#sub sanji

The scent of tobacco and spice still lingered in the air from Sanji’s post-dinner cigarette, the last embers of the day fading as the Thousand Sunny gently rocked under the moonlight. Most of the crew had turned in for the night, but you and Sanji were tangled together on his bed in the small, warm galley room he called his own.

This wasn’t new. Being lovers had become as natural as breathing for you both. The way he kissed you, whispered devotion into your skin, held you like the only thing worth holding, Sanji loved like a man who had waited a lifetime for it.

But tonight… tonight was different.

There was no foil wrapper between you. No pause, no rustling of packaging. Just skin. His to yours.

His body hovered above yours, golden hair shadowing those sea-blue eyes. You could feel every inch of him, heat and muscle trembling slightly as he rubbed the thick head of his cock between your folds soaked and eager, waiting. But he hadn’t pushed in yet. Not fully.

"Are you sure about this, ma chérie?" he whispered, voice rough, almost pained. His hand cupped your cheek. "We always, fuck- we always use something."

You wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him closer. “I’m sure, Sanji. I want to feel all of you.”

He groaned, forehead pressing to yours. "You're gonna be the death of me."

Then he sank in.

Slowly. Carefully. Inch by inch. No barrier. No latex. Just him, hot, thick, and bare inside you for the first time.

Sanji shuddered. You watched his expression twist into something feral, almost tortured pleasure.

“Fuck- ” he hissed through gritted teeth. “You feel… shit, baby, you feel unreal.”

His hips stilled once he was fully inside, deep enough that you felt the dull, beautiful ache of being filled to the brim. His arms trembled as he held himself over you, visibly struggling to stay in control.

You kissed him soft, slow hoping to help him breathe through it.

"You okay?" you whispered.

His head dropped to your shoulder. "No," he admitted, voice muffled. "You’re too tight, too warm, I can't- fuck, I’m trying to last, I really am, but shit, this is- "

You squeezed around him experimentally and he growled, biting into the skin of your neck just to ground himself.

"Don’t do that," he warned, breath hot against your throat. "You’ll make me come right now."

“But you feel so good like this,” you whispered, cupping his jaw to bring his face up again. “It’s okay if you don’t last. It’s our first time like this. I just want you.”

His eyes softened, deep, dark ocean blue, swirling with emotion and pure, unfiltered lust.

"Mon amour," he said lowly, rolling his hips in a slow, deep thrust. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

He started moving, slow at first, like he was savoring you, trying to memorize every part of the feeling. You gasped as he hit that spot inside you again and again, each thrust making your back arch and your fingers curl into his shoulders.

But you could tell he was fighting a losing battle.

His movements started getting erratic. His breathing ragged. He was biting his lip so hard it was nearly white.

“Shit, I’m not gonna, fuckp I’m not gonna last,” he groaned, hips snapping harder now, faster, chasing that edge. “You feel too fucking good, baby, I’m gonna- merde!”

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close, pressing your mouth to his ear.

“It’s okay. Come inside me. I want to feel it.”

That was it. That broke him.

With a strangled cry of your name, Sanji buried himself deep, holding still as his whole body shook. You felt him twitch and pulse inside you, hot and thick, filling you up in slow, overwhelming waves.

He didn’t pull out right away.

He collapsed over you, forehead pressed to your collarbone, breathing like he’d just run a marathon. You ran your fingers through his hair, feeling the faint sweat dampening the strands.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered, voice raw, almost reverent. “That was… shit, that was something else.”

You kissed the crown of his head. “Yeah. It really was.”

He slowly pulled out of you, and you both winced at the oversensitive drag. You felt him drip out of you, his release hot between your thighs, but neither of you moved to clean up right away.

Sanji propped himself up on one elbow, gently stroking your hair back from your face.

"I’ll be better next time," he said, smiling sheepishly. "Swear , I’ll last longer than two minutes."

You laughed softly. “It was perfect.”

His gaze turned serious again.

“I love you,” he said. “With or without anything between us. But this… this felt like something deeper. Like I wasn’t just inside your body. I was inside you.”

You reached up to touch his cheek, heart swelling.

“I felt it too.”

He leaned in, kissing you softly, slowly, like a promise.

No barriers. No protection. No holding back.

Just Sanji.

Just love.

