[ he feels her chastisement and an overwhelming penitence takes over him, sheepishly slipping his fingers out of himself, although he's not sure where to put them in the meantime. he wipes them on the sheets and closes his legs, though that comes with its own surprise; when he clenches them shut, he's struck with a new spark of pleasure, and he has to bite back a mewl and stop himself from writhing on the bed. is this what it's like to be a woman? it's marvelous and mindblowing. glories abound for the fairer sex. he doesn't know how nami ever gets anything done. ]
You. [ his dreams are literally always about nami, unless they're about zoro, and then they go unsaid, or they're nightmares about his brothers and they also go unsaid. ] You were wearing an orange dress, and we were at the beach, and you got in the water and then the fabric became see-through.
[ it sounds extremely juvenile when he relays it aloud, but in his dreamscape it'd been a very advanced level and romantic picture. he, of course, had nearly drowned trying to give nami cunnilingus underwater, but, thanks to the magic of his imagination, survived.
then, a horrible thought β ]
Nami β [ his mismatched eyes stare up at the ceiling, deflating a little from his pleasurable high. ] Do you β are you β we have to get rid of it if you don't like it.
( it's not exactly the image sanji paints that turns her on, considering it's just her as some beach boobed bimbo, but rather the knowledge of how intensely capable her body is at getting him hot. if this scenario actually happened, she can picture the dilation of his eyes, that glassy, intense look of his when he sees something he wants βΒ of course, nami would be doing it on purpose. it probably wouldn't take any time to get him inside her, which seems pretty good right about now.
only β well. it's not an option, and the thought hits at the same time it hits sanji, shared down their connection. she wishes she had a little time to unknot every wayward strand of her feelings so she could say the right thing, except she doesn't have time and hesitance will break sanji's heart, so she opts to say the quick thing, instead. )
I like pussy, too. ( not that sanji's ever called it that, before. he's way too ... pc. ) Probably as much as you do.
( it sticks out to her that while she was trying to convince sanji that being attracted to men alongside women is fine, she never bothered to apply the same logic onto herself. she takes a deep breath, clenching her thighs together, back pressed against a collection of atlases, sighing. )
I mean, I like your dick, obviously. I like it a lot. We probably should find a way to get it back after your ( don't say pregnancy don't say pregnancy don't say pregnancy ) after your whole thing is done, so it doesn't effect you permanently. Unless you want it to? But honestly βΒ ( she sighs again. blunt is always better, even if she feels her cheeks get red hot from, well, a little of everything. ) Honestly Sanji, your mouth does most of the heavy lifting when we're together, so it doesn't affect me that much. I haven't even met your new parts yet. I have to get acquainted.
Oh. [ oh. well, of course nami would like women. anyone with taste would favor women loudly and enthusiastically, which is why zoro is so goddamn annoying. he really should have known, since nami can only grow more perfect by the day. ] We have so much in common, Nami, I really feel like I was born to be with you.
[ he would add a little heart if he was writing this down, but this method of communication is even more intimate, and he tries to send a giant heart in an intellectual and loving manner through their shared connection. but she does bring up something to think about, which is the matter of getting his cock back. he sort of needs it, because he's a man, and doesn't nami need β
oh. ]
We can work on that after. [ his mouth does do a lot of the heavy lifting, because there's nothing sweeter than the taste of her cunt on his tongue. he can think about his cock later. ] Only if you want to get acquainted β I mean, I wouldn't be offended if this changed things.
[ he would only be devastated, and would never recover. ]
This isn't traditional is all I'm saying. [ he's blabbering now, red-faced even while he's alone. ] I do think because you've had one of these your whole life, you should at least check on mine, for β health, and β and safety. I could ask Zoro, but β does he know his way around one?
[ a heavy silence, and then β ] Actually, does he? I've never asked.
