high tide came and brought you in

You attentively watched Sanji move about the galley as he naturally did every single day. Handing out plates, making sure everyone had their portion for dinner, before even sitting down himself to eat. He settled across from you on the table, and your gaze didn’t drift as his eye met yours. He smiled warmly, knowingly.

Ever since you had been intimate together, Sanji had been softer with you. He had always been nice and attentive, but it was like he had appeased a certain need in him. By all means, he was still overdramatic, professing his adoration for Nami, Robin and you. You figured there was a certain difference only you noticed because it was directed towards you. A slightly bigger portion of food in your plate, a hand on the small of your back when you descended the ship, whispers of ‘are you okay?’ during battles that he wouldn’t let anyone else know. 

It wasn’t like you would complain about it; it was nice to be taken care of in such a subtle way by someone who seemed to scatter his affection so freely. It was like having a secret language that only you two spoke. 

You returned the smile immediately. 

Sanji had satisfied your need for intimacy, but he was also filling other needs when it came to feeling wanted, something that extended outside of the bed (even if technically you two hadn’t shared a bed). 

You didn’t want to fuck him so often, somehow that felt like a crossing a fine line that you had created in your mind; but ever since that last time, the urge had steadily grow into something almost all consuming, and you couldn’t wait for the next island for it happen. You needed it now, tonight. 

The only way to get some kind of privacy on the Sunny was waiting until midnight. Sanji usually stayed up late, only God knew why. There had been times you wandered in the galley, unable to sleep, only to find him there smoking and drinking tea, and you only smiled fondly as he handed you a cup for yourself. 

It wasn’t tea what you were looking for when you walked in the galley later that night, after everyone had gone to bed. Sanji was there, like you knew he’d be, smoking by the table and reading the notebook he kept for his recipes, as you padded across the wooden floor. It was like he was expecting you by the way he smiled, slowly taking you in as you stood next to the table, wearing your sleeping shirt and shorts, feet with only socks to protect them. 

“Hello, gorgeous,” He greeted you, putting out his cigarette into an ashtray. “Can’t sleep? Want me to make you something?”

It was moments like those that revealed more of the soft side of him; no loud declarations of love, no theatrics, not even hearts in his eyes. He still smiled affectionately, ready to do whatever whim you had in your mind.

He would get the hearts in his eyes when he saw you naked in a minute. 

You pouted, purposely drawing his attention to your lips when you did, and you strode across the room until you were standing right in front of him. Sanji visibly stiffened, breath hitching as he looked up at you. 

“I can’t sleep. And I do want something.” You stated, answering his questions, carefully straddling his lap. His one visible eye widened, mouth hanging open as you rested your arms on his shoulders. “I want you to make me come.”

“Now?!”

You sat back on his thighs to look him in the eye, his hands coming up to hold your hips to make sure you didn’t hop off. 

“Is there something else you have to do?” Your tone sounded admonishing, and you mentally chastised yourself for acting so demanding. Sanji didn’t seem to mind when his grip on your hips slid up your waist, tightening. 

“No, no! I was just-” He heaved a loud sigh, dropping his head forward. “Am I dreaming?”

“No.” You giggled, petting his head and sliding your fingers into his hair. 

“Okay, good.” 

With a firm tug, you brought his head back up and swiftly connected your lips in a rapturous kiss.

His lips had been on your mind since the first time you kissed him; they were surprisingly soft, a contrast to the taste of his mouth, like smoke and spices. And Sanji was eager, enthusiastic, wrapping his arms around you just in case you decided to reconsider and pull away. You savored each other, tongues intertwining as you tenderly cupped his face. 

He only pulled back to trace his lips down your jaw and neck, covering every inch of skin available for him. 

“Why did you think you were dreaming?” You asked, humming when he slid his tongue over a spot that made you shiver. You couldn’t help but giggle when he nuzzled there, his stubble creating goosebumps. 

