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itsthemoofacewriting · 3 years ago

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My heart is yours for the taking

Once again, Ray. We were talking about SaNami and she mentioned this trope she really likes. I then tried to write it and it died a small death until I mentioned Sanji watching old romance films as a child in our sanami discord group and Ray compared it to Wall-E.

So really, a Ray, a trope and a Pixar film is all this took.

Summary: He’d give her anything she wanted, even if it did hurt him Rating: M. Explicit. You can also find this on AO3 and FFN.

Enjoy!

When Sanji was young he would sit in his room after a long day of being in the kitchen and would watch films on the snail projector he’d dug up. With wide, glossy eyes he watched the black and white images play before him, the light reflecting on his face and illuminating the dark room.

He was bewitched.

He watched as the leading man would sweep his beloved off their feet, pressing kisses onto the back of their hands, offering sweet words that would make them fall for him. And they’d dance, dressed to the nines and they’d kiss. It was always dramatic and filled with passion, no matter the scenario.

That was the moment he’d fallen in love with love.

From there, it’d taken over him, the notion of love and having a person to share your everything with. It was everywhere. He’d watch every day as couples walked into the restaurant, hands held in one another’s, sharing food and whispered words only meant for the two of them.

And as he grew, that desire only deepened. But working on a floating restaurant didn’t give him the chance to cultivate lasting relationships. The best he could have, the closest as he could get to what he’d seen on the screen when he was young, was one-night stands that he tried to fill with as much passion as possible, trying to recapture the essence of that moment, but ultimately it left him cold in the morning when he woke up alone.

It wasn’t what he’d envisioned at all.

All of that had been cast aside when she’d walked into his life. All the people he’d been with, that had only given him a glimmer of what he’d wanted, were forgotten. Fiery orange hair, pink lips that parted for a melodic laugh, amber eyes filled with life, a body that left him light headed and all he could see was her. Just like in the films, where everything would disappear into the background, the lights would turn down and sound filtered out until there was nothing but that one person. He had that exact moment.

And it only became worse the longer he knew her. Outside of her looks, she was fierce, sexy, cunning, kind, forward, shy, alluring, and did he mention sexy? No other person could hold a candle to her.

She was it for him.

Ever since he’d met her, he’d imagined what it’d be like to hold her hand, to kiss over the scar on the back of her hand, to run his fingers through her hair, brushing it behind her ear and do everything with her that those couples in the old films did. To share all of that with her.

So, the current events almost felt like the universe playing a joke on him.

“Ah~ Sanji,” the woman of his dreams moaned above him, “right there.”

Which made him have to fight down the urge to come.

They were in Nami’s room, her on top, riding the soul out of him and giving him a view that he could never have imagined in his wildest dreams. Orange hair dishevelled around her, legs straddling him, hands on his chest as leverage as she bounced, breasts jumping from the movement. If her face wasn’t so distracting, from the pink of her cheeks, the ‘o’ of her mouth and the haze in her amber eyes, his eyes would be glued to her breasts. Instead they took their time, taking in her face, her breasts and his hands at her thighs, hips and waist as he met her movements, thrusting up into her as she came down, heels of his feet digging into the bed for leverage.

No matter how hard he tried to hold on, he could feel his balls tightening, the end drawing in closer and closer and based on her desperate sounds, she was close too. Except he knew he was closer and that wasn’t on.

One of his hands at her hips moved until his thumb could press against her clit, his palm and fingers heavy against her lower stomach. He moved his thumb against the bundle of nerves and she gasped, moving faster then, grinding into him faster to work against his thumb.

The frantic change in tempo didn’t help his composure but he could see her falling apart, could recognise the stutter in her hips, the sounds tumbling from her mouth faster and faster, her hands clenching against his chest until her wet heat tightened over him and that was it.

He was done.

He joined her, hips chasing his high and trying to draw hers out. A second later and the tension was draining out of her, breasts moving rapidly as she tried to catch her breath and his hands moved from her hips to cup hers still laying against his chest.

She smiled down at him, small and filled with bliss before she leaned down to join their lips. It was the only kiss he was going to get now they were done and it was over before he was ready for it to end.

“That was great,” she told him.

“It always is with you.” He meant it. All his previous encounters before her couldn’t hold a candle to what they had together.

She smiled down at him, looking down at his lips one last time but, to his disappointment, she didn’t follow through.

And that was it.