♡♡♡

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.

comments and rbs greatly appreciated <3

Later that week, Sanji planned a date night for the two of you. Requesting you to wear his favorite dress, he wanted to prepare a gourmet 4 course meal and extravagant dessert. Only the best for the two of you. He called in a favor with Robin to help distract Luffy because surely the wonderful smells wafting out of the kitchen all day would lure him. Sanji asked you to arrive promptly at 7:00pm. You threw on his favorite dress- a skin tight bodycon cut that left little to the imagination, your favorite heels and got absolutely dolled up for the evening.

You always loved the date nights Sanji planned. They were always so romantic and he always made you feel so special. But tonight, you decided you wouldn't let him spoil you the way the nights usually ended. This time, you would surprise him by taking that dominant initiative. You sprayed your favorite perfume, walking through the mist to finish getting ready and made your way down to the kitchen, taking a deep breath to steel your nerves for the evening.

Being dominant was definitely not your strong suit, but with Sanji, you were willing to try anything. He's always putting the rest of the crew -except for Zoro- ahead of himself. It was your turn to spoil (or not?) him.

You arrive at the kitchen and gently knock on the door as you push It open. Sanji spins around, swirling the smoke wafting from his cigarette. He looks absolutely delicious. His tall, lithe, frame, practically all legs in a dark maroon suit, with burgundy dress shirt and black tie. He's always dressed so well and tonight is no exception. You immediately swoon, “Good evening, handsome,” you walk toward him, swaying your hips as seductively as you could.

His eyes grew wide, almost dropping the cigarette between his lips, holding 2 pans coming out of the oven. He looked adorable with his apron and oven mitts. You walk around him, eyeing him up and down as you walk your fingers along his shoulder. Reaching his neck, you grasp the back of it, pulling him toward you stopping just short of your lips. You feel his hot breath trembling, his eyelids wavering almost shut and you give him a soft peck on his cheek just to tease him. His breath catches and he opens his eyes, they’re dark. His gaze is hazy like you have him in a trance. “Mon amour….you look absolutely divine.

What have I done to deserve an angel such as yourself to grace my presence,” he gulps. You bite your lip, looking in the corner of the kitchen, seeing a small table elegantly set up. A white floor length tablecloth, candles, and a vase with a simple rose arrangement. “I could say the same thing, sweetheart. What have I done to deserve such treatment. Perhaps if you're good for me, I'll reward you,” you counter.

He gulps and you swear you hear a whimper. He shakes his head as if to snap himself out of your spell, setting the pans he's still holding down on the metal countertop. He takes off his oven mitts quickly and puts one hand on your shoulder, the other on the small of your back and walks you to the table, “Please, my dear, have a seat,” as he pulls a chair out for you. “Oh, well, thank you good sir. Ever the gentleman,” you comment as you sit down.

He bows to you as he goes back to the counter, grabbing a bottle of wine that he opened prior to your arrival. He returns and pours you a glass, “Dinner will be just a moment my love,” he leans over and presses a kiss to the top of your head. You rest your chin on your hands, watching as he darts around the kitchen gathering everything to get started. You feel giddy, as if you have butterflies in your stomach as you watch him. You never thought you'd find yourself here, but you smile as you admire this silly man that pours so much love into everything he does for you.

Dinner was divine, as usual. Light conversation, wine, and amazing company has you in a bright mood. Sanji returns to the table with your shared dessert. A cup of chocolate mousse, topped with whipped cream, chocolate shavings, berry compote, and a drizzle of caramel- your favorite. You smile, giddy, as he hands you a spoon, “A sweet for my sweet,” he coos. You blush, batting your eyelashes, “Oooh, we're there now? With the corny dad jokes?” You chuckle.

Taking a small spoonful of the dessert, you take a bite and hum at the satisfaction. “Sanji, you really are the best,” as you lick your lips. You open your eyes and see that he's staring at you hungrily. You return his gaze, “You’ve really outdone yourself tonight. You've been so good, I think you may have earned quite the reward.” He gulps his bite down so loudly, you hear it.

Watching his Adam's apple bob, you get up and lean over him, grabbing his chin and forcing his gaze up to you. “Can you continue to be a good boy for me? I'll reward you handsomely,” you whisper as you ghost your lips over his. His eyes flutter shut again, “Y-yes, my dear. Anything for you. Your wish is my command. P-please let me be of service to you,” he stutters.

