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[ A shuddering, vibrant thrill runs down her spine as his barely concealed hand mirrors the one she massages over his cock. Nami gasps against his lips at the feel of is fingers as they explore the already flushed folds of her cunt through the thin fabric of her soaked panties. Then he's kissing her with renewed hunger, and whatever lingering thought of how exposed they are is momentarily blotted out by her own rising need. Her tongue licks into his mouth as she massages the thickened crown of his cock with the pads of her fingers, her hips rising greedily against his touch, as her entrance tenses needily, and her clit throbs against his too-fleeting touch. The vibration of the toy pressed deep inside her urges a soft moan past her lips, a heated sound uttered low enough to get caught up in the momentary frenzy of that kiss before he draws back, allowing her a moment to catch her breath before the invitation Sanji comes at her with steals it away again. ]

You're going to have to show me a few times. [ Nami murmurs, the caress of her fingertips growing more insistent as they play over the firm line of his cock, a sensation that leaves her aching all over again.

It takes some effort to pull away, but the mental image of what's to come urges her on, making Nami take a step back, pulling her hand away as she leaves the delicious touch of his fingers as they circle her clit behind in favor of pulling him in the direction of the café in question, eager to get him alone where she'll be free to touch him just how she wants to.

Her other hand slips into her pocket briefly, long enough to bump the vibrations on Sanji's plug up another notch as she moves. ]

Yeah? Guess that’s fair. I’ll show you as many times as I need to make sure you’re satisfied. [ Between the constant buzzing of the toy against his swollen, sensitive prostate and Nami’s fingers rubbing and teasing the thickened head of his cock, it feels impossible to care about things like being in the middle of the crowd. A shameless groan vibrates against her mouth as his hips give their own needy rock, desperate as his fingers skate over her cunt and tease her clit one last time before he forces them away, a sigh of disappointment slipping out as she takes that step back. A few of the passerbys that were watching quickly shuffle off as she pulls him in the direction of the cafe. Sanji grins at her, mouth open to make another filthy promise, but then the vibrations deep in his ass intensify and taking a step causes the plug to shift inside him and he’s left biting back a half-uttered whimper of her name. He nearly misses the step, hips wanting to jerk forward, cock leaking as it aches for stimulation and relief, but he keeps his balance and restraint intact. ]

Shit, you’re wicked— [ It’s a quiet murmur against her ear as he slides an arm around her waist, fingers stroking over the curve of her hip. He’s so damn tempted to do more— to slip his fingers under her skirt and rub her clit relentlessly while they close the short distance to the cafe— but this isn’t the place for that level of brazenness. Instead, he hurries, retaliating when they round the corner with a quick, tight squeeze to her ass, lips dotting a few kisses along the curve of her neck.

And then the cafe’s in sight, a nice, brightly decorated place that usually serves snacks and desserts, empty now. The front door is locked, but they don’t go in that way, ducking around to the back entrance. He grins at her and grabs her hand, pulling her into the kitchen in a rush. His other hand tosses the coat on the ground and flips on the light switch, spinning around for his mouth to crash against hers, demanding, greedy, hungry, his hand guiding hers back to the hard outline of his cock as he kisses her. ]

Look what you’ve done to my cock, Nami. Fuck. [ It’s a breathless murmur against her lips, one that’s punctuated by quick nips to her lips, before his hand nudges her panties to the side and slowly drags the pads of his fingers over her folds, shuddering at just how soaked she is. ]

[ Maybe back home she might have stood a chance, but here, Nami couldn't imagine trying to put distance between Sanji and herself. He's so warm, so eager to rise to her every want or need, and, over the course of weeks and months, contentment too. She can trust him, both to lower her guard far enough to laugh with, and to run his hands all over her right under the noses of passersby, and it's become a bond that leaves her feeling warmed through in ways she can't quite put a name to.

But sex is easy.

Even if she doesn't have the words, she can laugh low and roguishly as he calls her wicked, her eyebrows raising as she shoots him a heated glance over her shoulder before tumbling through the back door of the café.