( affection plumes inside nami like the first thick bubble of honey over a hot stove. it's obviously sanji β his feelings have fingerprints specific to him, which she's gotten better but not great at differentiating from her own, all buttery pastry scented and twinged with a particular note of desperation that is sanji-specific. it makes her smile, snuggling deeper in with the books, hands clenched together in front of her chest as if to hold the warmth of sanji's feelings in tight to her body. she's been suffering out in the cold before, numb and deadened, but she's pretty sure this could revive her. she hoards it away, stuffed in her pockets, like an orphan unsure of her next meal βΒ like a frostbitten pirate lacking confidence she won't be stuck out in the cold again. )
Come on. ( she huffs a laugh. ) Of course you were.
( at least in some capacity β enough distance from the straw hat pirates makes it all seem inevitable. she can't imagine now, not having a confrontation with arlong, and she can't imagine sanji not being there.
anyway, it's pretty clear she's going to have to make it home eventually, and she might as well get started on it, standing up and sorting out her skirt and generally trying to act like she isn't wet between the thighs as she gathers up her stuff and makes her way out. the blast of cold air outside is nice on her hot cheeks β but honestly, sanji is a feeding inferno, and it would take a lot more to tame her down. )
Um. ( it's maybe the first time sanji has asked her something so direct about zoro and his ... well, their relationship, as in nami and zoro, and not sanji. ) Uh. ( nami can recognize herself getting backed up in a corner, meaning it's probably time for a subject change. but β well. ) Ummm. ( who knows how it would hurt sanji? and since when has nami put someone's feelings ahead of her own? he's asking because he has a cunt now, and he's asking either because he wants zoro to touch it, or because he wants to get mad at him for something out of his control. frankly, it's making nami's head hurt. she'll just be out with it, and let the cards fall where they may. ) Well. No, it doesn't change anything for me. I'm not that shallow.
( which is to say: she likes sanji and not just because of his dick, but she doesn't say it, so it doesn't actually mean anything. ) And, yeah. Zoro's good at it. He's.
( her cunt clenches on the nothing inside her, as if the only way she can think to describe zoro is big. big, thick, hot. she shivers, annoyed in part that she knows sanji can feel it, wondering if that'll hurt him too. )
He's rougher, I guess. Or I'm rougher with him. I'll check you out, but if Zoro's there and you want him to look before I get back, he'll take care of you. He likes βΒ ( lip bitten, she pauses, wishing she could just pull her pants down and freak it, here and now. stupid sanji. ) uh. You know. ( whispering, ) Getting me off. Like you do you, but different. I taught him what I like, but you might like something different. ( a brief, weird pause. ) If you were thinking about it, I mean. He's pretty good with instruction. Yep. Pretty good.
( when is the right time to say she tied him to the headboard and sat on his face ... there has to be an opportune moment, right? )
[ so zoro's good. that's β surprising, to say the least, because the last thing he expected of that idiot was for him to know his way around a fine work of art like a lady's pussy, but if he didn't, that would also be a problem, because he can't abide nami having bad sex right under his nose. there are layers to this, but the most important thing is that nami should be serviced and satisfied at all times, which it seems β she is. good.
nami told him to leave himself alone, but then zoro's big thick hot cock enters his mind, and suddenly he's desperate again, sneaking a hand down to press his palm over the length of his cunt as if he can somehow calm it down by force of will alone. he's rougher. does nami like that? sanji is never rough with her, though that doesn't mean he doesn't push her until she's squirming and moaning against his mouth, his cheeks slick with her and his shirt soaked with her spray, but he doesn't fuck her rough because it just doesn't feel right for either of them. he's never wanted to, besides, and she's never asked for that, and everything else they do is so thoroughly magical that he's never felt a lack of anything with her.
but he very suddenly feels a lack of something in his pussy, and he suspects, with a sinking feeling in his stomach, that it's big and thick and hot and attached to someone he despises. ]
No. I want you to look. [ no fucking way he's letting zoro near his cunt before nami. she has a right to his body before anyone. ] I can wait.
