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Nami felt as though her entire body was mush. Warm, boneless and so incredibly relaxed as she all but melted into the mattress. She could almost feel herself smile as she swam through her fuzzy mind contently, so comfy in a world filled with cotton candy pink and snow white fog.
And foggy it was, both body and mind floating somewhere between wakefulness and dazed sleepiness. She kept getting the strangest feeling that her mind was attempting to keep up with her body, and stirred where she laid. She discarded that eerie feeling and focused on the bliss as it enveloped her so wholly.
With every second that passed, the warmth she felt became progressively more intense, little jolts of electricity buzzing under her skin and making her twitch. It was all so pleasant, albeit unusual, and she let herself get carried away by the lovely sensations.
"Haah," she felt herself say as her body thrummed beneath her skin.
It felt like both an eternity and a single moment before she gasped, taking in a deep breath and clutching the sheets beneath her hands.
Everything hit her, all at once.
Every lick of a tongue. The tickle and scrape of facial hair. The light rake of teeth over her sensitive flesh. The strain of her legs as they spread under strong hands.
Disoriented, she whimpered, legs instinctively attempting to close, only to be met with fingers digging into her plump thighs. She sighed, as the pressure added to the pleasure. She felt so vulnerable, confused, and yet so completely consumed by the intensity of it all.
Nami reached out between her legs, her eyes opening up carefully against the glare of the sunlight. Her fingers found fluffy blonde hair, and her tired eyes caught his.
"Sanji-kun," she whispered.
Sanji didn't stop, licking one long strip from her entrance to her clit, eyes hooded and dripping with lust. Nami shivered as he pressed the tip of his tongue hard on her clit and a strangled moan ripped from her throat. He kept drawing tight, infuriating circles and all she could do was tremble violently, hips bucking into his mouth in desperation as she panted. Her hands gripped the sheets hard until her knuckles turned white, his name all over her tongue as she felt her body winding up in pleasure.
And then, just like that, his mouth was no longer on her.
She peaked down, a sudden air of confidence in her chest making her want to demand more, more, more. He couldn't stop now, not when it was getting so intense. Nami could already feel a lighthearted complaint rise up to her lips when she locked eyes with him and froze.
Sanji was looking up at her with a smug look on his face, seductive and lustful, before licking his lips hungrily.
Her mouth went dry.
"Good morning, Nami-san." Then kissed her inner thigh, something wet and filthy and unabashed. "Did you sleep well?"
She barely got time to respond before he was on her once more, lapping and sucking her sensitive skin. She ran a hand through his hair as her back arched into the bed, the overwhelming warm feeling coming back in full force.
This was Nami's favourite Sanji. The filthy, confident bastard that lurked beneath the endearing, eager to please, gentle man she loved. It made her knees buckle and turn to jelly every time, made her feel so wanted and desired it was impossible to reply.
"Aaah, damn you," she mewled, voice pitching as he touched every right spot, relentlessly so.
She felt the vibrations as he hummed eagerly into her skin, a response that all but told her that yes, he was a bastard today, and she was going to put up with it because she loved it.
A finger traced her entrance as he lapped her clit and she whined with anticipation as he pushed a finger in. It barely scratched the itch, but it satisfied the incessant throbbing that was building up in her core. She felt him hook his finger and drag the digit inside her walls, so deep and so sweet as he kept the ruthless pace on the outside.
She bucked her hips again, body moving on its own accord and she felt herself racked by pleasure. Sanji didn't seem to like that very much, and held her down by the thigh with more intensity than before. His fingers dug into her milky skin hard, and she gasped in surprise.
It was almost too much. Her clit, her core and now her thigh -- whichever part of her body Sanji touched, it turned into fire. And with the sudden insertion of a second finger her eyes rolled back, body twisting as she felt her entrance so spread and full and tight.
She couldn't say she was exactly proud of the sounds that came out of her mouth at that moment, but Sanji's fingers held her leg tighter as he moaned on her hot, wet skin once more. Electricity ran up and down her spine, a thin sheen of sweat over her skin as she shook and trembled into the bed.
And it's with a particular drag of Sanji's fingers with a precise flick of his tongue that the dam broke.
She grabbed Sanji's hair and pulled him in closer as she moaned desperately, back arching and toes curling at the intensity of it all. It rippled through her in waves, rocking into her in sync with his ministrations as he kept at it, not letting her go as fire burned in his eyes. And as her climax dwindled down, almost as she entered overstimulation, he started slowing down, movements turning gentle and soothing as she twitched one last time.
She felt as though she was once again in that sleepy state, swimming in cotton as her body resembled mush. Her legs tingled pleasantly, her head spun, and she couldn't help the woozy smile on her face as she stared at the ceiling, completely dazed.
Meanwhile, Sanji kissed her skin, all around her pelvis, thighs, stomach, and removed his fingers from her. She felt him moving her legs, placing her discarded panty back on, before coming up to brush the hair away from her face. He looked just as fucked out as her, face red and sweaty, mouth and beard drenched, hair messy and matted against his cheeks. She used the bedsheet to wipe his mouth with an amused look on her face before brushing Sanji's hair the same as he did with her.
He leaned in to kiss her, and she welcomed him with arms that wrapped around his neck possessively. Her tongue peaked out soon after, licking the lingering taste of herself from his mouth. Nami felt his hand slide to her hip and his firm touch sent her deeper into her pleasure-filled daze.
When he parted, she pouted, only for him to smirk and pinch her cheek playfully.
"For breakfast I made you hibiscus and peppermint iced tea, with a ham and chicken omelette and a freshly picked tangerine," he spoke as he gestured to the tray of food on their bedside table. His voice was smooth like velvet to her ears, though a subtle ragged edge was laced through it, making it rumble deep in his chest.
Nami hummed, her mind far from food as she led her hand between Sanji's legs. She dragged her fingers over his hard erection, from base to the tip, her eyes hooded as she smiled knowingly at him. He shivered, no doubt throbbing and desperate for release.
"And what about you?" She asked sweetly, but the mischief in her eyes spoke louder.
"What's on your mind?" She felt the hand on her hip tighten its grip.
"Finish what you started. Whichever way you prefer." And as if to pontificate, she raised her arms above her head and made herself comfortable on their bed, satisfied but ready for whatever Sanji chose.
His face seemed to grow redder at the sight, and he almost growled as he hastily attempted to remove his shirt without tearing the buttons from it.
Nami chuckled as she watched her loving boyfriend enthusiastically undress himself for what was probably the hundredth time in the course of their relationship, but in her eyes it never lost its charm. Not when his pretty blue eyes glittered with jovial enthusiasm, like the waves that rippled around them every day.