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[ The conflicted feeling that found her gut tightening after the first time she found him returns after reading that last message. The impossible joy of having a crewmate with her again after months of sticking it out on her own, pairing with the despair inducing knowledge that Sanji is now also a prisoner of the House to form a leaden knot in her stomach, a tangle Nami doesn't know if she'll ever really be able to work out.

But he's here, and somehow the relief tempering the raw edges of that tumult is enough to make her seem at ease, instead of concerned, after she finally turns a corner and crosses paths with the cook padding around her suite calling for her. ]

They sent you a fruit basket? [ The corners of her eyes crease skeptically, certain those fruits aren't at all what they seem. It's a reminder of how much about the casino Sanji hasn't been exposed to yet, further cementing the notion that getting him up here and keeping him within arm's reach at all times is the right choice. Back home, Sanji's attention was perplexing. That warm, almost reverent interest too overwhelming, treating her with a level of esteem Nami wasn't used to being at the brunt of.

Things have changed, at least somewhat. She's somewhat closer to relaxing into being sincerely adored, but more than that, Nami's learned to reach for others, even if she's burying one motive inside another when she does it.

A decisive glint flashes briefly in her eyes as Nami rolls up onto the balls of her feet. Her weight pitches forward easily, leaning into him and pressing her mouth against his, wordlessly encouraging him to take her up on the invitation and stay close, and covertly celebrating that he's near enough to do this with in the first place. She wouldn't be able to express it in words without bristling, but this? So much more straightforward. ]

I think they know I’m a cook. [ His shoulders raise in a quick shrug because he doesn’t know why the resort bothered to send him one. Nami’s disbelief means it isn’t commonplace— she’d know, after all, if everyone got one— and is probably something to be wary of, which is a shame because no matter what’s wrong with the fruit, the thought of wasting ingredients like these tears him up inside. All he has to do is remind himself that it’s the House’s fault that the fruit is likely inedible and he feels that familiar twist of anger all over again.

It doesn’t impact the clear adoration in his eyes as he looks at her, her hair longer than he remembers it, a subtle reminder of how differently time has passed for them. In his recollection, they were together on the Going Merry only a few weeks ago, surrounded by friends and crew mates, but she’s been here months without him there to watch her back. Whatever it takes, he’s determined to make sure she’s never alone here again. It’s the least he can do for not being here for her before.

The kiss is unexpected, but not unwanted. Sanji’s bright eyes widen, then slip closed as she leans close and the soft warmth of her lips press firmly against his. It’s another thing that’s different from before, another small reminder of what this place has done, and while it should make him angry, the feeling of her mouth against his is far too sweet for there to be anything other than the fond warmth blossoming in his chest and slow bloom of desire that accompanies it. At some point, the fruit basket drops from his hand to the floor as he reaches up to gently touch calloused fingers to her cheek. ]

Nami. [ The way he says her voice— mouth hovering against hers, arm looped tight around her waist as it easily accepts the invitation she’s proffered and pulls her flush against his chest— is somewhere between a murmur and a sigh. His head tips forward as he kisses her back, a little harder, a little more insistent, mouth working slowly against hers as he savors the feeling. When it breaks a moment later, his teeth rake over her bottom lip, delivering a quick nip before he sucks down a breath.

And then he’s kissing her again, another acceptance of what she’s offered, harder still, tongue tracing the seam of her lips before dipping inside to taste the sweet heat of her mouth. He missed her during those days he feared he was here all alone and now that they’ve already been together once, there’s a growing greediness inside him that just wants more. The hand around her waist slips under the hem of her shirt, fingers splayed over the small of her back, as he holds the kiss for as long as he can, until his lungs demand a breath with such urgency, it can’t be ignored. He breaks it then, forehead pressed against hers as he looks into her eyes, gaze fond and already hungry for more. ] I could get used to doing this.

They know a lot. [ Too much. The strange dangers this place presents weren't far from her thoughts before Sanji's arrival. Having someone here she feels more than obligated to protect and forewarn has only brought that laundry list of threats back to mind. There's so much wrong with this place, but she has her fortress, safe and beachy, exactly what she was after when Nami first decided it was time to get off the five's floor.

It's all so goddamn much.

Nami wants to tell him everything, but, she wants to keep them both busy like this more, and feed into this newfound variety of greed that's come from having somebody familiar here. Whether she chooses to acknowledge it or not, his presence has pressed on the loneliness she's worked to sidestep since the last time a Straw Hat departed.

