[ The sound of his name spilling from her lips in a litany of breathy sounds of pleasure is one of the sweetest sounds that Sanji’s ever heard. It’s no wonder he’s lost any sense of place and time, almost completely forgotten that there’s a reason he’s able to so wantonly fuck his crewmate without consequence, a reason they can be so intimate, a reason he can easily gaze deep into her eyes.
Since boarding the Merry, there’s never been a moment where he’d dared to assume they could be anything more than crewmates and friends. There were fantasies— lurid, filthy fantasies— but they were just that, never anything more. But over the course of all those years spent working on the Baratie, he’s been lonely, too, lonely and craving something to balm that feeling away.
Later, when there’s time and space to think, a piece of him will begin to feel that being trapped here is almost a small price to pay for the balm that being with her is. ]
I’m close too, Nami, so fucking— [ Every desperate thrust feels like it could be his last, hips jerking in wild starts, the full length of his cock sheathing itself deep inside her. The pleasure’s raging out of control, wildfire that’s somehow contained within the meager confines of his body, exacerbated by the sudden clench of her cunt as her orgasm slams into her. Sanji gasps, one hand still roughly kneading her breast and plucking at her nipple, the other curving around here waist, hand sliding under ass and squeezing hard, greedily keeping her close as he ruts into her, cock thrumming with pleasure, more and more and more until—
All that building pleasure suddenly bursts, spiraling, leaving him groaning and whimpering her name against her mouth, body trembling as he fucks hard into her one last time, cock pulsing as it spills hot spurts of his cum deep into her cunt.
A moment later and his forehead is pressed against hers, mouth panting, chest heaving, face flushed, muscles loose, as he stares into her eyes with unmasked satisfaction and affection, a grin that’s almost overwhelmingly earnest plastered on his face. ]
Fuck, Nami— [ He laughs quietly, leaning just the barest inch forward to brush a gently kiss to her lips. ]
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Since boarding the Merry, there’s never been a moment where he’d dared to assume they could be anything more than crewmates and friends. There were fantasies— lurid, filthy fantasies— but they were just that, never anything more. But over the course of all those years spent working on the Baratie, he’s been lonely, too, lonely and craving something to balm that feeling away.
Later, when there’s time and space to think, a piece of him will begin to feel that being trapped here is almost a small price to pay for the balm that being with her is. ]
I’m close too, Nami, so fucking— [ Every desperate thrust feels like it could be his last, hips jerking in wild starts, the full length of his cock sheathing itself deep inside her. The pleasure’s raging out of control, wildfire that’s somehow contained within the meager confines of his body, exacerbated by the sudden clench of her cunt as her orgasm slams into her. Sanji gasps, one hand still roughly kneading her breast and plucking at her nipple, the other curving around here waist, hand sliding under ass and squeezing hard, greedily keeping her close as he ruts into her, cock thrumming with pleasure, more and more and more until—
All that building pleasure suddenly bursts, spiraling, leaving him groaning and whimpering her name against her mouth, body trembling as he fucks hard into her one last time, cock pulsing as it spills hot spurts of his cum deep into her cunt.
A moment later and his forehead is pressed against hers, mouth panting, chest heaving, face flushed, muscles loose, as he stares into her eyes with unmasked satisfaction and affection, a grin that’s almost overwhelmingly earnest plastered on his face. ]
Fuck, Nami— [ He laughs quietly, leaning just the barest inch forward to brush a gently kiss to her lips. ]