#sanji reader insert

You supposed the first mistake you made was the substitutions. You didn’t have brown sugar, so you doubled the granulated sugar. You didn’t have buttermilk, but butter and milk sounded like they would do the trick. When you couldn’t get your hands on powdered sugar, you whipped up a monstrosity that definitely did not resemble powdered sugar. And the proverbial cherry on top was your less-than-ideal icing skills. 

In your defense, Sanji made it look easy. One coat. Two coats. Uh… three coats—wow, those crumbs really aren’t coming out—and you just scraped all the icing off one side and accidentally nicked the cake. Great. 

By the time you were finished, the icing had practically melted into a liquid that looked… obscene. The cake itself was lopsided from where you tried to level it and sported craters from where it had torn when you’d taken it out of the pan. You could spy little spots where the flour didn’t fully blend with the wet ingredients, leaving powdery boulders behind. Although the crumb coat—which apparently extended to each thin layer—covered up most of the aesthetic flaws. 

But as it was, there was no way you could present this disaster to Sanji—

“Oo, something smells good!”

Your body moved before you could even think. You sprang into action, bounding across the kitchen to grab the half-open door. Sanji already had a foot in the kitchen when you obstructed his path, cramming yourself between the side of the door and the frame. You could see the reflection of the crazed look in your own eyes as you stared into Sanji’s widened, surprised pupils. 

You had the look in your eyes of a culinary mad scientist, and by all means, you wouldn’t be all too surprised if that beast of a cake was gaining sentience at that current moment. 

“Hi, what are you doin’ here?” you blurted, giving Sanji a very obvious once-over. Yes, very subtle. A new genius that the field of acting had never seen before and will never see again. 

Sanji’s curled brows furrowed. His eyes flicked around your head toward the kitchen, causing you to narrow the door. 

“It’s, uh… My kitchen?” he said slowly, still trying to look inside. But his expression of confusion didn’t last long, because when his gaze flickered back to you, his face lit up with a wide grin. “Wait, did you bake?” 

Sanji tried to sidestep you, standing on his toes to peer into the kitchen. 

“Nope!” 

You tried to narrow the door again, but Sanji’s foot stopped you from closing it. 

“I want to see what you made!” 

“I made nothing!”

Sanji didn’t put up much of a fight. He was a gentleman after all, and far from bullying you out of the doorway if you didn’t want to budge. But he kept his shoe in the door all the same as he crossed his arms, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe.

“Well, nothing smells delicious, my love,” he hummed, trying to restrain his gleeful smile. His lips formed a tight line, creasing his cheeks into charming dimples. Sanji brought a hand to your jaw, swiping a speck of flour off your face. Sanji lowered his chin, his brows rising as he shot you a knowing look. “Now, why is ma petite chouquette keeping me out of my kitchen?”

He made a curt motion behind you with his head. 

Your lips parted, then closed. Your teeth clenched as your nervous eyes met Sanji’s gentle, blue ones. “It’s really bad.” 

Sanji shook his head gently. “No such thing as bad.”

You inhaled a sharp breath. “Yeah,” you said slowly. “That’s what I thought you’d say. Because I know you—” You jabbed a finger at his chest playfully, poking him a few times. —“And I could serve you hot garbage on a plate, and you’d lie to me and tell me it’s the best thing you’ve ever eaten.”

You drummed your fingers against the door.

Sanji’s brows bounced at the thought. 

“Well,” he started, seeming to ruminate on the topic. He nodded a few times with a shrug. “I’m sure anything you make would be the best thing I’ve ever had.”

“You see, that’s the problem,” you said, absentmindedly smoothing out the front of his shirt along the shoulder. “I know it’s not good. You’re going to lie to me.”

“Is it lying if I believe it?” he quickly countered. 

Your eyes flickered back up to his, only to find that closed-lipped, boyish smile on his lips again. And with a sigh, you stepped back, finally allowing the door to open. 

Sanji practically floated over to the counter, his grin widening as he grew closer to the oversized sponge on the counter. The cake was a garish color and had since produced a sinkhole in the middle. Dollops of the icing that hadn’t been absorbed into the wet heap were smeared at what seemed like random, not to mention the crusted chunks along the perimeter of the plate. 

You cringed to yourself as Sanji grabbed two forks from the utensil drawer, eyeing the abominable pastry with an excited hunger you’d never seen before. He handed one of the forks to you, and–

“Wait, you aren’t going to—”

Sanji dug the fork straight into the side of the cake, breaking off a large bite before plopping it in his mouth. You gaped, leaning over the counter as you watched the way Sanji’s face contorted intently.

His eyes widened for a moment, and then they fluttered shut. Sanji shook his head, slamming the fork down with one sharp plunk. 

“Wow!” He exclaimed, his mouth still full. Sanji swallowed, shaking his head as he immediately went in for another bite. 

“Sanji.” In a moment of panic, you snatched the plate, sliding it toward you as half of Sanji’s new bite fell off his fork. “Pretending it’s good really isn’t doing anything for my confidence—”

“But it is good!” Sanji pinched the fallen piece of cake off the counter, tilting his head back as he dropped it in his mouth. He blinked a few times as he savored the flavor, putting his cupped palm under his fork, which he extended toward you. “You have to try it.” 

You leaned back, arching away playfully, a defiant smile on your lips. “No way. My taste buds aren’t ready for that level of betrayal.”

Sanji inched closer to you until he’d backed you into the edge of the counter, a charming determination sparkling in his eyes. “You’re going to feel so much better about it if you just try it.”

You grasped his wrist, unable to stop the uncontrollable laugh that bubbled up in your chest. You couldn’t even pretend to be mad at him, looking away with pursed lips as you shook with barely contained giggles. “You’re trying to trick me into eating my own mistake!”

Sanji chuckled, leaning in as he cupped your face with his free hand, his gaze locking onto yours. “What if I told you it’s the best cake I’ve ever had?” He asked softly, his eyes lidding just enough to cover the top of his pretty blue irises. 

You smiled at him warmly as you slowly leaned in. Your grip on his lip loosened, and the fork slowly drifted away from you. Your nose touched his, a soft grin on your mouth. “I’d say you were lying,” you whispered, your lips just barely brushing his. 

“Please,” he breathed, resting his forehead against yours, his eyes glistening with sincerity. “Just one bite. I promise it’s not as bad as you think.” 

It didn’t matter how much time went by. He still made your heart race. Your cheeks were beginning to hurt from smiling as the warm, pastry-scented air softened around you.

“You’re quite the charmer.” You reached blindly for the fork, and Sanji made sure it reached your hand. He leaned back some, bracing his hands on the counter on either side of you. 