[ but the waiting β it's torturous. his fingers have already snuck back into his slick folds, teasing at his shivery little rosebud, and he doesn't know if he wants it to be nami or zoro so he pretends that it's both until he's wringing another orgasm out of himself, gasping for breath. ]
I'm sorry. I'm trying to wait. [ he's not that sorry, because it feels too good, but if nami is disappointed β ] How does Zoro get you off, Nami? Tell me. I just β just want to make sure he's doing it right.
( thus, the molotov cocktail sound of someone beyond the boundaries of normal anger, while simultaneously having an orgasm in a very public space surrounded by people. sanji's name comes out like a curse and like a prayer, condemnation and praise with the same huffy, screaming, coital/pinnacle-of-a-fight shout. which is great. and now her panties are soaked enough to have her dripping down on her thighs and they officially have to move out of the village because nami can never show her face here again. )
I'm disconnecting! ( ducking her head, she walks with more purposeful strides to the house. fists clenched, shouting at presumably nothing. ) You better be naked in bed when I get back, 'cause I'm about to ride the life out of you, and then kill you. With a pillow. Goodbye!
( except, he doesn't have a dick anymore so she isn't really sure how that works. she'll figure out a way β apparently, defiantly rearranging biology is not an impossibility here, and her horny, angry mind is in exactly the kind of enterprising mood to figure something out.
it doesn't take long for her to get home after that, given that she's storming around and getting out of public is more necessary now than it was a minute ago. the front door slams shut with a foreboding sound and she's already well on her way to stripping down before she's even in the bedroom, clothes in a messy trail leading up to the bed, where she discards her ruined panties in a wet heap on the floor, before picking them up and throwing them, very indignantly, into sanji's face. the freak probably likes it. )
I just had an orgasm in front of a bunch of grannies at the market, so I hope you're happy. We have to move. ( a righteous bully, nami rips the covers away from him and moves to perch on his thigh, grinding her cunt along the length of him, like sanji specifically exists as a means to get her off. she moans, loud and overly sensitive, grabbing one of sanji's hands and jerkily shoving it in the direction of her cunt, halving over him to press her open mouth against his, ass lifted. ) We'll βΒ we'll talk in a minute. Put your fingers in me and make me cum, first.
( easy enough instructions, she thinks. belatedly, she feels the swollen wet of sanji's own cunt pressed up against her knee. ideally she would've been in the right mindset to treat him softly and sweetly, and coo a lot of praise about how nice his pussy is, how good it feels, how pretty it looks. as it is β she's pissed at him, and hornier still at the sight of his perfect, pink slit spread wetly on her knee below the bunny soft fur at the dip of his belly. shivering, nami makes like a man and forgets all about foreplay, shoving a finger inside his sopping hole, thumb rubbing angrily against his ripe clit. she hasn't been with someone with a pussy in a long time, but it feels familiar enough that she falls into the motions, pouring moaning breaths into sanji's mouth at the wet, hot cinch of his body. )
Fuck, Sanji.
( buried down to the knuckle in sanji, she finally feels her anger lessen, loosen, and disappear altogether. maybe pussies really are medicinal, she thinks. )
[ the freak does like it, though he wants to die a little at how sharply she scolds him, sitting up on his elbows with her wet panties clenched in one fist, his brows furrowed in sudden contrition. it doesn't last long, however, because his back hits the bed again when nami's mouth drives him down, her wet cunt grinding against his thigh with the same desperation that he'd rutted against zoro's in heedless, mindless pleasure. he doesn't waste a second in sliding his fingers inside of her and rubbing quick circles against her swollen clit with his thumb, his hand moving like a well-oiled machine that was created specifically to get nami off. ]
Those grannies are probably gonna go home and β
[ his thought goes unfinished when she shoves unceremoniously inside of him, his cunt already pink and throbbing from his own experimentation, and he clenches down on nami's finger and knows immediately that he needs more. ]
Nami. [ he should earn it, so he doubles his efforts, flicking his thumb quicker than he chops vegetables, giving up her mouth so he can duck down to suck one of her tightly furled nipples against the tip of his tongue. ] I'm sorry for making you mad, so very sorry, and if you would please find it in your heart to accept my deepest apologies in the form of many kisses and orgasms β please, Nami, my love, my heart β
[ he doesn't stop until he feels her muscles clench and her thighs shiver, until she squirts against the thrust of his fingers and she's pink-cheeked and panting from his relentless strokes. he kisses along her breastbone, her clavicle, up the fluttering pulse of her throat to find her lips again, his hips pushing insistently against the hand still between his legs.
