[ Caught between the grin Luffy presses against her skin and the sensation of Sanji's fingers as they sink inside her, Nami shudders as a current, charged with pleasure, crackling with its own electricity, moves through her, leaving her moaning raggedly and pitching her head forward, hiding her face in Luffy's hair until her eyes are done rolling into the back of her head. She's felt them like this individually, but together they're damn near overpowering in the way they affect her.
Hips pressing back against Sanji's fingers, she looks over at the cook when Luffy does, equally captivated by the picture he paints as the captain seemingly is. It does mean she has to pull her hand away from Luffy, and Nami does so reluctantly, stroking him a second longer than before pulling her hands away to push her panties off her hips and cast them onto the depths of her increasingly messy floor. ]
My hands were busy– [ She manages to shoot back at Luffy, somehow dry as ever despite the breathless flutter in her voice, how enamored she is with the moment - with them, sneaking through.
Settling on her back as the brush of teeth on her stomach makes her shiver, Nami reaches out for Sanji with one hand, taking hold of his hip and pulling him closer, as the other runs up Luffy's spine before disappearing into his hair, pulling at it while she parts her thighs, the ache Sanji's fingers and the memory of Luffy's tongue have left her with flaring insistently. ]
They could be busy now, too. [ Her eyes are fixed on Sanji when she says it, not wanting to detour him from any grand designs he might have for their captain (who could blame him), but aware enough of how much he needs to lean into being selfish - of thinking of himself at all - to tease. ]
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Hips pressing back against Sanji's fingers, she looks over at the cook when Luffy does, equally captivated by the picture he paints as the captain seemingly is. It does mean she has to pull her hand away from Luffy, and Nami does so reluctantly, stroking him a second longer than before pulling her hands away to push her panties off her hips and cast them onto the depths of her increasingly messy floor. ]
My hands were busy– [ She manages to shoot back at Luffy, somehow dry as ever despite the breathless flutter in her voice, how enamored she is with the moment - with them, sneaking through.
Settling on her back as the brush of teeth on her stomach makes her shiver, Nami reaches out for Sanji with one hand, taking hold of his hip and pulling him closer, as the other runs up Luffy's spine before disappearing into his hair, pulling at it while she parts her thighs, the ache Sanji's fingers and the memory of Luffy's tongue have left her with flaring insistently. ]
They could be busy now, too. [ Her eyes are fixed on Sanji when she says it, not wanting to detour him from any grand designs he might have for their captain (who could blame him), but aware enough of how much he needs to lean into being selfish - of thinking of himself at all - to tease. ]