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NSFW ♡ 18+ ♡ SMUT

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x Fem!Reader x Vinsmoke Sanji [No use of y/n] Summary: Zoro catches Sanji with his hands on you and- pushed to his limit- decides to teach him a lesson. Zoro fucks you on top of Sanji, but he gets a little more involved than Zoro originally intended. CW: Heavy DubCon (At the Beginning), Threesome, Rough Sex, Soft Sex, Hatefucking, First Time, Exhibitionism/Voyeurism, Orgasm Denial, Restraint, Spit, Fingering, Creampie (From Both), Dirty Talk, Mean Zoro, Pervert Sanji, Use of 'Bitch', Mention of 'breeding' (but NO allusion to pregnancy), Arguments (They Fight About You), Threats of Violence (Z&S), Forced Confession (Sanji), Unacknowledged Feelings (Z&S), French ANGST. Established relationship between Zoro x Reader. Zoro pins Sanji the entire time he fucks you on top of him and they argue through it. Zoro uses Sanji's body to fuck you. Sanji consents, but struggles with his feelings about it. DD:DNE Word Count: 13k A/N: this came to me in a dream

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“Mm, that feels really good,” you sigh, “ah- right there- yes…”

“Here?” Sanji asks, his warm hands on your back.

“Can you go lower too?”

“Anywhere you want~” Sanji’s hands roam down your back, expert fingers working the soreness. It’s just the two of you here on the beach, under the wide umbrella, sharing a large towel. The rest of crew, sans Zoro, has gone off to explore. Sanji’s sat behind you, legs outstretched with you situated between his strong thighs.

“You’re really good at this,” you compliment, feeling the heat of his body working through you.

“You are really tense, mon amour,” Sanji says with a tone that expresses his blatant disapproval. “Do you feel like this often?”

Sanji had caught you rubbing at your shoulders earlier and offered to do it for you. The idea had sounded so pleasant you hardly hesitated to let him. But as he worked at your shoulders, his hands slid down your back, finding all the other neglected spots. “I didn’t even realize it was so bad,” you admit. “But the way you’re touching me, Sanji…” you sigh, “I feel like I’m melting.”

You feel the ghost of his breath over your bare shoulder, “oh? That feel good?” His thumbs rub at either side of your spine.

“Yeah, really good.”

His hands drop lower, “and here, ma chérie?” His palms rub against your lower back just above the bottoms of your bikini- fingers pressing into the plush curve of your waist. “Do you like it here?”

Your eyes flutter closed, “mhm. I like it a lot, Sanji.” The heat of his body at your back is warm and comforting, even in the heat of the day. The way his hands work over you makes you feel weightless.

“We’ll do it more often,” he promises.

“Really?” You perk up.

“Of course, Princess. I’d be happy to.” He places a quick, chaste kiss to the curve of your shoulder, hand rubbing it into your skin.

“If you teach me how,” you offer, “I’ll do it for you too.”

His thumb tenderly brushes over your neck, “now there’s an idea.”

Your eyes scan the horizon, watching the waves of crystalline waters break over the shore- heart picking up when you spot a figure rising from the sea. You give an excited gasp, “Zoro’s back~!” He had gone out into the ocean to train beneath the waves. Exactly how he did that, you weren’t sure, but he had been quite adamant about it- only able to do those exercises when the crew found shore leave.

You call out to him, with a wave of your hand, “Zoro~!” He’s a solid wall of muscle, rivulets rolling sensually over his masculine form as he stalks up towards the beach- towards you, waiting for him. He grins as he meets your gaze, always eager to see you after a long training session.

But, with every step he takes, his grin starts to fade- and then tip down into something far more serious. His eyes slide to the man over your shoulder who has you caged between his legs. Sanji keeps rubbing his hands over your body, palms feeling warmer than they did just minutes ago.

You’re just happy to see Zoro- oblivious to the way the two men are staring each other down. Or, rather, simply used to it. They’re always challenging one another so you try to ignore it.

Zoro casts shade where he stands before you and you reach your hands up to him. He immediately takes them in his own, holding them there. His eyes are still locked on Sanji when he asks, “what do you think you’re doing?”

Sanji doesn’t respond right away, so you take the liberty, “Sanji’s been helping me while I was waiting for you.”

The scowl on his face twitches, “helping you how, exactly?”

“He’s been giving me a massage,” you tell him, innocently.

“Is that right?” His voice is low and cold in the way that makes you think he’s about to pick a fight.

“He’s very good at it,” you compliment, trying to diffuse the situation. You really don’t feel like putting up with their arguing- or worse. You look over your shoulder at Sanji, his eyes flaring- no doubt just as eager to pick up the gauntlet as Zoro is to throw it down. “Thanks again, Sanji,” you offer, trying to soothe whatever is simmering there.

Sanji’s eyes soften as they go to yours, “anytime, Angel~” he lilts. “Don’t forget what I said,” he winks.

“And what,” Zoro’s grip tightens where his hands still hold yours, “would that be?”

“Oh, Sanji says he’ll help relieve my tension more often,” you smile, thinking the promise of the good deed will endear him to your swordsman a little.

But, that doesn’t seem likely. “Like hell,” he snaps. “Move.”

Sanji has the good sense to listen for once as Zoro drops down onto the towel, pulling you possessively into his lap- letting your legs fall to either side of his waist. You let your hands slide up to his shoulders, mimicking the movements Sanji made on you. “He says he’ll teach me. Then I can do it for you too,” you smile, “won’t that be nice? I can help relieve some of your tension.”

Zoro cocks his brow, a little tilt to his head as he looks down at you, “you do that already.”

Your fingers smooth over the creases of his frown, “guess I’m not doing a very good job then.” You push the wet strands of his hair away from his forehead, “how did your training go?”

Zoro places a quick kiss to your lips, “good, baby.”

You nuzzle into his chest, feeling his hand smooth over your back- covering so much more area than Sanji’s. “I missed you.”

There’s a hum in his chest as he presses a kiss to the crown of your head. “Everyone still gone?”

“Mhm,” you affirm. “They’ll probably be a while longer.”

Zoro cups your chin and angles you up to look at him, thumb brushing your lower lip, “I think we can find a way to keep busy.” His rich tone makes you blush and your eyes flit over to where Sanji lounges back, just watching.

You push back against his chest, putting some space between you- suddenly feeling way too close there in front of Sanji. But, Zoro doesn’t let you get far. “Aren’t you tired?” you ask, trying to diffuse some of the heat you see in his eyes.

“Nope.”

“Guess you weren’t training all that hard, then,” Sanji quips.

Zoro’s expression hardens as his eyes slide over to Sanji, “you’re still here?”

“I’ve been here the whole time you were gone,” Sanji shrugs, holding his gaze.

“He kept me company while I was waiting for you- and while everyone else was away,” you offer.

“Yep,” Sanji agrees, putting his hands behind his head. “Just the two of us here on the beach for the past couple hours.”

“Well…” a wicked grin slowly spreads across Zoro’s face, his expression carving into something more feral, “I guess you should just stay then.”

Your world spins and the breathe escapes your lungs as Zoro puts you onto your back, immediately clashing his lips to yours and pressing his body against you. You squeal against him in surprise and he uses the moment to push his tongue into your mouth, hips slotting between your thighs.

Your hands push against his chest, trying to gain a little distance- which he grants you, just barely- looking down into your flushed face. You look up at him with wide eyes, “Zoro-!” Your gaze snaps over to Sanji who sits up now, looking just as surprised as you do. “What are you-“ you’re cut off when his mouth goes back to yours again. One of his hands grabbing your leg and hoisting it over his shoulder to open you up for him. You moan with a mix of shock and pleasure as he starts grinding himself into you- the hard length of his cock rubbing over your barely concealed cunt.

The kiss breaks as you turn your head, gasping for air. Zoro lets you, but he doesn’t stop the roll of his hips. “Z-zoro, what are you doing?”

He grins down at you, “just 'relieving some tension',” he teases.

“But, Sanji…” is looking at you with a flushed face and darkened eyes.

“He’s right where he wants to be, baby,” he drops low, tongue licking over your neck.

