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━ ❝SHIT, IM STUCK!❞ roronoa zoro
Characters // roronoa zoro
Summary // … your mom always said it was bad luck to sneak around and poke your nose into other peoples business, and of course, you never believed her. Until you somehow got stuck in a hole because of it with only one man behind you to get you out… little did you know he had other plans in mind.
Warnings // … fem! reader, she/her pronouns, pet names, glory hole action cause I’m a degenerate, p in v, penetration, dirty talk, dub-con, humiliation, semipublic sex, spanking, teasing, power dynamic, dom! zoro, sub! reader, sadist and masochist, fingering, creampie, breeding kink, no plot pure smut.
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“What the hell are you doing?”
With your body halfway shoved through a broken down wall, you flinched when you heard someone on the other side behind you. Shit, did someone follow you? Excuses filtered through your head like a speeding train.
In truth, all you wanted to do was eavesdrop on your best friend, Nami. She had been hiding something recently and you were determined to figure out why. You were starting to guess it had to do something with some treasure she found recently, but whenever you asked, she just shrugged and changed the topic of conversation.
She’s guilty! You know she is! Why else would she be changing the conversation whenever you asked?!
You suspected she was in the building you were currently trying to sneak into, but the only quiet access inside was behind in the alleyway through a small hole in a stone wall. You thought were small enough to fit, but unfortunately for you, there was already a struggle.
“Uh, don’t mind me, sir. I’m just—“
“It’s me, dipshit.”
You blinked when you finally recognized the voice, heat flushing your face. ‘Damn it, it’s Zoro! Wasn’t he supposed to be at the ship all day?’
He was the last person you wanted to see in a time like this. Zoro rarely ever snitched, but he did like to know what was going on. Especially with you. Maybe it was because you were ten times weaker than him, but he always wanted to know what you were doing and why you were doing it, even if he knew he wouldn’t like the answer. Which wasn’t going to work in your favor right now.
“don’t forget your cute little stupid hat, law.”
it was just an off-handed comment when you saw he was about to leave the room without it. it’s true: the hat was cute, but it was also quite silly in your eyes, which was why you called it stupid. all in good nature, of course!
you really didn’t think much of it, and so you were confused when law closed the ajar door of his office and walked back to your spot in the sofa beside his desk. his eyebrow was raised and he had a small smile on his lips, though, you weren’t sure if it was because he thought you were funny or maybe he didn’t like it.
you found out quick enough.
“ah—it—mhmmf!” your cries were muffled as he continued pressing your face against the chair, his cock hitting deep inside of you over and over from behind. “it was just a joke!” you slurred, drool escaping your lips due to the position you were in.
“oh, yeah?” he asked, voice breathy and laced with sarcasm. he fisted your hair in one hand and pulled you back roughly against his chest. “well, it wasn’t very funny to me.”
you couldn’t make out anything else except his name as he continued thrusting hard in and out of your gushing cunt, and you were vaguely aware that you were dripping and staining the velvet seat below. you’d already came twice at that point, the first one—embarassingly—being due to his long, slender fingers.
“law! law! what, now you can’t say anythin’ else?” he mocked, his other hand was rubbing circles on your clit relentlessly, making you jolt and shake because of the overstimulation, to which he just laughed at right over your ear. “c’mon, baby, let me hear you crack a joke again.”
he pulled his fingers away making you whine, then you felt him move a little, his grip on your hair loosening. you took that chance to breathe and that’s when you felt his hat drop on the top your head.
“let’s see how many orgasms i can get out of you while you’re wearing my cute little stupid hat, hm?”
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Just Between Us
- ☆ - Sanji x Reader
- ☆ - !WARNING OF EXPLICIT CONTENT- 18+!