“I’m telling the truth.” His curled brows bobbed as he held your gaze. “Trust me on this one.”

You tentatively put the half bite in your mouth, and that’s where it stayed. Sanji watched you chew slowly, then swallow. He hadn’t stopped grinning. 

“Well?” He probed.

It took you a moment to decipher the flavor. It wasn’t the most amazing thing you’d ever tasted, but it also wasn’t anything you’d experienced. You tried to pin down the notes on your tones, the gears in your head turning as you tried to recall what you actually put in this cake. 

“I have no idea what I’m tasting,” you said honestly, your eyes flickering from the fork to Sanji’s glimmering eyes. 

“That, ma petite chouquette, is a culinary horse of a different color.” He beamed. You rolled your eyes. 

“Great, my baking is a horse.”

Sanji pressed his thumb against a dollop of icing before smearing it against your lower lip. You opened your mouth to complain, but your words quickly died on your tongue as Sanji pressed his lips against yours. 

“Your baking is amazing,” he muttered to you as he pulled back. “Sit on the deck with me and eat a slice?” He brushed your arm, electricity under his fingers. 

You huffed out a laugh that teased its way through your closed-lipped smile. You bumped your nose against him, hands smoothing over the front of his button-down. 

“Yes, love,” you said. 

Because how could you say no to that?

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It didn't take long after joining the Straw Hats to notice the animosity between the cook and the green-haired swordsman. Actually, it took no time - they fought throughout the whole duration of the rescue of your people from Alvida's pirates.

What you didn't notice, however, was how the fighting substancially increased after you joined.

"Yeah? Well, mouths were made for eating and speaking, mosshead, not to hold a third sword because you can't do the job with two - or gods forbid, one!" Sanji yelled, waving his knife in the air dramatically.

Zoro looked up and raised a brow, scoffing at the chef.

"At least I'm not afraid to use my hands in a fight. Scared to ruin the manicure, cook?" The swordsman replied in a teasing tone.

At this point, you were covering your ears with your hands, trying desperately to block the sound and focus on the book you were reading, but to no avail.

"Guys! Please! Can you fight somewhere else that is not a common area?"

Per your request, both men shut up, but not before mumbling some insults under their breath. Sanji resumed the dinner preparations and Zoro just left the kitchen (to sleep, you assumed).

You sighed, picked up the book and hit the opened pages against your face in frustration.

"Why are they constantly fighting? Don't they get tired? Don't you?" You asked, sliding the book back on the table and turning your head to face Nami with a desperate look, speaking in a hushed tone so Sanji wouldn't hear.

She chuckled, barely cracking a smile, and peeled her eyes off of the map she was studying.

"You know half of it is because of you, right?"

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and scoffed.

"Me? What, they didn't want me here on the crew?..." You asked, slightly sad and completely misunderstanding what the crewmate meant.

Nami rolled her eyes, as if the answer was right in front of you and you refused to see it.

"Oh Y/N, they want you alright... The issue is that the both of them want you in their room with them. And not many clothes in between, if you catch me." She explained further, raising her eyebrows as she spoke in a suggestive tone.

Your face became hot and you let out a nervous chuckle.

"What?... You're seeing things, Nami. Sanji flirts with everyone and Zoro flirts with no one. How would you even notice?"

"Oh trust me, it's noticeable. Zoro actually talks to you like a normal person and he always keeps an eye on you when we're fighting. And Sanji... the way he looks at you is completely different than anything I've seen before, I don't even know how to describe it."

"If you say so..." You say in disbelief, turning back to your book as Nami sighed.

You couldn't focus on your reading, however. Your head was full of thoughts, scenarios and 'what ifs?'. Wondering how Sanji looked at you really, how would it be to date Zoro, and, if it actually came down to it, who would you choose and how would you even do it...

On one hand, Sanji was a big sweetheart, he was dedicated and you were sure the man would do anything in his power to make you happy, but he was quite clingy and desperate. On the other hand, Zoro would go above and beyond to keep you out of harms way and to keep you by his side, but he could be quite cold and monotone...

Dinner time came and went and you were particularly mindful of the two men and how they interacted with you. And, to your surprise, you actually caught on to some things you had missed before... The both of them would sometimes steal shy glances at you, they'd make sure to brush their hand against yours when passing something around the table, they'd always jump in and ask for your opinion on a matter being discussed... You wondered if Nami was actually right... And if so, how had you missed it for so long? How were you so oblivious?...

When lights went out in the ship and you could hear Luffy's snores, you were still awake - shifting, tossing and turning in bed. Suddenly the pillow was too hot, the sheets were too stuffy and the matress was too tough.

What now? What were you supposed to do with the information? Make a move? A decision?

The day had been spent with questions roaming around in your head and even when you tried to sleep, the interrogations allowed you no rest - in the back of your mind you wished Nami hadn't told you anything...

"Fuck!" You groaned, tugging at your own hair.

You stood up, the wooden floor creaking under your feet, and decided that a cup of whatever Zoro kept in the kitchen would do the trick and lay you to sleep. You had undressed completely, hoping to release yourself from the suffocating feeling of the sheets, but you decided against going naked to the kitchen and picked up the night gown you had thrown on the ground not long ago.

The pink nightgown was made of silk, with baby pink lace appliques on the bottom and on the neckline. Honestly, it left very little to the imagination - it sat just below your asscheeks, letting them peek out when you walked, and the silk perfectly outlined your hardened nipples - but it was better than being naked, and you were too tired to care.

To your surprise, the kitchen light was on. You opened the door slightly to find Sanji playing around with some ingredients. The cook was often flirty or goofy, but his serious and concentrated face was... mesmerizing. That was the only possible word to describe it. His already big, blue eyes seemed to get bigger and shine brighter. The man's jaw was clenched in pure focus and the way he'd flip his fringe out of his face from time to time was absolutely adorable. You had never seen this façade of his, and it was interesting, hot, even.

You leaned against the doorframe as you watched him intently, completely forgetting about your thirst and need for alcohol.

When you saw him carefully place one last element with the tweezers and stand back with a proud smile on his face staring at his creation, you giggled.

The sound made the cook jump, placing a hand over his heart. His visible eye was widened as he stared at you. When Sanji realized who it was, he sighed and calmed down.

"Are you trying to kill me, pretty?" The man asked with a smile, steadying himself by placing his hands on the counter in front of him.

You step inside, closer to him, and as you do he isn't able to peel his eyes off of your exposed thighs, the way your tits bounce under the thin fabric, or the way your nipples are hard and visible.

