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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.
You pressed forward on your tiptoes and grunted, using your palms as leverage as you pushed forward. All you had to do was get your hips past the hole and then you’d make it through! It was easier said than done. The wall was starting to tear your shirt the more you struggled, the fabric catching on the stone edges.
‘Shit.’
“Don’t tell me you’re stuck,” Zoro deadpanned, noticing the way you froze in realization. A hand stretched out to rest on your hip, making your body tense.
“No! Of course not! I’m just- taking my time, that’s all.”
You pushed backward, trying to escape back into the alleyway, but your body refused to budge more than an inch. Your nails scraped up a pile of dirt as you wriggled again. How the hell could you not go backward if you were already halfway through? All you were doing was going in reverse from how you started!
The silence stretched outward when you realized you were in fact very stuck.
…
“Zoro—“
“You’re stuck.”
“…yeah.”
There was a long pause. You swore you heard him grumble under his breath, mumbling about ‘restraint’ and ‘annoyances’.
Heat swelled up the back of your neck and you swallowed down the string of curses that threatened to spill from your lips. Out of everyone to see you like this, why did it have to be him? You moved your hands to the wall and pushed, trying to move forward instead of backward again. It got you nowhere.
You weren’t strong like the rest of the straw hats. You were the odd one out, the weakest one aboard the ship, and it was all because of your terrible luck. You didn’t know how to fight because the moment you picked up any weapon, you somehow managed to hurt yourself with it. Of course, everyone on the ship knew, especially Zoro. He tried to spar with you once and it went so far downhill that he accidentally smashed your nose open.
He refused to spar with you again after that.
Ironically, he was also the most gentle straw hat when it came to talking to you. His brittle sense of humor and dry remarks were a breath of fresh air compared to the constant yelling and hyperactivity on the ship. Your face warmed at the thought and you cursed yourself for being in this situation.
Falling in love with him and then getting caught in such a humiliating predicament by him as well was absolutely humiliating.
“…uhm, so, Zoro,” you nervously cleared your throat, “can you uh- help me?”
He was silent. The hand on your hip squeezed for just a second before it shifted, sliding farther down.
“Why are you crawling through a hole like this in the middle of the day? Did someone push you into it?”
Your heart dropped. Zoro was never the type to flirt with women, sometimes you just assumed he was oblivious to romance in general (as much as that pained you to think of), so why was he touching your hip like that? When you didn’t answer, he gently pinched at your side, forcing you to respond instead of ignore him.
“Oh no, no, nothing like that… I just uhm- needed to get inside.”
“So you thought having your ass stick out of a wall for anyone who comes by would be safer than going through the front door?” he snipped.
He almost sounded annoyed.
“Well, uh, it’s not like anyone will come by here… this alleyway is so small and cramped, so…”
There was a long stretch of silence and you started to wonder if you said something offensive, but then you yelped when his hand slid up your shirt just a tad bit from your waistline, his rough fingers gliding over the smooth skin. Goosebumps riddled your body.
“Any man could have passed by saw this and taken advantage of you,” he warned and he toyed with the waistband of your pants as he threatened to tug them down. “Wouldn’t have wasted a single second before using this as a fucking glory hole.”
The air was knocked out of your lungs like his words were a punch to the chest. You never expected to hear something so vulgar come from his lips. But you supposed he was proving you wrong with both his actions and words… he definitely knew what flirting was and right now, he was toying with you.
“Z-Zoro… heh, come on. It’s not like I meant to get stuck,” you nervously chuckled. “I won’t do it again, I promise. So you can go ahead and get me out of here.”
There was a long pause and you felt his hand start to move. You sucked in a sharp breath when his hand glided down the curve of your ass and dived between your legs, rubbing his fingers against your crotch before squeezing at your pussy. A sinful whine spilled from your lips. He tugged at the fabric of your pants and rocked the heel of his palm right over your clit.
You subconsciously rolled your hips into his hand, causing him to groan. He sounded so needy.
“I only have so much restraint when it comes to you,” he confessed, voice thick with annoyance and lust. “I need to show you what happens when you’re not aware of your surroundings.”
Your mind was spinning. ‘Is he really doing this? Is he that mad that I got stuck?’
Zoro never showed any interest in you bedore this, but maybe that was your own fault. You always assumed he was too in love with his dream to ever think about a woman in a sexual or romantic light—but obviously, you were sorely mistaken. Had he thought of doing this for a long time? Does he love you like you love him?
Your eyes widened when two rough hands grabbed your hips and squeezed. His fingers were blocky and large as his calloused palms rubbed against your skin, yanking your pants down in one swift movement. You yelped and tried to squirm away, but you weren’t going anywhere. Not when you were trapped inside this hole with his iron grip keeping you still.
“Hey! Zoro—“
The said man chuckled under his breath. His nails scraped down your ass cheeks and left small red lines in its wake, riddling your skin in goosebumps. South he went until the pads of his fingers toyed with your panties, rubbing against your labia over the soft damp fabric. A small moan escaped your lips.
This was bad. Really bad.
Out of all the places you thought you’d get fucked, you didn’t think it would in a filthy alleyway with your bottom half sticking outside of a wall.
But then again, it was Zoro. The swordsman you had been crushing on for years ever since you joined the Strawhat crew. You often times fantasized about him as night, biting your shirt as your fingers delved into your heat to relieve yourself. Seeing him train was always a one way ticket to the bathroom where you’d grind on the edge of the sink while holding your breath.
“Z-Zoro, wait- you need to—“
Your comment was lost when he tugged at the band of your panties, letting it snap back against your tender skin. The sharp sting made your body tighten instinctively. His hand slipped beneath the fabric, but instead of rushing, he lingered. Two fingers pressed against your entrance, not pushing inside, not even seeking your clit—just teasing, hovering, testing your restraint.
You bit your lip.
‘Shit, shit, shit!’ Consequences be damned, every fiber of your being wanted him. Ached for him.
“Zoro, please—“
He growled under his breath. “Fuck, baby, you’re already soaked and begging? Fuckin’ whore.”
The pet name alone almost made you see stars. How many times had you fantasized about him calling you that? It was more times than you could count. The degrading was just as you imagined it to be; his voice was the same as you imagined it to be.
You moaned when he suddenly shoved his fingers in, filling up your cunt with his large digits. Your hole stretched around them and your eyes rolled back, flinching when he curled them just right. He hit that spongey spot inside over and over again.
“Fuck,” he grunted under his breath as he finger fucked your pussy. He wasn’t gentle. Instead he was fast and rough, using your body like a sex toy he bought from a store. His other hand pinched at your clit and your legs shook in response.
“Ngh! Ah- feels- feels good! Fuck! S’ good!”
He laughed and your stomach twisted into butterflies, your legs clamping around his hand as he started to repeatedly abuse your g-spot. Your eyes rolled back.
“Legs open, baby. Or I’ll stop.”
He shoved your thighs wide and you didn’t dare close them, not wanting this mind bending pleasure to end anytime soon.
‘Fuck. I’m going to cum.’
The thought was embarrassing yet thrilling at the same time. Your pussy tightened around his fingers and your moans doubled in octave, legs shaking as he didn’t let up his abuse. Your abdomen coiled and your breathing quickened. But right when you were on the edge, he yanked his fingers out.
“No! No, no, no- please- I needa’ cum!”
You couldn’t see it but you could feel his wolfish grin as he just teased your labia with his soaked fingers, only making you twitch and squirm at the stimulation. When he pulled his fingers away, you whined. The sound of rustling fabric followed and then soon, you felt something hot and heavy push against your entrance. Your eyes widened.
It was his cock.
“Oh my god—“
“Gonna make you scream baby,” Zoro panted as he slapped the head of his cock against your clit and rubbed it up and down your puffy labia. “Gonna make you pass out.”
A high, needy moan tore from your throat as his cock forced its way past the tight ring of muscle. Your pussy clenched and fluttered around him, struggling to take the stretch as he pushed in deeper. He wasn’t fast, but he wasn’t careful either. His pace was unrelenting, his fingers digging into your ass hard enough to bruise as he spread you open, watching every inch of his cock disappear inside you.
“F-Fuck! Ugh- more—”
“Fuck, you’re pathetic,” he hissed and his palm connected with your ass, making you help. “Begging for cock in a filthy alley- shit- you don’t even care who hears, do you?”
He started thrusting instantly, not giving you a second to relax.
Pap! Pap! Pap!
The sound of his hips slamming into you echoed off the walls, obscene and relentless. Your body jolted with every impact, his nails raking across your skin while he marked you as his. You moaned louder, shame flooding through you at how wanton you sounded—at how much you needed it—and the thought of strangers hearing only made your cunt clamp down tighter.
He groaned, stuttering for a second. “Yeah, squeeze it! Ngh, ah- fucking slut can’t get enough!”
His hand spread your ass cheeks and he spit, watching as the glob of saliva slid down your crack to his pistoning cock. White froth was already starting to gather at the base of his length as he ravaged you in the alleyway.
He didn’t slow down and truthfully, you’d probably beg for him to continue if he did. Every thrust only made you feel more stuck as your breasts bounced at the force rocking you back and forth. Your cleavage spilled out from your shirt, the buttons undoing themselves as the fabric hooked on the stone wall and popped them tight. One hand groped your tits as the other steadied yourself.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growled, dragging his hand down the curve of your ass before spanking you five more times. “You like getting hit, hm? You a little masochist?”
“Y-Yes! Ah, Ngh! I’m- I’m a masochist so please, fuck- harder!”
He grunted, spanking your ass until your cheeks felt numb, ignoring the way your moans turned into needy sobs. He soothed it with his large calloused palm. “You love being used, don’t you? Getting fucked raw and loud while anyone could walk down this alleyway and watch.”
Your pussy clenched at the thought. While you never entertained the idea of someone watching you get fucked into oblivion, the idea of someone seeing Zoro fuck a woman through a wall made your eyes roll back. You could imagine how his muscles flexed, how his jaw clenched, how his cock slid in and out.
“Oh, you liked that. Maybe I should get someone to watch me fuck you, hm?”
A sob choked out and hour pussy clenched uncontrollably, that eruption in your abdomen building up as a familiar sensation crawled over your body. He knew it. You knew he knew it. Because he started fucking you faster, aiming for that sweet spot inside you that made you see stars.
“Z-Zoro—“
“Yeah, moan my name, baby. You’re gonna cum s’ hard you’re going to forget your own name,” he hissed. “Gonna pump you full and breed you. Gonna make you hold my cum until we get back to the ship and then- oh fuck- I’m gonna fuck you again.”
“Ah! Ngh-mm!”
“Oh shit- gonna cum’!”
