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The crew are scattered across the deck, thoroughly enjoying the end of the evening together. Sanji had allowed for a barbeque thanks to the nice weather and everyone had eaten their fill, surprisingly leaving no left overs. Everyone had grouped up in small clumps, close but still having their own conversations. Franky, Jimbe, and Brooke are chatting passionately about music. The lovely Robin and Nami sitting with them. The not-so lovely Zoro is also lingering on the outskirts of the conversation.
Sanji tiptoes over, trying to spy a spot for him to sneak into between Nami and the swordsmen but doesn’t think there is enough room for him to wiggle his way into. He sighs and is about to turn to go bug Luffy’s group when Nami turns her head and catches him looking.
She studies him, eyes flickering between his nervous face and the space between her and Zoro. She smiles, slow and devious. It makes Sanji’s stomach squirm with anticipation.
“You can sit here, Sanji.” She says and gestures to her lap. Sanji opens his mouth to reflexively thank her but is left gaping when her words sink in. When he doesn’t move, Nami pats her own bare, supple, enticing thighs in invitation. “C’mon. Before I change my mind.”
Sanji practically throws himself into her lap, even if he knows by the hungry glint in her eyes she’s lying. He carefully wiggles around, trying to find the best way to sit without putting all his weight on her beautiful legs. She grunts at his unsettledness and grabs one of his hips to stall him. Her fingers burn through his thin shirt. He stops moving immediately at her silent command.
Nami shifts to adjust her weight and Sanji feels her boner press against the underside of his crotch. He bites his lip to hold back a whimper and subtly tries to inch forward so there’s no pressure on his vagina. He knew the navigator was up to something.
Nami apparently doesn’t like that because she uses her hand around his hip to bodily yank him back. Her dick twitches as it rubs across this time and Sanji inhales shakily, fighting the urge to squirm away again.
He sits as still as a statue, losing the thread of conversation as he tries to keep himself from tenting in his pants or crying out. Nami’s hand on his hip slips between his legs and he jumps, flushes and looks around.
No one is really paying them any mind. Luffy and Usopp are happily discussing something with an avid Chopper watching across the deck. Franky, Brooke, and Jimbe are mumbling about underwater acoustics. Robin is dozing off on the cyborgs side and Zoro has his eyes closed as well. No one is paying attention to them. Nami’s finger tip brushes the head of his cock as she rubs around his inner thigh and it takes everything in him not to moan out loud.
Nami kisses the back of his ear once, twice, before she starts rolling her hips. Sanji hisses through his teeth as quietly as he can and resists the urge to throw his head back onto her shoulder. He grips his pants by the bunched material near his knees and sits still. Nami purrs right into his ear and grips his hips with both hands.
She’s not as physically strong as him but she does a pretty good job basically curling him up and down against her prick. Sanji clenches everything tighter in an effort not to make any noise. Nami rewards him by nudging him slightly forward so his knees rest on the deck.
Sanji glances around again. Still no one is looking. Nami sits up slightly behind him, her knees also planted on the deck. Her skirt rides up as she presses her cock against his cunt. He can feel the outline of her straining panties through the coarse fabric of his pants. It makes him dizzy. He doesn’t dare make a sound.
One of Nami’s hands drifts from his hip to his stomach. Sanji quivers as her hand slips into his tucked in shirt to tap her long nails around his belly. Her breath is hot against his neck when he arches back.
The first thrust of her hips almost sends Sanji toppling off with how forceful it is. Only Nami’s hands anchoring on his hip and stomach prevents it. The groan rattles around in his throat but comes out fairly weak and subdued. It doesn’t deter her in the slightest, another thrust, just as strong as the first, punches his breath away.
Nami is able to hump dead center into his cunt with every upward motion. His underwear is damp in a matter of seconds. So wet Nami’s panties will stick briefly before she pulls back to thrust again. Sanji trembles and bites his lip. He doesn’t want this to stop but he also would burst into flames if anyone noticed what they were doing.
What Nami was doing to him. Because every action is coming from her. She initiated this. She beckoned him to sit on her lap. He could never regret a second of time where he gets to touch her but doing something like this in public is as humiliating as it is thrilling.
He knows his face must be tomato red and obvious, so he ducks his head and gasps brokenly when Nami grinds up into him. Her cock twitches and she manages to nudge up enough to get their underwear to bunch around his folds because on her back pull, Sanji feels everything.
