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"You're really gonna make a move on him? He might pass out..."
Robin scoffs a soft laugh, peering down at the cards in her hand.
"He makes moves on me, and you guys all the time too."
Nami makes an almost disgusted sounding noise and jokes , "Yeah, but we don't take him seriously, you like him like that for real?"
The redhead seems like she's trying not to make sense of the situation, so as to not short circuit her brain, and is failing while burning holes in her cards with a dissociative stare.
Her offending crewmate, one of the easiest recruitments Luffy's managed to make, was talking about the ship's resident cook—who was always enthusiastic when a new girl to fawn over was around.
He was especially keen on her after the first few times she showed genuine interest back; 'cuz...rare find, y'know.
She was capable, talented, gorgeous, and absolutely stacked. Sanji couldn't ask for much else, and she still found a way to surpass his expectations.
To Luffy, she was a crazy strong woman that wore brass on her knuckles and fought really well.
To Luffy, it was obvious she should join the crew and to her it was the start of something new, something she's always wanted. She's settled into place in their little family quite naturally.
It was the usual, in the most comfortable way.
The usual was also Sanji's affections and near delirious flirting, which she had come to genuinely enjoy.
The day didn't start until he was chirping at her about what she wanted for breakfast, or how pretty she looked straight out of bed.
Was she stupid to fall for it? No, she didn't think so.
She remains she isn't. Although, Robin and Nami seem to really want to see her reasoning, their cards held to their chest in vain as they lean in, far more serious than necessary.
"Listen...Guys like Sanji are usually all bark and no bite." She starts, seeing Robin's expression begin to lighten first, the few years she has on the rest of her crew enlightening her and she chuckles as if to agree. In turn, the offender narrows mischievous eyes at her fellow female companions, "I wanna see if he's got it in him to deliver."
"You're insane, just to prove a point?" Nami speaks above a modest level and then clears her throat, realizing so. Her crewmate keeps her cackle in her chest and shakes her head, sighing as she puts her cards down, showing a winning hand.
"I also just like him, so no losses.~..." Nami groans, both at her sentiment and the loss, and Robin shakes her head incredulously. They notice her voice lilts a little gentler when she gushes over the cook. Nami chimes in once more, giving her the berry that was bet.
"I can't believe you have a crush on Sanji..."
Robin collects the cards and leans down on to her crossed legs to whisper across to her, Nami leans into the center of them. The three women are huddled as they continue their, truly what is, girl talk.
"So? How will you do it?" Robin's eye gleams with renewed interest. With that their crewmate turns to Nami with a sly look on her face, grin near malicious.
"Any chance of encountering some hot springs soon?"
The two women give each other a knowing look and then back to their crewmate.
"Oh, so you're going to kill him. You might as well." Robin says, monotone and in jest; but knowing Sanji well enough, if a woman he finds attractive invites him to a hot springs, he wouldn't be able to walk on steady legs for long. Or pass out from blood loss.
Again.
Nami smirks, "That could be arranged ...if I can have my berry back."
Of course. Leave it to Nami to hustle harder than thou.
With a resounding little cackle at an agreement, Nami scoops up her boon, and looks to her plotting friend.
"Next stop, hot springs!"
She says it loud enough for Zoro to hear from the crow's nest, and he looks down over the edge, annoyed at the random interruption to his nap.
In between their early afternoon game and lunch, they had sailed up to what seemed to be a bustling little town's port.
A welcome reprieve to the miles of blue for the past few hours, though it was smooth sailing. The weather was nice, too, it never hurt to deal with predictable climates.
After docking, Robin is quick to assess the landscape, and offers Nami some pointers on the locals and customs. She'll relay the information at the table for lunch.
Lunch that was being looked forward to for hours now. The heat bore down on the ship the whole day leaving the crew famished with the day's work. Luffy was the first to press the issue, over and over, until it woke Zoro up and reminded him his stomach was complaining along with his Captain.
Usopp and Chopper had dropped in to chirp about it and Sanji was losing his patience.
The next person stepping into his kitchen was gonna get an earful. The sound of the galley door being pushed open one more time has him chomping down on his waning cigarette and before he turns around, he starts,
"Can you shitheads be patient for on—OH MY!—"
His shock at the newest lovely addition to their crew standing there by the counter, with a soft smirk and eyebrow raised, sends him into hysterics. He wails in humiliation when she says,
"That's new, usually, you're nicer."
She knows he wasn't expecting it to be her to walk through the door and sit at his counter, but teasing him is too easy. Sanji lowers the heat on the stir fry he's tending to and slides himself across the countertop, hands clasped in a plea.
