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Sanji couldn’t sleep.
He opened his eyes with a groan as, for the millionth time that night he heard some strange noises coming from his kitchen. At first he thought it was Luffy going through the food rations, but when he looked over at the hammocks, he noticed the captain sound asleep. He furrowed his brow, who else would be scouring the kitchen at this hour?
With a yawn, he arose from his hammock, scratching at his head. When he looked around the room, he noticed that the green-haired swordsman wasn’t there. Surely he wasn’t the one making all that racket in the kitchen.
Still, he decided to investigate. Taking a lamp in hand, Sanji exited the bedroom area and made his way to the kitchen.
As he walked, he debated preparing a snack for Nami for when she woke up. It wouldn’t be anything big, but surely she would be hungry in the morning and she deserved to eat first obviously.
As he contemplated what he would make for her, the sounds from the kitchen grew louder. The wet, slapping noises grew heavier on his ears and he began to make out voices.
“Fuck…” It came out softly, it sounded like a man- like that idiot swordsman’s voice.
The repetitive sounds that followed sounded wet. Sanji squinted his brow, what the hell was going on in there?
He crept up to the door before throwing it open.
“What the hell are you doing in my kitchen, you-!”
Sanji’s face went red at the sight before him: Nami, on her knees in front of Zoro, his hips pistoning in and out of her mouth; at least they were until he made himself known.
“You should really knock next time, you know.” The green-haired man says with such an ambivalent tone that Sanji almost doubted what he saw. He is stunned, left fumbling over his words as the swordsman pulls up his pants. Meanwhile, Nami jumps to her feet, her fingers timidly pulling at the hem of her skirt.
“Since when were you two- how long have you been-?” Sanji babbles on, his eyes darting between the pair.
“First you interrupt and now you won’t shut up.” Zoro groans.
“Shut up, Moss Head, I’m talking to Nami!” Sanji hisses, turning his attention back to his dearest, “Nami, what’s going on here?”
“Zoro and I have been…” Nami’s eyes flicker towards the swordsman and then back at the chef, “Seeing each other for a while.”
Sanji’s chest constricts, why would she be fucking that stupid swordsman?
“Yeah, so,” Zoro smirks, “Why don’t you get lost?”
Nami looks up at him, “Zoro!” She hisses.
Before the two are able to bicker, Sanji interrupts, “I’m afraid I can’t get lost. This is my kitchen.”
Zoro lets out an annoyed huff, “Yeah, so?”
“So, I can’t just leave you here alone with Nami!”
“Quit being so desperate. Nami clearly wants to be left alone with me. You just want to stick around and watch like the pervert you are.”
“So what if I do? Anybody would want to see Nami doing lewd things!”
Nami interjects, “So, watch us then.”
Both Zoro and Sanji look at the navigator with wide eyes.
“You can’t be serious-“
“Oh I’m serious,” Nami smiles, “It’ll just cost you some berries is all.”
The atmosphere is tense for a bit as everyone stands around in silence. Sanji is the first to break it.
“I’ll watch,” Sanji says, “To make sure he doesn’t manhandle you.”
The swordsman takes a chair from the table, sliding it towards the cook, “You’ll need that.”
Sanji stops the chair with his foot before it bumps into him. The idiot was offering him a seat, how considerate. The blond sat on the wooden chair, leaning back on his seat as he reached into his coat’s pocket for a cigarette and his lighter.
The sound of the lighter flicking was barely audible over Zoro’s voice, “Just sit back and enjoy, you perverted cook.”
The swordsman then turns his attention back to the navigator, “C’mere, Nami…” Zoro practically purrs, raking his hands through her hair, “Let’s get back to what we were doing before this idiot stumbled in…”
Nami shoots one last look at the cook before kneeling next to the swordsman, turning her head to face Zoro’s throbbing cock.
Sanji bites his lip when he watches Nami slowly stroke Zoro’s engorged tip. He had so desperately wished he was the one being touched by Nami, but he supposed watching would be the second best thing.
Nami takes Zoro’s cock in her hands and presses some wet kisses to the warm, swollen head. The swordsman lets out a sigh of relief at the feeling.
She progresses from simple kisses to long, wet licks from base to tip. He seems to enjoy that as his hand reaches for her hair, pulling her forward with each lick. It’s like he’s silently begging her for more.
Nami obliges him and takes the head of his cock between her lips, slowly sinking her head down onto his thick shaft. The swordsman sighs and keeps his fingers laced in her hair.
She got to work pleasing the man before her, taking him down as far as she could before she began to bob her head.
“Shit,” Zoro grunts, “She’s so good… bet you wish you could feel this, huh?”
Sanji swallows the lump in his throat as he watches, his throat growing dry at the sight.
“Shut up…” it’s weak but Sanji isn’t too hung up over it; he’s too busy watching Nami.
