You Should Try This~

“You are. You’ve got that little crease between your brows and everything.” You reached out and poked the spot lightly. He swatted your hand away, but there was no real heat in it.

“You talked to Bang Chan the entire night,” he muttered, looking away again. “Like… non-stop. Laughing, leaning in, all that. I was right there, you know.”

You tried not to grin, but it was impossible. This six-foot-something man, who commanded stages and led twelve other chaotic boys, was jealous because you spent time with a mutual friend.

“Cheollie…” You climbed onto the couch and straddled his lap without warning. His hands automatically went to your waist, even as he tried to maintain his grumpy expression. “Chan and I were catching up. We haven’t seen him in months. You know he’s just a friend.”

Seungcheol huffed, tilting his head back against the couch. “Didn’t look like ‘just a friend’ when you were showing him that video on your phone, heads practically touching.”

You cupped his face with both hands, thumbs stroking his cheeks. His pout was devastatingly adorable up close—full lips pushed out, eyes avoiding yours even as his fingers tightened on your hips.

“You’re cute when you’re jealous,” you whispered, leaning in to kiss the tip of his nose.

“I’m not jealous,” he grumbled, but his ears were turning pink. “I just… missed you. We barely got to talk all night.”

Your chest warmed. You shifted closer, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your forehead to his. “I’m sorry, baby. I got carried away catching up. But I’m here now. All yours.”

He stayed quiet for a second, then let out a long sigh, his body finally relaxing under you. His arms slid fully around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

“You’re mine,” he mumbled against your shoulder, nuzzling in like a big puppy. “Should’ve been next to me the whole time.”

You laughed softly and carded your fingers through his hair. “Next time I’ll stay glued to your side, okay? No more leaving my big strong boyfriend alone to fend off boredom.”

He made a small, contented sound and tilted his head up, silently asking for a kiss. You gave it to him—slow and sweet, pouring in all the affection he’d missed. Seungcheol melted instantly, one hand sliding up your back, the other squeezing your waist like he couldn’t bear even an inch of distance.

When you pulled back, his eyes were softer, the sulk completely gone.

“Better?” you asked, brushing his hair off his forehead.

He nodded, a shy little smile finally breaking through. “Yeah. But you owe me extra cuddles tonight. And maybe breakfast in bed tomorrow.”

You grinned, kissing him again. “Deal. Anything for my cute, sulky boyfriend.”

“I wasn’t sulking,” he protested weakly, but he was already pulling you down, tucking you against his chest.

You let him. After all, making it up to Seungcheol was one of your favorite things to do.

𖧷₊˚˖𓍢ִ🍒✧˚.🎀༘⋆ﾟ＊ 𖧷₊˚˖𓍢ִ🍒✧˚.🎀༘⋆ﾟ＊ 𖧷₊˚˖𓍢ִ🍒✧˚.🎀༘⋆ﾟ＊

The living room lights were dimmed low, the city humming faintly beyond the windows. Seungcheol was still sprawled on the couch beneath you, his sulky mood long gone, replaced by that warm, hazy look in his eyes after several deep kisses. Your fingers traced lazy circles on his chest as you straddled him.

“Let me make it up to you properly,” you whispered, lips brushing his ear. “I want to take care of you tonight.”

His breath hitched. “Baby…”

You slid down his body with purpose, kissing every inch of his chest and abs before settling between his thick thighs. Seungcheol’s cock was already heavy and leaking when you freed it, veins pulsing under your fingers as you stroked him slowly.

“Fuck, look at you,” you purred, licking a long stripe from base to tip. “So hard and desperate already. All because you got a little jealous?”

Seungcheol groaned, fingers gently threading into your hair. “Yes—shit. I hate seeing you give anyone else that much attention. This cock is yours, baby. Only gets this hard for you.”

You took him into your mouth without warning, sinking down until he hit the back of your throat. You swallowed around him, eyes watering as you held him there, then pulled back with a wet gasp, strings of spit connecting your lips to his throbbing cock.

You started slow, swirling your tongue around the tip, tasting the salt of his skin as you sucked lightly. Seungcheol’s hips twitched, but he stayed still, letting you set the pace. You took him deeper, hollowing your cheeks, working your hand around the base where your mouth couldn’t reach.

“Goddamn,” he hissed, hips twitching. “That throat is sinful. Choke on it again—let me feel how deep you can take me.”

You moaned around his length and obeyed, bobbing your head faster, sucking harder. Filthy, wet sounds filled the room as you worked him—hollowing your cheeks, twisting your hand around the base, and massaging his balls. Every time you took him to the hilt, Seungcheol cursed loudly.

“You’re so fucking good at this,” Seungcheol groaned, head tipping back against the couch. “Taking my cock like you were made for it. Look at me, baby.”

You lifted your gaze, locking eyes with him while your lips stretched around his thick shaft. The sight made him curse, hips bucking shallowly into your mouth. You hummed encouragingly, stroking him faster with your hand while your tongue flicked over the head on every pass.

You bobbed your head faster, relaxing your throat to take more of his impressive length. Spit slicked his cock, dripping down to his balls as you worked him with steady, filthy rhythm—sucking hard on the upstroke, then swirling your tongue along the sensitive underside.

“That’s it, baby. Suck my cock like a good little slut. Fuck—your mouth is better than any pussy. I’m gonna cum down your throat if you keep doing that.”

You pulled off just long enough to gasp, “Then do it. Fill my mouth, Cheol. I want to taste every drop.”

He lost it. With a guttural moan, he held your head steady and came hard, thick ropes of cum shooting straight down your throat. You moaned louder in response and swallowed every drop, milking him through it until his body shuddered and he gently tugged you off, oversensitive.

