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You put the book aside and stood. He watched you like he expected you to ask him what happened, and you didn’t. You just took his hat off, placed it on the desk, and reached up to push your fingers through his hair.

For a second, he stayed perfectly still, then his eyes shut.

“You’re eating,” you said.

“I’m not hungry.”

“You’re eating.”

“I’m your captain.”

“And I’m very impressed. Sit down.”

His mouth twitched like he wanted to argue, but he was too tired to make it worth the effort. He sat on the edge of the bed while you brought him the bowl from the little warmer you had stolen from the galley. Rice, broth, fish. Nothing fancy. Nothing heavy.

Law stared at it. “You poisoned this?”

“I considered it, but Bepo looked sad.”

“Mm. Weak.”

You sat beside him and held the bowl until he took it. He ate slowly at first, like he was doing it only to shut you up. You kept your fingers in his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp between pauses, and the longer you did it, the more his posture sank.

Not enough for anyone else to notice.

Enough for you.

There were entire confessions in the way Law accepted being touched without making a miserable comment about it.

When the bowl was empty, you took it from him and placed it aside. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, face hidden in his hands. You kept stroking his hair.

Neither of you said anything for a while.

The Polar Tang hummed around you, deep and steady under the sea. The sound filled the room, safer than silence, gentler than the things neither of you wanted to name.

Eventually he turned his head just enough that his cheek rested against your thigh.

You looked down at him. “That’s new.”

“Shut up.”

“You’re cuddling my leg.”

“I’m resting.”

“On me.”

“Mm.”

You smiled, but you didn’t tease him further. Your fingers slid through his hair again, slower now, nails barely touching his scalp. He exhaled through his nose, quiet and rough.

It should not have felt intimate, but it did.

He turned his face slightly, and his lips brushed the inside of your wrist.

You stopped breathing for half a second.

His eyes opened, sharp even half-dead with exhaustion. For a moment, he looked at your wrist like he hadn’t meant to do that. Like his body had moved before his control returned.

Then, because he was impossible, he did it again.

A warmer kiss.

Your fingers tightened in his hair. “Law.”

“Problem?”

His voice was low, tired, almost bored. You hated him a little. “No.”

“Then stop looking offended.”

“I’m not offended.”

“You look like you’re trying to decide whether to hit me or climb me.”

You stared at him. He looked back, deadpan, mouth barely curved.

“You’re the worst man alive.”

“Probably.”

Then he kissed your palm. Not quickly. Not as a joke. His mouth pressed there like he was testing your pulse, your patience, both.

Heat crawled up your arm.

He pulled back just enough to look at you properly. His eyes were dark, shadowed from lack of sleep, but clearer now. More present. More dangerous in the quiet way.

“You’re still thinking too loudly,” he murmured.

“I’m thinking you should sleep.”

“I was.”

“You were kissing my hand.”

“Multitasking.”

You laughed under your breath, and something in his face changed. He reached for you then, one hand closing around your hip, and pulled you down with him under the blanket. It was clumsy only because he was exhausted. Law being clumsy felt illegal.

You ended up half beside him, half on him, your knee between his legs, his arm around your waist. The blanket slipped over both of you, trapping heat fast.

“This is a terrible sleeping position,” you said.

“Then leave.”

His hand spread over your back and held you there.

You looked down at him. “You are very bad at bluffing.”

“I’m excellent at bluffing.”

“You’re literally holding me hostage.”

“You’re not resisting.”

Fair.

His mouth found your wrist again, then your forearm, slow little kisses that did not match the sharpness of his face at all. You watched him do it, feeling each one settle lower in your stomach.

Comfort turned strange that way. One moment you were keeping him together. The next, his lips were on your skin and the air was too warm and his hand had slipped beneath the back of your shirt.

His fingers were ice cold.

Law’s mouth twitched against your arm. “Sensitive?”

“Your hands are freezing.”

“I’m a doctor.”

“That explains nothing.”

“It explains enough.”

His hand flattened against your lower back, then slid up, warmer now from your skin. He touched you like he was still trying not to ask for anything. Like he could make this practical if he moved carefully enough.

You leaned down and kissed him.

That broke the last useful thought in the room.

He kissed back slowly at first, his mouth firm and tired, one hand cupping the back of your neck. Then your fingers tugged lightly in his hair and he made a sound so low you almost missed it.

You didn‘t miss the way his grip tightened.

“Do that again,” he said against your mouth.

You smiled. “Ask nicer.”

His eyes opened. Exhausted, half-wrecked, still somehow arrogant enough to ruin your life. “You’re warm, fed, and in my bed,” he said. “Don’t get ambitious.”

“You dragged me here.”

“I made a medical decision.”

“Was kissing my palm also medical?”

“Your circulation looked poor.”

You laughed, and he kissed you harder to shut you up.

His hand slid under your shirt again, and this time he didn’t stop at your back. His palm moved over your waist, your ribs, then higher, dragging heat after it. He gave you just enough time to pull away. His thumb brushed under your breast, light enough to be cruel.

Your breath caught.

Law’s mouth paused against yours. “Still fine?” he asked, quiet now.

You nodded once.

His eyes narrowed. “Words.”

“Yes,” you said. “Still fine.”

Then his hand covered you properly, and the sound that left you was embarrassingly soft.

He kissed your jaw, your throat, the spot below your ear, while his thumb moved slowly over your nipple through the thin fabric. Not rushed. Not sloppy. Precise enough to make your hips shift without permission.

His thigh slid between yours under the blanket, pressing up just enough to make you tense.

You broke the kiss with a shaky breath. “Law.”

“I know.”

That was the problem. He always knew.

His hand left your chest and slid down over your stomach. Slow. Warm now. His fingers traced the waistband of your shorts like he was considering the most annoying possible way to take you apart.

You grabbed his wrist. He stopped immediately. For half a second, his face went still. Careful. Too careful. Then you guided his hand lower.

“Brat,” he murmured.

“You were taking too long.”

“I was being considerate.”

“You were being evil.”

“That too.”

His fingers slipped beneath the fabric.

Your whole body went hot.

Law watched your face as he touched you over your panties first, slow pressure between your thighs, finding the wet warmth there. His mouth parted slightly, the smallest crack in his composure.

“You’re soaked,” he said, low.

Your face burned. “Don’t sound surprised.”

“I’m not.”

“You sound proud.”

“I am.”

You should have had a comeback. You did not. Because his fingers moved, and the blanket made everything worse. The heat. The closeness. The tiny space where every breath hit his mouth and every movement rubbed your body against his. His hand stayed steady between your thighs, stroking you through the damp fabric, watching you try not to fall apart too quickly.

“You’re quiet now,” he said.

“I hate you.”

“Mm. Of course.”

His fingers pushed your panties aside and your nails dug into his shoulder.

He exhaled once, controlled but rough, when he felt you bare. His fingers slid through you slowly, gathering slick heat before circling your clit with the kind of patience that made you want to bite him.

You buried your face against his neck.

He let you for exactly three seconds, then his free hand caught your jaw and tilted your face back. “Don’t hide.”

“You are annoying.”

“You knew that already.” His fingers circled again, a little firmer, and your hips rocked into his hand.

That made his eyes drop. There was something devastatingly hot about him like this. Still tired. Still half-dressed. Still acting like he had control while his breathing slowly betrayed him. His hair was messy from your fingers. His shirt was wrinkled. His gaze kept moving between your face and the shape of your body shifting under the blanket.

He touched you like he had all the time in the world. Like the world outside his cabin had finally shut up.

When one finger slipped inside you, your breath snapped.

Law kissed the corner of your mouth. “There?”

You nodded.

“Words.”

“Yes.”

His mouth brushed yours. “Good.”

He worked you open slowly, one finger at first, then two, his palm pressed against your clit with every shallow thrust. Not rough. Not gentle either. Intentional. The kind of touch that made your thighs tighten around his wrist.

“You’re making this difficult,” he muttered.

You laughed breathlessly. “For you?”

“For my self-control.”

Your eyes opened, and for once you caught him before he could hide it. The hunger in his face. The strain in his jaw. The way his hips had shifted closer without him seeming to notice.

“Oh,” you whispered.

“Don’t.”

“You’re turned on.”

His stare went flat. “Excellent medical deduction.”

“You’re really turned on.”

“You want me to stop?”

“No.”

“Then stop talking.”

But you felt him against your thigh now, hard and hot through his clothes, and the knowledge made your body clench around his fingers.

Law inhaled. His eyes sharpened. “You did that on purpose.”

“I didn’t.”

“Liar.”

His fingers curled inside you.

You gasped, hand flying to his shoulder, and his mouth found your throat again. He kissed you there messily now, less controlled, teeth grazing skin as his fingers kept their slow, ruthless pace.

Under the blanket, your hips moved against his hand. His palm rubbed your clit every time his fingers pushed deeper. You were hot everywhere, trapped between his body and the blanket and his voice near your ear.

“You’re close,” he said.

You hated how calm he sounded.

You hated more that he was right. “Shut up.”

“Very close.”

“Law.”

“Mm.”

A laugh broke out of you, shaky and breathless, and he kissed it straight from your mouth. His fingers moved faster then. Just enough. The angle changed, his thumb pressing directly against your clit, and your body went tight.

You grabbed his hair and he groaned, not a neat little sound. Not controlled. Low, rough, dragged out of him before he could stop it.

That was what pushed you over.

You came against his hand with your face pressed into his neck, trying to keep quiet and failing in small, broken sounds. Law held you through it, fingers slowing but not stopping too fast, his mouth at your temple, his voice low and close.

“There,” he murmured. “That’s it.”

Your whole body shuddered.

“You’re evil,” you whispered again, weaker this time.

His lips brushed your hair. “You keep saying that.”

“Because it keeps being true.”

He was quiet for a moment. His fingers slipped out of you slowly, and you felt the loss of them in a way that made your stomach twist. Then he pulled back just enough to look at you.

The exhaustion was still there, but underneath it was something rawer. Needier. Law, caught between wanting to pretend he was unaffected and being very obviously affected.

You looked down. His belt was still fastened. His shirt still buttoned. He looked unfairly composed for someone who had just ruined you with his hand. “That seems unbalanced,” you said.

His mouth twitched. “You’re recovering fast.”

“I’m talented.”

“You’re annoying.”

“You’re hard.”

The silence after that was deeply satisfying. Law stared at you.

You smiled.

For once, he did not have an immediate answer. Then his hand caught your waist and pulled you closer until your thigh pressed between his legs. He shut his eyes for one second, jaw flexing.