He muffled his groan when she rolled off of him, his cock slipping out of her slick warmth to lay beside him and he knew it was time to go. She’d never say anything as they laid there, but it was there. Left said in the silence around them. He knew exactly what they were, that conversation from when this has started had been clear and he knew what was expected with their type of relationship.

He wanted to kiss her palm, or whatever piece of skin he could find, wanted to cuddle into her breasts or draw her into his chest, arms wrapping around her. Wanted to be with her. But he couldn’t and he had to fight down the urge. Instead, he brushed his hand against hers faintly (because he couldn’t leave without doing something). He rolled the condom off with practised ease and found his clothes.

“See you in the morning, Nami-san.”

“Goodnight, Sanji-kun.”

The door clicked shut behind him and he was met with only the silence on deck as his companion. It was cold and felt like rejection.

It stung.

He felt hollow.

He remembered how it’d started.

It’d been late at night, just the two of them talking when she’d kissed him and for a split second, he’d thought she was going to bolt with the way her eyes had darted around, so he’d kissed her. He should’ve asked if she was okay but it’d been a split-second decision and he hadn’t wanted it to end, no matter how selfish that had been.

They’d parted and he’d feared for the worse, only for her to kiss him again and again and again.

They’d fallen into bed, caught up in the moment as the sexual tension usually brimming exploded between them. They’d hurried towards her (thankfully) vacant room, doing the best they could to make it there quickly whilst still kissing and in the end, he’d given in, stopping to scoop her up in his arms. As soon as the door had closed, clothes had been thrown, hands had wandered and the whole time all he could think about was how he was the luckiest man in the world to have her.

Which had shattered once they’d finished, lying next to one another and he’d felt so giddy. He turned, ready to kiss her and ask if he could take her out when she’d dropped the bomb. He remembered how hard he’d worked to keep his face neutral and she’d looked sceptical, checking multiple times to make sure he knew what this meant. She’d told him this could end at any time he wanted and his throat had closed. He’d been too scared to suggest something more or maybe see if they could explore that- if it was even on the table.

So he’d agreed to something casual. No strings attached. Friends with benefits.

And it had been fantastic. Nami, this gorgeous, beautiful, feisty woman had chosen him to do this with and he remembered how hard he’d worked to keep his composure during their first encounter (luckily the blood in his body had been busy elsewhere).

He’d said he’d be okay with it. Said it with a smile on his face that she’d believed with his insistence.

But the voice in his head told him he was a fool. He’d known, even back then that he wasn’t cut out for this. He hadn’t been before back at the Baratie but he especially wasn’t with her but he’d agreed because he didn’t want to lose everything he’d ever wanted.

Or at least a glimmer of what he’d wanted.

She was the love of his life and this better than nothing.

He’d agreed to this.

But he knew this wasn’t enough for him.

He’d said it because he’d take whatever she’d give him, even if it did hurt him.

“Sanji-kun,” a very familiar voice purred, filled with devious intent that he loved, breaking him out of his thoughts as a body pressed up behind him, hands stroking along his shoulders. Nami. “I have second watch.”

And he was agreeing, voice eager and head nodding, confirming that he’d meet her later and then she was gone. He was left watching her hips teasingly swing as she left.

His previous admission didn’t matter because he would keep meeting her, would keep having the best sex of his life with her because he was in love with her and all he wanted was her.

So they kept having sex.

He kept saying the ‘I love you’ in his head and doing his best to soak in every detail of her when he had the chance to.

He kept trying to be her friend too.

Even if he wished he could sit that bit closer as she sat next to him. Put his arm around the back of her chair.

Hold her hand.

Press his forehead against hers. Count the freckles on her cheeks.

Knowing everything that he did, nothing changed between them, he made sure of that.

But it did for him.

Each time they slept together, he couldn’t help the observations that would crop up, whispered in the back of his mind no matter how much he tried not to do it.

The first thing he noticed was how she was always on top and he loved her being on top. Loved her taking charge, it was so outrageously sexy and it was one of the things he loved about her. But as time passed, that voice started to take note, started to question. He wondered if those hands were on his chest by design, not to brace herself and give herself something to hold onto (or that maybe she liked his chest), but perhaps to keep him from leaning up and kissing her in the heat of the moment. To keep him away from her.

The second time was how kissing was kept to a minimum after they were finished. Their kisses in the beginning were always hurried, eager to move onto the main course and he loved them, he was notcomplaining about her soft lips and her tongue in his mouth, but he’d also love slow kisses too, where he could take his time to explore until they needed to part for breath. Kiss for the sake of kissing, for closeness. Instead, once they were done, that would be it. Sometimes they would maybe share a quick kiss but that was all it would be.