His hips started to stutter and he gripped onto your hips like a lifeline, his balls slapping against your pussy with each brutal thrust. The overstimulation was intense, you felt like you could barely breath. Stars swam behind your eyelids each time you blinked and your toes curled when his cock inside started to twitch.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he hissed under his breath, cock pulsing as he reached his climax. He hit the peak with a final low groan, pumping out ropes and ropes of hot cum inside you. His hips shook and he slowly fucked you through his climax, hissing at how overstimulated his cock was.
Your back arched, nails digging into the wall as your orgasm ripped through you. Pussy clenching down on him, quivering with overstimulation, you cried out, body shaking violently. But he didn’t stop—each thrust drove through your high, over and over, making you whimper and sob in helpless ecstasy.
“Good girl,” he hissed, voice rough and low as he gripped your hips tighter. “Cum on my cock, little whore. That’s right—soak me with it.”
You could barely remember what happened. You blinked rapidly as he pulled out his softening cock, hearing him moan under his breath as he shoved his sensitive length back into his pants. Your legs were shaking, you were sweaty, and you knew for a fact someone heard or saw you getting fucked. Your pussy clenched and his cum oozed from your abused hole.
“Tch. Didn’t you hear what I said?”
“Fuckkk..”
You whined when he suddenly pushed his cum back into your pussy with his finger, fingering you a couple times before pulling it out.
“You’re going to hold it until I get you out of this wall, and then we’ll go back to the ship. I’m not done with you yet.”
You clenched your thighs together, praying the gods above that none of cum escaped. You didn’t want to think of all the ways he’d punish you if you did—but maybe you wanted that. He placed a hand on your hip and a small smile curled at your lips. You had long forgotten Nami, now all you could focus on was him.
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?”
- ☆ - 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 ♧
“Bye, guys! Stay safe!”
Seated on Franky’s mechanical shoulders, Chopper waved back at you. His adorable laughter drifted past the treelines along with their farewells and energetic chaos fleeing towards another mini adventure. One you would not be a part of this time.
The rest of the crew left you on board with the promise to return soon as they scoured for supplies on an inhabited island, but with the way Luffy sped away— and Nami shouted after him— you knew there wouldn’t be much hope reigning in the Captain’s excitement.
You could trust Luffy to disrupt a plan and completely derail a simple situation. His shouts and the crew’s calls for him to slow down faded faster than the dust he left behind.
The seconds ticked.
You held your breath.
Standing alone, you listened intently for the silence to shatter the way you have become accustomed to— only to hear nothing but the squawk of birds resting on the mast. Undisturbed and unthreatened. Without so much as a song or laughter to burst, the ship rocked against the crystal waters of the shallow shore as you stood on the massive boat.
The world quiet, the view serene.
“Yes!” You let out an excited squeal, stomping your feet on the grassy deck in a silly dance of freedom and peace. “It’s finally quiet!” You shouted, laughing to yourself when no one answered you but the flaps of the wind against the furled sails above you.
There were no shouts other than your own, no arguments or explosions— no disturbances of other people. Finally! After five weeks of non-stop excitement and open sea, you twirled, jumped and danced your butt off with no one to interrupt or insult your ridiculous display of glee because you were alone!
“They all left, yes, yes!”
You sang merrily, taking up space with wide arms and a beaming smile.
You loved the straw hats. Travelling with them has been the most thrilling adventure of your life. They were amazing! Incredible, free-spirited— but sometimes, when the songs turn repetitive, and the merriment mutates into mayhem, you just want time to yourself.
Having grown up alone, you had become accustomed to the stillness of an empty room. It was comforting, the calmness of your own company and the hyper-independence it developed. A stark contrast to the life you started with your new makeshift family, and after so long of bumping and sharing space with colourful, loud personalities, you were thankful for the chance to stretch your arms and lay on the soft grass.
A moment to unwind, relax, and hear nothing but the waves below and revel in the tranquillity of solitude.
“Now, iced tea on the deck or a long bubble bath?” You mused out loud, whistling while making your way to the kitchen, “or both?” You paused up the stairs.
You sought to utilise all the time you had with maximum relaxation — with the way Luffy screamed over the odd-looking animal that stole his fruit; reading a book in the bathtub right now would guarantee no disturbances or uncomfortable attention for a while. No long lines or perverted interferences. You could take your time soaking in the warm water, and if they arrived by late dinner, they would find you already sated, happy and relaxed in the kitchen.
Right, decisions finally made, you went back down the stairs.
First, you needed your book back from Usopp, who swore he would finish and return yet never did, so you made your way to the boy’s quarters. They have lockers with their names, so it wouldn’t be too difficult unless he stashed it somewhere else, hopefully, the room wasn’t too messy— “Damn,” you heard someone hiss, a low voice that stopped you in your tracks, followed by inaudible murmurs that most definitely belonged to a man.
Fuck. Just like that, your good mood died, snatching your solitude away before you had the chance to indulge in it fully.
There was someone else here wrecking your fantasy and all the excitement of relaxing alone. No one ever said you would be guarding the ship with another person, yet the sounds of shuffling filled you with instant disappointment as you stood outside the room with the door slightly ajar.
You eyed them carefully through the crack, peeking in to seize a glimpse of who was ruining your day of fun, only to catch a wisp of blonde hair and a streak of smoke before you heard him hum something to himself as he shrugged off his suit jacket, clearly undressing.
Oh.
Swallowing your nerves, you spied from the slim gap through the door— watching smooth, slender hands loosen and tug on the tie around a pale neck until it slipped out and neatly folded on the dresser in front of him.
You paused, disappointment somehow melting as something else fluttered through your body. Something hot. Something wicked and indecent thumped an ache in your core as you watched him unbutton his top collar.
Then the second.
Third.
Unwittingly, your thoughts began to drift. Obliviously slipping into a heated dream envisioning how his strong hands would feel on your hips, your waist, gripping your supple skin when he presses you into his chest. The hot wisps of smoke and spice fogging your perception when he tilts his head down to yours, lips soft and slightly parted…
Sanji rolled his neck, popping the tension that released a low hiss from him, startling you out of the fantasy you unknowingly faded into before a sudden realisation rooted you to the spot— you were watching a man undress.
You were watching Sanji undress.
You only needed your book— a simple noise or shuffle would make your presence known, but you watched Sanji rake his fingers through his hair instead and toe off his shoes, standing in the middle of the room.
You weren’t all that sure about the layout of their quarters, considering you were usually respectful— but you could tell Sanji was closer to the beds and had a medium-sized dresser beside it with a sink and mirror in the corner. The room was spacious, bigger than the girl’s quarters, including a sofa and table in a sunken spot nestled in the middle of their room. It wasn’t as disorganised as you pictured. A lot of colourful knacks matching different aesthetics, but they all had a place that belonged to them. A piece of individuality.
You leaned back, hoping you went unnoticed by the man who often sang for your attention— and Nami’s and Robin’s, and any pretty girl he laid his eyes on. He was shameless, obscene. Yet there you stood, watching him unwind and strip ever so slowly exposing a physique you never expected from the ship’s cook.
The wavering sense of guilt drifted from your consciousness, fading into a vague afterthought with every second you spent gazing into the rift through the door as if it were luring you into depravity.
You wondered why you held your breath when his humming stopped.
Say something before—
His tired groan flushed warmth on your cheeks as you ducked behind the frame, shamefully peering into the room and watching him finish unbuttoning his blue striped shirt with deft fingers. Gingerly unclasping the buttons one by one until the shirt hung loosely on his shoulders. Over soft skin and hardened muscle.
It was almost elegant how he shifted his cigarette with his teeth to avoid the tiny trickles of ashes from falling on his suit, then gently placed his black jacket on the bed with grace you couldn’t fathom as he slid the shirt off his broad shoulders in the same motion.
Brightening the room, hitching your breath.
Sanji... he was beautiful.
In a gentle sort of way, with poise, strength and a style all his own. In an amorous way that kept you fixated on his toned back. His broad shoulders, smooth chest, and the cut of his well-defined abs. In the sense that had you admiring the grace of his movements and all the years he must have spent perfecting them.
You have watched him work while travelling with the strawhats these last few weeks. For no other reason than admiration, at the time, because you respected his power and the regency of his fighting style. But now, in the absence of stubborn rivalry and heart-eyed temptations— to glimpse the softness of his smile for yourself was like witnessing the shimmer of undisturbed water shining in the light of a spring day.
Peaceful.
A smile all his own, no snarky comment or perverted leer to taint the innocence or sincerity of his expression— you could only describe it as pretty.
It had you clutching the hem of your sundress, crouching down slightly when his lithe body sauntered from your sight. Was he preparing to take a shower? Did they have their own private facilities? Or is he about to walk out and catch you and your hidden decadence for unassuming men?
Your mind raced with questions, mixing with a perverted sort of fascination you dared not to admit, leering behind the door that hinged on the stillness of your presence.
Sanji turned back to your frame, humming another tune that was all too familiar when music played merrily on the deck. He sounded at ease, his voice carrying through the room softer than the smoke that swirled around him.
You bit back a smile, unintentionally slanting into the door, craving more than a slim peek into the room. deeper than a glance, especially when his hand inched towards his pants.
His movements were effortless— if it were not for the click of the buckle and the loud snap of leather, you would have missed how he unclasped his belt with one hand and yanked it fluidly with one rough tug out of the loops.
Fuck, that should not have been as attractive as it was, yet heat flushed anyway like it was coursing through your blood vessels, pumping your heart into a sensual beat out of its control. As much as you wanted to deny it, and turn your guilt away, it forced you to realise how difficult it was becoming to justify your presence— and even tougher to care about the intrusion of Sanji’s privacy.
He would have done the same, right? Though Sanji would have been less conspicuous and ten times more audacious, it was still innocent for you. For now.
“Where’s?” He mumbled before a soft aha came right after, a blue towel appearing in your field of vision. Hard muscles and a lean torso shifted through the gap, his back to you as he fiddled with something you could not see.
Your gaze lingered, slinking down every tight ridge and exposed skin you were blessed to witness.
There was a beauty to him you had not seen before, a tenderness to his features you only noticed now through the sliver of light. The colour on his cheeks, the tilt of his lips, the little curl of his eyebrow most people teased him for. There was something feminine about it— a spark of gentility he may have inherited from his mother, not that you knew much about that, just a softness he seemed to be blessed with.
It was admirable how he took excellent care of his things too. Rolling his belt, setting aside his cufflinks, buffing his shoes, even hanging his shirt over the chair to be later washed and pressed— you know he did after Brook thanked him for kindly ironing his shirts as well.
Perhaps there is more to him than silly sexual deviances. More than hazy eyes over full tits and round ass-cheeks. Sanji was diligent. Thoughtful. Tender.
Whereas you were the deviant leaning in a little too intently now, your perverted gaze following the veins on his forearms as he stretched them above his head, emitting low groans when his back pulled tautly and the muscles constricted tight.