“Nami,” He whisper babbles, feeling light headed and wild. He still keeps as unmoving as he can, unwilling to draw attention to himself, but desperately wanting to return the affection. “Please, please.”
“Hm?” She hums to the back of his head, seemingly unbothered. She tips forward a bit and rests her forehead between his shoulder blades. Her nails curl and scrape on his stomach. She’s able to hump right into his cradle on her next pass and Sanji exhales dangerously close to a groan. “Please what?”
She holds her hips where they are. Enjoys the feeling of Sanji fluttering around her hard dick like he’s trying to pull her in. Both of their underwear are soaked. It’s mostly from Sanji but her own cockhead is starting to weep up a storm at the teasing heat in front of her. She wants in. She’s not sure she could get away with that in the present company however. She’s hesitant to push her luck.
Sanji is a noisy fucker when they’re having sex and he’d been doing such a good job so far she’s tempted to keep pushing it. But that really means it’s only a matter of time before he makes a noise loud enough or awkward enough for someone to notice. Their play time out here is dwindling to a close.
Still. She doesn’t want to move from this sweet heat. Her dick is so close to just nudging up into Sanji even with their underwear she chances it.
Thrusting up with as much force as she can, her pantie-covered cock breaches Sanji’s pussy. It’s probably not even a half inch due to their underwear but it’s enough that she’s groaning into his back and he’s muffling a pretty loud whine. It’s swelteringly warm and equally wet. Entirely enticing to stay out and grind into it. But Sanji is trembling like a leaf and it’s only a matter of time before someone questions him about it.
Nami can’t resist teasing though. She drags her nails down his stomach and wiggles her fingers under his waistband. She scratches at his pubic hair like she would pet a cat and Sanji chokes, jolting forward and dragging her dick out of its precarious hold. It makes them both groan under their breath.
“What’s wrong with you?” Zoro’s voice cuts through the warm haze. Sanji goes ramrod straight. He even feels like he gets several degrees warmer on top of her and she almost doesn’t stop because of that.
But getting caught doing something like this would be degrading. Blackmail for the future. Something no one on the ship would let go. So she does what she does best.
“Sanji, are you feeling under the weather?” She expertly maneuvers her hand out from under his pants to press against his blazing forehead. She even goes as far as to sit up more, dislodging him slightly but also pressing her dick back where it belongs. He gives a surprised little meep and jumps when she brushes the hair out of his face. “You feel warm.”
“It’s — “ Sanji cuts off with a pant when she shifts straighter, pressing incessantly against his cunt with her throbbing cock. “I’m dizzy.”
She clicks her tongue and carefully, and a little regretfully, lifts him fully off her lap. She still uses him as a shield though. Her skirt had hiked all the way up her hips with her actions and no one needs to see her leaking prick because of that.
“You should go lay down if you’re not feeling well. Right, Zoro?” She’s certain Sanji’s boner is obvious to the other man. Especially with the way she’s practically presenting the cook in front of herself.
Zoro’s cheeks flame with confirmation and grumbles out, “Yeah, shit-cook. Take better care of yourself.”
Sanji wheezes out a shaking breath and slowly stands and steps away from Nami’s hands. Luckily Zoro’s eyes are latched onto the blond and gives her the chance to flip her skirt back into place. She’ll need to leave as soon as she can too. Her erection has dampened the entire front of her panties and she can tell if she doesn’t move soon, it’ll seep through her skirt as well. Damn looking fashionable and thin alluring skirts.
Sanji mumbles out something incoherent but stumbles away from the group toward the galley. Zoro’s head turns to follow. Everyone gives the cook distracted good nights. Nami grins a little at just where Zoro’s eyes are drawn to.
Nami can only tell because she knows what to look for. Just barely there, between Sanji’s thighs, is a damp spot reflected in the lamp light. It sends a jolt of lust so strong Nami is stumbling to her feet in seconds. She fake yawns and makes sure her chest pops when she does, to draw attention away from her crotch. “I think I’ll hit the hay too. Goodnight.”
Everyone gives her mumbled good nights as she walks past them. Zoro eyes her wearily but doesn’t say anything when she heads off toward the galley instead of down to the girls room.
She knows without a shadow of a doubt that Sanji is waiting for her. She’s practically salivating over the thought of finally entering his sweet heat. But she’s missed his little whimpers and whines that come with their foreplay and teasing. She thinks it couldn’t hurt to drag it out a bit more.