And those little things just kept piling up, the voice in his head gaining confidence, getting louder with each new revelation.

It hurt.

It stabbed at his chest, and it felt like it was bleeding. It felt like she was ashamed of him and that made sense. Complete sense.

He wasn’t worthy of her.

When this had started, he’d thought (and hoped, foolishly) that maybe, she’d end up falling for him. Feel for him the same way he did for her. That even though their relationship hadn’t started the way it did in those old films he’d watched when he was younger, selfishly, he’d wondered if he could turn it into one. It’d be a bit backwards but he could call her his, could kiss her and woo her to his heart’s content.

At one point, he’d thought it was happening. Thought he’d caught her stealing glances at him, standing that bit closer, seeking him out more often outside of sex, that their kisses were starting to linger and that when he would leave, her hand would find his, brushing against it.

But he’d been wrong.

It’d all been in his head.

He’d been pathetic for even entertaining the thought.

And he hated those thoughts so badly because they painted her in a horrible light and he knew her, knew she was kind and that this wasn’t her fault at all. It was more a reflection on him than her.

Despite his best efforts on trying to keep this all to himself, to not burden her with something that was his problem, he wasn’t doing a good job of hiding his emotions, no matter how hard he tried.

He could feel eyes on him and they were always the same amber ones.

Somehow Nami’s were worse than Luffy’s. Luffy would stare, his face blank and it was clear there was more going on behind his eyes but he wouldn’t intervene, not unless he really had to. Even then, it wouldn’t be a big conversation, he’d cut straight to the point and resolve it in a matter of sentences, bulldozing through the formalities. Sanji was used to that.

Nami though. Her gaze was cutting, mouth pulled down and her calculations were written all over her face. It was piercing and he felt exposed. What made it worse was that she didn’t say anything, which wasn’t like her at all. It made him feel like he was treading on eggshells, waiting for when whatever she was thinking would finally tumble out.

It didn’t help that they hadn’t slept together this week, significantly less than their normal, but she hadn’t sought him out like she normally would. He’d be lying if he said it didn’t make him feel a bit sick. He knew the unspoken rules though, she would come to him.

It finally came to a head late at night when he’d been in the aquarium, collecting tea cups and plates to take back to the kitchen to wash when she’d slipped through the door. He’d thought that maybe, after a week of no sex, that was what she was there for.

That thought flew out the window at the carefully blank look on her face and he prepared for the worst.

“Something’s wrong.”

His stomach dropped and his throat tightened, that was not a good sign when a conversation started like that. He told himself to calm down, that didn’t mean it was him… or them, it could be anything. Shame his heart wouldn’t listen to that reasoning.

“What is it?” A slight wobble in his voice. Damn it.

“I don’t know, something’s off with you. So you tell me.”

Maybe not. His heart jumped as he scrambled for words.

He smiled, trying to hide his panic. “Nothing’s wrong. Would you like a drink, Nami-san?”

The door closed behind her and she ignored his question.

“You can tell me,” she encouraged but the mask on her face didn’t slip.

She took a step closer.

“Really, it’s nothing.”

Another step.

“So there is something?”

Horrible phrasing on his part and of course she wouldn’t miss it, she was brilliant.

“It’s nothing to concern yourself with.” This was his own fault, not hers.

They were stuck in a stalemate and it was strange because it felt like they were disagreeing, although he couldn’t quite put his finger on what. Somehow it felt like different things, which was even more unsettling as they were normally on the same page. He’d never felt further away from her than he did in that moment.

She beat him to breaking the silence.

“If you want to end this, you can just say so.” Her shoulders were squared and that blank look was starting to make sense. Almost like she was preparing for it.

“No, no!” He stumbled over his words, closing the little distance that was between them, forgetting about the tea cups in an instant. He took her hands into his, disregarding whether he should be doing that. Interestingly, she didn’t shake off his hold.

“I’m not a mind reader Sanji, I can’t tell what’s going on.” He didn’t like that look on her face. Like she was still fronting, not wanting him to see the hurt and it reminded him of when they very first met.

She was right though, this wasn’t fair on her, she shouldn’t have to be worried.

“It’s nothing to do with you.” Not entirely true. “Directly.” Better.

The look on her face only deepened and she stared, waiting for him to elaborate.

His shoulders sagged and he held onto her hands for probably the last time, trying to remember the way they felt under his fingers. “This- this doesn’t have to change anything and we can just pretend I didn’t say anything-” She quirked an eyebrow. Right, get to the point. “I want to be with you-” the breath rushed out of him with his confession- “where I can hold your hand, take you to dinner and everything that comes with being together.”