You squirmed, the sounds of his groans and sighs making you clench your thighs as you watched him stretch, then admired himself in the mirror, rubbing his chin over the dark hairs you wished he wasn’t thinking of shaving. You liked the facial hair— almost as much as his ass when he leaned forward to splash some water on his face.
“Wait..” you murmured out loud without thinking. When did he snuff the cigarette?
Shame filled you instantly. Sanji’s ass distracted you for too long because now he was wiping his face with a clean blue towel, droplets of water rolling down his sturdy neck before they were selfishly wiped away just when you began imagining licking it off his skin.
You huffed, your feet planted to the floorboards, unable to speak louder than a tortured gasp while your thighs cinched to ease an unpleasant ache when he ran his hand through his hair again, with pretty blonde strands falling wet over his face. Over sweet eyes and high cheekbones.
It was exhilarating, intrusive, and extremely impolite, yet you could not turn away or apologise for the violation, too mesmerised by the physique usually clad in lavish suits. Only witnessing a faint glimmer of the man you had never known before— lurking behind the shadow of the door frame that separated you from him and spared him from your wandering stare.
There was a clink and a small flame before the smell of smoke wafted through the door once again. A thick cloud of vapour swirled around Sanji as he tilted his head back, eyes closed and basking in the serenity of the surrounding silence. Much like you wanted to before you became lustfully distracted, spoiling his privacy. Invading his space. That guilt you previously estranged yourself from inched back into your consciousness as Sanji sighed softly, looking every bit of the peace you intended for yourself earlier.
Your teeth latched on your bottom lip, nervousness churning, desire twisting into a sick delusion— your prying had to end. Even Sanji deserved the politeness of privacy.
So, you turned to leave, determined to ignore all you had seen, just for the floorboards to creak under your weight when your feet shuffled a little too loudly.
Your body stilled, you felt your pulse explode, and excuses and apologies were ready to spill from your trembling lips as you whipped your head back to the door— only to freeze when you caught him unbuttoning his pants.
He stood there, shirtless, hair damp and dark pants low on his hips as the zipper rang louder than the blood rushing in your head.
A smothered gasp escaped behind your hand, an inaudible “Oh god,” choking out beneath the pleasured grunts you heard through the wall. Sweat beaded down your temple, somehow feeling hot and sticky despite the chilling wind that ruffled your hair, tickling the flushed skin of your chest as your breathing quickened.
He was... touching himself— idly, lazily, using the heel of his palm to rub on his crotch as it steadily grew into a heavy bulge pressing into the teeth of the zipper.
“Fuck... ”
You squeaked, thankfully no louder than his own low grunt.
His teeth peaked through his smile, chuckling at something past your sight. His smile was sultry, his laugh airy. Thank God, no one could ever see the creeping blush up your neck over Sanji. Or feel the stickiness that marred your panties over the sight of his erection lewdly shaped beneath the fabric of his dark pants. The man who needed blood transfusions whenever he saw a pretty girl.
You would have felt humiliated if you weren’t so distracted. And breathless, lightheaded, and not to mention wet.
His ridiculousness was why you never noticed these things before, like the slenderness of his long fingers, or how his sharp jaw clenched to keep the cigarette in place— or the elegance of his strides across the room to place his shoes in the locker and hang his suit jacket before stepping into the sunken sofa.
A new light, a new Sanji to you— a voyeuristic secret you could never confess even through the stuttered breaths of your own arousal.
Shit, shit, shit!
He was right there, facing you— yet unaware of the glowering eyes and thundering pulse a few feet away from him. At least, that’s what you hoped as you watched him throw his head back over the couch and rub the back of his neck tiredly— teasing you with a view of his sculptured body and the heavy tent straining against the zip of his pants.
Fuck… he was a vision. Perhaps if he had a fraction of this elegance towards women, he would have them falling at his feet, begging for his attention— panting his name— raking your nails down his smooth chest.
Caressing him the way your fingers unconsciously mimicked on the door as you pressed yourself against it, tits hot and heavily squished into redwood, desperate for cool relief on your flushed skin while straining to see past the hem of his pants. He was so close, yet out of reach, as you watched his hand run down his neck, gliding it on his chest sensually before grasping the chubb that had him sighing lowly into his own touch.
“Just a little,” he groaned, rubbing on his cock lazily, as if he was convincing himself to indulge in his own pleasure, “before they come back.”
Oh god, oh god.
You weren’t in the right state of mind to be making decisions when every grumble and low hum of his vibrated straight between your thighs. Pooling slick in your panties that had you chewing on your bottom lip to sanctify some sanity when heated arousal rushed through your body.
“We have time,” he murmured, shifting in his seat to tug down his pants a little more, dark blonde tufts of hair peeking through, giving himself room to breathe with his underwear sliding just beneath it. His chubb was fat and still hidden, but you could see the tip twitch with every squeeze of his abdomen, teasing himself with the friction rubbing upon his dick. “uhh, yea, please.” He moaned a sweet sound seeped in desperation, his eyes closed and hips jerking, playing his fantasy out loud, his hands clenched by his sides. “Touch me, please, I’ll be good”, he whispered, smiling as he did, a flush colouring his cheeks. “Jus’ for you, yea? All you. Pretty girl, make me so hard.” He choked the last word, taking the cigarette out of his mouth for a steady breath of air before clenching it back in his teeth.
You were a mess.
You had to stop, turn away— breathe.
Sanji was begging, whining to be touched as he bucked his hips, using his abs to move his cock in his pants. Edging himself in a fantasy you only hoped to be a part of— but you could never dare to interfere. Your chest heaved, nipples taut and stroking against the door, gripping the handle so it stayed put even as your legs shook from the pressure to keep you upright.
Leave, you had to leave.
Move your feet, release the grip on the door and shift your weight to the side.
You manually counted your breaths, ripping your gaze from Sanji’s pleading stare.
Leave, just leave.
“Don't leave,” he whined, sitting upright. “at least let me watch you too, it’s only fair.”
It was as if a wave of cold, salty, ocean water dunked on you from the way you shrieked at the sound of your own name.
The door creaked, opening wide, betraying you by exposing the statue you had become and on the brink of collapsing from shame or even darting from his sights if you could have managed to work your knees.
Though his eyes were free from shock or disgust, he looked almost excited. Eager. The cigarette clenched in his wide grin; hair pushed back— you could see how his eyes glowed.
You gaped back at him, shock contorting into a dry wheeze you couldn’t control while his smile curled into a light chuckle, amused by your flustered expression.
“Don’t leave,” he repeated, the invitation sounding almost kind coming from his lips, a charming smile hidden behind an obscene request while tugging on his pants when his hard cock pressed too tightly in its confines. “Watch me, please.”
Sanji asked you not to leave.
Sanji said your name while asking you not to leave— not to leave watching him masturbate.
Your breath fell past your lips, frozen just outside the bedroom door, your blood still humming through your body. You were stuck. Mortified. No matter how many times you rephrased or repeated it in your head, you could not move or answer him in anything but a squeak. “Why?”
“Why not?” He countered, striding towards you, bulge still prominent. “You’ve been watching me the whole time. Why stop now?”
“No! I-I didn’t mean to—”
He nodded teasingly, “you liked it.” Sanji snickered when you snapped your mouth shut, your denial ruined by the searing shame choking your words as he stalked closer. “I liked it too,” he said lowly, “made me so hard.”
“I wasn’t—” you huffed, desperate to explain yourself despite the way your gaze flickered down at his chest with every pathetic stammer. “I just wanted- and then you- it’s only—”
Sanji laughed, waving his hand dismissively with his cigarette pinched between his fingers, twirling a ring of smoke between you. “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. No harm in a little peeking,” his teeth flashed prettily, excitement shining at your bashful glances towards his shapely crotch. “If you want, maybe you can make it up to me. I’d hate to tell the rest of the crew what you did.”
“How?” You hated how timid you sounded, so you cleared your throat and stood straighter, only taking a small step back when he got closer, heart thundering and not at all bothered by his proximity. “It’s not like I’d let you watch me. I know what you’re like.”
“Do you?”
“Y-yes.”
His curly brow quirked up, amusement glossing his tone, “You don’t sound so sure, dearie.”
“I know you’ll just brag about me looking at you as if I’m some horny perv lurking around the boy’s room—”
“But you are,” he interjected, taking a slow drag of smoke and blowing it downwind. “I wasn’t the one caught lurking—”
“This time!” You bristled from the accusation, digging an accusatory finger at his firm, muscled chest, lingering a second too long before snapping. “You’re the one always butting in when the girls bathe. You’re the one trying to sneak a glance when we change! You’re the rude one!” You shouted, guilt clawing in your chest when all he did was smile. “I didn’t mean to! I’m sorry, okay? But don’t make me out to be a pervert like you.”
Sanji rubbed his chest sadly, palming the exact spot you touched as if he were cherishing the contact with his big hand sprawled on his own skin. “Aw, darlin’,” he cooed with a cute pout on his lips, “do I make you uncomfortable?”
“No!” you shrieked a little too quickly, “I-I mean, yes! When you—”
“When I undress?”
“God!—”
“When I rub my cock?”
Your cheeks burned, a strangled whine slipping before you could clamp your teeth on your bottom lip, “That’s not! You—”
“I, what?” he purred, tilting his head down again, the simmering scent of smoke tickling your lips, “you can’t even look at me in the eye, but you had no trouble watching me stroke my cock to you. Did watching me make you wet, darlin’?”
The lie spilled in an undignified splutter, the word no holding too many syllables when you tried to say it.
His laughter chimed in your ears, a vibrant sound that brightened his face, and though he was laughing at you, a part of you softened from the sight. Mesmerised by it.
Pretty. Shimmering waters.
Somehow, it helped you release a steady breath, perhaps for the first time since you discovered him. Putting you at ease and in control.
Taking another step back, it was easier to blurt out your next half-lie. “I wasn’t watching you, I came for something.”
“Is there any chance that thing being me?”
“There is a better chance I slap you if you don’t back the fuck up.”
“Promise?” Sanji chuckled, a rosy blush tinting his cheeks. He invaded your space again, smoke and soap stroking your senses while his hands stayed respectfully by his sides. “Wow, dirty words sound so pretty when you say it.” He tilted his chin, inching closer, lips inviting, “Say fuck again.”
In your head, you slapped him. You pushed past his large, dominating frame, and went on your way to enjoy the bath you had planned and forget all that you have seen.
In reality? In the sensuous bubble of arousal he encased you in— the curse tickled his lips in a low murmur. Like a pre-emptive kiss he savoured by swiping his tongue on his bottom lip just so he could taste the words you teased as an insult.
“Again,” he pleaded, slanting you into the wooden railing. Gripping the beam. Almost chest to chest. Almost touching.
“Fuck,” you breathed, “you.”
“Please…again..”
“Sanji—”
“mmhh..”
“—fuck… you.”
“Shit.” his laugh strained into a desperate husk.