“I didn’t even know if what we did that last time was real, it was too good to be true…” His arms around your pressed you even closer as he planted a kiss to your jaw. “I was making sure this wasn’t a dream, just in case.”

Sometimes Sanji was so cute you didn’t know what to do about it, except kiss him until you both were on the verge of death from lack of oxygen. But that would ruin the plans of fucking him that night.

“It’s not a dream.” You reassured him, trailing your nails over the back of his neck to make him feel something real. The shudder that broke through him made you smile. 

“How do you want me, my love?”

Sanji’s voice was sultry and silky when he whispered into your ear, like he was pouring your filthiest desires into you but he had only asked a simple question. You’ve never had something like that asked before, and it made heat pool into your abdomen, drenching your panties with your slick. 

“Get me on the table.” It sounded more like a question than an order, but Sanji complied without complaining. 

Firm hands slid down your thighs, holding you in place as he stood from his seat before carefully hoisting you on the table. You naturally spread your legs, accommodating your body for him to fit where he belonged, pressed up against you with fingers caressing your thighs up to the hem of your shorts. 

“You’re so beautiful,” Sanji praised you with a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Been thinking about you for so long.”

“What kind of thoughts?” You asked with a sigh while he peppered your neck with kisses again. While still fully conscious despite the nice warmth of his body so close to yours, you mindfully moved his notebook and the ashtray to the side.

Sanji kissed under your ear before you pulled away, laying back against the table to enjoy the view of his body hovering above yours. His face was flushed (he might be on the verge of a nosebleed), hair only a little out of place from when you ran your fingers through it, eye blown wide with lust as he studied you. 

“Baby, tell me what kind of thoughts.” You said firmly, sliding your hand underneath your shirt, slowly pulling it up your body to reveal more skin. 

With a sharp intake of breath, Sanji seemed to have come down to Earth as his gaze fixed on your exposed skin. Licking his lips, his hands skimmed up your waist, joining you in your effort to uncover yourself. 

“I’ve been thinking about your body, worshiping it, giving you the attention you deserve.” It was your turn for your breath to hitch at his words, squirming when he leaned down to press open-mouthed kisses to your stomach. “I’ve been dying to taste you again. That was a flavor that I would never find anywhere else.”

The lovesick sigh that escaped from Sanji’s mouth against your belly button made you instinctively laugh. He smiled in return against your skin, completely pleased with himself. 

“Darling, I want to make you feel so good, please, please, I want to taste you on my tongue again.”

Shit. 

You wanted this to be a little quicker, knowing fully well that while a lot of the crew was asleep, not everyone was. You assumed someone (probably Zoro) was on night watch, and Usopp usually stayed up until even later than Sanji doing God knows what. It was a risk to be doing this in the galley, and whatever brain cell you had left after you touched him a few minutes ago was telling you not to drag this out.

But when you felt him kiss the skin just above the waistband of your shorts, running his warm tongue there, you realized you couldn’t say no. You didn’t want to say no to his eagerness, especially when it involved having his head between your legs. No man had ever begged to eat you out before, and Sanji was setting the bar so high if you ever were to have sex with someone else in the future. 

“Go on, then.” You replied, trying not to sound breathlessly desperate but failing. 

Sanji didn’t comment on it, only grinning roguishly before going back up to plant a brief kiss on your lips, as if he was thanking you. His gaze fell on your chest as he tenderly lifted your shirt enough to expose your tits.

He groaned when he attached his lips to one of your nipples, sucking softly while cupping your other breast. You sighed blissfully, thighs tensing on each side of him as you felt your pussy get even slicker when he ran his tongue over your sensitive skin. 

It was brief, but Sanji tried to give equal attention to both of your tits, switching to your other nipple to press a kiss before licking the underside of your breast and sliding downwards. You weren’t sure if his urgency came from the situation you were in (a quickie in the kitchen), or because he was desperate to get between your legs; either way it made your toes curl, anticipating his touch. 