"Sorry chef, didn't want to disturb you..." You apologised with a smile.

Sanji observed as you walked over to the fridge, each step giving him a teasing peek of your ass.

"It's alright darling, you never do disturb me." The cook managed to blurt out between thoughts of bending you over every surface and fucking you.

You take out a nameless bottle that belonged to Zoro and pour yourself a cup.

Sanji furrowed his brows, looking at the cup.

"Something's wrong, beautiful? It's usually not a good sign when people drink alone at..." the man pauses, looking at the clock "4am."

You were more than used to Sanji's nicknames, but today they seemed to mean something else. The little pet names along with his deep voice and accent made something inside your stomach twist and turn.

"I'm okay just... can't sleep. Figured some of this would do the trick since Zoro is always sleeping." You said with a chuckle.

Sanji tried to hide it, but you noticed how his smile faltered a little and how his jaw tightened ever so slightly at the mention of his apparent foe.

"Mosshead does sleep a lot." The cook agreed in a mumble.

"Why do you bicker so much?" You asked as you brought the cup up to your lips.

You leaned your side against the counter and Sanji's eyes followed the curve of your hip.

"Let's just say we have common interests." The man cheekily replied, thinking he was being enigmatic and wasn't giving away too much.

And usually you wouldn't have understood what he meant, had Nami not given you that beautiful, important piece of information that afternoon.

You chuckled and set the cup down on the counter next to you. You licked your lips as you stepped closer to the man. His body tensed slightly, but he didn't move away.

"So it's true..." You mumbled, looking at him,

"What's true, gorgeous?" He asked, hoping his blush would go unnoticed (it did not).

Your caressed his cheek with your hand and the cook couldn't help but lean into your touch.

"Nami told me something today..." Sanji placed his hand on top of yours, caressing it with his thumb, as you stepped even closer, your chests almost touching "She said that you and Zoro fight so much because you both wanted me... is this true?"

Sanji's heart was beating out of his chest and his face was on fire. The man cleared his throat, in the best attempt of not giving away his nervousness (and the overwhelming sense of lust your simple touch gave him).

"There might be a little truth to that, princess..." He said lowly, his eyes shifting between your lips and your eyes.

"I guess I should make a choice now, shouldn't I..." You said, not really asking a question, but debating with yourself.

You spent some time in a tense silence - not a word was exchanged, and not a breath was heard.

He then watched as your tits and thighs jiggled when you jumped to sit on the counter. Your slightly separated legs gave him a beautiful view of your inner thighs and he swore he could see your panties. Sanji was salivating like a dog at the sight of your body and he wanted nothing more than for you to suffocate him and ride his face, yet he awaited your response.

"What's the choice gonna be, sweetheart?" Sanji asked, as he took your stance as an invitation for him to get closer and place his hands on your thighs.

The cook tilted his head to the side every so slightly, your breaths mixing in front of you.

You gripped his shirt and pulled him closer to you, catching his lips in a passionate, animalistic kiss. You could feel his need and desperation in the exchange, which was to be expected from someone who had apparently waited so long to do this to you. What you didn't expect was the equal need you felt within yourself - you too were desperate to feel him, desperate for his touch.

Sanji definitely wasn't the quiet type - the cook wanted you to know how good you made him feel, especially when you rolled your hips against his and he felt your pussy against his hardened cock.

The man shamelessly moaned and groaned into the kiss, gripping your thighs harshly, pulling your crotch as close as possible to his.

When you pulled away from him, breathless, your lips were red and swollen.

Sanji's eyes sparkled when looking at you, and that's when you understood that you had him wrapped around your finger.

Your hand reached behind his head and, at first, you caressed his hair. But after a second you gripped his hair in your fist and gave it an experimental tug. Sanji's brows furrowed slightly and a small moan escaped past his lips.

"You like that kind of stuff?" You asked with a lustful expression.

Sanji looked away, shy and embarrassed, but gave you a small nod.

Seeing the man that oozed with confidence in each step he took crumble in front of you and become shy awoke something inside of you - you wanted to ruin him and his pretty face.

"I wanna ride your face."

Your eyes widened as well as the cook's, as you thought of that, but didn't mean to say it out loud. Before you could apologise for being too forward with your words, Sanji kissed you, a deep yet short kiss.

"I-I want that." His eyes were half lidded from lust and embarrassment, as he confessed that.

You climbed down from the counter and grabbed his hand. As you opened the door, you bent over slightly to take a peek at the hallway making sure you were alone. As you did so, your nightgown rode up your body, revealing more of your ass. Sanji couldn't help but to run his fingertips from your thighs up to your asscheeks.

"I really wanna fuck this pretty ass of yours, Y/N..." The man admitted, slapping each of your cheeks.

You turned around and gripped his collar with one hand, bringing his face closer to yours.

"I call the shots here, pretty boy, okay?" You asked soflty and pecked his lips when he agreed to follow your lead.

You grabbed his hand once more and sneakily brought him to your room, locking the door behind you. Sanji's ears perked at the sound of the lock - it made him excited, as if what you were doing was a forbidden little secret not to be found.

Sanji sat on the bed, like an animal awaiting for his owner's instructions. The cook groaned and threw his head back as he saw you dispose of your panties, giving the quickest yet sweetest view of your pussy.

You walked over to him and straddled his lap, placing your wet pussy right on top of his painfully hard cock, as you captured his lips in yet another violent kiss.

As your tongues fought and teeth clashed, your hands sneaked onto his chest and pushed him down onto the matress, never breaking the kiss, so he'd be laying down and you'd be on top of him.

Sanjis hands roamed freely on your body, mostly sticking to grabbing your ass and thighs, sneakily feeling how wet you were with the tips of your fingers.

When you pulled his hands off of his body and began lifting yourself up, Sanji felt a shiver run down his spine out of excitement, and he watched as you straddled his head, each thigh on each side, giving him a perfect view of your pussy. His eyebrows furrowed and he moaned at the sight - the man was sure he was going to cum from looking at it alone.

You hovered over his face, making sure he could reach your pussy.

"Oh no princess, no hovering."

Before you complain, Sanji's hands gripped your ass and forced your pussy down onto his face. You instantly let out a mewl and gripped his hair as your hips moved to an almost rhytmic pace.

Sanji moaned from your sweet taste and from the not-so-subtle hair tugs. His mouth ate you out like he was a professional and a starving man.

"S-shit Sanji- keep this up and I won't last much longer..." You said, breathlessly, earning only a moan in return.

