or perhaps, sitting on top of them with her legs spread—
"Then I will do whatever you want me to do, Nami-san. ”
He licked his lips, feeling excited, but a little nervous. He hadn’t touched a woman in far, far too long, and he hoped to not disappoint her.
“Well, you could start with kissing me. I know you’ve wanted to for years. ” Her voice was low, amused, and impatient.
One of her hands moved from his shoulders to his neck, curling comfortably around it. Tilting her head upwards, she pressed her whole body against him and felt his hardening cock rub against her inner thigh.
His heart raced and skin prickled from her words, and of course, he would be remiss to not kiss her when she looked this beautiful, this lustful.
“I’ll take care of you. ”
Exhaling shakily, he inclined his head and brushed his lips to hers, eyelids fluttering closed. His hand curled more firmly around her waist, taking in her soft, plump lips.
She kissed him back tenderly, sighing quietly. Her hands slipped from around his neck to between them, fumbling with the buttons of his dress shirt. Then she let their kiss deepen, their tongues brushing together.
As they deepened their kiss, she unbuttoned three of the small white buttons before she slipped her hand underneath the fabric. His chest was smooth and taut, rippled with lean muscle.
Inhaling sharply under her warm hand, he happily let her unbutton his shirt and hummed softly against her lips.
His hand on her lower back traveled down the curve of her ass, taking in her warm skin through the thin, silky fabric of her shorts. Confidently, he cupped her ass and gave it a light squeeze.
She mewled, gently biting down on his lower lip as he touched her ass, pinching one of his nipples in response.
He kissed her again, pulling her closer and gently kneading her ass, feeling warm skin beneath her silky shorts. His other hand wandered from her neck down to her breasts, slipping underneath her pajama top, brushing her nipples.
“Y-Yes,” she hissed, arching into his hand, panting softly from all the kissing.
For a few moments, they stood there in the kitchen, hands wandering all over each other’s bodies as their kisses became deeper, heated, and desperate.
His cock ached, straining against the front of his pants. He felt determined to let her lead them even though he wanted nothing more than to fuck her right there on top of the counters. Or maybe the dining table. There was also the green couch on the other side of the room. Plenty of options, really.
He was just about to slide his hand down from her breasts to her shorts when a door slammed somewhere near them, and it was enough for him to pull away from her suddenly. His hands stalled on her body, and he glanced to their right at the ladder leading to the upstairs areas.
“We should move,” he whispered, licking his lips a little before nuzzling below her ear.
She made a barely audible whining sound, keenly aware that someone might stumble upon them in the middle of their tryst.
“Pantry.” She pulled back away from his face slightly as her hand roamed over one of his nipples. “We’re the only ones with the code for the lock. ”
Not the first place he would suggest for a moonlight tryst, but he was not about to litigate with her.
“Y-Yes. ”
Shuffling them back towards the wooden pantry door was a slower process than he would have liked, given that it was less than six feet away from where they currently stood, mostly because they kept stopping to kiss again.
Luckily, it was difficult to see the pantry door in the shadows, and even though anyone could catch them at any moment, he had stopped caring the minute she had entered the room.
Once they reached the pantry door, she wrapped her arms languidly around his neck and leaned up to kiss his neck. Her body clung to his left side, keenly aware of his arousal straining against the front of his suit pants. The lingering scent of his cologne, soap, and cigarette smoke filled her nose when she inhaled, lips still pressed gently to his neck.
He groaned as her lips grazed his neck, freeing one hand from her waist as he reached over to punch in the code to the pantry door.
"Sanji-kun," Nami whined, entangling her fingertips into the ends of his shaggy locks.
The lock on the pantry door finally clicked open, and his hand grappled frantically for the door handle, distracted by her lips and her fingers and her everything.
Finally, he wrapped his hand around the handle, pushing down on it and letting the door swing open. They stumbled inside the dark, humid pantry, the stale smell of dry goods and root vegetables filling the air. Moonlight streamed into the room from the single window, illuminating the filled shelves, stacks of boxes, and crates of food and booze.
She pulled one hand away from him and reached behind her to pull the door shut behind them. The strap of her camisole fell down on her shoulder as she grabbed the handle and closed it tightly. She turned back to face him, breathless and flushed, but smiling slyly, as if waiting for him to make the next move.
Drinking in her expression, he cupped her face and swept her into another heated, desperate kiss.
Her eyes fluttered closed, gasping softly as his lips met hers once more. Kissing him deeply, she slipped her hands around his waist and attempted to untuck his dress shirt until she could dip her fingers underneath the fabric.