You moved against him lightly.

He sucked in a breath.

“Oh,” you said softly. “Sensitive?”

His eyes opened. “Careful.”

“No.”

“No?”

You reached down between you and worked his belt open under the blanket. Your fingers were less elegant than his, mostly because your hands were still shaking. Law watched you struggle for three seconds before looking personally offended.

“You’re going to break it.”

“I am not.”

“You’re attacking it.”

“It’s dark under here.”

“It’s a belt, not an enemy.”

“Help or shut up.”

He huffed a tired laugh and helped, undoing it with one hand like an irritating show-off. You pushed his pants open just enough to slip your hand inside.

The moment your fingers wrapped around him, his entire body went still.

He was hot in your hand, hard and heavy, and the sound he made when you stroked him once was almost silent. Almost.

You kissed his jaw. “There?”

His eyes cut to yours. “Don’t start.”

You stroked him again, slower, and his forehead dropped briefly against yours.

That shut both of you up.

The room got quiet except for breathing. Yours uneven. His controlled until it wasn’t. Your hand moved beneath the blanket, fingers sliding over him, learning what made his mouth tighten, what made his hips shift, what made his grip on your waist go almost too firm before he forced himself to ease up.

He was beautiful like this in the worst way. Still trying to hold himself together while letting you touch him. Still trying to be Law about it, even with his breath breaking against your mouth.

You kissed him softly.

He kissed back harder. His hand returned between your thighs, slick fingers finding you again, and you jolted. “You’re sensitive,” he murmured.

“I just came.”

His mouth curved faintly. “You’re welcome.”

You squeezed him in warning.

His smugness died immediately.

Worth it.

He groaned against your mouth, hips pushing into your hand before he could stop himself. His fingers pressed against your clit again, slower now, less calculated, more distracted. That made it hotter. Law losing precision because your hand was around his cock felt like something you should put in a museum.

A terrible museum.

For horrible people.

You moved together under the blanket, messy in a quiet way. Your hand stroking him. His fingers rubbing you. His mouth dragging over yours, then your cheek, then your throat. Neither of you fully undressed. Neither of you needed to. It felt almost more intimate like this, half-hidden and overheated, clinging to each other in the small private dark.

His voice dropped near your ear. “Can you come again?”

Your stomach clenched. “Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“You’re very demanding for a man I fed rice to.”

His laugh was barely there, rough and low. “Answer.”

“Yes.”

His hand changed pace.

He kissed your cheek like he was pleased with himself and too tired to pretend otherwise.

The second time built slower, deeper, your body still oversensitive from the first. He kept touching you like he knew exactly how much you could take, while your hand grew slick around him from his own precum. His breathing got worse. His jaw pressed against your temple. His hips started moving into your fist in short, restrained thrusts.

“Law,” you whispered.

His fingers stilled for half a second. Not stopped. Checked.

You nodded quickly against him. “Keep going.”

He did. Your legs tightened around his hand again. The blanket had slipped down to your hips, but neither of you cared. Your shirt was pushed up. His pants were open. Everything was too warm, too close, too much.

And still, somehow, soft.

Because his other hand was in your hair. Because his mouth kept brushing your forehead between kisses.

Because even while he was touching you like he wanted to ruin you, he held you like something precious he would rather die than name.

You came again with a broken little sound against his mouth.

This time Law followed almost immediately. His body went tense, his hand closing hard around your hip as he came into your fist with a rough, muffled groan. His face pressed into your neck, breath hot against your skin. For a few seconds, he did not move at all.

You held him through it, fingers gentle now.

His breathing slowly evened out. “Messy.”

You laughed, exhausted and warm. “That’s your first comment?”

“It’s accurate.”

“You’re romantic.”

“I’m tired.”

“You came on my hand.”

“You were involved.”

“You’re stupid.”

His mouth brushed your shoulder. “You’ve said that too.”

“And I’ll keep saying it.”

He shifted carefully, cleaned you both up with a towel from beside the bed. He was efficient about it, but his touch had gone softer. Almost shy, if Law could ever be accused of such a thing without committing murder.

When he settled back down, he pulled the blanket over you both again. You ended up against his chest, your leg tangled with his, your hand resting over his ribs. His heartbeat was slower now. Heavy. Human. He held your wrist for a while, thumb moving over the inside of it.

You thought he was asleep.

Then he murmured, “You’re still not allowed to tell anyone I cuddled you.”

“You didn’t cuddle me.”

“Good.”

“You medically restrained me under a blanket and then got me off twice.”

His chest moved with a quiet laugh. “Accurate.”

You smiled against him, boneless and warm. After a long silence, his hand slid up to the back of your head. He held you there, not tightly. Just enough.

“Thank you,” he said.

It was so quiet you almost pretended not to hear it.

You kissed the side of his throat. “Anytime, Captain.”

“Don’t call me that in bed.”

“Oh, you like it.”

“I don‘t like it.”

“You’re lying.”

He sighed, but his arm tightened around you.

Later, he woke you up with his mouth already against your neck and his hand flat on your stomach.

Not soft. Not sweet. Possessive and warm, his fingers spread under your shirt like he had been holding you there for a while and had only just decided to make it your problem.

You opened your eyes into the dark cabin.

Everything hummed low around you. The walls were thin. Too thin. Somewhere outside, metal creaked, pipes clicked, and the ship sounded alive in the worst possible way.

Law’s mouth moved against your skin. “You awake?” he murmured.

You swallowed. “No.”

His teeth grazed the side of your neck. “Liar.”

You shifted back against him just enough to feel him hard behind you.

His hand stopped moving. For one long second, neither of you breathed right, then his fingers tightened at your waist. “You’re doing that on purpose.”

“I’m sleeping.”

“You’re bad at it.”

“You woke me up.”

“You moved first.”

“You were touching me first.”

His mouth brushed your ear. “I was checking your pulse.”

“At my waist?”

“You’re alive, aren’t you?”

You almost laughed, but then his hand slid lower, over your hip, dragging you back against him with enough pressure to make your breath catch.

Law heard it. His voice dropped, mean and quiet. “Careful.”

You turned your face halfway toward him. “Or what?”

That was the mistake. His hand came up and covered your mouth before you could say anything else. Firm. Just enough to remind you exactly where you were, exactly who slept outside that door, exactly how much trouble you were in.

“Or you’ll wake someone,” he murmured. “And I’ll make you explain why you can’t behave.”

Your stomach tightened hard. His eyes caught yours in the dark. “Yeah,” he said, too calm. “That’s what I thought.”

You made a muffled sound against his palm.

Law’s mouth twitched. “Still mouthy. Impressive.”

Then he moved. The blanket shifted over both of you as he slid down your body, disappearing beneath it. Heat flooded your face before his hands even reached your thighs.

“Law,” you whispered.

His answer came from under the blanket, low and dry. “Lower.”

Your fingers twisted in the sheets. “Law.”

“Better.”

His hands pushed your thighs apart, not gently, not cruelly. Just with that controlled strength that made your body obey before your pride could complain. His mouth pressed to the inside of your thigh first, slow and hot, then higher.

You grabbed the blanket. He kissed you once over the thin fabric of your panties. You jolted.

He huffed against you. “Sensitive.”

“You’re annoying.”

His fingers hooked into the waistband and dragged it down just enough. “Still talking.” Then his mouth was on you.

Your head fell back into the pillow, breath breaking immediately.

He did not ease into it. He ate you out like he had woken up starving and decided manners were a disease. His hands gripped your thighs under the blanket, holding you open while his tongue dragged through you slow, then deep, then mean. He was quiet about it except for the low sound in his throat when he tasted how wet you were.

The sound alone almost ruined you, so you bit your knuckle.

One hand left your thigh and pushed your wrist away. His fingers laced with yours instead, pinning your hand beside your hip under the blanket.

“No hiding,” he murmured against you.

“Then let me be loud.”

His mouth paused. The silence under the blanket felt dangerous. Then he gave a low, humorless laugh.

“You really want to embarrass yourself that badly?”

Your whole body burned.

He didn’t wait for an answer. His mouth returned to you, hotter, wetter, filthier. His tongue circled your clit with awful patience before he sucked lightly, just enough to make your hips jerk into his face.

His grip turned bruising. “Don’t move.”

“You’re under the blanket eating me out,” you whispered, breathless. “And you’re giving orders?”

His eyes flicked up from between your thighs. Even in the dark, you felt that stare.

“Yes.”

Then he lowered his mouth again and made you regret being funny.

You were close too fast. Embarrassingly fast. It climbed sharp and hot through your stomach, your legs shaking around his shoulders, your fingers gripping his hair beneath the blanket. He groaned when you pulled, and the vibration went straight through you.

“Law—”

Voices passed outside.

Both of you froze. You stopped breathing. Law went still between your legs, mouth still close enough that you could feel every exhale against your soaked skin.

Two crew members walked past the door, speaking quietly. Too close. Too awake.

You stared at the ceiling, one hand clamped over your own mouth.

Under the blanket, Law’s fingers dug into your thighs.

The voices slowed. For one horrible second, you thought they would stop. Then the footsteps continued down the corridor. Their voices faded. The ship hummed again. Silence settled.

Law did not move for another few seconds, then his mouth pressed one slow kiss to the inside of your thigh.

You whispered, shaky and furious, “You didn’t let me finish.”

He emerged from under the blanket just enough for you to see his face. His mouth was wet. His hair was a mess. His eyes were dark in that flat, devastating way that made him look meaner than he actually was.

“I wasn’t trying to make you finish.”

Your brain stalled. “Huh?”

His hand slid up your thigh. “I wanted to taste you.”

You stared at him. He looked completely serious.

“Do you ever hear yourself?”

“Unfortunately.”

“You’re disgusting.”

His mouth curved faintly. “You’re wet.”

You had no response ready for that. He kissed your stomach once, over your shirt, then climbed over you with an efficiency that should not have been attractive. His hand caught your hip.

“Turn over.”

Your pulse jumped. “Ask nicely.”

Law’s eyes narrowed. Then he leaned in, mouth beside your ear. “Turn over before I decide you don’t get to come at all.”

You huffed and turned. Fast enough that you heard him exhale a quiet laugh behind you.

“Asshole.”

“I’m about to fuck you into the mattress and you’re still insulting me.”

“You started it.”

“I’m going to finish it.”

He pushed you flat onto your stomach, hand between your shoulder blades, not hard enough to hurt, just enough to keep you there. Your legs were pressed together beneath him, thighs tight, body stretched out under the blanket. He straddled them from behind, knees bracketing your legs, trapping you in place with his weight.