"MY ANGEL I'M SO SORRY FOR RAISING MY VOICE, I THOUGHT IT WAS ONE OF THE IDIOTS!"
His voice pitches cutely and his brows come together in a bashful expression, looking to his crewmate with desperation. She sits in front of him where he's splayed himself over the counter. Their faces are closer now, something Sanji cannot overlook and he skirts closer himself, hearts bursting from his eyes, pulled away by her smile.
He loved her smile, especially when it was his doing, even if it was due to a blunder.
"I know," comes from her in a soft laugh, she peeks over his shoulder, watching the pan start to steam.
"Smells good, whatever it is…”
She casts eyes back to him and he's still enthralled, but the compliment reminds him he has unfinished business on the stove. He shrieks as he turns around, taking the handle of the pan and giving it a toss then turns off the heat, letting it rest on a nearby plate. He slings a towel over his shoulder and turns to give his visitor his full attention.
She's been watching him the whole time, patient as ever, utterly captivated and eventually taken away by the schematics of her self assigned mission in her head.
God, she couldn't wait to have him alone for more than a few minutes.
Nothing on her expression gives it away, but she looks pleased seeing the cook move to dote on her.
"Can I get you anything while you wait, my love?"
He hums, noting how she leans into the counter, resting her cheek in her palm. Sanji can't avoid the eye contact, nor does he want to, but heat starts to creep up his neck when she stares for longer than it'd take to answer.
Still, he waits for a response with bated breath—was.....something happening?
Right now?
Finally?
Should he...?
He doesn't notice himself leaning in as if she were telling a captivating story, but the galley was silent. He's gotten close enough to where her hand would reach him if she brought it up, and she does.
A decorated thumb swipes down his chin, smoothing down a stray hair. His face burns, bottom lip tucked under his incisors with bridled elation.
"No. Not right now."
She finally answers, her voice cuts through the still air like one of Zoro's swords and Sanji finally takes in a full breath, flush reaching his ears. He watches how her lashes flutter against her cheek when she looks to him again.
'So pretty..'
"Please let me know if you change your mind; but while I plate can I ask you to tell everyone lunch is ready?"
Sanji's voice is still softer than how he would speak to his male counterparts, it even wavers a bit. He starts diligently placing the components of the meal on the plates, trying to focus on his work rather than the beautiful, alluring, tantalizing—Plating.
Right.
"Of course, honey ..."
His attention is swayed again and he nearly curls into the current plate, a fist slammed into his chest as if he's having a cardiac event.
Honey...she called him honey...
Something has to be happening!
Since she came aboard Sanji, even with his usual flirting, put a little more effort...made it personal.
Specific. Thoughtful.
It was actually a good way to get to know her, Sanji thinks. It would always strike up a conversation if he guessed something correctly.
The chef can't help but notice how much she looks at him when he talks too, in general not just when it's at her.
And come to think of it, of the other two women on board, she was the most receptive to his advances.
Could he actually be breaking through to a beautiful girl for once?
Was he gonna get laid?
Sanji doesn't notice his growing grin until another voice cuts through his racing thoughts.
This time one that can send him into a rage with the sound of a mere cough.
"What's so funny? You poisoning my plate?", Zoro yawns, always quick to push the cook's buttons. Sanji's expression drops immediately and he grimaces at the swordsman.
"No but I should, dipshit!" His soft voice is gone, he bites the remark at Zoro, who scowls at him in response. The swordsman flips him off and slams himself into the bench at the dinner table.
"Whatever, just give me food already."
Before Sanji can respond, the rest of the crew trickles in, Luffy bursts in second to last, enthusiastic for his chef's cooking as always. The messenger comes in last and she smiles watching the usual ruckus take place. Everyone finds their seat, and Sanji slides the plates down, being the last to actually sit. Her plate is perpendicular to his at the table and when Luffy tries to take the spot, Sanji shoves him down the bench, disregarding how he slams into Zoro at the end of it.
"Watch it!" The swordsman gripes at the chef but their captain accepts the next plate without a fight, digging in immediately and ravenously. Robin and Nami sit across from each other, eyes meeting after tracking their friend's movements. They were elated to be in the loop. It was getting boring on the ship. They were looking forward to hearing whatever sweet torture she was going to put the pervy chef through.
When she skirts around the table and sidles behind Sanji, a casual hand glides across his shoulders.
Innocent enough; but also enough for Sanji to sit up straight like he was commanded to, head snapping to her as she sits down. Their eyes meet in a quick glance and a smooth wink from her. His stomach flips and it isn't due to hunger, but there's no way he'd waste a meal, even if all he could think of was the warmth of her hands on him.
Other than Nami and Robin noting it, Usopp does raise a brow at the action but says nothing, instead shoves a spoonful in his mouth.