Sanji sucks in a breath and uses every ounce of his willpower to tear his eyes away, moving to get up. Zoro’s hand flies out and captures his wrist, “where do you think you’re going?” He growls, “I told you to stay.”

Sanji’s face twists into a snarl of his own when he looks at the swordsman, “she doesn’t want me here for this.”

“When has that ever stopped you?” The question is cold before Zoro’s eyes slide back to yours, hand not releasing Sanji, “hasn’t he been keeping you company, baby? You don’t want him to leave now, do you?”

“But…” your mind swims, trying to wrangle with the situation Zoro is putting you all in. “We can’t… with him here…”

Zoro licks at your fluttering pulse, “we can,” he purrs. His cock grinding over your cunt, “we’re going to.” He nips at your neck with his teeth, cockhead bumping into your clit, “he wants to watch.”

“H-he doesn’t…” you say, eying Sanji, trapped where Zoro holds him.

“Baby,” Zoro rumbles, “he loves watching you.” You open your mouth to speak your confusion, but only a broken moan releases as Zoro thrusts against your clit again. “Go on,” his voice drops low as he looks over at Sanji, “tell her.”

“This isn’t funny,” he tugs his arm in Zoro’s grip, but not hard enough to actually break the hold.

“I’m not laughing,” Zoro deadpans.

“Fuck. You.” Sanji snaps with such venom, it sucks every last drop of air from your lungs. There are plenty of times where things have gotten heated between them- and a number of which you’d say went too far. But never like this.

“Fuck. Me?” Zoro growls and before you can blink, Zoro’s atop him- holding him down next to you with one hand around his neck, the other pinning his wrist in place. He leans in low, teeth baring in his face, “how many fucking times have I told you?” His voice is a twisted snarl, “how many fucking times have I told you to keep your hands off my woman?” His hand slides up from his neck and grips his jaw, forcing him to keep eye contact, “you just don’t ever fucking listen, do you?”

“Zoro…” His attention snaps to you, hearing you call out to him with your trembling voice- so soft, so uncertain.

“I’ve tried, baby,” he tells you. “I really have.” Your brows furrow in confusion and even though he’s not atop you anymore, you feel pinned in place. “My sweet girl,” he soothes, “I know you care about him- and that’s fine. But, you have no idea who he really is.”

“I don’t understand… Zoro, what’s happening?”

“I would have let you stay blissfully happy forever.” He turns his face back to Sanji’s, voice dropping, “I’d have let her believe your lie,” his words are sharper than his blades. “But, you just can’t fucking help yourself, can you? Even now…”

Your breath shudders as Zoro’s hand comes off Sanji’s wrist and flies down between his legs, grabbing at his crotch over his swim shorts. Sanji sucks in a breath, body impulsively jerking into Zoro’s grasp.

“Zoro-!“ you reach towards him, heart tumbling lost at what’s happening between the two most important people in your life.

“Tell her what I’ve found,” he orders. When Sanji doesn’t speak, Zoro forces his head to turn to look at you and barks again, “tell her!”

You meet Sanji’s eyes, blown wide and black and ringed in heated molten gold. He licks his lips when he looks at you, mouth trembling like he’s trying to bite back his own words. Zoro’s hand jerks at Sanji’s cock, making him jolt again, “Tell. Her.”

“Sanji…”

Zoro scoffs, feeling Sanji’s cock twitch in his hand at the sound of his name from your lips.

Sanji’s voice comes thick in a tone you’ve never heard from him before, “I’m so fucking hard, Princess.”

“And how long have you been ‘so fucking hard’?”

“Since I put my hands on your pretty little body,” he responds without hesitation now, eyes sliding down your curves, “since I saw you in that pretty little suit.”

“What…?” You blink, mind swimming as you try to process his words.

“Don’t believe him?” Zoro asks, sliding his fingers into the waistband of Sanji’s shorts and roughly yanking them down so his cock springs free. “Go ahead and look.”

You don’t. You can’t. You shouldn’t-

“Look at it,” Sanji breathes, “look at my cock.”

You can’t stop yourself. The part of your brain that tells you this is wrong- that something is terribly, terribly, wrong- is getting quieter and more distant with every inch you drag your gaze down Sanji’s body. Until, eventually, you see it. His cock hard and heavy- oozing strands of precum from his swollen red tip.

“You’ve no idea how many times I’ve caught him, baby,” Zoro tells you gently, “jerking himself off to you.” Sanji’s cock twitches, a thick bead of precum slipping over his head. “All those times you think he’s just being nice, just ‘keeping you company’- this is what he’s hiding. And as soon as you turn your back, he’s got his hands inside his pants.”

Heat blooms across your skin, body flushing. “That’s not true… He doesn’t… I… I would have known,” you reason.

“It’s true,” Sanji confesses without being forced. Your eyes fly back to his to see the honesty there. “I’m so mad with wanting you, mon amour, I just can’t help myself.” His hips roll upwards, but Zoro doesn’t touch him again- sitting back atop Sanji’s thighs, keeping him pinned beneath him- unable to run from this reckoning.

“You… want me?” Your voice is thin and distant as it tries to understand that. Sanji had always been sweet on you, sure, but that was just him. It never meant anything serious… right?

Zoro sits heavy on Sanji’s thighs, watching your face closely as you learn the truth he can’t- he refuses- to keep from you any longer.

“Since the day we met, Princess,” Sanji confesses. “Every day since. Every night,” Sanji’s curved cock jumps and drips desperately onto his stomach. Zoro sees your eyes drawn by its movement, which only makes it more eager- finally seen by you.

Your eyes travel up Zoro’s body atop Sanji, his own cock still hard in his shorts where he had started rutting into you. When your eyes find his again, he speaks, “he needs to learn his lesson, baby.”

“Lesson…?”

“I’ve tried teaching him on my own.” his gaze turns towards the cook, “it just doesn’t get through to him,” hand sliding back around his throat again. “So we’re going to teach him together. And he’s going to. Fucking. Pay. Attention.”

Sanji bares his teeth at Zoro then licks his lips when he hears your voice, “together?”

Zoro leans down towards you, wrapping one large hard around your arm and sliding another below your knee. He hoists you off the ground and over Sanji’s body in front him, letting your back press to his chest- legs straddling Sanji’s hips. You gasp, Sanji’s cock just beneath you- but Zoro keeps an arm around your waist to prevent your body from dropping onto it. “Oh, fuuck,” Sanji hisses, fingers twisting into the towel beneath him.

Zoro’s hand rubs low, over the band of your bikini and between your inner thighs. There’s a warmth that spreads everywhere he touches and a flutter deep inside. Zoro’s hand slides up to cup your breast and you jolt as he brushes a finger over your sensitive nipple. You look down, finally realizing just how peaked they are. He brushes it again making your hips thrust forward and you can feel Sanji squirm beneath you as if he could reach the rock of it, but he can’t- Zoro still has him pinned too much to do anything.

Zoro’s hand goes to your other breast, giving it similar attention and you moan into it, head tipping back against him. He slips beneath the top, kneading your breast, letting your nipple grind against his palm. “’Ro…” you breathe his name, rapidly losing yourself to his touch.

He holds you tighter to him, his voice rumbling against your back, “there’s my girl,” he praises- finally relieved to hear his name with pleasure. This is a lot for you, he knows, but- “you’re being so good.” You whimper, feeling his words travel all the way down between your legs. Zoro’s hand slides around your back, pulling at the little string that keeps your top tied on then brings it back to pinch the middle between his fingers. He begins pulling down and your body jolts feeling the slow drag of the fabric over your nipples. There’s a rush of warm air over your skin when he finally pulls it away completely, baring you to the world. And to-

“Beautiful.” Your eyes fly open, the fog clearing a little as you look down at Sanji, finally registering that Zoro has undressed you in front- on top- of him. The blush blooms rosy over your cheeks and travels all the way over your naked chest.

Your hands fly up to cover yourself, but Zoro stops you, “don’t,” the command is gentle, but firm. You obey, dropping your hands to his arm around your waist, fingers gripping him nervously as your pulse picks up.

“Tu es belle,” Sanji breathes, looking up at you with wide eyes, “don’t hide from me, Angel.”