You could almost taste it. And you wanted to, to taste him that is, because you could tell he was cracking. In a singular moment, you turned the tides on him, taking the upper hand and the dominance he flexed exposing you. And like a switch, Sanji was pleading— his adams apple bobbed, lips parted, eyes blown. Not anything like the charm he exuded earlier. He sounded helpless. Distraught. Struggling against the invisible line you still held between you, yet honouring the boundary you have placed because he was still a gentleman.
You admired that.
Part of you— the wretched, drunk on lust part you shoved in a cage most nights to escape her fantasies— wished for him to push the waters and break the barrier. To feel the warmth of his skin pressed against yours. His hands, his lips.
His eyes shined instead. Hooded and sparkling a desire you mimicked with your slow breaths.
The birds squawked above, and Sanji finally found his voice.
“Can I masturbate to you?”
“Huh?”
“You’re so pretty, so tempting,” he said. Flexing his grip on the beam as if it were a lifeline. “I loved it when you were watching me. If you don’t want me to touch you, that’s fine. I won’t push you. But please, watch me. And I promise it will be just between us, okay?”
You squirmed. The words of rejection faded faster than they formed while you tried not to shrink under his pleading stare. You could feel your back pressed against the rail, digging into your skin as Sanji stood tall, shirtless and strong— caging you with his hand gripping the wooden beam right by your hip. Your bodies close, breaths hot and almost in sync, yours just a little shakier as you contemplated his invitation.
To watch him. Openly.
Why was it so daunting with his permission? With his lust blown eyes homed in on yours. Longing for something more than your stuttered breath to brush his skin.
Even in the open air, all you could feel was the heat raying from his bare chest and the twinge of smoke fanning around you. His arousal straining yet inches away from contact with your thigh he keeps achingly out of reach. It was just him, you, and the birds sitting on the mast, but it felt like you were locked in a steel cage with hundreds of spectators waiting on your next move.
You couldn’t hear them above the raging waves of your own thoughts. However, it was hard to stay objective when the currents that pulsed in your blood rushed between your thighs, dousing you with a tender ache that was becoming harder to ignore.
When you took too long to respond, his smile faded. “I’ll leave you be—”
“Sit back down,” you commanded, pushing on his chest and smiling when he shuddered beneath your palm.
Sanji grinned. He took your hand, your name spoken softer than any ballad as he whispered it into your skin and placed a kiss to accompany the warmth it spread. “Yes, my lady.”
In the depths of his eyes, you fell. The world blackened and you plunged deep into his domain. Into his desires.
Tethered only by the delicate hold he kept of your hand, you stepped into the room behind him, keeping your head up despite the nervousness that swirled within.
The anonymity you deluded yourself into believing snapped when the door closed behind you. Sanji was freakishly deceptive. Of course, he knew. Of course, he was teasing you. But the genuine plea that shined in his eyes made it impossible to walk away.
He looked so cute. So masculine and vulnerable at the same time. You wanted to see more of him it drove you right into the lustful fog that blanketed the space in between.
When he released your hand, you found yourself missing the contact of his large palm clasped in yours.
Sanji took his place back on the sofa, thighs spread, and lips parted in breathless excitement. But before anything else happened, he snuffed his bud in the ashtray in front of him. “You can walk away any time you want, sweetheart. No hard feelings or awkwardness, okay?”
Your shoulders visibly relaxed, unaware they were ever tense, but it made you smile anyway. Grateful for the reminder and the familiarity of his gentlemanly deference.
“I know,” you give him a genuine smile, “just between us, yeah?”
“Of course, darlin’.” His smile mirrored yours like the glimmering waters they are modelled after. Putting you at ease and in control once again when he affirms; “Just between us.”
With a deep breath— you cooled your expression, while his eyes shined as an air of apathy befell around you.
There was no turning back from this, and as you stood there, shielded from the cooling wind and the anchoring weight of the door you once hid behind, you realised that you truly didn’t want to.
You were inside.
You had his attention. You could watch him— Sanji, undress, and pleasure himself without anything obstructing your view or fixate on the shame twisting in your gut this time because he invited you in. Led you by the hand while you pretended the contact didn’t ignite anything.
That the warmth of his hand clasped in yours didn’t buckle your knees when you stepped over the threshold. Or that you could still feel the brush of his lips on your fingers.
You could continue pretending none of it mattered because this was just a game, and you were good at playing games. You could play this one with him too.
“Sit back,” you ordered after finally finding your voice, “—and show me what you were doing.”
“Fuck,” his hands fumbled.
His excitement forced you to chew on your bottom lip to surpass a snicker. It was endearing, but you held onto your indifference like a vice. You were looking forward to seeing him unravel.
“Keep—” he swallowed thickly. “Keep talking to me like that.”
“Like what?” you watched him palm his cock through his pants again, his erection growing harder with the new stimulation beneath his hand. “Tell you how I like to watch pretty boys touch themselves?”
You crossed your arms, smirking when his attention locked on to the swell of your breasts curving over the top of the dress, flashing delectable skin that had him swiping his tongue hungrily. “I think you’re a little pathetic,” you shrugged, “and predictable.”
His lip tilted. “I guess I just can’t help myself.”
“Hmm, well, you can have a little more decorum, though. Be a little less obvious too.”
He chuckled airily. “Not when I’m stroking my cock to you, darlin.”
Sanji shifted slightly, dragging his pants down lower and exposing more of the dark blonde trail that led past his waistband. Taunting you with a flash of skin you couldn’t turn away from. “Want to see how hard just looking at you makes me?”
A smile peeked through despite your best efforts. “I can see well enough from here.”
“That’s not what it looked like before,” he teased, cupping his balls through the fabric. “I thought you might fall through the door from how far you leaned in trying to sneak a peek.”
“I wasn’t—”
“I thought we were passed the bashful lies, sweetheart?”
You peered down at him through your lashes, ignoring the flush creeping up your neck from his sultry gaze.
Neither of you said another word for a minute as the room filled with Sanji’s breathy sighs. He was using his abs again, clenching them and bucking his hips to rub his cock against his pants. The friction making him grip the sofa. His lips part.
Your thighs cinched watching his reddened tip slip through when his pants slid further down. He looked wrecked already. Pearly dribbles of pre-cum smeared over his abs, trickling over the toned lines and ridges with every jerk of his hips, adding a lewd sheen to his skin as the rise and fall of his chest quickened.
Just standing there stumbled whines from his throat, you wondered about the sort of sounds he would make into your neck.
“Sanji”. His gaze snapped up. “Use your thumb for me,” you said softly. “Rub on your slit, I want to see your tip get sensitive.”
“Sh-it, like this?”
“Good boy.”
He moaned.
“Oh,” you grinned. “You like that, huh?”
Sanji nodded timidly, his blush darkening when his control slipped. He didn’t mean to confess such a kink, but the way you purred the praise sent shockwaves up his spine. Made his cock twitch, hand tremble.
“I like how you talk to me,” he confessed lowly. “Your voice, how it sounds when you say my name. How you lower your tone, or your breath catches when I groan— fuck. It drives me crazy.”
You hummed playfully, nibbling on your bottom lip when he canted his hips into his hand rhythmically. Now completely free from the confines of his slacks, his cock stayed caged in his fist, his shaft long and slender throbbing with a hue that matched his cheeks as pre-cum slicked loudly, coating his fingers in its sticky mixture while you stood there ignoring the wetness soaking your own panties.
“You look desperate already, Sanji-kun.” You teased lightly, hiding your hands behind your back so he couldn’t see you dig your nails into your palms. “Do you like being watched that much? I can see you leaking, your cock is so wet, and we’ve just started. Are you going to cum so soon? That’s sort of pathetic, don’t you think?”
“I can’t help it,” he groaned, damp blond strands falling over high cheekbones. “It’s like your eyes set me on fire. Igniting everything that sits under my skin, burning me through, it feels so good, it almost hurts. Fuck, sweetheart, I can’t imagine what would happen if you touched me. Your hands on my chest, your sweet lips on my neck. If you so much as leaned into me, letting me breathe in your scent, uhh-shit- I’m ashamed to admit I might cum untouched.” His throat constricted, seizing his words into a tortured rasp. “Darlin’, for my sake, for my sanity, you have to stay back and let me just watch. Let me look at you and imagine all the ways you’d set me alight with just a kiss.”
“Would you let me?” you asked breathlessly. “Kiss you, I mean.”
“Oh, in a heartbeat.”
“Even if you’d gush blood and pass out?” you couldn’t help the giggle.
“Even if it were my last,” Sanji groaned desperately. “To kiss you would be the end of me, and I would pray they’d bring me back so I can do it again.”
Your chest tightened hearing the affection hidden beneath his moans.
There were deep crescent shapes in your palms now, the skin reddened and pinched from your efforts to maintain even an ounce of control, but the sting paled in comparison to the drum of your heartbeat slamming against your ribs. Rattling the bars of your sanity the longer you stood in his presence.
Sanji looked at you as if— as if he would never see the light again.
With awe, longing, and something close to anguish when the light shines further away from him. As something beyond his reach yet to be cherished and marvelled at all the same. To be revered. Desired. Loved but never possessed because it wasn’t his place to assert his will, but to bask in the warmth the light spread.
It was intoxicating, and he was unravelling faster than you anticipated.
You could tell from how he thumbed the thin veins forking along his length, how pre-cum spilled over his fingers, pooling at the base of his cock and how his chest heaved that he was chasing a fast-approaching release that had him stuttering your name past his lips— involuntarily rising heat all the way to the tips of your ears.
Sanji was too erratic. Too frenetic.
Moaning and thrusting and rolling his wrist over and over his shaft so fast, it was a wonder he remained conscious. He looked unbalanced. A sort of frantic that reminded you of all the times he over-excited himself and exploded into a fit leaving him comatose and bloodied.
You had to slow him down, to set the pace for now only to have him moan in a melody of salacious cries later on, and then bend him into a rhythm only your pulse can match.
At your mercy, your control.
In a way that wouldn’t end with the rest of the crew returning to find Sanji dead on the floor seeped in his own cum and blood. This is exactly how this was heading if you let him continue down this path.
Whining incessantly while fucking his tight fist in faster strokes, his teary gaze seared straight into your core, almost certain you could feel the warmth of his touch from across the room as you fought the urge to squirm and find the power to bark:
“Stop.”
The command shot straight through him. Snapping him at attention like a stinging whip on his back.
His jaw ticked. Veins pulsed.
Sanji’s rigid composure would have been comical if his erection hadn’t slapped against his stomach. Angry red and swollen with need, it looked almost painful, especially with the way his brows twisted miserably as he panted heavily glowing with sweat and desperation.
“Breathe.”
When he inhaled a wheezing, sharp breath— you shook your head, instructing him to go slower. Calmer. Until his shoulders laxed and his throat swallowed a decent gulp. “Good boy, just breathe for me.”