- ☆ - 12k
- ☆ - a/n: ♧ reposting this fic because tumblr nuked it from the tags. if you ever happened to find the original two-parter floating somewhere lmk :3 ♧
- ☆ - tags: ♧ reader is a member of the straw-hats ♧ light!voyeurism ♧ teasing ♧ fem!reader ♧ some subby!sanji and dom!reader but Sanji-kun is a true switch :3 ♧ panty sniffing ♧ begging ♧ male!masturbation ♧ cum play-ish ♧ leg fetish(?) ♧ body worship ♧ humping ♧ Sanji gets a nose bleed so there will be mentions of blood ♧ idk how else to tag this but reader teases sanji and he's a lil desperate cunt-slut ♧ never had a beta, we die like fools ♧

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Word Count: 2,100+ Part 2 (Part 1 here)
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Warnings: Pollen!Sanji, smut, 18+, MDNI, Sanji has inhaled pollen, Sanji can't relieve himself, Edging, Crying, Whimpering, Begging, rutting, Solo!Sanji, Sanji x Afab!reader. smut, p in v
Nasty, icky, filthy and sticky. Fuck it. I love it. - kinktober day 04
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Sanjis perversions really weren't a secret or a surprise to anyone on board, and the least of all to you. You saw how he looked at you. How sanjis body tensed when you told him to fetch you something. How eager to please he was.
haunted.
pairing: sanji x afab!reader.
“you hated sanji — which made it impossible to understand why fucking him felt so good.”
warnings: smut — minors dni. enemies to lovers, hate sex, kitchen sex, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, rough sex, dirty talk, hair pulling, light spanking, size kink, semi-public setting (on the ship), unprotected sex, light degradation/praise mix.
you hated sanji. hated him in a visceral way, almost as if it were personal.
which is why it was hard to understand why on earth you were bent over his counter, in his kitchen, while sanji was fucking you hard — after already making you come at least twice.
all right, fine. let’s get the facts straight and go back to the beginning.
you had always hated men desperate for women — the kind who fawn over any skirt that walks by. so imagine your surprise when your captain introduced you to the crew — and there he was: the perfect embodiment of everything you wanted to avoid.
it felt like being thrown into a nightmare dressed in a suit and an apron, and it almost made you reconsider whether joining that madness was worth it.
for weeks, you tried to ignore him and simply go along with the journey, reminding yourself of luffy’s generosity and that this was your crew, after all.
in the end, even sanji was kind — sometimes too kind. but along with that kindness came a certain desperation that turned obvious virtues into an irritating façade, making you avoid him whenever you could.
deeper into that whole situation, no matter how much you tried not to let it show — to avoid turning your time together into hell — at some point he truly saw you, all of you, and pulled away.
as the months went by, he grew more distant, colder. not that he treated you badly — that would have been impossible, even under those circumstances — but he went from an unbearable chatterbox to a polite machine with pre‑programmed responses. he only offered you things when it was part of serving everyone else. it became nothing more than “good morning,” “good night,” or “thank you” — and nothing beyond that.
until that night.
you’d docked at a rather unusual island — not to say downright strange. as usual, most of the crew went ashore to shop, and this time it ended up being just you and sanji on the ship. you had a headache, and he preferred to pick out the best ingredients during the day, not late in the afternoon when only the scraps were left.
chopper was an amazing doctor, but sometimes his skills had their limits. even after resting and taking the medicine he had so kindly given you, your head still felt as if someone had set up camp inside your skull with a hammer.
it must have been around six o’clock when you finally left your room — the sun was still hugging the waves in its farewell. it would have been a beautiful end to the day, if you hadn’t been in such a foul mood.
even knowing sanji would be there, you went to the kitchen. you kept repeating to yourself that it would be fine, but the discomfort was already slicking your palms — still, you tried to keep your face impassive as you pushed the door open.
you forced yourself to look neutral as you stepped in. it wasn’t the kind of nerves that hit when someone attractive flirts with you — it was worse: that stifling unease that comes from the presence of someone you’ve been trying to avoid, and who just won’t stop existing near you.
sanji was chopping vegetables, completely focused. fine, maybe he was attractive. the way he moved in the kitchen was genuinely fascinating, and his tall, lean, strong frame didn’t hurt either. he wore one of those blue shirts, buttons undone almost halfway down his chest. the fabric looked light, a little wrinkled, revealing the start of a defined abdomen.
what a waste: a man so skilled with his hands, so physically appealing, turning pathetic the moment he opened his mouth, right?
maybe it was your brain betraying you, or the medication, maybe both. but you couldn’t help thinking you’d even sleep with him if he’d just keep his mouth shut. what would he be like in bed? pathetic there too? begging to fuck you? or would he drop that “gentleman” act and actually fuck you hard?
you gave your head a small shake, brushing the thought away, trying to remind yourself of who he really was — especially when your hormones and months without sex kept pushing you away from reason.