In the time it takes Sanji to cast aside his jacket, Nami's perched her ass on the edge of a wide counter, giving herself enough purchase to let one of her thighs settle on his hip, pulling him to her as the hand he slides between her thighs makes her gasp and grin against his mouth between earnest, ravenous kisses. Desire charges over her awareness as his fingers push her panties to the side and find the hot slick clinging to the folds of her cunt, making her movements rash and eager as she makes short work of the fastening of his pants before sliding a hand down to wrap around his cock. ] You're so hard Sanji. [ She murmurs, tugging his bottom lip with her teeth as she eases his length out of his pants, before she slicks her palm up with his pre and pumps her fist up and down his cock, too needy to keep her movements slow as her cunt shudders with need and her hips lift towards his hand. ] Fuck, I want you to make me come so badly.

[ The simple truth is that Sanji was doomed from the start to find himself cherishing her presence by his side more with every passing day. Perhaps if she’d never invited him to stay with her, and their trysts had only happened occasionally, things would be different, but they aren’t. Instead, they’ve shared countless moments together, and every time, she comes back for more. Nami’s clever, and witty, and deeply caring even though she hides it. Most of all, though, she wants him, wants to be near him even when he’s cooking, or she’s reading, or they’re doing any number of utterly mundane tasks.

Nami wants him around— to the point where she’s greedy for him, where they both say things in the heat of the moment that neither would say fully sober— and while he can’t bring himself to put these feelings to words, there’s no denying that he adores her in ways that surpass anything he thought himself capable of before.

That adoration permeates everything they do, including this. Especially this.

It's in the way he grins back at her between greedy, desperate kisses, it's in the way his eyes catch hers as his tongue traces the seam of her mouth before licking inside, and it's in the way the flats of his fingers trace the shape and length of her cunt once she's perched on the countertop, slathering themselves easily in her slick. More than a little needy himself, his hips sway, rubbing and grinding the heavy length of his cock against her palm, groaning loudly against her lips. ] Always am. Wanna fuck you so bad, Nami. [ Between the plug and the vibrator in his ass, he’s even more worked than normal, nerves electric with the need to fuck. Her hand provides sweet relief, cock twitching and leaking with every stroke of her hand. It’s no wonder that he buries a pair of fingers deep in her cunt, thrusting them into her hard, fast, matching the speed and way her hand works his cock. ] So damn tight and wet for me— [ There’s a hint of smugness in the way he murmurs it— although it’s breathless and interrupted by another groan of delight as pleasure sparks through him— hand slipping into his pocket to turn up the vibrations to their maximum intensity, thumb swirling against her clit as his fingers sink deep into her cunt. ] —gonna make you come, yeah? All over my fingers and then I’ll fuck you proper, Nami, make you come all over my cock to match.

[ The pleasure already pouring its way through her intensifies with every motion of his hand, her walls shuddering around his fingers, and the vibrator still relentlessly rumbling inside her. The hand stroking him unwittingly mirrors his rhythm, as the other pushes his pants lower on his hips, giving her room to move and let her fingers travel over his ass, nimble feelings exploring that curve as she devotes herself to the heated business of stifling her moans against his mouth between kisses. As good as she feels, that logical streak within refuses to let her believe her heart is racing for purely physical reasons. Thankfully, it also knows this isn't the time to dwell, even as every touch her plays over her flesh makes her think of the bond they'd been caught in for so many months. Nami wishes she could feel what he does when that wandering hand travels lower, pushing his pants down as her fingers press against the flat end of the plug inside his ass, wanting him just as close to the edge as she is. ]

Tell me how good it feels, having your ass filled while my hand is on your cock while I'm coming all over your fingers.[ A long, convoluted, greedy demand that hinges on the horny babble it is until the last words are gasped out, and she feels herself trembling, ass pressed firm against the smooth surface of the counter as both of her hands continue lavishing him with their attentions, grinding against his plug as she pumps his cock. The toy inside her makes the peak of her pleasure all the more ruthless and brilliantly rough, each searing jolt of bliss fanned to a brighter heat by his fingers, now coated with fresh wet as she comes, thick droplets of slick drizzling down the edge of the counter before they hit the floor. Her head tilts back, kiss swollen lips parting as she pants his name along with a flurry of encouraging curses.

