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Heatwave! - Sanjis summer fever

Summary - What was meant to be a new ingredient turns into a curse of desire, setting every nerve in his body ablaze with a need he can’t control. And the only person he wants—no, needs—is you.

Pairing - Sanji x mermaid!reader (the necklace gives you legs)

Wc - 7.18k (not proof read)

cw — 18+ MDNI, smut, p in v, aphrodisiac (devil fruit based), power imbalance, rough sex, oral sex (f!recieving), riding/cowgirl, MULTIPLE rounds (most not mentioned), praise kink, possessiveness, overstimulation, slight degradation, dirty talk (lots of it), & fluids.

A/N :: before anyone says anything, yes I asked ChatGPT to give me the content warnings and my word count. And yes Ik this is late but yolo. <3

The sea had been so very rough that day. Salt stung your eyes, your tail thrashing against the cold iron cage each time a wave crashed beneath the ship, and your muscles ached from hours of fighting. You were so tired, so ready to give up. And suddenly, it was like someone heard your cries.

A boy with a straw hat burst into the deck door, the biggest blinding smile on his face. Luffy was his name.

“Come with us!” He said it so simply, big hand human stretched out toward you as if saving strangers was as normal as breathing.

It spooked you honestly.

A mermaid out of water wasn’t just valuable, no, they were treasured. So when a green haired swordsman, a ginger girl who obviously loved action, a boy so scared out of his mind that he carried a weapon at all times, and a blonde with the most charming smile you’ve ever seen, came to save you, you were…swooned?

His name was Sanji.

And when he swept you into his warm, cherishing arms, you instantly knew you were in good hands. “Mon amour,” he whispered reassuringly, a hand against your damp hair.

“No harm will ever be cursed upon you again.”

The boy with the straw hat walking up and handing you your necklace. “Think this belongs to you.” A warm and welcoming smile on his face.

Maybe that’s why it was so easy for you to stay. Maybe, that’s why your heart was in danger long before today.

The kitchen smelled otherworldly. Spices that were mixed together filling the air so beautifully.

Sanji was a whirlwind—ingredients tossed knowingly into sizzling pans, knives moving as fast as light when he chopped, an occasional hum of a romantic tune under his breath. You leaned against the counter, watching, pretending not to notice the way he’d wink at you and the way your cheeks burned from it.

Then you saw it—the strange ombré orange and pink fruit.

“What’s that?” Curiously pointing at the exotic looking fruit. Sanji glanced at it, tossing it in the air and catching it effortlessly. “Found it yesterday at the beach. Thought it might add a kick or sweetness to the sauce. Gotta taste it first though, chefs honor.”

“I don’t think-“

You open your mouth to warn him, slightly recognizing the fruit and its backstory, but it’s too late—he’s eaten a piece off a knife and in a heartbeat, he’s heating up.

Color bloomed across his cheeks, his mouth becoming slick, pupils dilated like a sick dog, and his breath hitched audibly through his throat as he held onto the counter for stability.

“Y-you feeling a little hot too?” He asked, fanning his face turning away from the skillet he was infront of.

“No..think it’s just you.” You look at him with genuine concern, worry in your tone. “Ha, f—funny..” - “No, I’m like dead serious..” you reply, watching the sweat fall from his face like he was gonna catch on fire.

He cleared his throat, grabbing some water and drinking it, practically chugging it in seconds. “S-shit, why won’t it stop?! W-why do you look even prettier?!” He was pacing the kitchen, fanning his face whilst blush started to form across his cheeks.

“What?” You tilt your head, completely confused with what was going on as you watched him fold his arms against the counter and put his head down in his arms, then it was like a switch was flipped.

“. . .Sanji?”

He turned toward you like a man transforming, slow and deliberately, his gaze practically burning through you. “Chérie..leave. Now—please. Before I lose my mind.”

Oh, how you should have listened.