Chopper, Zoro, and Luffy are much more interested in their meal, and lunch is had in an uncommon silence for once. It was welcome, they had things to do and places to be after this.
As an excuse to linger around the cook a little longer, she offers to help with the dishes and Sanji would usually decline.
Usually, he would gush about how pretty girls shouldn't get their hands dirty but he was being a little selfish today. He wanted her around for as long as she would stay.
Alone again, their conversation flows naturally. Sanji takes a plate to dry, appreciating how his forearm grazes her arm ever so often. Something so simple sets his nerves endings alight, thinking of every way he would touch her otherwise.
It’s bad.
Her voice falls on his ears and brings him goosebumps, his eyes locked in on her cupid's bow as she speaks. He takes a deep drag of the smoke in his mouth and exhales through his nose when he nods in response to her question.
"Are you excited to check out the bayside? Probably some nice markets to browse through." The lighthearted inquiry makes Sanji hum and he adds,
"I'm sure there is, but I'm more interested in how you'll spend your time, dearest!"
God he's cute, but she knows exactly how to get a rise out of him and calmly responds.
"Well, I was hoping to tag along with you, if you'll have me." She hardly finishes the sentence before Sanji shouts a quick and sharp "YES."
His eyes widen briefly as if he were shocked that came out of him but he clears his throat, pulling a fresh cigarette to his lips.
"Yes, I would love that," He confirms, and takes over the last of the dishes, insisting she shouldn't deal with pruney fingers. The suggestion that came out of her mouth next was music to Sanji's ears.
"Maybe we can go shopping? I want a new swimsuit, getting bored of my rotation."
Sanji shuts the sink off, eerily quiet, and she just waits, arms crossed and leaning against the counter next to him. She's holding back a grin now.
Too easy. She loves it.
He turns to her, bringing a rag to his nose before she gets to notice the drop of blood that had dissolved away with the rest of the draining water.
"I would be honored." He says seriously, his resolve cracks further at the thought of helping her pick one out.
The ones she wore were already lovely to begin with, but what if she got one his favorite color? Or the color of his favorite shirt to match him? What if she let him tie it for her? Or take it off? Glide his hand across the soft skin of her back, the underside of her ti—fuck, he was hard.
Aaand she was gone, taking his sudden catatonia as her sign to freshen up and get ready.
When they meet again, she sighs as he approaches. He had showered, and he smelled good.
The kind of good that makes you wet, good.
She tells him that, that she likes his scent (not the wet part, the night would be over before it starts) and he smiles, eyes blooming into hearts again. His cock stirs but it's easy to ignore.
"You think so? Thank you, gorgeous. You look beautiful tonight!~"
She wants him so bad.
Sanji grabs their goods basket quickly before he's at her side again, nearly vibrating with excitement and nerves.
"Are you ready, princess?"
Oof.
That one got her. The flutter in her stomach makes a hard stop to turn into something heavier, more intense. A somersault maybe. Her arm links with the one he offers, Sanji finds her looking at him hard again.
"Let's do it." She purrs out in her smooth tone. Sanji can only take a drag of his cigarette to steel his nerves before stepping onto the gangplank with her in tow.
The markets prove fruitful for ingredients for at least the next few months, putting the cook at ease.
When it comes to her shopping, he becomes more attentive. At the markets, it was like he was on auto pilot and was hoping to get through his list as fast as possible.
The boutique they found wasn't half bad and it was priced pretty fairly—she'll have to tell Nami about it later. Sanji could only gawk at the garments, pleasantly surprised at how much skimpier they were getting. And she just kept reaching for smaller and smaller ones!
Sanji went as far as to choose one, a teal one with a sparkling star motif in its hardware and enough coverage but not much. She was pleased to see him know her taste so well, meeting his sheepish expression with sparkling eyes.
"I like this one a lot, actually. You have good taste, Sanji."
Wow, his name has never sounded better. Sanji's expression mirrors her elation, this was a win in his book. He grins, taking a step closer to her and she's taken away from admiring the details of the article, his cologne intoxicating her again.
"Should you try it on, make sure it fits?" His eyes narrow in a smile but his expression softens when she coyly responds, "Oh I'm sure it will...what's the worst that can happen?"
She gives him a sultry look, smirk on her lips.
"Is there such a thing as too small for a swimsuit, ya think?" And Sanji bites his lip, shaking his head to answer. No, there is not.
There's a swell of pride in her chest when she notices his face turning a rosy red over a simple question.
As one would expect his imagination was running wild; the thought of her ass swallowing the slim bottoms, her probably perfect nipples barely covered by the small triangles of the top, plush breasts spilling out from below.
FUCK, he was getting hard again.