You dip your fingertip into the top of the mousse and bring it to his slightly parted lips. Staring down at him, you smirk as he opens his mouth and you put your finger on his tongue. He closes his lips around your finger and swirls his tongue around the digit, hollowing his cheeks to suck it clean as he moans. You feel that tingling desire ignite in your gut, growing wetter, you smile, “Be a dear and lock the door for me, my love.”

He practically sprints to the door, locking it, as he turns around he looks at you. Eyes wide, searching for direction from you. He reaches into his suit pocket and retrieves a cigarette, lighting it and taking a drag as he returns to you with a heavy exhale. You reach up and take the cigarette from his hand, taking a drag yourself.

You immediately get a high from it, your head, light and swimming as the nicotine hits. Your other hand reaches up to his shoulder, pushing him down until he's on his knees. You bring your hand holding the cigarette down to touch the top of his head. Bringing one of your heels up, you put it on his leg while pushing your knee under his chin to look up at you.

His eyes are closed, his breaths short and clipped in excitement. “Tell me baby, what would you like to do tonight?” You ask, your voice heady with lust. You've positioned your leg in a way that if he were to look up, he could see up your dress because of its short length, revealing yourself to him. As he opens his eyes, he takes in your figure, looking at your leg underneath him and slowly moving up, seeing how you've positioned yourself for him.

His eyes grow wide in surprise as he takes in your lacy thong with a tell tale wet patch from your dripping cunt that's only growing bigger. His gaze continues up your body, he sees your breasts, hugged tight in your dress and he whimpers. He shifts to adjust his hard cock straining in his slacks. He finally looks at you, his eyes watery and whispers, “I want to please you, mon coeur, I beg you. L-let me worship you, my goddess.”

You smile at him, your eyes dark with desire, “Oh, my sweet, tell me how much you need this,” you challenge him. He whines again as he gives you open mouthed kisses up your leg, caressing you lightly with his hands. You throw your head back as it sends shivers up your spine. You take in a sharp breath as he nibbles the inside of your thigh. He pushes the bottom of your dress up to your hips as he gets closer to your overheating core.

He stops just short of your quivering cunt, you feel his hot breath as he inhales deeply, taking in your scent. He exhales as he looks up at you, “My dear,” he slurs, already pussydrunk, “may, I?” He asks. “So polite,” you quip, giving him a nod.

He instantly pulls you to him, one hand grabbing a handful of your ass, massaging it as he pulls you to him, the other throwing your leg over his shoulder. He pulls your panties to the side and his mouth instantly find your clit. His tongue swirling around it as he sucks harshly.

You tremble and moan as he flattens his tongue to lick your folds repeatedly. Kissing your cunt and murmuring thank yous and I love yous like they're a prayer to your altar. He continues fucking you with his tongue as your legs tremble, your walls flutter, endlessly turned on by the sinful sounds coming from between your thighs.

Sanji takes you straight to the edge and as you both make eye contact, he flicks his tongue on your clit again as you crumble into pieces. You cum hard, gasping and grabbing his hair with both hands, “F-fuuuck, baaaby,” you moan as he consumes you. He slows and pulls back, pressing kisses to your inner thigh, sucking and biting, leaving marks on your legs. “The best dessert, my love, thank you,” he says breathlessly as he licks you off his lips, and wipes his chin clean.

You pull your leg down and grab him by his tie, pulling him up to his feet as your lips meet in a deep kiss, tongues exploring each others mouths. You taste yourself on his tongue, swallowing his moans. “You've been SO good for me, would you like your reward my love?” you question as you push him down to sit on the chair next to the table. Unsure where you're going, “If you think I've earned it, mon amour,” he gulps. He adjusts, achingly hard, a wet spot on his slacks from his precum seeping through.

You smile prettily at him, “How about you undress for me, my sweet.” You walk around him giving him featherlight touches enjoying how you're making him fall apart, feeling more emboldened by the second as you hear your heels click on the wood floor. He fumbles with his pants but finally releases his cock as you look him up and down.