You wiped the corner of your mouth with a satisfied smile and crawled back up. Seungcheol pulled you into his chest immediately, arms wrapping around you tightly as he caught his breath. His heart hammered under your cheek while he stroked your back, pressing soft kisses to your hair.

“God… that was mind-blowing,” he murmured, voice hoarse and blissed out. “You spoil me too much.”

You nuzzled into his neck, cuddling closer. “You deserve it. My big, cute, jealous boyfriend.”

He chuckled weakly, still floating in the afterglow, body limp and warm beneath you. You stayed like that for long minutes—skin to skin, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your hip—until you felt him twitch against your thigh again. His cock was hardening once more, insistent and ready.

“Already?” you teased, grinding lightly against him.

Seungcheol groaned, hands gripping your ass. “Can’t help it when you’re on top of me like this.”

You sat up, stripping off your clothes until you were completely bare. His eyes darkened with hunger as you positioned yourself over him, guiding his cock to your entrance. You were soaked from pleasuring him, and he slid in easily as you sank down slowly, taking every inch. He stretch you perfectly, filling you so deep you moaned loudly.

“Fuck… you feel so tight,” he hissed, hands flying to your hips, gripping enough to leave marks. “So perfect around me.

“Ride me, baby. Use this cock. It’s all yours.”

You braced your hands on his chest and started bouncing, taking him fast and deep. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed as you rolled your hips, grinding your clit against him on every downstroke.

“You’re so fucking big,” you gasped. “Splitting me open every time. I love how you fill me up, Cheol.”

His eyes were glued to where you were connected, watching his cock disappear inside you. “Look at that greedy pussy swallowing me. So wet and tight—made for my cock. Faster, baby. Fuck me like you mean it.”

You rode him harder, thighs burning, pleasure building fast. Seungcheol met every bounce with powerful thrusts from below, hitting that perfect spot inside you relentlessly.

“That’s it, baby,” Seungcheol growled, thrusting up to meet you. “Ride me harder. Use my cock.”

You leaned forward, changing the angle so he hit that perfect spot inside you with every thrust. “You’re so deep like this… filling me up so good, Cheol. I love how big you are.”

His grip tightened, fingers digging into your flesh as he helped guide your movements. Sweat slicked your bodies. You rode him relentlessly, grinding down on every downstroke, chasing your own pleasure while pushing him toward another peak.

“You gonna cum on my cock?” he panted, eyes locked on where you were joined. “Let me feel you, sweetheart.”

“I’m gonna cum—” you cried out.

“Cum on my cock baby” he demanded, voice rough. “Let me feel you squeeze me.”

Your orgasm hit hard, walls pulsing around him. Seungcheol groaned loudly and followed right after, burying himself deep as he pumped you full of cum. Thick, hot spurts painted your insides while he held you down on him, hips stuttering up until he was spent..

You stayed seated on him for a few moments, both of you panting. Eventually you lifted yourself off slowly, his cock slipping out of you. As you moved, you felt his cum start to drip from your pussy—thick white streaks sliding down your thighs.

Seungcheol’s eyes locked onto the sight and something feral flashed across his face.

“Fuck,” he growled, voice suddenly dangerous. “Look at that… my cum leaking out of your pretty hole.”

Before you could respond, he surged up, flipping you onto your back on the couch in one powerful motion. He pushed your legs wide open and slammed back inside you in a single brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt.

You cried out at the sudden fullness, still sensitive from your orgasm.

“Mine,” he snarled, hips snapping forward hard and fast. “This pussy is fucking mine. No one else gets to see you like this. No one else makes you drip like this.”

He fucked you with raw, possessive need—deep, punishing strokes that made your back arch off the couch. The wet, filthy sound of his cock driving through his own cum filled the room. Every thrust pushed more of his cum out around his shaft, making a mess between your bodies.

“Cheol—oh my god,” you moaned, nails digging into his back.

“You feel that?” he panted, forehead pressed to yours, eyes wild. “Feel how deep I am? I’m gonna fill you up again. Pump you so full you’ll be dripping my cum for days. No one else gets to have this. Only me.”

His pace was relentless, hips slamming against yours, the couch creaking under you. He reached between you and rubbed your swollen clit in tight circles, pushing you toward another peak.

“Cum for me again, baby. Want to feel this pussy milk my cock while I breed you.”

The combination of his filthy words, deep thrusts, and skilled fingers sent you spiralling. You came hard, screaming his name as your walls clenched around him. Seungcheol followed with a broken groan, burying himself as deep as possible and flooding you with a second load of cum.

He collapsed on top of you, both of you trembling and covered in sweat. His cock stayed buried inside you as he caught his breath, pressing soft kisses on your lips now that the intense wave had passed.

“Fuck… I lose control with you,” he whispered against your lips, voice hoarse. “Can’t help it. You’re too perfect.”

You smiled, running your fingers through his damp hair, body still buzzing. “I love when you do.”

𖧷₊˚˖𓍢ִ🍒✧˚.🎀༘⋆ﾟ＊ 𖧷₊˚˖𓍢ִ🍒✧˚.🎀༘⋆ﾟ＊ 𖧷₊˚˖𓍢ִ🍒✧˚.🎀༘⋆ﾟ＊

The morning sun filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the bedroom. You stirred first, nestled against Seungcheol’s broad chest, his arm draped heavily around your waist even in sleep. His breathing was deep and even, but the moment you shifted, he tightened his hold and let out a sleepy grumble.

“Five more minutes,” he mumbled, voice husky from the night before.

You smiled and tilted your head up, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “You said that an hour ago, Cheol.”

One eye cracked open, then the other. A slow, lazy smirk spread across his face as memories clearly flooded back. “Morning, troublemaker.”

“Troublemaker?” You propped yourself up on one elbow, tracing a finger down his chest. “I believe I was the one making things up to a certain sulky boyfriend last night.”