Zoro can only laugh before looking back down at the red headed woman before him.
The green-haired man let out a grunt as Nami continued to suck him off, her big brown eyes looking up at him as she bobbed her head up and down his shaft. While her technique felt amazing, Zoro knew he had to put an end to it before he burst.
“Come on, Nami, let’s show him something even better…”
He urges Nami to stand, pressing her back against his chest. Reaching forward, Zoro rips her flimsy tank top clean in half. Sanji is furious.
“Asshole! I bought her that shirt!”
“Well, tough shit.”
Nami looks at the blond with baby doll eyes, “It’s okay, Sanji. It’s just a shirt. You can buy me a new one, right?”
“Anything for you, Nami dear!”
Zoro rolled his eyes. This girl just sucked another man’s dick right in front of him and he’s still buying gifts for her as she asks. This man was being manipulated so obviously and he still fell for it. What a loser.
But Nami manipulating him never crossed Sanji’s mind; instead he was too busy staring at her newly exposed chest. Her breasts were perfect, milky white and smooth like the rest of her skin. Their size was also nothing to overlook either; her breasts look as though they could easily fill Sanji’s hands and then some. Not to mention the rosy color of her nipples… She was absolutely beautiful.
“Sanji?” Nami asked sweetly, batting her lashes.
“Yes, my dear?” It comes out far too quickly to not sound desperate.
“Touch yourself for me, pretty please?”
“Oh, of course; Nami dearest!”
Sanji immediately unzipped his slacks and whipped his cock out. Nami giggled at his eagerness but also at how worked up he was. His cock was hard, red, and throbbing. Nami found it endearing. Zoro just wished they would get on with it.
With a swift motion, Sanji took his cigarette from his mouth, stomping it out on the floor below him. As Sanji began to pump his cock, his mind wandered; he wanted to fondle her, press sweet kisses to her cheeks as he molded her breasts with love and care. Alas, he was stuck watching Zoro manhandle her as if she were some common whore. Sanji tsked, but he couldn’t hide the erection that was growing even further in his hands.
He watched on as Zoro groped at Nami’s flesh, twisting her rosy nipples roughly between calloused fingers. The green-haired man nipped and sucked at her vulnerable neck as her head rested on his shoulder.
“Sanji…” Nami moaned, causing the chef’s hand to move even faster, “Zoro’s hands feel so good…”
Soon enough, one of Zoro’s hands trailed down Nami’s torso, sliding over her hips before slithering in between her legs. Nami let out a gasp, causing Sanji’s cock to twitch in his hands as he worked himself over.
Zoro, with a deliberate touch, stroked Nami’s folds from under her skirt. The redhead flushed as she was touched, her brown eyes locking with the chef’s.
“It feels… so good…” Nami sighs out before closing her eyes tight.
As quickly as he started, Zoro stops, both of his hands now resting at Nami’s hips.
“You want this off?” Zoro teases, tugging at the top of her skirt.
“Please, Zoro, just do it!”
“Not until the cook begs to watch me fuck you.”
Sanji choked on his own spit. There was no way in hell he would stoop that low as to beg to watch. That would be so humiliating-
“Sanji, please! I can’t wait anymore.”
Well, shit.
He couldn’t disappoint Nami, now what was he supposed to do?
Well, there was only one option.
Sanji swallowed, “Just let me watch you fuck her.”
Zoro smirked, “I said beg, not order.”
Sanji grit his teeth, “Please let me watch. I… I’m begging.”
Zoro only laughed before unzipping the side of Nami’s skirt, causing it to fall at her ankles.
“Was that so hard?”
Sanji bites his lip and inhales deeply through his nose, saliva gathering in his mouth as he drinks in the sight of Nami clad only in her panties.
His mind went wild as his mind flicked through all his fantasies that he had about Nami. He imagined himself alone with the navigator, bending her over the table and pounding her until she came all over his cock. He wanted so desperately to cum inside her again and again, claiming her as his own.
But his fantasies soon dissipated as he watched Zoro’s tanned fingers slide down Nami’s panties instead of his own more slender digits. He wanted to grumble and complain but, with the sight before him, he couldn’t. Sanji was too focused on Nami’s pretty pink swollen pussy that was exposed to the air.
“Nami-Swan…” Sanji grunted, his cock twitching in his hand.
“You like the view?” Nami teased, turning so that her ass was facing the chef. Zoro added to her teasing, using his hands to cup and pull at Nami’s ass. Sanji’s mouth watered.
“Oh yes, Nami dear! It’s absolutely beautiful!”
As Sanji stroked himself to the view, Nami stood on her toes, whispering in Zoro’s ear before lowering her weight back onto her soles. The swordsman gave a slight grin before nodding.
“Sanji,” Nami called, “Do you mind laying on the table?”