But it's not all the sense of isolation she's been left to marinate in that draws Nami to Sanji and makes it easy to blur the lines they might not cross so quickly back home and unprovoked. With Sanji, she knows exactly how vibrant and overwhelming the affection she'll be met with is, because he's never tried to hide it. Back home, she wouldn't know what to do with all that tenderness, but she's had the chance to learn here, to have it feel so simple and straightforward to move in and take him up on the invitation he's been issuing since he took her order back at the Baratie.

The corners of her lips curve in a small smile, still parted slightly as she tries to catch her breath, despite the soft brush of his mouth against her own while he says her name making it hard to focus on anything but the sound of his voice, until he draws close enough to kiss her again.

A little thrill runs up her spine when his fingers slip beneath the hem of her top and find skin to splay against, compelling her to lift her chin and let her tongue lick into his mouth, taking a step backward as she begins to lead him blindly through the suite. ] That's the plan.

[ Because she wants him close, because she'll be damned if she's going to let this resort use that stupid suit mark against him, because it's intense and sweet and surprisingly easy to want more. ]

[ They know a lot. And there’s so much he still doesn’t know. Remedying that deficiency is a top priority, something that he needs to do as soon as possible, because information is tantamount if they ever want to find a way out of this place. And Sanji does. They both do, and he knows it, both want to find their way home back to where Luffy and Zoro and Usopp are waiting for them. There are dreams to fulfill, an adventure to go on, and a crew that needs them as surely as they need their crew in return.

It’s a thought that lingers at the back of his mind, something to return to later, always something to give him motivation to get the hell out of this place. It lingers, but it dulls in the wake of that first kiss, all extraneous thought replaced by the sudden surge of single-minded want that rushes through him.

None of that is new. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he’d wanted her. It had been different, then, a sudden attraction that was based on nothing else than how gorgeous she was and an instinct that she was a good person, a streak of vibrancy that briefly lit up the increasingly dull existence that life on the Baratie was coming. But then he’d seen her save her Captain, put her life on the line for her village, let herself be painted a villain for the sake of the people she cared about— and all of that just strengthened those feelings of fondness, of admiration into an almost overwhelming amount of affection.

It isn’t new, but the ease at which they both fall into this— that is new. Back home, there had been clear boundaries set between them, her own uncertainty at how to handle being cared for mixing with his own reluctance to push for more and their relationship as crewmates. Here, they’ve dissolved, they’ve gone away completely, and that brings him more joy than he cares to admit right now. ]

Should’ve known it was. You’re even more clever than you’re beautiful, and that’s saying something. Always have the best plans. [ His eyes are bright with that fondness as he chuckles softly, shivering at the implication. There’s no resistance to him as she draws him deeper into her suite, no hesitancy to go along with her. Sanji might theoretically be able to see their surroundings easier, but every drop of his attention is focused and fixated on her. She takes another step backwards, and he steals another quick kiss the second he steps forward, mouth hungry and demanding against hers.

It repeats like that as they wind their way deeper, an endless stream of kisses mixed with slow steps, his hand roaming over the soft skin all along her back, touch almost reverent as it gently maps the slope of her spine, the curve of her waist, the rise of her shoulder blades. It all feels like a blur, despite the slowness of their progress, because each kiss makes his lips ache for more and sharpen his focus on her, bright eyes growing hazier with want with every step they take.

And then at some point, those quick kisses no longer suffice. He pauses, then, feet planted firmly on the ground, arms holding her tight as Sanji’s mouth crashes down against hers, the desire burning in his gut requiring more, needing more as he claims her mouth in a hard kiss that refuses to relent, her name a soft groan of desire that he rumbles against her lips. ]

[ They've got lives and a grand adventure waiting, and goodness knows that's a topic Nami has stewed on for months while left on her own to find a way to beat the House and make it home, but all the parts of her heart that have been left aching while mulling those thoughts over are soothed so sweetly every time their mouths meet in another kiss. ]

I think you're gonna like this one too. [ She purrs against his mouth, before hiding the grin on her face with another kiss. Wanting him and protecting him can coexist, even if she wasn't expecting to find both equally rewarding so quickly. One of Nami's arms stays wrapped around Sanji's neck while the other roves down, her fingers finding his belt and pulling it open, sliding it out of the loops at the top of his pants with one decisive pull before she tosses it aside. ]

You're doing okay, right? [ The question might be uttered in a whisper that trembles from all the desire hanging on it, but she can't completely hide her concern, even if she tries to sneak it in between kisses, leading him backwards once again while her hand seeks out his cock.