He groaned, but it was playful, pulling you fully on top of him so you were straddling his waist. “I wasn’t sulky. I was… strategically quiet.”

You laughed, brushing his messy bed hair out of his eyes. “Strategically quiet? You mean pouting like a big baby because I talked to Chris for twenty minutes.”

Seungcheol’s ears flushed pink, but his hands slid down to squeeze your ass possessively. “Twenty minutes too long. You’re mine. Should’ve been sitting on my lap the whole time.”

“Oh my god, you’re still jealous.” You grinned and leaned down to nip at his bottom lip. “It’s cute. Really cute. Especially when it ends with me on my knees for you… and then riding you until we both saw stars.”

His eyes darkened instantly, hands roaming up your bare back. “Keep talking like that and we’re not getting out of this bed today.”

You rocked your hips teasingly against him, feeling him start to harden beneath you. “Is that a threat or a promise, Mr. Jealous?”

“Both.” He flipped you suddenly, pinning you beneath his warm, solid body. You squealed with laughter as he attacked your neck with kisses and playful bites. “You owe me breakfast in bed, remember? For all that emotional damage.”

“Emotional damage?” You dissolved into giggles, squirming under him. “You big dramatic baby. Fine—I’ll make you pancakes. But only if you admit you were sulking.”

Seungcheol lifted his head, pretending to think about it while his fingers tickled your sides lightly. “Counter-offer: I admit I was a little jealous, and you make pancakes… naked.”

You raised an eyebrow, still laughing. “Bold request after last night. You sure you’ll even let me leave the bed to cook?”

He kissed you deeply, slow and sweet, before pulling back with a mischievous glint. “I’ll help. I’ll be your personal chef assistant. And if you bend over to get something from the fridge, I can’t be held responsible for what happens next.”

You shoved his shoulder playfully, both of you grinning like idiots. “Deal. But if you get distracted and burn the pancakes, I’m telling the members you sulked like a kicked puppy over a mutual friend.”

Seungcheol gasped in mock offense. “You wouldn’t.”

“Try me, sulky boy.”

He rolled off you with a dramatic sigh, but immediately pulled you up with him, wrapping you in his arms from behind as you both headed toward the kitchen. His chin rested on your shoulder, pressing lazy kisses to your neck the entire way.

“Love you,” he murmured against your skin, voice soft despite the playful energy. “Even when you torture me by existing near other people.”

You leaned back into him, heart full. “Love you too. Now come on, sulky baby. Let’s make breakfast before we get distracted again.”

The night on the Sunny was quiet..the kind of quiet where the sea hummed and the lanterns glowed soft gold..Most of the crew was already asleep so the usual chaos has mellowed out.

You sat on the railing with your tail curled around your legs..scales catching the moonlight like scattered gemstones.

You heard footsteps behind you... you didn't need to turn around to know who it was.

Sanji found you instantly..He always did..he knew you liked watching the water.

“Ah..my beautiful dragon princess,” he said, stepping onto the deck with a tray of warm tea.

“Keeping watch I see?”

You rolled your eyes but you can't help but feel your cheeks warm up..Sanji always had that effect on you...on everyone actually.

“Sanji, I’m not a princess.”

He set the tray beside you..leaning on the railing with that soft, adoring smile he only ever used around you..He's so charming...

“Of course you are,” he said.

“Every prince needs a princess.” You raised a brow with a playful smile..

“And you’re the prince?”

He placed a hand dramatically over his heart..so dramatic..

“Obviously.”

You snorted. “Pretty sure in fairy tales..the prince slays the dragon.”

Sanji froze..you can actually see him replaying the words in his head..Then he stepped closer gently cupping your cheek.

“Then those fairy tales are stupid,” he said completely serious.

“Why would I ever slay the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen?”

Your breath caught...Sanji’s thumb brushed over a scale near your jaw, tracing it like it was something precious.

A habit he started once you two got close..

“I’d rather protect you,” he murmured. “Or cook for you. Or… just be near you.”

You looked away.. unable to keep a smile off your face and you can't let him know your flustered. “You’re too much.”

He smiled. “Only for you.”

Later, you stretched your wing..a soft movement but strong enough to rustle the air. Sanji nearly lost his balance and he was glad he was holding the railing..

“wow..” he whispered. “You’re breathtaking.. My Love.”

You blinked. “They’re just wings.”

“No,” he said, stepping closer, eyes wide with awe..like you were genuinely the most beautiful thing he's ever seen..

“They’re yours.” You felt heat rise under your scales.

He grinned, leaning in. “Careful, princess. If you keep looking at me like that..I might think you’re trying to enchant me.”

You scrunch your nose playfully and flicked your tail at him.

“You’re already enchanted.” You say with a smug grin..

He gasped dramatically. “She admits it!”

You shoved him lightly, but he only laughed.. his laugh is so contagious you can't help but chuckle.

A wave rocked the ship, and you steadied yourself with your claws.

Sanji immediately reached for you.

“Careful,” he said, voice soft but you can hear the worry in his tone.

“I can’t have my dragon getting hurt.”

You raised a brow. “I’m the one who’s supposed to protect you.”

He shook his head.

“Not tonight. Tonight I’m the prince.”

You smirked and decided to play along “And what does the prince want?”

Sanji stepped closer..brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Just this,” he whispered.

He kissed your forehead..gentle, like you were something sacred.

Your wings fluttered without your permission.. you didn't even have a moment to realize what happened before you saw Sanji’s eyes widened..

“Oh… that was cute.”

You covered your face embarrassed “Sanji-!” He laughed softly pulling your hands away.

“Don’t hide from me, princess,” he murmured.

“I love every part of you. Scales, claws, wings… all of it.”Your heart melted..

You leaned against him, tail curling around his leg. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close.