Silence. And then-

“You’re an idiot.”

And there it was. He winced, his thumb taking a final brush of the soft skin of her hand and he stared down at the movement so he didn’t have to look at the disgust on her face.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” She asked softly.

All of a sudden, their joined hands weren’t the most interesting thing to look at… and the hardness of her expression was gone.

What?

He had nothing. Literally nothing.

She swooped in to save him. “You want to stay the night?” Her hands flipped to squeeze his now in her hold, trying to make him understand.

His heart jumped feebly, hopefully. “You mean-? You’re sure?” The last thing he wanted was to pressure her.

She smiled, nodding. “Stay until the morning, maybe pick up where we left off then.”

He spluttered, which wasn’t romantic or suave at all but he couldn’t decide what he wanted to say first. All the words tried rushing out at the same time and he was too elated, too jittery to stand still that he ended up scooping Nami up into a hug that swept her off her feet. Her surprised gasp followed by a giggle one of the best things he’d ever heard.

“I just, when did you-?” He asked, having to know as he placed the floor beneath her feet again. He kept her in his arms and had to fight down the urge to pick her up again.

“I panicked.” And then it was her who wouldn’t meet his gaze anymore, looking off to the side.

He smothered his previous excitement, realising this was now a serious conversation, and ran his hand up her back soothingly (because he could do that now). “What do you mean?”

“When I kissed you and then we… I panicked because you know, it was all so real… and you went along with it!” Her tone changing to accusing towards the end and he didn’t blame her at all.

Why, why didn’t he see through it? He was so good at reading her normally. At least she was looking at him again. “I’m am an idiot, I’m so sorry!”

“I think we’ve both been idiots,” she compromised. “A first-time offense for me, of course.” She winked at him.

“Even now it’s a stretch.”

She snorted, rolling her eyes as he excused her. “So let me get this straight, you always wanted a relationship yet went along with what I wanted?”

“I just wanted you, however I could have you.”

“Even if you hurt yourself?” She asked half in disbelief and half scolding.

“It was worth every second.”

“Stop being sweet when I’m trying to talk sense into you!”

“Consider me thoroughly scolded.”

He wasn’t quite sure where that came from and there was a moment where no one spoke and he was sure he was going to get hit for his sass.

Instead, after a moment, the hands on his shoulders tightened and he was almost overwhelmed by amber eyes that dared him to look elsewhere.

“Then stop messing around and kiss me.”

He’d give her anything she wanted but there was something he had to do first. Something he’d been dying to do since she’d first kissed him. He put her request to a side for the moment, his hand coming up to brush the hair away from the side of her face, sweeping it away and tucking it behind her ear. She shivered as his fingers grazed her ear and fell silent, waiting to see what he’d do.

Her skin was soft and steadily warming under his attention as his thumb brushed along her cheek. With his hand on her jaw, cupping her face, his thumb continued exploring along from the apple to the bone of her cheek and down past the sensitive skin around her ear. Her hands tightened, dropping from his shoulders to sit at his waist and his other hand took the opportunity to settle at the crease of her neck.

All that time imagining what this would be like and he still wasn’t prepared for the real thing. He loved how forward and confident she was, but he also liked that he had the ability to fluster her, bring forth a rosiness to her cheeks and make her eyelashes flutter.

His thumb finished its journey past her jaw on her bottom lip, slowly dragging along the plump skin, knowing just how soft they were against his own lips. Her breath hitched along with his and their gaze finally locked, tension flooding the room.

It’d never been like this before, a different kind of anticipation, electricity, between them. This was new ground. And he was more than ready to give into it.

“So gorgeous,” he murmured, slowly closing the distance between them, pulled towards her like a moth to a flame.

She met him halfway and they’d kissed so many times before, but this felt like the first. He knew her lips fit against his like a missing puzzle piece, that they were supple and left his lips with a tingle that made him yearn for more, yet it was like he was learning it all over again.

Their usual ones were hurried, filled with need and the desire for what was to come. This was slow, unhurried as their lips moved against one another’s in a series of pecks and he had the time now to tangle his hand in her silky hair, drawing a muffled sigh from her that he ate up.

Although their pace was leisurely compared to normal, it didn’t stop him from slotting their lips together and with practiced ease she parted her lips to let him in. She’d eaten mikans before coming in, his tongue chasing the taste before tangling with hers. A dangerous move as he could feel himself getting turned on; from her taste, to the warmth in her skin, to the fact it was her and the knowledge that she was his.