“feeling any better?” sanji’s voice made you glance toward him — though his eyes never left the carrots he was slicing.
you walked over to the cupboard, opening the doors casually. your hands weren’t sweaty anymore, but they were still a little cold. you preferred to believe it was because of the migraine creeping in, not because of him.
it happened often — nami never missed a chance to joke about it — but you were sure it was only because his presence annoyed you.
nothing to do with tension. nothing to do with arousal. even if, seconds ago, you’d been thinking about the slightest chance of sleeping with him.
“i am. chopper gave me some medicine, but i think it’s just a migraine,” you said, pulling out a jar with some teas you kept stored. then you turned to him, giving the jar a small shake and a barely‑there smile. “i think my teas might help more. you mind if i use the kitchen for a few minutes? i promise i’ll be quick.”
he nodded without even looking at you.
you moved over to the stove, ignoring his coldness — something that had already become routine. most women would probably feel offended being ignored by a man as handsome as sanji — of course, if he was being silently sexy like he was now, and not an idiot. but for you, that was perfect.
a few minutes passed, wrapped in an almost comforting silence. the only sounds were the bubbling of the water and the precise rhythm of sanji’s knife against the cutting board.
without meaning to, your eyes drifted from the tea box, its patterns neat and repetitive, and landed on him — more specifically, on his hands.
you spent a few seconds watching the way sanji chopped the vegetables with an annoyingly graceful precision. you narrowed your eyes slightly, annoyed at yourself for finding it beautiful.
no one could say how long you stood there, staring at him, until his voice snapped you back to reality.
“are you hungry? i can make something if you want.” he finally lifted his head, giving you a gentle look that somehow managed to irritate you all over again.
“no, thanks.” you tried not to sound curt, just uninterested. “i just want the tea.”
right on cue, the water boiled, the kettle’s whistle pulling you out of your own head. sanji stayed still for a moment, as if about to say something, but then closed his mouth and went back to what he was doing.
with surprising speed, you finished making the tea. standing back-to-back with sanji brought a tension no blade of his — no matter how sharp — could ever cut through. your shoulders were tight, your arms stiff with the almost-touch between your bodies, creating a thick, torturous charge in the air around you.
for a few moments, while the water steeped the tea bag, you found yourself tangled in your own thoughts. it was terrible not understanding what the hell you were feeling. anger, yeah — that had to be it. what bothered you was that no anger you could remember had ever come with such a strong urge to fuck someone.
did he feel the same? did sanji think about fucking you?
no, impossible. well, maybe possible — but not the way you wanted. sanji was known to fall hopelessly for just about anyone. clearly, you’d be just another one in his bed.
just the thought of that sent a sick feeling rising in your throat — uncomfortable as those thoughts were.
then suddenly, sanji appeared behind you. first, his long, strong arm reached over your head, grabbing something from a cabinet. right after, you felt his presence — closed off and tense, different from how he acted around the other women. it was more like the vibe he gave off next to zoro — the one he constantly traded barbs with and clearly hated.
he smelled like cigarettes mixed with nutmeg — a warm scent that wrapped around you in that moment, making you close your eyes for a second.
remembering where — and with whom — you were, you quickly turned, almost knocking over the hot cup into your own hand. the surprise made him step back a bit, but he was still close enough for that scent to keep... sinking into you.
and it wasn’t the only thing you wanted penetrating you.
fuck it. this was definitely the worst, most torturous pms — or sex deprivation — you’d ever had. seriously. what a humiliation.