'What was her angle here exactly?'
He wondered with anticipation, and just hoped that at one point he could see her in that bikini. Sanji has never shelled out Berry so quickly and she thanks him with a kiss on a blazing cheek.
As the sun sets, the lights of a lovely night market start to line the horizon. They walk arm in arm again, and for a brief moment at separate points in their exploring, they forget they have a whole ass crew running around as well. Watching Zoro and Usopp round a corner, they wave them down for a quick check in. Luffy has gone off to find food, as usual, and Nami is probably splurging on stationery for her cartography.
Usopp points to a book stand a few feet away where Robin and Chopper excitedly speak to the vendor.
With everyone accounted for, the two of them can continue on.
"Shall we?" Sanji prompts her so as to continue their...what he would like to call, a date..
"Hold on, I wanna ask Robin something..." And there's a soft whine that leaves Sanji when she slips away from being tucked at his side. He watches her walk away like a kicked dog, pulling the cigarette out of his mouth to exhale, the smoke takes the shape of a little heart as he leans against the wall waiting for her. His mind wanders as he does, staring emptily ahead in her direction.
Nami had promised hot springs and Robin seemed to have spoken with the locals enough to gather the information herself. So while Sanji daydreams, she makes to further her plan of action. Robin replies quickly, albeit shocked at her sudden appearance.
“Is it happening?” Robin asks cryptically.
“It's happening.” Her friend nods, a determined look on her face.
Chopper looks up from a medical journal and chirps, “What’s happening?” to his crewmates, but Robin went back to browsing and the other one was gone.
‘Northeast’, Robin had said, where the magma from a chain of underwater volcanos off the coast has cooled and formed land and pools of simmering, mineral rich water. She orients herself in the direction she was told and as soon as she does she stomps over to Sanji, pulling him away by hooking her arm around his. He's spun around until he's beside her properly again and he looks at her with a grin.
"What were you two beauties talking about?" He presses lightly, just happy to see you two get along in general. She hums and playfully bumps into him.
"Don't worry about it, handsome. Say...any chance you've got trunks under those fancy pants?"
Sanji's jaw drops a bit in shock at the question and what it could insinuate.
“U-Uhh…”
The cigarette usually between his teeth was taken by his partner, he watched her glossy lips wrap around the smoke and take a drag. Sanji's voice turns low, eyes locked on her mouth as he swallows like he's parched ; "I have underwear and no shame if it means spending time with you, doll."
Sanji didn't know if that was the right thing to say, but the dazzling grin she gives him makes his worries subside.
"Good, that's good to hear."
'Damn, she's pretty.'
His heart pounds in his chest as he follows her blindly into the lushness of this island's coast. When the trek starts to get steep is when he cares more for his surroundings, the smell of sulfur and sea spray striking his nose. She gives him another gorgeous smile as they duck under foliage for a brief moment.
"Heard there's a hot springs nearby.~'
Sanji could actually die happy now, but he would rather wait 'til after whatever she has planned at the promised hot springs.
"L-Lovely! Does that mean you'll model your new swimsuit for me?" The cook nearly grits it, sweat breaking out on his brow, but he keeps his light voice even through the strain. Even though this moment in time is threatening to tear apart every shred of decency he's known to have.
Sanji jogs to catch up to her when she shouts that she found them.
"Here it is!"
She swivels her head to see there is: a modest wooden kiosk with fresh towels, small individual changing rooms, signs with instructions, schedules of when the towels would be replenished. Otherwise, the area was secure. It was unmanned, unoccupied, and unforgettable.
Beautiful beyond words, really, and if the solar powered lanterns were to flicker on right now, Sanji would thank the heavens for the perfect ambiance.
The skyline is just now turning purple, there's still time for that.
She laughs softly watching his face brighten in awe, eyes sparkling. It was her turn to fluster at him, chewing her bottom lip while she contemplated her next step. He was still settling their things down and when he hands her the swimsuit bag, she's ripped out of her stupor.
“I’ll set everything up perfectly for us, take as much time as you want.”
The offer isn't over dramatic this time or followed by a ridiculous proclamation. This time his voice is as husky as usual, and his eyes carry a great amount of admiration, of need. He’s taking off his blazer watching her walk into one of the stalls and then a lengthy exhale leaves him once the door closes.
The heat of the island, the springs, his own fucking body is starting to get to him. He strips down to his underwear, as he said he would, and keeps a towel around his shoulders. He lights a fresh smoke, and waits patiently, gathering everything he has to make sure he doesn't completely fuck this up.
Despite him suggesting she take her time, she rips the little clothes she has on as is, to put on less. In the small narrow mirror of the changing room, she looks good. She can't help the incredulous laugh that leaves her as she adjusts her assets and checks herself out in her new gear.