The position made you feel pinned before he even touched you.

It made you quiet.

Law noticed that too. His palm slid down your spine, slow, possessive. “There,” he murmured. “Finally learned something.”

You turned your face into the pillow. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” His hand slid beneath you, finding you between your pressed thighs. He felt how wet you still were from his mouth and went still for a second.

Then his voice dropped. “Still dripping.”

You squeezed your eyes shut. “Stop talking.”

“No.”

He leaned over you, chest against your back, and his arm slid around your throat, forearm firm across your upper chest and collarbone, hand gripping your shoulder, holding you exactly where he wanted you. Your breath hitched anyway.

Law’s mouth brushed your ear. “Tap twice if it’s too much.”

Your hand found his wrist. You tapped once just to be annoying.

He went still, then you dragged his arm tighter around you. “Bad idea,” he whispered.

“Then stop.”

He did not. His other hand disappeared between you, belt shifting, fabric dragged down just enough. You felt him press against you from behind, hard and hot, sliding between your thighs first, coating himself in how wet you were.

Your fingers curled into the sheet. “Law.”

His hand came over your mouth again. “Quiet.”

Then he pushed in.

The angle stole your breath.

Because your legs were together, because he had you pinned flat, because he was above you and around you and everywhere, he felt deeper than before. Tighter. Hotter. You made a broken sound into his palm and his arm locked more firmly across your chest.

He stopped halfway in, forehead dropping against the back of your head. “Fuck,” he breathed, so low it barely had sound.

You clenched around him. His hand tightened over your mouth.

“Don’t.”

So you did it again.

Law went silent, then laughed once, dark and breathless.

“You really are asking for it.”

He drove in the rest of the way. Your body jolted under him, trapped between his chest and the mattress. His hand swallowed the sound you made. The blanket hid the movement, held in the heat, made every thrust feel secret and filthy and too close.

He didn’t fuck you fast at first.

He fucked you hard.

Slow, deep, punishing thrusts that made your thighs tremble together under his weight. His arm stayed around your throat, holding you up just enough that your back arched beneath him. His mouth hovered near your ear, breath rougher than he probably wanted it to be.

“There,” he murmured. “That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it?”

You nodded against his hand.

His hips snapped forward again. “Of course it was.”

Your eyes rolled shut.

“Look at you,” he said, voice low and mean. “Couldn’t stay quiet from my mouth, and now you’re trying to take this without waking half the ship.”

You whimpered into his palm.

He slowed just to make it worse. “That was not quiet.”

You bit lightly at his hand.

His rhythm faltered. Barely.

But you felt it.

Law’s mouth pressed to your temple. “Careful,” he whispered. “I’m already being nice.”

You almost laughed. It came out as a muffled sob when he started moving again, rougher now, hips grinding deep every time he buried himself inside you. The pressure of your legs together made everything tighter, every stroke dragging against your clit through the way he had you pinned.

It was unbearable.

He knew. He had to know. His hand slipped from your mouth only long enough to catch your jaw and turn your face slightly.

“Breathe.”

You dragged in air.

“Good.” Then his palm covered your mouth again. It should not have been sweet. It wasn’t, not really. But there was something in the way he kept checking, kept holding you together while taking you apart, that made your chest ache under all the heat.

Law’s voice roughened near your ear. “You can take it.”

Your nails dug into his wrist.

“You can,” he repeated. “You’re doing it.” A hard thrust made your whole body jolt. “Quietly.” You made a desperate noise into his palm. His breath shook. “Mostly.”

That almost ruined you. The dry little correction. His voice half-wrecked, still somehow sarcastic while fucking you into the mattress under a blanket with people sleeping down the corridor.

You pushed back against him as much as you could.

Law’s grip turned rough. “Greedy.”

You nodded.

“Yeah?” His mouth brushed your ear. “That all you wanted? Me pinning you down so you’d finally stop pretending you don’t like being handled?”

Your body clenched hard around him.

He cursed under his breath. “Thought so.”

His thrusts got rougher then. Less patient. His chest stayed pressed to your back, his arm around your throat, his hand over your mouth. You were completely trapped under him, legs together, body pinned flat, taking every deep stroke while the bed barely creaked beneath the blanket.

He was trying to keep it quiet.

That made it hotter, because you felt how much effort it took him. The strain in his arm. The way his breathing kept catching. The way his hips wanted to move faster but he forced them into deep, controlled thrusts instead.

“You’re close,” he said.

You nodded quickly. His hand slid from your mouth to your throat for half a second, just to hold your jaw, to keep your face turned enough that he could see you.

“Not loud.”

You swallowed. “Then don’t make me come.”

His eyes darkened. Wrong answer. His hand returned to your mouth, and his other arm tightened across your chest.

“I told you,” he murmured. “Brat.”

Then his hips changed angle.

Your whole body went rigid.

He had found exactly the spot he wanted, and because he was Law, because he was cruel when he was right, he kept hitting it. Again. And again. Deep and rough and controlled, his mouth at your ear, talking you through every second like he could feel your mind slipping apart under him.

“There. That’s it.”

You shook beneath him.

“Don’t fight it.”

Your fingers clawed at the sheet.

“Just stay quiet.”

You came with his hand clamped over your mouth and his arm locked around you, the orgasm tearing through you hard enough that your body tried to curl under his. He held you down through it. Kept you flat. Kept fucking you while you pulsed around him, every sound trapped against his palm.

Law groaned into your shoulder. Not quiet enough. Not nearly as composed as he wanted to be.

You heard it and clenched again, that made hips stutter.

“Don’t,” he rasped.

You did. His control snapped in a way you felt more than saw. His thrusts turned shorter, harder, less even. His face buried against your neck, teeth grazing your skin, breath hot and broken. “You’re unbearable,” he muttered.

You made a muffled sound that might have been a laugh.

His hand pressed more firmly over your mouth. “Still not funny.”

It was absolutely funny.

Then he drove into you deep and stayed there, his whole body tensing over yours as he came with a rough, smothered sound against your shoulder. His arm around your throat held you close while he shook twice, breathing harshly into your skin.

For a while, neither of you moved.

The cabin was silent except for both of you trying to remember how to breathe like normal people.

Then another set of footsteps passed outside.

He froze instantly. So did you. His hand was still over your mouth. He was still inside you. The footsteps paused.

Your eyes went wide. Law slowly turned his head toward the door, expression murderous in the dark.

Someone outside yawned, then kept walking. The footsteps faded.

You started shaking beneath him. Not from fear. From trying not to laugh.

Law’s hand tightened over your mouth, but his own breath hitched once near your ear. “Do not,” he whispered.

You shook harder.

He pulled out slowly, and you both winced. He cleaned you up with infuriating efficiency, still under the blanket, still half-dressed, still trying to look like he had not just lost several pieces of his sanity. Then he dragged you back against him, your back to his chest, his arm around your waist this time.

Much safer. Much less threatening. Still possessive.

You whispered, “You didn’t make me explain.”

His mouth brushed the back of your neck. “Next time.”

Your stomach flipped. “You covered my mouth.”

“And you still almost got us caught.”

You smiled into the pillow. Law exhaled slowly behind you, then pressed one quiet kiss to your shoulder. Soft enough to make the whole thing worse. After a moment, he muttered, “You okay?”

You reached back and touched his wrist. “Yeah.”

His fingers laced with yours. “Good.”

Morning on the ship was usually quiet in a way that felt medical. Dim lights. Low engine hum. People speaking in tired voices because being loud before coffee was how accidents happened.

Law walked into the galley looking like death had filed a complaint against him and lost. Hat on. Shirt buttoned. Face blank.

Completely normal.

You were already at the table with your cup in both hands, trying to look like a person who had slept. You had not. Not properly. Your legs still felt suspicious. Your throat had one spot that made you want to slap him and kiss him every time you swallowed.

Law did not look at you first. That was how you knew he was looking at you.

Bepo was making breakfast with too much cheer for the hour. Shachi and Penguin were half-dead over their plates. Ikkaku was reading something and pretending she was not watching the room with deeply feminine intuition.

Law sat across from you. Calmly. Like he had not had his hand over your mouth a few hours ago because you were both idiots in a submarine full of people with ears.

“Morning, Captain,” Penguin mumbled.

“Morning,” Law said. His voice was normal.

Terrible man.

You lifted your cup to hide your mouth.

Law reached for the coffee pot, then stopped. Just for half a second. Barely anything. His fingers flexed around the handle.

You noticed because you were a bad person. A ruined person. A person with evidence.

His hand was close to his face, and he had smelled it. Not strongly. Not obviously. Just enough.

His eyes went flat.

Oh.

Oh no.

You looked down into your cup so fast your neck nearly cracked.

Law poured his coffee with terrifying precision.

You were going to die.

Not from shame. From trying not to laugh.

He set the pot down. His thumb brushed once over his index finger, like he was trying to decide whether his own hand was guilty of a crime.

It was.

You bit the inside of your cheek.

Across the table, Law’s gaze flicked to you. Sharp. Warning.

You widened your eyes innocently.

His jaw tightened. That was when it got worse. He took a sip of coffee. Then his chin dipped slightly, and the faint shadow of his beard brushed the rim of the mug.

His whole face changed by exactly nothing.

But you saw it.

He smelled you there too. On his own skin. From last night. From under the blanket. From the way he had buried his face between your thighs and then still had the nerve to act like breakfast was a normal social event.

His eyelids lowered for one second.

He stared into his coffee like it had personally betrayed him.

Your shoulders started shaking.

Law looked up slowly. “Something funny?”

“No.”

Your voice was too high.

Shachi looked at you. “You okay?”

You nodded quickly. “Coffee went down wrong.”

“You didn’t drink any.”

“Emotionally.”

Ikkaku’s eyes lifted from her page.

Law’s stare could have amputated you.

Bepo turned around with a plate. “Captain, do you want eggs?”

Law did not answer immediately. Because he had moved his hand again. Because his fingers were near his mouth. Because, apparently, his own body had decided to spend the morning reminding him exactly what you tasted like. His nostrils flared once. Very slightly.

You pressed your lips together so hard it hurt.

Law shut his eyes for half a second. He looked like a man trying to survive war.

“Captain?” Bepo asked, worried.

Law opened his eyes. “No eggs.”

Bepo’s ears drooped. “Oh. Sorry.”

Law’s face softened by a millimeter. “It’s fine. Rice.”

“Okay!”

You watched him pick up his mug again. His hand was steady. His face was blank. His control was flawless. Except his ears were faintly red.