it all feels less alarming now, with nami here. it feels thrilling now that she's touching his cunt, and he wants her to touch it more, to slide more than just the one finger in. two, three, four. everything. isn't he supposed to push out a β shit, no, that thought doesn't belong in this sacred space, no no no, nothing about shitty aching backs and the constant unsexy need to piss. ]
Does it feel good? [ he kisses the corner of nami's mouth, his blue eyes fluttering open as his breath cascades gently against her warm skin. he tucks her panties discreetly underneath his pillow. ] My β my cunt, I mean. Is it right?
[ because of course her orgasm should feel good. he would never disrespect nami with anything less than his best work. ]
( cumming is easy, with sanji. he makes it easy, like he spends all of his time thinking and looking and figuring out exactly how he intends to work for nami's next orgasm. it would be satisfying to keep it from him, to punish him with her delayed pleasure, but it's not on the itinerary today, or really any other day if he keeps going at her pussy like he's starving. the empathetic orgasm she had earlier from him is dull and unremarkable by comparison β electricity rockets up her spine as he pulls it out of her, her orgasm wet and messy and soaking his leg while she shakes through the waves of it, seizing and shuddering against him.
she loses track of her body's movements, fingers more stroking his cunt than actively fucking, her mouth open and whining against his. ) Yes, fuck, I needed that, thank you, thank you ...
( nami babbles against him, mindlessly kissing at his mouth, his chin, breaths coming in hot pants as she simmers in the afterglow. it's only once sanji's body gets restlessly needy under hers that she remembers what the whole point of this was, forcing herself to sit up with a lazy, happy grin, blinking at him before looking down at his cunt. )
Feels really good. ( she pets at him with more intention, fingers sliding up through his wet slit, between labia, performing a basic examination. she rolls his clit around in circles, fascinated. ) Looks perfect. Just like mine.
( key difference being the soft bunny hair on the low part of his belly, but nami imagines he'd like the comparison well enough, since he seems to like hers. still straddling one of his thighs, nami slides herself forward, carefully lifting sanji's opposite leg up, draped over her arm. lucky that sanji is bendy, that his legs are strong β she wraps her arm around his thigh and spreads him open enough to rub her cunt against his, everything feeling hot and sticky and slick, like a cinnamon bun fresh out of the oven. )
Do you βΒ you still wanna know how Zoro does it? ( she's pretty sure he does, pretty sure he wouldn't admit to it. grinning, nami grinds herself against him, slapping a hand down on his chest to pinch his nipple. ) Zoro, yeah, he lets me do whatever I want to him. He lets me tie him to the headboard, or blindfold him, or bite him, whatever. ( it's never been an option with sanji, who she imagines would probably have a nervous breakdown if not permitted to touch her. but, well. she's got an orgasm down in the books, and sanji's like a slip and slide under her. if ever there was a time, wouldn't it be now? ) Wanna try it like that? Just be a good boy and lay back and let me play with your pussy, and all the rest of it. Okie doke!
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
You. [ his dreams are literally always about nami, unless they're about zoro, and then they go unsaid, or they're nightmares about his brothers and they also go unsaid. ] You were wearing an orange dress, and we were at the beach, and you got in the water and then the fabric became see-through.