Pleased with the selection, she tosses a towel over her arm and shoves her other clothes in her bag.
The sound of the door creaking open again pulls Sanji away from peeling some tangerines he’d brought as a snack from the ship earlier. He nearly drops one watching her approach, but his fist curls around the delicate fruit instead and he doesn't notice the vice grip he’s got on it until he feels its sticky juice coat his fingers. He curses under his breath and wipes his hand off, eyes glued to the way her hips swayed lazily walking over to him. She grins seeing his lips press together in a pained smile.
“You're killing me, angel” He revs, standing slower than he’d like, but he’s tenting in his boxers right now. She hums and gives him a spin for extra measure.
“Like it?”
She looks over her shoulder, leaning forward a little so as to show off the bottoms. Which, really was, mostly her bottom.
She was in full throttle now, no mercy. He’s kept up so far.
She catches how his fingers twitch at his sides, itching, and she's being courteous enough to ignore the growth in his underwear, for now. But she won't ease up on the teasing.
Sanji is actually bold enough to step closer and he brings his hands up to hover at her hips. She expresses permission.
"You can touch…" , is a huge relief and Sanji is now mostly certain he could be getting laid. Or this is the most elaborate, cruelest joke he has ever been witness to. He's shooting for the former.
His hands come down onto her hips, feeling the expanse of her exposed sides, all the way up to her waist where the string of the swimsuit bites the flesh perfectly. He groans softly, his hand at her waist, squeezes for confirmation.
“You look better than I imagined you would.”
Their noses graze when she looks up at him this time, and she smiles at him with teeth.
"Thank you...", Sanji watches her bring her hands up to his chest, feeling his months of hard work and training ripple under the muscle.
"You always look good." He adds with a sigh and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, and just as he leans in, the lanterns from earlier brighten up the darkening vista.
He grins before sealing his mouth over hers. She isn't surprised he kissed her, she was surprised he was good at it. Very good.
The melt into the kiss was immediate and when his warm hands are engulfing her face, tongue slipping past her lips so politely that she meets him without a second thought, she's enraptured. A soft moan rises out of his chest when she presses against him, her arms pulling him into her around his back. Sanji felt her soft tits against him and hummed, breaking the kiss. The little string of spit connecting their lips was so erotic, she could barely focus on what he says next.
“I can touch, right?”
He confirms, pulling her into him with wandering eyes still, a forlorn expression on his face as if he’s yearned for this (he has). His hands glide up and down her back, under the string holding it together there, then over the round of an asscheek when she nods.
“Mhm,” She leaves a glossy spot on his throat when she whispers, his palms press down and his fingers curl into the flesh where it is on her ass, gripping.
“Want you to touch me everywhere.”
A moment of clarity reminds Sanji why they came there and he glances back at the inviting steam rising in the air.
“D-Do you wanna get in the spring first?”
The lack of sun and higher altitude brought a breeze that made it cold enough for their skin to break out into goosebumps. She shivers, as if on cue, and nods.
She grins at him before sitting at the edge of the pool and dipping a foot in first to test the water. Sanji doesn't think too hard, and just takes the plunge and slides in smoothly. Maybe the shock will get his head straight and courage steady. So far so good.
He wades to where she sits by the edge of the pool and places ringed hands on her thighs, right above her knees before he travels up slowly. His palms press harder the further up they go and he seems lost in thought.
She sits up straight before leaning back on her arms and giving Sanji a heavy look, knocking a knee against his hip to bring him back. It was almost like a dare, and the cook took it.
His hands put light pressure on her inner thighs, pleading for her to open them, and she sets them apart one at a time. Sanji could come at the sight alone, her legs spread wantonly, exposing how her puffy mound is snugly and barely covered by the shiny material of the bespoke swimsuit. He whines as he squeezes her thighs tighter and leans in to press a kiss into her hip crease, pushing her legs back some more.
“You look so good like this...”
He nearly salivates as he kisses across her stomach to the other side of her hips, sucking wet blotches on the skin there. A satisfied hum leaves her watching him, thinking of what the others would say if they saw his handiwork. She purrs at him, watching his pink tongue glide across below belly button and rewards him.
“Thank you, baby, you made a good choice.”
Her voice, the pet name, the praise sends chills down his spine and he moans against her skin, his cock twitches in his underwear.
He makes another brave choice, though, and brings his thumb to press into the thin fabric against her slit. He notes how her hips buck when he grazes a specific spot and he commits it to memory, his thumb slippery as he pulls away. He didn't think she’d be this wet so soon.