You placed your cup down very carefully.

He looked at you. You looked back. Neither of you said anything. Then you smiled.

His expression turned dangerous.

Under the table, his boot nudged your ankle.

A warning.

You nudged him back.

A mistake.

His eyes sharpened. You looked away first because you were not suicidal before noon.

Penguin squinted between you both. “Why is it weird in here?”

“It’s always weird in here,” Shachi said into his plate.

“No, this is different.”

“It’s your face.”

“My face isn’t weird.”

“It’s morning. Everyone’s face is weird.”

You made the mistake of glancing at Law again. He was staring at his rice like the entire concept of appetite had become complicated.

You knew exactly why.

You imagined him trying to eat breakfast while still smelling you on his chin, still catching it on his fingers every time he moved, still pretending that it was not making him think about throwing the whole tray across the room and dragging you back to his cabin.

He would rather be executed than admit it.

That made it so much better.

You took pity on him. Mostly. You leaned forward slightly and said, very casually, “Captain?”

His eyes lifted. “What?”

“You have something on your face.”

Law’s stare went black. Ikkaku slowly lowered her page. Bepo turned around. “Where?” Bepo asked, deeply concerned.

Law did not move. You reached across the table before he could stop you, thumb brushing lightly over the edge of his chin.

His skin was warm. His eyes did not leave yours. The whole room narrowed around that tiny touch.

You pulled your hand back and looked at your thumb. Nothing there. “Nevermind.”

Law’s expression stayed perfectly blank. Too blank.

He was going to kill you.

Penguin blinked. “What was it?”

“Nothing,” Law said. His voice was calm enough to be a medical threat.

You took another sip of coffee. This time you could not stop the smile.

Law leaned back in his chair, one hand around his mug, the other resting on the table. His fingers flexed once.

Still guilty. Still remembering. Still pretending. Then he said, without looking away from you, “You’re assigned to inventory after breakfast.”

You stared at him. “What?”

“Medical inventory.”

“That’s not my job.”

“It is today.”

“That sounds personal.”

“It’s organizational.”

Shachi pointed his spoon at you. “You should never question medical inventory. That’s how he gets mean.”

You looked at Law. Law looked back.

There was no expression on his face.

None.

Except his eyes said very clearly: Keep laughing and I’ll give you something to be quiet about later.

Your stomach flipped. Unfortunately, your mouth was still alive. “Do I need gloves?”

Law’s hand stopped around his mug. Ikkaku made a tiny sound and hid behind her page. Penguin frowned. “For inventory?”

You looked at Law with the innocence of a war criminal. “Just asking.”

Law stood. Very calmly. Pushed his chair in. Very calmly. Picked up his tray. Very calmly. Then he leaned down as he passed behind you, close enough that only you heard him.

“You are going to be quiet when I deal with you.”

Your smile vanished so fast it was humiliating.

There you are. I knew you would stay.

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𝘙𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵. 𝘋𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘺, 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵, 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮, 𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘈𝘐.

It was finally happening.

You and Sanji had been going back and forth for so long with this little game, and it was just that at the beginning, a game of teasing, flirting, wandering eyes, mischievous smiles and quips. He didn’t belong to anyone, and that was just fine because you were the same. It takes one to know one after all.

But right then, you were shuddering in anticipation, nervous and excited all at once. 

You breathed into the pillow, feeling the skin between your legs pulse, your entrance dripping after he had taken his time to get you ready, using his long fingers slowly and steady until you had spilled your slick onto the sheets. When he pressed a soft, gentle kiss to your shoulder, you smiled. Always so charming. 

“You’re so beautiful.” Sanji praised you against the skin of your back, tracing your spine with his fingertips.

Your smile grew wider, arching your back and lifting your butt until you could feel the erection in his pants against you. 

“Yeah?” You turned your face to the side as he groaned. 

His hips ground down against your ass, making you moan as well. 

Fuck, you were dying to get his dick inside you. 

Sanji kissed the corner of your mouth before kissing your lips, making you taste the nicotine of all the cigarettes he had smoked that day. 

“You’ve been haunting me ever since I saw you.” He murmured into the kiss, just as you heard the shuffling of clothes, signalling he was undoing his pants. 

“I didn’t know I had that power.” You teased him.

“Oh, I’m pretty sure you do.” 

You giggled as a response as Sanji pulled away to get rid of the last piece of clothing that was between you and him. Turning slightly to the side to get a better view, you licked your lips when you saw him completely bare for the first time. The dim light of the night stand made his body glow, muscles flexing as he straddled your hips once again. Your eyes fixed on his cock, long, thick and flushed, leaking precum as it sprang over the curve of your ass. Orgasm could wash over you right then and there. 

His lips were on your neck then, sliding down your back and leaving wet, open mouth kisses until he reached your behind, squeezing your ass cheeks with both hands. You hummed in appreciation, giddy about all the careful attention he was giving you.

After he planted a few more kisses on your lower back, you were eager to tell him it was time for him to fuck you. 

“Sanji.” Your tone was meant to be somewhat assertive, but the strain of your voice probably made you sound desperate (which you were).

“So needy.” He commented, smug, crawling back up to you. 

“As if you weren’t.” You quipped, moaning when you felt the tip of his erection between your thighs. 

Sanji only smiled as he gently kissed your cheek again before guiding his cock towards your pussy. 

Suddenly breathless when he pushed in, the stretch set your entire body alight. With firm hands on your hips, Sanji cursed as he slid all the way in, filling you to the brim in one steady thrust. Stars danced behind your lids; his length fit you perfectly, reaching all the nicest spots that made you weak. 

He lingered for a moment, fingers digging into your hips as his chest heaved. You tried to catch your breath, your pussy clenching around him, eager to have him move. When he finally did, it was through slow, measured thrusts, pulling all the way out before sliding back in. Your thighs trembled because it was truly a lot every time he buried his cock to the hilt, making your breath catch in your throat. 

With each snap of his hips, he sped up more and more. The head of his cock pushed into you, making you moan every time it hit so deep inside you. Like his cock was meant to be inside you. 

“Fuck,” Sanji groaned against your shoulder, holding even tighter onto you, as if you were to slip away any second. “Feels so good…”

His words were definitely doing something for you as that warmth in your abdomen grew tighter, but you could only moan in response. The fullness of his cock was making you dizzy, and the stretch of your walls made you all the more sensitive. It was like you were a live wire, vibrating at the slightest touch, and Sanji was completely overwhelming you in the most delightful way.

The wet messy sound of skin slapping against skin soon filled your ears, along with the most alluring grunts that spilled from his lips. The creaking of the bed and the slamming of the headboard against the wall were probably the only noises concealing the nastier ones, but it wasn’t like nobody else knew what was going on (you really hoped the crew had the decency to ignore it, though you weren’t so sure). 

You couldn’t care less about anything as your eyes crossed, holding even tighter onto the sheets. The sheer force of his hips snapping against your ass made you believe you could fall off the bed any second. But the grip Sanji had on you was firm, even more so when he sneaked an arm underneath your chest, pressing his body flushed to yours. 

“You’re made for me, sweetheart.” He said, soft lips pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek. Too sweet considering the nasty tryst you were currently involved in. “You’re so warm, so tight, so perfect.”

“Sa-Sanji…” You whimpered, attempting to form a coherent sentence, which was impossible with his cock ramming into you. 

He shifted slightly, slipping his other arm underneath you to find your pussy. Just when his fingers stroked your clit, the new angle of his thrust made you jolt, a sharp moan escaping your lips louder than before. 

“Is that the spot, baby?” Sanji let out a breathy chuckle against your neck. You knew there had to be a smug smile on his face, but you couldn’t check for yourself as your eyes rolled back. “Shit, you’re really so fucking gorgeous.”

The amount of praises rolling off his tongue were making you even wetter. He slid in so wonderfully easy, making you whine and shudder with every thrust and every move of his fingers. The edge of a marvelous climax was around the corner, but you feared you didn’t have the mind to even lucidly voice it.

“Sanji… I’m gonna- I need to… Please, please…”

“Are you close? Gonna come all over my cock?” His voice was significantly deeper just as the pace of his thrusts picked up. Yet the kisses he kept planting on your skin were so addictingly sweet, it was driving you even crazier. Sanji licked up the shell of your ear before spilling filthy words once more. “It’s gonna be so good, I promise, my darling, my gorgeous girl. I want you to come and make a mess.”

Even if you wanted to, you wouldn’t have been able to halt the impending orgasm from washing over you, not when he insistently kept praising you while simultaneously stroking all the spots in your body that made you fold. 

With eyes full of stars, constellations formed behind your lids as the knot in your tummy snapped, spreading pleasure through your veins when your climax hit you. Your back arched, toes curled as your jaw hund open, a long, stuttering moan escaping. Your walls clenched down on is cock, and you heard him groan, almost like he was in pain. 

“That’s it, you’re doing so good.” Sanji nuzzled your neck, still snapping his hips against your ass, looking for his own release. “Wanted this for so long. You feel better than I ever imagined.”

His words sounded so far away but as you slowly came to, in between the aftershocks of such an intense orgasm, you registered some of his words. 

He had imagined this moment before. 

The idea of it made your heart flutter, and even made your pussy squeeze his cock again, as soft praises of “angel, darling, precious girl” rolled off his lips again. 

You whimpered one last time when Sanji pulled out, and you watched over your shoulder, through hooded eyes, as he fisted his cock, pumping it quickly until he came, spilling his cum all over your ass and thighs. 

With honeyed enthusiasm, he leaned over to plant soft kisses on your jaw, cheek and lips until you were a giggly mess. 

Ever since your relationship with Luffy began to develop, you knew you had to take things slowly. Luffy had never been romantically involved with anyone before, and being his first came with the responsibility of setting the right standards.

The most important standard was sex. Luffy was incredibly eager to take things further with you. He would often make small, casual comments about being ready for the next step, flashing that carefree smile of his as if the thought alone wasn’t enough to make your heart race with nervous excitement — far more than when you had lost your own virginity.

So when you finally decided the time was right for the two of you to have sex, Luffy was overjoyed.

Now, you were on top of him, his cock buried deep inside you.

“D-Don’t move yet… Please…” he muttered, his voice cracking as he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to adjust to the overwhelming new pleasure. Luffy’s hands gripped your hips firmly, holding you completely still while he familiarized himself with the sensation.