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It had been a weird night. Everyone was happy and winding down as the moon got higher and higher into the sky. But it was weird. The cook and witch’s closeness wasn’t exactly sudden. Zoro had caught them in an embrace of two several weeks ago. He doesn’t think it’s anything serious. Nami’s cheerful invitation for the cook to sit in her lap almost makes him pry his eyes open.
But he knows if anyone pays attention to them, neither will act. It’s best to pretend not to see it. To let them have this little sliver of affection.
No, what’s weird is the noises the cook keeps making, or rather holding in. Zoro peeks with one eye. The navigator and cook are both kneeling instead of sitting now. The cook’s face is red and sweaty. His hands are shaking even clenched so tightly into the material of his pants.
It’s the only thing that prompts him into saying, “What’s wrong with you?” when he really should have just remained silent. No one else turns their way however. Sanji stiffens like he was just caught doing something naughty and Zoro sizes him up.
He shouldn’t have been surprised by the tent in the other man’s pants but for some reason the suddenness of it all pours over him. Of course the cook would get a boner just from sitting on a woman’s lap. He should have known. Nami reaches up and touches the cook’s burning forehead and says something about a fever. “You should go lay down if you’re not feeling well. Right, Zoro?”
Zoro numbly says, “Yeah,” realizes she’s talking about the cook and hastily tacks on, “shit-cook. Take better care of yourself.” It’s not his usual biting insult but he can’t help it. Sanji’s hard prick is right in front of his eyes.
The cook stumbles to his feet, flushes and trembles, before muttering goodnight and fleeing toward the galley. Zoro can’t help but follow the perfect globes as they shift with every step. He stupidly wonders if Sanji would let him help out with his problem.
Nami says something else he’s too distracted to listen to. But he does notice how she trails after the cook instead of heading down to her own dorms. Zoro gives them a few minutes before sneak off after them.
He’s curious to see if his suspicions on them growing closer are true. If not, he could always be a good friend and step up to help either of them. As a good friend.
As he nears the galley he hears small airy noises through the thick door. Zoro slowly and carefully nudges it open.
Zoro finds them in the kitchen. Nami has one hand on the back of the cook's neck to pin him to the counter and the other moving around between his bare legs. His pants are a tangled mess around his ankles. Sanji’s making weak punched out noises that must have been what Zoro heard through the door. Neither of them notice him peeking through the doorway.
“You’re such a good little whore.” Nami coos and leans down to kiss and bite at the back of the cook's neck. “Just some rubbing got you this wet, it’s incredible.”
Sanji gasps and tilts his head back to get closer to her affectionate lips. He whines deep in his chest when she pulls away. Her hand drifts up into his hair and promptly shoves the cooks face into the counter with such force it bounces. Zoro almost flinches at the sudden movement. Sanji moans but allows her to keep his head pinned to the counter.
“Would you spread your legs for anyone if they just played with you a bit?” Nami’s voice twists with bitterness. Her hand between the cooks legs jerks with ruthless efficiency. The sloppy wet noises of her fingers moving in and out punctuates the silence. She bears down on the cook again, going so far as to press her breast up against his back. “It doesn’t matter that it’s me touching you right now does it? You’d let anyone between you legs I’ll bet. Hungry slut.”
Zoro's stomach churns at the dirty talk. It’s said with such ferociousness he thinks Nami means every word she’s saying. She really thinks Sanji is a slut.
“What about Zoro?” Nami hisses and Zoro does jump at the use of his name but luckily Sanji moans at the same time. “Would you let him fuck you just because you’re horny?”
Sanji pants and shakes his head as best he can while pinned. Nami snarls at his answer and pushes down onto him harder. “No lying. If I got up and left, brought him back here, you wouldn’t let him fuck you? You’re not that desperate? Not that much of a needy whore?”
“Nami,” the cook's voice shakes. It doesn’t sound particularly like he’s enjoying the line of conversation. “Only — Only Nami.”
The woman in question stops completely. Their heavy breathing is the only thing in the silence. Nami releases her tight hold on Sanji’s hair. “Only I what?”
“Only Nami gets to…to use my hole.”
Zoro gasps at the words, his own cock finally stirring. The cook hadn’t sounded put out or embarrassed. He’d sounded 100% honest. Like he meant it. Like they’ve done this before.
Nami hums, not quite satisfied yet. “Why’s that, baby?” She runs her finger through the cooks hair, surprisingly gentle disputing all her previous actions and attitude.
“B-Because Nami is the best.”
“Elaborate.”
“Because Nami’s dick is the best.”