“what are you doing, sanji?” you frowned at him. it annoyed you how easily he could unravel you with so little effort.
“sorry, didn’t mean to scare you, just wanted to grab the seasoning.” his voice was low, almost a whisper.
he turned his face away, trying not to bite his lip. his voice was really sensual, nice to hear — it made you imagine what other pathetic sounds he might make.
you almost wanted to shove a knife down your own throat for thinking that. but honestly? that was all you had left for that weird night: the urge to fuck someone you said you hated.
“okay,” you said, grabbing the tea, ready to leave that kitchen. maybe nami was right. maybe your hatred wasn’t exactly what you thought. maybe. maybe. maybe.
“wait.” he touched your arm so gently you were caught off guard. “can i ask you something?”
you turned around, trying to hide any reaction — irritation, nervousness, whatever. it wouldn’t be fair to take it out on sanji just because he was in the same room as you.
“why... why do you hate me so much?” he asked, frowning with an expression you recognized as shame.
usually, sanji was pathetic — but not like that. you weren’t being mean, just honest. he had this awful habit of... well, humiliating himself. but right then, in that moment, he seemed different. like he was really digging deep in his mind, like he needed to get it all out at once.
you frowned too. even trying not to show it, it was impossible in the space you shared — and sanji was smart enough to notice certain things.
he moved closer but still kept a safe distance. your bodies were face to face, just millimeters apart.
putting the tea down on the counter, you crossed your arms, thinking of a reply. it was kinda hard — he was very much there. a bit taller, pretty strong. his presence was constant, undeniable.
looking away, you tried to follow your own thoughts. there was no dodging it, at some point you two had to have this talk. it was confusing too. maybe even you, despite having a plausible reason, didn’t fully get why his presence bothered you so much.
the explanation you had started to fade at some point — the point when your mind made you consider some not-so-appropriate thoughts.
you took a deep breath, already had something ready to say, but sanji didn’t let you. his hand landed on the counter, right next to your tea, and he leaned toward you. there was care and a certain hesitation in his movements — not something you’d expect from the sanji you knew.
“hit me, yell, or just stop talking to me if i’m wrong, but i don’t think you really hate me,” he whispered, “and i really want to be wrong, but at the same time, i don’t.”
you opened your mouth, ready to snap back, but nothing came out. he was too close, his scent and the feel of his body so near yours hitting your nerves. it was like you were frozen — not uncomfortable, but caught in your own lie, like a kid busted doing something wrong.
quickly, yet painfully slow, his fingers brushed your waist. his touch felt like fire spreading through your body, lighting something up inside you immediately.
“sanji…” your voice came out rougher than you wanted.
he closed the distance even more, his warm breath mixing with yours. “tell me to stop if you don’t want this, i’ll do whatever you ask.”
oh.
it hit you like a punch to the gut. you knew you should tell him to stop. you knew you hated desperation, that the reasons played in your head like a mantra every damn day — but you just couldn’t. none of that mattered when you felt his body so close, his touch burning enough to almost intoxicate you. his skin golden in the late afternoon light, his big hands anchored on your hips — that’s what mattered.
there was no sweetness in the kiss. it couldn’t be.
it was urgent and hot, like a heated fight over who’d give in first. as for sanji, you didn’t know, but you weren’t ready to give up yet. gripping his shirt, you felt the buttons scratch the palm of your hand as you pulled him closer, wanting to fuse your bodies even more and hold on to that good feeling.
sanji groaned low against your mouth, making your whole body shiver. you felt your back hit the counter, his hands sliding down your waist to the hem of your shirt. when his fingers touched your bare skin, you arched, letting out a sigh that was anything but hate.
he kept kissing you while his fingers expertly traced down your shirt, slowly undoing the buttons. their mouths parted, and he started kissing your neck, leaving light bites that made you moan without meaning to.
“your voice is so beautiful… i’ve always wondered what it would be like to hear you moan my name.” his voice came out rough.
“you’re gonna have to try a lot harder if you want to hear your name from my mouth, sanji.” you growled, even though you were trembling inside.
he kissed damn well. really well. sanji smiled and pulled you closer again, making you sit on the counter.