Because now he’s stalking toward you, backing you against the counter. His hands caging you in, trembling with restrainment. “Don’t wanna hurt you..please, Mon amour, I can’t—“ his voice full of agony.

But you on the other hand, were intrigued…how much damage could he really do to you?

You reached for him, fingers threading through his soft and well pampered hair, and that was enough for him.

He pressed a kiss against your lips, desperate, needy, hungry as if he had been waiting for this moment..this day. His hands roamed wherever they could touch with complete worship, fingertips memorizing every curve as if he was assigned to die tomorrow.

Every touch set your nerves ablaze, every moan he ripped from you just fed the fire further between the two of you.

And it doesn’t take long before clothes are discarded between kisses and gasps, leaving you two in your undergarments. He lifts you onto the counter with ease, parting your thighs with a reverent groan, laying you bare before him like you were a feast he could no longer ignore.

His hands trembled as he lift your legs, placing them around his waist. You should’ve been scared—more so worried, but there was something so delicious about him like this and not his usual little flirting antics. Wild, ravenous, and certainly starving.

“I need you,” his voice ruined to desperation. “please chérie. It hurts.” Oh how the whiny tone in his voice got you.

Your fingers reach to cup his face, the feeling burning to the skin. “Cause of the fruit?”

He nodded, eyes shutting like your touch was soothing this sensation. “It’s you. I-it’s feeding off my desire..and I’ve wanted you for so long.”

“Then take me sanji.” You spew without even thinking, biting your lip.

He just snapped.

His mouth against your throat, biting at your neck, your breast, your thighs, moving frantically like a man worshipping his goddess, which in many ways; you were.

He’s dragging his tongue against your torso, your lower abdomen specifically, moaning like he was tasting ice cream for the first time again.

“Mon dieu,” his breath ragged, lips slick with devotion as he kissed lower—trailing over your hips until he reached your clothed core.

“you’re perfect. So soft. So sweet.”

He looked up at you, golden hair falling over flushed cheeks.

He didn’t expect you to look so—dazed.

“Let me eat you mon amour, please. I need to.”

You didn’t hesitate for a second, nodding whilst whimpering his name, pleading. And that was all it took for him to rip your panties.

He dove in, your head instantly tipping back in pleasure as he wasted no time. “O-oh shiitt—sanji!” you’re breathless, your hands combing through his hair with ease, back arching off the counter.

He wasn’t slow, he wasn’t soft, he was starving. He licked and sucked as if your pleasure was the only thing in the world that mattered to him, it was the only thing keeping him sane.

His hands held onto your thighs even tighter, pulling you impossibly closer to his mouth. He kept you open every time he felt your thighs twitch, knowing you felt helpless from the flood of sensation. And every time you cried or called out for him—it made it worse.

The fruit known as Aphrodite fed on his lust.

And yours was feeding it just as well.

He started to grind and create friction against the edge of the counter whilst he ate you out, needing the feeling, needing to rut against something, anything. Too lost in you.

His hips bucked with every gasp and mewl, making himself even harder. He was sure his dick was gonna explode any moment now.

He licked and sucked like a man who hadn’t eaten in ages, like each moan he pulled from you was feeding his soul. His hands knead your thighs and even snake behind to grip your ass, needing to touch wherever he couldn’t see at the moment.

He flicked his tongue against your clit before sucking on it, unaware on just how good he was doing you.

“H-hnnn—Sanji!”

“Tastes like paradise,” he muttered against you, humming afterward to elicit a choked out moan from your lips. “Wanna make you cum til you forget your own name, beau.”

He slides two fingers through you, curling them just right, syncing them with his tongue. Your hips bucked helplessly. And he moaned. Desperately, like he could cum untouched just from you falling apart.

“Can’t—can’t take it, fuck.” He’s struggling to even keep his damn eyes focused, you were so, so—sweet. Was it really just the fruit?

He flicked his tongue over you in messy, eager strokes, his hand gripping onto your thigh so hard it was sure to leave nail marks for a few days. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling harder, and he whimpered. He couldn’t help himself, he was that gone.