Zoro’s thumb brushes tenderly along your jaw, “you see? He’s finally being honest with you.” His fingers touch your lips before he drags them slowly down the front of your body- and you thrash in his grasp when you feel them roaming down your sex- the thin fabric barely shielding you from his touch. Zoro rests his palm against your hip, fingers rolling the tie that keeps your bottoms on. “You want to be honest too, don’t you? You want to show him…”

Your breath stutters, mind foggy as you try to grapple with what you should do and what you want to do. But then- “Show me, Princess. Please, show me. S'il te plait.” Sanji’s begging wraps itself around your desire and you don’t know if it’s right- but you know it feels so good.

Zoro slowly starts pulling the string. “Sanji,” he barks his name- his actual name- to make sure he has his attention. Though it’s a struggle, Sanji gives it to him. “Do not touch her,” he orders. “Do not touch yourself. And do. Not. Cum.” Sanji sucks in a breath, his cock leaking in protest. “Say you understand.”

Sanji’s voice is thick and gravelly, but he responds, “I understand.”

Zoro pulls the string and has you naked on top of him. Sanji’s cock immediately starts thrashing, already near disobeying. “Cook,” Zoro warns.

Sanji’s whole body trembles, muscles in his stomach tightening. His face is red as he speaks through clenched teeth, “I know- I’m trying- fuck-”

Watching Sanji squirm beneath your body and under Zoro’s words is coiling a new feeling tight and low. When Zoro brings his hand to your cunt and slides his fingers through your slit, you shudder in his arms. “So wet, baby.” He gathers your slick onto his fingers and holds it up in front of you, spreading them so you can see the webbing of your arousal sticking between them- evidence of how much you’re enjoying what’s happening. “See that?” Sanji can’t take his eyes off it, mouth watering when Zoro sticks those fingers in his mouth. He sucks at your taste, loud and sloppy in a way that makes your cunt squeeze and Sanji’s cock twitch. He pulls them out with a wet pop! and hums, the rumble of his chest vibrating in your back. “Tastes even better than she looks,” he tells Sanji who whimpers, aching for the taste.

“Let me-“

“No,” Zoro denies him immediately. “You don’t get to have anything. You don’t get to do anything. All this,” his fingers slip back into your pussy, making you cry out, “is mine.” Zoro feels you squeeze around his fingers hearing his claim as he fucks his own spit into your body.

The last thing you see before your eyes flutter is Sanji’s locked between your legs where Zoro keeps driving pleasure, two fingers knuckle deep in your cunt. His palm grinds against your clit and he increases the pressure in time with the curl of his fingers. “Right there, baby?” He asks, knowing full well he’s touching you exactly the way you like. The way that so often makes you cum too quickly in his hands. He wants Sanji to see how easily you come undone for him- how good he touches you. How much better he is.

You can only respond in moans, body sagging a little in his hold as you drop your weight onto his fingers. Zoro holds you with his strong arm, relentlessly pumping into you, even as your body begins to tremble. Your breaths come faster and your voice starts shattering.

“Oh shit, she’s gonna cum- she’s gonna cum on top of me,” Sanji’s strained voice tightens the coil.

“She’s gonna cum on me. Right in my hands,” Zoro counters, pressing himself against you, “so tight on my fingers. Go on, baby,” he encourages, “show him who touches you best.”

It snaps. Your body lurches forward as you cum hard, “that’s my girl,” Zoro praises, doing all the work of keeping you upright.

“Open your eyes, Princess- open them.” Your lashes flutter, obeying the command without really thinking about it. Sanji’s gaze is hot as it captures yours, “so pretty…” he breathes, “so pretty when you cum.”

You whimper, “Sanji…” pussy giving another tight squeeze around Zoro’s fingers seated deep inside, letting you ride out the orgasm on his hand.

“Ho oui, ma chérie,” he sucks in a breathe and you can feel his body squirming beneath yours. “Again- say my name again- say it while you cum,” he begs, body thrashing more, “need to see it- need to hear it.”

“You’re being greedy,” Zoro snaps at him.

“I’m following the rules,” Sanji argues.

“Zoro…” his name ghosts past your lips.

“Good girl~” Sanji growls with frustration as Zoro purrs, nuzzling into you with a wicked grin- pleased to hear his name despite Sanji’s begging.

“Zoro, I…” you whine again, climax coming down, breaking beneath the surface of emotions still swimming inside you.

“Shh,” he soothes, “you’re okay, baby. You’re doing so good.” You want to believe his words, want to lean into him, but there’s a slick oily feeling winding through you- still confused and slightly ashamed at whatever is happening that you don’t fully comprehend.

Your eyes flit up to Sanji’s and his chest tightens at the uncertainty rising there. Whatever he feels about Zoro forcing this situation before its time is irrelevant now that you were in it. There’d be fallout, there’d be so much to wrangle with after- but that came after. Right now, he can’t bear the way you’re looking at him.

Sanji breaks one of Zoro’s rules, hand resting against your outer thigh with a comforting touch. Zoro lets him, for a moment- for you- because he knows you need it. You need Sanji’s touch, need his reassurance in this. It doesn’t matter what Zoro says to you, it’s Sanji’s voice alone that your emotions hinge on. Whatever he says to you next will determine how you feel about it- about him, about Zoro, about whatever is going to happen once this lesson is over.

There’s a fire that floods through his veins to know that- flaring with the rush power he realizes he has over you. Despite his current position, he knows that ultimately, he’s in control of how this ends. And with the way Zoro looks at him now, pushed to his absolute limit- Sanji realizes that he knows it too. And his eyes get darker when he sees that Sanji has figured that out.

But whatever fury he feels for Zoro right now is no match for the way he feels about you.

Sanji’s fingers rub soothingly at your thigh, “thank you for the lesson, mon amour.” Your breath hitches and your eyes blink wider at him. He smiles up at you and its genuine. Though every nerve in his body is alight with need, the fact that he’s this intimately close with you is a blessing he would not ever turn away.

There’s relief in Sanji as he watches your eyes calm and Zoro waits until he feels your body relax into him before he smacks Sanji’s hand away. “You think that’s it? We’re not done here.” Your body flutters, anticipating whatever he is about to do to it. “Don’t disobey me again.”

“Or what?” Sanji challenges.

“If you think I’m not going easy on you, you’re dead fucking wrong,” Zoro’s voice drips with warning and you’re still not sure this won’t end violently between them.

But that thought is rooted out of you when Zoro starts sliding his hand from your body, “a-ah-!” you cry out with every length lost, pussy squeezing like it’s not ready to give him up. The feel of his fingers dragging inside of you forcefully puts you back into the moment, the sensation heightening all the way to his finger tips when they finally pop out of you.

Zoro rubs his cum coated fingers over your clit, stoking the fire he knows still smolders inside of you. It returns quickly, washing out everything else. He rolls your clit between his thumb and forefinger, letting Sanji see the tip of the swollen little bud as he pushes you towards over-stimulation.

When you start bucking in his hands, he cups your cunt, other hand grabbing your wrists, bringing your hands up to grip around his neck. You reach what you can, fingers tangling in his wet hair. “Lean into me, baby.” You press your weight back into his chest and his hand reaches down, slipping under your knee- hoisting it up and holding it out to the side. You cry out as he opens you up, cunt sticking as it spreads. His hand comes off your cunt and you hear the rustle of his clothes as he shoves his shorts down- then feel the thick, hot tip of his cock press to your wet hole. “I’m gonna push it inside you,” he tells you and you instantly feel the intrusion of his cockhead.

Your cunt squeezes immediately, trying to help pull him deeper. But, Zoro moves slow, letting Sanji watch the way his swollen cockhead stretches your entrance as he lets himself in. Sanji is completely transfixed on the sight, suddenly so still you’re not even sure he’s breathing- the only movement at all is the steady trickle of precum from his weeping cock.

You yelp when Zoro’s thick tip pops into you with a little thrust of his hips. “There we go, I’m inside you now.” Your cunt clenches, “already squeezing me, baby? So good,” he praises. “You want more?” It’s near impossible to drop yourself onto his shaft from your position, but you try. Zoro chuckles, low and dark. “Don’t worry, you’ll have it,” he promises. “We’ll show him how good I fill you up- and how good you are at taking it.” Sanji sucks a breath through his teeth and you whimper as Zoro starts slowly fucking you with just the tip of his cock. “You want to? Hm? Want him to see how you take all my fat cock?”