“Y’know,” you said quietly,

“in fairy tales, the prince and the dragon never end up together.”

Sanji pressed a kiss to your temple.“Then we’ll write our own story.”

You smiled..resting your head on his shoulder enjoying the moment.

“Yeah,” you whispered. “I like that better.”

Sanji held you tighter...warmth radiating from him like a promise.

“My dragon,” he murmured. “My princess.”

Same goes for your stomach, especially if you got a navel piercing.

Your wide hips give him a solid grip. Your love handles softens the bruising grip he has on you.

Manhandling you is easy. He can flip and bend you in however he likes. He doesn’t train for nothing.

He’ll hike your legs onto his shoulder just so he can paw at your thighs. He’ll do that anyway but the position leaves more room for him.

If you’re busty, his hands find your titties often. He pinches and flicks at your nipple while eating you eating you out. He doesn’t move your thighs from crushing his head, he likes that shit.

You worked up a sweat and exerted yourself training. There’s nothing ZORO’S more attracted to than strength and you continuing to better yourself makes him proud. What better way to show that than to make you ride the hilt of Wado Ichimonji.

His thumb is pressing against your clit while his free hand grips the sheath from underneath you. ZORO watches the hilt slide in and out of you with a dazed assessment. The sight was almost hypnotic.

“You’re getting better. You haven’t collapsed yet.”

Your thighs shook around his waist as the praise ran through you, your nails digging crescents into his shoulders as you hold onto him. He’s making you work for it. You’re trying to remain composed, but the combined length of Wado’s hilt and the pressure of ZORO’S thumb is driving you crazy.

ZORO shifted the sheathed sword in his grip and the top of the hilt pressed into your gummy walls just right. You nearly fell apart right there and then. Your head fell onto his shoulders and you keened. “ZORO, please-“

“Not giving to you. You got to take it.”

ZORO circled the hilt inside of you and that pushed you over. Your hips stuttered and bucked as your climax washed over you. ZORO finally moved his thumb and drew it out. Your chest heaved with each pant and your thighs ached.

You had woken up with certain urges invading your mind. Which was an issue considering you were on a pirate ship filled with people that were your crewmates and friends. 

Sharing your bed with Nami didn’t help, if anything she had the exact effect on you as she did on anyone else. You gazed at her briefly when you first opened your eyes that morning, feeling heat settle in your abdomen. 

You quickly desisted on asking her if she would be up for the idea of getting each other off; you knew she deserved better than a quickie. You weren’t sure if you wanted to have sex with your closest friend there, considering how complicated things could get when that kind of intimacy was involved. 

The rest of the day was unbearable. It was impossible to be completely isolated from the rest of the world on a ship that only had hot people in it. You tried to lounge on deck, stealing glances through your sunglasses. Luffy was cute and you adored him, you could never see him differently, no matter that he was currently shirtless, defined chest completely exposed because it was one of the hottest days of the year. At some point, Usopp was sitting nearby, working on one of his many inventions, arms glistening with a few beads of sweat that made your mouth water. Before you went back inside, Robin had decided to read on the deck, her long legs distracting you to the point of almost running into the mast.

Even as you made your way to the galley, you had to avoid glancing at whatever direction Zoro or Franky were. You could not keep tempting fate that way. Briefly considering that you had to be some kind of sick, you settled on the idea that it had simply been too long since you have been intimate with someone. You finally understood how Sanji felt throughout the day.

Speaking of which, you saw him there by the galley as usual, putting away the tableware you had used for lunch. You focused on him through the porthole before even considering walking in; Sanji had always been pretty, but he was more natural when he wasn’t being dramatic in his actions, which was the case when he was alone. He was humming quietly, moving gracefully around the kitchen, blonde hair falling into place like perfect puzzle pieces. 

The more you looked at him, the more you considered the idea that he might be the solution you were searching for. He was gorgeous, eager to please, and more importantly, he would only take you seriously up to a point. He was flirty, amorous, and had no shame about it, but you knew he was never that serious about his attraction for any woman (if anything, he seemed to be only loyal to Nami). He would never be serious in a relationship, which was fine because you weren’t looking for one. 

When you opened the door, Sanji turned to you, smiling brightly instantly as he called out your name in the most enthusiastic tone.

“Is there something you need? Would you like something to drink? It’s particularly hot today!” He offered with hearts in his eyes, not waiting for an answer before he was already reaching for a glass, ready to make any of your dreams come true. 

It worked well for you that he was in the mood to please you, as always, and you smiled warmly as you sat by the counter. 

“I would love a lemonade, if you wanna make one for me.” You replied, batting your eyelashes. 

You could see a little surprise in his eyes, but he still grinned as he got everything ready.

“Coming right up!”

You watched with curious and frisky eyes as Sanji moved about, getting everything he needed to make “the most perfect lemonade for the most perfect girl”, in his words. His compliments sometimes failed to reach you, too used to them and knowing too well that he would give them away to any girl with a nice face, but you appreciate it nonetheless. He indulged you with his sweet talking, dramatically describing the drink he was elaborating. 

“Here you go, sweetheart!” With soft precision, he put the glass in front of you, a few slices of lemon adorning the rim, and a couple of mint leaves in the center. Somehow he had managed to shape the leaves into hearts, which made you smile in adoration. “Is there anything else you want? Some dessert, maybe?”

“That’s okay, thank you!” You replied, taking a sip, tasting the tang of the lemon and something sweet, probably honey. “You’re always so nice to me.”

“Please!” He replied, seemingly shy but you knew him well enough to know he was enjoying your attention.

“I mean it, you always take good care of us.”

“It’s a pleasure, especially when I get to see your pretty face enjoying the food I make!”

Sanji flashed you a handsome smile, and you thought you were getting weak when your heart actually fluttered.

Or maybe you were just too wet. 