“A-anh! Sanjiii, gonna—!”

And before you can even finish, your orgasm is crashing, back arching off the counter, crying as you had nothing to hold onto but his hair.

You gasp when his mouth left your thighs.

Sanji’s lips were swollen just like yours, chin slick with your arousal, golden hair stuck to his forehead in damp, curling strands. His breath came in ragged bursts as he stared at you, no—drank you in, like a man who’d just found god and couldn’t look away.

“Mon dieu…” he murmured, voice hoarse with disbelief. “You taste like heaven.”

You gave a shaky laugh, trying to gather your scattered thoughts. “How many times you gonna keep repeating it?”

“As many times as I need to so you understand that I mean it.”

You giggle thinking this was over, palms about to press down on the counter to get up, but his hands are quick, holding you back down against the counter.

His eyes flicked up, locking with yours.

His hands still trembling, grabbed your hips and pulled you to the very edge of the counter. You gasped as your back arched slightly, your bare thighs brushing the cool wood.

“Sanji?” you whisper, still a little dazed.

He said nothing—just leaned in slowly, pressing his forehead against yours, panting like he was barely holding himself together. His cock strained against his slacks, the soaked fabric clinging to him like it hurt.

“I came just from eating you,” he admitted in a whisper, lips grazing yours. “and I still feel like I’m starving.”

Your breath hitched. “Y-you…came?”

He nodded once, face flushed and wrecked. “And I’d do it again. A thousand times. Just to see you fall apart like that. But…”

His voice dropped lower, rougher.

“Now I need to fuck you.”

The air left your lungs as he spread your legs again, tugging your hips forward so your core was flush with the hardness still trapped in his underwear. You whimpered at the contact—still so sensitive, so raw—and his eyes fluttered closed at the sound.

“Please,” he said softly, like a prayer. “Tell me I can. Tell me to take you. I need to feel you around me.”

You think for a moment, as if you weren’t going to say yes either way and nod. “Yes Sanji, please.” Your hand running over his tank top covered abdomen.

And that was all it took.

He ripped the wife beater off his body, chest flushed and heaving, his abs flexing with every movement. You whimpered just looking at him, biting your lip. The boxers came next, dark and navy blue, just wet from the way he’d humped the edge of the counter earlier. And then finally, his cock.

Your breathed hitched—beautiful.

Thick, flushed pink at the tip, glistening with precum. He lined himself up without a word, hands curling under your thighs as he positioned you perfectly on the counter.

He was so quick to almost just slide in, but he held himself back the last second, taking a deep breath. “You’re sure, beau?” he asked again, even now—always making sure.

You pulled him close by the nape of his neck and kissed him, deep and messy. “..ruin me.”

With a low groan, he pushed inside—slow, deliberate, like he wanted to feel every inch of you take him. Your walls stretched around him, and you gasped, fingernails digging into his shoulders as he filled you fully, bottoming out with a tremble.

“Merde,” he hissed. “You feel—fuck—you feel like you were made for me..” His hips rolled once, experimentally, and you gasp out.

Then again, harder.

“O-ohh—s-sanji!” you cry out, legs tightening around his waist.

He grabbed your ass and fucked into you with increasing desperation, each thrust pushing you back against the counter with a dull thud. A bowl clattered to the floor somewhere behind you. Neither of you noticed.

Your breast bounced, fucked out expression already on your face.

“Mine, my siren..” he groaned, lips against your neck, biting back whines. “Mine. Say it.”

“I’m yours, all yours!” you whimpered, meeting his hips as best you could. “Shit, feels so good—don’t stop—!”

He kissed you through it, rough and possessive. His hands were practically everywhere. Thighs, back, waist—gripping, kneading, like he wanted to memorize every part of you. And the way he looked at you—wild, reverent—like you were the only thing that could quench the fire the aphrodite fruit had lit in him.