Feeling a soft, warm hand travel underneath his shirt, he broke their kiss and whispered into her ear, his stubble brushing against her skin. “Ladies go first. ”
Then he moved one hand, which had been resting lightly on the door, to one of her hips. His heart raced as he moved his hand past the waistband of her pajama shorts, noticing very quickly that she was not wearing any panties. He flushed, feeling his cock ache as his fingers explored her, brushing her wet folds. It thrilled him to feel how wet she was, confidently sliding one of his fingers inside her and moving it inside her.
She spread her legs slightly for him as her hand explored underneath her shorts, gasping when he finally slid a finger inside her, feeling his thumb rest against her clit. Keeping one hand underneath his shirt and wrapping the other around his neck, she leaned back against the pantry door and arched into his hand.
Adding a second finger to the first, he tried to figure out the best way to tend to her as he leaned down to litter her neck with kisses. There were few flat surfaces inside the pantry to lay her down, and it was too dark to navigate through the boxes and shelves. Then he remembered a particular position that he saw in a magazine one time, feeling his cock throb again at the thought.
"Nami-san, please hold on a second,” he murmured, pulling away from her neck and gently sliding his fingers from her. Hooking his fingers around the waistband of her shorts, he peeled them off of her.
Wriggling a little, she let him pull down her shorts before stepping out of them and tossed them aside onto a nearby crate. She smiled up at him; her face coated with a light sheen of sweat.
Sinking to his knees in front of her, he placed his hand under her leg and coaxed her to lift it over his shoulder. “Lift your leg onto my shoulder. ”
His other hand gently curled around her hip, holding her stable as she obliged him, giving him a curious but intrigued look. Shifting to raise her leg, she placed it onto his shoulder, her slipper falling off behind them.
He scooted closer to her, trying to ignore his own erection, and let his hand fall from her leg now comfortably placed over his shoulder. Inhaling deeply, he inclined his head between her legs and took in the smell of her musk and the lingering scent of her soap. His free hand snaked between their bodies, his two fingers resuming their place inside her as he leaned forward to lick her folds. Burying his tongue inside her, he gently crooked his fingers and listened for her reaction.
“Fuck! ” she moaned loudly, her eyes widening in shock at her mistake, forgetting that there was a ship full of sleeping people near them.
She clasped her free hand over her mouth, breathing heavily and closing her eyes, giving in to him. She pressed herself harder against the door, her knees weakening slightly as she wove her other hand into his hair again, stroking him encouragingly.
Her moans were definitely motivating, and he did not want to let her leave the room without reaching her climax. So, he continued to lap at her and move his fingers, his eyes closing in concentration.
“H-Hah, like that,” she mewled, her eyes fluttering a little, feeling hot and sticky pressed against the door. Her stomach tightened as his stubble rubbed lightly against her skin, melting from his gentle but enthusiastic tongue and fingers.
After a few moments, he pulled away to breathe and flicked his eyes up at her, waiting for further instructions on how he could push her further. Of course, he had done plenty of research with pleasing women, but he had put a little of that studying into practice.
She felt him pull away, fingers still embedded in her. “Sanji-kun,” she hummed, stroking his hair a little as she looked down at him. “You should try sucking on my clit. ”
He nodded, his eyes brightening up at her, happy to oblige. He leaned forward again and buried himself between her legs, tongue lapping at her clit before sucking gently on it.
Attempting to hold back her moans, she arched slightly into his mouth and let him edge her towards release.
Alternating between giving attention to her clit and using his fingers, trying his hardest to find that spot inside that would make her toes curl. He glanced up at her, trying to gauge her reaction. She was absolutely beautiful like this, flushed and panting, completely wet all because of his ministrations. Seeing her in such a state made his cock ache harder, and he could not help but slide his hand upwards from her hip and underneath her camisole, brushing her breasts.
She entangled her fingers into his hair again, moaning loudly again as he rubbed against that spot inside her that always seemed to push her towards complete bliss. “C-Close. ”
His tongue and jaw were just becoming tired when she whispered to him she was close. He sped up his fingers and focused on sucking on her clit again, letting his fingertips graze her nipple.
“Y-Yes,” she hissed, melting as his fingertips rubbed her nipple. Letting the warm room envelope her completely, she could hardly stifle her moans as she came, rolling into his tongue and fingers.