“I want to make you feel good Sanji, but to be a good boy, you're not allowed to cum until I tell you. Understand?” You reach down and grab his cock, making him tense, stroking him up and down his shaft slowing at the tip and rubbing your thumb on his slit. “Y-yes…” he grunts. You stop, still holding his throbbing length, and he whines, “What was that?” you demand. His eyes are glistening, tears almost spilling over, “Y-yes ma'am,” he whispers. “That's better, as you pat your hand on his head. You reach down and grab his tie walking behind the chair, “Give me your hands,” you request.

He brings his hands back and you tie his hands together with his tie, knowing full well he can get out of it, but it adds to the fun.

You lean over breathing in his ear, pulling his earlobe between your teeth and reach around to grab his length again, stroking him slowly. Sanji whimpers, sweat on his brow as he's trying to contain himself, “O-ohhh, thank you my love. Thank you….it feels s-soo good,” he gasps in ecstasy; finally getting the relief he's been dying for. You stop and bring your hand to his face, “Spit,” you command.

He spits into your palm and you bring it back down to his length and use his spit as lubricant and pump only his tip. Your desire grows as you hear his whines and the squelching from your hand. Picking up the pace, you can feel his heavy length in your hand, twitching, watching his abs tense as your other hand rubs up and down his chest and abs, grating slightly with your fingernails as you pull up.

“Remember, if you want to cum, you need to be good. No cumming without me telling you that you can,” you tease. “Y-yes, of course, yes…anything,” he replies, his voice heavy with desperation. You continue to pump just his tip, making him jump and tense in the chair as his brow continues to sweat. His head thrown back, eyes shut tight as he gasps and hisses as you overstimulate him.

You slowly walk around in front of him and get down on your knees, “Hmmm, I think I'll have a taste,” and you lick underneath his cock from base to tip, wrapping your lips around his length and slowly moving down until it touches the back of your throat. You moan as you gaste his salty precum. He grunts, you can see he's holding back, twisting his wrists in the tie, trying to refrain from losing all self control.

You start a steady pace, taking his cock down your throat as far as you can stand it. Tears pricking the corners of your eyes, swirling your tongue around the tip relishing in turning Sanji into a bubbling mess, “Fuck, my love…shit., it feels s'good.” You bring him right to the edge and stop, as he whines, missing the warmth of your mouth. “I'm going to use you, Sanji, would you like that?” He nods fervently, “Oh please, please use me.” You stand up, stripping yourself down to nothing.

You approach Sanji and slowly lower onto his lap, grabbing his length and lining it up to your entrance and slowly sit on his length. You both gasp as your warm walls, completely drenched from all your teasing, clench around his length. You crash your lips onto Sanji's as you immediately set a pace, riding him and rolling your hips watching his mouth drop open. You were so enamored with teasing him that you hadn't even paid attention to how aroused you were, focusing only on him.

His cock stiffened more as you continued your pace, “Fuck…mon coeur, I love you, I love you so much,” Sanji cries into your lips as you kiss him ravenously. You knew he was close as he tensed, pulling his hands against the tie around his wrists. “Please….Y/N, plea-please, can I come? I-I-I need to, please…” he sobs. “Hold on for me Sanji, be good for me, m'close,” you moan.

You adjust slightly and begin to roll your hips, grinding your clit on him, bringing your breasts to his face. Sanji growls and takes one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and gently nibbling. You throw your head back muttering his name, “Fuck, Sanji, baby you feel sooo good,” as you grind harder bringing yourself closer to climax.

He switches his mouth to your other breast, in between open mouthed kisses he's begging you, “Please…Y/N, please let me cum!” The thought of how you've reduced him to such a mess and one hard roll of your clit on his pelvis is all you needed and you crash, cumming hard, your pussy fluttering, pangs of warmth all over your body like you've become electric. “Cum for me Sanji, be good and fill me up,” you cry out and he does.

You've finally come down and feel how truly spent you are. Pulling back, you stare into Sanji's eyes as he looks at you so lovingly. “I think we'll have to do that more often. What about you, baby?” You chuckle inquisitively. Sanji grins and peppers your face with little kisses, “Y/N, you spoil me, let's get you cleaned up and go to bed. It's my turn to return the favor,” he grins sharply.

Groaning and gasping into your chest as his cock pumps you full of his cum. You slowly stop moving your hips and your legs are spent, you fall forward onto Sanji's chest, both of you out of breath panting as if you've run a marathon. He releases his wrists from his tie and wraps his arms around you, squeezing you tight and holding you close as you both whisper I love you to each other, over and over.

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