Your eyes flutter down and meet Sanji’s and the heat you feel there liquefies between your legs, slicking yourself to be fucked. Sanji breathes deeply and licks his lips like he can taste it in the air. “Show him, Zoro,” you breathe, unable and unwilling to fight how good you feel in this situation any longer. “Y-you need to teach him, right?”

There’s a look that holds for a heartbeat between the two men before the temperature spikes on either side of you. Sanji rises up towards you and Zoro throws out a hand, shoving him back onto the ground, “stay down,” he commands. “See that, baby? He hasn’t learned a damned thing. Just a nasty dog waiting to jump you.” Sanji bares his teeth as he grins so wickedly up at you that you can almost see it. “He needs more training,” Zoro tells you, “before I can ever leave him alone with you again.”

“She loves being alone with me,” Sanji asserts. “Remember how good my hands felt all over you?” He asks and your face heats. “They’ll feel that good everywhere, ma chérie- promise.” Sanji grins up at Zoro, “bet she’s squeezing you right now, thinking about it.” Your body responds, hugging tighter around Zoro- and though he might be able to hide how good it feels from Sanji, you can’t- a little whimper falling from your trembling lips.

“Touch me,” you whine, and Zoro flicks his fingertips in fast featherlight touches to the top of your clit. He keeps pumping his cockhead into you, getting a little bit deeper with every thrust. But your body aches, knowing how much more he can give you and wanting it all.

“Seems to me,” Sanji riles, “you’re the one who can’t control himself.”

“The difference, Curly,” Zoro snaps, “is she’s mine- and I can fuck her as much as I want.” His hips pick up speed just to prove his point. “I don’t have go sniffing around another man’s woman just to get my dick hard.”

“Remember you said that,” Sanji’s voice drips with arrogance as he leans back on his elbows, “when I make her mine.”

Zoro barks a laugh, “you really think that, don’t you?” He laughs again, “like that would ever happen. Like she’d ever choose you.” Then, lower into something more dangerous, “like I’d ever let her.”

“That’s not up to you.”

“It is,” Zoro tells him. “It’s all up to me. She’s my woman,” he reasserts. “And at some point, I’ll finally get that through your thick fucking skull- one way or another.”

Sanji doesn’t balk at the threat, rather, “don’t talk like that in front of her.”

“Why not?” Zoro challenges. “Think she doesn’t like it?” Zoro’s laugh tips towards menacing as Sanji’s eyes shoot back to your face. “If she didn’t like it, she wouldn’t be about to cum on my cock.” You moan, near to proving him right- his cockhead still fucking you, his finger still flicking at your clit. The dangerously possessive words that drip from his mouth. “You have no idea what my woman likes. And you never will.” He finally increases the pressure at your clit rubbing deeper into you, “there’s a reason she chose me, Curly. It’s the same reason she won’t ever choose you.”

You cum again and you’re weightless, Zoro’s hand coming off your clit to slot beneath your other knee, lifting you from the ground and holding you completely open. There is absolutely nothing hidden from Sanji and he nearly breaks another rule watching your hole pulse around Zoro’s thick shaft. Zoro finally lets you suck him in, giving you more of himself with every squeeze of your pussy.

You feel every inch of him stretch you open as he pushes through your tightening hole. Tears prick at your eyes when his cockhead finally pushes into your sweet spot, pressing into it- his thick shaft dragging as he goes deeper. Your own fingers go back to your clit, two fingers furiously rubbing circles into yourself.

Sanji had seen Zoro’s cock before- glimpses of it during those times he’d watch him having sex with you. But, here pinned beneath him, his eyes are fixed at just how big he is. Thick and long and rigid from root to tip. And your perfect little body is taking every fucking inch of it.

“Look at that,” Zoro praises.

“So full…”

“Not yet. You want it all, right? Want to show him how good you take it?”

“Yes,” you breathe, mind emptying to any sensation beyond the push of Zoro’s cock, “all of it, ‘Ro~”

“Attagirl.” His eyes go back to Sanji, “you heard her. Don’t stop watching.” But, even as he says it, he knows Sanji isn’t going to- is incapable of- looking away. There’s a rush to his ego at how Sanji openly stares at the way his cock disappears into you. “Almost there. Just breathe, baby.”

You feel so inescapably full of him. In the position he has you secured, every inch of him racks you with a sweet ache that settles deep inside, stretching you around his girthy cock. Breathy whimpers tumble atop Sanji as Zoro’s cockhead reaches your cervix and when Zoro gives you the last of his length with a little thrust of his hips, you nearly drool down onto him- stars bursting in your vision. “There we go,” Zoro’s thunderous voice rumbles as deeply as his cock. He holds himself flush against you, letting you adjust to him. “See how good she takes it?” He drops his face to the crown of your head, “it’s not her first time.”

Sanji feels so hot he think his skin might light on fire. His eyes are locked where your pussy grips around the base of Zoro’s cock and he thinks he can just make out the impression of it inside you. Something he’s never been close enough to see before. He wants to touch it. Wants to break Zoro’s rule and rub his hands over the mound of your Venus and press into you to feel Zoro fuck you from the outside. It’d be worth the punishment. He’d let Zoro do whatever he wanted to him. He just needs to fucking feel it. Needs to-

“Don’t,” Zoro warns, but Sanji barely hears him, his hand slowly rising towards you. “Cook,” more firm now, but he’s hardly deterred. “If you touch her,” Zoro leans over you, and your fingers coming off your clit to claw against him in the new angle, “I won’t let her cum.”

Sanji still, Zoro finally threatening him with something Sanji can’t endure the very thought of. “You bastard,” he grunts, hand midair between you.

“She’s so certain you can be trusted with her. So why don’t you prove it?” Zoro’s taunt comes so easy, he sounds as if he can barely be bothered afterall. “You want her to feel good, don’t you? Isn’t that what you said? If you’re being honest, then I guess you better follow the rules.” Zoro’s expression is downright vicious as Sanji’s fingers curl into a fist that drops heavy to his side in loath submission.

“Z-zoro…” you whine, his words finally puncturing the tacky viscosity of your thoughts. “I wanna,” you plead, “wanna cum on you.”

“I know you do, baby,” he consoles. “Why don’t you ask him to be good so I can make you cum?”

“Sanji…” you blink away the stars still lingering in your vision, “please,” your eyes find his- blue and glassy- “I want to cum, you’ll let me right? You… you’ll be good so I can cum? Please, I need to. He’s so deep inside me. I need to cum, Sanji,” you beg him as tears prick the corner of your eyes.

Sanji’s cock thrashes to hear his name entangled with the chorus of your begging, “shit shit shit,” he mutters, looking down at himself- so swollen and red and wet.

“Sanji, please, please,” your body adjusts to Zoro’s penetration, the heat of desperation soothing the sweet ache of it.

“I’m trying, mon amour- fuck,” Sanji curses through his teeth, willing his body to obey. His eyes snap up to Zoro, “you won’t deny her,” he reasons. “You want her to cum as much as I do.”

“Yeah,” Zoro croons, “but I’ll just take her away and finish her off somewhere else. Somewhere far away from you.” Zoro starts bouncing you on his cock, small little movements just to give you taste.

“Need it here, need it now,” your head tilts back against Zoro’s solid body. “More, please.” Zoro gives into you, arms working to drag you up and down his own solid dick- slow and easy.

“Look down, baby,” Zoro orders and your eyes flutter low, catching sight of Sanji’s soiled cock beneath you. “Look how wet he is watching you. I told you he loves it,” Zoro’s words murmur into the top of your head, pace picking up just a little. “Look at his cockhead drip. What color is it?”

Sanji gives you a thrust of his hips- as much as he can, and your lips tremble as you form the words, “so red.”