Sanji nodded meekly, even managing a smile as he clenched and unclenched his hands on his knees, wiping off the gooey, sordid evidence of his arousal in quiet shame.
You observed him critically, assessing his mental and physical state and deeming him a little untethered. As if he were floating, glassy-eyed and adrift in his own mind until enough deep breaths grounded him back to your focus. You watched him come to grips with things— his attention shifting to his pants bunched at his thighs, to his cock standing full mast, to the hot air suffocating the room.
Sanji sighed wistfully, threading his trembling hand through his sweaty bangs and out of his face, a deep blush colouring his cheeks.
“Feeling better?” you asked gently. “I just can’t have you passing out on me before things really get started.”
It took him a moment to find his voice again. His throat was dry despite the wetness clinging to his skin.
“Sorry. I’m just— I’m so hard,” he chuckled weakly. “Can’t, uhh— I can’t imagine what you might think of me right now. How ridiculous and pathetic I might look being so— so enamoured by you.”
You shrugged to lighten the mood. “I always assumed you were a two-minute man, but I won’t tell anyone.”
The laughter didn’t quite reach his eyes as he flexed his fists, actively avoiding the erection pulsing against his stomach, or the truth of his blinding lust and the dizzying spell it held over him.
“I thought I could— I thought I had more control, like when we were on the deck.” Sanji said sullenly, vaguely aware of the festering insecurities. “It was exciting being the one to tease you, to look down at a beautiful woman like you and make her flustered. Being so close to you was- it was so hot, electric even— but having you watch me right now in that commanding tone is ten times more intense. It’s addicting— it’s also humiliating and thrilling all at once. I feel so contorted and … I’m embarrassed to admit how far I’m willing to let you break me”. He confessed shyly.
“Sanji…”
“But that somehow turns me on even more. It’s just… you’re so beautiful”. Sanji whispered gravelly, “It’s just not fair what that does to me.”
“It’s okay,” you released your own shaky inhibitions with a slow exhale and offered a tilted smile, warmth tickling your cheeks upon his conviction. “I like seeing you this way. It was fun on the deck, how dominating you were teasing me. But right now, your eyes shine and it’s really flattering.” You smirked playfully, “Pretty boys like you look best when they’re sweaty and desperate.”
Sanji’s blush was much more obvious than yours, his fair complexion making every inner thought radiate through his skin, but he stayed quiet for a few seconds, his smile strained.
“Be honest with me. If-if I hadn’t said anything, would you have walked away without a word afterwards?”
You thought about it for a moment, stunning him with your impassive gaze towards his raw vulnerability.
There was a touch of wistfulness in it— in the tenderness of his question making it clear that your answer would mean more to him than simply feeding his ego— he needed to feel desirable, worthy— so with a wicked idea, you took those steps forward to bridge the gap between you and relished when his chest hitched visibly as you stood planted between his open thighs.
You pulled him back from the edge, only so you could push him down yourself.
You were so close he could reach out and touch you now if he wanted, his leg could press against yours. His arm could brush your thigh and call it an accident, or he could even brazenly drag you into his lap to finally feel relief on his aching cock. It wouldn’t even take much strength on his part, to grab you by the arm and yank you into his awaiting heat. Your body warm and pressed against his. Flushed and tight.
But as you peered down at him— his lashes wet, face burning, pre cum glistening. Hands stilted on his knees as he inhaled your scent so deep it filled his chest— you know Sanji would never cross that line, not without permission.
You felt powerful in that fact. In the knowledge that you could break a man as powerful as him with a caress, a word. A kiss.
“Yes. I would have walked away,” you confessed firmly. When his expression fell, you bent down at the waist, the words brushing on his lips. “But I would have paid extra close attention to you.”
His mouth fell open, your name almost coherent in the pitiful whimper that escaped disguised as a breath. Yet he still managed to smile despite the blood rushing to his head. “Sweet God, you’re cruel.”
“And you’re shaking.”
He was.
Already unsteady and trembling to keep himself upright. To stay conscious and not let his vision completely glaze over as white spots danced across your face, sparkling you in a tantalising light he fought to keep in his sights even if it muffled his other senses when your scent enveloped him too. Erotically feminine and something so distinctly you his pulse ticked beneath his jaw.
“More, please..”
“mhmm— you have to open your eyes and look at me, Sanji-kun. I might get sad and walk away if you don’t.”
When he finally opened them, you were blessed by the sight of shimmering tears glossing wide, love filled pupils.
“y’know…” you sighed, fighting the warmth spreading between your thighs, “watching you made me realise something.”
“What?”
“That there are layers to you, and I liked discovering them.” The noise he made resembled a strangled animal when you brushed your thumb over his soft cheek. “Your patience, tenderness, diligence, I never paid it any special attention until today. How you take care of your things, how gentle your hands are— I never thought you would be so…” you swiped your tongue upon his bottom lip. “Beautiful.”
“Fuck..” his eyes rolled. A full body shudder raked down his back this time, prickling every fibre etched in his being and ultimately triggering sensitive blood vessels in his nose to pop suddenly as spurts of cum pre-emptively dribbled out of his tip.
You giggled. “Are you okay, Sanji-kun?”
you watched him shake his head inaudibly, hips humping the air for much needed relief as the blood trickled down his nose in slow drips. Almost mimicking how his cock drooled obscenely.
He wouldn’t last much longer like this. Every muscle, nerve and vein burned to keep himself tethered to the seat. “More, I beg you. T-talk to me more, ‘m so close..”
His plea sounded hoarse even to his own ears, but it made you smile all the same.
“I think,” you trailed off, flickering your eyes to his lips, then wiping off the blood gently. “I would have paid attention to your laugh.”
That sobered him a little bit, the confusion furrowed his brows.
“You looked at ease, even though you were teasing me. I liked hearing you hum, chuckle, seeing you smile. You looked relaxed. There was something attractive about it, I can’t quite explain how much I enjoyed seeing that, even before you unzipped your pants. I think I was a little enamoured by you.”
His expression glowed. “R-really?”
You nodded earnestly. “You’re beautiful, Sanji. That’s why I was watching you, why I had to walk away cause it made me feel guilty to see you so … unguarded.”
“I—”
“Do me a favour,” you cupped his jaw with a warm palm, “don’t pass out.”
Before he could reply, Sanji tasted heaven.
It was the slightest touch on his lips, barely a kiss, hardly a brushstroke, but it was enough to hear something akin to an angel’s song as he was bathed in a white light.
Or …
His eyes rolled so far back, his vision became discoloured, and the sound he heard was a high-pitch whine that tore through his own throat and reverberated in the room.
“On your knees.”
Sanji collapsed, gasping and quaking on his hands and knees as if he’d been fighting for his life. Which, in a way, he really was. Fighting to keep some blood in his system that hadn’t already poured into his cock or down his nose when the heat coiling in his belly burned that much hotter from your kiss. Scorching him, blistering the goosebumps that prickled along his flesh making him hypersensitive and numb all at once— numb to the sounds outside this room, hypersensitive to your every move. And if anyone were to find him like this— no, he didn’t care. You were a dream he never wanted to wake up from, even if it ripped him apart, and he’d be damned if anyone came to ruin it now.
Instead, he chewed on his bottom lip, savouring the taste of you, of your sweet gloss and plump lips and dizzying scent— but when he reached to fist his cock to the memory of you pressed against him— Sanji couldn’t stop himself from keening loudly when your foot pushed his hand away.
“I didn’t say you could touch yourself, cutie’.”
“What can I do?” Sanji quivered up at you pleadingly. “I’ll do anything, please. Oh please, please tell me what to do for you, darlin’.”
“Take off my shoes.”
You lifted your right leg for him, offering up your foot clad in the strappy sandal and watched him inhale sharply through his nose.
“I—” his adams apple bobbed as he sat back on his heels, “I can touch you?”
This was a test, a prank. You were only playing with him. the kiss was enough to kill him, and your smile was too sinful to be sincere, but he prayed, nonetheless. Pleaded and hoped and then choked on his own spit when you nodded firmly.
“Yes, but only my legs. And if you’re a good boy, I’ll give you something better.”
Sanji nodded heartily, murmuring his thanks and gratitude for the opportunity presented to him, his voice carrying a thick layer of emotion he didn’t have the sense to evaluate for this blessing. Only knowing the relief he felt when your bare skin pressed against his, whispering the praises into the cleft of your ankle— his lips brushed a chaste kiss, a sweet touch that could only be seeped with devotion.
You wouldn’t have heard it at all if it weren’t breathed into your skin, ardently sincere like the last prayer whispered by the helpless. So, in an act of mercy, you brushed his hair back and tilted his head up towards you, holding him delicately as if he’d shatter by your hands. Which you were fully capable of doing— but you presented him the tenderness of your smile instead, verbalising your consent and letting it flow soothingly between you.
He took a few seconds to stabilise himself, though even with your permission, Sanji’s touch felt shaky against your skin as if he was unsure about your words or his own strength to maintain consciousness, but he did anyway. Willed himself with the strength to harden his spine and indulge in his deepest desires. Just this once, while you still graced him with it.
His hands were warm, soft, and gentle. Everything like the man they belonged to as Sanji stroked your leg sensually, starting from your knee all the way down to your ankle. His long fingers pressing and squeezing the supple skin beneath his palms, curving along your plump flesh pulling quiet sighs you didn’t bother to hide that he drank in greedily, relishing in your pleasure as if it was pierced straight into his vein.
“y’so beautiful,” Sanji groaned into your leg. “I can’t believe—” he shook his head, ridding himself of the doubt that plagued him before dragging his lips along your calf as his fingers fiddled with the strap that wrapped around you. Achingly slow and deliberately unhurried. “You’re so soft, it’s incredible. Even your legs are gorgeous.” he spoke as if thorns were scraping his throat, every word coming out in a low rasp filled with need. “Every part of you sets me on edge,” he continued, his kisses following where the straps once curled, “— as if I’m holding on by my fingertips, and the only thing that keeps me from breaking— from plummeting and colliding into the ground is you.” He slipped your shoe off and placed it gently to the side, your foot now bare, then moved on to the other leg and gave it the exact same treatment. “But… its also like you’re waiting for me at the bottom, ready to unearth me and giggle as you dust off the dirt from my shattered bones.”
You feel his kiss on your ankle again, a breathy sigh tickling your flesh as you swallowed your nerves. “What if I am? I like you beneath me.”
“I don’t mind,” he replied easily. He held you up carefully, his grip firm yet tender as he kneaded the taut muscle, every caress and gentle stroke pooling desire deep in your core. “If it were anyone else, I would have done what I usually do by making a fool of myself as soon as the rest of the crew left.” The heat of his stare was almost unnerving. “But it was you, and I never felt more compelled to fall.”
Fuck.
You lost your resolve, and your expression softened with a laugh that fluttered out like the butterflies tickling your chest. “You shouldn’t look so attractive with your cock so wet, Sanji-kun. It’s unfair, and hard to remain impassive when you look so beautiful desperate for me.”