The chef eagerly obeys, jumping up from the chair and situating himself on top of the kitchen table.
“And then I’ll just…” Nami starts, climbing over Sanji’s body so that she was situated on top of him, her pussy hovering directly over his face near the edge of the table. Zoro is left standing near her rear end, his cock not far from Sanji’s head.
“Nami, can I…?” Sanji trails off, his hands reaching for her waist.
Nami gives a slight but firm slap in the wrist, “No touching, okay? Not until I tell you.”
Sanji nods hesitantly. He supposed that he could settle for enjoying the view for now.
That is until it’s partially blocked by Zoro’s dick.
“Zoro’s gonna fuck me now, okay Sanji?”
“O-Okay, Nami-“
“And I’m gonna need your help.”
His ears perk up.
“What do you want me to do, my angel?”
Nami hums, “I need you to guide my hips on Zoro’s cock. Fuck me on his dick, pretty please?”
Sanji swallows, “Whatever will make you happiest!”
Zoro just scoffs, “Watch and you might learn something about being a real man.”
Sanji is too caught up in looking at Nami’s pussy to react.
The swordsman lines his cock up with Nami’s hole, sliding the tip up and down her wet slit. Nami let out a sigh and braced herself as Zoro began to slide in, inch by inch.
“Fuck…” the swordsman breathes out, his balls now pressed flush against her slit.
The redhead moaned, “Sanji, make him fuck me.”
“Of course, Nami.”
With sweaty palms, Sanji reaches upwards for Nami’s hips, gripping them tight before pulling her forward off of Zoro’s cock. He pulls her backwards soon after, causing Nami to squeal out in pleasure. Sanji felt his dick jump.
“Just like that…” She sighed, “Keep fucking me on his cock…”
Sanji started with a moderate pace, fucking Nami’s hips back and forth as he watched her body connect with the swordsman’s. He was jealous, sure, but he couldn’t help but be painfully aroused. He so desperately wanted to be inside of Nami.
“Looks like you’re useful for something, you idiot cook.”
Sanji growls but keeps his tempo nevertheless. He couldn’t disappoint his Nami and that’s all that mattered at the moment.
“If you do a good job, I’ll let you eat me out, Sanji.”
The cook’s cock immediately jumped up in interest. If he wasn’t determined to do the best he could before, he certainly was now.
With renewed vigor, Sanji moved Nami’s hips along Zoro’s dick even faster than before. He continued to watch the two, his mouth salivating at the sight of Nami’s cunt being filled over and over again.
“Mm, Zoro….” Nami moaned as the swordsman’s hips bucked to meet her hips.
“Why don’t you moan for Sanji, Nami?” Zoro teased, his hand snaking between her legs to rub at her clit, “I’m sure it’ll make that third-wheel feel included.”
“Sanji…” Nami purred.
“Fuck,” Sanji groans, his cock endlessly bobbing in the air, “Please say my name again, Nami-Swan.”
Nami giggled and let out a drawn out moan again, “Sanji… Zoro’s cock feels so good in me…”
Sanji licked his lips as precum built up at the tip of his cock. Even though she was talking about Zoro’s, his mind went blank after she called out his name.
“Oh Nami, please let me eat your pretty little pussy, please!” Sanji begged.
“Not yet, Sanji.” Nami cooed, “If you keep doing what you’re doing and play nice, you’ll get your reward soon.”
And so Sanji continued, his hands guiding Nami’s hips to meet the swordsman’s rough thrusts. Sanji grunted as he watched them, openly displaying his jealousy.
Nami cried out at the feeling of being filled. From being below them, Sanji could see that Zoro’s cock was nothing to sneeze at. He was long and thick with a nice vein on the underside of his cock. Even his balls looked swollen and full as they smacked against Nami’s clit.
“That’s a good girl, Nami…” Zoro growled above her, his free hand grabbing her red locks, “Aren’t you glad you’re taking my cock instead of his small, pathetic one?”
Sanji growled, he wanted to fight back but, because of Nami’s command, he just had to take it.
The chef’s cock continued to throb and jump as he watched the pair. He wanted to touch himself once more but he knew he would be scolded by Nami if he did so,
“Keep going, I’m getting so close…!”
It didn’t matter who she was talking to, Sanji knew he had to work even harder to get Nami to cum. He continued to work her hips, making sure to move them as fast as he possibly could while Zoro met her hips.
With the way Nami was moaning out, Sanji could feel himself getting even closer. Was he going to cum untouched? He had never experienced that before but, with Nami here, he supposed anything was possible.
Nami’s legs shook as she was being pounded right above the cook’s face.
Sanji, enamored by the sight of Nami being so close, couldn’t help but burst. With each grunt, a shot of his cum spurted out from his cock. He could’ve sworn some of his cum decorated his lovely Nami. The thought alone made his cock twitch to life once again.