“You’re gonna come again, yeah?” he growled into your ear, pace brutal now. “I can feel it. You’re close, aren’t you?”

You couldn’t even speak—just nodded, tears brimming your eyes as your gasping his name as your body trembled.

He held your hips steady, fucking you through it, biting back his own groan when you clenched around him. “There it is,” he moaned. “That’s it. Let go for me. Give me everything—”

He slammed his hips, pulling you down against his shaft fully this time with a loud groan.

Your orgasm slammed into you like a wave you’ve felt in the ocean before, and this time you screamed his name, legs locking around his waist as he rutted deep through the aftershocks.

He came right after, shuddering inside you as he let out a large and oozing load with a strangled moan, spilling and stuffing everything into you as he buried his face in your neck.

You’re both silent, just panting against each other, chest heaving up and down, practically sticking to one another.

“Think you just rearranged my guts..”

Your first to speak, just staring at the ceiling, a hearty laugh leaving his mouth.

“Yeah? How about some more work, hm? Think your back needs some cracking.” Next thing you know, he’s lifting you up like a potato sack, throwing you over his shoulder.

“Wait- Sanji, no—!“

And of course this geniuses room is connected to the kitchen.

He slams the door, throwing you onto the bed, ready to drain whatever was left of the accidental usage of the fruit.

The crew stood outside the kitchen door, jaws way past dropping. Zoro had already walked away, disappointed at the fact that you two would do that in the kitchen.

Luffy just looked down at chopper, the both of them making eye contact and a disgusted look on their faces. “Ewww..” they whispered, looking back at the door.

After maybe…five or six rounds you two are finally dozing off? But curiosity was still brewing inside you. Maybe Sanji was just overreacting, no way the fruit made him act that ridiculous—right?

Your limbs are pure jelly, heart still thudding with aftershock whilst Sanji lie next to you, glowing with sweat and satisfaction, looking completely spent, snoring quietly.

But you’re not, at least not yet.

Because your gaze drifts toward to door back that led back to the kitchen, knowing the Aphrodisiac fruit was still sitting idly on the counter top.

So suddenly when your moving toward the kitchen on your own, mind just wandering, your not surprised.

That stupid shimmering chunk sitting so innocently on a plate, like it didn’t just turn your sweet ass crew mate into a goddamn whore for the past three hours.

It calls to you. Curious. Dangerous. Tempting.

“Just a little nibble won’t hurt..” you mumble to yourself as you pick it up from the plate, bracing yourself on the counter as your legs still shook violently.

You lift it to your lips, hesitating to take a bite, but you do so anyway. It’s bittersweet. Then?

Heat.

White-hot, all-consuming, feral heat.

It floods your veins like liquid fire, like you just ate a hot ass pepper, blooming in your chest, dripping low between your thighs until you’re panting, needy, and clenching around nothing.

A sound tears out of your throat—a whimper? A growl? You don’t even know anymore.

You walk back into his room as if you were just bitten by a zombie, bumping into shit on the way in. “Sanji,” you breathe. It’s not a plea. It’s a warning.

He stirs, his lashes fluttering. And the moment your scent hits the air, he sits bolt upright, like someone yanked him out of a coma with a taser. Golden hair a mess, lips parted, eyes glowing.

“You didn’t.”

You meet his gaze, pupils blown wide. A slow smile spreads across your face—feral, hungry. “I did.” Saying it out loud sounded more whiny than you intended, but either way, he got the point.

You lunge, slamming your lips into his, nails digging into his chest as you clunch onto him, kissing him like you’re trying to crawl inside his skin. He gasps, stunned, but you’re already climbing into his lap, grinding down, shameless and soaked.

“Wait, chérie—” he pants, trying to breathe and control himself. “You’re—”

“M’starving,” you growl against his jaw, licking it like it was a piece of chocolate.

“But you said you were tired- I know what I said, but now I’m full of energy.” You finish his sentence, an innocent smile on your face.