“I’m sorry, darlin’.” He laid his cheek against your leg, exhaustion weighing him. “We can stop”, he offered sincerely. This momentary pause gave him the clarity he needed, the fog inhibiting his senses cleared enough to think. Though his cock still ached, there was a layer of calm settling too. Your comfort important to him above all else. “You’ve done more than enough for me,” Sanji pressed another kiss to your knee, your shoe accompanying its twin on the floor, “more than I could have hoped for already. It won’t take much for me to finish on my own. You were wonderful, darlin'.”
“You would stop, just like that?”
“Of course,” Sanji affirmed candidly, his eyes kind. “Like I said, I would do anything for you. My pleasure is secondary.”
The words hung in the air, but your plan was still in motion.
“Tell me, then. What would happen if I touched right…here.”
“Ahh-uhh!”
“Does it hurt?” you cooed sickeningly sweet. “hmm, from your expression it looks like you’re enjoying it a little too much.”
He bobbed his head frantically, blonde hair flailing with the movement, your devious plan wrecking him immediately. “Ye-es, in the-uhh best way, angel. Fu-uuck, I-I can’t believe you’re tou-ching me like this.”
“Yeah? y’like it that much?” you laughed airily. “Your balls feel soft on my foot, all rounded and heavy.” Lifting your leg up higher, you rubbed your leg on his length, sliding it up and down, skin to skin, until those salacious moans spilt from his mouth in loud cries. “wow, it’s’warm and wet from all the pre you were leaking earlier, too. How gross.”
“Oh-oh, god, pl-ease, sweet darlin’. Fuck-ngh!”
You hummed delightedly, watching his cheeks blossom into another sweet blush, his eyes glazing over immediately as Sanji shuddered and keened beneath you with the familiar scent of desperation clouding the room in a thicker layer. A potent, charged atmosphere that had you panting as you watched Sanji unravel once again in the short time you had him under your command— your plan a success.
“You’re dripping all over again.” you teased with another slow drag of your foot, his balls resting on top while his shaft twitched upon your shin. “Look at how your pretty cock leaks! All red and cute! So much cum, I’m surprised you haven’t squirted.”
“ohh-ahh, sw-sweetheart don’t be me-eean!”
“I’m not!” you insisted through unfiltered giggles. “Look at you, humping my leg! Gettin’ yourself all worked up from just touching me, you’re so cute, Sanji-kun.” Your laughter seized as you clicked your tongue, faux disgust colouring your tone as you rolled your foot over his long shaft, collecting the stringy wetness that drooled from his tip on your toes. “Tsk, your cock is makin’ a dirty mess all over my leg, though. Could you be anymore pathetic?”
“’m so’rry,” he squirmed. “Ca-an I clean it uhh-up?”
You leered down at him, “only if you use your mouth, pretty.”
Sanji licked long strokes along your leg, collecting the sticky essence that spit from his tip the harder he rolled his hips. Swallowing his own dirty arousal while fervently grinding his cock along the curve of your leg with no sense or rhythm, only following the lust you stoked within him, stumbling moans, hitching his whines. Begging and squeezing his eyes shut to prevent the tears from falling, but you saw them anyway.
You saw everything. How his chest concaved with every breath he took, how his balls pulled tight on your foot, how deeply and utterly he was at your mercy.
It filled you with pride. Along with a dark sense of satisfaction you couldn’t quite place to have Black-leg Sanji— bounty over a billion berries, the left wing of the future king of the pirates— whinging and coating your skin with his arousal.
And you had one more trick up your sleeve. One that could possibly kill him, but you wanted to push the boundaries.
See how far you could bend him before he snapped.
“You can’t cum yet,” you sang cheerily, weaving your fingers through his hair again. “You have to be good for me, okay?”
“Fuu-uk, ‘m tryin’!” Sanji cried out, his last threads of control almost slipping from his grasp, stitch by stitch, seam by seam, but he gripped them tighter in his fists, and fiercely blinked away the fog misting his vision just to have the chance to gaze upon your smile for a little while longer. “I wo-on’t, jus’ for you. Cause you-you asked.”
“Good boy. Now, tell me you like it.” you gave his hair a firm tug, directing focus to his bucking hips. “Tell me how much your cock aches, how hard it is, how much you love touching me.”
Sanji shuddered, another frantic nod dizzying his vision as he jerked his hips harder. “I do! So-so much”, he hiccupped. “I lo- ohhh, uhh, yes!— I love you touch-in’ me. Teasin’ me, makin’ a mess of me-eee— ahh, shit! Tou-uch me, please, fuck! Please, I love it— love your eyes, your voice, your touch. I’ll die, ohh, god-oh god, lemme jus’ die like this, it’s oka-ay if it’s you. For you, all you, fuck-fuck!”
“I think you deserve your reward now, Sanji-kun.”
Sanji snapped his head up, his hips stilting. “This-this isn’t the reward?” how could it not be? He was touching you, kissing your body, smearing his cock all over your pretty leg. What could be better than this?
You pulled back from him, and slowly, painfully slow, deathly slow, you lifted the hem of your dress.
He first saw your thighs, thick and supple, making him swipe his tongue along his bottom lip just imagining the taste of your sweat, of the grooves of your cellulite.
your dress lifted higher, and his hands flexed, picturing squeezing on the squishy flesh and feeling it fill his palms and pudge out against his fingers where he couldn't quite grasp.
This was the reward, yes? Pretty, coloured thick thighs he’d be happy to touch, to worship with hips he could sink his teeth into, full and curved and beautifully rounded.
But your hand lifted higher. Higher. Until he ascended so high he heard the angel’s song again, welcoming him to paradise.
“Sanji, you’re shaking an’ whining loudly.”
Was he?
“Wipe the blood first… good boy. Come here, it’s’okay,” you tugged him closer, his face inches away from your panties. “You’ve been so good, I thought you might like to ...” your cheeks burned, “To touch.”
He could smell it now, the wetness that made your thighs clench earlier. That had you sighing and chewing on your bottom lip as he chased his own pleasure. The arousal that allowed him this far with you, coating your pink panties and, fuuck.
You-your panties… they— they had the cutest bow on it. right above your mound and the lewd wet patch he ached to… “Did-did you say touch?”
You nodded, tugging him closer by his hair. “I won’t take off my panties, but I don’t see why you can’t use them to get yourself off, just this once. It’s what you always wanted, right?”
What he always wanted.
“Are… are you sure?”
What he always wanted and prayed and dreamed and lusted after— but he had to make sure. To know this is what you wanted. Sanji couldn’t— he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if it weren’t your desire too. Even if he was seeing double and the room tilted on its axis or his blood pooled on the floorboards more than his own body, he wouldn’t be able to stand again without hearing you say—
“Sanji-kun, touch me.”
You tugged him closer, cooing your affirmations, stroking his hair. Going slow and speaking so softly, he wondered if you were talking to him at all.
“It’s okay,” you purred, your eyes gentle. “You can use me to cum. I want to see you cum for me.”
Use you?
His brows knitted. That didn’t sound right.
Use.
Use.
Use?
That word felt wrong, dirty. Even in his inebriated, lust-filled fog, Sanji knew that it wasn’t right. That it was tactless. That you deserved better than that.
“I don’t— I don’t want to ever use you.” he husked. Just saying the word made his stomach churn, and though his limbs felt heavy, he lifted himself a little taller on his knees. “Don’t ever say that to me again.”
Sanji’s sudden coherency surprised you when he was trembling moments before, but there was no mistaking the sincerity in his tone, and you could only stare— awed, heated and incredibly wrecked with the emotions he stirred. Yet rather than replying, your grip on him tightened, a challenge tilting your brow, waiting to see what move he’d make with the offer you raised.
“Okay… oh-okay, ‘m gonna touch you now, darlin’.”
With all the strength he could muster, Sanji pushed forward and inhaled deeply, pressing his nose in your crotch, and filling his lungs until the only air that could possibly flow through him was you. “Ohh, fuck.” Sanji groaned, the sound vibrating on your most intimate parts, pulling deep from his throat, and sounding nothing short of sinful that had you keening lowly in response.
“Oh, fuck- oh fuck, darlin’ you’re a dream.” He murmured into your cunt, his words bleeding back to babble as he breathed in long and deep. It was intoxicating, the heady scent of your pussy. Driving him mad, sick, practically delirious by the slick that marred your panties, creating the most dazzling patch of arousal right in the middle. Oh fuck, his tongue immediately began lapping at the damp fabric caging your plump lips. “Fuck!”
You choked on a moan. “Is that all you can say?”
Sanji shook his head, his hands finding your full-figured hips and squeezing, eliciting a low mewl with the fat filling his palms and bulging out at the sides just how he pictured it. “Fuck!” he grunted again into your cunt; his mouth muffled but his shouts reverberated from the intensity that shook him at the core. “Fuck-fuck!”
You huffed out a chuckle. “Sweetie, if it’s too much for you—”
He couldn’t hear you. Sanji held you tighter, drew you closer into his open mouth, his jaw slack, muscles taut, cock aching— but it was a sensation he could ignore while his tongue messaged and rolled and lapped at your clothed cunt. Dragging along your labia over and over until it wettened enough to slip his tongue down the seam of your pussy, spreading it to finally circle your pulsing clit and suck, the fabric damp with a lewd mixture of slick and saliva as your whimpers rang loud.
“Fu-uhh, shit, you taste so goo’ fo’me”, his words were gruff, his mind addled— Sanji couldn’t focus past your cunt, your scent, not when it wafted through him and settled deep in his abdomen— twisting lust straight down to his neglected cock drooling on the floor.
“Sa-anji! Fuck, hmm, keep-keep going!”
He groaned, digging his fingers into your hips and shoving you harder into his mouth. “Su’ch a pretty cunt, shit-fuck.” He held you firmly, his strength unrelenting even as you swayed, letting you writhe on his face. “Darlin’, sweet girl, sweet sweet cunt, uhh, y’make my cock hurt so-so much. Make me so hard, so dizzy. All you, shit-shit. Uhh-uhh, s’wet fo’me. Tha’ank you. thank y-you, than-k you.”
You moaned for him, and the sound of it tingled his spine, acutely aware of the sharp tugging on his scalp, but Sanji paid the rest of it no mind. He was touching you, licking your pussy through your pretty panties, inhaling your arousal, making you moan.
Making you cry his name, making you wet.
And he answered it all with low hums and deep grunts of praises, thanking you fiercely, his devotion syphoning from every breath as if you poured into him yourself.
Sanji flickered his tongue on your clit, alternating between soft and hard strokes that had you grinding your hips on his tongue, and he revelled in it while your pussy rewarded him by staining your panties with sticky fluids he drank greedily. Devouring your cunt with his whole face, bumping his nose into your clit, his chin wet, cheeks flushed.
