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Sanji felt small.
He usually loved when those brown eyes looked his way; would give him the attention he so desperately desired. But with the sharpness they currently held, the unwavering cool that created an eerie calm, it turned Sanji squeamish.
Nami could see it.
From the way fingers fidgeted, to teeth gnawing at a pink bottom lip.
It was obvious, and it made her mouth curl up in a Cheshire grin.
They'd finally gotten out of Whole Cake Island, the Sunny now sailing steady, and Nami planned to have her way. She knew the man hadn't forgotten her promise, or even the threat, to 'drive him like a horse'. With how he flinched when she called for him that night, demanding Sanji come to her room for a 'talking', she knew.
So now Sanji stood across from her while she relaxed in her chair, enjoying the shaking mess of a blonde in the middle of her room.
"Sanji-kun," she softly spoke, said man nearly jumping out of his skin, "is there something you'd like to say?"
Trembling hands balled at the hem of Sanji's shirt, blue eyes darting up for just a second to move back down.
"U-um, Nami-san…" he started slowly, trying his best to put on a small smile. "Back on the island I didn't mean to- I mean, I didn't want to worry you, but-"
"Shut it."
Her words were like a knife, making Sanji freeze up and swallow. He was too easy to startle, as timid as a mouse sometimes, but Nami couldn't deny the joy it brought.
She snapped her fingers and pointed in front of her, yet another action that made the man jolt.
"Here. Now."
Nami's tone was deep and strong, as evil as she could make it, but even then, Sanji didn't move.
He looked like a kid being reprimanded, too afraid to take even a breath, which was the usual for these sessions. The only difference? He always did as told, and defying her word was unheard of.
"Sanji-kun," she spoke again, a blue eye glancing up from behind blonde bangs. "Do you want to make me happy?"
He immediately nodded, not even thinking about it, and Nami smiled again.
"Then come over here."
It took a long second, but eventually, he moved.
When Sanji unsurely stepped across the room, stopping in front of the redhead, she pointed towards the ground. The signal was common between them, used one too many times, and Sanji's legs buckled from underneath him as he collapsed to his knees.
"Now…" Nami soothed, leaning forward to reach out a hand. She ran it under his chin, Sanji shivering from her touch, and lifted his face to see a light blush across his cheeks. "Tell me what's wrong."
There was a strong confliction in his eyes, struggling to meet Nami's own, and she tilted her head at the silence.
"Well?"
Sanji took a sharp breath, a sudden shame washing over his features, and he would've dropped his head had Nami not been holding it up.
"Nami-san, I-" he tried to speak, a wobble in his voice as if he were on the verge of tears. "I feel like I don't…deserve it."
His face went hotter, now burning a bright red, and Nami nearly cooed at him for the adorable expression.
"Don't worry, Sanji-kun," she smiled forebodingly, lifting his face higher for his eyes to widen. "Because this is punishment, you see."
"Punishment…?" he repeated, blinking when she slid her fingers from beneath his chin.
Nami didn't break his gaze as she reached behind her, pulling out a long strip of silk to shine in the bedroom's low light.
"That's why, for tonight, you're not allowed to look at me."
Sanji still hadn't caught on, looking between the gorgeous woman and the strip of silk, and flinched back when she leaned forwards with both hands. His vision turned black as it draped over his eyes, taking a sharp, shuddering breath when careful fingers tied it around his head to knot it tight.
"Can you see anything?" a devilish voice asked, Sanji meekly shaking his head to answer it.
His breathing quickened when fingers slid from his head back to under his chin, his body obeying a single finger as it gently pushed up.
"I'll know if you're lying, Sanji-kun."
He frantically shook his head again, "I can't! I can't see anything, I can't…"
Nami grinned at his desperation, observing the way anxious hands clutched the hem of a black shirt. She ran her finger down the blonde's pale neck, passing over his Adam's apple to feel him swallow, before going further to trace over sharp collar bones and stop at the centre of his chest.
Sanji made light noises with the soft caressing, goosebumps peppering his skin while a red glow burned his ears. He was trying hard to keep still, containing himself with small squirms, and the navigator pushed into his chest to force a tiny squeak.
It was unusual for the man, Sanji normally becoming a drooling, panting mess by now, and Nami realised what a number Whole Cake Island must've done to him to turn him so reserved.
Well, it was an easy fix.
Nami wanted both of them to enjoy this, after all.
"Take your shirt off," she demanded, her voice booming in Sanji's ears.
