[ Practicality might have been the driving force in causing the boundaries between them to blur, and if Nami actually did the work of keeping this a matter of necessity she might have stood a chance of maintaining sense, but all this glorious greed he brings out in her is too strong to ignore. She's had months of getting used to being spoiled, both by the resort after ranking up, and by some of the people she's had encounters with, but with Sanji that indulgence is in a class by itself.

It's more than just the bliss that's throbbing through her as his fingers sink into her heat, curving and fucking into her cunt in a way that leaves her thighs trembling and spreading wider, while her hand returns to the head of his cock to slick her palm up further. She could let him spoil her, and everything Sanji says strongly alludes to that being what he wants, but she doesn't want to stop touching him. He's warm and real and a beautiful reminder that life beyond the casino was still a thing – everything she'd needed and nothing she realized she did until it was here.

Those thoughts keep her mouth warm and willing, lavishing Sanji with open, desperately hungry kisses, her hand working up and down the length of his cock in time with the eager way she rocks her hips, fucking herself on his fingers, as those promises and the throbbing, heady bliss working through her, leave her moaning low against his mouth. ]

Not even gonna let me try to look out for you– [ If she wasn't so breathless, Nami might have sounded giddy about it, the selfish part of her relishing in his impatience right along with the pleasure he keeps deluging her with. Her free hand moves to push his pants off his hips, freeing his cock, so her hand can stroke his length fully. ] Want you to make me come, Sanji, then I want you filling me with this cock.