“That’s right. Just like a nasty dog,” he confirms. “He’s just a mutt desperate to mount you. He’ll take the first chance he gets, baby. He wants to breed you so bad.” You whimper, shaky fingers searching for your clit again. “But you’re my bitch, aren’t you?” Zoro’s tone is so sweet compared to the filth that drips out of his mouth and it makes your pussy clench so tight that Sanji can see it happen. “Go on. Say it.”

“I’m your-“ Zoro thrusts hard into you, shattering your words, “bitch- I’m your bitch.”

Sanji’s hands tangle in his own hair as he falls back onto the towel, back arching hearing such dirty words from the mouth of his sweetest girl. He yanks hard, trying to distract himself from the heat he feels blooming under Zoro’s scrutiny. Under the way he forces you to look down at him. He’s going to light like a fucking match if he doesn’t cum- already feeling the steam coil beneath his skin. He’s never managed to deny himself this hard for this long before. It’s agonizing. It’s torment-

It feels so fucking good. Zoro heavy in his lap, holding you open on top of him. His long cock keeps thrashing, trying to touch you, but Zoro keeps you just out of reach.

Thrill snakes through you as your whole body rises and falls on Zoro’s cock, his strength doing all the effortless work of moving you over him- using your body to fuck himself. As his pace continues steadily rising, your fingers struggle to stay locked to your clit. “Look at that cock,” Zoro orders and Sanji groans. “See it, baby?”

“I see it,” you obey, “I’m looking at it.”

“Imagine it inside of you.” Sanji’s teeth clench, his breath hissing. “Think it would feel good?”

“Yeah…”

Sanji’s heart beats against the bars of his ribs.

“Is it as big as mine?”

“No, Zoro, it’s not,” you confess, mind thickening.

“Think it would fill you up this much?” Zoro’s hips rolls against Sanji’s thighs as he bucks up into you. You shake your head frantically, bobbing with his motion. You breasts feel heavy as they bounce against your chest and Sanji’s mouth waters with the urge to rear up and bite- to open his mouth wide and let them swing on his tongue.

“It’ll feel good, Princess,” Sanji defends. “Promise. I know how to use it. I’ll use it so good on you.”

Zoro ignores him. “Spit on it.” His command is harsh and cuts straight through the cloud in your mind.

“W-what?”

“Spit. On. Him.”

“Don’t,” Sanji barks. “Don’t.”

“Spit on his cock,” Zoro demands again.

Sanji sees you lick your lips as you look down at him, “fuuuck.” He presses the heels of his hands to his eyes and tilts his head back to the forced darkness. “Fucking asshole,” he snarls at Zoro, “you’re trying to make me lose.”

Zoro’s laugh is salaciously sinful, “I don’t have to try. It’s not my fault you’re so god damned depraved.” The loss of his vision only forces his body to feel the look on Zoro’s face roam thick over his blazing skin. “Now, tell her the truth. Tell her you want her to do it.”

“Sanji…?” your sweet voice threads through him, curling softly around Zoro’s edges.

“She’s drooling, Cook,” Zoro teases.

He wants it. He wants it so bad. Wants to feel your spit spray over his aching dick, but he’s so deprived he doesn’t think he can-

You spit.

Hard. Sloppy. Hot. He feels it splatter on his rabid cockhead before he can say anything. Hands over his eyes, the darkness only intensifies the sensation. His breathe rips from his body and even Zoro rises at the reactive thrust of his hips.

“Goood girl~!” Zoro bellows proud, rolling his hips into you, the motion doing nothing to dam the pressure swelling in Sanji about to explode beneath him.

Sanji knows he’s on thin fucking ice, but he can’t help himself. He removes his hands to look up at your face and it doesn’t make it any easier. You look down at him, eyes wide like you’re surprised at yourself- face flushed with a string of drool clinging to your bottom lip. Your tongue rolls over it as your chest rises with panting breath.

“Fucking hell, princess,” Sanji grits out in a heady tone he never uses with you- and it goes straight to your cunt.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” your apology tumbles from your glistening lips.

“Sure don’t feel sorry,” Zoro grunts, his cock thrashing inside you- so intensely turned on- while you squeeze around him.

“Rub yourself, ma chérie. Do it now. Plus vite- faster,” he spurs you to action, feeling the hot tense of his stomach, his whole body trembling with the force of trying to hold off long enough so you can cum.

Your shaky fingers reach to pleasure yourself, but just as your make the slightest contact to your clit, Zoro bucks his hips hard, forcing your arm to drop. You whimper and try again- and again Zoro drives up, shoving you off track. “Stop that,” Sanji hisses at him, knuckles whitening in his fists.

“Stop what? Fucking my girl?” He taunts. “You don’t want me to stop, do you baby?”

“Zoro,” you whine, “not fair.”

“I know, baby,” he coos, “I’m so mean. Forcing you to take my cock. Forcing your little Prince to watch.”

“Please…” your eyes water when he drops you hard onto his cock, fingers reaching up to claw at his skin.

“Please what?”

“Let me cum, please.”

“You want to cum?” You nod. “You want to cum around my cock?” You whimper your affirmation. “You want to cum around my cock on top of Sanji?” Hearing his name from Zoro prefaced with his filthy question makes your whole body shudder. “Well, I’m not stopping you. Go ahead. Show him how you cum on my dick.” Your hands feel heavy as they reach once more.

Tears tip from your eyes when Zoro thrusts again with a dark chuckle to prevent your own touch.

“I’ll do it,” Sanji blurts. “I’ll touch her. I’ll help. Let me.”

“Hm…” Zoro makes a show of considering it, before - “nah.”

“Bastard. You’re making her cry. Can’t you tell how bad she needs it?”

“Oh, I can feel exactly how bad she needs it.”

“Stop denying her to fuck with me,” Sanji jeers.

“Tell you what,” a conniving smile ticks up at the corners of his mouth, “let’s make a deal.” His hips slow as he holds you down in his lap, cock steadying inside. “Pay attention, sweetheart.”

“Yes, Zoro,” you mumble reflexively.

His eyes go back to Sanji, “I’ll let you touch her.” Sanji feels the spark in his chest ignite, fingers twitching, already reaching for you. “I’ll let you make her cum for me.” So close- “Or.” Sanji stills immediately, eyes flitting between Zoro’s devious gaze and his devilish mouth, waiting to hear what else he has to say. “Or,” Zoro continues, “if she can cum on my cock all on her own- without touching herself…” you moan, already protesting- wanting so badly to be touched. “I’ll put her on your cock and use your body to pleasure my woman.”

Sanji’s mind completely blanks as Zoro’s words swim through it. He holds Zoro’s eyes for a heartbeat longer before they slide to yours. You blink a few times, slow to process the words Zoro has tied you all together with. Sanji can see the moment it sinks into you when your eyes drag down to his cock and your mouth parts at the sight. When your gaze goes up to his, your breath hitches- his eyes like liquid gold melting you hot from the inside out.

Sanji sees it when you look at him. You want it. You want him. “You can do it, Princess. You can cum on his cock. You know how, don’t you?” Sanji’s restraint frays as he begs you to give Zoro what he wants to take from him. “You’ve been doing so good, I know you can do it.”

You gasp, feeling another torturous squeeze around Zoro’s girthy cock. Fresh tears prick hot at your eyes, “I can do it. I can do it, ‘Ro.”

“No touching,” he reminds.

“No touching,” you acquiesce. “I’ll do it- I’m good for you. Just…” you pause, breath thinning, throat tightening, “just fuck me hard.”

Sanji sees the wide black of Zoro’s eyes swallow up the color as his own restraint snaps- entirely incapable of not giving you exactly what you just asked him for. Zoro snaps his hips into you, bearing you down onto his dick to meet his own thrusts. Sanji’s whole body vibrates with the power he fucks into you.

Zoro adjusts the angle he pumps to keep you from tipping from his grasp, his fingers gripping tight at the plush curves of your thighs- your legs trembling with how wide he spreads you open. Your eyes flutter and your body completely slacks in his hold, letting him do what he does best- brute forcing the pleasure into your needy little body. Your mind empties, pearls of drool pooling at the corners of your mouth as you completely succumb to frantic ecstasy he drives into you.

