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[chiffonades]

[ In those moments of silence, Sanji’s busy teasing himself, languidly stroking his cock as he stares at her picture— motions enough to feel good, enough to keep his cock hard and heavy, but not enough to come— until she sends him that video.

Biting his lip, he retreats deeper into the storage closet, resting his back against the wall before taking a short video of his own. His hand fervently works his cock over, now— pumping and rubbing so eagerly, his arm hurts— as his hips greedily fuck the aching length of him into the tight grip of his fist. The obscene sounds of him jerking off— flesh slapping against flesh— are as obvious as the ragged way he groans her name mixed with curses. ]

my hand’s not enough either, gorgeous, can’t ever compare to your tight, dripping cunt and how just being inside you makes me wanna cum. fuck, just thinking about how i’m gonna fuck you next i see you makes me wanna come right now.

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[ Equally captivated by the outright lascivious sight of him fucking his cock with his hand, Nami finds the fingers she thrusts into her cunt matching his rhythm as she stares, transfixed, while the video loops enough times for her to get perilously close to climax. As she teeters on an edge so thin the barest drag of her fingers against her walls, or touch to her clit would undo her completely, she stops herself, using her watch to capture the shuddering sight of her entrance shuddering and clutching needily in the absence of her fingers as more wet drips past her spread thighs to darken the floor below. ]

I'm so fucking close, but I'm not going to let myself come until it's on your cock. I'm going to tease myself over and over until you find me♥

[ Naturally she'll drop a pin as well, she's horny, not stupid. ]

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[ As close as Sanji is— his release is right there, near enough that he can feel his balls preparing to tighten, just a few greedy pumps of his hand between him and the sweet, sweet relief that’d leave him spilling onto the floor— the moment he reads her message, he forces himself to stop, tucking his cock back into his boxers and the red fabric of his slacks. He takes a picture of it— of how it strains and tents his pants, the hard outline obvious while he fights off the urge to touch himself again— and attaches it to his message. ]

not gonna spill a drop of my cum until i’m inside you again. ♥ i’m on my way, love. gonna come find you and treat you like the beautiful, perfect princess you are.

[ Luckily for them both, she’s not terribly far away and he’s got a good enough sense of direction that it’s easy to find his way to the pinned location. And while he’s not exactly dressed subtly— his costume is too flashy for that— nobody bothers stopping him when he walks with such clear purpose.

Sanji ducks behind the curtain with a wide, eager grin painted on his face— and it spreads wider as soon as he sees her because, yes, he’s stupidly smitten with her— mouth crashing against hers by way of a hungry, greedy greeting. ] Miss me, Nami? [ It’s purred against her lips as he tucks the bright red flower that’s part of his costume behind her ear, using his now free hand to guide hers to where his length is still hard and throbbing and concealed by thin layers of fabric. ]

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There you fucking are.

[ She's worked herself to the edge twice before Sanji finds her, half hidden in an alcove obscured by the heavy theatrical curtains hanging from the ceiling. The dinosaur costume that started all this has been kicked to the side, right along with her panties, and the dress she wore out that day is hiked up high over her hips, revealing how soaked and flushed her fingers have left her.

Sometimes they can hold out and turn crossing paths at last into a game of waiting while one stokes the other's desire, only to end up working themselves up as well, but the wait has been long enough already. The hard shape of him through his pants makes her shiver and groan low into the flight of ravenous, slickly messy kisses she claims his mouth in. Her palm and the flats of his fingers press and massage over the hard line of his cock. Her body is buzzing from the way she's edged herself; just feeling him this hard is enough to make her cunt shudder and tense, and her clit throb, begging to be touched again.

Whimpering in impatience, she forces her hand away from his cock, tugging his pants open before Nami's arms wrap around his neck. Pulling herself up as her tongue glides and brushes against his, she wraps her legs around his hips. ]

I can't wait anymore.

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Got here as fast as I could, gorgeous. [ His voice is a low purr as his eyes, beyond dark with want, take everything in— the discarded costume, the soaked fabric of her panties, the way her cunt's utterly soaked and quivering, greedy for his cock— before he grins up at her, all wicked delight and unabashed joy at seeing her like this. ] You're a sight for sore eyes.

[ Not that he's in much better of a state. Lurid thoughts of her during the mad rush to find her have kept his cock rock hard, so turned on that it almost hurts, that the ache is nearly enough to make him whimper. A low groan reverberates against her mouth as she palms him through his pants, hips jerking encouragingly as he nips and bites at her lips, both of his hands roughly kneading and massaging the soft, inviting curve of her ass. Even before she swaps from touching him to pulling his pants open, Sanji knows neither of them has the kind of patience required to wait, knows and groans approvingly, mouth lavishing her neck with hot, suckling kisses, tongue darting out to taste her skin. ]

Good. I don't wanna wait. Need to be inside you right now, love.

[ Murmuring almost dreamily against her lips, he grins as his hips roll backwards, the broad underside of his shaft lightly grinding along the dripping folds of her cunt, fingers catching his thickened head and guiding it into place. Sanji doesn't bother finding a wall or murmuring a warning— the hungry crash of his mouth against hers should be warning enough— flexing his hips forward and driving the fullness of his cock hilt deep in an instant, shamelessly groaning her name in a low, rough voice. ]

Your cunt's so fucking tight for me already. [ Another murmur, breathless, just before he groans again, hips already rocking backwards, already fucking his cock back into the greedy clench of her cunt. ] It's perfect, just like you. Fuck, I needed you.

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[ One hand reaches behind her to blindly slap at the wall a few inches to her back, blindsided by the rush of pleasure that moves through her like a wave when Sanji plunges his cock inside her, finally giving her body that extra push she'd been urging herself towards with her finds while waiting for him to arrive. Shuddering as her heart races and pounds hard against her chest, she rolls her hips forward, inner thighs pressing tight to his sides. ] Needed you too, needed your thick, gorgeous cock.

[ Pushing off the wall, Nami gives herself enough purchase to rock against him, fucking herself hard on his cock, every movement of her body betraying the fiery hunger she’s been teasing to life between their messages. ] Fuck, Sanji, make me come over and over. I don’t want to stop. [ The words taper off into a needy whimper as her nails dig into his back, pulling him against her, urging him to press her back against the wall fully even as her body continues to move relentlessly against his.

Once he steps forward, it’s all the provocation she needs to adjust herself, freeing her hand up to run down his chest as her shoulders press back against the wall in its place, the way her hips grind against his growing more incessant and urgent. ]

Just like that, don’t you dare fucking stop. [ Breathless, her voice rises in pitch, her hand tugging at his nipples briefly before sliding down to rub fast at her clit, making herself shudder hotly around him as Nami pushes herself rapidly towards the climax she’s been letting build while waiting for him. Pleasure makes the world run together in a delicious blur as it explodes through her body, making her hips jerk with every resonating jolt, as first one, then another gush of wet soaks her cunt and leaves a spray of droplets darkening the front of his costume. ]

So fucking perfect, you’re always so perfect. I love you so much, Sanji. I—

[ The walls of her cunt quiver tightly around him as his cock fills her again and again, as she trembles against him, ducking her head to kiss him harder while panting his name against his mouth. ]