With fingers that tremble with excitement, Sanji pulled down your shorts and underwear, discarding it haphazardly on the floor and leaving you completely bare, the bright light of the galley leaving nothing to his imagination. You only felt a slight of self-consciousness, but the sound that came out of his mouth, frenzied and distraught, made you quickly forget whatever worry that plagued your mind. 

“Shit.” He groaned against the skin of your thigh, dragging his lips down, closer to where you needed him most. “You’re heavenly, so tempting, I can’t…”

Whatever else he was going to say died on his throat as he fixed his gaze on your pussy, completely hypnotized.

You impatiently wiggled your hips as Sanji pressed kisses, running his tongue down your thigh until he reached the joint to your hip. With a loud gasp, you jerked up, slick dripping from your entrance the more he stared.

“Sanji.”

He shuddered when you called his name, and he pressed closer, tongue darting out to finally taste you. His hot breath washed over you first, and you quivered the moment the tip of his tongue grazed your pussy. You both moaned simultaneously, loud and needy, and it made the knot in your abdomen twist tighter; to know he was thoroughly enjoying the moment enhanced your pleasure. 

Tangling your fingers through his hair, pushing it away from his face, you watched Sanji steadily eat you out, both eyes now exposed and studying your reactions. He held tightly onto you, firm hands kneading the fat of your thighs as he buried his face in between them. He was eager and so sweet, dragging his tongue from bottom to top before pressing a kiss to your clit, making your thighs on each side of his face twitch. Your jaw hung open when he repeated the same action, licking a bold stripe across your folds, collecting every drop of your slick. 

Sanji groaned, louder than the sounds you were making, the deeper his tongue slid inside you. His nose dug into your clit, making jolts of pleasure pulse through you, ripping sharp moans from your throat. You briefly worried that you were both making too much noise, but it was a thought that left your mind as soon as it emerged. It was difficult to be concerned about anything when Sanji had his warm tongue inside you.

One of your legs fell idly to the side when he moved his hand to gently slip two fingers inside you. It made your body grow hotter when he curled them, his intense, lustful gaze fixed on you to check your reaction. It only took a few experimental touches to make you arch your back, and you tugged at his hair when Sanji pressed his digits to the most sensitive spot at the same time he suckled on your clit. 

“Fuck!” You stuttered with a gasp when he repeated the same action. “That feels so good, oh my God, you’re so good…”

He only moaned in agreement, steadily pumping his fingers, happily slurping on your clit, devouring you like a starved man. Your skin was ablaze, delight making you vibrate, the muscles of your thighs tightening around his head, they might trap him there forever. By the gleam in his eyes, he might enjoy the idea. 

The tension in your body was increasing, and as much as you loved how talented Sanji was with his mouth, this one time you’d much rather come on his cock. With unsteady fingers, you yanked at his hair, hard enough to make him moan, to pull him off you.

“Sa-Sanji, wait…”

He whimpered when he moved away, stars dancing in his eyes in a dazed stare. 

“Am I doing it wrong, my darling?”

“N-No…” You panted, enthralled by his appearance. He looked utterly helpless, high on your taste with your arousal dripping from his chin; you could have reached your orgasm there and then. “C’mere.”

Sanji crawled up, pressing his lips to yours in a messy kiss, making you moan as you tasted yourself in his mouth. You hastily reached for his pants, fondling his erection through the fabric before reaching for the belt. He gasped, hips bucking into your touch. The state you were in didn’t help you in unbuckling his belt, and ultimately his hands joined yours, pulling his pants and underwear down enough to free his cock. 

When you wrapped your fingers around it, reveling in its warmth and heaviness, Sanji groaned into the kiss, mouth hanging open when you slowly stroked him. His hips jerked again when you flicked your thumb over the slit, precum leaking from the tip instantly. 

“Put it in, please.” You begged, pressing one innocent kiss to his lips. “I want your cock, baby…”

Sanji moaned, and you were positive it was because you called him ‘baby’.