The suite is sprawling, but it's a short path between the corridor they found each other in, and the map room. Even without looking, Nami knows the way to the largest frame, the hand massaging over the firming line of his cock through his pants, pulling away long enough to tap her watch against the corner of it. ]

Get me to bed, Sanji. [ It's a testament to how beguiled his return has made her that Nami doesn't consider how far back in the private stretch of rooms behind the map her bedroom actually is.

At least they have their choice of surfaces between there and here. ]

Got a feeling you’re right about that. [ His chuckle rumbles in his chest, almost a purr to match hers, because Sanji’s certain he’s going to love everything about this plan. Maybe a little too much and in the wrong way, considering where they are and the demands of the House, but being this close to her— with her arm looped over his neck, soft, warm lips hovering just only inches from his in invitation for as many kisses as he dares to steal— only serves to completely override thought with desire. ]

Yeah, of course I am. [ There’s a hint of reassurance in his voice, but it’s interrupted by a soft groan as her clever fingers massage and rub his cock through the front of his slacks, every teasing stroke only making it throb to further hardness eagerly. It makes his steps falter, just for a second, as she touches him, something that was unfamiliar only a few weeks ago back on the Merry now a welcome sensation that’s growing quickly familiar. As rough with want as his voice is, it softens slightly as he steals another kiss before murmuring against her lips. ] I’m more than okay right now.

[ By the time they reach the map room, his lips are aching from how many times they’ve kissed and his cock strains obviously against his slacks, maddeningly hard after all her teasing. He’s vaguely familiar with the layout of her suite from his previous visits, and although there are a dizzying number of rooms all things considered, he still smiles when she opens the hidden door to let them into the truly private part of her suite. ] It’d be my pleasure.

[ They make it barely a dozen steps after the split towards her room before the waiting is too much. The arm around her waist unwraps and slides between them, hand slipping between her soft, pale thighs, to press against the already damp fabric of her panties. Sanji grins at that discovery, the pads of his fingers slowly tracing the shape of her cunt through the thin fabric, grins as he kisses her hard and deep while he slowly maneuvers her back against the door to her closet. ]

Fuck— your panties are so wet, Nami. Your cunt must be so damn slick for me right now. [ The very thought that she could want him like that— in a way that felt impossible when he first woke up here— sends shivers down his spine and makes his head swim with possibilities. He stares at her with bright sky-blue eyes blown dark with more desire than he knows what to do with and grins as he uses both hands to push her underwear down her legs.

And then he knows he’s right because he’s touching her bare cunt, calloused fingers greedily stroking swollen folds that are so slick with desire. It makes him shudder as he kisses her again, mouth hungry and eager against hers, as his hips grind the stiff line of his cock against her palm, and he groans her name softly. ] So fucking wet for me.

Edited 2024-09-07 22:11 (UTC)

[ She'll believe him after she gets his clothes off and can confirm that the suit mark on his skin is as faded as the tiny one on the back of her right hand is. But, while that sight will be enough to put her at ease, it's also not going to stop her from making this greedy bid for closeness. Nami hasn't let herself feel lonely. After the last crewmate disappeared, she drank her feelings away like any respectable person before moving on with her life, painfully aware that being confined to the casino left her no other choice.

It's only after being drawn in by Sanji, and all the generous warmth he's eager to heap onto her, that Nami realizes what a cold time it's been while on her own. Who could blame her for being unable to get enough of him?

With the way he expresses it, she sure wouldn't be able to blame him for not getting enough of her, either. Sanji's increasingly familiar touch reverberates through her, leaving her clit throbbing, breath catching after his arm loops around her and his hand delves between her thighs to trace the already hot shape of her cunt through the damp fabric of her panties, touching her where she wants to feel it most, but not quite. Her hand delves into his pants, quickly working down the length of his cock, fingers wrapping around the base before she strokes him fully. Her hand fists around his length, working upward until she can slick the pad of her thumb up with the pre beading at his head, letting that wetted up fingertip glide around the underside of the swollen crown of his cock, teasing him as his fingers now tease her. ]

It's so good– [ She answers in a soft, almost dreamy sigh, legs parting wider for him as her hips arch up, chasing after that touch. ] You make me feel so good, Sanji.