“Imma cum!” you tried to warn him, to stave off the flutter in your belly and not embarrass yourself by cumming so soon, but his touch, his tongue— even with the panties in the way it only added to the friction. To the burn flooding over your body from the moment you discovered him. You squirmed, rocked, and sighed as the coil tightened in your belly— a sensation so intense you attempted to cinch your thighs, but Sanji pinched your hips, pulling you apart for him, ignoring your pleas.
Holding you closer, grunting praises, flattening his tongue, pressing hard until you came with a loud cry.
“Su’ch a goo’girl, so good for me. that’s it, lemme clean that up for you, darlin’.”
Sanji lapped at your cunt, your panties ruined and almost dripping from your release that he swallowed as best he could before you ripped him off with a harsh tug.
“Stand,” you panted harshly. Your balance was shoddy, but you stood firm, yanking the man to his full height, and wrapped your fist around his cock. Gently tugging on his flushed sex in quick strokes. “Cum for me.”
Sanji curled into your touch, white-hot and just barely keeping himself standing with a hard grip on your hips— he slumped into your chest, fucking into your hand chaotically. “I-I didn’t— y-you. Uhh, fuck!”
“What is it?”
Tears stung his waterline. “I di-idn’t clean u-uhh, ahh, mmm, I wanted— wanted to clean you u-uhp.” He cried out, fidgeting in your grasp, his cock overly sensitive and shamefully drooling all over your wrist. He wanted to be strong, to make you cum and slump on his chest, but Sanji could hardly keep his eyes open at this point. He felt airy, foggy, every sensation felt like it was dolled up to ten and he couldn’t find the strength to keep standing.
And it hurt, fuck, his cock hurt. His balls hurt, his chest hurt, breathing hurt— it ended up as short gasps and high-pitch whines into your neck until you brushed your thumb over his slit and Sanji saw stars.
“ahh! Im-imma cum! ‘mma cu-uuh, fuck-fuck!”
“It’s okay, sweet boy,” you jerked him firmly with one hand and pulled down the bow of your panties, exposing your plump mound. “Cum right here, I wan’ feel you cum on me.” you slipped his tip between your pussy lips, a low, wet, squelching noise added to his moans now.
To yours and the raunchy sounds that swirled in between.
“Sweet-sweetheart!” Sanji squeaked, bucking his hips widely, your pussy smearing wet kisses all over his cock. Hot and squishy and so so delicious his orgasm crashed through him like a tidal wave, surging and pulsing and dousing him with a pleasure that raked a voiceless cry— splatting his cum in your panties and slathering your slit with gooey, icky glops of his release. Your panties filled with both stains of arousal.
“Good boy.” your kisses feathered over his rapid pulse, the praises almost as gentle as your lips. “Such a good boy, shh. I got you, hun.”
Sanji held you close, shivering through his climax, pitifully cowering his face into the warm crook of your neck until his cries settled into cute whimpers and the spots misting the corners blended into colours he could actually see.
“Shh, you did so well, cutie.” You stroked his back, unbothered by the sweat clinging to his skin or the sticky, hot mush that was caged to your cunt. the latter tingling the nerves of your spine in an addictive way. “That felt amazing.”
“Ye-yea?”
“Yes, hun.”
There were a few seconds of heavy breathing, then shuffling of clothes, and suddenly, Sanji was seated back on the sofa, but the comforting weight of your plush body sat on top of him too. He liked it, it was grounding. Safe.
Sanji held you tight, his strong arms locking you in place over his lap. Your bodies hot and tempering down ever so slowly in each other’s embrace.
There’s was a gentle hum in the room, or maybe it was your voice, tenderly washing over him as Sanji came to grips with his body again. With the heat, the sweat and throb of arousal cooling into a low ebb in his abdomen. With the reality that you both stood in and your roles in it. But he couldn’t bring himself to care of anything else but you curling in his lap.
You smelt nice, you played with his hair and hummed in his ear, and you felt so… so good in his arms.
“Thank you.” he croaked after a while. Feeling satiated and satisfied sinking into your embrace, Sanji could do nothing else but whisper his thanks into your lips over and over, his kiss filled with all the gratitude of an answered prayer. “Thank you for this, for holding me. I don’t know when it got so out of hand.”
You smirked, patting his chest playfully, hoping he did not notice how your heart soared as you attempted to joke. “probably as soon as I agreed to this little game.”
This time, Sanji’s smile beaned wide, pretty teeth shining bright. “I just can’t help myself, darlin.” he nuzzled into your cheek, savouring the intimacy. “I told you what would happen if you got too close.”
You laughed softly, “I suppose I was warned.” You shifted in his lap, straddling him now instead with the gooey mixture flushed hot in your panties, squishing against your achy clit, it made you breathless. Eager. “If you’re a good boy—”
His stomach flipped excitedly.
“—Maybe we’ll play again.”
Sanji shuddered, his smile waning as his lips parted cutely. “Don’t tease me. I—”
“SANJI! OI! I GOT THIS BIG FISH! IT HAS TWO HEADS CAN WE EAT IT?!”
“Oi, Shitty-brow! I found this buried sword, lemme cut you with it!”
You stifled the laughter behind your hand, the cutest frown scrunching his face from their untimely interruption. Even so, you began moving to crawl off his lap before the other straw hats walked in with their treasures, but Sanji gripped your wrist, his pleading stare shooting familiar sparks in your core.
“Promise we’ll do this again?”
You smiled warmly, leaning in for a kiss only to swipe your tongue upon his bottom lip, “Yes, and it will stay just between us.”
Sanji blushed, savouring the taste of you on his own tongue. “Yea, of course. Just between us, darlin’.”
This time, you stood up to leave, but not without one final look over your shoulder, “just like your cum soaking my panties right now.”
You quickly slipped out of the room before anyone could notice, twirling your shoe as the sound of a heavy thud crashed behind you and the boys shouts followed shortly after.
“WOW! So much blood! Was there a fight?! Are they still here?! I wanna fight!”
“LUFFY N-NO THAT—”
“EW SHITTY BROW! WAKE UP AND CLEAN THIS SHIT YOU PERV—”
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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
As the first of the Straw-Hat crew to return to the vessel, you were unsure as to what following the strange sounds down the lengthy corridor would bring you. Nothing in all of your flirtation-ship with the chef could’ve prepared you for the sight gracing your eyes.
His vision was foggy, jaw slacked and a mixture of sticky saliva sweeping down his chin. The beads of sweat pouring from his temples, dampening his cheeks and gluing his soaked blond hair to his forehead as you witnessed his eyes rolling back into his skull. Growls, cries and whimpers were choking through his throat and coating the air with his desperate screams for aid.
Your eyes widened, following the trail of sweat glistening skin over his torso and down to the chiseled ‘v’ of his blonde happy-trail. Everything was red, hot and desperate. His skin rubbed raw with the clawing fingernails of his dominant hand thrusting his cock within his fist with a violent ferocity. Shock held you stationary in the doorway, your hand dropping the objects you had purchased from within town and thudding against the floor; alerting the poor chef to your presence.
He snapped his gaze to you, his body too weak and desperate to shield his aching cock from your vision. Much to the horror of you both, he continued tugging desperately on his abused shaft and pinching his swollen tip as he was brought to the edge of another orgasm.
“I-I’m so s-sorry,” he managed to stutter out through his thrusting, hot and fresh tears falling freely down his cheeks, “I-I can’t st-stop. It h-hurts t-to stop-p.”
“Sanji, what did you do?” you asked him, hastily bringing yourself into his quarters and closing the door behind you. You hesitated, your brows furrowing and eyes panicking at the sight of your friend in a state of complete vulnerability.
The two of you had something unspoken between you; subtle touches as you brushed past one another in the halls, preferential treatment at meal times, and you always seeking him out and gifting him with tokens from your travels – one of which lay abandoned on the floor beside the door.
“Sanji, what did you do?” you again questioned him, your eyes searching his and attempting to dismiss what he was doing to pleasure himself in front of you. You bit your lip, unable to simply cast aside the lewd noises he was mewling at you, desperately calling your name within his shaky voice.
“I-I can’t,” He sobbed, his cock desperately writhing and twitching within his palm, “I can’t cum!” His desperate cry for help broke something in you, you immediately taking pity on him and running over to sit at his side. The mattress dipped at his torso, you refusing to look below his clavicle and search his gaze for answers.
“Sanji,” you hesitated, your hand halting slightly in its descent towards his glistening forehead.
“T-Touch me, please. Please, love. P-Please touch me,” he begged with you, his eyes shutting tightly as he winced out another cry, “I n-need you. Please, I need you.” You pressed your palm against his forehead, taking in his scorching temperature beneath your palm and wincing at the contact.
“You’re burning up, sweetheart,” you commented, swiping his damp hair away from his forehead and sweeping your palm to collect his cheek, “what can I do? Tell me. I’ll get Chopper-.”
“-NO!” He roared at you, shock springing to your spine at his ferocity. His eyes were open and pupils completely blown with unbridled lust as he managed to wince out, his pace not halting in the slightest as his bicep continued to maintain his bruising rhythm of fisting his veiny cock.
“J-Just-… Just…” he closed his eyes, his breath continuing to stutter. He bit his bottom lip hard, piercing the skin as he attempted to again push himself over the edge of another orgasm to no avail. His body was wrecked with grief, physically shaking. You were unaware of the possibility of someone being struck pale with horror and glow crimson with embarrassment: yet, here lay the poor blonde chef in a puddle of his own sweat, shaking with arousal and frustration.
“Just, what? What can I do? Love, name it,” you cooed down at him. You couldn’t bare to watch another moment of him like this, but truly unaware of how to best aid him in his predicament. Sanji cringed through the pain, gritting his teeth and persevering his unspoken thought.
“Darling,” he called to you, attempting to sit from his reclined position; only to falter back onto his unused elbow as he winced out, “I need you to fuck me.” You were absolutely taken aback by his statement, the seriousness in his eyes and the animalistic tone in his voice. Sanji would flirt with you, sure. You would reciprocate, absolutely. But this was something new entirely.
“-Don’t think about it. Don’t think about me. Just-…nmph-…” he was hit with another wave of lust as the dust in his lungs fuelled his desire further, “-You can picture anyone else. Imagine the most handsome man, or beautiful woman you could concoct. Picture the stupid swordsman, I just-… -f-fuck… Just please, lay with me. Please f-fuck me-.”
You placed both hands either side of his face, pulling his lustful gaze into you and holding his grey eyes fixed on your own.
“Sanji,” you called to him, your voice soft and calm. A whimper fell from his parted lips as you rolled his name over your tongue.
“Y-Yes, my love? Y-Yes?” he asked you, his eyes full of sorrow and defeat. You sighed at his expression, smoothing your hand over his face once again.