Your boyfriend had always been the prettiest person in your eyes, no matter the moment, but you could swear he had never looked more beautiful than right now. His cheeks were flushed a deep red, sweat making his dark hair stick to his forehead. His lips were parted slightly, ragged breaths escaping between them. The marks and hickeys you had left on his neck stood out beautifully against his skin — your marks.

You knew he had started getting used to the feeling when his grip on your hips began to weaken. Taking that as your sign, you slowly dragged your hips upward, then sank back down onto him in one smooth motion.

His hands immediately tightened on your hips again as a needy whine slipped from his lips. You couldn’t help but chuckle softly at the sight. You had never seen your confident captain look so vulnerable before.

Leaning down, you captured his lips in a soothing kiss. “You okay?” you asked sweetly, though a wicked little smile played on your face as you pulled back just enough to see his expression.

He nodded, that familiar boyish grin tugging at his lips despite everything. “M’gonna start moving now, okay?” you whispered.

He closed his eyes and nodded again.

You lifted your weight and began rolling your hips slowly at first, sliding up and down his length with careful, deliberate movements. It was difficult to keep the slow pace when you felt so desperately horny, but you tried. Still, the ache between your legs soon won out, and you gradually sped up.

“Oh— Fuck!” you moaned, planting your hands firmly on his chest for balance. Your gummy walls clenched tightly around his aching cock as Luffy whimpered beneath you from the increased pace.

“Stop— Ngh… I think I’m gonna cum soon if you keep up…” he cried out, his voice strained. He tried to steady your hips again, but his strength faltered.

“You want me to slow down?” you asked gently, though the mocking edge in your tone was unmistakable.

Instead of slowing, you let out a soft giggle and moved even faster, riding him with more urgency. “No… You’re— Ngh! You’re not slowing down…” he whined, squirming helplessly underneath you.

“I am!” you lied playfully, feeling his fingers dig almost painfully into your hips as you chased your own high. “Please… gonna cum…” His voice cracked beautifully, his hips starting to buck up instinctively to meet your rhythm.

Your cunt fluttered around him, his raw desperation only turning you on more. He moaned pathetically loud, twitching hard inside you one last time before thick spurts of cum flooded your pussy.

That didn’t stop you.

It was your duty to teach your clueless boyfriend about sex, after all — and he needed to learn that the girl had to finish too.

You kept riding him through his orgasm, your movements relentless. His voice climbed higher in pitch as the overstimulation hit him. “No— can’t—” he mumbled, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.

“I’m sure you can, Captain,” you replied breathlessly, tilting your head back in pleasure as you chased your own release. “You’re doing so good for me… Fuck—”

The heat in your stomach built rapidly. Watching your beautiful boyfriend cry out from the overwhelming pleasure only pushed you closer to the edge.

“Haah! ‘M cumming—!”

With a sudden, desperate move, Luffy pulled you down into a tight hug, burying himself as deep as possible while he spilled inside you once more. At the same moment, your own orgasm crashed over you, your walls pulsing around him as you came together.

You both collapsed back onto the bed, breathless. Luffy’s face was completely flushed, a few pretty tears still slipping down his cheeks. “You were so good, Captain,” you whispered tenderly, kissing him gently while one hand cupped his cheek.

He just smiled softly, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, clearly exhausted but content.

You could bet this had been a very memorable first time.

Hey guys! First of all, sorry for any grammatical errors and the short fic, english isn’t my first language and i’m a flawed human S/2. Second of all, divider credits to @uzmacchiato !!

Hope you enjoy the fanfic.

The damned thing was an aphrodisiac, a kind of strange stimulant that you’d never encountered before. Once you’d finally found an entry on it amidst the pages of your botanical reference books, your stomach dropped with dread. You’d had the plant aboard the ship for days, though thankfully it had been secluded to the closet serving as your sad excuse for a room - you were cramped in there with your books and tools and that stupid flower, none the wiser to what it was slowly doing to you.

You’d been exposed to its pollen for days, breathing it into your lungs as you pondered over it, touching the delicate petals and coming away with soft grain on your fingertips. At least you weren’t dumb enough to have ever thought about consuming any part of the plant - that would have made things truly unbearable, as you’d come to learn that that was the fastest means for its reactions to take hold.

At first, you thought maybe the flower wouldn’t have any effect on you, considering that you hadn’t felt any different in those days isolated with it. And even once you’d found another entry in your encyclopedia detailing its slow burn results, you thought that perhaps you’d incorrectly assessed it, again because you felt nothing.

But after three days around the thing you felt… something. A twisting in your stomach, a heat stoking at your core. You tried to ignore it as the day went on, but with each passing minute you could feel something taking over - Usopp’s smile made you antsy and nervous, Nami’s pretty legs crossing one over the other shot desire through you like lightning. Shit, you had no business getting all worked up about your friends like that, but it was simply out of your control.

And it only got worse when Sanji tried his usually fruitless flirty tactics, lingering close enough that you could smell his enticing musk, his suddenly silky voice forcing you to clench your legs. Once that happened, you all but booked it away from everyone else and locked yourself up, only leaving your room to chuck the offensive flower overboard in a panic. There was no way you’d risk keeping it here even a second longer, because just your luck the pollen could somehow get to the rest of the crew, too.

You’d already been cooped up in your room for an entire day, feigning illness. Everyone had stopped bothering you after you practically screamed at them to get the hell away from you. Save for Sanji, annoyingly, who simply couldn’t help but check in on you regularly, offering food and drink and even company.

Sanji had probably done so a dozen times before you couldn’t take it anymore.

You caved to your impulses, throwing open your door and yanking him inside abruptly. You pinned him against the door, hands twisted in the front of his jacket, eyes crazed as you looked into his face. You could feel his body heat, could smell him overwhelmingly. Sanji - blissfully unaware of the state you were in - looked far too pleased to be pressed between you and the door, eyes gleaming and grin cheeky.

You loathed to tell him what was going on - you didn’t want any of your fellow Straw Hats to know about this embarrassing predicament you’d landed yourself in. The plan was to stay locked up until it passed, but Sanji just wouldn’t leave you alone.

“Look asshole,” You spoke through your teeth, body clenching at that stupid smile on his face, a wave of heat washing through you, “there’s… an issue and it’d be better if you stopped bothering me.”

“An issue?” Shit, was his voice always that hot? Despite the twisting in your belly, your glower darkened in an attempt to dampen this ridiculous pining.

Frustratingly, his wolfish grin grew larger, and with a sharp intake of breath, you dropped your gaze before you could do something bad, “Yes, an issue, and it’s not your business, so go away.”

“You don’t look so good,” Sanji began, tone sultry - or was that just in your head? As if he was testing your limits, he lifted the back of his hand to your forehead, and you all but jumped with a gasp, “God, you’re on fire. Maybe a little tea to make you feel better?”

“No.” You relinquished your grip on his jacket, needing as much distance between you two as possible, though this damn room was so cramped it wasn’t nearly enough. Sanji looked you up and down curiously, and even that had the unfortunate effect of causing desire to pool white hot inside you.

“Soup?” He offered in a taunting voice, evidently finding your current state amusing, not realizing the enormity of it. His brow furrowed some as he moved towards you, to which you pointed in harsh warning.

“Sanji, just go.” You insisted, trying to resist your urge to jump his bones, to drag him back towards you without restraint.

Though still grinning impishly, he held his hands up in surrender, and, shit, that look on his face dared to make you wet, “I don’t like seeing your beautiful self unwell like this, I’m just trying to take care of you.”

Unexpectedly, you moaned at Sanji’s words; his flirtatious remarks had never worked on you before, and you so wished you’d had more control than this.

Your illicit sound caused both your eyes and Sanji’s to widen, and shamefully you tried to step back, but your legs bumped your mattress, meaning you had nowhere to run as you looked about yourself in a panic.

Though there was uncertainty in his gaze, Sanji’s eyes still gleamed with mirth, he still smirked with playful intent. He gave you another slow once over, eyes crawling the length of your body; you had to press your lips tightly together to hold back any more noises that dared to come out of you, your thighs clamping stiffly.

When his gaze eventually trailed back up to meet yours, you clenched your hands, nails digging into your palms, feeling tense all over with how desperate you were for some kind of release. There was something salacious about Sanji’s stare - you could no longer tell if it was real or your imagination. As if he could sense the effect he was having on you, he grinned wickedly.

“If you do need anything,” he started, voice so much more appealing than it had any right to be. He took a careful step towards you, looking between your eyes intently, “you know where to find me.”

A small whine caught in your throat, and you prayed it was quiet enough to be imperceptible. You had to drop your gaze, feeling utterly flushed with heat. But your luck had already run out for the day, because Sanji dipped his head some, and you caught that alluring musk of him again, making you stir.

“What is going on with you?” He teased before stepping back. He turned, hand twisting the door knob when you abruptly blurted out.

“That stupid flower did something to me!” Your words came out fast, slurring together; you weren’t sure what came over you to babble without a thought, but the pollen had seriously dampened your impulse control.

Sanji stopped and quickly spun back towards you. No longer was his expression flirtatious; instead, his brow knotted in concern, his hands grasping your shoulders before you even had the chance to stall him. You took a sharp breath, heat coursing deep in your center and head flustered from his touch.

“What do you mean? Are you okay?” Sanji’s worried tone just made you crave him even more, his instinct to take care of you way too enticing right now; fuck, when would this pass?

“I’m fine,” You squeaked out, thighs rubbing together desperately, “It's just…”

“It’s what?” With a focused look, Sanji felt your forehead again, then pressed his hand gently to your cheek, “You really are on fire, love, maybe we need--”

Again, your words spilled out like a tsunami, “I need you to stop touching me or I’m going to lose it!”

But Sanji didn’t move, so taken aback that he wasn’t sure what to do with you. His expression twisted that little bit more, driving you insane.

“Sorry, what?”

“The plant!” You grabbed his wrists, sure that you must look like a crazed woman right about now. You tried to push Sanji away, but he stood firm, “The pollen was an aphrodisiac and I’ve been unintentionally dosing myself with it for days! So, please Sanji, I feel like I’m about to burst and it's already embarrassing enough that I told you, so go!”

Sanji showed about a hundred emotions in the span of only a few seconds - worry, confusion, understanding, confusion again, until ultimately landing on that dreaded, impish inquisitiveness of his. You could see the exact moment it all clicked, that gleam of delight at your expense, that relishing curiosity. You practically threw his wrists away when you realized that you were still clutching them, groaning deeply with frustration.

Oh, how you loathed the glee in Sanji’s expression; you’d try to slap it away, except you feared doing so would just make you wetter than you already were. As he looked you over again with that trademark grin, you clenched your legs again, toes curling.