“Pathetic,” Zoro laughed, “You came before Nami. You’re nothing but a quick shot.”
Sanji’s face burnt with shame, “Shut it, you meathead!”
“Let me show you how to actually make a woman cum.” Zoro brushed Sanji’s hands aside, his own stronger hands taking their place. The swordsman began pounding Nami, being absolutely relentless in his pace. Nami squealed and moaned at the penetration, causing Sanji’s cock to twitch in an attempt to become hard yet again.
“Zoro!” Nami cried, clenching her hands as she tried to find some sort of grounding, “I’m close, I’m really close-!”
“Cum all over my cock, Nami.” Zoro groans, “Show this pervert how good I make you feel. Let him hear you call out my name instead of his.”
“Zoro!”
When Nami cums there’s no mistaking it, especially when her legs clench around Sanji’s cheeks. She convulses and cries out as if there’s nobody else on the ship who could overhear them. She’s wild and desperate and god, the sight alone makes Sanji hard all over again.
“Shit, Nami!” Zoro grunts and Sanji, once Zoro slows, watches as the swordsman’s cock throbs and pulses. With a few, slow thrusts, Sanji can see Zoro fucking his cum deep inside the redhead. When he pulls out, Sanji sees some of his cum leaking out, dangerously close to landing on his face.
“Well, I think you’ve earned your reward, Sanji.” Nami coos, “Go ahead and eat up.”
Zoro chuckles and Sanji’s face burns in shame. When he was promised a taste of Nami’s pussy, he didn’t think that swordsman’s cum would be mixed in.
His stomach churned as he contemplated. Was he really about to do this?
Nami pouted, “If you don’t want to, then I can just-“
With Nami about to get up, Sanji’s choice is suddenly clear: “No, I- I’ll eat your pussy, Nami dear.”
Sanji wraps his hands around Nami’s waist before pulling her down onto his lips. Sanji, with a reluctant tongue, laps at Nami’s pussy. He groans when he tasted something salty and thick on his tongue; no doubt it was that idiot’s cum based on the thickness.
Still, he felt himself get completely erect at the taste.
What was wrong with him?
Sanji continued to lap up happily as he heard a wet noise above him. Zoro and Nami were sharing a kiss while he was left eating out his crush’s boyfriend’s cum.
Still, he persisted, his tongue tasting every bit of Zoro’s cum.
“Okay, I think you’ve had enough.” Nami says before rising, “Thank you, Sanji.”
“Anything for you, Nami dear…” it comes out as a pant as the chef is short of breath from being underneath Nami’s weight.
“I’ll bill you in the morning, okay?”
“Yeah, of course.”
Zoro laughs, “See you in the morning, pervert.”
As soon as they leave, Sanji’s hand is back on his hardened dick. He couldn’t help but replay everything over again: Nami sucking Zoro’s cock, her breasts spilling out of her top, they way she moaned… it was all too much for the cook.
But then his mind wandered back to the end, when he ate out Nami. His mind raced as he remembered the taste of Zoro’s cum. How badly he wanted to taste it again, maybe from the source.
God, what was he doing?
There was no way he was attracted to any part of that meathead.
At least he hoped.
Sanji tried not to think about it too much as he came yet again, this time as he imagined tasting even more of Zoro’s cum.
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“Did anybody hear that noise in the kitchen last night?” It’s Usopp who speaks up as the crew is relaxing in the kitchen, waiting for their breakfast. Sanji doesn’t miss the way Nami’s cheeks light up or how Zoro crosses his arms, a slight smirk on his lips.
Luffy hums as he scratches his head, “I didn’t hear anything.”
“Well of course you didn’t, you sleep like a rock-“
Sanji turns, neglecting the finished food for a moment to announce: “Breakfast is ready, Robin, my sweet.”
“Man, why does Robin get to eat first?” Luffy pouts, crossing his arms.
Sanji tsks, “Because she’s a lady.”
“That’s stupid.” Luffy complains.
Still, Robin accepts the first plate of food graciously. When she goes to sit however, she notices something strange.
“The table is sticky.” She remarks, sliding her finger across the surface.
“Really?” Chopper asks, “Maybe it’s syrup!”
Sanji’s face goes red, “W-Why don’t we eat on the deck today? I’ll clean up the table for you, Robin!”
“Oh, alright.” Robin says, her brows furrowed a bit as she along with nearly everyone else is ushered out of the kitchen.
The only two who aren’t are Nami and Zoro.
“Don’t forget, you owe me some cash for yesterday.” Nami winks before heading out the kitchen door.
Zoro then adds, “You didn’t clean up your mess, huh?” The swordsman leans in close, “Next time don’t forget to lick it up.”
And like that, he’s gone.