Her body’s trembling nearly caught him off guard, and he realized she was coming, making all those beautiful sounds and curving her body into his mouth because of him. Slowing down his tongue, he reveled in her overwhelming tremors for a moment before pulling away from his mouth. Then he opened his eyes, and gazed up at her, watching her chest rise and fall, riding out her release. He removed his fingers from inside her while his other hand slid downwards from her breasts to her hip again.
It took her a few moments to collect herself, still panting as he pulled his mouth and fingers away from her. She opened her eyes, then looked down at him. Right away, she noticed his reddened lips, coated in her juices, and she could not help but smile at him, dizzy with satisfaction.
Meeting her eyes and seeing her smile was enough to make him ache again. He gently nudged her leg back down to the ground, his hand still resting on her hip, holding her steady.
“Did that —” he began, licking his lips a little before wiping them off with his free hand.
“Get up,” she commanded, almost growling needfully at him while she tried to steady herself against the door, letting him move her leg off his shoulder.
Sanji rose to his feet, his clothes sticking to his skin from all the sweat as he unfurled his hand from her hip.
Before he could move again, she reached down between their bodies and rubbed his cock through his suit pants.
“We’re not done. ” She licked her lips and used her other hand to tug him closer, hastily undoing his belt and unzipping his fly.
His eyes widened as she fumbled with his belt and zipper, his entire body coursing with electricity, immobilized. Regaining his senses, he leaned forward and kissed her deeply again, taking her chin in his hand and letting her taste herself on his lips.
She sighed needfully against his lips, tasting herself as she freed his cock from the confines of his pants and curled her fingers around his shaft, stroking him firmly. Her other hand wandered back to the rest of his shirt buttons, frantically unbuttoning them and pushing aside the fabric, fingertips wandering over his lean, muscular chest again.
A rush of warm air hit his cock, and he groaned softly, then broke their kiss, lips hovering over hers. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he tried to process that this was actually happening, even if it was in the pantry in the middle of the night.
She rolled her thumb over the tip of his cock, teasing him to throb harder in her hand.
Clearly, she had done this before because her hand felt amazing, stroking and rubbing him until his mind unraveled again, warmth pooling in his stomach until he could not stand it any longer. Slipping his hands back down to her hips, he pressed his knee slightly between their bodies. Then he quickly grabbed onto her thighs and coaxed her to wrap her legs around his waist.
“I've got you,” he reassured her, easily lifting her up and pushing her firmly against the door.
She wrapped one leg around his waist, using the door and his hands on her thighs as leverage before moving her other leg tightly around him. Her fingertips were still curled around his cock, but she could barely move her hand because they were so close together. She weaved her other hand around his neck and licked her lips.
He reached between them and brushed her hand away, trying to line his cock up with her entrance. His tip brushed her folds, and he used his other hand still curled around her thigh to adjust their bodies.
This position was new for him, something he had imagined with her countless times before, but he was determined to fuck her against this goddamn door, which kept rattling every time he moved now. Sure, he could have moved some boxes or bent her over, but then again, he had just spent the last five minutes with his face buried in her pussy and wanted nothing more than to look upon her beautiful face as he fucked her.
She relaxed under him, panting softly into his ear and letting her hand fall away from his cock, grasping for his shirt. Digging her nails into him, she let out an impatient whine.
“H-Hurry,” she breathed into his ear, undulating against him, gasping as the tip of his cock brushed against her clit.
Grunting in frustration, he grabbed her hips with his and angled them once more, arching upwards and entering her. He bit back a moan, reveling in how tight and warm she felt around his cock. Then he pushed further inside her, taking her steadily.
Her eyes fluttered closed, keening underneath him as he took her. She dug her nails harder into his shoulder, whining again, this time more needfully, more impatiently.
It took him a few moments to adjust his thrusts, starting slowly at first as one of his hands moved to her thighs, holding her stable. Then he fell into a steady rhythm, burying his face into her neck, panting as he fucked her against the door. His hair clung to his face, drenched completely with sweat, noticing that she was just as slick with sweat, her hair mussed and slightly frizzy because of the room’s humidity.
She was beautiful like this, enveloped completely by him. Her breasts pressed against his chest, nipples hard from his earlier ministrations, and her moans, soft, wanton moans that shook him to his core—and he only wanted more because the reality was far better than the fantasy.
The door rattled beneath their bodies, but he did not care in the slightest if the entire crew woke up because of their noisy lovemaking. They only needed a few minutes because he would not last that long.
“Fuck,” he moaned, his teeth grazing her skin as he fucked her harder.