Sanji sucks it off his finger as naturally as one would blood from a paper cut or sauce from a runny dish. It makes whatever snide remark she was mustering die in her throat.
Instead, she juts her hips at him some more, as if to encourage him to follow whatever instinct he has next. Sanji's fingers tease under the string at her hip, skimming the hem down to where she's covered and peels it off to the side, exposing his treasure.
Shiny and tempting.
The chef’s eyes blow open in determination, licking his lip before he inhales deeply and latches onto where she had liked his fingers before. A jolt and a yelp from her makes the rough tug Sanji feels in his hair worth it. His pretty eyes cast up at her while his mouth is sealed against her, he wants to see every little expression. He can't keep them open for long before they flutter close in pure ecstasy, though, swallowing her down greedily. Merely bringing her pleasure is enough. He'd be more than grateful if this is all he gets.
A sharp inhale leaves her as she curses, brows knit together and head thrown back briefly before she continues to watch him intently. She pushes his hair back lovingly for a better view.
Sanji laps at her like he'll never have the opportunity again, because he really doesn't know if he will. His lips press kiss after kiss around her clit, making her hips buck pathetically every time. Strong hands knead her hips and ass, they paw at her tits, nothing short of desperate; it riles her up seeing how confidently he snaps the triangles of the suit away from her breasts. She whines at a particularly hard suck and a rough squeeze but she praises him for it.
“You're so good at that, making me feel so good,” She mewls at him, voice lilting how it did earlier talking to the girls. She's watching how he detaches from her with a wet chin and shiny lips, back to pressing kisses to her inner thighs before he brings his mouth back to lap at her slick entrance, essentially making out with her cunt. She moans at the bass of his voice against her skin when he speaks again;
“You taste amazing, princess. Thank you for letting me try you…”
Her nose could explode in blood right now, she wouldn't be surprised. She plugs it and tilts her head back just in case anyway.
He made genuine gratitude so erotic somehow, and looked like a vision doing it. All flushed and wet and sweaty, his hair out of his face, cigarette tucked behind his ear, he’s delectable. She let an enamored whine slip past her lips, a noise she didn't know she could make.
“Sanji…always so good to me…”
More praise brings Sanji to bring his ardent kisses up her torso until he reaches between her breasts and diverts his skillful tongue to her pert nipples.
“You're perfect, your tits are perfect..” the last part was a whine and him losing a bit of his eloquence, but his brain is fogged to the ears with lust for the woman before him.
Splayed across a beautiful setting, letting him touch her with the intent to make her feel good; he couldn't be closer to heaven.
She bites her lip to stifle a moan that would've been too loud, watching him switch breasts and she shifts to sit up some more.
“C’mon, darling, I wanna hear you.”
Sanji only detaches to make his plea before continuing. He kisses her neck, stopping at the spot below her ears that makes her weak. She brings arms around his shoulders, letting him settle his hips snugly between her thighs. One of his arms cages her in at her side while the other hand is pulling at the knotted string of her swimsuit, making sure to untie it diligently, patiently.
“I’ve dreamt of this before”, he admits between a languid kiss to her chest, “But I don't think anything can compare to the real thing…”
She chuckles at that, leaning up to find his lips in a promising kiss. Promising this will happen again, that it won't be the last time. Not if she has anything to do about it.
Between more kisses, she snakes a hand down to his boxers and he nearly flinches at her touch. A soft, (what he hopes is) impressed coo is pressed into his ear.
“So hard for me ..” Her fingers skim against the weeping head and he visibly shivers, skin rising, nails digging into her thighs. “I always wondered what you’d feel like in my hand…”
Sanji takes a deep breath as she strokes him, head hanging so she can speak into his ear. A groan slips past his lips and he gulps as he nods, showing he's listening.
“In my mouth,” She continues, hiding a devious grin into his neck, she presses a sweet kiss to his pulse. She could feel how he tenses up, like a rubber band about to snap. The nails on her thighs have turned to heavy hands gripping on for dear life.
“Inside me…” She continues. Her hips roll into nothing, which Sanji notices, and brings his middle finger to tease her entrance, a small distraction from her dirty talk.
Sanji took care of his hands because they were talented, not because he was scared to use them.
He presses the elegant digit into her warmth, all the way to the last knuckle and then he wiggles it.
Presses up into that spongy spot before pulling back and involving his ring finger. The cold metal of said ring shocks her. Her gasp made his cock jump in her hand. A surprised moan makes Sanji look at her, watching her face contort when his two fingers hook into that spot again. A wail is ripped from her, his eyes locking with hers. He looks completely lovestruck—each hook of his fingers cuts her breath short and he does it over and over again just to see her face screw up.