Hating that she has to stop touching him, but too overwhelmed to think straight, she shudders as she squirms away from his hand, sliding the toy out of her cunt as her thighs still twitch. ] Fucking– [ Still open-mouthed and stunned, she meets his eye with a coy smirk hanging in the corners of her mouth, already moving towards him as she reaches for his cock again. ] Fuck me with your ass filled.

[ There's not even time for Sanji to react when the toys suddenly press deeper, press right against that sweet spot deep in his ass. Suddenly, the vibrator is grinding and buzzing against the sensitive swell of his prostate and the pleasure is so sharp and immediate that he whimpers, hips juddering as they seesaw between fucking his cock in time with the pumping of one set of fingers and pressing his ass back against the equally sweet pressure the other set provides. ]

Nami, fuck– [ Sanji moans, low and sweet, against the curve of her lips, gasping as his fingers somehow keep ruthlessly fucking her cunt, plunging into the slick, heated grip that grows tighter and tighter, his thumb rubbing the swollen bud of her clit desperately as he babbles back at her. ] Feels so fucking good, Nami, can't stand it. Makin’ my cock feel so damn good. Gonna make me come so damn hard, make me soak your pretty cunt with so much cum, gonna make me– [ It's another moan as she convulses around his fingers and Sanji can't hold back, the length of his cock flushed and slick with dribbled precum. He whimpers as the pleasure blazes out of control, hips rocking back to try and fuck the toy just a little deeper, mouth greedy as it kisses her– kisses her and groans out her name and obscenities– just as his release slams into him, so blistering and brilliant that it's blinding. His cock throbs and twitches as it pumps streaks of thick, hot cum all over– on her cunt, her thighs, the back of his hand, the tips of her fingers– and leaves him panting, too, panting and trembling and still lost in a sea of endless desire for her.

For Nami.

A moment passes and he blinks, just as briefly stunned as she is, blinks and then grins at what she says. Breathless, he nods his head, then gives her wicked grin of his own, taking both slick-soaked fingers and sucking them clean, lust-dark eyes boring into hers as they do it. The taste of her– perfect and heady– goes right through him, a sudden deluge of reawakened lust scouring away the bliss that had tried to encroach. With the toy still buzzing in his ass, there was no chance he'd flag, no possibility he'd be anything but ready to fuck her as many times as she likes. His cock gives an eager little twitch against her fingers as he takes a step forward, licking an errant dribble of cum from his knuckles, and catches her face between his hands to kiss her deeply, groaning softly as her fingers wrap around the heft of his cock. ] Please. Wanna fuck you so bad, Nami. Keep my ass filled while I fuck you, yeah? Make me feel so damn good, I fill your cunt up with my cum. [ His hips rock forwards slightly as he takes another step closer, hand wrapping around hers and dragging the thickened, plump crown of his cock up and down her cunt in a quick tease before he grins at her, mouth pressing against hers in a kiss that's every bit as fond as it is greedy, grins and lines them both up, folds parted around his tip. ] Gonna make you soak my cock first, though. [ And then his hand is tugging hers away as Sanji buries his cock hilt-deep in a smooth, swift thrust that leaves him groaning raggedly against her mouth and shuddering with the pleasure of being inside her. ]

[ His release leaves her skin streaked and hot with his cum, dripping down her inner thighs and slicking up the already soaking folds of her exposed cunt. Shuddering, both in anticipation of what's to come, and the electric, if ebbing waves of her orgasm, Nami let's Sanji kiss her and keep her breathless, fully yielding to the heady way of surrounding her with adoration and desire he always seems to be able to conjure from within her.

Fresh heat mingles with the old as it rises through her while her hands find him again, the heel of her palm grinding against the plug filling his ass as her thighs find their rightful place wrapped around his hips. She's already so overwhelmed, but just like always, Sanji keeps her greedy for more, hungry for him, and absolutely hooked on the heart pounding rush that comes from being the target of his affection. She doesn't want to recover, she wants him to push her further, until she's soaked and spent and leaning heavily against his side as they shuffle back to her suite at the end of all this.

