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does the charmer act ever get tiring, or are you really that earnest?

i have a big appetite tonight. i'm sure you can come up with something more filling.

nami, you deserve nothing less than earnestness. of course i mean it.

[ almost as if something in him seems to naturally light up around women. but with nami, it seems to always be at its brightest. ]

and i definitely wouldn't want to disappoint that appetite. maybe i can get you filled up with something plenty thick and creamy.

[ she's just going to sidestep that real quick, thanks. ]

sounds mouthwatering. what does a girl have to do to get table service around here?

[ as if sanji could sidestep anything when it comes to him feeling so much about nami. ]

you don't have to do anything at all. just let me know if you'd like that service here in the galley or if you'd like a special delivery right to your bed.

[ she really cannot overstate how much she hates how his flirting is starting to sound less like game and more like home. ]

i think i'd like to savor my first taste in the privacy of my room. take my time devouring you to the very last bite.

Edited (dumb edit but it would have killed me ;-;) 2025-05-21 17:29 (UTC)

[ though he doesn't know, really, what it is she feels about him or his words to her, all he knows is that he's always ready to give her everything he can, to make sure she's treated with all the adoration that she deserves.

and he's certainly feeling plenty spoiled now, the simple effect of her written words going right down to his cock, the surge of arousal beginning to strain against his pants. ]

nami, i will feed you every piece of me, every inch, that you want. i'll make sure all your cravings are sated and satisfied. do you want me there now? because i will be there the second you want me.

[ sanji is a complication she never asked for in a crew that's everything she's ever wanted. it was easy to ignore him at first. to let his flirting fade into the background static of adventure, leveraging it to get her way whenever she could while simultaneously dismissing it as meaningless.

but as the days grow longer at sea, as she sees the caliber of man he is and the mettle that runs through him, it becomes harder and harder to dismiss him in any regard. he's kind. truly kind in a way that runs deep and true to a person's soul. and he's brave. brave, and over the top, and obnoxious, but charming nonetheless. each day they draw closer to the grand line, and each day her friends settle more firmly into the grooves of her heart as family, as crew. except for the persistent blond, ever fluttering around her and oscillating between the growing affection she shares with the others and something sharper, hotter. spice on her tongue and honey between her legs.

it's reckless, and stupid, but it's been too long since she's found refuge at port, and well.. she has eyes. it doesn't have to be anything more than crewmates filling each other's needs. it doesn't have to be complicated, right? ]

you talk a big game. come put your money where your mouth is, pretty cook.

[ anyone could easily wave off sanji as simply being a casual flirt, with all that he spares that easy charm in the direction of any lady that catches the gaze of his eyes. after all, it'd only taken a split section in catching sight of nami for his previously sour attitude to take a spin as his lips had spread into a wide smile and sweetness dripped from his every word. and he wouldn't refrain from admitting as such too, that any woman deserves to be treated with all heightened kindness and respect, compared to the way he often waves off men.

but ever since their fight with arlong, ever since he learned the truth about the selfless things nami had done for her village, about the the beautifully large size of her kind heart, she stopped being just any woman. even as she became more in the way of a crewmate alongside the other boys, his fondness for her could make his heart skip a beat from a mere glance from her direction, the beauty of the sunsets each day from the ship over the horizon of the sea paling in comparison to what a smile from her could look like.

and though the flirtatious charm remained just as prevalent as ever, sanji still held no expectations nor did he demand anything more than her than simply existing. he could want her but he'd never expect to have her, even as he dreamt endlessly of her lips and her curves, of how warm her body could be against his touch.

so that she's asking him for this now is almost an overload, with the way his heart pounds in his chest, heat radiating through every limb, straight to his fingertips. ]

and i'll happily give you that mouth and more ♡ i'll be there soon, nami.