"T-take…" he tried to breathe, those gulps of air becoming sporadic.
The wicked redhead sat back in her chair, leaving a stinging singe on Sanji's skin as she glared down at him and crossed her legs.
"I won't repeat myself."
With a jolt, shaky hands hastily moved to the buttons on the black, collared shirt. They slipped a few times, the cook struggling to undo each one, but eventually managed to get his shirt open to show his naked torso.
Nami made him sit there for a while, the blonde shaking more than he usually would in the still of the room with his shirt hanging off his shoulders. The navigator grinned at the sight, Sanji being so shaken he couldn’t even remember a simple order.
“I said off, no?” she teased, Sanji immediately gasping and moving to shrug the cloth off of himself.
“S-sorry, Nami-san.”
He was quick to apologise, his chest and shoulders finally bare, Nami tilting her head to admire it. The man always had fair skin, pale and smooth - delicate, like the rest of him was. It made the pink of his nipples stand out a whole lot more, the redhead getting a devious glint in her eye when she leaned forwards to reach out for him.
Her hands settled on his shoulders, goosebumps forming from the simple touch, and Sanji whimpered when she lightly dug her nails in to drag down sensitive skin.
Red lines appeared where she scraped, the sight an enticing one, heightened by the light noises Sanji made at the treatment. Her fingers stopped just above his nipples, hearing the man’s breath hitch, making her smile when he flinched as she drew circles around the already hardened nubs.
“You want me to play with you, Sanji-kun?” she smirked.
He reluctantly shook his head, biting his lip when she tickled up his sides. Yet another strange reaction, the cook would always jump at the opportunity to be made into a mess. Nami couldn’t complain though, this side of Sanji being just as cute as his others. It made it all the more fun to ruin him.
“Stand up” Nami commanded, keeping her hand on the man’s arm to help him off the ground. He immediately obeyed this time, following her touch to move on his feet. When he stood steady, she spoke again, “Now, turn around. Back to me.”
Sanji shuffled to do as told, Nami standing with him to take a step forwards and wrap her arms around his waist. It nearly had the blonde panicking, squeaking when hands made their way to his belt.
“I won’t take your underwear off,” Nami reassured, undoing the belt buckle to slowly slide the leather out, “not yet, anyway.”
Sanji’s pants dropped, the man only being left in his skin tight briefs - peppered with the heart pattern he adored so much - Nami chuckling upon seeing them. She kept her arms around him as she stepped back, making him move with her, and slowly guided Sanji to the chair behind them.
Nami sat down to shuffle back, carefully having the man sit between her legs, and held him against her chest when they settled on the furniture. Sanji was already breathing heavily, the warmth of the navigator’s body turning his head hazy, and she knew he was craving for the contact of skin against skin.
But more than that, Nami knew what he wanted most was the attention, the affection, that he’d shamelessly beg for on any other day. He wanted nothing more than to be praised, to be showered with words and touches of adoration, and she would drive him crazy with that alone.
“Hah!” Sanji gasped when fingers pinched one of his nipples, his skin turning pink. He let his head drop on Nami’s shoulder when the second one was pinched along with the first, biting his lip in an attempt to hold back any embarrassing noises.
Soft lips kissed his neck as his back arched, thumbs now rubbing in a circular motion to tease the tender nubs. He grabbed Nami’s lower thigh with one hand to try and anchor himself, failing when teeth bit into him while his nipples were tugged at the same time.
“Ah! Hng!” he moaned with a sob, a taunting tongue running up his neck to force his whole body to shake.
“You’re a lot more sensitive tonight,” Nami hissed a whisper, proving her point when another pinch had Sanji mewling.
It was the blindfold that had him melting like this, each touch a surprise that caused jolts of electricity to run down his body. Sanji couldn’t see the gorgeous redhead, but her breath on his skin burned wonderfully. Her voice pierced into his head to remove any thought, his entire world now only being her sounds and touches, and the feeling was almost too much for Sanji to take.
“N-nami-san- hah!”
She flicked the pink nubs, the hand on her thigh gripping desperately.
“The blindfold!” Sanji begged, panting and squirming in Nami’s arms, “P-please, I can’t-!”
“I don’t think so,” Nami grinned, hearing a long whine when she pulled his nipples. “This is punishment, remember?”