You finished your drink in practically record time, carefully watching him as he cleaned the counter top.

“Sanji,” You called for him, making him focus on you as he grabbed the empty glass. “Do you wanna get laid?”

The strepitous noise of the glass breaking into pieces as it fell to the floor made you flinch, but you couldn’t contain your smile. Sanji was completely flabbergasted, eyes popping out as he looked at you like you’ve grown another head. 

“Wha-What?”

“Do you wanna have sex?”

“Uh, I- This feels-” He stammered, clearly nervous, clearing his throat as he picked up the crystal pieces. “Wha-What do you mean?”

“Sex.” You repeated, amused at his reaction, especially when his whole face turned red. “With me.”

For someone who was so obviously a pervert, Sanji seemed completely taken aback by the idea of having sex, jaw hanging open as the few pieces of glass he had picked fell to the floor again. You pursed your lips, trying not to laugh when he covered his nose, in anticipation of a nosebleed.

“Are you teasing me, darling?”

“No.” You replied in between giggles. “I’m being very serious.”

You stood and approached him, and for once in your life, you saw Sanji take a step back from a woman the closer you got. 

“I need a little help and I figured that you’d be more than happy to do it.”

“A-A little help?”

“I woke up incredibly wet.” You admitted bluntly, despite your slight embarrassment at the admission, but entertained when you saw blood dripping between Sanji’s fingers as he covered his face. “You can say no and I won’t get mad or anything, but I know you’re the kind of man that would help me with something like this. Was I wrong in thinking that?”

“No, no!” Sanji stuttered in his reply, eyes wide open as little heart formed in his pupils. “I mean, I would love to help! I understand, you’re a lady in need, what kind of man would I be if I didn’t offer my assistance, right?”

You reached for one of the napkins, removing Sanji’s hand from his face to wipe off the blood, noticing the dopey smile on his lips. Your heart skipped a beat in response; he was silly and adorable and a pervert, just what you needed.   

“Is that a yes, then?”

“Yeah, yes!” Sanji practically yelled.

Discarding the napkin, you knelt down to pick up the broken glass. Sanji jolted, obviously surprised by the idea of you getting on your knees for him, before realizing what you were doing; but you were then intrigued by the prospect of a similar situation. 

“Don’t do that, honey! You’ll hurt your hands!” He said, immediately moving to pick up the broken pieces himself. 

Sanji pried the glass from your hands, and cleaned up the floor in what was probably record time. 

As soon as he was done, you grabbed his hand and led him out of the kitchen. You heard his audible gasp as you quickly made your way to the aquarium. 

You had it very clear in your mind that there wasn’t any privacy on the ship; there was a high chance that even if you were to be completely secretive about your dalliance with Sanji, someone would notice. The bar was the only room currently empty, and one that would not be occupied unless Zoro ran out of his booze supply (which you hoped didn’t happen anytime soon). Nonetheless, it was still a completely open place, but you hoped to God no one would dare to peek inside or through the glass of the aquarium, at least for the time being. 

Locking the door once you stepped in, you glance at Sanji who seemed to be nervous yet extremely thrilled about the idea of being any kind of intimate with you. He stared at you with wide eyes, tugging slightly at his tie. It was an unbearably hot day outside, yet he was in his usual suit and tie; attractive and handsome as always. 

“Sanji, if you’re not comfortable with this-”

“What? No, no!” He interrupted you with a squeaky voice. “I mean, yes, I do wanna do this.”

“Okay, good.” You smiled sweetly at him, approaching him slowly, sliding your hands up his shoulders once he was within your reach. “If there’s something you don’t like, you can tell me.”

“I don’t think that will happen.” He said, making you chuckle.

Sanji’s gaze was fixed on your lips as he leaned in towards you, his forehead almost touching yours. He was obviously waiting for any instruction you might give, and you noticed his arms reaching, almost grabbing you, but eventually desisting. 

You understood his uneasiness and you knew how to help him. 

Standing on your tiptoes, with hands skimming upwards to cup his face, you gently brought him closer to press your lips to his. He took a sharp intake of breath, like he couldn’t believe you were kissing him. You kept it simple and chaste, just lips pressing together for a long couple of seconds, before you pulled back.

To your amusement, Sanji chased after your lips, almost bending over. You couldn’t blame him; that simple touch was making you lightheaded. 

“What can I do, darling?” He asked with uncertainty. You had never seen such a look in his eyes, like he was begging for any kind of affection you’d want to offer.

“Anything, you can touch me all you want.”

You didn’t wait for him to reply, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to kiss him again. With a noise of surprise, he responded promptly, holding tightly onto your waist. 

This kiss was nothing like the previous one. He tasted just like you imagined, like cigarettes and spices, and it made you all the more weak. Your tongues tangled together as you pressed your body against him. You both moaned into each other’s mouths, his hands fervently gripping yours like you might slip away. 

A whimper slipped from his lips when you twisted your fingers in his hair. Sanji was a lot weaker than you expected him to be, and it thrilled you even more. 

When you broke apart, Sanji kept his lips on you, planting kisses to the corner of your mouth, to your chin and down your jaw. 

“Oh, baby, you taste so good!” He praised you, nuzzling your neck. “If this is a cruel joke, I’m glad it’s you who’s using me.”

“A joke?” You asked, laughing at the ridiculous idea. “I promise you it’s not. I want this, I want you.”

Sanji kissed your lips again, humming contently. 

“Say it again, please.”

“I want you.”

“Again.”

“Do you want me to keep saying it or do you wanna get things going?”

You didn’t wait for a reply as you tug his jacket open and let it fall to the floor. Sanji was at a loss for words, letting you do as you pleased when you guided him to the lounge with your hands on your shoulders. He sat down once the back of his knees hit the edge of the seat, looking at you expectantly. 