“Aphrodisiac?” Was he taunting you? “So that means--”

“Yes, it means I’m horny, okay!?” You hated how feral and aggressive you sounded, hated the way your attitude only seemed to bring him greater entertainment. With a dramatic, vulgar sigh, you dragged your hands down your face, turning away; when your shoulder bumped Sanji’s in your retreat, you jolted with a gasp.

“Well, isn’t that something?” God, he was enjoying this far too much.

“Sanji--!”

“Wait, wait.” He insisted. You closed your eyes, trying to take a soothing breath, but your body just wouldn’t calm down, the desire burning inside you only grew hotter now that he was in on your secret, “How long is this going to last?”

“I really don’t feel like talking about it right now!”

“I’m only asking--” You cut him off with a mean groan, whipping back around to glare at him. Once more, he held up his hands, but the shit-eating grin on his face was enough to make you throb. He waited a beat before trying again, licking his lips far too sinfully for your liking, “Maybe… I can help?”

“Oh my god.” You whined, your body yearning in spite of your better judgement, his suggestion making your pussy clench with the need to be touched. Foolishly, you met his eyes, which only did the job of making you want to throw yourself at him, “Sanji, don’t be stupid--”

“Is it stupid?” He insisted, stepping into your personal space again, your head dizzy with yearning. He ducked his head, eyes staring into yours earnestly, a look not quite like his usual coy ones, “Because, look, would I enjoy a little romp with you? Obviously.” You mewled smally, to which surprise briefly flashed across Sanji’s face, “So, if you think it might help, then by all means, just say so.”

You bit down hard on the inside of your cheek, trying to keep your desire in check, because you feared that you could burst any second now. Though you tried desperately to look mean and glaring, you felt far from intimidating; if that wanton look on Sanji’s face was anything to go by, then you failed miserably.

You wished that you wanted to say no. Oh, that would be so much better than agreeing to Sanji’s offer, because doing something like that with your crewmate - your friend - sounded like it would open up a whole new kind of trouble. But just the idea of it made you squirm, made your body coil like a spring; even just a moment’s thought about the things you could do made your eyes flutter.

You knew better than to go along with it. You weren’t so far gone that you couldn’t think, after all - you knew this could be bad. Unfortunately, the pollen had other ideas.

“No one can know.” You bite, body clenching again.

Sanji shrugged agreeably, playing it casually, “Of course.”

“And it won’t happen again.”

“Sure.”

“… Okay.”

“Okay.”

You stared at each other for a long beat, your chest heaving, Sanji’s eyes hooded as he shamelessly took in your expression.

God, you hoped you wouldn’t regret this.

The space between you was small already, the warmth of his breath across your cheeks causing you to shudder; the corner of his mouth quirked up in response, finally sending you over the edge.

You flung yourself at Sanji like a woman starved, winding your arms around his neck, bodies crashing together ungracefully. He was so damn sturdy, barely stumbling back as your lips feverishly met, teeth clumsily clashing. His arms wrapped around your middle, hands firmly gripping your back, fingers flexing possessively.

The moan that escaped you was downright sinful, your heart pounding rapidly inside your chest, body like static beneath Sanji’s exploratory touch. Fuck, you couldn’t tell if this was helping or hurting, your core hot and cunt pulsing, your jumping under his tender fingertips. It was pathetic the way you clung to him like a lifeline, bodies flush and mouths brazen.

As your fingers tangled in Sanji’s hair, a groan rumbled in his chest that made you frenzied, your kisses growing sloppier, tongue snaking between his lips. God, his taste was intoxicating, his tongue twining with yours, his hands unyielding nonetheless gentle as he groped at your body. Rolling your hips against his, you made yourself whimper at the feel of his firm chest, his pelvis pressing to yours.

Maybe you should have done this sooner.

Determined not to break from Sanji’s luscious lips just yet, you blindly spun the two of you around, his calves bumping the bed. Understanding what you wanted, he gripped you tightly while dropping down atop the mattress, drawing you into his lap as you moaned again.

Mouths heatedly pressed together, you shifted to better straddle Sanji’s fit legs, his cock twitching near your center. If your head wasn’t already spinning you may have been embarrassed by how wet you were, soaking through your panties.

Sanji’s hands wandered, squeezing your ass hard enough to make you gasp, using his grip to grind your hips down against his. You tugged roughly at his hair as you moved together, rutting back and forth along his growing length, clenching with the need to be filled.

Your mouths were greedy, tongues feverish, kissing as if desperate for one another’s air, noisy sounds of pleasure humming in both your throats. Sanji’s hips bucked just right beneath you, meeting you in time with the deep grind of your hot pussy.

When finally he broke from the kiss, a string of drool connected your lips, a whine sounding from your throat. Keeping up his slow, steady rhythm, Sanji met your eyes darkly, drinking you in with utter desire; you damn near came just from that look alone.

“However you want me,” he whispered against your lips, noses brushing, breath mingling. Your hips stuttered, to which he greedily grasped your ass and matched your rhythms again, “Yours to do with as you please.”

“Fuck--” You couldn’t help but gasp, feeling impossibly more turned on. You almost hated him for how damn effortlessly those sultry words came to him, grinding your hips roughly against his cock, delighting in the way his eyes momentarily crossed, “Promise?”

A short, lustful laugh escaped Sanji, his fingers groping you nice and tight, “Like this, love, I’d promise you anything.”

Another desirous sound whined in your throat as you captured his lips in a searing kiss, fire scorching bright inside you. Hips rutting rapaciously, your hands wandered down his neck and torso, shoving at his jacket as if it personally offended you. Urgently, Sanji threw it off before he grasped at you again, not wanting to lose a moment of exploring your body.

The flex of his muscles beneath your hands was maddening, taut and strong and just asking to be bit and kissed. You frantically worked the buttons of his shirt, nearly popping them as you worked your way down, down, down till the damned thing was open. Your fingers slid along Sanji’s washboard abs, causing you to groan because, fuck, this was the body he’d kept covered up all this time?

As if you couldn’t trust your touch, you split from Sanji’s lips to lean back and drink in the sight of his body, hissing desirously at how damn good he looked. Your nails scratched up his sides, over his pecs and abs, and when your lustful eyes turned back towards his, you practically keened at the focused way he was watching you.

Holding eye contact, you leaned down to nip at his chest, causing him to yelp; your body tightened as you giggled hungrily, mouth trailing up his collarbone and neck, kissing just below his jaw. Sanji leaned his head back as he twitched between your legs, letting you ravage his skin, biting and sucking and kissing to your hearts content, hickeys or teeth marks be damned.

As you all but consumed him, Sanji’s hands slid up the back of your shirt, palms hot as he traced your skin, arching into his touch. Both of your hips had fallen out of rhythm, and so Sanji reached up to grip the back of your neck, pulling you away so he could meet your eyes again.

“Let me touch you.” It sounded like both a question and an instruction, your cunt tight with utter desire. You nodded, catching your breath, and then Sanji abruptly flipped you onto your back.

Splayed on the bed, you ogled as Sanji brushed back his hair and dropped his shirt to the floor. You bit your lip, eyes hooded as he crawled over you; he pressed a single, dizzying kiss to your mouth, pulling back before you could latch onto him again.

As if understanding your urgency to be touched, Sanji’s hands reached beneath your shirt again, yanking it over your head speedily, exposing your hot skin to the cool air before he did the same thing with your shorts. You wiggled under his wandering gaze, drinking in every curve and blemish of your body like you were a three-course meal.

He lowered his mouth to your chest, biting your breast as you had done to him earlier; you bucked and gasped, feeling his smile against you. He sucked at your skin, insistently creating a hickey just above your bra, meanwhile reaching between your warm bodies, fingertips grazing over your pelvis, to which you whined.

Sanji sighed longingly as his hand moved lower and lower, teasing at you through your thin, damp panties; you clenched with a wanton mewl, desperate for so much more of him. Kissing far too tenderly over the hickey he left behind, his mouth trailed down, tongue gliding a wet trail along your stomach, ghosting along the flimsy fabric keeping him from you. For a moment, you held your breath, hands eagerly twisting in the bedsheets.

Hooking his fingers in your panties, Sanji tugged them down to your ankles, his hot breath teasing near your clit as you shucked the undergarment away with a wiggle of your foot.

He lingered painstakingly, and you looked down your nose at him, brow knotted with impatience, mouth agape as you sucked in  a breath of air. His eyes were large and black with lust as he, too, glanced back towards you, expression both sweet yet taunting. You were tempted to reach out and grab his hair, to guide him towards you, but even in this fervor you managed to refrain, though you weren’t sure how long that flimsy self control would last.

“Look at you…” He sounded awestruck, and the lust in his tone made longing swirl tight around your heat, toes curling.

Now, you did reach out, fingers weaving into his hair a little more roughly than intended; it felt as if you had less control the more your desire continued to stew.

“Sanji, please.” You whispered keenly. The sound of his name on your lips like that stirred something deep in him, his gaze dark and craving, “I… shit, I need you.”

He grinned wickedly, though even the taunting in his tone was flirtatious, “About to come undone already?”

You nodded, eyes pleading, “I’m like a fucking cat in heat.”

Sanji chuckled, breathing hot against your clit, causing you to twitch, “Oh, love, I’ve got you.”

And with that, he plunged a finger inside you without warning, a surprised mewl leaping from your lips as you threw your head back. God, there was no way in hell that alone could feel so good, and yet your eyes crossed, hand flexing in Sanji’s hair. He, too, groaned at the feel of you as if utterly enthralled.

Under his breath, he groaned faintly; you were so wet, clenching around his finger, making his cock twitch in his trousers. He pumped once, twice, before sliding a second digit between your slick folds with ease, wasting no time or teasing; your body was so utterly ready for him that it was intoxicating.

The pace of his thrusts steadily picked up, your hips rolling with his movements, gasps escaping your parted lips. Your head lulled, swimming with lust as your body pulsed around him, limbs twisting pleasurably.

Fingering you greedily, the scent of your desire hit Sanji, his hips bucking against your leg in need of friction.You felt nearly pathetic, the way you rocked against his hand, the way you writhed with moaning satisfaction. Even his heavy breathing, hot on your inner thigh, sent burning waves up your spine; and when he pressed the heel of his palm against your clit, you fucking shuddered.

God, you thought this would help, but Sanji’s fingers buried inside your cunt only seemed to make you wetter and needier, as if nothing would be enough to satiate you. And when he spread his fingers wide, stretching you out deliciously, you cursed that damned plant, even as pleasured whines slipped past your lips.