“and i can do whatever i want? i thought you hated me… you’re gonna give in that easily?” his fingers played between your breasts, covered only by the thin fabric of your bra, making you frown in pleasure. sanji deliberately rubbed against you and you felt his hard erection. it took more willpower than you thought you had not to touch it, not to find out just how big he really was.
you leaned closer to his mouth, pulling him by his messy collar until his lips were near.
“yeah… maybe i will. but there’s a catch: you’ll have to fuck me really well, then i’ll think about hating you a little less. and don’t even think i’m gonna beg for it. fuck me… prove that you can.”
he smiled and slid his fingers along your neck — but didn’t squeeze. pulling you in, he kissed you with even more desire than before. it hurt to admit it, but feeling his cock pressing against your thigh was driving you crazy. again, you had to be strong not to rip his clothes off and fuck him as many times as he could.
one kiss and your confusion melted into a single thought: you were completely dizzy from the mix of smells and sensations sanji was giving you right then.
sanji stopped kissing you again and trailed his lips down your back where your blouse was slightly open, leaving warm kisses that spread on your skin like a gentle fever, but also with a visceral heat.
you watched him descend the trail of kisses until he was on his knees between your legs.
sanji lifted his eyes to you, his face close to your pussy still covered. that look was clear and obvious: he wanted you without that piece of clothing. you lifted your hips on the counter, waiting for him to pull it off completely, but his hands slid up your thighs, under your skirt, pulling only your panties while a cheeky smile appeared on his lips.
when he finally took them off, he slipped them into his pocket.
damn, what a bastard. you hated that wicked smile of someone who knew exactly what he was doing.
there was another hint of a smile when sanji brought his face closer to your intimacy, while his hands pulled you to the edge of the table but held you firmly. he was pretty tall and the counter wasn’t that high, so it was easy for him to do whatever he wanted in that moment.
you first felt his tongue, warm and soft, sliding over your folds. he took one hand off your waist and gently slid his fingers between them, spreading you open, then slid his tongue again, this time with more confidence. he pulled a sigh from you, then a moan, and soon after, more and more.
it was impossible not to grab his blond strands while he ate you like pure worship. he started slow, testing the waters, but when he got a positive response, he began devouring you. his tongue slid over you and his fingers massaged your clit—every touch hitting your nerves, pulling guttural moans from deep inside you.
by then, your voice was louder than you wanted, but it was impossible not to moan while he was eating you so well. your climax was building deep inside, dripping along with the fluids sanji eagerly sucked with his lips. every second, you felt closer to paradise; after so long without sex, getting that divine oral was inevitable.
the bastard knew exactly how to eat pussy, that was undeniable. at least his big mouth was good for something.
“oh, sanji, fuck... this is so good, please don’t stop... i’m gonna come,” you moaned—and you lost badly, even though you’d claimed you wouldn’t, but fuck it.
then he stopped massaging your clit and started sliding his fingers inside you. he began with just one, which pulled a heavy sigh from you, then added another.
“so wet... my dick’s gonna slide into you so easy. i can’t wait to fuck you, you know?” he said, looking at you. there was so much lust in his eyes that suddenly you realized the situation and allowed yourself to feel a little embarrassed.
his blue eyes were as deep as the ocean, giving you a beautiful view of him between your legs, staring at you.
sanji then began pushing his fingers deeper inside you, fucking you. you threw your head back, moaning louder and louder as you felt yourself tighten around those long fingers.
when you lifted your head, sanji wasn’t on his knees anymore but close to you. his fingers were still working your pussy. you felt so close to coming that tears welled up in your eyes, your brain drifting farther from reality with every second.
suddenly sanji kissed you, this time with even more hunger. he ran his tongue over your lips while holding your face. and still, he didn’t stop fucking you for a second.
when he pulled away, he looked as ecstatic as you felt, but his presence made your head spin.