He wanted to acknowledge her words, to tell her he’d never go against her, to beg for her understanding; but they vanished completely when she grabbed his chin and turned his head for a kiss. It forced a pitched noise to escape his throat, the fierce woman holding him still as she tipped his head back to create a wonderful arch of his neck. Sanji would’ve melted to the floor when a tongue pushed past his lips had she not been clutching onto him, Nami smirking into the kiss with the sweet whimper she heard.
Honestly, for a man so dangerous, he was ridiculously cute.
The hand still on his chest went back to his nipples, pinching one tight in that painful sting she knew the cook loved so much. It caused his entire body to flinch, strong thighs squeezing together and rubbing pathetically from the stimulation he could barely handle. She plunged into his mouth all the while, running their tongues together and sucking Sanji’s own as he pliantly laid before her; loud moans being readily swallowed down by the sadistic redhead.
Even with how his imagination would run wild, even on the most heated of days, Sanji would do nothing more than sit still. Nami knew how much he liked it - loved hanging on her every word to be good for her. To be used and toyed with while he took it all with gracious groans worked for both of them, a sense of trust they’d developed for each other long ago upon first doing this; admittedly driving Nami just as crazy with that pleading voice.
Brown eyes scanned down a twitching body to the very clear bulge in heart patterned briefs, a sick thrill racking the navigator’s nerves at the sight. She pulled back to let the man breathe, Sanji immediately taking deep breaths when her mouth escaped his. But even with his lack of air, he tried to follow her, that citrus taste still lingering on his tongue nearly making him cry for more.
She moved her hands to hold either side of his face, looking down at the cook with a dangerous hunger. His cheeks had flushed that light pink she loved so much, his lips were parted and swollen in desperate pants, and golden strands stuck to his moist skin in small curls.
That hazy blue Nami craved to see stayed hidden behind the blindfold, her own resolve almost crumbling at the ache to remove it just to admire his wrecked state, but she held back with an iron will.
Sanji needed this, her own desires could be saved for another night.
“Get up,” Nami ordered, releasing the man to have him nearly slide off the chair.
He tried to obey her, he really did, but Sanji only managed to ungraciously fall to his knees when he pushed himself from the chair. He struggled to lift himself with splayed hands against the carpet over and over again, whimpering silently with each failed attempt. He felt so weak, as if every muscle in his body had given up on him; Nami’s presence alone being so intimidating it turned his legs shaky.
“Get up.”
She repeated her command while leaning forwards, glaring daggers into the other’s back. She knew he could feel it, from the way he trembled beneath her gaze, and Sanji bit his lip as he sat unmoving - unable to do anything else.
A surprised noise, mixed with a breath of arousal, left Sanji’s lips when hands rubbed up the back of his shoulders. Nami shifted to lean over him, blowing hot air on his ear to make him shiver, feeling how he squirmed beneath her fingers from such a simple action.
It was amusing; at least, to her it was. With not even a word, she could turn the man to putty beneath her feet. It simply took a light touch, a hot huff against his skin, and she could melt him down. To tease him, especially, made it all the more fun.
“I was going to fuck you on the bed,” Nami hummed, sliding her hands soothingly from around his shoulders to his neck. She slid one up to his scalp and into his hair, pulling tight to hear him squeak as the other held his jaw in a harsh grip. “But maybe the floor’s more suitable for you.”
Sanji couldn’t respond, only letting out depraved breaths with his chest rapidly rising and falling. Nami could see the excitement in it, a normal night having the man scream ‘Yes!’ from the top of his lungs, but this was gratifying too. It was interesting to see his body and mind struggling, wanting so badly to give in to the beautiful navigator while still holding back.
It wouldn’t take much to break him.
“Sanji-kun” she hissed, sultry and menacing, “do you want me to fuck you on the floor?”
He whimpered at the question, his hair being pulled tighter so she could get a closer look at his face. The angle also allowed Nami a better look at the cook’s shuddering body, spotting the wet patch in his briefs so shamelessly on display.
“Already dripping for me, are we?” she chuckled, immediately making Sanji tense up. “I haven’t even touched you, filthy boy.”
A moan nearly ripped from his throat, those degrading words rocking him to his core.
The fingers in his blonde locks slowly untangled, Sanji’s face being released to make his head drop with a whine. Nami stood over him, hands on her hips and eyes narrowed down at him in a lecherous glare.
“Take your underwear off,” she instructed, leisurely walking across the room when Sanji began to move. “Move forwards and bend over when you’ve done that, face to the floor.”