[ Being here— being away from his crew, and their amazing ship, and no longer able to chase after his dream— instead of where he belongs is still a struggle. He’s met some good people here, people he’s starting to consider allies, but none of them put him at ease like being with Nami does. Just seeing her tugs at something inside him, a soft feeling of fondness that refuses to go away, and makes everything else about being here all the more bearable.

He can’t get enough of her. She’s been in his head since the last time they were together, lurid memories that have been a temptation all their own. It’s no wonder he hasn’t been able to stop kissing her. He’s been wanting more of her ever since he got that first taste.

His breath hitches in his throat as she slips her hand down the front of his pants, the warmth of her fingers now directly wrapped tight around the firm length of his cock. The sound he makes is nearly a whimper, half a groan, as she teases the plump tip of his cock, hips rocking lightly as they grind the heft of his shaft greedily against her grip. More precum leaks from his slit and he can’t hold back the urge to kiss her again, mouth crashing against hers in a hungry kiss that demands more, demands everything she’s willing to give him. ]

I’m gonna make you feel even better, Nami. That’s all I want, you know? I want to make you feel as good as I can. [ His reply is every bit as soft, a quiet murmur full of warm affection and hot desire. Now that her cunt is completely exposed, the tips of his fingers caress her swollen, desire-slicked folds directly, abandoning feather-light touches for something more substantial, rubbing and teasing her entrance with faster and faster strokes, lips pressing a hot kiss to her ear. ]

Gonna make you come, and then use my mouth and make you come for me again. [ It’s a soft purr as he takes advantage of her parted legs and sinks a pair of fingers inside her with a languid thrust of his hand, thumb gently swiping against the swollen bud of her clit. ] I wanna taste your sweet cunt so much.

[ Practicality might have been the driving force in causing the boundaries between them to blur, and if Nami actually did the work of keeping this a matter of necessity she might have stood a chance of maintaining sense, but all this glorious greed he brings out in her is too strong to ignore. She's had months of getting used to being spoiled, both by the resort after ranking up, and by some of the people she's had encounters with, but with Sanji that indulgence is in a class by itself.

It's more than just the bliss that's throbbing through her as his fingers sink into her heat, curving and fucking into her cunt in a way that leaves her thighs trembling and spreading wider, while her hand returns to the head of his cock to slick her palm up further. She could let him spoil her, and everything Sanji says strongly alludes to that being what he wants, but she doesn't want to stop touching him. He's warm and real and a beautiful reminder that life beyond the casino was still a thing – everything she'd needed and nothing she realized she did until it was here.

Those thoughts keep her mouth warm and willing, lavishing Sanji with open, desperately hungry kisses, her hand working up and down the length of his cock in time with the eager way she rocks her hips, fucking herself on his fingers, as those promises and the throbbing, heady bliss working through her, leave her moaning low against his mouth. ]

Not even gonna let me try to look out for you– [ If she wasn't so breathless, Nami might have sounded giddy about it, the selfish part of her relishing in his impatience right along with the pleasure he keeps deluging her with. Her free hand moves to push his pants off his hips, freeing his cock, so her hand can stroke his length fully. ] Want you to make me come, Sanji, then I want you filling me with this cock.

[ Spoiling her is exactly what Sanji wants, the desire to bathe her in a sea of pleasure burning as brightly as the desire for her itself does. It’s just his nature— something that bubbles up as naturally as the greedy desire for her does— to want to please her, to leave her trembling and overwhelmed between the deft touch of his fingers, the greedy lap of his tongue, and the eager thrust of his cock. Now that they’ve crossed that invisible line between being just crewmates and whatever they are now, here in this place, his desire is stronger than ever. ]

Whatever you want, Nami— [ His voice trembles as he groans her name, hips bucking as he grinds the length of his cock against her palm, fucking into the tight grip her fingers have around him, more arousal beading on the tip before he smears it against her skin. Each stroke of her hand makes his body buzz with the pleasure of it, shoulders shuddering, as steals another greedy kiss, teeth scraping over her lower lip a moment later. ] —gonna give you whatever want. My fingers, then my cock sounds like a damn good plan to me.

[ As much as he wants to spoil her, this is another form of it, another way to grant them both the pleasure they crave. There’s something special about fucking her, about the way she so easily draws him into not caring about the casino or the game or anything else but the moment. Eager to please, his fingers refuse to relent, rutting into her faster and matching the stroking of her hand around his cock, thrusting with enough vigor that he can hear the wet, slick sounds of fucking as they press deep into the tight heat of her cunt. ]

You’re gonna make me come, too, at this rate. Gonna make me come so hard. [ It’s a low gasp against her mouth as he kisses her greedily again, lips tingling and aching from all the kissing they’ve already done. Even with that, it’s still not enough. He needs more, needs to feel the sweet heat of her mouth against his as many times as she’ll allow. As he kisses her, more precum dribbles out of his cock as his thumb presses flush against the swollen bud of her clit and rubs it in tight, quick circles. ] Wanna make you feel so good, Nami. Fuck.