Sanji aligns their bodies and makes swift work of giving her exactly what she asks for, sending a bodily shiver through her as she feels the hard, hot pressure of his cock pushing apart the still clutching walls of her cunt. It's a blissful sensation, enough so that she almost doesn't bother to try and smother the moan it draws out of her behind that endless flood of messily wanton kisses. Somewhere along the line, Sanji's persistence paid off. ]

Fuck, you're already so hard for me, Sanji. [ Her other arm wraps around him, the blunt ends of her nails dragging up the nape of his neck before her fingers tangle in his hair, the pleasure jolting through her eroding what remains of her composure, urging her to pull at the blond strands coiled around her fingers. ] Harder– [ Nami rolls her hips up as she urges him on, parting her thighs wider for him as the wet sounds of him fucking into her cunt fill the kitchen. ] Show me how good my cunt feels, fuck me so hard I can't stop soaking your cock because I'm coming so hard. [ Not that either of them have long to wait for that to happen. The building tension cording through her threatening to snap at any moment, every rock of her hips threatening to push her over until she's finally pushed past the point of pleasure. With a loud cry and a flurry of whimpered curses and utterances of his name, Nami's whole body goes tight as the walls of her cunt flutter fast around his cock, a rush of wet squirting high, leaving an arc of thick droplets of slick streaked low on his stomach. ]

[ It never fails to astound him how hungry they are for one another. His body is still shuddering with the jagged remnant of his orgasm, skin flushed and slick with sweat, and somehow, despite the mess they've already made of one another, he's still starving for more of her, drowning in that endless tide heated lust that washes over them both so easily. Even if his cock is throbbing and painfully stiff, they should slow down, should take their time, should allow themselves even a moment to recover, but– but one look at her confirms that she needs his cock as badly as he needs her cunt, that even another second is too long to wait.

A blink of the eye later and the desperate clench of her cunt surrounds his cock, slick and hot and messy, and it's the sweetest feeling there is, being buried hilt-deep inside her. His body shudders between the almost drunken kisses he plies her with, one arm looping around her waist, anchoring in the moment as his hips rock back and then jerk forwards, fucking his cock deep in an urgent thrust as he chuckles and groans against her mouth.

'cause you're perfect, Nami. Fuck– every inch of you is perfect and turns me on so damn much, you know? Makes my cock ache from how much I want you. [ A piece of him is aware he's babbling as his hand gently curves around her neck, thumb idly tracing the familiar curve of her jaw, in the instant before he's kissing her again, claiming her mouth hungrily as he makes a soft noise of agreement to her demand. ] Gonna fuck you so hard– [ He murmurs a moment later, abandoning any restraint he has, every thrust wild and desperate as he fuck into her faster, harder, the obscenely wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of the blissfully tight clutch of her cunt growing louder. Groaning, he ducks his head, sucking and nipping and biting a few marks into the curve of her neck, sliding a hand under her to roughly squeeze her ass even as the toy buzzes against his prostate and makes him moan against her neck shamelessly as his cock leaks precum.His body is right there on the edge, nerves vibrating with pleasure that threatens to crescendo, the rocking of his hips growing wilder, more desperate with each new thrust. And then, blessedly, blissfully, she's coming, she's wrenching down on his cock, cunt fluttering as it urges his cock to join her and spend. She gushes around him and all Sanji can do is fuck her hard and faster, gasping as his mouth crashes back against hers. ] So fucking good– [ It's a whimper as she drives the plug deeper and his hips buck forward, burying his cock deep inside just in time because it's too much. Groaning against her lips, pleasure burns along his veins and his body trembles as his cock twitches, pumping spurts of hot cum deep in her cunt. They make a mess of one another, then, as he gasps and moans her name alongside filthy praise, both of them caught in the throes of an orgasm that's as sweet as it is intense.

And when it subsides, he's still kissing her, even though he's panting raggedly, even though he should be basking in the afterglow of an orgasm that potent. Sanji can't get enough of her and somehow, luckily, that sentiment is entirely mutual. He's nowhere near sated or spent, but still, in that moment as he presses another messy kiss against her mouth with kiss swollen lips, he's so damn happy that it doesn't matter how much longer it'll take. As long as they're together, nothing else matters. ]

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