The vibrations and the small sucking and biting Sanji sneaked in while eating you out drove you insane, and he knew to keep doing it from the way you moaned louder and gripped his hair tighter.

Your hips' rhytm sped up and you could feel your orgasm coming- it was too good for you to be able to last longer. Just as it was about to hit you, however, you wondered how good his cock would fuck you compared to the efficiency of his tongue and pulled yourself off of him. Your thighs were weak after almost cumming, but you managed to pull yourself off.

Sanji's face was glistening, no doubt a mix of your juices and his spit, and he watched through lustful eyes as you sat on his clothed cock once more and wrapped your hand arounnd his neck, bringing his face closer to yours.

You kissed him, tasting yourself on his tongue, while your hands unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it off of him. You then kissed Sanji's neck and down his torso, feeling his muscles tense under the hand that trailed down his body.

You kneeled between his legs and slowly removed his pants and underwear. The cook's cock slapped against his abdomen, his tip red and swollen, leaking with precum. You could swear you were salivating at the sight of his cock.

Just as your hand gripped the base of his dick and your mouth opened, Sanji's hand grabbed your chin, makikng you look up at him.

"Please... Please don't." The man pleaded breathlessly "I'm- I'm gonna cum in your mouth the second you suck me off princess..."

You chuckled and bit your lip, rising up to your feet as you removed the skimpy nightgown.

"Fuck..." Sanji groaned at the sight of your body.

You allowed him to caress your hips while you sat back on his lap, straddling the man as his cock pressed against your folds.

You pressed your lips against his, slowly rising up and grabbing his cock. You placed it on your entrance and sank down on his dick gently. Sanji's mouth fell agape mid-kiss, and his eyes didn't open but his brows furrowed and a desperate moan left his lips.

The way his hands gripped your ass reminded you that he was still touching you, and that couldn't be - you liked to see him desperate and begging.

"From now on," You said, removing his hands from your body and gripping his shoulders for stability "no touching me. I want to fuck myself on you, I want to use you."

Sanji didn't care who heard, he only wanted you to know how good you made him feel. As he heard that sentence, the man groaned loudly and gripped the sheets - a mix of frustration from not being able to touch you, and pleasure, from the way his cock disappeared inside of you.

"You feel so fucking good." Sanji admitted, mouth agape and eyes fixated on the way your tits bounced in front of his face.

"S-shit- You fill me up so well Sanji."

The way you moaned his name was music to his ears. Sanji's moans and groans grew louder and more lewd, as his knuckles turned white from the force with which he gripped the sheets.

"Y/N I- I can't hold on much longer-"

Luckily for him, you had previously edged yourself on his mouth, so you were on the same page on that front.

"Yeah baby? Like it when I fuck myself on you? When I use you?" You whispered in his ear.

"I love it when you use me- shit! Please, please let me touch you, please!" He begged in the hottest whine you'd ever heard.

"T-touch me, baby-"

Sanji's hands immediately flew to your ass, grabbing and slapping it as his lips bit and sucked on your neck. Your nails dug into the flesh of his shoulders as you felt your climax approach once more.

When you felt his cock twitch inside of you, you grabbed his face and smashed your lips together, effectively shutting up your cries and moans as he filled you up and you came on his cock.

You rode out your orgasm, feeling his dick soften inside of you. You pulled away from his lips as the cook helped you lift yourself up and off his cock. You both watched in awe as his cum dripped from your cunt.

You sighed and buried your face on the crook of his neck.

"You don't get to act shy now, gorgeous." Sanji joked, one hand caressing the small of your back and the other caressing your hair.

"I'm not shy! Just... tired..." You lied, not knowing that you even had it in you to do what you had done to Sanji just then.

Sanji picked you up and laid you on the bed slowly, as if you'd break if he was too rough with you, and spooned you from behind.

"Let's rest then, beautiful..."

You turned around to face him.

"Hey... Sanji?"

The man peeled his eyes open, and a small 'hm?' left his lips.

"Do you think they heard us?" You asked in a whisper, as if telling him a secret, earning a tired smile from him.

A City of Almosts

Los Angeles in the summer is cruel in its beauty—neon lights against lavender skies, sun-baked streets littered with dreams that almost came true. You’d been in the city for two years. Just long enough to know how many times a heart can break without making a sound.

Auditions blurred into each other. Same lines. Same fake smiles. “We’ll call you.” But they never did.

That night, your dance bag was cutting into your shoulder. Rehearsal had run late. A casting director told you your hair was “too distracting.” You hadn’t eaten in twelve hours, and your ankle was starting to swell. Still, you walked instead of calling a car. You liked walking at golden hour. It was the one time the city pretended it was kind.

That’s when you saw Le Bleu—a little place wedged between a record store and a vintage suit shop. The sign flickered in cursive: Jazz. Wine. Food. You followed the music in like a sleepwalker.

It smelled like home, though you weren’t sure what “home” was anymore. Lavender smoke. Garlic in butter. Saffron and something sweet, like pears soaked in red wine. The pianist nodded as you walked by.

And then there was him.

He stood in the open kitchen like he owned the night. Blond hair tucked back, cigarette dangling from his lips, his shirt rolled up at the forearms as he plated something delicate and impossibly beautiful.

He caught your eye. One visible eye, a piercing blue that held you like a spotlight.

“You look like you just got dumped” he said, barely looking away from his work.

You blinked. “Is that how you greet all your customers?”

He finally turned. A lazy, crooked smile. “Only the ones who come in looking like they ran away from something important.”

You slid onto a barstool at the counter. “If you must know, I just didn’t get a part.”

“Ah” he said, theatrically solemn. “A tragedy.”

“You don’t even know what I do.”

He leaned in slightly, cigarette smoke curling around him like a secret. “You’re a dancer. Feet say everything.”

You looked down at your worn-in ballet flats, at the ribbon slipping out of your bag.

“I’m Sanji” he added, offering his hand. It was warm and calloused. “Let me make you something to forget the rejection.”

You should have walked away. You should have said no.

Instead, you stayed. For the food. For the music. For him.

—

—

You came back. Again, and again. Sometimes after auditions. Sometimes after rejections. Sometimes just to feel the way he looked at you when you walked in—like you were a poem he wanted to memorize.

You learned that Sanji had trained in Europe—classical French cuisine—but got kicked out of more kitchens than he’d worked in. “Too emotional” he said. “Too many opinions. Too many cigarettes.”

He talked about opening a restaurant that didn’t play by the rules. A place where jazz would drift in through the walls and every dish was personal.

You told him about your dream: to perform at the Palais Garnier in Paris. Ballet had been your first love—before you even knew how to want anything else. You wanted to be more than another pretty girl in a leotard. You wanted to matter.

