Untouchable

Author's note: It's been a long time since I wrote anything fictiony, forgive any rust on this thing. Someone issued a challenge a long time ago where Nami asked either Sanji, Usopp, or Zoro to watch her masturbate, and it sparked something, so there you go.

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He was just finishing the last of the dinner dishes when she walked in the kitchen. Everyone else had gone to bed except Robin, judging by the light on in the crow’s nest, which left her alone in the quiet galley with the cook. Only the sound of the ocean outside, the tink of dishes being put away in the room, and the faint creak here and there of the wood as the ship gently rocked on the ocean current greeted her ears for a second a rare moment of peace in an otherwise hectic life. Of course, as moments of peace always did, it ended abruptly as soon as Sanji realized she was standing in the doorway.

“Oh, Nami-san, I thought you went to bed.” He tossed her a delighted smile and stopped what he was doing. “Need a bedtime snack or warm cup of tea?”

“No, thank you. But I actually do need a favor.”

He practically swooned with joy. “Of course, anything Nami-swan needs!”

For a moment she hesitated, unsure how wise this really was, but it was important and there really wasn’t anyone else to ask. “Okay, finish what you’re doing and come to my room.” She noticed the look on his face and added, “You’re not getting laid, so don’t get any ideas.”

He at least had the grace to look embarrassed. “No, of course not. I’ll be right there.”

She heaved a sigh as she walked back to her room, still not sure about this. But the air was calm and cool, and a slight breeze whispered over her skin, restoring her moment of peace. She lingered outside, looking at all the stars dusting the night sky and feeling the ship list softly beneath her feet. The door opened and closed behind her and she heard his shoes on the wood as he walked over.

“It’s a beautiful night,” he said. From the slight lisp, she knew he had a cigarette in his mouth.

“Yeah. Put that thing out before you come in my room.” Without looking at him, she turned and went inside before he said something “romantic” to ruin the mood. When he came in a second later, there was no cigarette in his wide, happy smile.

“Can you move that chair over by the bed for me?” She indicated the one she meant, a sturdy-looking number with a wide, cushioned seat and a hand-carved wooden frame.

“Of course, my bright angel.” If he wondered why she needed him for such a simple task, or noticed the disarray all the bedclothes were in, he made no indication, simply doing what he was told with the same happy smile in place. “Is there anything else?”

“Yeah, have a seat.”

He did so, crossing his legs and making himself comfortable as she came over to sit in front of him on her bed like they were going to have a cozy heart-to-heart chat.

“Sanji-kun, we’re friends, right?”

He answered easily. “Of course. Why?”

“I need a big favor from you, but I want to make sure we understand each other first.” She paused, but he didn’t say anything, only nodded for her to continue with a slight hint of confusion starting to creep into his expression. “See, I know you trust me, and I know I can trust you to do this for me, but I just want to be absolutely clear about this. If you do this for me, you have to do everything I tell you, no matter what. You can never tell anyone about it, and you need to understand that our relationship is staying exactly the way it’s always been. Okay?”

Most definitely confused now, especially since she had the feeling he was remembering her words from the kitchen and trying to figure out what she could possibly be asking of him. “Of course I trust you, and you can count on me to do anything you ask.” He looked quite baffled, but also openly earnest and she knew he was sincere. That eased her anxiety a little.

“And nothing changes between us.”

He nodded in understanding. “Nothing changes.”

She let out a relieved breath and smiled, leaning down to remove her shoes. “Good. Now what you’re going to do is sit in that chair. You will not move unless I say you can, you will never, ever try to touch me, and you won’t say a word unless I tell you to. All I want you to do is sit there and watch. Got it?”

He nodded, his one visible eye wide and bewildered, not moving or speaking just like the good boy he was. The power she exerted over him was exhilarating at times and this setup was already exciting her. She moved up to the middle of the bed where she’d been before and pulled her shirt off. There was a stifled gasp from Sanji, but nothing else so she let it slide and unhooked her bra, tossing it away. Closing her eyes, she sighed happily and relaxed, feeling the rock of the ship and remembering the feel of the cool night air as she tried to duplicate the sensation with her own fingers. From her neck down to the swell of her breasts she caressed herself, brushing ever so lightly against the little peaks of her hardening nipples, and imagined what she might look like to him.

“Are you watching?” she asked without opening her eyes. She knew the answer but she needed to hear him.

“Yes,” was the short answer, his voice strained and breathing heavy. Of course he was, how could he possibly tear his eyes away from her hands slithering around the firm, heavy flesh of her own breasts? It must have been taking every shred of self control he had to stay in that chair, but there he stayed, true to his word. The image of him staring helplessly at her while so close made her bite her lip, a warm weight settling in her pelvis, and one of her hands slid down to her lap. The friction of her silky panties against her clit as she rubbed firmly elicited a breathy sigh from her and she reclined back against the mattress and spread her legs so he could see. The fabric was wet under her fingers and she reached the middle one down to feel along her slit while the index finger still rubbed tight circles on her clit.

She resisted the urge to peek at him, liking the slightly more voyeuristic feel of keeping her eyes closed. It was liberating, slightly anonymous, laying there with her legs open wide, fingering herself for a person she couldn’t see and who would not act unless she wished it.

“Do you like watching?” Her voice was breathy, teasing, unlike her regular one.

“Yes,” was the low reply, full of smoke and tension and desire, almost like a stranger’s voice. She could hear his strained breathing and imagined his face hot, hands gripping the armrests of her chair while an erection strained painfully against the black fabric of his pants, only his willpower restraining him from mounting her and fulfilling every depraved fantasy his sex-starved brain could dream up. He wanted her more than anything else in the world right now, she knew, and she was ready to come already, but there was more she wanted to do.