Watching his eyes almost falling off his face as you took off your dress was worth all the berries in the world. You pulled the piece of clothing up and off your head, discarding it randomly, presenting your body to him in just your underwear. 

“Oh, darling.” Sanji pleaded when you leaned down, hands on his shoulders as you pressed another kiss to his lips. “You’re so beautiful, I’ve never seen anyone as gorgeous as you.”

“Thank you.”

You gave him a smile as you sank to your knees, right between his legs. When his eyes bulged out for the third time, you worried briefly that he might get permanent damage. 

“Shit- Yo-You don’t have to do that!” Sanji stuttered to get the words out as he reached for your hand, tugging gently at it to make you stand, but you didn’t budge.

“You don’t want me to?”

The silence that followed almost made you laugh, especially when you noticed the internal struggle he was going through.

“...I feel like that’s a trick question.” 

“Sanji,” You countered, chuckling quietly as you squeezed his hand reassuringly. “I want you. Do you want me?”

“Yes.” He replied promptly, eager and grateful. “Yes, yeah, please, I’ll be good.”

You couldn’t believe his overall attitude at the idea of you pleasing him, and it was working well for you; you’ve never seen anyone as attractive as he was right then. With skillful hands, you undid his pants, and he obediently lifted his hips to let you put them down his thighs, along with his underwear, to free his erection. 

It was your turn to have your eyes pop out. His cock sprang free, long and achingly hard, throbbing when your breath hit the sensitive skin. You had barely just kissed and he was that excited? You must have won the lottery. 

The muscles in his abdomen flexed when you pushed up his shirt to press open-mouth kisses, nuzzling the trail of hair near the base of his length. He cursed softly under his breath when you dart out your tongue to lick at the tip. 

When you wrapped your lips around the head, you glanced up at him; his face was red, hair disheveled, and chest heaving like you had just put him through hell when you had barely even touched him. The sight alone made slick drip down your pussy, drenching your panties. 

“Shit- baby, sweetheart… You’re so good to me, honey…” Sanji whined, loud and sharp, when you softly sucked. 

Your tongue swirled around the tip as you wrapped your fingers around the rest of his manhood. When you stroked him, nice and slow at first, you tasted precum. His hips bucked just then, making more of it fit past your lips.

“Fuck, sorry!” One of his hands settled on your head, though he quickly put it away, letting you move as you pleased. 

You hummed happily as more precum leaked from the tip onto your tongue. Sanji was panting, whole body trembling underneath your ministrations as you steadily bobbed your head. His reaction was doing things to you, heat tightening in your lower abdomen as arousal kept soaking your underwear. When you slid more of his cock into your mouth, his thighs quivered when you sloppily sucked, his breathing getting louder and uneven the more you swallowed. 

“God, babe, I’m gonna-”

Sanji didn’t even get a chance to finish his sentence before he was filling your mouth with cum. 

It had been unexpected for you even when the signs were there, and you inevitably gagged but swallowed it all anyway, pumping his cock to help him ride out his orgasm. He let out a shaky groan, hips thrusting into your mouth until he had completely emptied himself. 

It had surprised you that he had come so quickly, but it wasn’t entirely unwelcome. 

“Shit, I’m so sorry, darling!” He exclaimed, gazing at you through hooded eyes as he reached for your face, cupping your cheeks. “Spit it out.”

Pleased with yourself, you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue to show him you had actually nothing to spit out. 

“You-You swallowed it?!”

When you grinned in response, he pressed kisses to your lips, cheeks, chin and nose.

“Fuck, you’re amazing, you made me feel so good, I can’t believe you did that.” Sanji praised you in between kisses, making you giggle. The knot in your abdomen grew tighter with each praise, so maybe all his amorous compliments could work on you during these moments. 

After covering your face with kisses, he locked his lips with yours, this time sliding his tongue into your mouth, tasting himself. He moaned as you returned the kiss just as enthusiastically.

“Will you let me taste you, my love, please?” He asked like he was imploring for mercy. “I want to make you feel just as good.”

Your pussy fluttered in response, you wouldn’t even dare to deny him.

When you nodded, Sanji had already moved you to sit next to him. He got down on the floor, on his knees, in the blink of an eye, taking your breath away when he looked at you with puppy eyes. Hunger bloomed inside you, which was funny considering that you were about to have his mouth on you. 

You graced him with a view of your tits as you took off your bra. His breath hitched as his hands squeezed your waist before moving upwards to cup your breasts. You let him play with them, his soft fingers squeezing and massaging your flesh before running his thumbs over your nipples, making you gasp. 

You enjoyed the attention but you quickly hooked your thumbs on the waistband of your panties, eager to move along. Sanji helped you undress, sliding the undergarment down your legs and off. 

Perching your feet on the velvety seat, you fully exposed yourself to him. The groan he let out once your glistening pussy was on display was sinful, like he had never in his life seen anything as tempting. You watched him closely; his face was completely flushed, breath uneven as he took in the sight of you offering yourself to him.

“You’re a goddess…” Sanji sighed, mesmerized, gaze not wavering as he pressed kisses to the inside of your thighs. 

“You’re so sweet to me, honey.” You rewarded him with praise, burying your fingers in his hair and pushing it away from his face. 

You both moaned in unison when his fingers slid between your folds, creating a sinfully wet sound. It was an experimental, careful touch, slowly dragging his digits from your entrance up to your clit. Sanji studied the shape of your pussy like it was an exotic treasure, and you would have felt self-conscious if it wasn’t for the fact that his intense attention to your pleasure was making you even wetter.

Your legs twitched when he stroked your clit just right, and his eyes settled on your face then. Pressing another kiss, this time closer to your entrance, he attentively glided his fingers through the same spot. When a gasp slipped past your lips, his eyes twinkled. 

