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+M to R › One Piece
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
6,944
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own One Piece, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
A chef won't eat at just any buffet
“Nami-oh!” Sanji looked very confused when confronted by a man naked from the waist down and a fluffy feathered jacket from the waist up.
As the bright light from the hall entered the doorway Nami felt a glimmer of hope. She was going to be in shadow and hard to see from the hallway. She could see Sanji perfectly though, he was sizing up this man in Namis room, while adverting his eyes from the mans private areas. He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket as her captor spoke.
“Sorry, I switched rooms with your friend. She said she wanted to be closer to the spa rooms downstairs. She told me not to give her friends the number though and that she’d see you in the morning and you could check with the staff in an emergency.”
“Oh sorry then…”
The cigarette was being lit and Nami saw the cooks eyes flick past the man and sweep over her. She found herself surprised that no hearts, blushes, or nosebleeds ensued. No recognition either. The door began to shut and a leg was kicked out and forced it back open.
“As I was saying, I’m sorry then but I STILL heard a scream from this room and I don’t think it was yours.”
Nami groaned internally as the feathered man seemed to toy with a decision before stepping aside to give the chef a better view of Namis state of vulgar display.
“My girl and I just tried something new…you know bondage. She got a little too into it I’m afraid, forgetting we had neighbors. She is such the little whore…”
Sanji was frowning at the language and inhaled his cigarette as his eyes swept over Nami again. No recognition again…perhaps her face was in shadow or he tried to respect the mystery womans privacy or Sanji just didn’t except the possibility of his Nami in such a state. There was concern though.
“Sorry to intrude, but is it true? You’re okay?”
She found her head inadvertently nodding. And then to her horror she began to sway her ass in invitation. The movement added extra friction to her working fingers and she moaned in pleasure.
“Oh! Looks like she’s decided she wants me to share. You interested in spending some quality time with my slut? She’s priming herself for you as we speak! She is practically dripping!”
Sanji quickly looked away from Nami in disgust. She knew it wasn’t directed at her, but how this man viewed and treated women. Well…he was probably disappointed with any woman who let herself be so disrespected. So humiliated.
She felt really proud to be Sanjis nakama then. Despite his reputation as being a bit of a perv…he hadn’t hesitated, hadn’t considered the offer for a second.
“No. I should go make sure my friends know this room isn’t Nami-sans anymore. I’d hate to have to come back and deal with my other nakama bothering you.”
And he was gone. She was torn between relief and the loss of hope he’d somehow save her. She hadn't realised she was even holding on to that selfish hope until now.
“I was quite the charmer there. Kept his body to himself. For being so kind and having to waste my time I’m really going to make sure I enjoy this. Too bad for you.”
As the bright light from the hall entered the doorway Nami felt a glimmer of hope. She was going to be in shadow and hard to see from the hallway. She could see Sanji perfectly though, he was sizing up this man in Namis room, while adverting his eyes from the mans private areas. He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket as her captor spoke.
“Sorry, I switched rooms with your friend. She said she wanted to be closer to the spa rooms downstairs. She told me not to give her friends the number though and that she’d see you in the morning and you could check with the staff in an emergency.”
“Oh sorry then…”
The cigarette was being lit and Nami saw the cooks eyes flick past the man and sweep over her. She found herself surprised that no hearts, blushes, or nosebleeds ensued. No recognition either. The door began to shut and a leg was kicked out and forced it back open.
“As I was saying, I’m sorry then but I STILL heard a scream from this room and I don’t think it was yours.”
Nami groaned internally as the feathered man seemed to toy with a decision before stepping aside to give the chef a better view of Namis state of vulgar display.
“My girl and I just tried something new…you know bondage. She got a little too into it I’m afraid, forgetting we had neighbors. She is such the little whore…”
Sanji was frowning at the language and inhaled his cigarette as his eyes swept over Nami again. No recognition again…perhaps her face was in shadow or he tried to respect the mystery womans privacy or Sanji just didn’t except the possibility of his Nami in such a state. There was concern though.
“Sorry to intrude, but is it true? You’re okay?”
She found her head inadvertently nodding. And then to her horror she began to sway her ass in invitation. The movement added extra friction to her working fingers and she moaned in pleasure.
“Oh! Looks like she’s decided she wants me to share. You interested in spending some quality time with my slut? She’s priming herself for you as we speak! She is practically dripping!”
Sanji quickly looked away from Nami in disgust. She knew it wasn’t directed at her, but how this man viewed and treated women. Well…he was probably disappointed with any woman who let herself be so disrespected. So humiliated.
She felt really proud to be Sanjis nakama then. Despite his reputation as being a bit of a perv…he hadn’t hesitated, hadn’t considered the offer for a second.
“No. I should go make sure my friends know this room isn’t Nami-sans anymore. I’d hate to have to come back and deal with my other nakama bothering you.”
And he was gone. She was torn between relief and the loss of hope he’d somehow save her. She hadn't realised she was even holding on to that selfish hope until now.
“I was quite the charmer there. Kept his body to himself. For being so kind and having to waste my time I’m really going to make sure I enjoy this. Too bad for you.”