“looks like i’ll have to focus on fucking you and shutting you up at the same time,” he said, curling his fingers inside you — hitting your most sensitive spot with such precision it made the world around you disappear.
there was no ship, no people who might walk in and see you half-naked with your legs over him — just your heavy breathing, your almost-high-pitched moans, and the black-and-white flashes you now saw as shooting stars.
the orgasm hit you full force like a warm, glowing wave drenched in pure euphoria. from your core to the outside of your body, you trembled as spasms shook the inside of your thighs, radiating straight from your center and pulsing around where his fingers were — now slick with your fluids.
suddenly, sanji pulled away again — but with his fingers still inside you. breathless, you watched him lower his head once more, his eyes locking on yours before he slid his fingers out and gripped your thighs firmly, pressing them against his hips, spreading you even wider and giving him full access to your pussy.
he went back to eating you out, this time focused on sucking up the juices from your first orgasm. you were still catching your breath, so the sensation felt like being dragged back into that spiraling pleasure.
you barely had time to breathe. your first orgasm still pulsed in waves through your body as sanji’s mouth showed no mercy, licking and sucking every sensitive spot.
“sanji… i… can’t…” you gasped, but your words melted into a long moan as another wave crashed over you. a burst so fierce your muscles clenched around nothing, and you arched your back, feeling the second orgasm tear through you in spasms one after the other.
his hands held you tight as your breath hitched and your whole body shook, each contraction pulling another moan from you, until the tension melted into a heavy heat that spread across the counter, through the air, and into every muscle of yours.
by that point, there wasn’t a trace of hate left in you. the pleasure was so overwhelming, so damn good, you couldn’t even — no matter how much you wanted to — think about all the reasons you hated sanji.
he was good at this. good at pushing away bad thoughts, sucking everything out of you, leaving you with just that warm, confusing feeling flooding your body.
he stood up, smiling. definitely a beautiful sight: tousled blonde hair, his juices dripping down his chin and face. sanji pulled open a nearby drawer and wiped himself off, never taking his eyes off you.
“still hate me?” he asked low, his voice rough.
“yeah. a lot.” you panted, still coming down from the multiple orgasms you’d just had.
“so, should i keep going? you moan so damn well for someone who hates me. looks like i’m gonna have to fuck you until you don’t feel that anymore.”
you furrowed your brows — unsure if from pleasure or anger — and pulled him closer. once again, your sex met sanji’s hardness. he closed his eyes, clearly just as sensitive as you were.
“oh yeah?” you whispered. “with all this hate i’ve got, you’re gonna have to fuck me a lot, cook.”
that was enough. sanji grabbed you, lifting you off the counter and turning you around. you gave in to the sudden force, letting out a brief moan.
then he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, thrusting a few times in the air. when you looked at him, you couldn’t help but notice the size — sanji had a huge cock, long, not too thick, slightly curved. you wanted him inside you, no more waiting.
“like what you see?” he asked, catching your gaze.
“i’d like it more if you stopped hesitating and just fucked me already. or are you gonna tell me you gave up?” you shot back.
sanji thrust a few times, lifted your skirt higher, and slapped your ass, making you gasp. damn him. he rubbed his cock all over your pussy, gathering the wetness still there, then pushed back inside you. just the feeling of him sliding against you made you moan louder than expected, arching your back more on the counter.
then he lined himself up at your entrance and slowly began to slide in, stretching you out. even after cumming twice already, it was still hard to take him. he was thicker than you’d imagined just by looking.
“oh shit, so tight... you’re so damn good.” he groaned, closing his eyes and grabbing your hips tight.
once he was fully inside, he paused for a few seconds before starting to thrust hard — but not violently. the kitchen became the stage for the obscene sounds of your bodies colliding, his cock hitting all the right spots perfectly, making you see stars again.
you lifted your hips, trying to help him reach that spot. sanji got it immediately, holding you tight as he pounded harder, chasing his own orgasm.
his cock stretched your walls beautifully, and you felt like you were in heaven. his moans were delicious, and you were overwhelmed with pleasure. you buried your face in your arms, trying not to moan louder, but it was impossible.
before long, another orgasm was waiting for you. your legs trembled and your cervix contracted softly — a total contrast to the firm thrusts you were receiving.
then sanji, with gentle strength, tangled his fingers in your hair and pulled your face toward his. his movements were calm, even while fucking you hard.