[ because there's certainly no time to waste, not when he's ready to devote himself towards her every need. he wipes his hands clean at the sink, sleeves rolled up, and pats down his tie, looking briefly over his appearance to make sure it's presentable enough in her presence. his arousal is definitely evident, with the rounded outline of his growing bulge, but — well, that should be alright, given the circumstances, right? once ready, he steps out of the galley, slipping through the paths of the ship to reach her cabin, taking a deep breath before giving a soft knock to the door. ]

[ the day had been spent bent over her map table, long hours slipping away until she'd looked up to find all hint of sunlight banished from her small cabin window. ink stains her fingertips as proof of her labor, and there's an unseen smudge of it across the apple of her right cheek from when she'd brushed a strand of hair away. she unfurls like a night vine creeping to life at dusk, spine cracking from hours of being hunched over her maps.

this is the time of night when she would usually disappear into a warm bath, fingers slipping between her thighs to coax away the stress of the day— mind drifting to dangerous places. now that dangerous place is coming to her, and nami's heart is in her throat. she waits just a beat longer than necessary before calling out to come in, tone light but laced with the tension crawling just beneath her skin.

when the door creaks open, her silhouette is backlit by the soft glow of a lantern, posture casual but gaze razor-sharp and hungry in a way she doesn't usually let herself be. isn't used to being safe enough to be. bright eyes drag over him, slow and deliberate and she thinks yes and want.

the moment he tries to speak, she's there, soft figure pressing up against his, ink-smudged fingers on his lips, silencing whatever stupidly romantic and heartbreakingly earnest words he'd surely offer. She replaced them with a breathless plea, voice low and coaxing, demanding in her need.]

Don't. It doesn't have to be complicated. Just. [ her eyes meet his, blazing with an intensity that burns. fire trails behind her fingers as her free hand slips up the plane of his chest, curls around the nape of his neck, and winds into his hair, tugging him down to her height until their foreheads press together. ] I just want to feel, Sanji. Want to feel good. Can you do that for me? [ he’s so close she can smell the familiar blend of warm spices and woodsmoke clinging to him, and heat begins to pool low in her belly—liquid gold, molten and inevitable. ] Just... be good for me.

[ as he hears her voice from the other side, he steps carefully in, giving a nudge to the door and peering in to find her standing there, his feet now hesitating to move if only to take another movie to gaze her over. the lantern's glow transforms her into something almost angelic, radiant in the light that his heart seems to pick up that persistent pounding pace again, that fiery desire painted around her like a halo. it draws his eyes to her face, as gorgeous as he finds it at every hour of the day, perfection in all of its features, even with the smudge of ink rubbed into her cheek.

he finally inhales a breath, lips parting to speak before her fingers nudge against them, where he can almost taste a hint of that ink right against the softness of her skin. sweet praises from him are placed on pause to listen to her every word, to take in all of her conditions, every request noted with priority. if she asked him for the world in this very moment, somehow he'd find a way to bring together all the seas to place right into her palms. that she asks now for the opposite, for simply this, that's enough too.

as he feels the gentle press of their foreheads, urged by the tuck of her hand to his neck, sanji reaches between them, his own hand larger, fingers thicker with their callouses from heavy use of kitchen tools but clean and well cared for in his preservation of them, as he wraps them over her knuckles, gently taking the hand at his mouth to lightly nudge his head forward, pressing his lips to ink-stained fingertips with a delicate kiss.

it doesn't have to be complicated, she asks, and though the gesture might border on crossing the lines of exactly that, there isn't anything that he asks of her. ]

I can do that. I promise. [ his voice is a gentle whisper, absent of his usual cheerful charm to instead speak with a quiet solemn sincerity. his head offers another tilt, nose caressing nose, lips ghosting a light breath, hot in its exhale, to hers as they hover close, hanging within the brush of a promised kiss. ] I'll be good. And I'll make you feel good tonight, Nami.

[ his other palm rests at the small of her back, warm against the exposed skin just above her shorts, holding her to him as he closes that sliver of remaining distance to bring his mouth to hers, the kiss a soft invitation for her to seek all that she wants from him. ]

Edited 2025-05-21 20:54 (UTC)

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