He groans as you shove him back down, straddling his hips, nails digging into his chest. You rock against him once and both of you curse, desperate for more.

You grab him by the face, locking eyes with him. “S’my turn to have my way with you, kay?”

His pupils blow wide but he wasn’t protesting in any way, just nodding as he stared up at you. And that was all the permission you needed.

You grab his erecting shaft, looking back as you align your self above him. You sink down onto him in one aching, slow movement, both of you gasping at the stretch. Sanji grabs your waist like he might lose his mind.

“Fuck—fuck, y/n wait—“

But you’re already riding him. Fast. Hard.

And very desperate.

Your hands are braced on his chest, hair wild, moaning his name like a chant. He watches you with reverence and disbelief, head thrown back, lips trembling.

“Look at you,” you whisper. “So pretty like this. Crying, for me.” You grin, leaning down to peck his lips.

And he is. Whining, babbling, begging, tearing up as you use him like he’s yours because well—now he is, and he loves it. Every second. Every motion.

“Gonna—gonna come, I—fuck—” he chokes. You grip his jaw, lean close, panting into his mouth. “Not yet. Not till I say.”

His breath stutters. “Yes, ma’am.”

And you break.

The orgasm hitting you like thunder, hips still grinding through it, dragging him right over the edge with you. He sobs under you, hands trembling, clinging to you like you’re the only thing keeping him grounded.

You collapse on top of him, both of you sweaty, ruined, panting messes on his now stained bed sheets.

“You didn’t take a big bite, did you?” Sanji blinks up at you, tear stained cheeks, and an amused look on his face as he tilted his head.

You look up, shaking your head with a smirk. “And end up like you with stamina for hours? No thanks.” He laughs loudly, hand coming up to caress your head, moving your damp hair from your face.

You lean forward, pecking his lips, the both of you just staring into each other’s eyes as if you were afraid the both of you would disappear.

“I think I’m in love with you.” He blurts, but not mistaken at all. You let out an amused huff smiling at him, your arms folded underneath your chin as they rest on his chest.

“Think I already knew that.”

Banner creds:: @junabuggy

Requested by my bby, hi nay it’s finally heree😁:: @lovelylilav

I’ll probably edit this later but probably not.

SYN★ Suguru only ever shows up after midnight — no calls, no promises, just silence and skin. You keep letting him in, hoping he’ll finally say what he really feels. One night, you press him for honesty. What he gives you is raw, aching truth… but maybe not the kind you needed.

cw — MDNI ★ angst, post traumatic behavior, sexual content (implied), toxic relationship, emotional manipulation, & co-dependency.

(If you guys want a part two with a happy ending or to just leave it right here, lmk I’ll tag you).

It wasn’t always like this with you and Suguru.

Him showing up at your door randomly past midnight. The same black hoodie he probably had hanging in his closet just for this occasion. He was taller than you remember, and his eyes were heavy like he might not have slept in days.

The both of you take your time, staring each other down, more tension there than there were any words could speak.

“..can I come in?” His voice gruff, calm, relaxed, and unreadable as always. No greeting, always straight to the point.

You step aside with no hesitation, wordless. Because no matter how you hated it—hated him, hated how much it hurt, you always let him in.

And as you two sat on your couch, end to end, neither of you talked. You never did.

He sat on the couch, quiet, and watched the flicker of your candle lit in the middle of your coffee table. You watched him, watching nothing. Just breathing in the stillness between you as if it might say something, anything, that he wouldn’t. But it didn’t.

“You only come around when it’s late ya know,” you finally say something, wishing it came out as a mumble, curled into yourself across from him.

His eyes flicker toward you, lingering for just a moment longer. “That bother you?” His tone carrying some kind of concern.

You don’t answer immediately, just looking at him before your uncurling yourself, sitting against the couch normally with your arms crossed.