“Yeah, I can do that,” he growls, “I’ll fuck you hard, baby, just the way you like. The way you always beg me for.” Zoro drives his cockhead straight into your sweet spot, “There it is,” he sounds when you cry out. “-fuck you right in that special little spot. Make you cum all over my fucking dick.”

“Do it,” Sanji spurs. “She’s ‘your woman’, right? Prove you deserve her.”

“Shut the hell up,” Zoro voice is thick with the pleasure he’s losing himself in.

“Prove you’re a man and make her fucking cum.”

Zoro leans over your shoulder and spits onto Sanji’s dick, “bold words from the pathetic cuck under me.” Sanji watches Zoro’s spit roll off the tip of his dick, eyes hot. “Gonna cry?” Zoro goads him further, “you wanna cum so bad, go ahead. Let’s see how much you can give us.”

“It’s not for you, prick.”

“You sure? You can barely take your eyes off my dick.” As if to prove his point, Sanji’s traitorous eyes drop down where Zoro plows into you, mouth watering at the creamy white ring foaming at the base of his cock- praying it drips down onto him.

“You started this,” Sanji snaps. “You’re the one who got on top of me- put your hands on my cock.” He grins wickedly up at Zoro, “how long you been wanting to do this, huh? Bet you’ve been thinking about it for a long time. Fucking our girl on top of me-“

“She’s not ‘ours,’ ” Zoro snarls, “she’s mine-”

“Yet she wants to get on my cock and you’re the one who’s gonna put her there.”

“Oh, fuck~” your soft voice silences both men as they give you their rapt attention. The pressure builds rapidly at the way Zoro pumps straight into that spongy spot, so hard you feel it at the backside of your clit. While you usually try to diffuse their arguments, something about hearing them fight over you right now sends intense heat through the pit of your stomach, near ready to gush.

“Shit, getting tight,” Zoro’s body tenses and you know he’s chasing you over the edge.

“Cum, Princess,” Sanji encourages. “I know you can. I know you want to. Cum on his cock so you can cum on mine.”

“Zoro~” his name falls from your open mouth as your whole body shudders.

“Let’s do it, baby. Together, yeah?”

“Yes,” you breathe, “cum inside me, fill me up~” Zoro’s chest presses heavy with his breathe into your back.

Sanji’s voice floats featherlight up to Zoro, softer than you’ve ever heard before, “be good to her, Zoro. Cum inside our girl.”

Zoro throws his head back and his voice is guttural thunder that rumbles deep into your bones. His cock thrashes hard inside you- the final push you needed to tip over the edge. As your pussy clamps down around him, you feel the hot spurt of his cum flood inside you, his cock twitching hot and heavy with every exhale.

Zoro continues to fuck you through it, the wet heat of your cum so delicious on his dick. It creams over his shaft and finally Sanji’s prayers are answered as it rains down on top of him. But, he’s made it this far, he won’t lose now- not when he’s so close to having you.

“A-ah~” you start to cry when the pleasure tips into over-stimulation and Zoro slows his thrusts, seating you down into his lap.

He presses kisses to the crown of your head, folding his body to place them into the curve of your shoulder. “Such a good girl,” he praises. “Good job, baby,” more kisses, softer- sweeter- “did so good for me.” You whimper, pleasant chills rising where his lips skim over your skin- the gentleness a complete change from the grueling pleasure he just forged in your body.

“Ma chérie,” Sanji breathes, “you are a vision. Tu es belle.” Your lashes flutter, eyes blinking him into focus and your heart flips at the way he looks up at with complete, open, adoration. It warms through your chest and soothes away the jagged edges that linger in the distant corner of your clearer mind. “Thank you, Princess.” His gratitude is boundless for the blessings you’ve bestowed upon him.

“I’m gonna pull out of you, baby,” Zoro speaks low, lips still lingering near the sweet curve of your neck. Slowly, he begins to lift you off of him, your body hugging tight, not so eager to let go. “Shh, you’re okay- I got you.” Droplets of your mixture slides down Zoro’s shaft and drips onto Sanji. Gently he pulls himself out to the tip, holding you there for a moment like he also can’t stand to be separating from you.

But, with a wet little pop! he does. His cock falls heavy on top of Sanji’s, forcing a moan before he can stop it. Zoro hold you open, spread and unplugged so the mixture of your cum pours out atop Sanji’s cock. He bounces you in his hands, coaxing more to fall. Sanji breathes heavy, watching it drip in thick ribbons from your hole, feeling the silky caress flowing onto his needy erection- Zoro’s heated cock twitching next to his. “Ho mon dieu,” he whines, heat pricking his eyes.

Sanji’s so close. To having you. To cumming. “I can’t take it anymore,” he surrenders. “I can’t, mon amour.”

Zoro pulls his hips back, cock dragging away and he’s filled with something unnamed when Sanji whimpers silently at the loss of it.

“You still want it?” Zoro asks you and Sanji prays that you do.

Your eyes find his and your gazes soften, a thread tugging between your hearts as you silently acknowledge that things have been irrevocably changed. “I want it,” and you aren’t simply talking about his body. Your voice settles deep in his soul and there’s heat at his eyes for a whole new reason. The relief that washes through him is palpable and even Zoro’s body seems to ease a little.

“Beg for it,” Zoro’s command is soft, but certain.

“Zoro…” your tired voice reaches for him, “he’s had enough.” Sanji’s heart flips at the way you defend him.

Zoro places a kiss to the crown of your head, holding Sanji’s gaze. “I need to know,” he speaks into your soft hair, “if he’s learned his lesson.”

The two men stare quietly at each other for a moment before Sanji relents. “Please,” he begs. “I need her. You know I need her- that I’ve always needed her,” his voice is quiet as a confessional. “Zoro, please, let me. I’m begging you. Let me have her. Let me feel her. I can’t… I can’t take it anymore. I’m losing my mind.” His voice wavers, “I’ll be good to her, you know I will. You know how I feel. Let me show her.”

“Sanji,” his name is a sigh on your lips he wants to fall into.

Zoro sighs, a hum in his chest vibrating against your spine. He’s pleased with Sanji’s answer- finally. Pleased that Sanji begged him. Asked him- not you. Pleased that he solicited Zoro’s permission to let him have something of you instead of trying to steal it behind his back. “Don’t forget this,” he warns.

“I won’t,” Sanji tells him, “I understand. I won’t forget.”

“Present yourself for her,” he orders with an easy, low voice, still thick with pleasure.

For the first time, Sanji’s hand finds his cock, wrapping around the base and holding himself straight and steady. “For you, Princess,” his heart thumps. You suck in a nervous breath and Sanji feels himself pulse in his hand. “I won’t last long,” a warning to you both.

“Neither will she.” Zoro suspends you over the tip of Sanji’s cock. “Remember,” he tells him, “I’m using you to please my woman. This isn’t about you. So just lay there and take what you’re given- don’t get greedy.”

“I understand,” Sanji concedes, not willing to waste the time arguing.

Zoro begins lowering you onto Sanji’s cock and you moan at the feeling of his cockhead easily slipping into your soaked pussy. Sanji sees the stars as you begin to envelop him- shooting across the sky of his vision at the first welcoming squeeze of your body inviting him in deeper. But, Zoro keeps his weight heavy on on Sanji and controls the descent of your body. Both of you are completely at his mercy as he decides the pace for you.

“S-sanji,” you whimper.

“I’m inside you, Princess,” he breathes like he can’t actually believe it’s happening. “You feel so good- so warm- so perfect.”

Zoro blesses him with another inch deeper before he pauses, “good, baby?”

“So good,” you tell him. “More, ‘Ro.”

“More,” Sanji seconds your plea, “give us more.”

“Try to hold on,” Zoro says and you’re not sure which of you he’s talking to. He huffs a little laugh when you both nod.

When Sanji’s curved cock bumps into your sweet spot- still so sensitive from the brutal attention Zoro just gave it- your body jolts in Zoro’s hands, clenching hard around Sanji. “Putain-!” Sanji bites.

“Easy,” Zoro soothes, continuing to drop you lower-lower-lower. Sanji’s cock touches you in ways you’re not accustomed to- so used to only Zoro. The new sensation mixed with the sweet ache of your recently fucked cunt creates an overpowering intensity inside.