His hot breath washed over the sensitive skin before his tongue made contact with your folds, sliding up towards your clit. The feeling of it was different from his fingers; it was softer, warmer and slick, making you moan as the pleasure inside you grew tighter. He groaned simultaneously, and you watched his eyes roll back, utterly lost in your taste. 

Sanji gained confidence when he saw your reactions, and he spread your pussy with his tongue, licking a strip from your entrance to your clit before pressing a kiss there. He did it again and again until you were trembling; you didn’t know if he did it on purpose but he seemed to be teasing you, making your pleasure grow but never enough to help you get closer to the edge. 

“Fuck, please…” You whimpered, urging his head forward. 

The hearts in Sanji’s eyes returned when you begged him, and he looked up at you with eagerness as he shifted his focus to your clit. Your legs clamped around his head, a wanton noise escaping your lips when he moved his tongue, sending jolts of pleasure up your spine. With a moan, he coaxed your legs open, kneading the fat of your thighs before swinging them over his shoulders. He buried his face further, pressing his nose to your mound, suckling on your clit like it was the only thing keeping him alive.

You were at a loss for what to do with yourself. Your hips rocked slightly against his face within the restriction of his grip, every sound imaginable spilling from your lips. Your hand twisted in his hair like an anchor to reality because you couldn’t believe how good it felt, how fucking amazing it was to have him slurp and lick at your pussy like you were the most delicious meal. You briefly regretted not having proposed to him before; you had been sharing the same space as the man who had given you the best head you ever had. 

With exploring hands, Sanji kneaded every inch of your body while he kissed and lapped at your clit, grabbing and gripping at every crease and fold. When he pinched your nipples at the same time he suckled particularly hard, ecstasy made your entire body tremble. 

“Oh God!” You almost yelled, tugging at his hair as your hips bucked against his face. “Don’t stop, baby, you’re doing so good…” 

Sanji groaned in response, pressing a loud kiss to your clit before resuming his work with his tongue. 

You were dancing close to the edge, the warm knot in your abdomen so close to snapping it was making you dizzy. When he slurped, you ground down against his tongue as much as you could, until you felt your vision turning hazy.

“You’re gonna make me come…” You whimpered, just as your thighs began to shudder. 

Your orgasm washed over you like a wave, immersing you in electrifying sensations from the tip of your fingers to the top of your head. Your toes curled as you let out a stuttering, dragged out moan. He kept going, eating you out and collecting your release with his tongue like he couldn’t get enough of you, making your eyes cross. 

Sanji groaned at your taste and watched you as if you were the sun itself, completely enamoured with the expressions and the sounds you were making. He only relented when you gently pulled at his hair, overwhelmed by the ongoing stimulation. 

Easing his hold on you but never letting go, he pressed kisses on your mound all the way up to your hip. 

“You taste so good, you’re so perfect,” Sanji praised you, a kiss planted on every inch of your skin he could reach. “So beautiful when you come, my darling.”

You sighed, slowly coming down from your high with each kiss he offered. Your legs felt like jelly and thighs were still tingly from the delicious orgasm you just had. What was helping you most was Sanji, currently nuzzling the valley between your tits, humming contently when you slid your fingers through his hair soothingly. 

You brought his face to yours, kissing him softly and tasting yourself on his mouth when you tangled your tongue with his. 

It had been an enlightening experience so far, and you were greedy after a taste of heaven. 

“Ready for more?” You asked, carefully moving your foot up his thigh, only to find he was sporting a newfound erection as you graced your toes over his sensitive cock.

“Yes, baby, whatever you want.” Sanji replied with a shudder. “You can use me however you like.”

You graced him with a smile, pecking his lips once before you moved. Tugging at his tie, you urged him to crawl on top of you as you laid down across the seat, feeling the soft velvet underneath you as you settled there. He followed your wordless instruction, bracing one arm on the backrest as he pulled down his pants even more before fitting his hips between your legs.  

Sanji was hot in his always impeccable button up shirt and tie, but you were eager to see his bare chest for once, and quickly helped him get rid of them, practically yanking his shirt open. The urgency was obvious for the both of you, and you giggled when you saw the silly smile on his lips once the shirt was randomly discarded. 

Hooking your ankles around the back of his thighs, you urged him forward, rolling your hips once his cock was close enough that you could grind your pussy against it. Barely touching, but you still feel the warmth of it, making you moan. 

His breath hitched at the sight, hands settling on your hips, squeezing with affection.

“Sanji, what are you waiting for?” You asked with a pout, moving your hips again to incite him. 

“Fuck, sorry, let me just…” He groaned, the one visible eye not leaving your pussy, dripping wet underneath his erection. “I just wanna admire you for a little longer, love.”

You huffed, but your face heated up anyway. You took the opportunity to run your hands down his chest, feeling his smooth skin and firm muscles with the tip of your fingers. His hips stuttered forward, the tip of his dick bumping into your clit, when your hands reached his lower abdomen. You both moaned simultaneously, that simple brush of skin enough to kindle a fire inside you. 

It was almost comical how aching hard Sanji’s cock was when he had already come minutes ago. When you wrapped your hand around it, it throbbed, and a whine spilled from his lips. 

Unable to hold back anymore, you lined up his cock to your entrance, steadily moving your hips to fit just the tip. 

“You’re always so sweet to me, Sanji,” Your voice came out soft, teasing, looking up at him as he groaned at the feeling of your warmth. “I want you to fuck me, baby, c’mon.”

His face was already flushed from the previous activities, but somehow he managed to get even redder, and for a second you worried that he might get a nosebleed. But he only gasped at your words, gazing at you with glee. His fingers gripped you tighter, trembling slightly as he slowly slid in more of his length. 