[ it sounds extremely juvenile when he relays it aloud, but in his dreamscape it'd been a very advanced level and romantic picture. he, of course, had nearly drowned trying to give nami cunnilingus underwater, but, thanks to the magic of his imagination, survived.
then, a horrible thought β ]
Nami β [ his mismatched eyes stare up at the ceiling, deflating a little from his pleasurable high. ] Do you β are you β we have to get rid of it if you don't like it.
no subject
only β well. it's not an option, and the thought hits at the same time it hits sanji, shared down their connection. she wishes she had a little time to unknot every wayward strand of her feelings so she could say the right thing, except she doesn't have time and hesitance will break sanji's heart, so she opts to say the quick thing, instead. )
I like pussy, too. ( not that sanji's ever called it that, before. he's way too ... pc. ) Probably as much as you do.
( it sticks out to her that while she was trying to convince sanji that being attracted to men alongside women is fine, she never bothered to apply the same logic onto herself. she takes a deep breath, clenching her thighs together, back pressed against a collection of atlases, sighing. )
I mean, I like your dick, obviously. I like it a lot. We probably should find a way to get it back after your ( don't say pregnancy don't say pregnancy don't say pregnancy ) after your whole thing is done, so it doesn't effect you permanently. Unless you want it to? But honestly βΒ ( she sighs again. blunt is always better, even if she feels her cheeks get red hot from, well, a little of everything. ) Honestly Sanji, your mouth does most of the heavy lifting when we're together, so it doesn't affect me that much. I haven't even met your new parts yet. I have to get acquainted.
no subject
[ he would add a little heart if he was writing this down, but this method of communication is even more intimate, and he tries to send a giant heart in an intellectual and loving manner through their shared connection. but she does bring up something to think about, which is the matter of getting his cock back. he sort of needs it, because he's a man, and doesn't nami need β
oh. ]
We can work on that after. [ his mouth does do a lot of the heavy lifting, because there's nothing sweeter than the taste of her cunt on his tongue. he can think about his cock later. ] Only if you want to get acquainted β I mean, I wouldn't be offended if this changed things.
[ he would only be devastated, and would never recover. ]
This isn't traditional is all I'm saying. [ he's blabbering now, red-faced even while he's alone. ] I do think because you've had one of these your whole life, you should at least check on mine, for β health, and β and safety. I could ask Zoro, but β does he know his way around one?
[ a heavy silence, and then β ] Actually, does he? I've never asked.
no subject
Come on. ( she huffs a laugh. ) Of course you were.
( at least in some capacity β enough distance from the straw hat pirates makes it all seem inevitable. she can't imagine now, not having a confrontation with arlong, and she can't imagine sanji not being there.
anyway, it's pretty clear she's going to have to make it home eventually, and she might as well get started on it, standing up and sorting out her skirt and generally trying to act like she isn't wet between the thighs as she gathers up her stuff and makes her way out. the blast of cold air outside is nice on her hot cheeks β but honestly, sanji is a feeding inferno, and it would take a lot more to tame her down. )
Um. ( it's maybe the first time sanji has asked her something so direct about zoro and his ... well, their relationship, as in nami and zoro, and not sanji. ) Uh. ( nami can recognize herself getting backed up in a corner, meaning it's probably time for a subject change. but β well. ) Ummm. ( who knows how it would hurt sanji? and since when has nami put someone's feelings ahead of her own? he's asking because he has a cunt now, and he's asking either because he wants zoro to touch it, or because he wants to get mad at him for something out of his control. frankly, it's making nami's head hurt. she'll just be out with it, and let the cards fall where they may. ) Well. No, it doesn't change anything for me. I'm not that shallow.
( which is to say: she likes sanji and not just because of his dick, but she doesn't say it, so it doesn't actually mean anything. ) And, yeah. Zoro's good at it. He's.