And he was hers.

With one last sweep of his tongue, they parted for breath shortly after.

“And you’re far too obliging!” She added as an afterthought. Her words should be harsh, should be critical but there was a breathlessness in her voice and expression far too dazed. That combination did funny things to his heart.

“Yeah.” He sounded as dazed as she looked. His smart mouth was long gone.

He couldn’t resist the look on her face and that it was directed at him, he leaned back in to kiss her. It was different this time; the pace a bit quicker and each other’s hands tightening to pull the other that bit closer. He could feel her hands tightening on his waistcoat and he knew what that meant too, knew that she’d want that waistcoat off soon. Which was more than fine with him because as much as he loved her taste in fashion, he was getting sick of her top too.

The same fire was slowly seeping back into their kiss, the edge of desperation and need for what was about to come next. He welcomed it like an old friend, he’d always loved it before and loved it even more now that he felt more settled.

She was slowly starting to take charge, walking them backwards without breaking their kiss until her back hit the bar in the centre of the aquarium and she didn’t waste another second before jumping up to sit on the bar. Her legs dangling off the edge parted for him to fill the gap and his hands were on her thighs to drag her forward until their hips slotted together. He was hard by now, painfully confined to his fitted trousers but as a chef, he’d always played with fire, so he torturously bucked against her.

She moaned, reciprocating the action as he saw stars behind his eyelids and he was almost delirious, no matter how many times they slept together that’d never worn off, but her words from before echoed in his head - I panicked.

And as hard as it was, he pulled away from the kiss. She gave a little desperate moan that shot straight to his aching cock, begging to continue. He ignored it.

“We can take this as slow as you want,” he breathed out, trying to stay focused as her lips moved to his jaw in his lip’s absence.

His words didn’t match her actions, with her hands at his tie, deftly loosening it and moving on to pop a few of the buttons of his top.

“Take me to my room,” she said, fingers playing with the button on his shirt and hot tongue toying with the skin under his jaw. She was making it so hard; he was desperate for her but this was important.

“You sure? We can stop at any time?” He didn’t want to ruin this when it’d only just started.

She pulled away from his neck to look him in the eye and give him a smouldering look. “Really sure, Sanji-kun,” she purred, his name rolling off her tongue and one of these days, he’d lose his load because of that alone. “Take me to my room.”

Her legs tightened around him, hand anchoring itself in his hair that told him it wasn’t moving anytime soon and he knew what she wanted- something he was more than happy to comply with. His hands on her hips moved to under her thighs, knees bending and lifting her with ease.

“You’ll have to take me like this as some point,” she murmured into his ear and his knees would’ve buckled had she not been in his arms. “Is it something you’ve thought about?”

“Oh god.” She tittered in his ear and that probably wasn’t said as quietly as he’d intended.

She needed to stop talking and he needed to start walking. Quickly.

He moved towards the door and faltered. He stared at the door; he wasn’t sure where the crew were. Did she want the others to know? What if-

“I don’t care who knows. They can put it on the front page for all I care, it’s been too long since you’ve been in me.”

Shit.

She would be the death of him in the best way possible.

Tea cups and plates be damned. That could wait until tomorrow.

If she didn’t care, he definitely didn’t as he kicked the door to the aquarium closed behind him, making a hasty retreat across the deck. Her legs still wrapped around his waist, hips wiggling against his and his hands were making up for lost time, scouring every inch of her behind as he held her. He almost, almost, stumbled when her lips found the sensitive patch on his neck. It was the crease of his neck and the way she was working it meant she was leaving a mark. She hadn’t done it before and he was elated, it was something to remember their night together for the next few days when he would no doubt try to convince himself it was all a dream.

She moved to a different patch of skin, lips and tongue eager to make their presence known, and his speed increased, desperate to get to her room.

Not quick enough though when he heard a sharp, surprised gasp (more like gurgle) from the side but he wasn’t stopping to look at who it was when her room was in view, drawing closer by the second.

He fumbled with the door handle and as soon as it opened, he chanced a glance over his shoulder. Round eyes in disbelief stared back at him and yeah, he could understand that. He could barely comprehend this either. Even after all this time.

Oh well. At least breakfast would be a lively affair in the morning. Usopp had plenty of time to spread the word on what he’d just seen, although Sanji had more pressing issues right now that captured his attention.