“Sanji-kun, p-please… ”
Her nails raked down his shoulders and backside, and he heard her murmur something else softly, but her words barely registered in his brain. He lost control, unwinding entirely as his lower body tensed, giving in to his release.
He opened his mouth to tell her he was close, groaning instead into her neck, and continued thrusting, trembling all over until he came inside her.
She whimpered, rolling her hips into his, her nails digging firmly into his skin as he came, filling her with his seed.
He slowed down his thrusts, reveling in the dizzying aftermath of his release before lifting his head away from her neck. With his cock still embedded inside her, he leaned down to kiss her tenderly, still breathless from finishing.
She kissed him back, body slumping slightly as she loosened her grip from his shoulder. The room was silent aside from their heavy breathing and the sounds of waves crashing outside. Breaking their kiss, she leaned back and rested her head back against the door, her eyes flicking open.
Once she broke their kiss, he pulled out of her and gently coaxed her to unfurl her legs from his waist, holding her steady.
Sighing, she slowly let herself back down onto the ground, her knees shaking slightly. She smiled a little at him, catching his gaze, looking winded but satisfied. Then she glanced around the room to see where he might have tossed her shorts.
“Where did my shorts go?”
He met her gaze, but he could barely form coherent words. Noticing that she was looking for her shorts, he turned and plucked them from their location on a nearby crate.
“Here,” he said, handing them to her.
“Thank you.” She took the shorts and slipped them on, come leaking down her leg.
And then it hit him—he had come inside her, and she had said nothing to him. His eyes widened slightly, realizing his mistake. He might have fucked her, just as she requested, but he had not planned to absolutely defile her. She was his goddess, after all.
“Oh god, Nami-san, I just… I didn’t mean to come—”
“Inside me?” She raised an eyebrow at him, adjusting the waistband of her shorts. “It’s fine, I’ll just go clean up when I get upstairs.”
“A-Are you sure? I can help you! I’m just—”
“I promise you it’s fine.” She flashed him a satisfied smile, then leaned over to kiss his cheek. “Goodnight, Sanji-kun.”
“G-Goodnight.” His cheek burned as she kissed him, watching her longingly.
Then she turned on her heel, opened the door, and left the room. He listened to her soft footsteps through the kitchen, sighing to himself as he tucked his cock back into his pants and fixed his shirt. Glancing around the dimly lit pantry, he noticed her errant slipper on the floor, and he picked it up.
“Nami-san?”
He poked his head out of the pantry, looking around and sighing at the empty room. She was already gone. Sighing, he decided to return it to her in the morning.
* * *
The next morning was strange. After traipsing downstairs to clean up, peel off his sweaty clothes, and crawl into his bunk, he fell asleep quickly, completely exhausted. He had hidden Nami-san’s slipper in the cabinet underneath the sink, and he figured he would give it to her once she was alone.
He made his way upstairs to the kitchen after showering quickly, unable to shake the previous night’s events from his head. There was no way that anyone else heard them, right? Most of the crew slept like logs, and the vast majority of them were downstairs, anyway.
Then again, why did it matter? Their entire encounter had been amazing, intoxicating, and better than any fantasy. Half of him wanted to shout about it to anyone who would listen, and then the more reasonable and resolved part of him wanted to keep it to himself, like a secret between the two of them.
Naturally, when Nami came upstairs for breakfast, she acknowledged him in her usual manner, as if nothing had happened at all between them.
His chest fluttered, melting a little at the sight of her as she sat down at the table, and then he passed her a full plate of food.
“Ah, you look so lovely today, Nami-san!” He smiled at her, cheeks flushing a little as the image of her pinned against the door flashed in his mind. “Do you want coffee? Tea?”
“Just coffee, Sanji-kun,” she said, averting her eyes from him and pouring over the morning’s newspaper instead.
Busying himself with the coffee pot, Sanji half-listened to the chaos behind him.
“Oi, Luffy! Watch it!”
Sanji heard a glass topple over and something spilling all over the table, but he ignored it with a sigh.
“Paper towels are under the sink,” Sanji said, glancing over the puddle of melon juice all over the table and dripping onto the floor. "And watch it next time. We don't have many more melons left!"
Usopp grumbled behind him, the chair scraping on the floor as he got up and went over to the sink. “Which cabinet, Sanji? Left or right?”
“On the left,” Sanji replied, still focused on getting Nami-san’s coffee for her. He finished adding in the precise amount of milk and sugar she liked in her coffee before handing it off to her.