“look at me while you come,” he said in a husky moan, keeping his rhythm. you felt every inch of his cock hitting all the right spots, making you roll your eyes in ecstasy.
“damn, you’re so beautiful.” he moaned again, almost purring.
“fuck you, sanji,” you said, feeling your body tense against his.
“fucking you sounds a lot more interesting.”
screw him.
another climax hit you — even stronger than the first two. your legs trembled harder, your abdomen contracted, spilling your juices god-knows-where, and you didn’t even care.
“that’s it, come for me. you’re so beautiful coming on my cock. i’m gonna make you come on it every time.” sanji’s voice, distant, whispered in your ear. “ah, yeah… i’m close… fuck.”
in moments, he came too. sanji pulled out and spilled over your thighs, flooding you with his release.
when you finally came down from your high, sanji was already cleaning you up. once he finished, you stood up and noticed you’d stained his pants all over. it’d be hard to explain that to whoever did the laundry that week.
you slid down the counter and sat on the floor. sanji sat across from you, completely messy.
“what are you thinking about?” he broke the silence.
“that was better than i expected.”
he smiled at that. “but you’re still a complete idiot, and that was the first and last time. besides, i need to get out of here and shower before everyone arrives. and we gotta clean up this mess. what about you, what’s on your mind?”
“that you look prettier coming than hating me.”
you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling. sanji stood up and held out his hand to you, which you took. then he told you to sneak out the back.
luckily, no one saw you. half an hour later, the others arrived — enough time for sanji to get himself together and tidy the kitchen.
dinners got kinda awkward after that, and it wasn’t the last time you two hooked up.
sometimes, hating someone was kinda nice. at least it brought amazing orgasms and a decent dinner afterwards.
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I like my Trafalgar Laws silly and pathetic and stupid and emo, non of that bad boy shit he ain't that serious have you seen him
Threesome Headcanons - Part 1
Summary: a random collection of threesome headcanons with a menagerie of characters; probably the filthiest thing I've ever written
Pairings (all x afab!reader): Robin and Law, Law and Zoro, Zoro and Perona, Zoro and Sanji, Sanji and Nami, Sanji and Ace, Ace and Sabo, Sabo and Koala, Sabo cucking your aristocrat husband while he watches, Robin and Koala
Genre: pure smut
CW: NSFW // threesomes (obviously), sex toys, lots of oral and penetrative sex, some anal, devil fruit shenanigans
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Law watching you and Robin make out, and Robin watching Law fuck you, amazed by how well you take Law’s thick cock, finally deciding she’s brave enough to take it, too. Robin coming between the two of you and bending over for Law, holding your legs open so she can bury her face in your pussy while she gets fucked by the doctor. Robin getting lost between the two of you, drawing countless orgasms out of you and giving several of her own to Law. Law cumming inside Robin first but not neglecting you, fucking through the exhaustion so you can have his load inside you, too.
You getting drunk and asking an equally inebriated Zoro and Law to join you, fully expecting the swordsman to agree but the captain of the Heart Pirates to scoff. And Law does scoff, before promptly joining both you and Zoro in bed. These two seem so domineering but you’ll actually be able to call the shots if you say, “pretty please,” and pout; they’ll roll their eyes but do whatever you want, so long as you let them between your legs. Jerking Law off while you ride Zoro, sucking Zoro off while Law fucks you from behind, riding Zoro again while Law fucks you in the ass. Hot and heavy, but pretty chill vibe. Will definitely happen again.
Zoro hushing Perona as he brings her naked pussy down on his face, yours already quivering around his aching cock. Zoro breathing a sigh of relief as he finally gets a sense of control over the pink haired pirate, you already on your best behavior like he taught you. Zoro letting Perona lick your pussy after he cums in you, but only if she promises to stop laughing at him when he gets lost around the castle. Zoro fucking Perona while she eats you out, then fucking you again for good measure.