He didn’t bother with the door straight away, not when his hands had edged underneath shorts in search for the edge of her underwear on her behind. He hadn’t found them and the thought of a thong was something he needed to push to the back of his mind.

She looked ruffled sat on the bed where he’d just deposited her. Shorts hiked up from his wandering hands, lips slightly puffed from kissing and hair edging on wild. So sexy and it took restraint not to join her instantly. But he wanted to close the door properly and lock it, to ensure they weren’t disturbed.

After closing the door, he turned to find Nami sat against the headboard, arms working her top off her body and he watched like a hawk as more and more skin came into view. There was definitely a wet spot on the front of his trousers, he could feel himself leaking and it was only made worse when he saw the white lace bra she was wearing. Her nipples were hard and he could see a flash of pink winking at him through the lace. He wanted to bury his face in them.

She threw her top at him to break him out of his gawking and it landed on his head, blocking the most incredible view. Although he could definitely use a second to compose himself.

Which flew out of the window when he slid her top off his head to see her spread out on the bed before him and he clutched the top tightly in his hands.

“Tell me what you want,” she said, arms stretching above her head to create an alluring silhouette.

“You,” he breathed, eyes roving her body. Over supple thighs, low riding shorts (and he wondered if her underwear matched her bra. If she was wearing underwear), the jut of her hips, fullness of her breasts and heart stopping face. He swallowed. “All of you.”

She didn’t let up. “How do you want me?”

His mouth went dry, even if he did find the words, “However you want. I only want it if you do.”

She smiled. “Tell me. I’ll tell you if I don’t want it.”

It was like a gunshot went off, signifying the start of a race and his legs were moving him across the room whilst his hands were shucking off his waistcoat and undoing his shirt only to fall to the floor. Her eyes watched the display, following his hands as they moved and it was thrilling.

Her legs parted for him as he joined her on the bed, hovering over her with one arm by her head to support himself and the other brushing over the white lace that had already teased him enough. She gasped and he swooped in the kiss her.

“I want you like this,” he told her when they parted, hips pressing firmly into hers to support his words.

“Hm, this is… simpler than I imagined,” she replied, contemplatively.

“What did you imagine?”

The only answer he received was a coy smile and raised eyebrow, he laughed.

“Oh to be in your head right now.” His hand slid down to her thigh, cupping the back of it and encouraging her to wrap the leg around his body.

“I need you very much awake right now,” she cheeked back, “besides, we have plenty of time for me to show you at a later date.”

She’d been expecting him to kiss her again and he almost gave into the urge until he was reminded of white lace. He started at her collarbone, working his way down until his lips bumped the edge of her bra and then he was finally taking her nipple into his mouth. Her breathing stuttered and he rolled his tongue along the hard nub, wetting the fabric of her bra and dragging the material. He saw a hand clutch the bedsheets and her hips lifted to meet his, rolling to try and create some friction. It was thrilling to have her like this, to see the pleasure playing underneath him and have her writhe because of him. He blew across the wet fabric and a shiver went down her back.

With a parting kiss he intended to start on the other nipple until there was a hand at his shoulder.

“Just take the bra off,” she breathily huffed, arching her back to reach for the clasp herself.

His hands met hers there, smothering over the soft skin to beat her to the clasp and peel off the fabric. As much as he loved the bra, he wasn’t sad to see it go as he drunk in the familiar sight of soft, creamy breasts.

He didn’t hesitate to pick back up where he left off, lathering attention on the previously neglected nipple and listen to the gasps fall from her mouth. This was it. This was the dream. She was so responsive and it only turned him on further.

Pulling away with a pop, he barely got to appreciate his handwork before he was being manhandled back into a kiss. It was a mess of desperate kisses, uncoordinated but it was filled with the passion that he loved as their hips found each other’s. A shallow thrust and they were both parting to gasp as electricity zinged down his spine. His cock thankful for some relief.

“You’re so sexy and I’ve wanted you like this for so long.”

“I can tell,” she cheeked, purposefully rolling her hips into his hardened length.

He groaned at the action, especially when he could feel how hot she was for him through his trousers and he repeated the action, both of them chasing pleasure with each thrust.

As much as he wanted to continue, he was adamant about making this as mind blowing for her as possible as he tried to clear the fog in his head, so with one last rut of his hips, he pulled back, not meeting her hips and his hand took over, slipping into her little shorts.

Holy shit.

He’d been right.

He’d expected to find white lace under his fingers and they almost jumped in surprise as they met bare skin. Nami looked up at him with half lidded eyes, lips curling into a seductive grin that told him she knew exactly what he was thinking.