“There’s no one else I would dream of doing this for,” you confessed to him, “why would I imagine anyone else?” His actions halted, his body immediately reacting to your words and holding himself completely statuesque. At that momentary pause, his body screamed at him to begin moving once more; a growl releasing itself from within his chest and verbally chastising himself.
“Darling, please. Please,” he begged, thrusting upwards his hips into his hands, “Please ride me. I need you.. -nghh-…, please, I…-hhah-…p-promise I’ll be good. Please.”
You sighed, closing your eyes and feeling the waves of his heated desperation falling off him and coating the room with the perfume of his musky arousal. You stood, facing away from him and removed your pants, pooling them onto the floor to entangle with his bedsheets and pillows he flung carelessly off his bed earlier. Shimmying out of your underwear, you kicked them off to the side, your walls already coated with a shameful amount of arousal at the sight of your desperate friend as he pumped his cock in front of you.
Keeping your eyes closed, you turned around to face him again while bashfully tugging down the length of your shirt to shield your arousal from him. You coyly knelt atop the mattress, avoiding his desperate gaze as he took in every moment of your descent towards him. He continued to fist at his cock at a bruising pace, the heavy slaps falling like punches down his shaft to hit at his groin painfully heavy as he cried out for you one last time.
“I’m s-sorry. I’m…a-aahh-…I’m so, so sorry,” his apologies were flung into the air with a mixture of your name and a variety of creative pet-names. You reached down and collected his unused hand, lacing your fingertips within his slowly and carefully.
“It’s okay, Sanji. If you could just-,” you crawled onto his lap and hovered over his rapidly beating hand tugging his aching cock, “-stop for a moment, and I’ll-…” you reached down and tugged away his hand from gripping his cock in the firm vice-clench of his hand. He whimpered and began gyrating into the air at the absence of stimulation, his tongue darting out to dampen his bottom lip with a fresh coat of saliva.
You placed his hand on your hip and released it from your grasp, reaching down to pull back the skin of his shaft and steady yourself as you made a slow descent to impale yourself atop his throbbing cock. His shiny red tip brushed against your glistening folds, prompting him to let out a feral scream at the contact. Your eyes snapped open, searching his face for any harm or pain, only finding a warm blush dusting his cheeks, his jaw slack and a trail of saliva connecting his upper and lower teeth. You furrowed your brows, hardening in your resolve and sunk the tip of his cock into your core. Another scream erupted from Sanji, his whimpers falling away to become feral growls and ferocious snarls.
“Sanji,” you moaned, the tip beginning to stretch your core as you adjusted to his size. His eyes snapped open as he gazed at your face. Although his vision was blurry and exhaustion was overcoming him from edging his body, he was desperately pleading with himself to be present for this moment. A moment he truly never foresaw ever completing on his own. Although still clad in your t-shirt, your torso hidden from him as you sunk down onto his aching cock, he had never seen something so beautiful. His eyes filled with glassy, fresh tears of relief as you continued slowly coaxing his cock into you.
He unlaced his hand with yours, bringing it to meet the other side of your hip as you descended down onto his cock; fluttering as you adjusted to his size. As you nearly took in his entire length, he mustered all of the strength remaining in his body and sat with you fully sheathed on his lap. His balls were sucked into his stomach with the pressure of his release, the new angle immediately hitting the sensitive underside of your clit with his curved cock with his soft pubic hair tickling against your clit.
In that one swift motion of you taking in his entire length, he was immediately a trembling mess; whining sweet praises at you while physically shaking in his shoulders while desperately clawing at your ass.
He was cumming. Instantly.
Ribbons of his pent up release coating your inner walls with the slickened backsplash of his cum. Twitching, lightly rocking with his entire length disappearing within your walls, he held you so tightly as if you were the only thing tethering him to this world. He pressed his forehead against your shoulder, sobbing onto your shirt with tears dampening the material below his closed eyes.
“I-I’m cumming. I’m cumming. O-Oh f-fuck… -nghhh-… I-I… -hh-hahh-… I’m s-sorry. I-I’m c-cumming,” he cried against you, his shoulders shaking with his sobs.
“It’s okay, shh,” you drew your hands to the back of his hair, soothing over the sweat covered, matted locks, “sweetheart, it’s okay. You’re safe. You’re loved. It’s truly okay.” You pressed a small kiss to his temple while he slowly rocked you within his lap, his cum continuing to shoot up into you and dance with your own glistening arousal. Although you had not experienced a release, you could empathetically feel his satisfaction as he was finally able to climax through whatever seemed to hold him incapable of doing so.
Waves of exhaustion fell from him, his rocking halting as the last few beads spilled over and into your body, your arousal satisfying his unquenchable thirst and smothering the flames of his wild, burning panic. He sighed into you, releasing your hips from his grip and circling his left hand around your hips and hooking his right hand up the middle of your back to cradle you against himself. A small shudder of his shoulders followed by a low rumbly, laugh of relief had you finally able to relax, knowing your chef was finally himself again. You giggled, lacing your arms over his shoulders and whispering down against his temple.
“Are you okay down there?” you giggled as you checked in with him, prompting another laugh to erupt from his parted lips at your question. He slowly moved his forehead away from the crook of your shoulder and neck, placing a small kiss against your neck before looking up at you.
“Hi,” he whispered to you, a coy smile rising to his lips as his eyes finally met yours.
“Hi,” you smiled back in return. He placed his forehead up against your own, brushing your nose with his. His eyes creased upwards, his relief falling over him in waves as you traced circles atop his shoulders. He slowly snuck a glance down at the point where your two bodies connected, noticing his slowly dissipating harness was still buried within you. He sighed out a content breath before seeking your gaze out once more.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, hm?” Sanji huffed a small laugh, “I’ll return the favor, then I’ll cook you something. That sound okay?” You laughed at his suggestion, nodding enthusiastically and placing a small kiss on his forehead.
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.
You were on the search for a few of your missing panties, truly leaving no stone unturned, but still coming up empty.
Naturally your first step was asking Sanji if he had seen them or mistakenly taken them and while he strongly fought off that accusation you told him that letting you look through his stuff surely wasn't that big of a deal then, right?
He had nothing to hide after all.
Surprisingly enough you hadn't found anything incriminating yet, was there a possibility of you really just having misplaced your undergarments? There was still one last dresser to check though so who knows…
When you reached a particular drawer Sanji started stammering, his already red cheeks intensifying in color.
"Y-you really w-won't find any anything in there-"
But before you could hear him out, the drawer was already pulled open. Your impatient act led to a wicked smile spreading on your face as you realized why sanji didn't want you to open it.
Not only were your missing panties in there, but one pair was pulled swiftly over a fleshlight.
"What's this?"
You held the toy in the palm of your hand, the color of the plastic blending in seamlessly with the color of your skin. Sanjis face was now completely void of any color, his tongue seemingly paralyzed as he stared at you with a slack jaw.
"Cat got your tongue?"
You moved closer, striding in his direction to which he took panicked steps back until he hit the wall with a soft thud. Sanjis adams apple bobbed against his dress shirt, his face a concoction of horror and dread.
The breath was knocked out of his chest as you got closer to him than you've ever been. You were pressed swiftly against his body, the plastic being the only thing between your bodies. Sanji wasn't breathing and you were pretty sure that he thought that you were going to kill him now, but you had other plans.
Taking a step back you spat
"Close the door".
Sanji scrambled towards the door, his movement clumsy and uncoordinated. His mind was telling him to just dart out of the door, to run for his life but his feet carried him back to your poised form. By the time he stood in front of you again his chest was moving up and down rapidly, bordering on a panic attack.
You moved closer towards him, your lips dangerously close to the shell of his ear. He shivered even before you spoke,
"You dare disgrace me like that? To use me for your perversions?"
Sanji was quick to but in, justifications falling from his lips before you shushed him.
"Did I allow you to speak?"
After that, he was too stunned to move his tongue, his heart beating rapidly in his chest.
"That's what I thought."
You moved away from him, only leaving your venomous words behind. And the effect you had on him was beyond delicious; finally you found a way of shutting that obnoxious talk of his down and instead you left him with a throbbing dick straining against his dress pants.
"Since you took the liberty of stealing my panties I command you to show me how you used them"
Your words rang clear through the otherwise quiet room and Sanji surprised you by talking with a more or less steady voice.
"Yes ma'am"
You let him take a seat on his bed as you sat on the opposing end, watching him loosen his tie made your unholy thoughts only move faster but you knew you couldn't show him how much this turned you on.
As soon as Sanji freed his needy cock from the confines of his pants, the rooms silence turned deathly. Maybe sanjis pinched eyebrows, his flushed face or his completely tense body would've been reason for concern, but seeing the precum glisten on the slit of his painfully hard cock made you dismiss that thought.
God, Sanji was such a little slut, you loved it.
With a shaky breath the blond man started stroking himself slowly. Nervousness was coming off of him in waves, almost causing you to laugh when he gripped his own dick too tightly and yelped.
Still he moved like you commanded him to. Fleshlight in hand he brought his fingers to his face and took a big whiff of the faux pussy. His nose was pressing into the opening and his tongue moved against the fabric. He was so lost in his imagination that he seemed to forget that you were there - watching him.
Or did he? His leaking and twitching cock was begging to differ.
A depraved whine escaped sanjis lips, his cock drooling as he pressed his face against the cloth clad fleshlight. Seeing him slobbering against your panties really had an effect on you too, still you sat on his bed as if you were made of stone.
After distributing his precum evenly he lovingly thumbed over your panties before he moved them to the side. A whine escaped the cook as he felt the ridges of the plastic around his pulsating dick. And your heavy gaze made him shiver and burn with delicious shame.
"Aw, that's actually more pathetic than I imagined. You were just sitting here jerking this up and down your little dick?"
"Mhmh!"
Your harsh words fueled Sanji and more depraved whimpers fell from his lips as he picked up the pace. Sweat was beading on his face and his hair was starting to stick together but none of that mattered when he looked at you with that fucked out expression on his face.
His eyebrows were pinched together, his cheeks flushed and his pupils dilated - he was beyond beautiful like this.
"Are you seriously going to waste any more of my time? Go ahead and come already"
Sanji offered a strained moan at your mean tone and when you rolled your eyes his muscles tensed and his movement came to a halt. He shot rope after rope of hot white cum into his beloved piece of plastic before he collapsed on his bed.
He laid on his bed like a deflated balloon, a giddy smile across his lips as you stood up, got him a cup of water, pet his hair a few times and mutter an upbeat
"Cute.",
before shutting the door and going about your day.
“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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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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straddling him and grinding your still clothed crotch against his, keeping your eyes locked and wanting until you can see the blood rush to his cheeks and his bulge grow against your body and just the simple whisper of his name could practically get him to blow
someone on twitter has a great style for .. i think its called "marshmallow" creatures for doffy, corazon, and law? And I love how their law looks so i attempted fanart and failed
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