He could hear her voice moving further away as she spoke, a sense of anxiety creeping up on him while he shuffled to roll his briefs down his legs; now sitting on the ground completely naked.
She wouldn’t leave him, would she? It wasn’t so far-fetched to believe, considering Sanji knew he deserved it. Perhaps this was the punishment she meant, to abandon him in a needy state with only the dark of the blindfold to accompany him. But all fear immediately vanished at the familiar sound of a wooden drawer sliding open, Sanji’s ears perking up while his body shook in anticipation.
He nearly instantly crawled forwards, going a decent distance before dropping down. He could feel his hands shaking, his nose inches from the carpeted floor as he breathed rapidly at the noises within the room. There were the sounds of buckles being clicked and straps being pulled as Nami prepared herself, having discarded her pants and shirt in the process to only be in a lacy red bra and g-string.
The strap-on she wore sported a large pink dildo on the front, hanging heavy with a promise of pleasure the cook would always drool at. Even if he weren’t begging for it verbally now, Nami could see his trembling form on the floor, clearly knowing what was coming next. It was a complete picture of need that had Nami groaning.
She finally walked back over to him with enlivened steps, Sanji yelping when she bent down to grab his head and shove it against the carpet, his cheek squishing against it.
“Face to the floor, ” she reminded, a twitch of a dirty smile threatening to pull at Sanji’s lips.
“Sorry, Nami-san” he swallowed, voice broken and eager.
The apology was half-assed, as they usually were, and the navigator smirked at finally beginning to pull Sanji’s perverted self from his nervous shell.
“And ass up” she said as she stood back up, the blonde doing just that when he arched his back as high as he could.
Nami walked around him, admiring the view while uncapping the lube in her hand, a leering smile curling her mouth at how the man shivered from the distinct noise. She kneeled down to settle behind him, pouring the clear gel on three fingers before dropping the small bottle to the ground.
With her now free hand, she softly rubbed the round ass in front of her, delighting in the mewl Sanji made from such sweet touches. When she squeezed, he pushed back into the touch, nearly gasping upon feeling his ass being spread. It caused him to blush a cherry red, those calculating eyes he’d become all too acquainted with examining his most shameful areas.
Sanji’s entire body jerked at a cool finger suddenly prodding his hole, caressing around sensitive flesh just enough to tease, but never to penetrate.
“Do you want me inside you?” he heard an alluring voice say, swallowing the needy begs trying to jump from his throat.
“I-I…Nami-s- ah!”
Nails dug into the carpet when the tip of her finger pushed, Sanji clenching his teeth and whining as it quickly stopped to pull back out.
“You can tell me, Sanji-kun,” Nami grinned cruelly, eyeing the long line of precum that was already pooling beneath the blonde.
Sanji wanted to beg and scream, his lack of sight making it so he could only focus on the scorching touches.
Of course he wanted it, he’d take anything the wonderful redhead could give him and more, but his mind wouldn’t let him. He felt pathetic - he was pathetic; completely undeserving of such treatment. After what he’d done, after what he’d said, after the worry he’d caused.
He couldn’t.
He couldn’t give in to such selfish desires. Not from the woman he treasured so dearly.
It was greedy.
It was miserable.
It was-
“Sanji-kun.”
Nami’s voice brought him back, a hand running up his lower back to force a whimper.
“You can tell me.”
She repeated those words, words she knew he needed to hear. They cut through his chaotic mind, they took the bind off his constricted heart, and he shattered.
Tears fell from under the blindfold, Nami smiling at the sob that tore his throat.
“Please, Nami-san!” Sanji choked, barely able to speak as he pushed his hips back. “I want it, please!”
“Good boy,” Nami sighed, the praise combined with the single digit penetrating his walls causing a shameless moan to vibrate through Sanji’s chest.
It was ridiculously satisfying, that finger wiggling around making the cook squirm as tiny jolts of pleasure tickled his skin. That pleasure heightened when a second finger almost immediately joined the first, Nami knowing full well he could take the intrusion from the countless times they’d done this before.
Sanji gasped with a lewd smile, tears still falling as he began to throw his body back in an attempt to rock onto those generous fingers. Each sweet rub was enough to have him shaking, his hips lifting higher when his insides were sadistically pressed into.
“Do you like it?” Nami asked, seeing a blonde head of hair desperately nod best it could from on the ground.
“Yes! I love it!” Sanji answered in broken cries, nearly tearing the carpet upon a third finger pushing in.