( her cunt clenches on the nothing inside her, as if the only way she can think to describe zoro is big. big, thick, hot. she shivers, annoyed in part that she knows sanji can feel it, wondering if that'll hurt him too. )
He's rougher, I guess. Or I'm rougher with him. I'll check you out, but if Zoro's there and you want him to look before I get back, he'll take care of you. He likes βΒ ( lip bitten, she pauses, wishing she could just pull her pants down and freak it, here and now. stupid sanji. ) uh. You know. ( whispering, ) Getting me off. Like you do you, but different. I taught him what I like, but you might like something different. ( a brief, weird pause. ) If you were thinking about it, I mean. He's pretty good with instruction. Yep. Pretty good.
( when is the right time to say she tied him to the headboard and sat on his face ... there has to be an opportune moment, right? )
no subject
nami told him to leave himself alone, but then zoro's big thick hot cock enters his mind, and suddenly he's desperate again, sneaking a hand down to press his palm over the length of his cunt as if he can somehow calm it down by force of will alone. he's rougher. does nami like that? sanji is never rough with her, though that doesn't mean he doesn't push her until she's squirming and moaning against his mouth, his cheeks slick with her and his shirt soaked with her spray, but he doesn't fuck her rough because it just doesn't feel right for either of them. he's never wanted to, besides, and she's never asked for that, and everything else they do is so thoroughly magical that he's never felt a lack of anything with her.
but he very suddenly feels a lack of something in his pussy, and he suspects, with a sinking feeling in his stomach, that it's big and thick and hot and attached to someone he despises. ]
No. I want you to look. [ no fucking way he's letting zoro near his cunt before nami. she has a right to his body before anyone. ] I can wait.
[ but the waiting β it's torturous. his fingers have already snuck back into his slick folds, teasing at his shivery little rosebud, and he doesn't know if he wants it to be nami or zoro so he pretends that it's both until he's wringing another orgasm out of himself, gasping for breath. ]
I'm sorry. I'm trying to wait. [ he's not that sorry, because it feels too good, but if nami is disappointed β ] How does Zoro get you off, Nami? Tell me. I just β just want to make sure he's doing it right.
β action
( thus, the molotov cocktail sound of someone beyond the boundaries of normal anger, while simultaneously having an orgasm in a very public space surrounded by people. sanji's name comes out like a curse and like a prayer, condemnation and praise with the same huffy, screaming, coital/pinnacle-of-a-fight shout. which is great. and now her panties are soaked enough to have her dripping down on her thighs and they officially have to move out of the village because nami can never show her face here again. )
I'm disconnecting! ( ducking her head, she walks with more purposeful strides to the house. fists clenched, shouting at presumably nothing. ) You better be naked in bed when I get back, 'cause I'm about to ride the life out of you, and then kill you. With a pillow. Goodbye!
( except, he doesn't have a dick anymore so she isn't really sure how that works. she'll figure out a way β apparently, defiantly rearranging biology is not an impossibility here, and her horny, angry mind is in exactly the kind of enterprising mood to figure something out.
it doesn't take long for her to get home after that, given that she's storming around and getting out of public is more necessary now than it was a minute ago. the front door slams shut with a foreboding sound and she's already well on her way to stripping down before she's even in the bedroom, clothes in a messy trail leading up to the bed, where she discards her ruined panties in a wet heap on the floor, before picking them up and throwing them, very indignantly, into sanji's face. the freak probably likes it. )
I just had an orgasm in front of a bunch of grannies at the market, so I hope you're happy. We have to move. ( a righteous bully, nami rips the covers away from him and moves to perch on his thigh, grinding her cunt along the length of him, like sanji specifically exists as a means to get her off. she moans, loud and overly sensitive, grabbing one of sanji's hands and jerkily shoving it in the direction of her cunt, halving over him to press her open mouth against his, ass lifted. ) We'll βΒ we'll talk in a minute. Put your fingers in me and make me cum, first.
