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Time has passed differently for all of them, but for Nami, this is her second birthday since her life truly became hers again, and the occasion feels just as precious as it did last year. This time, things are different; the loneliness she’d felt the first time is a thing long in the past, and while she was and still is thankful for the fact that this new life lived on her terms came with friends, waking up between Zoro and Sanji brings a different kind of happiness and contentment Nami is sure she’d never find anywhere else with anybody else. They wake like this often enough that she can doze through the way Sanji shifts, the tickling run of his fingertips traveling down the line of her body reading as a passing, distant softness to her sleeping mind. Even when those fingers find the still flushed and slick folds of her cunt, tracing over them before parting them to catch sight of the mess of wet and cum, Nami’s breath hitches, but she doesn’t quite begin to wake.

Lips brush her skin, and were she awake, even with her eyes closed, she would be able to tell who it is that’s touching her. Sanji and Zoro are familiar to her in a way that runs deeper and feels more complete than any connection that came before them—which would explain the wooden box tucked under the bed and the two elegantly appointed wedding bands waiting inside, one for each of them—but that’s a story for another moment in time. This moment is reserved for the pleasure that paints her sleeping world in rosy watercolor hues.

A low, breathy murmur tumbles past parted lips as lips pepper her skin in kisses before the hot wet of Zoro’s mouth encases her nipple, making her shiver and shift, her head turning to nuzzle against Sanji’s neck, breathing in the scent of him and stifling the sharp, pleasured moan the first brush of Zoro’s tongue against the still swollen, well-teased bud of her clit pulls from her. Her already parted legs rearrange themselves slightly, adjusting how she lies enough to relish the familiar brush of Zoro’s cheek against her inner thigh. Her lips part to stamp heated, open kisses down Sanji’s neck as the fingers of one hand curl into Zoro’s hair, the glide of his tongue filling her cunt making her moan against the cook’s skin before her teeth rake a mark high on his throat.

“My loves,” she mumbles, warm and dazed, eyes only half-open as she gazes downward to watch Zoro through her eyelashes, hips giving a slow rock to move against the frissons of pleasure Zoro’s mouth sends zinging through her. Her free hand finds Sanji’s hip and follows the line of it down to the base of his cock, where her hand fists around the base of him, as the other rakes lightly down Zoro’s scalp before her nails drag over the nape of his neck. 

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Familiarity runs strong between the three of them– so strong that Sanji nearly flushes at Zoro's unspoken compliment, eye blinking shut in a playful wink as his partner in crime starts to move. For a moment, he settles to watch the long, languid descent Zoro's lips travel down the soft, inviting curves of Nami's body, breath hitching in the moment he sucks sweetly at her breast. But then Nami's nuzzling sweetly against his neck and it pulls his attention away from the worship currently happening, his middle finger curling and gently stroking over her entrance while his head turns and showers soft, fond kisses into the silky strands of her hair. It's only when he feels Zoro's breath against his knuckles that his hand retreats back to simply spreading her cunt wide with two fingers, his other hand tangling it's fingers in Nami's hair as he softly hisses with delight at the bite of her teeth.

“Mmmm, good morning to you too, gorgeous,” he murmurs, voice rough with sleepiness, a warm chuckle rumbling deep in his chest as she rocks her hips and watches Zoro's purposeful ravishing of her. Despite it being early, his cock gives an eager little throb when she grabs it, achingly hard for her like it always is, and his hips rock slowly, unashamed to make his desire for her all the more obvious. Clever fingers catch Nami's chin and tilt it upwards, guiding her gaze to meet his, all full of fondness and adoration and love, as Sanji grins at her and leans in, mouth pressing heatedly against her lips as his tongue slowly licks into her mouth.

“I mean– Happy Birthday, Nami, love,” he corrects a heartbeat later, a little breathless as his fingers retreat from holding her cunt open and find the steady throb of her slick-soaked clit, drawing lazy circles against it while Zoro's tongue continues it's wicked work. Sanji's hand smooths back her hair as he kisses her again, even harder, humming softly at the sweet taste of her mouth on his tongue. “We, uh, decided you deserved to start the day the most pleasant way we could manage.”

Shifting his body slightly, his teeth nip and tug her bottom lip before it's his turn to nuzzle gently against her the curve of her neck, mouth dotting warm kisses all along her skin, teeth and mouth gently sucking and biting between them. It's not long before he's stamped a few across the hard line of collarbone and down her chest, back curling as his fingers trace the inviting curve of a breast, trace, then cup it, massaging with that early morning gentleness as his mouth sleepily trails more kisses down the top, mouth and sucking the peak greedily with a low groan. “Can't have you not starting your special day out right, yeah?”