All this time and no underwear.

He adored her.

He quickly moved on from his surprise and his fingers found their confidence, gently running along her lips before dipping into wet heat and it was that wet heat that reminded him of his own state. He could feel pre-come smeared in his underwear, he was so ridiculously turned on, and his cock was almost pleading for more attention, any sort of attention but he fought that down. He was too adamant on making her toes curl far sooner than his own.

“Your trousers have been on too long,” she stuttered when his fingers teased against her entrance and then stroked back up to the little bundle of nerves at the top.

Her hand palmed the front of his trousers and if he wasn’t so distracted, he might have been embarrassed about her feeling how wet the front of his trousers were. “Mm- yours too.”

But the only thing he could really focus on in that moment was how much he wanted to taste her. It was at the top of his list, to have her thighs wrapped around his head and hands threaded in his hair, urging him closer.

Except he didn’t get that far, her hand shot out to clasp his wrist that planned on going back to teasing her slick folds.

“I can’t take anymore teasing. I want you in me.”

He breathed through his nose, remembering composure and who was he to refuse such a tempting offer? He could store his own plans away for later.

He leaned back, eagerly throwing off his trousers and underwear as she did the same with her shorts and leaned over to the nightstand to take out a condom. He joined her when his clothes landed on the floor, taking the condom from her to roll on and hovered back over her again, her legs wide and ready for him.

His eyes raked up her naked form, not a scrap of clothing left on her until he met her eyes. Hazy, lust filled and focused on him, only him.

He rubbed himself against her slick folds, coating himself before sinking in and it was like coming home. It’d only been a week since they’d last had sex but a week was too long. Too long when it was the love of his life and she felt this phenomenal.

“Feel good?” He asked, nosing the skin of her cheek in comfort and because he couldn’t resist, he kissed the flushed skin afterwards.

She wiggled her hips experimentally and he had to remind himself to stay still. “Yeah,” she breathed, “really good. You can move.” Her hands tightened around his shoulders bringing him closer to reconnect their lips as he tentatively moved.

The pace was slow to start with, gentle roll of the hips to find the rhythm and their kiss was almost forgotten as soon as he did, instead their breaths playing across the others lips as they gasped and groaned at the sensations.

He’d never felt closer to her than he did in that moment. Pressed against her in every way conceivable. The pace slowly started to increase, unable to resist thrusting into her with the way she was pulling him in and her hands left his shoulders to rest on his behind, encouraging him to continue, to move faster against her.

Turns out, she was going to suck the soul out of him whether she was riding him or underneath him.

Which apparently turned him into a babbling mess.

“You feel so good, you know that? You always do and you’re so sexy it’s painful.”

She didn’t seem to mind, in fact, it almost seemed like she liked it? “Ah~ Sanji,” she moaned, hands now digging into the skin of his rear and he wondered if her toes had curled yet.

“I want you so much, I always do. You’re so gorgeous and perfect.”

The urge to babble more was strong but he resisted because he knew if he continued something would slip out that might be a bit too bold for right now. Even if it were true.

With his forehead pressed against hers, lazily kissing when they remembered they were meant to be, his hand skimmed over her skin until it found her thigh and lifted it up. Because whilst he knew he was making her feel good, if the moans and breathless calls of his name were anything to go by, he hadn’t found that spot yet.

Despite the pleasure building and shooting up his spine, he desperately ignored it in favour of adjusting the thrust of his hips and pulling her leg over his shoulder, trying to find the angle that he knew was around here.

“Oh, oh! There, Sanji, again!” Came her enthusiastic call.

Bingo.

With her enthusiastic encouragement, he continued thrusting into that spot and trying to stave off coming until she was as close as him. It didn’t take long, her hips meeting his just as frantically and hands now clawing at his back to anchor herself, something that didn’t help with him trying to beat down his own release, until she was clamping down on him.

He didn’t stand a chance.

He followed after her almost instantly after already teetering on the edge for so long, his hips stuttering in their motion and doing his best to draw out her own orgasm. As much as he wanted to watch her expression as she orgasmed, pleasure playing across her features, his eyes clamped shut as lights flashed behind his eye lids, heat filling the condom.

When he opened his eyes again, she was smiling up at him, hands cupping his face and he realised he was probably leaning on her too heavily, even if she didn’t say anything. A quick kiss and he pulled back, trying not to cringe as he took off the condom, tying it off and putting it in the bin.

“That was amazing,” he told her, leaning to the side and getting comfortable.