When Sanji finally bottoms out, Zoro gently places your trembling legs down on either side of Sanji’s hips. He keeps his large hands at your waist to steady you, your own weight returning heavy to your exhausted body. You settle in Sanji’s lap, so warm and wet- tipping your head back, just relishing in the feeling of him inside you.

“How does he feel?”

“Oh, Zoro,” you sigh, “so good. He’s… he’s touching me,” your mind is too thick to find the right way to explain how it feels.

“Different?” Zoro rubs his hands soothingly over your hips.

You nod, “different… I’ve never felt anything like it…”

Sanji’s cock twitches inside of you, “mon amour~ I’m in heaven~” Your hand reaches for him and Sanji’s eyes quickly flit to Zoro. Only when he nods his permission, does Sanji clasp his hand to yours, twining your fingers tight. He tests the boundary by rising just far enough to place a kiss to your fingers- letting his lips linger there when Zoro doesn’t push him off. “You have always had my heart,” he tells you gently and yours rises in response. “Now, you have my body.” Yours echoes him with a comforting hug that holds him deep within.

There is a lot in his words. They swim through you and wrap heavy around your heart. Zoro knows you well enough to know that if you dwell on them too much, you will fall out of this moment. And he doesn't want that.

Because whatever he feels about Sanji right now is no match for the way he feels about you.

And he is not going to let this whole thing come crashing atop you- not now. Not while you’re in it. Whatever happens after will happen after, but he is not going to let it touch you here. He’d sooner let Sanji do that, without question.

Zoro’s hands start guiding your hips into a gentle rocking motion- back and forth - atop Sanji. You lean back against him, fingers tightening in Sanji’s. You feel him squirm beneath you, but- “hold still, Cook.” There’s no heat to it, but Sanji obeys the best he can. Then softer for you, “just relax.” You do as he says, letting Zoro do the work of moving your body, gently fucking Sanji’s cock into you.

“Feels so good,” you sigh.

Sanji’s thumb brushes delicately over your hand, his voice thick, “I’m gonna cum soon, mon amour.”

“Stay~” your eyes find his, “stay with me.”

Sanji feels the stutter of Zoro’s hands in the motion against his cock, “you want me to cum inside, Princess?”

Your free hand lands gently atop Zoro’s at your waist and your turn your head to nuzzle back into him, “you’ll let him, won’t you?”

And although Zoro knows he might regret it later, he’s never been able to deny you anything. “I’ll let him,” he consents. “But only if you cum first.”

“Ladies first~” Sanji agrees.

“Will you help me this time, ‘Ro?”

“I’ll help you, sweetheart,” he promises, the palm of his hand soothing over your hip before sliding towards your center. “Keep your eyes on your Prince, okay?” his voice is so gentle for you that it doesn’t truly settle in your mind what he’s said.

A soft smile graces your lips as your eyes meet Sanji’s- a warm dusting of rose across his cheeks. Zoro’s words had settled into him- in more places than his mind, something blooming and aching in his chest.

Zoro barely brushes his fingers over your clit when the stars burst in your vision, the tender bud so achingly neglected finally receiving the attention it so desperately craved. He presses two fingers to your clit, slowly increasing the pressure and Sanji’s cock dances to the chorus of your shameless pleasure. Your body trembles atop him, liquefying on his hips- Zoro’s one hand at your waist and Sanji's clasped to yours are the only things keeping you upright.

Zoro uses his hand to rock your hips, timing with the slow roll of his fingers. You feel Sanj’s cock jumping inside you, every lurch touching someplace new. “Faster~” Zoro moves you faster on top of Sanji, his own body shuddering with the pace. The increased motion has Sanji sliding in and out of you, his curved cock dragging a precise sort of pleasure to the most sensitive inner places that you’ve never been able to touch before. “So good, Sanji,” you tell him, and he nearly loses his mind watching you lose yours on his body.

Zoro’s breath is hot on your shoulder and his cock is sticky against your lower back- still wet enough that it glides over your skin where he lightly humps. Sanji can feel it, can feel Zoro timing the rock of his own body with yours, rubbing himself against you. For a moment, all three of you fall into a synchronized rhythm- and though not all of you would admit it, none of you wanted to leave it.

“I’m gonna cum,” the words are rapture from your lips that seals the fate of both men worshiping at the alter of your pleasure.

Zoro keeps himself pressed close against your back, wanting to feel the wave over the shore of his body. Sanji stares up in complete reverence of your divine figure descended upon him with the weight of heaven’s own rhapsody.

“Sanji…” you bless him again and he sacrifices the air in his lungs. “I’m gonna…”

His palm presses into yours, “you are the light of my life,” he confesses, hoping it reaches your heart. “Faisons l'amour- let us make love, mon cœur.”

The moment the release of your feelings pulses around him, Sanji flies up- his hand cupping your face, forehead pressed to yours as he follows, filling you up with truth of his devotion. You breathe each other’s air, panting breaths cycling through your mouths as you cum together. Sanji’s cum is so hot inside you that it tingles up your spine and there’s another splash of warmth on your back when Zoro silently follows- never one to stray far from wherever you are.

Your eyes are brilliant and beautiful and glassy as they gaze into his- and Sanji wants so badly to kiss you. Your crystalline gaze lingers at his lips in expectation and it spears through his heart to deny the press of them. But, he knows that would be too far - for Zoro.

He can’t push him now lest Zoro rip you away and keep you from him. Sanji would continue to fight for you as he always has, of course, but if he’s not careful this fragile thing could shatter into something that would slice through your heart and he’s not willing to risk that.

Zoro bows his back as he drops his head fully into the crook of your neck, burying his face in the gentle slope of your figure. His arms wrap around your body and there’s a long breathe that falls from his lungs. The anger is leaving him- trickling out of his body in pearlescent strands down the small of your back. Leaving in it’s wake something that stings a little sharper- something that settles a little heavier over his shoulders. And as Sanji feels the way Zoro folds your body into him, his face still hidden from the world- he realizes for the second time that he is, ultimately, in control of how this ends.

So instead of a kiss, Sanji lets his thumb graze over the sweet bow of your lips, hoping the touch can trace the promise there. ‘Not now, but soon.’ His heart tells him you feel the silent vow when you press your kiss to the pads of his fingers.

Sanji lets a sincere smile grace his face- voice bubbling up with the elation he’ll allow himself to feel. “Mon amour~” he lilts, “how was that~? Did I relieve your tension~?” The receding tide of lust leaves room for bashfulness, as you blush pretty under his words. “How about another massage~”

Zoro huffs, but you feel the slow draw of his lips as the private smile slides against your skin. He drops it before bringing his eyes up to Sanji’s- where they hold gazes for a moment- before reaching up and lightly shoving him back, forcing a bit of distance between him and you. “What did I say about being greedy.”

Sanji holds his body sloped at an angle, strong core keeping him from falling back onto the towel- the movement changes the press of his cock still half hard inside you, making you whimper a little. “I didn’t break any of your shitty rules,” he grins as if he’s actually proud of himself about that. “So I proved I can be alone with her.”

“Hardly,” Zoro scoffs. “If you think after this I’m going to let you anywhere near her without me- you’re dead wrong.”

“Why?” Sanji grin betrays his taunt, “afraid she’ll come onto me? Now that she knows what that feels like, I know she’ll want more.” Sanji winks at you, deepening your blush.

“You’re not helping your case, Curly,” Zoro grunts. “Now that you know what she feels like, I know I’ll have to pry you off with a damn crowbar if I let you get your hands on her again.” He rolls his eyes, “if anything, you’re about to be more insufferable than you ever were…” Zoro angles his face to look at you, hand rising to tenderly touch your chin, “…now that you know how good it feels to sink your cock in my pretty girl.”

“And who’s fault is that?” Sanji quips, a rise to his curled brow. “Who put her on my cock?” His eyes slide down where it’s still buried inside you. “Who’s keeping her there now~?”

Zoro scowls, eyes flitting downwards as if just remembering that Sanji is, in fact, still deep inside your pussy. But, you’re so blissfully fucked out, leaned back against Zoro’s chest that your eyes have begun to flutter- body pleasantly heavy. While it’s usually an annoyance, for some reason the spark of their banter lights warmth through your chest and eases out a sigh that’s been locked somewhere behind the cage of your ribs.