As he fingered you nice and deep, Sanji’s mouth trailed hot, wet kisses along the inside of your leg, sighing contently at the taste of your salty skin on his tongue. His fingers hooked, curving up into your cervix, palm steadily massaging your clit as you keened unabashedly, toes curling and knees shaking, yanking roughly at his hair. With a hiss, he bit your flesh, not hard enough to break skin, but enough to surprise you, your hips bucking again.

“Fu-uck--!” You whined, his hand unrelenting as your eyes crossed, orgasm washing over you with a surge. For that split second, it was utter bliss, vision starry and limbs melting; but like some cruel joke, your body almost immediately grew tense and tight and desperately unfulfilled again.

That stupid plant.

You tugged encouragingly at Sanji’s hair, meeting his gaze over the swell of your heaving breasts - he was still knuckles deep inside you, eyes blown and an enthralled grin on his lips. You caught your breath, pussy clamping around his fingers, causing him to moan deep inside his chest; your body shook from the aftershocks of pleasure.

“I need more,” You instructed breathily, more like a plea than anything else. You felt as if your body was crawling, causing shakes and pulses, a twisting heat growing so big inside you that it hurt. Oh, that small bit of logic still within you was embarrassed at the way you were practically begging Sanji, needing him to make you feel good.

“My pleasure…” He said huskily, immediately tossing all of your embarrassment out the window because, fuck, he was so hot right now, making you feel so good, taking care of you like this--

Then his mouth was on your clit in the next instant, and you could have fucking burst right then and there. Your hips bucked up against his warm tongue, Sanji using his free hand to keep you down, fingers flexing in the fat of your thigh. A contented hum vibrated in his throat and your pussy, making your knees quake.

Bursts of pleasure pulsed through you as Sanji sucked your clit, his fingers continuing their wanton pumping, slower and deeper than before, pressing delectably against your cervix again now that he realized just how frenzied it made you. Your hand twisted in his hair, pulling eagerly as your hips rocked against his mouth, eyes rolling back with sinful mewls. Fuck, his tongue was goddamn perfect, swirling where you were most sensitive, lapping from pussy to clit, teasing as he slowly pulled his fingers from you before plunging back in.

Your legs were already shaking again, buzzing with satisfaction; Sanji groaned deeply at the sweet taste of you, and your knees nearly clamped around his head with a gasp.

His fingers stopped pumping, pulling out of you so he could ravage your pussy with his mouth instead. You jolted as his tongue dove between your folds, his hands tightly grabbing your legs to keep you still.

You threw your head back, drool pooling on your tongue as you rode against Sanji’s mouth, tugging his hair harshly, struggling to keep your legs spread for him. He consumed you like a man starved, licking along the strip of your cunt, diving into you, nipping your clit. Every single touch was like electricity shooting through your veins, body twitching and jumping, at the will of Sanji’s touch.

His tongue was feverish, growing sloppier and more insistent, fucking in and out of you, his own hungry sounds driving you crazy. Your body felt out of your control as you writhed, legs shaky in Sanji’s hands, hips stuttering with each lap of his tongue, fingers twisting tightly in his hair.

“Fuck, please, please--!” You muttered a nearly incoherent mantra as your hips rolled greedily, hands tugging harshly at his scalp. Sanji knew exactly what he was doing to you, mouth gaining urgency, causing your legs to nearly clasp around him again; but still, he kept them wide open in his grip. The titillation was practically unbearable as you wiggled beneath him, crying with delight, quaking as your vision went black with another earth shattering orgasm.

As you came, eyes crossed and expletives escaping you, Sanji continued his ravaging, eating you out as if he couldn’t get enough of your taste. The stimulation was nearly overwhelming, whining high in your throat, hands yanking at his hair again and again because you felt so damn good that it nearly hurt.

He finally relented, coming up for a gasp of air. His lips were shiny with your slick as he grinned wickedly, delighting in your blissed out expression while crawling up your body.

Catching your breath, that scorching heat reignited like an unscratchable itch, causing you to groan desperately in Sanji’s face. He chuckled, an enticing rumble in his chest that made your body ache for him. You could smell your fragrance on his mouth as he hovered over you, arms braced either side of your head as your noses brushed.

“You alright, love?” He spoke against your lips, the taste of yourself drawing another hum from inside you.

You wound your arms tight around Sanji’s neck, catching his lips in an impassioned, feverish kiss. Hooking your ankles around the back of his legs, you drew his body atop yours, rolling your hips against his straining erection and causing him to grunt. Your tongue snaked past his lips, tasting yourself everywhere.

As you rubbed your body with his, Sanji’s hand cupped your jaw with a surprising tenderness. There was something almost romantic about it, and you found that thought so intimidating that you abruptly broke away from the kiss, darkened eyes finding his urgently.

You ached again, the lustful needs of your body feeling like a drug high, pussy still wet and desperate, an ache coiling greedily within you. Sanji’s dick teased you through his trousers, and you ground against it insistently.

“Sanji,” the way you whined out his name caused his cock to twitch, both of you gasping with hunger. Normally, you wouldn’t speak so plainly, but considering you weren’t exactly in your right mind, the words just spilled out of you, “It’s getting worse.” When he raised his brow, you elaborated while slowly grinding against him, “Everytime I come, I need more.”

Sanji’s jaw hung slack, enjoying the way you moved against him, enraptured by your unrestrained ache for him. His voice was low and erotic against your lips, “I told you to use me, didn’t I?”

You whined again desperately. Even as you burned for him, you managed to taunt, “Confident you can keep up?”

But even that quip conjured thoughts of all the ways he could make your body feel good, and your legs flexed hungrily around him. If you weren’t so high with need, you would have glowered at that dangerous look he gave you, but unfortunately, it just made you want him more.

“For you? Oh, I could do this all day.”

You tightened like a spring, a desperate moan in your throat as you clumsily began to fumble with Sanji’s trousers, practically ripping them off in your haste. For a moment, the two of you were an awkward tangle of limbs as he shoved out of the remainder of his clothing, skin hot and sweaty to the touch, dick grazing along your stomach and pelvis as you grew hungrier for him. Your nails raked along every bit of skin you could reach, dragging along his abs and waist, trailing down his back to the curve of his ass, where you dug in just a little.

Sanji propped himself up on his hands, drinking in the sight of you as you ripped off your bra, the final offensive article of clothing flung away blindly. You took the opportunity to cast your gaze down between you, licking your lips as you eyed Sanji’s cock, red and swollen and just right.

God, you couldn’t believe that you’d just written him off this entire time, that all this time you ignored this striking man with his wicked smile and sultry eyes, his goddamn perfect physique and--

“Droolin’, love?” He teased, drawing your eyes back up. Yes you wanted him deep inside you, you wanted to take all of him; but you weren’t so foggy with desire that you couldn’t taunt him back.

“Are you?” You ask with a jeering curve of your brow. Impulsively, you opened your mouth good and wide, sticking your tongue out flat with a look of anticipation.

Sanji let out a long breath at the sight of you like this, his eyes growing dark as he grasped your jaw. Much as you would have enjoyed him to be rougher and more domineering, it wasn’t quite in his nature; no, his grip was firm yet careful, finger and thumb squeezing your cheeks as he drew you up to meet him halfway. Without breaking eye contact, he spit into your open mouth, your body shivering, surprised that he followed through with it. You swallowed with a cheeky, flirtatious smirk.

“Fuck…” Sanji muttered, dragging you up for a brief, searing kiss. You grabbed at his hips, nails digging into his skin, growing impatient for him to make you feel good again. His lips broke from yours, pressing your foreheads together, “How do you want me?”

The question alone made you whine, cunt clenching. The instruction left your mouth before you had time to think about it, “On your back.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Sanji grinned, one arm wrapping around your middle and hastily swapping places with you, sheets tangling as you nearly fell off the edge of the narrow bed.

Your head was swimming with need now that you were on hand and knee over Sanji, so hungry for him that you wasted no time ogling his body or nipping at his skin the way you normally would with a lover. No, you were desperately wet, and you needed him inside you now or else you may lose it.

You felt like an animal, the way you situated yourself over Sanji, reaching between you to give his hard cock a single pump in your hand before guiding him to your entrance.

Staring into one another’s eyes, you sat back on his dick in one slick motion, taking him to the hilt as you both groaned shamelessly, his thighs flexing beneath your ass. You lingered for a moment, cunt pulsing around him, Sanji’s hands gripping your hips, chests heaving. And as if he lit the fire inside you, you began to bounce up and down the length of his shaft.

“My god…” He growled, eyes back and fingers squeezing your hips as you bobbed on his dick, so goddamn slick and wet, bracing your hands atop his sturdy chest. He filled you so well, thick head pushing into you with each drop, sliding between your walls like he was meant to be there.

Oh, being on top was a bad idea, you realized as your eyes crossed, your neediness making you sloppy as you rolled your hips, your bouncing rhythmless as you chased your high. But it felt so good, every damn part of you, the fullness of Sanji’s cock making you dizzy, the way he stretched you out, the way he held onto you almost possessively. Shit, you couldn’t tell what felt best because you were so sensitive, going wild for how deep he reached, for the way his head caught inside you because he couldn’t pull out at this angle, the bit of pressure against your clit each time you moved.

You leaned back, steadying your palms just above Sanji’s knees, the shift causing his dick to meet your cervix, your head lulling back with a cry. You ground your hips in an eager, hectic pattern, clenching and whining at how full you were, gasping as Sanji bucked up into you to get that little bit deeper.

Shit, you were too horny and wet, that damned pollen making you feel like you were on the verge again, every minuscule movement felt good enough to make you cum already. And you knew you would, over and over again, Sanji’s cock fitting like a glove, thrusting against your sensitive clit, filling you to the brim--

“Fucking made for me--” You whimper like a woman possessed as you cum suddenly, abruptly, overwhelmingly. Your nails dug into Sanji’s thighs, body going rigid as you stared up at the ceiling. He twitched inside you, the both of you moaning together at the sensation. If you had the wherewithal, you would have been embarrassed by the thing you blurted out, by the fact that you came so fast again, but already desire was winding back through your body with no end in sight.

“Another one already, love?” Sanji whispered with a mystified grin, lazily rocking his hips with yours, hands trailing up to grope your waist and breasts. All you could do was hum with satisfaction, back arching as he tweaked your nipples. He gave a particularly deep, calculated thrust into you, delighting in the way you mewled, “Ah, but you’re not done yet.”