A threesome with Zoro and Sanji would be absolutely exhausting. These two have a nasty habit of turning everything into a competition. Sanji makes you cum once? Zoro has to make you cum twice. Sanji finishes in your mouth? Zoro has to finish in your mouth and cunt. You’ll have to jerk them both off simultaneously when you start to avoid hurting any feelings. Sanji prefers fucking your throat and Zoro prefers your pussy (or your ass), so it does work out in the end. They’ll definitely fight over who gets to hold you in their arms afterward.
Nami going down on you while Sanji watches, jerking his cock to the sight of you, eventually getting up to massage your breasts and suck on your nipples while the navigator works your first orgasm out of you. Riding Sanji’s face while Nami fucks herself silly on his cock, Nami making you face her while you do so the two of you can make out and grab each others’ tits. Poor Sanji would cum so many times, but he’d keep getting hard again and again just to please you and Nami. He’d be thanking you both the entire time, would probably orgasm at the mere suggestion of putting it up your ass.
Sanji inviting Ace to join the two of you. "You want me to give you some pointers, huh?" Ace leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest and observing as Sanji fucks you, then stepping in to show Sanji how to make you obey him, training you up a bit and teaching you some proper manners. Ace is just a little older and way more experienced, as well as a bit more domineering. He doesn’t let you get away with things the way Sanji does, doesn’t let you flip him on his back and ride him or cum whenever you want. He’s an easygoing dom, but a dom nonetheless, and you will be getting spanked if you mouth off. Ace even makes you bend over so he can demonstrate proper spanking technique on you for Sanji to use later.
Ace and Sabo would run you ragged. These two have boundless energy, and don’t think for a second they won’t be grinning and high-fiving when they get you on all fours, Ace rubbing his hand up and down your back while he fucks your pussy, Sabo holding your hair back for you while he fucks your mouth, both of them praising you for taking their big cocks like a champ. They don’t compete like Zoro and Sanji but rather work in tandem to draw as many orgasms out of you as possible. They show off, but not necessarily in a competitive way. “Sabo, check this out.” “Whoah, Ace, so cool. Let me try.” When you’re all finished, they’ll cuddle you between them, Ace with his face buried in your chest, Sabo asleep on your stomach. They might wake you up in the middle of the night to go again, but only after they eat everything in the fridge.
Sabo may not compete with Ace, but he would definitely compete with Koala. It would be a constant battle between the two, Koala sick of Sabo bedding everyone attractive without giving her the chance, Sabo unwilling to relent (greedy motherfucker). There would be a couple of toys floating around, too, Sabo only allowing Koala to be the one to hold the vibrator to your clit while you have his big cock in your mouth (it neutralizes him) and complaining when you two share a dildo because his cock is right there. Sabo fucking you both silly and then passing out immediately after, Koala giggling and cuddling you.
Sabo making your husband watch as he fucks your brains out- you, a pretty aristocrat, and your husband, a pampered lord. He’s done this countless times before, knows damn well how many noble wives are just starving for a young bull to rearrange their insides and how many lords are willing to watch someone do it for them. Normally, he’d refuse to do anything for those sniveling bastards, but in scenarios like this, he’s willing to help them out. Sabo holding your legs open while he fucks up into you, making your husband watch as he cums several times inside you, reminding you he’s the second in command of the Revolutionary Army and now he owns your royal pussy. Sabo arriving late to meet Koala with swollen lips and a mischievous gleam in his eye that Koala is well aware means he was just naked between some satin sheets.
Robin using her devil fruit to hold down both you and Koala, Robin’s many hands twisting your nipples and holding vibrators to both of your clits while Robin giggles, you and Koala whimpering and whining. Robin going down on each of you after you cum. You and Koala working together to hold Robin down like she held you down and making her cum. Riding Koala’s face while she shares a dildo with Robin. You holding a vibrator to Koala’s clit while Robin fucks her with a dildo. So many sweet kisses and orgasms shared between the three of you.
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