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[ 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. ]

[mouton]

[ luffy might definitely be their captain, meant for them to follow in any scenario, no matter how bizarre and ridiculous, but sanji certainly doesn't mind taking the lead in vocalizing ideas in a bedroom, if he's allowed to. as much as it is his job to keep everyone plenty fed in a kitchen, he uses that same outlook here now, wanting them all to be sufficiently satiated tonight by the time they're too well spent to keep going.

momentarily distracted in watching nami take off that last remaining piece of fabric that finally leaves them all naked from head to toe, along with luffy following the suggestion to work his way downward to prepare himself for using his mouth, it takes him a moment to catch the meaning of nami's words, turning to look at her to read the telling look at her eyes, a silent signal that raises the heat in his skin, cock twitching with the eagerness to follow through.

but even nami's lessons for him in selfishness can't always quite overcome his own stubbornness to serve, and with a smile, he leans down to her, catching her mouth in a sweet kiss. ] Soon, darling. [ he whispers softly against her lips before he leans back, kneeling himself at her side, like he's overlooking her stretched body and luffy down below.

what he does instead is take one of her parted legs, lifting it up high to rest at his chest, similar to the position she'd placed him when they first fell in bed together, when she'd fucked him into the mattress, only this time, they have shared company.

reaching his hand downward, he slides his fingers back into her slick cunt, slow and teasing to watch the soaked layers of arousal start to cling onto his skin. ] Look at that delicious mess, Luffy. Help me clean that up, yeah?

[bigsmile]

(There's a reluctant noise as Luffy immediately begins to miss the hand at his cock. He'd never considered himself to be an overly needy person, despite being the kind to frequently invade someone else's personal space in more platonic ways. Arm touches, hugs, all bets were off in that regard. But since arriving in the resort things have turned out to be quite different in a way Luffy can't put his finger on and not only does he often find himself aching to be touched, but also enjoying being the one to do the touching, both things just as fun as the other.

He catches the look from Nami, managing to look up and flash a grin of his own in return, words not needed as he settles back in to brushing his lips over pale skin. Nami's hand in his hair is diving enough to have his toes curling, a kink that seems to have taken hold more recently as Luffy set foot into the world of exploring certain wants and needs. And right now he's more than okay with Sanji taking the lead; a captain is required to lead but also recognise when to delegate when the time called for it, and the three of them in bed, wrapped up in each other's desires is more than the right time.)

Got it. (Luffy relents his hold at Sanji's cock as he shifts into a more comfortable position, not needing to be asked twice when it comes to what to do next. It's all too easy to pull from experience how fun it will be to use his lips and tongue on Nami and the pirate captain doesn't hesitate as he dips his head down, tongue laving attention at her folds as he revels in the taste of the redhead's arousal, matching Sanji's slow, teasing pace of fingers with his tongue.)

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[ Things were overwhelming, but up until this point, it was a manageable overwhelming, a welcome departure from all the usual reasons she's had to draw on her resolve and hold it together, but from the moment Sanji lifts her leg, holding it to his chest and spreading her legs wide enough Nami can barely catch a breath.

The pair of them make it impossible to do anything other than feel it all, her composure unraveling swiftly as her mind tries to contend with the paired sensations of Sanji's fingers as they fuck her cunt, and the pressure of Luffy's tongue against her clit. Feeling this is too much, but even as she's overcome Nami can't tear her eyes away from the two of them, no matter how wide they grow when she lifts her hips towards them, the slight shift enough to make her moan loudly. Heat and blissful astonishment flare through her, leaving her muscles tense, thighs already twitching as the slicked up walls of her cunt go tight around Sanji's fingers. ]

Holy shit–

[ Nami's lips part, the hand in Luffy's hair pulling hard as she shudders against the bed, her orgasm hitting like a cannonball. Her body arches to the point where she nearly sits up, her free hand grasping Sanji's side, staring from him to Luffy before she has to turn her head in an extremely futile attempt to mask the ragged cry that escapes her.

Her hips jerk as she presses her lips together, stifling another whimper as the relentless brush of Luffy's tongue against her clit keeps her squirming against Sanji's fingers. ]

If you both kill me before I get a turn, I'll kick your asses. [ Given how tight and breathless her voice sounds, it's obvious there's absolutely no venom or merit to this threat. ]