He listened. He always listened.

“Come here” he said one night, dragging you into the alley behind the restaurant. The light above the door buzzed.

“I’m not dancing in a trash alley.”

“You’re not dancing. You’re existing.”

He pulled out his phone, played “My Funny Valentine”, and held out a hand. You took it, reluctantly.

He didn’t dance well. But he moved like he meant it.

And you laughed.

It was the first time in months you didn’t feel like you were auditioning for your own life.

—

—

You started dancing to his records in the quiet moments before dinner service. He cooked for you—real meals, not the instant noodles you were used to. Duck confit. Ratatouille. Tiramisu with orange zest.

Sometimes, after closing, he’d smoke on the roof of your apartment while you stretched beside him, your hair tied up, your body aching in the best way.

He kissed you for the first time after a rainstorm. You were soaked, your blouse clinging to your skin, laughing over something stupid. He looked at you like you were fire. You kissed him back like you needed oxygen.

You were in love.

But so were you both—with your dreams.

—

The Paris callback came on a Wednesday. You had three months to prepare.

Sanji didn’t blink.

“You’re going to go” he said, passing you a dish like it was the most normal thing in the world. “You’re going to dance your heart out. And you’re going to make it.”

“You say that like it doesn’t matter” you whispered.

He was quiet for a moment. “It matters more than anything. But so does your dream. If we don’t chase them, we’ll hate each other for it.”

You said nothing.

He kissed your forehead that night instead of your mouth.

You didn’t sleep.

—

—

The weeks blurred into rehearsals and late dinners. Sanji was always there—but less like a lover and more like a shadow. Quiet. Distant.

He got an offer. Investors. Enough to start his dream restaurant. A sleek space near Sunset. He didn’t tell you for a week.

“I didn’t want to make you choose” he admitted one night, pouring wine into two chipped glasses. “But I didn’t want to pretend it wasn’t happening either.”

You looked at him across the table. Two people who had built a rhythm. A life. A future.

But not the same one.

“I don’t want to say goodbye” you said.

“I know.”

“We could try long distance. Flights. Letters.”

He smiled, the kind of smile that breaks instead of bends. “Yeah. Maybe we will.”

—

Five years later.

The stage lights feel foreign now. You’ve danced in Paris, London, Tokyo. The Palais Garnier became your second skin. But LA still holds a piece of you.

You’re back for a brief break, and someone tells you about a place. A restaurant hidden behind a jazz club. No menu. No reservations. Just experience.

You go.

You don’t know what you expect. But the moment you walk in, you feel it. The saffron. The smoke. The sound of a piano.

And there he is.

Behind the counter, dressed in black. Still tall. Still golden. Still Sanji.

He looks up. Sees you.

Something shifts behind his eyes. Surprise. Warmth. Bittersweet memory.

You don’t say anything. You just sit.

He sends out a plate—risotto with truffle and lemon. Just how you used to like it.

You raise your glass slightly.

He smiles. Doesn’t wave. Just watches. Like he always did.

The band starts playing. A familiar melody—slow, swaying, full of longing.

“What could have been, if only…”

You imagine dancing again. With him. A rooftop. A record player. His hands on your waist. Your laughter in his mouth.

But the dance ends. The food cools. The spell breaks.

You leave before dessert.

Behind you, the door chimes softly.

He doesn’t follow.

And neither do you.

—

You made it.

So did he.

Just not together.

But for a moment—brief, golden, infinite—you had everything.

And in a city of almosts, that’s more than most ever get.

The Sunny rocked in the gentle evening breeze, the sun retreated behind the horizon. Purple and orange hues stretched across the galley. A book laid heavy in your lap as you relaxed with the remnants of the crew after dinner. You had means to finish a chapter before you wound down. But, the rare, sweet peace made your body feel like lead. The soothing song of clinking dishes, muffled snoring, and soft scribbling filled the space with a cozy air. Since you joined the merry-band of pirates, you quickly learned that times of silence were few and far between. You wouldn’t dare disturb it. 

Nami hunched over her logbook next to you, charting a map with fervor. On the other side, Luffy rested on your shoulder. Food crumbs were scattered across his drooling mouth as he slept. Across the way, Sanji hummed a soft tune as he flitted around the room. The song pulled you in and with each note, you found yourself lost in thought, rereading the same words over again. 

From the corner of your eye, you felt the cook’s lingering gaze on you. Not that it bothered you; it gave you another reason to abandon your book. You both were playing a silent game 一 a game you had been playing for weeks. A game he was failing miserably at. 

Your eyes lock again for a moment, the darkened cerulean meeting yours with uncertain curiosity. 

You raised a playful brow, letting your eyes wander. His neck and jaw tightened, a splatter of red rising to his ears as his adam’s apple wavered in his throat. His tune faltered, and he quickly glanced away, fumbling with the cutlery he had in hand. You feel a chill run down your spine, trying to quell the trail of goosebumps on your arm. 

Nami let out a groan, looking at the porthole behind you. The wind rattled against the glass, and Luffy stirred, pressing closer to you for warmth.

"We're getting close to a winter island,” she announced, tapping her pen to the journal. "Expect snow in the morning."

 “Snow?” you felt your heart flip in your chest, excitement rising in your voice. “Like a lot of it?”

“...That’s right,” Nami smiled, pushing her glasses up the brim of her nose. “Should’ve remembered snow isn’t common for you.”

“Does frosted grass count?” you offer sheepishly.

Sanji chuckle grabbed your attention as he approached with a folded blanket tucked beneath his arm.

 “Here, you’ll be needing this, then,” He hands the soft fleece to you and you reach out, gentle fingers brushing yours. It was a quick, unassuming exchange. You stare at the crisp white linen of his shirt ruffled at the cuff, straining under his toned arm. 

 “I would hate to see you catch a chill,” He looks up at the ceiling, avoiding your eyes. He cleared his throat and whipped around, busying himself again. You mumble a weak ‘thank you’, ignoring how your fingers still burn from the feathered touch. You shimmy the warm fleece over you and Luffy’s shoulder. It smelled like smoked tobacco and vanilla extract, and you pushed the urge down to bury your nose in the fabric.

He turned to an unimpressed Nami. “Guessing soup or stew for tomorrow?” 

“Soup?” Your insatiable Captain groans in his sleep, a dazed smile playing on his drooling lips. 

Nami scoffed, rolling her eyes. A pen flies through the air and hits Luffy square between the eyes.

“Ow..! What was that for?” He croaked blearily,  rubbing his head.

