[ As Sanji’s eyes flicker between intently watching the expressions of pleasure that blossom on her face and the sight of his fingers smearing and shoveling his cum deep into her cunt, it feels almost impossible to believe that the House could conjure up anything more tempting or arousing than Nami is. And perhaps that’s the House’s plan— bring him here, knowing he can’t resist her, would never even dare to try— but if it is, this is one time he’s content to let it win. The urge to give her everything she wants, needs, asks for is too strong to ignore, particularly when she moans her wants and desires so sweetly that it makes his head spin and his blood sing with an intensity he can’t put into words.] Mmm, then you’re gonna get it. Give you my cock and my cum as much as you like.

[ The thrusting of his fingers are not quite relentless— they pause again to grind hard against the swollen, cum-soaked folds of her cunt— but as she elaborates on what she wants, he can’t help but fuck them into her hard and fast, groaning and gasping against her mouth. Between her words and the languid way she works his cock back to stiffness, it’s easy to forget about anything other than the way his body blazes with pleasure and the woman responsible for it. ]

Yeah? [ It’s a breathless, husky chuckle against her lips as he gingerly swipes his thumb over the stiff bud of her swollen clit, fingers pressed as deep as they’ll go inside her. Sanji grins, eyes dark with want as he looks at her, hips rocking as they rub the broad underside of his dick along the palm of her hand. His fingers hook under the soft expanse of her thigh, urging it up and against his hip, as he steals a hot kiss, murmuring softly. ] Want me to replace my fingers right now with my cock, Nami? Fuck you right here, before we find a table or a couch or something softer to fuck on?