“Pull out,” Zoro orders.

“No,” Sanji answers. There’s an annoyed twitch to Zoro’s brow and he opens his mouth, but Sanji beats him to it. “Look at peaceful she looks with my cock inside her,” he coos. “So sweet, so happy~” Sanji’s eyes shine as he looks at you. “You don’t wanna take that away from her, do you?” He gives your hand a little reassuring squeeze, “you just stay right where you are as long as you want to, Princess.”

“Zoro~” your soft voice lilts up to him and his attention immediately yanks away from Sanji and sweeps over you.

“Sweetheart,” he breathes, soft and low- a voice that is only meant for you that he allows Sanji to hear.

Your eyes are still lidded, body slumped against him and Zoro knows you need to rest. “Kiss,” your request is a single word as your voice rapidly fades.

Zoro smiles warmly, adjusting you in his hold to cradle your face, bringing his lips down to yours. He kisses you slow and deep- the promise of his lips so unyielding and true. Sanji watches with a pang in his chest just how tenderly Zoro kisses you- so intimately at odds with everything else about him.

Sanji knows how in love Zoro is with you. How in love you are with him. But what he doesn’t know is how he could ever fit into it. How there could ever be enough room in your heart to love him that way? How he could ever find a place between you? “I love you.” Sanji pretends the words are for him, but the crack in his chest tells him they're not.

“I love you,” Zoro presses the words to your lips, letting the shape of them settle over your mouth.

For the first time, in all the times Sanji has spent spying on the two of you- only now does he feel the vulnerable weight of guilt. Even as he lays beneath you, his cock still warm inside your body… Watching the two of you gently declare your love after what the three of you just shared slices through something delicate inside him.

That, he thinks, is the lesson he was meant to learn.

The lesson Zoro has been trying to teach him.

Sanji can’t come between the two of you. There’s nothing he can do to move your heart from Zoro’s grasp. All he can settle for is a place beneath you- beneath your love and below the man you chose instead of him.

And he will. No matter the way it twists sick in his belly, he will settle for what he is allowed. And he will beg for the privilege of your affection. Because he doesn’t deserve it- but he so desperately wants to be worthy of it- of you. He will lie on his back and give himself up again and again and again for the honor of knowing your pleasure.

For the fantasy that he could be, truly- completely- yours, even if only for a moment.

For the dream that one day Zoro himself would think Sanji deserving enough for even a taste of what he has.

Your fingers reflexively tighten around Sanji’s as Zoro deepens the kiss, forcing him to stay tethered to the intimacy the two of you are slipping away from him into. Somewhere far and further than he can reach. Somewhere he has not been invited. If only he could-

Zoro breaks the kiss suddenly, sitting up and glaring off into the distance. The serious look that washes over his face immediately pings Sanji’s instincts and violently rips him from his self loathing spiral.

Zoro’s eyes narrow with predatory focus.

“What is it?” Sanji asks, body already heating up, preparing for whatever threat Zoro has latched onto. Preparing to fight. Zoro’s hands tighten around you. Preparing to protect.

But then, in an instant, Zoro breathes. The predaceous expression falling from his face- but a concerned tightness takes it’s place. “They’re almost here.”

The ice of clarity washes through Sanji’s veins, “shit.”

You blink, taking a moment to let the words sink in- eyes widening and face paling as they do. “Zoro-” Your voice rises with a worry that has Sanji moving.

“Shh, it’s okay, baby,” Zoro soothes, arms wrapping around your waist.

Sanji brushes a thumb over your cheek, “I’m going to come out now, okay, Princess?”

You nod, a sweet pout at your bottom lip. Zoro lifts you slowly, rising off Sanji’s body so he can move out from beneath him. You whine when you feel Sanji fall from you. “I know, Princess. Just for now, okay?” He pulls his shorts back up, tying them in place and Zoro makes quick work of tying your bathing suit back on.

You dress quickly, but there’s no hiding the evidence of what’s happened here- still sticking to your skin and lingering in the air. “Take her to the ship,” Zoro orders Sanji, who hesitates only for a moment before bringing you into his arms.

The look that passes between the two men says more than either of them know how and Sanji knows Zoro is trusting him with something he didn’t intend to. And Sanji is not going to let it be misplaced. “How long?”

Zoro cocks his head to the side, “three minutes,” he informs. “Can you…?”

“Yeah. I’ve got her.”

“I just... I can’t close the distance as fast and I want to her off this beach now.” He takes the towel from sand, stained and soaked through with further proof of what’s happened here.

Sanji holds you like his own bride, your arms wrapped around his neck, "I've got her, Mosshead," he assures you both.

Zoro places a hand at his shoulder as he bows his head in front of him to drop a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll be right behind you,” Zoro promises.

You nod, trusting him even as nervous little butterflies flutter around inside when realization begins crashing back down around you. “We’ll be waiting for you,” you tell him.

Zoro smiles at you and then looks up at Sanji as he straightens, his hand squeezing at Sanji’s shoulder. “Go.”

He’s off in a flash, ferrying you back to the ship and back to the reality that exists outside the shade of that umbrella. A reality he’s not sure he’s ready to return to. But none of you knew how to explain this to each other, let alone the rest of the crew.

Sanji’s back on the ship with dizzying speed, your eyes closed- still so lightheaded from all the exertion. But, Sanji doesn’t let you down until he’s reached your room, the door softly closing behind him.

Gently, he sits you upon the floor in your private bathroom, filling the tub with warm water. He take a cloth from the stack and wrings it out in the sink before kneeling down before you. Your fingers thread through his soft hair as he drags the cloth lightly over your skin, cleaning the mix of fluid from your thighs- and the one Zoro left at your back. You hum contently at the gentle way he washes you. He tugs at the strings of your bathing suit Zoro had hastily tied so he can clean your more intimate parts. You hiss a little as the cloth slips between your folds, “sensitive,” you whine.

Sanji presses a kiss atop each of your thighs, “I know, Princess, just relax.” When Sanji finishes wiping you down, he turns the off the water at the tub, testing the temperature before gently easing you over. “Here, mon cœur- come.” You grab his outstretched hand and let him guide you into the water. He holds you tight as you sit down into it, the heat revealing every bit of sweet soreness that’s bloomed in your body. “There you go,” Sanji soothes, positioning himself at the head of the tub and urging you to lay back against it, “nice and easy, darling.” He places a kiss atop the crown of your head.

You sigh as you settle in, the water leveling up to your shoulders in the deep tub. You can hear the rustle of Sanji behind you as he discards his own soiled clothes and scrubs himself clean far less gently than he did you.

Sanji crouches naked at the head of the tub, hands finding your shoulders as he begins massaging in the familiar patterns he made this morning. Immediately, you sigh into his touch, whole body easing under his hands. “Sanji~” he presses another kiss to your soft hair as your hand rises out of the water to lay over his. “Come in with me…” the request is quiet, uncertain that he’ll say yes.

But, Sanji has never been able to deny you anything. He guides you to sit up a little as he steps in, sinking down behind you- settling you between his thighs, and leaning you back into his chest. The tub fits you both comfortably, built to accommodate Zoro’s larger body. Sanji cups the water in his hand and lets it dribble over the exposed skin of your collar. There aren’t many words that pass between you, both of you still unsure what to say- and you’re back to fighting the shadow of sleep as you relax into the safety of Sanji’s warm embrace.

He rubs his hands soothingly over your body, placing gentle kisses to the slope of your shoulder- lips pressing to the same spot he left his stolen kiss earlier when his hands were first roaming your body.

The bathroom door opens quietly and you don’t even react, breathes evening out, eyes too heavy to look and see. Sanji unapologetically wraps his arms around you, folding you into himself, a rush of pride at the contented sigh you give him.

“So,” Zoro’s voice is low and thick as the heat. “You didn’t learn anything at all.”

Sanji grins as his eyes slice through the steam. He holds Zoro’s gaze as he drops another defiant kiss to the crown of your head in answer.

Already hoping for another lesson.

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cw: choking in various forms, rough, oral, breeding

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