“All you ever think about is food, I bet you were dreaming about it too.” She chides, closing her journal with a soft thud, collecting her things. “Come on, time for bed. Tell the others about the snow.”

“It’s snowing?!” Luffy boomed, soaring up, wide-eyed with joy. The blanket fell off your once-taken shoulder.

“Not now, later.” Nami re-iterated with annoyance. “Come on,”

“Night, you two,” “G’Night guys!”

And with that, the galleyway soon was draped in another tranquil silence. With how cold the temperature was dropping, you wouldn’t have been surprised if it was snowing right now. You pull the blanket towards you closer, brain racing with the promises of a new experience tomorrow. You had joined the straw hats out of desperation for adventure, to see the world for more than what your tropical island could offer. Now, it felt like it was finally paying off.

“Excited?” Sanji’s voice jerked you out of your thoughts. You look up, watching him polish spoons like second nature, blonde hair falling like golden silk in front of his eyes. 

“Uh- yeah, ” You mumbled into the fleece, burying yourself further. “I guess you say that,”

“Come on,” He throws the towel over his shoulder, voice low and teasing, “ indulge me, sweetheart.” 

Ignoring the way your stomach flips at the deep rumble of his voice, you give in. 

“I dunno, it’s just,” You admit, shifting in your seat, “There’s only so much reading you can do before you wonder what it would be, ya’know?” You stare down at the forgotten book, closing it and placing it on the table.

“I think I get what you mean,” The tenderness in his voice caught you off guard as he continued. “-beauty like that you can only witness in person, no words would do it justice,” When you meet his kind gaze again, your mind goes blank, and you have to remember how to breathe.

“S-so true,” You cleared your throat, mouth impossibly dry. “Well, u-uh, let me get ready for bed, I want to be the first one up!” You jumped up, the blanket forgotten on the bench as the pen in your lap clattered to the ground. You scuttled quickly out the galley way with a rushed ‘good night!’, leaving Sanji as the last one standing. 

Sanji blinked, and sighed, staring at the door where you had left. His shoulders drooped low at the brief, sweet moment. He fished in his pocket for a cigarette, shaking his head.  He lit the cigarette and watched hot smoke curl in the cool air. He lets his mind wander to the promise of tomorrow, the promise of seeing you again. 

“Goodnight, Princess.” He murmured out to the empty room. 

-

That chilly night you tossed and turned. Even as your body thrummed with hot adrenaline, you shivered. As much as you tried to bundle yourself deeper into your blankets, the cold seeped into your bones. Your nose and cheeks burned from the chill. You stared out the porthole, watching the clear black of night until you drifted off to sleep.

-

You wake up with a start. Bright white light shines in, and you look over at the others, who are still fast asleep. Nami’s soft snores and Robin’s even breathing are muffled by their blankets. You slowly peel the covers away, hissing at the cold that bites your skin. Excited breaths plume in the air like smoke, as you tip-toe slowly out the room. Opening the door, the sight blows you away, air escaping your lungs. You didn’t think it would be this magnificent. Soft snow covered the tops of everything in a thick layer of bright white made you squint. The rising sun shot gorgeous rays of yellow across the falling snow, sparkling in the morning light. 

An icy blast of cool wet air brushes past your legs and feet, and you quickly shut the door to not disturb the women sleeping. Your barren feet take their first steps onto the deck, and you barely can contain your excitement with each skip you take down towards mens quarters, you couldn’t be the only person to witness this. Thinking back to your conversation with Sanji last night, heat fills your body even as your toes begin to turn numb.

 Fresh footprints lead you to the door, and you quickly slip inside. enveloped in a loud chorus of groans and snores. You scan the room as your feet heat up on the solid wood. You tiptoed over Zoro and Chopper who huddled for warmth. Past Usopp and Luffy’s hammock, you looked for a tuft of blonde hair with no luck. You cursed under your breath. He must be up already, you thought. You turn behind, looking at your sleeping Captain. 

Guess he would do. You poke at his cheek softly.

“Pstt.. Luffy..” He groaned, swatting your finger away and turned over. You shake him this time, watching his head jostle around. “wake up, it's snowing, come o-” 

“SNOW?!” His eyes shoot open, screaming at the top of his lungs. The rest of the cabin jumped up with a bewildered confusion. Before you could apologize, Luffy was grabbing Usopp by the nose and you by the wrist, pulling you out onto the deck.

-

You screamed as you skipped around the deck. The snow crunched under your feet, the frigid air biting your exposed skin as soaked in the new sensation. You squeal as you flounce around,the fresh snow upturned by each step.  

-

Sanji watched from the doorway curiously, and he couldn’t help the cheesy smile stretching his face. God, you were gorgeous like this, He thought. He watched you play in the snow with wonderment, Luffy and Usopp’s cheers muffled in the background. How could he deny himself with the pleasure of watching you? You were like a dream, something he was convinced he conjured in his brain to torture himself with. 

All night, he was awake, picturing your first moments in the winter, how you would glow against the snow. How the snowflakes would fall on your eyelashes, begging him to swipe them away.  He imagined would be able to provide you with warmth after a day of reliving your childhood anyway you needed him to, if you willed it. These thoughts plagued him well into the night, till the sun threatened to peek over the horizon as he watched out the port hole as it began to fog over with frost, too late into the morning to fall asleep. He rubbed his tired eyes, the sight of you absolutely vibrant with joy fueling his exhausted and needy heart. 

Even with his answered prayers, he couldn’t help but worry about your lack of clothes. Where the hell were your coat and shoes? He worried on his bottom lip, glancing at the ice bitten soles of your feet, trying to keep his eyes away from the way your shirt rode up with every leap forward.

 Had he been careless? He felt responsible for your lack of winter preparedness. His brows furled in worry as he watched you slip onto your back. 

His stomach dropped. He vaulted over the railing, dress shoes sinking into the frigid snow. With each determined flounce towards you, his socks became sodden with cold water.

 “You alright, gorgeous? Where’s your coat and shoes?” He flits above you nervously, his shallow breaths fogging in the crisp winter air. 

“You’ll freeze solid in this weathe-” He was cut off by your floaty laughter, his heart seized and banged rapidly against his ribs. 

“This is so much fun,” You laughed, arms outstretched as you made snow angels below him, beaming with happiness. “Join me Sanji!”

His brain was short-circuiting as he stood there with his mouth agape. Everything in his body wanted to get him into the snow next to you, to bury his hands into your side and roll around in the fluff, but looking at your bright red palms made him stop.