The witch gives a little laugh and presses her front to the cooks back. “Am I really?”
“Yes,” Sanji answers with a touch of desperation. “You take care of me so well. You know exactly what to do to make me happy.”
“I love when you’re honest, baby. It’s so hot.” Nami licks up the back of the cook’s neck. “But I think today I have to punish you.”
“P-Punish?” Sanji’s voice takes on a wobbly, almost frightened tone. Zoro inches forward unconsciously. He’d never hear the cook so wrecked sounding before.
“You were sitting so pretty on my lap I couldn’t help but react that way. But I knew because you’re a screamer we couldn’t play for very long. Don’t you think that deserves punishment? Riling me up like that in front of everyone?”
“Nami,” Sanji whines, sharp and needy. “Nooo.”
“No?” The witch starts to sound agitated again. “No you don’t think I should punish you? Then what? You think you deserve a treat, you whiney slut?”
Sanji whimpers and wiggles against the counter. Nami presses her weight down fully, laying completely on the cook. “Use your words, Sanji.”
He gasps and shudders. “I was so good. Please, please. I didn’t make any noise, Nami. I was good. Please. I — I…”
Nami kisses the parts of the cook’s face that she can reach and wraps her arms around him lovingly. “You what, sweetheart? Say it. I need to hear you say it.”
The cook squirms under her weight and pulls his head away from her lips with his eyes squeezed closed. Nami frowns but lifts herself off of him. “Sanji.”
Zoro watches with wild fascination as the cook tries to curl into himself against the counter. Nami hooks a hand around the blond’s hip and pulls him forcibly away from trying to hide. “I know it’s hard, baby. But you can say it. I won’t get mad.”
Sanji whimpers brokenly into his arms. Nami sighs and rears her free hand back. “If you won’t be honest with me, I’m just going to go ahead and punish you.” The cook makes a wet, sad noise in his throat and the witch hesitates.
Nami’s face hardens and she strikes with such accuracy Zoro’s overcome by the implications. Her hand strikes between Sanji’s legs with a hard, wet impact. The cook cries out in pain, his whole body jerking away from the contact. Nami hadn’t been playing with that hit. She was trying to hurt Sanji.
The heady building arousal stutters to a stop when Zoro realizes the cook is actually crying. Is this some kind of fucked up revenge for how the cook treats the witch? That she hits him when he’s so obviously turned on and under her spell? Punishes him for reacting?
Zoro is about to push his way into the room when Nami lifts her hand to do it again. But Sanji sobs out through his budding tears, “I deserve a treat! I was good! Nami, please! Don’t — “
Immediately Nami’s face morphs into something kinder and she rests her body fully against him again. This time it’s much more gentle, loving, than the pushing and shoving from before. She trails her fingers up the cook’s back and squeezes his shoulder. “I’m sorry I hit you, baby. You’re right, you did so well out there. I’ll give you a treat for that. And I’ll give you another for being such a good boy just then.”
Sanji sniffles wetly and turns so he’s on his side and able to meet Nami’s eye directly. “For…for what?”
Nami smiles and leans in to brunch their noses together. “For being honest even when I was being mean. You should always be honest, sweetheart. It’s so hot.” She kisses around his face again. The cook closes his eyes and blushes under the attention. “It’s so hot, it makes me want to — “
Nami starts grinding her hips into Sanji’s backside. He groans and arcs his back prettily. Zoro settles back by the door.
She brings her hands back down to the cook's waist and holds on tightly. “So pretty and hungry. Just for me.”
The witch lifts the cook up with surprising strength and grinds her crotch into the man’s backside. They both moan and throw their heads back. Zoro slips a hand into his pants to squeeze his erection.
“Clothes.” Sanji gasps as Nami keeps lifting him up and back like a doll. “Clothes off.” Nami growls and thrusts her hips forward erratically. The cook whines and wiggles desperately around in her grip like a fish. “Nami! In! In! I need you in!”
“Okay, baby. Since you asked so nicely.” She bites at the cook’s ears and reaches around to start unbuttoning his shirt. The pop of the buttons gets Zoro to start fisting his prick. He times it to follow the witch’s still moving hips.
Nami works the cook’s shirt open. He whines when she bites down playfully on his exposed shoulder. “Turn over. You do me now.” The witch doesn’t give the cook anytime to comply, just uses her arms to flip the man so he’s on his back facing her. “Oh Sanji.”