( easy enough instructions, she thinks. belatedly, she feels the swollen wet of sanji's own cunt pressed up against her knee. ideally she would've been in the right mindset to treat him softly and sweetly, and coo a lot of praise about how nice his pussy is, how good it feels, how pretty it looks. as it is β she's pissed at him, and hornier still at the sight of his perfect, pink slit spread wetly on her knee below the bunny soft fur at the dip of his belly. shivering, nami makes like a man and forgets all about foreplay, shoving a finger inside his sopping hole, thumb rubbing angrily against his ripe clit. she hasn't been with someone with a pussy in a long time, but it feels familiar enough that she falls into the motions, pouring moaning breaths into sanji's mouth at the wet, hot cinch of his body. )
Fuck, Sanji.
( buried down to the knuckle in sanji, she finally feels her anger lessen, loosen, and disappear altogether. maybe pussies really are medicinal, she thinks. )
no subject
Those grannies are probably gonna go home and β
[ his thought goes unfinished when she shoves unceremoniously inside of him, his cunt already pink and throbbing from his own experimentation, and he clenches down on nami's finger and knows immediately that he needs more. ]
Nami. [ he should earn it, so he doubles his efforts, flicking his thumb quicker than he chops vegetables, giving up her mouth so he can duck down to suck one of her tightly furled nipples against the tip of his tongue. ] I'm sorry for making you mad, so very sorry, and if you would please find it in your heart to accept my deepest apologies in the form of many kisses and orgasms β please, Nami, my love, my heart β
[ he doesn't stop until he feels her muscles clench and her thighs shiver, until she squirts against the thrust of his fingers and she's pink-cheeked and panting from his relentless strokes. he kisses along her breastbone, her clavicle, up the fluttering pulse of her throat to find her lips again, his hips pushing insistently against the hand still between his legs.
it all feels less alarming now, with nami here. it feels thrilling now that she's touching his cunt, and he wants her to touch it more, to slide more than just the one finger in. two, three, four. everything. isn't he supposed to push out a β shit, no, that thought doesn't belong in this sacred space, no no no, nothing about shitty aching backs and the constant unsexy need to piss. ]
Does it feel good? [ he kisses the corner of nami's mouth, his blue eyes fluttering open as his breath cascades gently against her warm skin. he tucks her panties discreetly underneath his pillow. ] My β my cunt, I mean. Is it right?
[ because of course her orgasm should feel good. he would never disrespect nami with anything less than his best work. ]
no subject
she loses track of her body's movements, fingers more stroking his cunt than actively fucking, her mouth open and whining against his. ) Yes, fuck, I needed that, thank you, thank you ...
( nami babbles against him, mindlessly kissing at his mouth, his chin, breaths coming in hot pants as she simmers in the afterglow. it's only once sanji's body gets restlessly needy under hers that she remembers what the whole point of this was, forcing herself to sit up with a lazy, happy grin, blinking at him before looking down at his cunt. )
Feels really good. ( she pets at him with more intention, fingers sliding up through his wet slit, between labia, performing a basic examination. she rolls his clit around in circles, fascinated. ) Looks perfect. Just like mine.
( key difference being the soft bunny hair on the low part of his belly, but nami imagines he'd like the comparison well enough, since he seems to like hers. still straddling one of his thighs, nami slides herself forward, carefully lifting sanji's opposite leg up, draped over her arm. lucky that sanji is bendy, that his legs are strong β she wraps her arm around his thigh and spreads him open enough to rub her cunt against his, everything feeling hot and sticky and slick, like a cinnamon bun fresh out of the oven. )
Do you βΒ you still wanna know how Zoro does it? ( she's pretty sure he does, pretty sure he wouldn't admit to it. grinning, nami grinds herself against him, slapping a hand down on his chest to pinch his nipple. ) Zoro, yeah, he lets me do whatever I want to him. He lets me tie him to the headboard, or blindfold him, or bite him, whatever. ( it's never been an option with sanji, who she imagines would probably have a nervous breakdown if not permitted to touch her. but, well. she's got an orgasm down in the books, and sanji's like a slip and slide under her. if ever there was a time, wouldn't it be now? ) Wanna try it like that? Just be a good boy and lay back and let me play with your pussy, and all the rest of it. Okie doke!