 “No, We need to get ready first, up you go,” He holds out a hand, and you whine in protest, but begrudgingly take his hand. He hisses at the soft cold hand, clasping it gently as he pulls you up. 

“Your hands are so cold...” He murmured. Without thought, he rubs your fingers softly in his hand, his curly eyebrows furrowing. A chill runs through your spine, but you feel like you're sweating at the soft touch. 

He slowly brings life back into your fingers as you stare in silence.His other hand catches yours and he cupped them gently, bringing them to his chapped, pink lips. They form into a soft ‘o’ as he exhales balmy, heavy breaths into your trembling fingers. Even with the winter that surrounded you, you were going to melt into the deck of the Sunny if he continued. You squeeze your eyes shut and look away. It was all too much. 

You squirm under the touch, but don’t pull away. “You don’t have to do that.”

“Yes I do,” He shakes his head, cheeks dusting pink, “Wouldn’t want any of these pretty fingers to freeze and fall off, right?” You don’t respond, staring at your feet. He always had a way with words that left you speechless. His gaze follows your, smacking his teeth. 

“You’re killing me,” He sighed, before dropping your hands, “Up you go,” With a swift movement, your frozen feet are swept off the ground. You let out a small noise of protest, but quickly wrapped your arms around his neck. 

“But the others-” 

“-Are complete idiots. You can come back out here later when you have appropriate winter clothes.” He made quick, determined strides towards the galley door swinging it open. Sweltering heat embraced you as he placed you on the bench, the smell of tomato and garlic wafting in the air. 

“Let's warm up and dry off first. I’ll make you hot chocolate, too.” He rambled, clasping his hands together as he scanned the room, “Or would you rather have cider? You think on that,  I’ll be back in one minute, my little snow angel.”

As quick as he leaves, he’s back again, shutting the frigid air out. “I brought a towel, a change of clothes, and a spare coat. Nami picked them out, don’t worry, I didn’t want-” 

“Someone’s mothering me right now,” You finally cut him off.

You watch his windburned face twist in embarrassment. “Someone has to, don't they?”

“And that someone should be you?” You tease with no bite in your words, but shift uncomfortably in your seat. The more you warmed up, the more you were hyperaware how your soaked t-shirt clung to your back, dripping onto your legs. 

You weren’t the only one who had notice, when a towel was shoved quickly in front of your face. Sanji’s eyes glued to the ceiling. You take it, wiping and patting yourself dry from the melted snow. 

what a weird way to end a fic ik i suck for it, but I got pretty uninspired there at the end. I have so many ideas but I suck at the romance sometimes. I used to rp a lot eons ago when I was a teenager and am just really trying to gain confidence in my writing again after that trauma, iykyk LMAO

I dunno if i’ll come back to edit this or finish my idea. Let me know if you liked it though!

Neither of you made any further moves, nor did anyone speak up. You felt some type of awkwardness creep in, as you opened your mouth to say something just to fill the silence. Nothing more than a stutter left your lips though, as you couldn’t find the right words to say. 

‘Thank you for all the orgasms?’ No- horrible idea. That made it sound as if it was a service, almost. ‘That was really good?’ Well you had said that already in the heat of the moment, before your first break, when you initially thought it was over. 

Maybe you should just- 

Your train of thoughts got interrupted by Sanji shifting again, stubbing out his cigarette and putting it to the side. Then he cleared his throat, finally speaking up, and immediately diffusing the tension that had slowly been building up. 

“I’m awful at pillow talk, so… can I interest you in some food?”

You chuckled in response, feeling a little lighter with the awkward atmosphere dissipating. You sat up, leaning over towards him sitting on the edge of the bed, and pressed a kiss to his exposed shoulder.

“That sounds amazing”

When you got with Sanji after months at sea you wondered if his obsession with women was to cover up the fact that he wasn't particularly good in bed. If he wasn't that wouldn't make you stop loving him. But you often wondered.

 “You've never had sex?” You asked as you sat on the inn bed with your legs crossed. You watched Sanji look away and scratch the back of his neck.

He exhaled smoke before he took the cigarette out of his mouth and put it out at the night stand. He crossed his legs too and rested his elbows on his thighs. “Well, yeah.” He swallowed, “I've never had sex.”

You raised an eyebrow, “Mr. Womanizer has never had sex, huh?”

He looked away and out the window beside the bed, “You don't need to rub it in. Prior to the Straw Hats it wasn't like I had much time to sleep with someone. Plus like the Thousand Sunny, the Baratie isn't known to have much privacy. I'm pretty sure if I had a girl in my room, the old man would come in and beat me with a pan.” He looked back to you, “Then Luffy happened and I had even less time to sleep with someone. So, no, I've never had sex.” 

You giggled and leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips, “I don't mind.” You grazed a hand down his chest then grabbed him by the tie to pull him into a rougher kiss.

Sanji moaned into the kiss and grabbed the back of your head. The blond was a professional at kissing, he even joked he was good with his tongue as well. But that was something you had to test. 

When you pulled away, you kept a hand on his tie before you smiled at him, “I guess I have a lot to teach you. There's many ways to pleasure a woman.” You giggled once more, feeling flustered as well, “And since we have a few days off the ship, I guess we should get started.” 

He looked at you dumb-struck, he couldn't believe this was happening. He knew that eventually you two would have sex, but sleeping in dorms and with Sanji asleep in a hammock, it didn't provide optimal times to do the act. 

But you were right, a few days off the ship and in a shared room allowed you to teach him a thing or two about sex. The thought excited him which led him to pulling you back into another heated kiss. 

  ”How does that sound, blondey?“ You smirked close to his lips before you went in for another kiss. You changed your position so you could get closer to him. Soon your hands went for his tie, you yanked it loose and threw it to the floor. 

  ”Oh, please.“ He moaned as he got his suit jacket off. Soon after you both collapsed into bed together, Sanji's hands tried to reach for the back of your dress but you beat him to it. 

You kicked off the garment and worked on getting Sanji undressed. You groaned out of frustration into the kiss, why did he have to wear so many damn layers? 

His eyes lingered to your breasts and his cheeks grew red. He had seen you nude a few times by accident, but never this close. He swallowed before his eyes met with you once more, ”Wow.“

You chuckled, ”You're too funny, Sanji. Now stop staring at my breasts and get these damn clothes off. I want to see my partner.“ You undid the buttons of his dress shirt and soon it was on the floor. 

He undid your bra and pulled down your panties to your knees, which you then got off and onto the floor. You kissed once more as he hastily got his belt off and tried to get his pants off while he was locked in such a hot kiss. 

He thanked every deity out there that you two were sharing a room together. 