Sanji’s face is a mess of drool and drying tears. There’s a smudge of blood by his nose. Nami reaches up and thumbs it away. “You’re such a good boy. So pretty and honest.”
“Nami,” the cook squeaks yet turns his face into her hand. He kisses her palm like a starved dog. Zoro grunts and tightens his grip into something painful. The witch cups his cheek and nods. Sanji takes the unspoken cue and traces his way up Nami’s arms.
He hesitates, skates his long fingers around the ball of Nami’s shoulder before grasping her breasts in both hands. She gasps and shudders, pushing closer. Sanji groans when her hips pin his to the counter. He starts kneading her boobs like a kitten, even giving little sounds at each and every one of her gasps. Zoro bites his lip so hard he tastes blood. He wants to make little noises of pure pleasure at the sight too but knows if he’s caught the scene will sour and end.
“You’re so perfect.” Sanji says, awed and eyes blown wide. He cups under one breast and pinches a nipple through fabric in the other. Nami groans and throws her head back. “The most beautiful angel…”
The witch hikes herself up and rolls her hips down onto the cook’s straining erection. They both moan and shiver. One of Sanji’s hands drops to Nami’s waist. He expertly pops the button on the side of it and yanks it down. Nami shifts so the cloth falls to the floor around their ankles.
Zoro watches the pink mini shirt land on the floor and realizes that both the people in front of him are wearing panties. He grits his teeth and holds himself tighter still, unwilling to come before it’s even gotten heavy yet. This is all still foreplay. He’s never thought it that important before but this — this is incredible.
Sanji ducks his head and starts kissing Nami's bared throat. She gives little hums and pants as she plants her hands onto the counter around the cook’s sides. She uses that to her advantage and lifts herself up and down, rubbing their crotches together rapidly.
“Hng, Nami.” The cook grunts and thrusts up to meet her. His hand slips down to the hem of her shirt. “Up. Off. Please.”
Nami laughs at the blond’s needy whine but does as asked. Sanji practically rips her shirt off and throws his face into her exposed tits. He moans loudly and unashamed into Nami’s collarbone. She laughs again and cards a hand through the cook’s hair.
“What about me, baby? Do I get a treat?” She purrs down at Sanji. He glances up from between her boobs to meet her eyes. “Was I good today?”
Sanji grumbles into her skin and she shakes with held back laughter. “Honesty, Sanji. C’mon.”
“No,” the cook pouts, mouths at the sharp angle of the witch’s collarbone as he thinks his answer over. “No, you weren’t a good girl today.”
“Oh?” Nami sounds entranced, excited, the complete opposite of Sanji’s reaction earlier. “No treat for me then?”
The blond whines and licks closer to the exposed top part of Nami’s boobs. “I don’t wanna punish you, Nami.” He squirms closer and wraps his arms around her lower back. “You’ve been a bad girl but I liked it. I liked it a lot.”
Nami giggles and nuzzles the top of the cook’s head. “Are you going to reward me for bad behavior? Sanji ~ That makes me just want to misbehave more.”
Sanji grumbles into her boobs but eventually pulls back to look her in the face. “Misbehave all you like, darling. Just know I’ll do the same.”
“Sanji’s going to be a bad boy?” The cook shudders at her words and Nami smirks, all knowing and coy, “No, Sanji doesn’t like being bad. He’s a good boy.”
“Nami,” Sanji whines, hands drifting from their spot on her back upwards where her bra clasps. “I can be bad. I’ll be bad. Nami, Nami, please let me be bad. Can I? Please?”
Nami hums like she’s thinking about it but shoves her tits back into the cook’s face. “I guess I can let you be bad. It’s not exactly a punishment for me, is it? Except a bad Sanji is a pervy Sanji.”
The cook sputters at the accusation but his fingers hook on Nami’s bra straps and drag them down her arms. “I’m not – I mean, if you — Nami, can I please be a p-p-p – pervert?” Sanji sounds flustered over attempting to repeat the witch’s claim. It makes Zoro’s stomach heat. What else could the witch coerce the cook into calling himself?
The witch grins like she just won the lottery and nods, running her fingers through the back of the cook’s head. “Yes, you can be a pervert. It’s my punishment, go ahead.”
Sanji moans loud enough it echoes through the empty kitchen and Zoro flushes at the brazen noise. He palms his aching dick and decides to wait a little longer before restarting his masterbating. He wants to see it all.