“Y-yeah? What else?” He asks in earnest, voice broken. He regrets asking because he can't bear to hear the rest of what she says when she starts with, “In my a—”
Sanji snaps and slams his mouth on a laugh that turns into a groan. She meets his kiss and does her best to assist in getting him further out of the pool and on top of her.
Below, he leaves her empty abruptly and sucks his fingers clean, leaving her wanting in more ways than one. Sanji looks down at her panting beneath him and once again commits it to memory.
She almost drools at the sight of him, his hard body warm and dripping from the water; it's tough not to stare but she doesn't think he minds. He’s doing the same. His eyes rake over all of her once more before settling on her flushed face. Her lipstick is gone, he notes, and her lips are swollen with all the kisses he's given her.
Beautiful.
He wants more, and he gives her more and it never stops making his blood roar when she shows him she does too.
With her under him, Sanji, for a moment, doesn't know what to do. In his trance, he comes to when the warmth of her hand in his underwear is replaced by the chill of the breeze coming through. She's pushed his boxers down and he's sat up on his haunches with her thighs draped over his own. The new view of her makes his cock twitch where it's sprung against his stomach.
“You’ve really thought of me like that?” He breathes out, hands running over every sensitive part of her he’s found so far, swiping a thumb up her slick lips below, tweaking a nipple. The way she squirms and nods makes him tuck his lip between his teeth.
“I think about you all the time, Sanji.”
The confession, even charged with lust, holds such honesty that he can cry. He whimpers when she comes up for a kiss, cradling her face in his hands like something precious.
‘All the time? She thinks about me all the time?’
Was he so used to being turned down that he didn't even notice what he's always wanted right in front of him? No, surely, she was good at playing it cool, maybe unfairly so. His lips are pressing patterns into her throat while his hips buck into hers. When he feels the warmth of her legs circling his waist, he’s quick to catch a thigh with one hand while the other rubs at her thrumming clit. He moans at the same time she does when she closes her eyes, his tongue swipes over her lips before he croaks;
“M wanna make you come…” The head of his cock presses into her while he watches intently, the feeling of her inviting him in almost too much. A soft groan leaves him when the pop of his tip entering her reverberates through her body, sending a jolt through her and pulling another sweet sound from her lips. Her toes curl and she reaches for him again, feeling the cut of his arms. Sanji covers her with urgency, lips finding each other once again.
His first stroke is slow, testing, it drives her crazy. But when their lips part again he gives her an honest thrust. Then another, and another until he sets a pace that makes her breasts bounce in a mesmerizing way. She can't help the smile that creeps on her face as she looks down at where they meet, eyes dragging up at him to find he’s not stopped looking at her.
Between kisses, she breathes out, “...so fucking good…”.
It spurs him to grip her hips closer to his, until he's almost moving her on his cock himself. With how her body relaxes and she throws her arms above her head, she doesn't seem to mind at all. In fact she moans his name, which could've set him off at any other point. He keeps the visual stored away for later, but he’s emboldened with how the night has progressed so far.
He can do this.
He is doing this.
The constant jam into her at this angle has a tidal wave orgasm creeping up on her, feeling the heat spike up her back and into her lower gut. Her lips part with a broken whine, a warning in the shape of her hands gripping onto his strong forearms, so as to anchor herself down to him.
“‘M gonna fuckin’ come…” Her voice comes out strained, slurred, weaker than he’s used to hearing her and it sets him on fire. His jaw slacks as he speeds up his hips, fully hunched over her now, in missionary. He’s laced his fingers with hers above her head.
“Please, I want you to, so bad, please come for me…”
His pace has become brutal but Sanji tends to every part of this dance with such gentle care that it's the only seemingly out of place element here, and it's welcome. If you ask her, she wouldn't complain. She can barely think.
His hands squeeze hers tightly as he watches her eyes snap shut, her pretty lips shape into a soft ‘O’ and he feels the grip of her release around him. She curses loudly, nails biting into his forearms.
With all the confidence he was fucking her with, he was certain he could make it so she can come twice, but he underestimated how good it would feel to be inside her while she does.
It was a gush of warmth, a loving strangle, the most delectable suffering one can imagine. Sanji whimpers into her ear, hips pistoning. He catches how her lip trembles before she bites down on it, eyes slamming shut again with a flush that reaches her chest.
Yes.
Yes, he was gonna do it.
The cook is overwhelmed and his voice shakes when he wails his warning.
“Ah shit, gorgeous, I’m there too.” His brows come together in a grimace, and he realizes he probably shouldn't assume he can stay inside.
Gods, does he want to, but his eyes snap back to her face and she's surprised enough to round eyes at him back.
“Wh-Where do I?” He winces as his hips stutter and she shakes her head and quickly breathes out, “Wherever, I don’t care.”