“It always is with you,” she said, mimicking his words from a few weeks ago and he laughed. At her smart words and with how euphoric he felt.

The best sex of his life, with the person that he loved and would still be there in the morning.

He nuzzled into the top of her breast, nosing at the skin to get comfortable and listening to the slowing thumping of her heart. He was content in the quiet of the room, filled with the smell of sex, their sex, and the sound of harsh breathing.

He was so damn happy that he couldn’t contain himself.

Although he should be tired after exerting himself and winding down with the way her hands were carding through his hair, he lifted his head from her soft skin to press his lips over her heart-

And blew as hard as he could until a loud sound echoed through the room.

Then a pin drop could be heard.

“Did you just…?” Her voice stunned and face unreadable

He’d lost his mind and he’d never even thought about doing this before, especially in the context of her but there he was, blowing raspberries against her skin, with no intention of stopping either.

He did it again, except this time on the sensitive skin between her breasts and he was rewarded with a giggle.

So he did it again and again, each time moving to a new patch of skin, discovering where was most sensitive and tickled the most depending on the sounds that left her lips and the way her hands tried to half-heartedly bat him away with peeling laughter.

Maybe they’d both lost their minds.

She was flushed from laughing and a few giggles still slipped out as she started calming down when he finally stopped at her stomach. Her eyes crinkled, tears clinging to her lashes, dimple on her cheek proudly on display and she looked so happy. The longer he looked up at her from her stomach, the warmer he felt and a sense of content overcame him-

“I love you.”

His careless words sobered him instantly and the room was deathly silent.

I panicked.

That was not taking things slow.

Even if the words did slip out without his permission.

Idiot. Idiot. Idiot.

Hands thread through his hair distracting him from his own panic and, “I love you too.”

The breath rushed out of his lungs in relief, that he wasn’t being pushed off the bed and that she’d actually said it back.

“Oh thank god. I mean, you didn’t have to say you loved me but that wasn’t taking things slow and I’m just so happy you’re not leaving.” His forehead pressed into the skin of her stomach in relief.

“Silly man. When did I say I wanted to take things slow?”

He leaned up, hovering over her again to kiss over her face, her lips, cheeks, forehead, brow, eyelids and she glowed, beaming up at him. She held his heart, from day one it had always been hers and he would never quite be over that she accepted it and gave hers in return.

He closed the distance between them until their foreheads rested against one another’s and he brushed his nose against hers. He could count her freckles from here if he wanted to. He would later. “I love you, so much.”

Sliding her nose, she kissed him, slow and sweet, no rush, or brushes of tongue, just lips and warmth. “I love you too and next time, talk to me. We could have been doing this sooner.”

He wouldn’t regret time lost out on because it brought him to this moment after all but he didn’t want a repeat of earlier. “Deal. I prefer it when we’re on the same page.”

As much as he loved being cuddled into her breasts, after what had just happened, he wanted her gathered up in his arms, close to him. Which she seemed more than happy with as she sighed happily and threw an arm over his chest, hand tracing over his pec.

Her head shifted to look up at him. “Sanji-”

He knew that words that were coming next, could tell from the tone, but he didn’t want them.

“There’s nothing to apologise for.” The only time he’d dream of cutting her off.

“You let me get away with too much.”

“It’s my job.”

He kissed the top of her head and he could easily fall asleep like this.

“I feel gross, if you take me the bathhouse, we can have round two in there?”

Any thoughts about cuddling were dismissed, his libido waking up and arousal spiking at the thought of a repeat performance so soon and maybe he could finally eat her out like he wanted.

He was up out of bed in an instant, carrying her in his arms and she just managed to snag a blanket as he charged out of the door to cover herself with. She snapped at him to calm down and to keep quiet so he didn’t wake up the ship but he didn’t give a damn if anyone saw his bare behind.

Their relationship was nothing like those black and white films he’d watched when he was younger but he didn’t care if he got to be with her in the end. It was worth it all.

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Do not ask where the raspberries came from. It just happened and it was funny and sappy and Sanji! This was also meant to be hot sex but I didn’t get a say in that either apparently.

I really hope I made it clear through Sanji’s POV that Nami was scared (I actually plotted her POV out too, so there’s a few hints of her side tucked in here). I’ve always thought she would take longer to come around to the idea of a relationship and Snooj just had to play the long game (like he minds). So please stow your pitchforks, everyone.

Normally, I imagine Nami more in charge but she took a back seat so Sanji could finally learn that he can have what he wants too.

As always, please excuse any mistakes.

Thanks for reading.

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