His toes curled as she pressed to the knuckle, twisting her hand around to play with sensitive, velvet walls. A dirty tingle surged through Nami when bending those fingers produced a light squeak, licking her lips and dragging back steadily from the tight hole.
Nami carefully watched the trembling blonde before her, revelled in his obscene noises from being left almost empty, and viciously pushed forwards to force a full body jerk from Sanji as she plunged knuckle deep once more. His mouth fell open in a cry, unable to collect himself when being thrusted into again - Nami quickly picking up the pace and harshly gripping his thigh to keep him still.
Sanji tried to swing his body back to dig them deeper, wiggling around miserably while the floor muffled his loud sobs. She knew exactly where to hit, purposefully avoiding his good spot to keep him needy and wrecked. The teasing rubs worked to fry Sanji’s head, the electrifying pleasure he was being denied of dangling just out of reach; Nami chuckling cruelly with each twitch of his hips. He tried to form words, to beg for more, but all that came out was a wretched whine.
“You ready to get fucked?” Nami hissed the question, pushing into Sanji’s walls to raise his ass higher.
He wanted to answer, but all that fell from his lips were vulgar moans. So she leaned over him, keeping her fingers inside Sanji as her breasts pressed into his back, the cook whimpering at a hand combing through his hair.
“Sanji-kun, you need to answer me.”
There was a lustful drip in her tone as she whispered it, the dangerous edge an erotic thrill that had Sanji gasping. The light strokes on his head were like zaps to his scalp, each touch from the navigator so loud and overwhelming it rendered him useless beneath her.
“P-please…!” he attempted to speak, breath hitching at the fingers inside him.
Nami bit back a snicker, pulling her fingers out to receive a small noise of distress. “Hm? I can’t hear you.”
“Please!” Sanji nearly yelled, digging his face into the carpet.
She moved back, trailing touches down his nape and running hands down a trembling body. “Please what?”
“Fuck me! Please!” he squirmed on the ground, the shameful cry making Sanji’s body glow red. “Nami-san! Please!”
Those words were repeated between heaving sobs, Nami picking the lube back up to squeeze it over her large strap-on. A wrecked Sanji was always a good Sanji, a near perfect picture in front of the redhead as she smiled at his desperate form. There was just one thing missing now - rubbing the pink dildo while she prepared to complete it.
“If that’s what you want.”
Nami sat up on her knees, lining herself up with the twitching hole. She let the tip rub around at first, making Sanji anticipate it, before digging fingers into his waist and pushing in.
A broken whine left Sanji the further in she went, that burning stretch too delicious of a sensation - amplified by the blindfold forcing him to focus on nothing else. Most nights he’d be eager, pliant and ready to be used, but Nami noticed this time he was practically sucking her in.
She shuddered from the exhilaration it brought.
Sanji gasped when she finally bottomed out, the strap-on now buried deep inside him, the man already breathless because of it. Nami’s eyes turned dark, becoming lidded with his pathetic fidgeting.
Seeing Sanji like this, trapped under her gaze, completely at her mercy with his ass stuffed to the brim, was far too tantalising of a sight.
Now the picture was perfect.
Slowly moving back, Nami slid out, making sure to leave in only the tip as she held him tight. She released a long breath, regaining control of herself before continuing, and gave no warning when pounding back in.
“AH!”
Sanji’s head shot up, Nami not allowing it as she reached over to push his face into the floor. He yelled when she slammed in again, his entire body bouncing with his head being pinned down.
Each long swing of her hips became rougher, speeding up the louder the cook became. Shivers of filthy pleasure washed through Nami from the choked moans, his voice turning high-pitched the more she pressed him into the carpet; keeping him still to make sure the dildo perfectly plunged in each time.
Nami's own mind was beginning to turn hazy, the now drooling man beneath her too fun to ruin in such a way. She couldn't see his eyes, but she could see the tears still running down his pink cheeks, a sight that lit a sadistic spark within her.
"You're so cute, Sanji-kun" she cooed, giving him a particularly hard thrust that made him wail. "Do you love being fucked by me?"
"Yes! Yes!" Sanji sobbed, eyes rolling into the back of his head with another violent thrust. "I love it! I love it!"
His voice broke mid sentence, mouth hanging open from being stretched full. Nami groaned with him, biting her lip and digging her nails into his scalp to create a pleasant sting.
She stopped driving into him, taking one powerful swing with a loud slap of skin; filling Sanji up as she grinded into him with rotating hips. He tried to grind back, ass wiggling around and thighs quivering from the intensity of it.