What was going to be Sanji thanking her is cut off with her mouth as she squeezes her legs into his sides, toes tightening to brace her for a sudden second orgasm.
That was the end of Sanji; she said wherever, so he doesn't even think to pull out, he needs to be buried in her. His hips slow to a roll as he rides out his bliss, a soft grunt leaving him every time he plunges back in. She moans in kind, feeling how his heavy load fills her with each jerk.
When she can feel her legs again, she goes as far as to grind her hips down on his in a final act of appreciation. This makes Sanji hiss before a delirious giggle parts his lips, strong hands stilling her gently.
“....Fuck.” Is all she can muster with a dry throat. She watches him catch his breath, back on his haunches like he’s just fought the hardest battle of his life— his hands course up and down her sides as if to ground himself. He was light-headed.
“Fuck." He concurs.
He only pulls out when she starts squirming, but Sanji would stay inside her forever. The loss hurts her just as much, but she knows he’s watching for how his seed spills out of her. She scoffs a laugh, raising her hips to let him see.
“Pervert.~”
It's okay. She was too.
Sanji groans, almost embarrassed that he wants to see so bad, but his eyes are exactly where she knew they'd be, watching his pearly cum ooze out of her. He tucks himself back into his boxers as he does, a heavy hand affectionately squeezing the inside of her strong thighs.
“You’re so good to me,” He purrs it against her lips, “You're perfect…Letting me come inside you like that…you look so pretty when you come…”
The compliments rolled out like they did every other day and she's captivated by him all over again. When she sits up, he leans in to help her, and goes to get a towel to clean her up.
Still so attentive.
A dreamy sigh rises out of her as she adjusts her swimsuit back in place. Sanji’s back at her side with a carafe of water and a freshly peeled tangerine.
If it weren't for his state of undress and the flush spanning his entire face and chest, the cute smile on his face wouldn't give away that he just rocked her shit. To Sanji, she was radiant, post coital glow making her skin beam as if it held the sun itself. The cook naturally brings up his hand to press a slice of the citrus against her lips sweetly. When their eyes meet again, it's quiet, but in their minds they share a thought.
‘So cute.’
She takes the fruit from his fingers with her teeth gingerly, liking how his hand cups her cheek tenderly after. Her lips press to his thumb at the corner of her mouth.
She breaks the comfortable silence with a question. Her head tilts curiously and a smile pulls up on her lips.
“Was that your first time?”
Sanji’s eyes go big, and he brings the cig behind his ear to his lips. He lights it and in the time it takes for him to inhale and exhale he gives her a composed response.
“I guess, technically, “ He shrugs, not knowing the logistics of a first time if you’ve come from head before.
“That was the furthest I've gotten.” He says succinctly, and she nods in understanding. Despite his calm response he seems to realize there could be a way to pose that question in a negative way. There's a brief look of horror as he reaches towards her.
“W-Why? Did it suck?” She laughs at that and shakes her head, the heavy glance she gives him does not go unnoticed.
“No! You were perfect, Sanji. I came twice.”
It would be a lie to say he didn't feel a swell of pride in his chest at that, a soft smirk curling at his lips as he turns his head to blow the smoke away from her.
She decides against biting her tongue. She continues, winking at him playfully.
“Makes me wish we had more time alone together. You want a sous chef?”
The sound of Sanji's laugh hitting her ears makes her smile widen, even though he looks genuinely distressed when he responds.
“Oh, I’d never get anything done, honey.” He’s moved over next to her, slipping his legs in the water too.
“You can have me anytime you want.” He exhales, smitten with the woman beside him. She presses a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth before stealing his cigarette for the second time that evening.
“I’ll hold you to that, lover boy.”
“He did!?” Nami gasped at her crewmate’s very detailed report, trying to keep her voice down in the cabin.
The cook was right above them, after all.
“I can't lie, Nami, he put it down.” She says it like they were discussing serious business. Robin chortles and sticks her nose further in her book.
“Seems like he did have some bite after all.” The dark haired woman can't keep the laugh out of her voice or the smirk from creeping on her face.
“Yeah, I’m kind of super glad I was wrong, honestly.” Their crewmate laces her fingers behind her head to cradle it and grins sheepishly.
“Were the hot springs nice?”
“Oh, they were great! Thanks for the help again, ladies.”
Nami and Robin raise a brow as she gathers some things and goes to leave.
"Hey, where are you going??" Nami scowls, and she gags when her crewmate's head is the last thing out the door and she nods up to the ceiling.
"Upstairs, duh."
When the door slams shut, Nami sighs and Robin puts her hand out in silent victory.
"I believe you owe me."