The blond man eagerly unclasps Nami’s bra now that he has permission and lets out an excited hiss when the bra slumps down to expose the witch’s tits. He snags the bra and hurls it across the room and immediately starts nosing along the now bare under curve of Nami’s left breast.
His hand comes up and twitches wildly as he brushes his finger tips along the witch’s areola. Nami huffs and tips her upper body away, opening more space for Sanji to jump forward into as he chases after her. The witch starts panting when the cook drags his tongue slowly between her breasts. Zoro finds himself stuttering over his breath as well, stuck on the blissed out expression on Nami’s face, eyes tracing her features and flickering to the cooks, catching on the completely besotted expression. They’re truly into each other. Both of them are chasing this high together.
Sanji finally uses his teeth and bites at Nami’s right nipple, smoothing the bud with his tongue with an apologetic hum. Nami fists a handful of blond hair and huffs out a breath that one could call needy in the right context. The subtle sounds seems to kick the cook into gear. His hand on her other boob goes crazy, flicking at her nipple and just as quickly rubbing on it in an offbeat rhythm with his tongue on the other. The groan that gets pulled from the witch is shaky and lingering.
The cook sucks as much of her tit into his mouth as it can fit and starts making these loud sloppy sounds as he moves. His hand on her other boob keeps up its frantic work, even pinching and pulling occasionally. Nami pushes the cook even deeper onto her tit with her tight grip in his hair. She groans again and reaches behind herself with her free hand, working her underwear down her ass so her fingers can slip between her legs. Zoro shivers at the sight and bites on his lips, definitely tasting blood this time.
Nami works her fingers in and out, wet sounds matching those of Sanji’s mouth. She rocks between her hand and the cook’s mouth, panting and looking dizzy. Sanji pulls off and kisses at the abused nipple, sliding his hand along her arched spine and lingering when his fingers dip into her crack. He tips his head back to get a good look at her face and moans at what he sees. Nami gives a breathy laugh and yanks on his hair. “Get back to work.”
Sanji complies with no complaint, latching onto the neglected nipple on her other side and grabbing a handful of her ass to haul her closer. Nami hisses but starts rocking her hips steadily. The cook’s free hand is drawing erratic motions on her bare back, desperate to just touch it seems. Zoro wonders how warm her skin would feel. If Sanji’s fingers are dry and rough. If his finger print would catch on her skin in an appealing drag.
Nami’s pants and Sanji’s wet slurping fill the silence. Both of their bodies are moving in time, as close as they can get. Zoro yearns. Knows he should stop watching now. He’s seen more than enough to give him a lifetime worth of wanking material. But. But there’s going to be more. He wants to see how Nami will give Sanji his treat if this isn’t it. What else is there? Zoro has to know.
“Ahh,” The witch hisses, body spasming and shaking. She jerks Sanji’s head back and he pulls off her boob with an audible pop. “Enough.”
“Nami,” Sanji tries to beg but he’s mouthing at the air like he’d never left his spot on her tit. It looks stupid. It looks so endearing. It looks like love.
Nami tries to get her breath back, holds Sanji’s back and away from her spit coated boobs. He makes a keening whine and grips at her waist helplessly. It punches a laugh out of her. He really is a pervert for breasts. She knocks her forehead into Sanji’s. “I think it’s time for your treat. If you keep being a perv I’m going to come before I can give it to you.”
“But Nami,” the blond says, sounding torn. He smooths his hands down her thighs. “We can go more than once, right? As my treat?”
“Ah ah. I get to decide what your treats are Sanji.”
The blond pouts but lets her pull away from his body and hands. She smirks at him and dips down the shoves her soaked and ruined panties off her long legs. Zoro sucks in a fast surprised breath when she stands back up. Nami’s got a dick. A very hard and eager dick. Sanji rumbles something close to a purr at the sight of Nami being completely naked. He stretches his hands out to her.
She steps into his reach, grabbing the hem of his own ruined panties and slowly, teasingly slides them down the man’s hairy legs. Sanji is breathing wildly and grunts desperately when he finally steps out of the underwear. “Nami, Nami, my precious angel. You’re so amazing. The moonlight on your skin – the bend of your knees – your b-boobs, Nami, you’re – “ He’s cut off with a moan when Nami grabs his straining cock.
“Shh. I’ll give you your treat now. Roll over like a good boy.”
Sanji whines at the command and resists when Nami tries shoving him over. “Nami, nooo. Let me look at you, please. You’re so pretty. I want to taste. Let me – Let me suck you.”