[ With her shoulders pressing back against the wall it makes it easy for Nami to arch her hips toward his touch, the slick sounds of his fingers as they fuck into her already soaking cunt filling the space between them, fanning her hunger into new heights of voracity, aided by every filthy promise he makes. Nami's tongue runs over his lower lip before she tugs at it with her teeth, the hand working up and down the length of his cock, stilling at the head to massage over it with her slick, deftly curved palm, delighting in the the way it's all but dripping pre already. ]

I can tell. [ She breathes the words against his mouth until she's cut off with a sharp moan as the pleasure coiling hotly in her core flares, her cunt fluttering tight around his fingers as her thumb runs along the underside of his head, wetted up with his cum and gliding smoothly. ] Your cock's already ready to give me all this cum, Sanji. [ And as much as she wants to hold back on her own release in order to revel in that fact, Sanji's fingers make that impossible. Transfixed on his pace as he works to match her own and every jolt of pleasure he sends through her, she can feel herself coming undone without any hope of stopping it. ]

I'm so– Fuck, my cunt. [ Nami whimpers as her walls clutch tight around his fingers, coating them in fresh wet as her pulse rockets through her veins and her hips tremble, the searing heat of her orgasm encouraging her hand to quicken, angling the head of his cock down as she spreads her legs wider, a thick drop of pre dribbling out to streak across her folds. ] Cum all over my cunt, Sanji, I wanna watch you get me soaking fucking wet.

Fuck. [ It’s a breathless laugh, soft and sweet, as he feels her come apart around his fingers in a flood of wet heat. This isn’t the first time he’s made her come, but Sanji doesn’t think he’ll ever stop feeling the delighted wonder that bringing her to the peak of her pleasure brings him now. ] Your cunt gets so damn tight and wet when you come for me. [ That wonder is in his voice— a quiet murmur against her mouth— as he kisses her, sweet and greedy still, fingers fucking her right through her orgasm. And through it all, his pleasure is building, too, hips bucking with almost wild abandon as he shamelessly ruts his cock into the tight grip of her fingers. ]

Yeah? You want me to make a mess of your perfect cunt? I’m gonna do it— fuck, I’m gonna cum— [ The moment he feels her orgasm relent he gives into the skilled urging of her clever fingers, tugging both fingers out from inside her and using them to keep her pussy spread open as the rush of raw, searing pleasure overwhelms him. He breaks the kiss before it happens, eyes angled downwards, watching the sight of himself drenching her folds with hot spurts of his cum with her as his cock twitches and pulses in her hand. There’s no stopping the breathless groans of curses mixed with her name, eyes wide, body shuddering as she does exactly what she wanted. ]

Nami— [ He’s panting softly by the time he finishes, face flushed and damp with sweat, a dazed grin on his face, but that doesn’t stop him from pressing a languid kiss against her mouth, hand gently cupping her cheek. The fingers that were keeping her spread open stop, but only so they can dip down and smear and rub his cum in an even layer all over her cunt. ] Did you like what you saw? Like the sight of my cock coating your cunt with all that cum?

Edited 2024-09-19 12:44 (UTC)

[ The rising rush of satisfaction that reverberates through her, not just from the white-hot bliss being urged to new heights by his fingers, but from the sheer wonder in his voice as he describes how her cunt feels as he pushes her past the point of orgasm. ] So tight and wet for your cock, want you to make it even wetter. [ First by marking her slick and swollen folds with thick streaks of his cum, a thought that makes her shudder and her breath catch when Sanji's slides his fingers out to push her folds apart. ] I want it. Fuck, Sanji, spread me wide open for your cum.

[ Her hand works over him in earnest, feeling his cock throbbing in her nimble grasp the closer he gets to his orgasm. She follows his gaze down, lips parted in complete captivation as the first hot streak of his release spray across her exposed, still quivering cunt, a low keening moan escaping her as the coupled sight and sensation make her ache with new want despite still reeling from her last climax. Her entrance tightens, glistening with fresh wet as his cum drizzles down her slit, an impossibly hot, wonderfully filthy feeling she seizes on.