Sanji was careful, moving in a few inches before pulling back. He was being considerate, trying not to hurt you, but the leisured thrusts were making you dizzy, teasing you as the tip of his length grazed your most sensitive spots. Impatient and needy, you pressed your feet to his butt, prodding him to move. 

With a thrust that wasn’t entirely on purpose, he buried his cock to the hilt, making your pussy flutter around him. You moaned loud and sharp, back arching instantly at the sudden fullness. 

“Oh my God…” Sanji grunted, hands holding onto your waist, firm and possessive. 

Luckily, you didn’t need to beg for him to move again. He was still mindful, steadily sliding his dick out before moving back in, but it was a constant stimulation that made pleasure travel through you once more. The skin between your legs pulsed, sensitive from the work his wonderful tongue had done on you, and your eyes rolled back promptly with every move of his hard cock. 

You held tightly onto the seat when Sanji picked up the pace, using a little more force when your moans got louder and your pussy dripped down more of your slick onto his manhood. You looked at him, lost in your growing ecstasy, just in time when his eyes crossed.

“You feel so good, so hot, shit…” His voice was breathy, struggling to form a coherent sentence, but his urge to praise you was stronger. “You’re so gorgeous, so beautiful, thank you, thank you, darling.”

You let out a breathy laugh, cut off by a whimper as he pumped into you particularly hard. At that point, you felt like you should be the one thanking him. 

The control Sanji had been holding onto seemed to be slipping the more your pussy clenched around his girth. He promptly pulled your hips back to meet his thrusts, groaning every time your hole swallowed his dick. His gaze fixed on you, enraptured with the way your body moved, from your thighs holding tightly onto him to the way your tits bounced with each snap of his hips. 

You gazed at him with the same intensity, delight surging just by looking at him. You’d think that by the way he was fucking you, he had probably thought about it before, maybe even like he was doing then, the exact same position-

“Wanted to do this for so long, my love.” Sanji’s confession rolled off his tongue naturally, quiet like a whisper but with certainty, as he leaned over you, planting kisses down your neck. “I knew you’d feel amazing, so hot and soft…”

Words simply escaped you when you tried to respond because as soon as those words slipped from his lips, he began to pump his hips deeper and faster. His hot mouth trailed kisses down your chest, tongue swirling around one of your nipples, adding to the burning desire currently growing in your lower abdomen. 

You had never made the kind of sounds that were being ripped from you, so loud and nasty, but he was making all kinds of noises as well, slurring against your chest, in between groans, terms of endearment like “baby, princess, sweetheart” that made your heart and pussy flutter. You wrapped an arm around his neck, keeping him close to you, as you sneaked your other hand between your bodies, pressing your fingers to your clit when you felt like your release was just around the corner. 

Sanji noticed, of course, and stared at the way you touched yourself like he was bewitched. He huffed like he had been wounded when your pussy squeezed his cock the more you stroked your clit. 

“Fuck, please- I’m not gonna last, honey.” He said, like he was desperately sorry.

“I’m close, too…” You managed to say between gasps. “Want to feel you come…”

His hips stuttered, rhythm getting uneven, and his cock twitched inside you. Those were all the signs you got before cum filled your pussy to the brim. You moaned as his body trembled above you, his face buried in your neck, gasping and cursing as he still pumped his cock in and out of you, riding out his orgasm. 

The unexpected fullness of it, his cum making every thrust slicker and hotter, and the compliments he was murmuring against your skin pushed you over the edge. You see stars behind your lids, mind turning white with overwhelming euphoria. Your body shuddered, back arching as your pussy milked his cock dry. 

Sanji practically collapsed on top of you, his cock still buried inside you, as you both tried to catch your breath. His hold on you remains firm, arms wrapping tightly around your waist. 

As you came back down from the haze, you smoothly ran your fingers through his hair while staring at the ceiling. You were speechless and utterly lost at the experience you just had. You didn’t want to venture and say it had been the best sex you ever had, but even if it wasn’t, it was up there in the top three. 

After a moment of comfortable silence, Sanji pulled himself up enough to steady his gaze on your face.

“That was perfect, sweetheart, you’re so pretty.” His compliments came out naturally as his fingers caressed your cheek. You suddenly felt sheepish when you noticed the affection in his eyes. “Thank you for letting me do this with you.”

The state you were in, post-orgasm and mind clouded, was what was making your heart flutter. That had to be it. 

“My pleasure, babe.”

When you smiled, Sanji leaned down again to plant a sweet kiss on your cheek. 

“Was I good?” 

You immediately sensed the nervousness in his tone, and pet his head in response as he trailed his lips down your neck. Normally, you’d crack a joke, tease him about him being anxious when he just nutted inside you, but you knew he was being honest in his insecurity. You wanted to do this again with him, and reassuring him that you had, indeed, seen the stars courtesy of his wonderful cock was a good way of making that happen. 

“Sanji, baby, you made me come twice. I think that’s more than ‘good’.”

His head perked up, looking at you with twinkling eyes. 

“Really?!”

“Yes!” You giggled, cradling his face. “You were amazing, so nice to me, just what I needed.”

Sanji grinned, giddy and smug, as you kissed him. 

You stayed there for a little while, bodies intertwined while exchanging kisses, in comfortable peace until the possibility of being found started to worry you. 

“We should probably go…”

The huff he let out as he pouted made you laugh. 

When Sanji sat up, his cock finally slid out of your pussy, making you both hiss. The skin between your legs was still sensitive, a little soreness settling in, but it also gave you a certain pleasant sensation, especially when his cum started leaking down your thighs. He watched you for a moment, completely mesmerized, before he tucked himself back in his pants. To your amusement, you saw him wipe the blood that had started dripping down his nose when he started putting his shirt back on.  

He helped you with your clothes, carefully adjusting your bra back on before sliding your dress down your body, and you thanked him with a kiss as you both stood up, tenderly stroking his cheek.