“Not even close.” You challenged, even as your voice wavered.

Sanji squeezed your breasts firmly, urging you to lean down towards him; he kissed you chastely before dipping his head, your back arching as his tongue swirled one of your peaked nipples.

As he bit and sucked at your breast, his hand massaged your other; his hips slowly began to thrust up into you again. Whimpers spilled past your lips over and over, Sanji’s cock hitting you a little harder each time, his tongue and teeth on your nipple causing your head to spin.

His hands trailed down to grab your ass while his mouth continued ravaging you, giving one cheek a firm slap before pressing you down on his cock. You were so hungry for him, needing more even with him balls deep, needing him like fresh water.

Sanji sucked a dark hickey on the inside of your breast, lips popping as he broke away from your skin. When he looked up at you through his lashes, you cupped his jaw and kissed him earnestly, which was far too intimate considering that this wasn’t supposed to mean anything. The thrust of his hips faltered for a moment, as if he, too, realized the warmth of it, but he quickly sped up his rhythm as if to compensate, skin slapping skin as you groaned into one another’s mouths.

When you gasped for air, you kept your forehead to Sanji’s, the angle of his pelvis rubbing against your clit making you clench and shake. His breath was hot on your lips as his cock drove into you, hand slapping your ass again just to hear you whine.

“I ne-eed--” Your voice hitched, his dick burying particularly good into you, “--need deeper.”

Sanji huffed out an ensnared laugh, thrusting inside you then lingering there. He rolled you against him, captivated by the way your pussy tightened around him, “Deeper?”

You bit down on your lip as he taunted you, grinding your hips together, “Mhm…”

Sanji’s nose grazed along your cheek and down your neck, mouth ghosting along your skin as he spoke lowly, “In that case: up.”

He stopped grinding, spanking your ass again encouragingly. You pushed yourself back to sit atop him, and Sanji’s brows rose pointedly.

“Up.” He repeated, and you then realized what he meant. You lifted off his cock, crying at how empty you were as Sanji pushed out from under you. As he stood, you eyed him up and down like a slab of meat, sighing longingly at his goddamn hypnotically perfect cock. He grasped your chin, tilting your head back to look up at him; he looked good like this, taking charge and commanding.

His gaze trailed from your eyes to your mouth then back to your eyes, a silent instruction that you eagerly obliged, opening your mouth so he could spit into it again. Your cunt tightened as his saliva hit your tongue, wet and needy for him to be back inside you.

Sanji gave you a swift kiss before releasing your chin, watching through hooded eyes as you arranged yourself doggy style before him, though your narrow bed forced you to brace your hands on the wall beside it. You peered back over your shoulder, arching your back impatiently as he simply took a moment to ogle your alluring body.

Just as you were about to whine with frustration, Sanji leaned over you, grabbing at your hips and pressing open-mouthed kisses along your shoulder and neck. You pushed your ass back, the full head of his cock brushing against your curves; he took in a deep breath of your scent, face in your hair, causing you to shudder.

His lips were so soft and sweet along your skin - too sweet, considering the carnal need eating you from the inside out. Maybe under any other circumstances you would have enjoyed Sanji’s tenderness - not that you’d dare tell him as much - but at the moment, all you could do was groan insistently while pressing your ass back.

“Sanji, fuck me.” You urged, causing him to lift his head and meet eyes over your shoulder; you couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but there was something serious in his gaze. Just as quickly as you noticed it, though, it was gone, Sanji leaning back to regard your ass, one hand squeezing it while he grabbed his erection in the other, lining himself up with your entrance.

His head nudged at your cunt, teasing up and down the slit, prodding at your clit. Just the baiting alone made you yearn, back arching again needily. He met your eyes once more as he slowly sunk into you, this new angle causing vulgar moans to escape you as he so easily bottomed out, filling you completely. Fuck, he got so deep, head just prodding at your uterus, your pussy constricting around his girth.

He lingered, as if allowing you to adjust to his size, though you were so damn wet and high that you just wanted him to fuck you till it hurt. With a drunken look in your face, you pushed back against his hips, mewling with satisfaction, hands flexing against the splintering wall. Behind you, Sanji, too, groaned, reaching around you to swirl his fingers over your swollen clit; the sensation caused your head to lull back, falling onto his shoulder.

You were damn near tempted to beg for him, to plead that he take you rough and quick. But as the words almost left your mouth, Sanji pulled out, stopping when all that was left was his head, before slamming back into you. You yelped with surprise, eyes crossing as he began to pump his hips, sinking into you over and over, so fast and deep that it was nearly painful - exactly how you wanted it, that goddamn mindreader.

The sounds spilling from your lips were so crass and pornographic - you were never so vocal before, but now you simply couldn’t help it. Not with Sanji’s cock buried perfectly between your folds, his hands squeezing your hips, his mouth hot on your skin. You couldn’t be sure if it was the damned plant making you like this or if it was really, simply him.

As Sanji fucked you like he was the one who needed it, you curved back into him, his chest to your back, hair tangling as his heavy panting blew across your face, the angle of your neck allowing you to rest your sweaty forehead against his chin. God, his own grunts of pleasure were all-consuming, making your cunt tighten and your knees shake; you had to grope tightly at the wall for purchase, feeling as if you could lose your grip at any moment.

“This how you want it?” Sanji muttered hoarsely, to which you hummed eagerly, “More?”

“God, ye-es,” You slurred.

He immediately started snapping his hips with even more intensity, a deep cry leaping from you. He leaned into you heavily, bracing his hands on the wall either side of yours, and you felt like you were going to come undone from how good he made you feel, how his hard cock plunged deep into you, how his hips slammed against your ass urgently.

Shit, there were stars in your eyes as you took him, pussy soaking wet and clenching tight, legs shaky with pleasure. You couldn’t help the way your limbs began to dissolve into jelly, struggling to stay upright, arching as you pressed forward, cheek to the wall in front of you, drool teasing as the corner of your mouth.

Feeling you melt on him, Sanji’s arms snaked around you again, cupping your breasts and forcing you back against him, sweat slick between your bodies as the angle change caused you to keen. His hands were delectably rough, one fondling your nipple as the other snaked down to your front, lingering just out of reach from your clit. His fingers splayed across your pelvis, pressing you back into him firmly, holding you steady as his cock thrust up into you.

“Really am made for you,” Sanji grumbled into your hair, teeth nipping at your ear. With the way your head spun, you nearly forgot what you’d said earlier until he recalled it, the gruffness of his words making you pulse around him. He moaned deep in his chest at the feel of you, hips driving with particular intensity, the pressure above your clit making you dizzy.

Sanji’s hand on your breast trailed up your neck to your jaw, urging you to turn your head so he could kiss you sloppily, his tongue shoving hungrily into your mouth, thrusts unrelenting.

When your lips broke apart, he kept you there, forehead to yours as he groaned, “Say it again.”

The request made a spring tighten deep inside, a moan falling from your mouth into his. Again, under different circumstances, you’d be nearly embarrassed by your dirty talk, but now it just made you wetter.

“Your cock was made for me,” You mewled, voice hitching, lips brushing Sanji’s with each word. He whined, hips persistent up against yours, only encouraging you, “Fits me so fucking good--”

Unexpectedly, his cock slammed up hard into you, the both of you yelping as he stiffened and held you tight. You could feel him cumming deep inside, twitching and grunting, filling you to the brim. And you were right there behind him, turned on so much by the fact that he was spilling into you; you lost control with a wild cry, body trembling with your release.

For a long beat, the two of you stayed just like that, tangled together and panting heavily. Your head was still spinning, Sanji’s cum slowly leaking down your thigh; and like the curse that just wouldn’t quit, your body lit up again carnally, ready to keep going and going and going.

“Shit,” Sanji hissed into your hair, finally coming back down to earth.

The both of you quivered as his hands dropped to your hips, easing himself slowly out of you with a low keen; the loss of him caused his seed to ooze out of you, soaking the inside of your legs. He rested his sweaty forehead between your shoulder blades as he caught his breath.

“Sorry, I didn’t think I’d cum that fast.”

You hummed contently, blindly reaching back to knot your fingers through his hair. Even as your body ached for him again, your lips curved up with jest, “You can do this all day?”

To your teasing, Sanji roughly squeezed your hips; you could feel his smile against your clammy skin, “Oh, I promise that. Just gimme five minutes.”

True to his word, Sanji recovered in record time; you spent those few minutes waiting touching yourself, though even that couldn’t make you feel as good as he did. That goddamn pollen was unrelenting - you’d lost track of how many orgasms you had once Sanji returned to you, using his hands and mouth and cock to bring your ruination time and again. And even then, you kept begging for more.

By the time your body had stopped burning, you realized just how spent you really were, muscles aching in all the right ways, limbs quivering even while you did nothing.

Fuck, even once you were back in your right mind, you couldn’t stop thinking about Sanji - that was the best fucking sex of your life, but how the hell could you tell him that? This was your crewmate, your friend, an obnoxious flirt, and, apparently, some kind of sex aficionado, considering all the ways he managed to make you cum. Once he eventually left the safety and comfort of your room, the spell would really be broken, you weren’t sure how you were ever going to look at him normally ever again.

But right now, as you watched him redress slowly - because he was just as worn out as you were - you tried not to let the panic set in. You were certain there was no fucking way you could just be normal with him moving forward. The thought that you and Sanji would be sharing a secret this big made something coil inside you, and for a moment you nearly panicked, thinking that maybe the plant’s effects hadn’t totally worn off and were back with vengeance.

But, no, it had nothing to do with the damned pollen. You realized, frighteningly, that it was completely and utterly you getting worked up thinking about what Sanji was able to do to you; your reaction had nothing to do with that plant at all.

You weren’t certain if Sanji could tell that you were panicking, because you weren’t sure what was going on in his head, either. Yet, when he met your watchful gaze while shrugging into his shirt, he gave you that dazzling, gorgeous grin of his, and you couldn’t help smiling back; though, the butterflies swirling in your stomach filled you with something akin to dread.

Sanji bit the inside of his lip as he studied your face; it seemed like he was trying to make up his mind about something, which only made you more nervous.

Before you could think or react or stop him, Sanji swiftly dipped down to where you lay on the bed, tenderly cupping your cheek and swooping in to steal a kiss that made your heart skip a beat inside your chest.

Shit, maybe this did mean something after all. And that terrified you most of all.

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Addt, Author's Note | Been a little while since I've written smut, so hopefully this wasn't just repetitive or disappointing lol. I don't totally love the ending, but it isn't the worst, so c'est la vie~