Pupils wide with want when their eyes meet, Nami can feel her heart flutter as his free hand cradles her cheek while the other works to cover the flushed folds of her cunt with his cum. ] It looks so good.[ She manages in a heated breath against his mouth as her hand releases its hold on his cock, letting the slick head of it smear across her stomach as she reaches down to gently clasp Sanji's wrist while he spreads his cum all over her and guide the tips of his slick fingers towards her entrance, her hips tipping forward enough to ease the tips of them back inside her. ] Fuck it into my cunt, I want it everywhere.

[ As filthy as it is, as much as Sanji is caught up in the thrill and pleasure of the moment, there’s still something deliciously intimate about the knowledge that they’re both watching the sight of his twitching cock painting her trembling cunt with lines of his release. It’s a sight just for them, and it takes his breath away, the sight of his cum clinging to her already slick-drenched folds, just as surely as the look of intense need in her eyes does when their eyes meet again. For all the raw, carnal want that makes heat and tension twine together in his belly, he can’t look into her eyes and not feel that fond warmth blossom in his chest. ]

Yeah. Yeah, it does. Fuck, your cunt looks so good covered in my cum. [ Even vocalizing that thought makes his body want to shudder. This isn’t something he’d ever entertained before coming here— hell, them even ending up in bed together felt like a distant fantasy, given how exasperated she was by every sign of affection and interest he sent her way— but as his mouth brushes another languidly gentle kiss to her lips, there’s no denying that he likes it. He likes it enough that his eyes goes wide at her ask, kiss breaking as he bites his lower lip and glances down at where the very tips of his fingers are now parting her folds. ]

Gladly. Shit, I’ll pump you full of my cum, too, give you every drop, if that’s what you want. [ For a moment, he’s just fascinated by the sight of what he’s doing, wrist flexing as it slowly pumps his curled fingers in and out of her, adding to the mess inside her cunt. After a few strokes, he tugs them back out, using the flats to smear and gather more of the mess that coats her folds, before shoving them back inside her. ] That what you want, Nami? [ His voice is a purr against her mouth as he kisses her greedily, properly fucking his fingers into her, faster, faster, fingers stroking her cheek. The next time he pulls out, head ducking down to press hot kisses along the curve of her neck, his other hand sliding down from her cheek to squeeze a soft breast through the fabric of her shirt, it’s not only to cover them with more of his cum, but to rub some of it to her swollen clit before pressing them deep in a smooth, deep thrust. ] Just like that?

[ The way he stares is just as hot as the sight of her cunt painted with his cum, her already slightly swollen folds gliding beneath his touch as he smears his slick all over her. As sensitive as her orgasm has left her, just that would be enough to encourage her to press for more, but he's so willing to give her everything, following her lead effortlessly, his fingers hot and wet with his cum as he fucks them into her and makes her moan all over again. The sound of her soaking cunt being filled with his fingers fills the space between them, lurid and inviting, enough to make her arch her hips against his hand, rocking against him to ensure she takes his fingers deep every time. ]

Fuck yeah, I want that. [ Her words are little more than a needy, ragged moan, her newly freed hand coming to clutch at his hip, trying to keep him close while her mind reels over how to get Sanji even closer. ]

Want you to pick me up and fill me with your cock. I want you fucking me before you find something to fuck me on. [ The thought is enough to send a ripple of pleasure pinging through her, pulling another moan out of Nami before she rolls forward on the balls of her feet, bringing her mouth against his while she fists her hand loosely around his cock again before stroking slow, urging him back to hardness. ]

[ As Sanji’s eyes flicker between intently watching the expressions of pleasure that blossom on her face and the sight of his fingers smearing and shoveling his cum deep into her cunt, it feels almost impossible to believe that the House could conjure up anything more tempting or arousing than Nami is. And perhaps that’s the House’s plan— bring him here, knowing he can’t resist her, would never even dare to try— but if it is, this is one time he’s content to let it win. The urge to give her everything she wants, needs, asks for is too strong to ignore, particularly when she moans her wants and desires so sweetly that it makes his head spin and his blood sing with an intensity he can’t put into words.] Mmm, then you’re gonna get it. Give you my cock and my cum as much as you like.