“Do you need anything else, Nami-san? Robin-chan?” His eyes sparkled, chest fluttering again.
Robin shook her head, smiling knowingly at him. “I’m fine, Sanji.”
Sanji smiled happily at her, then turned back to the stove, busying himself with some preparations for lunch.
"Hey, Sanji." Usopp knelt on the kitchen floor near the sink, then opened the cabinet.
"Mm?"
"Why is there a pink slipper under the sink?"
Sanji stiffened, remembering that he had stashed Nami-san's slipper under the sink until he had a moment to give it back to her. Discreetly. Privately.
"Tch, I don’t know.” His cheeks flushed, reaching over a clean cutting board.
“Oi, Nami, Robin—is this slipper yours?” Usopp stood up, dangling the slipper from his fingers.
Nami’s face had turned pale, but she had not looked up from the newspaper.
The room filled with awkward silence for a few moments as Usopp walked back over to the table.
“It’s mine,” Robin said, finally. She smiled at Usopp then plucked it out of his hand. “I’ve been looking for it. Thank you for finding it.”
Nami looked up from her paper, then took a sip from her coffee, her eyes shifting over to Sanji across the kitchen.
“Oh, er, you’re welcome!” Usopp smiled at Robin, still looking a little confused. “But why was it-”
“Mm, I must have taken it off when I was washing dishes the other night,” Robin interrupted, still smiling. She glanced at Nami, raising her brow with a knowing smile.
Usopp furrowed his brow but said nothing.
“Is anyone going to clean up that spill?” Sanji called to them, his voice calm, back still turned from the dining table.
He was positive that Robin-chan knew it was Nami-san’s slipper, so then why cover for her? Not that he minded. She just saved him and Nami-san some potential embarrassment. After all, the entire crew did not need to know about their encounter in the pantry.
“Oh, right!” Springing from his chair, Usopp quickly grabbed the paper towels from under the sink and began cleaning up the spill. He tossed the dirty paper towels into the trash and sat down back at the table, having forgotten about the slipper.
With the spill cleaned up and the slipper crisis averted, Sanji sighed in relief and went back to chopping up vegetables.
Once breakfast finished and they cleared plates from the table, Sanji was alone to finish tidying up the kitchen. The rest of the crew had scattered to their respective work or hang out spaces.
He sighed, pulling out a cigarette and his lighter before sticking it between his lips and lighting it. Lunch was nearly prepped, so he had a few hours to kill.
Leaning against the counter, he took a thoughtful drag and glanced across the kitchen at the pantry, his mind wandering to his encounter with Nami-san last night. His cheeks flushed as he pictured her pinned to the door, her half-naked, sweaty body rolling against him.
Footsteps echoed behind him, and he looked over at the door, face brightening as Nami walked into the room.
"Nami-san, did you need something, my flower?" He straightened, smiling at her.
She strode over to him. "You know, you could have just left it near our quarters when you came downstairs last night." Her voice was low and annoyed, stopping just short of the kitchen, arms folded over her chest.
“I wanted to give it back to you in person though.”
“I appreciate that, Sanji-kun.” She unfolded her arms, sighing. “Robin was nice enough to take it back for me. Which means… she probably already knows about last night.” Her cheeks turned pink, grimacing.
“Did she ask you about it?” He took another drag, smiling fondly at the thought of Robin-chan being a kindly older sister-type to Nami-san.
“No, she did not. I would prefer that the rest of the crew did not know about our indiscretions.”
“I’m fine with whatever you want to do, Nami-san.” He turned to face her. “And I’m sorry, I was not—”
She stepped closer to him, touching his arm gently. “I know. Last night was…” she trailed off, cheeks flushing, looking flustered.
Better than a fantasy.
“A one time thing,” he finished for her, hoping he was completely wrong.
They stood quietly together, letting his remark sink in for a moment.
Finally, she pulled her hand away from his arm, looking away from him, but unable to hide her coy smile.
“You know, Robin is on duty tonight in the crow’s nest. I think she’s keeping watch from around eleven o’clock until just after sunrise.”
He raised an eyebrow, and then it hit him like a sack of bricks, his eyes widening and chest aching.
“Are you—”
She moved away from him, back turned before stopping a moment to glance at him over her shoulder, still smiling coyly.
“I’ll leave the door unlocked. And bring those chocolate-raspberry biscuits with you.”
He stared at her for a moment, taking her in her smile and devious gaze.
“I’ll be there.”
She said nothing, just continued smiling and walked out the door to the front deck.