Nami pauses, a rapid fire thought process whirring behind her intrigued eyes. Zoro tries to project his own agreement straight into her mind. She hums and cock a hip, making her boner bounce and draws both the cook’s and swordsman's eyes. “I thought you didn’t like blowjobs.”
“Nami needs to be punished.” Sanji says quickly, eyes gleaming and excited. “You’re not allowed to move, not allowed to come. Turnabout is fair play, right? Right?”
The witch sucks in a surprised inhale, her dick twitching and giving her away. “Fine. Punish me then, Sanji.” The cook practically melts to the floor in front of her the second the words are out of her mouth. “I won’t move so make this good.”
Sanji nods frantically and traces his hands up from her ankles to her hips. He dips his head and takes her cock all the way right off the bat. Nami’s eyes roll back in her head and a strangled grunt gurgles out of her mouth. Zoro finds himself in the same boat, shocked at the ease in which the cook gorged himself on her prick. His hips work, thrusting instinctually into his fist.
The cook swallows and Nami really does moan this time, whole body shaking as she holds herself back. The blond takes his time drawing back and gives fluttering little licks to her cockhead when he pulls back. “So good, Nami. Such a good girl.”
The cook’s voice is rough and deep. Both Nami and Zoro jerk and twitch at the sound. Sanji smiles, a hint of deviousness in the corners of it, before bobbing back down for another taste. He takes Nami’s cock with the ease of a well-practiced partner. Zoro can’t see from so far away but he’s certain Nami’s prick bulges in the cook’s throat on every pass. His dick aches so much he’s surprised it’s not completely purple.
Nami hisses and digs her hands into the cook’s hair. “Sanji. Ahh, this – isn’t fair.” Her whine makes the cook pick up his pace, swallowing and bobbing with fever. Nami keeps crying out only to cut herself off, trying to hold still and not thrust blindly into the wet heat around her dick. Sanji’s tongue presses against the underside, following a vein, and she almost loses it. She twists his head to the side with such force he chokes for a few beats while readjusting to the new angle. It’s cheating a bit, as she promised not to move, but the urge to fuck into Sanji’s mouth is growing overwhelming.
But Sanji takes it like a champ, humming and occasionally pulling back to litter her penis with happy blissed out kisses. It’s cute. His lips are red and swollen yet he keeps coming back for more. Nami groans when he deepthroats her again, swallowing tight around her. “Oh God, Sanji.”
He pulls back and licks his lips. “Don’t come. Just a little more. Okay?”
Nami growls but lets the blond slurp her down again. She’ll give him a few more seconds before taking control back. He takes her all the way, nose pressed close to her pubs. He looks up at her through fluttering eyelashes and she’s struck speechless. Sanji’s never looked so pretty before. Cheeks puffed out and throat full of her cock. Eyes just a hint wet and loving.
She’s coming before she can’t stop herself. Sanji makes a surprised noise, starts to duck back and away, but she catches his head with both hands and shoves him back on. She’d broken the rules, so why not go all the way? She’s a bad girl afterall.
Nami thrusts into Sanji’s mouth through her aftershocks. The blond goes limp in her hands and takes it without protest. Eventually the wet heat is too much for her overstimulated prick and she shoves him away.
Sanji coughs and falls back on his elbows. Cum flicks out of his mouth and onto his chin as he struggles to swallow it all. Nami feels drunk on the sight, already half hard again. She steps forward with intent. Sanji’s blue eyes look up at her with a surprised but questioning expression. Her heart flips at that, worried suddenly that she’s ruined the mood by disobeying his requests.
“Sorry,” She says quickly, not really feeling all that apologetic, and tries justifying with “But I told you before that I misbehave.”
Sanji’s shocked questioning expression breaks into a bright smile and laugh. “And I said I like it when Nami is a bad girl.” Nami feels herself settling again. They’re just fine. Perfect even.
Now it’s Sanji’s turn.
She grins with predatory-like intent. Sanji perks up at the look immediately, sitting up and looking at her like an eager puppy. Her cum is still flaked on his chin. She growls and reaches down, hooking her hands under Sanji’s armpits and yanking him to his feet. She bullies him into turning back to the counter and lifts him up so his ass hangs over the edge.
“Sanji’s turn.” She growls into his trembling back. One hand keeps him flat on the counter between his shoulders and the other dips between his legs. He’s just as wet as before, the inside of his thighs glistening with it. Her fingers slide in easily. He whimpers and clenches around her desperately. “I know, baby.” Nami kisses his lower back and scissors her fingers with teasing slowness. “Keep being patient. Soon I’ll fill you up so good.”