[ The thrusting of his fingers are not quite relentless— they pause again to grind hard against the swollen, cum-soaked folds of her cunt— but as she elaborates on what she wants, he can’t help but fuck them into her hard and fast, groaning and gasping against her mouth. Between her words and the languid way she works his cock back to stiffness, it’s easy to forget about anything other than the way his body blazes with pleasure and the woman responsible for it. ]

Yeah? [ It’s a breathless, husky chuckle against her lips as he gingerly swipes his thumb over the stiff bud of her swollen clit, fingers pressed as deep as they’ll go inside her. Sanji grins, eyes dark with want as he looks at her, hips rocking as they rub the broad underside of his dick along the palm of her hand. His fingers hook under the soft expanse of her thigh, urging it up and against his hip, as he steals a hot kiss, murmuring softly. ] Want me to replace my fingers right now with my cock, Nami? Fuck you right here, before we find a table or a couch or something softer to fuck on?

[ Already sensitive, Sanji's touch just works her up further, ensuring that her cunt clutches tightly around his fingers each time he drives more of his cum deep inside her, the hot idea of it, and the slick, lewd sound the motion makes, urging her hips to roll forward, fucking herself on his fingers as earnestly as he thrusts them into her. ] Are you going to fuck me until it's dripping out of me? Until my cunt's full, and you could spread it open and look at how messy you made it? [ It's pure babble because Nami is absolutely sure Sanji would do just that if she asked him to, and she very much is asking him to.

A needy, keening moan purrs at the back of her throat as the hand fisted around the swollen heft of his cock pumps down the length of him with renewed vigor, holding him just tightly enough that her urgency is obvious. Given the heady picture the two of them paint with their words, it's only a matter of time before she's coming around his fingers again, something she wants while simultaneously wanting – no, needing– more.

Too far gone to internally mull over the implications of being this caught up in Sanji without the resort pushing her into it (or at least getting the ball rolling) her walls flutter around his fingers as her palm curves over the crown of his cock, smearing pre along the thick length of him when her hand strokes down again. Another moan escapes her, twisting into a hissed curse as a jolt of pleasure leaves her thighs trembling before he guides one leg up to settle around his hip.

He kisses her again, and she lets it muffle another little cry, her cunt growing slicker and hotter around his fingers as she catches his tongue in her lips and sucks it hard, trying to fight off an orgasm while fully relishing in every point of contact he gives her. ] I'm gonna come Sanji, fuck me right here, let me come on your cock. [ As she says it, Nami uses the hold she has on his length to guide it closer to where she needs to feel him most, her free hand gently urging his hand away from her cunt so she can replace that contact with his head, pressing it just inside her soaked, tightened entrance, barely able to suppress the tremor that moves through her as she feels him start to sink into her while she's this close to coming. ] Fuck me right here, I wanna come for you, I don't want to wait.

Yeah, yeah, of course I’m gonna— fuck, Nami— [ Caught in the same urgent need to babble filth as the wet sounds of his fingers thrusting greedily into her cunt grow louder still, he’s caught completely off guard as Nami’s too-skilled fingers stroke the length of his dripping cock faster, voice breaking into a quivering groan that’s full of need as his hips shudder, utterly shameless as he eagerly fucks into the tight ring her fist makes around the thickness of his girth. And even that doesn’t stop his babbling, only delays it for a brief moment as he sinks deeper into the haze of feverish desire and molten pleasure that they’ve both well and truly lost themselves to. ] —gonna fuck you until you’re so fucking full of my cum, it’ll be leaking out for hours ater. And then I’m gonna look at it, look at how your cunt’s even prettier when dripping my cum, and clean you up with my mouth.

[ He’s barely finished babbling when she palms the plump, tender head of his cock, teasing it in a way that makes his muscles quiver before slicking up the length of his cock. A gasp— breathless and sharp— bursts out of him, a sharp inhalation of her name, as his fingers pump faster, harder, curled as he discovers how much slicker she’s gotten around fingers and sudders, shudders and groans as she sucks on his tongue, the hand on her hips lightly raking curtly-clipped nails down it and the outside of her thigh. ]

Can’t think of anything I want more right now than you. And fucking you with my cock. [ It’s a soft purr against her mouth, a brief pause the only respite her lips get before he’s pressed another hot kiss against her lips. There’s no resistance as she guides him closer, just an eager shift of his hips, the anticipatory groan vibrating eagerly against the sweet warmth of her mouth, fingers slipping out of the sopping folds of her cunt and spreading them wide as the very tip of the rigid line of his cock presses inside. ] I will. Not gonna make you wait.