You gave him room to get his pants and briefs off before he was left completely nude. His chest was rising and falling as his heart hammered in his chest. This was beyond belief. 

  ”Since we don't have any condoms, we can't go full on just yet. But I have something else in mind.“ You winked. Now that you were both nude, you got on top of him with your face in front of his cock, ”I want to see how much you know.“ 

You started to suck his cock and he moaned loudly. It was so loud that it sounded like a whine. He grabbed your ass and started to lick at your pussy. He was hesitant at first as this was the first time he had ever done something like that. 

But soon he took quite well to it. He mostly focused on your clit, the sensation made your toes curl near his head. You held onto the bed under you for support as you deep-throated him. It took a moment before you were able to relax your throat enough to take all of him. 

He was rather impressive in size, if it currently wasn't down your throat you would've asked him how he was able to carry it around all day. You were mindful of your teeth and continued to move your mouth and tongue up and down his cock. 

His noises were muffled by the fact that your pussy was in his face. He could feel your wetness covering down to his chin. He soaked his facial hair as he continued to lick. He dug his hands into the meat of your ass as he felt pleasure course through his body. You were good at this. 

Perhaps too good because soon Sanji was taken off guard and came down your throat. His noises were whiny as he finished. You were almost flattered that he came so fast, you understood why he did. It was the first time he had ever gotten a blow job.

  ”Fuck.“ He groaned with your pussy covering his mouth. 

He couldn't believe the pleasure, it was nothing like masturbation. The orgasm was so intense that his mind went blank for a moment. When he came back, he realized he wasn't licking at your clit anymore. 

He started once more but soon you got off of him and sat to the edge of the bed. Your chest was sharply rising and falling and he watched you lick at the corner of your mouth to remove leftover cum that dripped out of your mouth. 

  ”Wow.“ He said still out of breath. 

  ”Now c'mere, Sanji. Get in front of me and I'll show you how to really pleasure a woman orally.“ You smiled to yourself as you watched him kick his legs up as he got off the bed. Soon he was in between your legs with a blush on his face.

His pupils seemed bigger out of lust as he stared up at you. You took him by the head and brought him once more between your legs. He held onto your thighs to keep them open for him. 

  ”You're too sloppy, Black Leg.“ You smiled as you gripped his blond locks as he started to lap at your swollen clit, “You need a rhythm, a steady pace will make me cum.” 

He got a little too excited and grabbed you by your bottom and lifted your bottom half up to get his mouth more on your sweet cunt. He caused you to drop your back onto the bed as he tried to get the best angle to pleasure you. 

  “”Shit.“ You moaned, ”Ah, Ah, Sanji. Oh, oh!“ You gasped as you gripped the bed under you as he just went to town on you. There was little resistance you were putting up, at this angle he had better control of orally pleasuring you. 

  ”That feels good.“ He groaned as he hooked your legs over his shoulders and let you squeeze his head. Giving you pleasure aroused him greatly as he felt his cock twitch as he devoured you.

You were like nothing else he had ever had before. You were the finest, more delectable fruit he could ever gorge himself on. He groaned and continued to eat you like a fine dinner.  He gazed at you from between your legs and you could feel the smirk that had formed on his lips. 

  ”Sanji.“

  ”I like how you say my name.“ He said and kissed your inner thigh before he went back to licking at you with long broad strokes that were building up to an orgasm. There was nothing else quite like it. The feeling was addictive, he could only imagine what having penetrative sex with you would be like.

You did have a lot to teach him after all. 

You were left a moaning mess as he continued. Your noises were like a symphony to his ears. He wanted to hear you making those noises for the rest of his life. He loved you, he showed it every day. He couldn't get enough out of you. 

  ”Oh, fuck, That's it.“ You moaned as you gripped the soft blue covers of the bed under your back. Your back arched off of the bed and he smirked between your thighs. You looked amazing as this moaning mess. You were supposed to be his teacher but it felt like he was passing with flying colors.

Your eyes squeezed shut for a moment when he grazed your clit with his front teeth. You yelped, ”Yes, yes, like that. You found it, oh fuck Sanji!“

He was starting to feel more confident pleasuring you orally. He mixed his teeth in with the licks to your clit. He switched it up but kept it the same pace. Each time his front teeth grazed your clit, your body jumped from the pleasure. Which in turn made him want to do it even more.

  ”Perfect.' He said, his cock bobbed and brushed against the bed as he held you up to get the perfect angle to pleasure you with his mouth. He was encouraged by your moans that seemed to grow ever louder as you approached orgasm.

He was very pleased with himself for doing so well the first time. Maybe he did have some hidden talent to give oral sex.The thought made him chuckle to himself as he gazed at you. His keen eyes kept a good look on your reactions to his pleasure. If he knew he could do this to you, he would've requested time off the ship earlier. 

He gripped your ass and closed his eyes to get into the motions as he could guess that you were soon going to climax. He was going to make sure that his beloved, beautiful girlfriend was going to get the best orgasm of her life. 

  “You're addicting, Sanji.” You moaned as you watched his mouth work on your pussy. You felt hot all over as you knew soon you'd be climaxing on his mouth. He looked in his element between your legs. For a moment you were second guessing if he was lying about being a virgin. Or maybe he was just being responsive to your noises. 

He was a very good student. 

You whined as he touched your clit with his tongue. You had to remind yourself next time to tell him about using his fingers and mouth. If he was this good with mouth alone you could only imagine what adding those long fingers would do.

  “Sanji.”

  “That's it.” He replied, his face was still flushed and his cock was at full attention. He could see the rise and fall of your chest as you panted. You were feeling good. 

Soon like a strike of lightning, pleasure came over you and you squeezed your thighs around his head and climaxed with a sharp gasp. You gripped the covers as the euphoria hit you like a ton of bricks.

Then you dropped onto the bed in a limp heat. Your brain felt blank for a moment as you felt the aftershocks of pleasure. You eventually groaned, “Holy shit.” 

Sanji grinned, his chin rested on top of your pussy. His mouth was red and slick but he looked pleased with himself, “How was that?” He seemed so proud. 

  “Amazing.“ You panted, "Are you sure-”

  “Never, only you.” He put your legs back down to the floor and they wobbled as you tried to sit up. He wiped his mouth on his arm and he sat beside you on the bed, “Relax.” He kissed the side of your head, “Take it easy.”

You swallowed, “Okay.“ and then fully got onto the bed and laid there on top of the covers to relax. Your mind was a buzz. 

  ”I can't wait for you to teach me more.” He smiled, “Do you think we can go for another lesson before the others wonder where we've been?“