A sigh escapes your lips. “No. I just find it funny. You talk about caring but you never do it yourself.” But then you regret the words that come out of your mouth. Silence filling the space once again as he leans back against the couch with a faint sigh.

He almost spoke, wanting to protest. You could tell, but he held his tongue, just taking in your words.

You’re not sure how things even went down next. One minute there’s space between the two of you, then the next, there’s none.

His lips were on you, slow like an apology, like a confession. His way of saying ‘I love you but I know how this’ll end, because of me.’ Or at least that’s what you wanted to infer.

But you knew he meant it. The way his hands trembled slightly when he held your face, the way his lashes fluttered when he leaned in to kiss you prior, it was all Suguru.

He could show you how he felt more than he could tell you.

And just like every other time, you let yourself fall into him. Let yourself pretend this meant so much more than comfort. That this was his way of claiming you for once. That he was staying this time. That he’d finally say what he never had the guts to.

But when it was all over, you felt it again; emptiness.

He laid beside you in the dark, on the bed he carried the both of you toward in the midst of kissing, shirtless and bare, your heart on the floor once again.

You let out a shaky exhale, staring at the ceiling. “You don’t even like me anymore, ‘guru,” you speak into the silence, eyes focused on the fan on the ceiling.

He didn’t answer right away, swallowing whatever initial reply he was going to make. You listen to him take a deep breath, slow, as if it hurt.

“That’s not true.”

“Then say something, anything, that proves it. Please.”

You turn your head toward him, his profile sharp in the low light, but his eyes looked softer now. Sadder.

The way he chewed on his bottom lip for a moment, you knew he wasn’t going to say what he wished. He never did.

“I never..” he hesitated for a second, catching himself. “I never wanted us to be what we’ve become.”

“..why you keep coming back then? Entertaining it.”

He closed his eyes before looking at you again, his eyes glossier than before. “Because I don’t know how to let you go.”

You sat up, the cold hitting your back as you held the sheets up to your chest, looking down at him. “But that’s not love, Suguru. That’s a habit. One you just can’t seem to let go. It’s guilt.” He followed you with his eyes, not moving.

He nods, humming. “Maybe. But it’s the only thing I have left that feels real. That keeps me grounded.”

You wanted to scream. Cry, kick, kiss him again, all of it. But instead, a faint whisper fell from your lips. “Then..say what you mean Suguru..”

He sat up too, his hair falling gracefully back onto his shoulders, and his bare chest rising and falling like the weight from it all might crush him completely. He looked at you like he used to—back when you both were younger. Softer, and still believed in stupid shit like forever.

“I miss you everyday, y/n.” He admitted, his hand grazing your cheek calmly this time. “But I don’t deserve you. And I don’t know if I ever did.”

And just within a few breaths—the air changed.

Because you knew it was the truth. And it was never enough no matter how many times you fed it to yourself.

You watched as he got dressed in silence, hoodie back over his head once again. His scent still lingering in your sheets, and your heart still in his hands.

“Will you come back?” You asked, even though you despised yourself for even thinking to ask.

Suguru just looked down at you like he wanted to say no, but deep down, he knew he’d always pick you. “Yeah.”

And you let him leave, out of your grasp once again.

But nth times a charm, right?

Story here :: https://www.tumblr.com/j4zzylyn/784675688667119616/heatwave-sanjis-summer-fever

Why did you tag only “big” accounts? There a lot of people with pretty theme, they’re not the only ones. I don’t mean it in a rude way, but it’s like you wanted to get their attention in particular because we all know deep down we want recognition for our work pretty quickly. Again, I don’t want to seem mean, I promise. Plus, I guess that whoever you’d tagged, it wasn’t answer-guaranteed..

Anyway, your fic with toji was really good, I enjoyed it! You did really great :)

Oh ty btw! Uhm, I kinda just tagged the ppl I followed at that moment and wanted to genuinely know how to decorate and do graphics and stuff.

There was no foul intention behind it, just went through my following and screenshotted the accounts I wanted to ask for help from.