[ Peering into her eyes with ones blown dark with an almost bottomless desire for her, his hips rock forward in a motion that’s nearly a jerk, urging the fullness of his cock inside the dripping grip of her cunt in the blink of an eye. There’s no halting the shudder of his body, the needy moan of her name, the trembling kiss that he messily presses against her lips, tongue licking inside her mouth almost instantly. And there’s only a few seconds pause before he’s moving— one hand carefully digging it’s fingers into the yielding flesh of her hip, steadying her, the other pressing both slick-coated fingertips against the swollen, needy bud of her clit, the angle awkward as he rubs it in tight, viciously quick circles— fucking into her as fast and hard as his fingers did just seconds ago. ] Gonna make you come hard, Nami, make you come on my cock just before I give you all that cum you want so much.

[ This isn't the first time they've fucked, but the moment seems charged with so much build-up she finds herself shuddering against him as his cock sinks inside her, filling her, stoking the heat that was getting whipped into a frenzy by his fingers seconds ago. Nami's head tips back, her hands pressing tight against his back, trying to haul him flush against her chest as the blunt tips of her nails dig into his skin, leaving faint marks behind as they drag down his shoulder blades.

Her body arches, hips rolling up to meet his every time he ruts into her, ensuring she makes herself crazy by adding that needy, grinding pressure to the touch he strums across the nearly oversensitive bud of her clit. It would have only taken a moment more for her to come undone under his fingers, but with him buried inside her, as close as she is, she almost wants to fight off her orgasm and draw this out as long as she can. ]

I'm so fucking close. [ It's a strained whisper, a sound that flutters like her walls as they clutch and quiver around his cock, unable to stop staring at him between kisses, barely concealing the stunned, affectionate warmth in her eyes behind heavy-lidded eyelashes. The pleasure jolting through her seems to crackle over every cell in her body, feeding the intense tension building low in her core, making her hands almost clumsy in their haste as they rake through his hair, pushing it back so Nami can cradle his cheeks and pull him in for a hard, hungry kiss.

How right he feels consumes her awareness, the taste of his mouth on her tongue urging her over the edge, crying out as she goes tight and trembles, kissing him frantically as her cunt shudders around him, coating his cock in a rush of wet that streaks onto her thighs as the heat flooding through her reaches searing, almost overwhelming heights.

Nami almost whimpers his name, the nails of one hand raking across his upper back as her body continues to quiver against, and around his. ]

[ It’s almost pure instinct that guides his lips to the pale slope of her neck as her head tilts backwards, lavishing her skin with hot, suckling kisses and greedy nips of his teeth, worshiping her even as he muffles shaky groans— curses mixed with her name— against her throat. After all their teasing, he’s every bit as worked up as she is, body eager to surrender to the urgent clench of her slicked up cunt. ]

Me too. [ It’s a shaky breath, a quiet admission as he gazes deep into her eyes, basking in the affection there, in the warmth, body shuddering as it takes nearly as much pleasure from that as it does the sensation of the wet heat of her enveloping him, squeezing tighter, precum dribbling from his slit as he desperately holds onto the razor thin wire that he calls control. There’s no hiding the fondness in his eyes, either, not that or that sheer wonder at how good she makes him feel, at how perfectly they seem to fit together. ] You’re gonna make me cum so hard.

[ It’s barely out of his mouth when she’s kissing him again, kissing so thoroughly that he groans from the heat of it alone. Sanji doesn’t think it should be possible to become even more lost in this moment— to feel even more overwhelmed with that heady combination of blinding pleasure and greedy desire he’s starting to associate with fucking Nami— but he is, he is, he so is and then she’s coming tight around his cock. Gasping, then whimpering, he isn’t far behind, fingers drawing faster circles against her swollen clit as she comes, hips bucking with wild abandon once, twice, thrice—

Sanji groans her name, voice quivering with the spiraling pleasure that’s overtaking him, mouth returning her kisses with ones just as messy and frantic, as his length throbs and twitches, hips thrusting it deep one last time before the sweet rush of release is on him, pleasure twisting along his veins like molten steel. His hand abandons her thigh, cupping her cheek instead, an intimate motion that juxtaposes the filthy way he keeps groaning her name, as if it’s the only word he knows, cock shamelessly flooding her cunt with streaks of his hot cum. ]

Fuck. [ It’s chuckled out half a moment later, forehead resting against hers, a lazy smile drawn along the curve of his lips, his fingers gently stroking her cheek as he peers into her eyes and gently kisses, still caught up in the languid bliss of a heady orgasm. ] I can definitely get used to this.

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