Sanji moans that turns into a high pitched keen when she works three fingers in and crooks them just right. His legs twitch and jerk around her hips. It fills her with a blinding dizziness. So much power in front of her yet submitting to her hands readily. With trust. With love.
“Sanji.” She snarls and bites at the trembling skin in front of her. Sanji whines and arches away from her harsh teeth. “My good boy. My sweet little slut. Are you ready?”
He nods rapidly, drool pooling under his cheek. Nami groans at the sight of his lust and makes sure to drag her nails meanly against his inner walls when she pulls her hand out. It just makes him quiver and shake, pussy clenching down and trying to hold her fingers there.
She’s not going to last long, especially with having come once already, but she can’t help but not really care about that when Sanji’s heat is begging for her cock. With one fluid thrust she’s in all the way. Both of them cry out, much too loud in the silent night, but it just spurs Nami on.
She thrusts like she wanted to on the deck not so long ago, wild and hungry. Sanji cries out and scrabbles against the counter to hold onto something as her hips forcibly shove him forward. Nami gets a good grip on one of his upper arms and uses that to yank him back when she starts to pull out. He cries out a choked version of her name and starts twitching back against her.
The slapping of her thighs against his bare ass has Nami snarling like a dog and sinking her teeth hungrily into the back of Sanji’s shoulder. Her hips piston back and forth crazily. Her cock hits deep with every thrust, has to fight with every back pull thanks to Sanji clenching down on her so needily. She won’t last much longer. But she’s going to make Sanji come first. This is supposed to be his treat afterall.
Nami snatches the cook’s other arm in a lightning fast grip and grunts with effort as she holds him up off the counter. Sanji sinks further down on her cock due to gravity and gurgles out something that sounds like the witch’s name. The thrusting is awkward and not as forceful this way but Zoro can tell she’s hitting even deeper with the new angle.
Sanji moans and cries out with every thrust, whipping his head back and forth, tears starting to leak out of the corner of his eyes. Nami struggles to keep them both upright, her arms straining and trembling. Her hips never stutter or stop, punching up with force Zoro never expected from her.
The two tumble to the ground with a hard thump and Zoro jumps forward with the intent to grab them but Sanji screams when they hit the ground and splatters his cum all over the floor. He pants and whines as Nami doesn’t even pause at their sudden change in position. She shoves him further into the floorboards and chases her own orgasm. Zoro watches in open mouth shock as Nami pumps into Sanji a few more times before crying out herself and slumping limply onto the cook’s heaving and sweaty back.
The swordsman takes that as his cue to leave before they both come back to their senses and notice him gawking at them. He makes sure to catch the door before it latches shut and scampers back down to the storage room. His dick is so hard it hurts.
Once the storage door swings shut he has his pants shoved to his knees and jacks his prick fast and rough, Nami and Sanji faces before they hit the floor burned into his eyelids. He comes embarrassingly quick and bone shatteringly powerful, vision whiting out for several seconds. He wheezes and blinks back into awareness slowly. His cum is all over his hand and the front of his pants. In his haste he forgot to even aim away from himself.
At least no one will see him when he slinks back to the boys room. Everyone else had already turned in for the night. Save Brooke who’s on watch. And he’d be too far to notice the obvious stain on Zoro’s crotch.
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“What’s my other treat?” Sanji asks softly as he runs his hand through Nami’s hair. She hums from her spot nestled into his chest and slaps around on the floor until she finds his discarded shirt.
She nimbly takes the box of cigarettes out of the front pocket and shakes a single one out. Nami offers it to Sanji with a sleepy smile on her face. He dips his head forward and takes it directly from her fingers.
“I like the way they smell after.” She admits, blushing slightly and wiggling until she’s comfortable again. Sanji exhales a quiet laugh and reaches over to retrieve his lighter from his pants still tangled around his ankles. Nami makes an angry grunt when he has to lean away from her.
He gently cradles her close and turns his head away to light his cigarette. The end blooms bright red and he inhales slowly. The lighter gets carefully tucked back into his pants.
Sanji curls protectively over Nami’s naked body and kisses the back of her neck before exhaling the smoke over her skin. “Don’t you know smoking is bad for you?”
Nami rolls over to look him in the face and smiles, a sly tilt to her lips, and says, “Well, I am kind of fond of bad boys.”