[ As hard as she's climaxed and as ravenous as they both are for each other, her heart is pounding for reasons that run deeper than desire. The easy way Nami can lose herself in the heat and need that crackles between them—so real and alluring it borders on magnetic—is one more delicious facet of what they’ve become after all these months here together. She’s never had anyone like him before; someone who can mean so much in all the ways that Sanji does. Together they’re whole while simultaneously part of something bigger, with their crew, with Zoro, with Hilda, all relationships that have opened her eyes in more ways than one to how complex and beautiful things can become with the right people.
This, too, is layered. Primal, profane, but still a display of complete and utter devotion, so good it makes her heart race faster than it ever could with anyone else. She can know every inch of his skin and still find herself shivering in delight as she feels his nipples pebble between her thumb and her forefinger as she rolls and tugs at it, urging him through his orgasm as he buries her face against her throat.
The warmth and the strength of his body against hers makes her senses reel for all the best reasons, and for all their salacious promises and plans for how she’ll tantalize him out in public with a cunt full of his cum later, Nami’s already decided that part can wait. Once this new game they’re playing at begins to wind down, all she’ll want is to collapse into bed with him and lose a few more hours to the joy of being in Sanji’s arms.
But they’re a long way from cuddling right now; when they’re both so worked up, even the afterglow feels more like an interlude than a conclusion. With a dazed whimper, Nami’s fingers slide free of her still-clutching cunt, sliding the flats of her fingers over her folds, stroking that overstimulated heat gently, gathering more of the cum he’s marked her with as he slumps against her, and they both catch their breath right up until Nami’s composed enough to tug at his nipple once more.
As he straightens, her now cum-covered fingers sink back into her cunt, drawing a low moan out of her that sharpens into a whimper as his fingers find her clit, the circles her works over that now wildly sensitive bud enough to send bursts of pleasure through her, potent enough to make her own nipples stiffen against the open air, as the sound of her plunging her fingers into the velvet confines of her cunt quickens, the salacious wet sound of her walls being spread apart each time she fucks into herself, pausing now and again to collect more of his spend. ]Â
Your cum feels so hot when I fuck it into my cunt like this. [ Nami’s thighs spread wider as her head tilts up to kiss him, her mouth messy and breathless as she licks into his, soft, sharp cries of need muffled against his lips as he continues to tease her clit and urge her closer to her next climax. ] I want you to fuck me so hard, Sanji, until I can’t take any more of your cum. [ The hand teasing his nipple moves to skim across her lower belly instead, touching over where he’d filled her so completely; her stomach began to swell from it, the perfect, perfectly desperate omega in heat. Her lips are as swollen as the folds of her sex, both parted from the bliss of him, both glistening with the evidence of their shared arousal. She can taste his mouth on her lips and feel the ghostly memory of his cock driving inside her each time she curls her fingers against her walls. ]
Look how much my cunt needs it; it’s so greedy for your cum, greedy to take it all— [ A loud, sharp gasp cuts her off, reducing her to merely being able to whimper his name before she forces herself to slow her fingers and slip them free so he can see the sticky threads of cum and slick webbed between them, thick droplets leaving pearly trails down to her knuckles. ] Look how much I love it, love you, love your cock. [ Horny babble ebbs into action, and without warning Nami moves from her perch on the edge of the table, turning until she’s on her hands and knees atop it, lifting her ass for him and giving him a full view as her fingers drive back into her cunt, moaning from the new twinges of friction that reverberate through her while she fucks herself from behind. ]
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This, too, is layered. Primal, profane, but still a display of complete and utter devotion, so good it makes her heart race faster than it ever could with anyone else. She can know every inch of his skin and still find herself shivering in delight as she feels his nipples pebble between her thumb and her forefinger as she rolls and tugs at it, urging him through his orgasm as he buries her face against her throat.
The warmth and the strength of his body against hers makes her senses reel for all the best reasons, and for all their salacious promises and plans for how she’ll tantalize him out in public with a cunt full of his cum later, Nami’s already decided that part can wait. Once this new game they’re playing at begins to wind down, all she’ll want is to collapse into bed with him and lose a few more hours to the joy of being in Sanji’s arms.
But they’re a long way from cuddling right now; when they’re both so worked up, even the afterglow feels more like an interlude than a conclusion. With a dazed whimper, Nami’s fingers slide free of her still-clutching cunt, sliding the flats of her fingers over her folds, stroking that overstimulated heat gently, gathering more of the cum he’s marked her with as he slumps against her, and they both catch their breath right up until Nami’s composed enough to tug at his nipple once more.
As he straightens, her now cum-covered fingers sink back into her cunt, drawing a low moan out of her that sharpens into a whimper as his fingers find her clit, the circles her works over that now wildly sensitive bud enough to send bursts of pleasure through her, potent enough to make her own nipples stiffen against the open air, as the sound of her plunging her fingers into the velvet confines of her cunt quickens, the salacious wet sound of her walls being spread apart each time she fucks into herself, pausing now and again to collect more of his spend. ]Â
Your cum feels so hot when I fuck it into my cunt like this. [ Nami’s thighs spread wider as her head tilts up to kiss him, her mouth messy and breathless as she licks into his, soft, sharp cries of need muffled against his lips as he continues to tease her clit and urge her closer to her next climax. ] I want you to fuck me so hard, Sanji, until I can’t take any more of your cum. [ The hand teasing his nipple moves to skim across her lower belly instead, touching over where he’d filled her so completely; her stomach began to swell from it, the perfect, perfectly desperate omega in heat. Her lips are as swollen as the folds of her sex, both parted from the bliss of him, both glistening with the evidence of their shared arousal. She can taste his mouth on her lips and feel the ghostly memory of his cock driving inside her each time she curls her fingers against her walls. ]
Look how much my cunt needs it; it’s so greedy for your cum, greedy to take it all— [ A loud, sharp gasp cuts her off, reducing her to merely being able to whimper his name before she forces herself to slow her fingers and slip them free so he can see the sticky threads of cum and slick webbed between them, thick droplets leaving pearly trails down to her knuckles. ] Look how much I love it, love you, love your cock. [ Horny babble ebbs into action, and without warning Nami moves from her perch on the edge of the table, turning until she’s on her hands and knees atop it, lifting her ass for him and giving him a full view as her fingers drive back into her cunt, moaning from the new twinges of friction that reverberate through her while she fucks herself from behind. ]