Reluctantly drawing her fingers away from her wet panties, she sat up and finally looked at him, a sultry smile on her face. “Would you like a closer look?”

His skin was white around the deep blush, his wide eye blinking as a bead of sweat caressed the side of his face. His hands were gripping the armrests as she’d imagined, the wood creaking under the tremendous pressure he was putting on it, and there was indeed an erection straining the front of his pants. She almost felt guilty for a second, until he fixed her with an imploring gaze and said in a clear voice, “Yes, please.” To that, she gave him a sweet smile-- he always did remember his manners—and moved her feet to the floor in front of him. As she stood, she slowly undid the clasps keeping her skirt up, watching him as he watched her, then carefully removed the garment and tossed it on the bed, leaving her only in her panties.

“Remember the rules, Sanji-kun,” she reminded him huskily as she hooked her fingers around the sides of the garment and very slowly began pulling it down.

He licked his lips, his eyes riveted to the traveling piece of silk as it made its way over her hips. “No moving… No touching… No talking…”

How far could she push this? she wondered. Which would prove to be more powerful, his dedication to his word, or the urges from his body? It probably wasn’t a question she should be pushing him towards, but she’d be damned if her power over him didn’t turn her on sometimes. Besides, of anyone on board, she really did trust him to obey her wishes.

The panties slipped down her legs and she stepped gracefully out of them, allowing him to admire the view of the neatly trimmed triangle of coppery curls he was being treated to. She had to admit, the awestruck look on his face was doing wonders for her ego. The armrests creaked again and he made a small noise in the back of his throat that might have been a moan.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked, teasing him a little bit.

“Oh god yes.”

“Do you want to see me touch myself again?” She lifted a knee and rested it on the chair cushion, outside his leg, a little smile playing at her mouth.

“Yes, please.” His voice was strained and cracking like old paint. She raised her other knee to the chair, straddling him, but keeping her body upright so she wouldn’t touch him.

“Have you ever touched a woman before, Sanji-kun?” she asked sweetly as her fingers danced along the crease where her thigh joined her hip, brushing the dark hair.

He made another small sound and looked pathetic, unable to tear his eyes from what her hand was doing. “No…”

That was hardly a surprise, but it was nice that he was honest about it.

“Then be sure to watch closely.”

Her middle finger circled languidly over her clit a few times and she sighed happily at the feeling. Her other hand came up to caress one of her breasts, her nipples getting hard again. She pinched one, letting the spark from that mingle with the warm, moist heat building up between her legs. Her index finger moved to press her clit while her middle finger moved down to play along the edges of her slit. Her eyes fluttered closed again, not needing Sanji to talk now because she could feel his eyes on her, the heat from his body, and his shuddering breath on her skin. She knew he could smell the musk from her, see how wet she was as she pressed her finger up inside herself, and she wondered if he knew how much of this was all just because he was watching.

A sigh threaded its way from her throat and her hips began to rock gently in time with her slick fingers. She’d tried for an hour to get herself off earlier, but for some reason, she just couldn’t get there. Watching herself in the mirror sometimes helped, but tonight, she just looked like a frustrated, pink-faced girl rubbing herself raw. She needed to see herself through someone else’s eyes, someone who looked at her the way she needed to feel, who saw her as so sexy, so alluring, the very sight of her body could make them cum. She imagined how she might look to him now, her head thrown back, breasts bouncing softly to the movements of her hips, wantonly fingering herself in front of him—a jolt spread up her belly at the thought.

She made a noise and moved her index finger to join her middle finger, slipping it easily in to her hot, wet canal, her thumb taking its place at her clit. She moaned and bit her lip when she found the spot she liked inside, speeding her hand up to rub it faster, wanting to finally cum. Her hips bucked against her hand, her inner muscles contracting around her busy digits, pulling sensations from deeper inside than she could reach right now. She could feel it building, feel it starting to gather in her thighs and radiate up like little electrical waves riding through her veins. Yes, yes, finally it was coming! She opened her mouth wide, arched her back, and made a keening noise as she felt it wash up over her, her thumb pressed firmly on that little electric button that kept the waves coming, inner muscles clamped down on her fingers, hips bucking in no rhythm but their own until the storm passed and she slowly settled back into herself again.

Taking a few deep breaths as her core cooled down, she removed her fingers and settled down on his legs to rest for a moment, feeling flushed and deeply satisfied. She favored the shell-shocked Sanji with a big, lazy smile.

“Thanks,” she said, “I really needed that.”

With that, she climbed off him and flopped back on her bed, feeling light as a feather and just a little tingly.

“You can go now, I’m done.” That erection looked painful, she mused as she pulled the sheet up over herself, figuring he’d probably want to go take care of that soon. Comfortable in her soft bed with her cool sheets, she closed her eyes, trusting him to show himself out. She didn’t hear him move for a few moments, probably reeling from what he’d just witnessed, but eventually she did hear the rustle of his clothing and the squeak of the chair as he got up, then his shoes on the floor as he walked to the door. There was a nagging piece of guilt floating at the back of her mind for doing this to him, even though he’d no doubt jerk off to it for at least a month. She sighed and sat up.

“Sanji-kun,” she called softly to him. He stopped and looked back at her, still stunned, but hope and lust clearly mingling with the shock. “Thank you.” She meant it sincerely, and while she knew it wasn’t what he’d been hoping she’d say, the smile he gave her in return was also sincere.

“Anything for Nami-san.”

Satisfied that he’d recover she snuggled back down and closed her eyes. She vaguely heard him turn off the lights and leave as she drifted languidly into not-quite sleep. He really was a good friend, even if he was hopeless sometimes. Maybe someday if he ever had a problem getting off, she’d return the favor.