"Hah! Fuck! Aah!"
Nami could feel herself dripping, hearts in her eyes as she watched him struggle. She fell forwards, pressing her chest to his back and making Sanji whine; the strap-on hitting deeper with the position.
"Shit," she grunted into his ear, wrapping an arm around his neck to squeeze him closer. "You're such a slut for me, aren't you?"
Sanji was incoherent, Nami moving her hips again as she lightly choked him - his head lifted and blindfold starting to slip. He barely noticed it, so fucked out his vision had become a blur.
"You're so good for me, Sanji-kun. So cute." Nami panted out, shifting up on her knees and taking Sanji with her.
He gasped as she took a hefty thrust, his body jerking and toes curling.
"N-Nami- s-sa- n!"
His entire body shook, Nami's name falling from his lips in wrecked mewls. She grabbed his face with her free hand, muffling the cook when she turned his head to the side and took his mouth in a wet kiss.
Sanji's own hands scrambled, clutching onto the arm around his neck as she tongued him with a fiesty hunger. He could hardly kiss back, Nami still rocking into him with a fervour that turned him stupid - desperately moaning into her mouth to beg her not to stop.
She forcefully pulled him back, a string of saliva connecting their tongues while she held his jaw. Nami looked over his now broken state of being, the blindfold slipped enough to show his eye; that wonderful blue completely clouded with a watery sheen. Those pink cheeks were tear stricken while his chest heaved stuttered gasps, hiccupping her name in sweet sobs.
Nami's heart skipped a beat from the gorgeous view.
"You're going to cum for me," she purred, Sanji whimpering as she slowly pulled out, "and you're going to remember who you belong to."
She pounded forwards, Sanji's eyes blowing wide when his sweet spot was directly hit. She gave him no time to collect himself as she slammed into him again, his back arching with a scream of delight.
Each thrust was precise, Nami making sure to milk him raw while Sanji babbled senseless things from sheer pleasure. He couldn't think anymore, a lewd fog clouding his brain in a way only the navigator could; Nami spoiling him when squeezing her arm tighter around his neck.
She nipped his ear, hissing into it "You gonna run away again?"
Sanji attempted to shake his head, unable to because of how he was being held. He cried out with another hit to his prostate, his entire body too sensitive to properly process anything.
"Answer me, Sanji-kun."
His name brought him back, his eyes focusing for just a moment, only to immediately lose it again with another cruel thrust.
"N-no! No!" he yelled it out between the sobs and the moans, repeating it to make sure Nami heard it. "No- I won't! I won't!"
"Good," Nami hummed, pulling out torturously slow to have the man shivering. She licked up his ear, teasing him just a bit more before whispering;
"Now cum for me."
She ploughed into him, Sanji screaming and seeing white as his body let go both with the action and demand. Strings of semen shot from his heavy cock, hitting the carpet as tears ran down his face from the sweet release he so desperately needed. Nami made sure to watch it all, smiling and softly kissing his neck as he trembled under her touch.
His aftershocks lasted a few minutes, those comforting arms holding him tight throughout it. He eventually collapsed back onto the floor upon being completely spent, his throat dry with his chest heaving in loud pants. Nami leaned over him to pull the loose blindfold off, smiling in relief when seeing a content bliss in his eyes.
“Feeling better?” she asked while running a thumb over his cheek, Sanji squeaking beneath her and digging his nose into the carpet.
“...yes.”
He was shy now, as he commonly was in these moments, and Nami chuckled when carefully pulling out. He made a noise, a needy one, something that tugged at the navigator’s heart.
“Give me a minute,” Nami sighed, pulling the strap-on off and throwing it somewhere to the side, a blue eye peeking out to watch her all the while. When she settled back down she held out her arms, motioning for Sanji to move, “C’mere.”
He pushed himself up, shuffling around and falling into the woman’s arms, radiating warmth as he curled against her. Sanji rested his head against her breasts, a hand patting his hair to make him melt. He’d become totally docile, taking a deep breath to calmly release it and further melt against the navigator.
“Thank you” Sanji muttered, Nami unable to see his face, but tittering at his very visible red ears.
“Don’t run off again, okay?”
He nodded against her chest, “Okay.”
A pleasant silence surrounded them, Sanji dozing off in her hold while she trailed her fingers through his golden hair. For all the grief he’d caused them, Nami couldn’t deny the ease it brought to have him back.
Her cook was just too cute to let go of.