Pulling back with a shudder, he gripped your thigh, thumb caressing the skin there as you let go of his dick. He shifted closer, holding his length in his hand as he positioned himself closer to your entrance. 

You watched, amazed and breathless, as Sanji eased himself inside you, cock stretching your pussy to make it fit nicely. He made a noise as if he was being tortured, a shaky sigh escaping his lips once he was fully sheathed, thighs twitching on each side of his body due to the wonderful stretch. 

It was as if your entire body was on fire, his cock throbbing inside you making the warmth spread. Your gaze locked on his, both of his eyes visible as his hair stuck to his forehead; his body must have felt just as ablaze as yours, the glint in his pupils revealing so much. 

Sanji kept his eyes fixed on yours as he moved his hips, slow and steady. The slide was delicious, wet and hot, making you moan as you held tightly onto the edge of the table. The pace was easy, careful, and it still made you feel overwhelmed. 

But you wanted more. 

“More.” You breathed, eying him through hooded lids.

His response was a snap of his hips, bucking into yours, a yelp slipping from your lips. 

“Yes, princess.” Sanji replied, with a grin that might as well come from the devil himself. 

It knocked the wind out of you when he pulled back, cock almost all the way out, before sliding back in, hips slamming into yours. It was the perfect rhythm, with enough force that each time his cock filled you, it reached every little spot that made stars dance behind your eyes. You were rendered speechless, eyes dancing behind your lids. 

“You’re so beautiful, so perfect,” Sanji panted, a shaky groan slipping from his lips when you squeezed around him just right. “Making all those gorgeous faces, fuck…”

You’d feel your cheeks on fire if they weren’t already burning. His praises really did something to you, stomach turning as pleasure threatened to burst the more his cock hit inside you.

Sanji was smug and confident in the pleasure he was giving you, yet still entirely devoted to you, hands tenderly caressing every inch of your body. Squeezing your waist and stomach, his fingers slid up your thighs, hoisting your legs on his shoulders. There was urgency in his moves when he reached your ankles, swiftly sliding one of your socks off your foot. 

A moan wrecked through him when he kissed the heel of your foot, just as the same time he thrust particularly hard into you. You watched, starry-eyed, as he fulfilled one of his dreams he mentioned earlier. 

His cock kept fervently sliding in and out, making your pussy clench around it, closer and closer to the edge, as Sanji pressed kisses to your ankle and heel. He hummed in delight as he ran his tongue over the arch of your foot before pressing an open-mouthed kiss. You moaned, completely dazed by his adoration. 

“You’re so pretty, my love,” Sanji groaned, looking you in the eye as he kissed your sole. “I need to make you come, I wanna make you come, please, darling…”

Somehow, he pressed even closer, your legs bending over your chest. You let out a shaky moan, the shift in the angle making him grind against your clit with every thrust. You closed your eyes shut, overwhelmed by all the attention and pleasure he was giving you. 

Until you felt something warm spilling on your chest. Through a half-closed gaze, you eyed him only to see blood coming out of his nose and onto your tits and shirt. You huffed out a laugh in between whimpers; it was a surprise he hadn’t had a nosebleed sooner. 

Sanji cursed under his breath, moving slightly so he wouldn’t get any more blood on you, until you reached up to him, cradling his face with both of your hands. You brought him closer, licking some of the blood that had dripped onto his lips, and moaning into his mouth.

“Sanji, I-” You gasped when your legs started to shudder and your vision got blurrier. “I’m so- Sanji, Sanji-”

You couldn’t finish any sentence, only repeating his name like a chant, but Sanji understood instantly, groaning against your lips the more you moaned his name.

He pumped his hips once, twice, so strong you thought the table was going to break, and you couldn’t contain it anymore when ecstasy pulsed through you, your body quivering uncontrollably as you came. Your mind turned white and he kissed you firmly, sliding his tongue into your mouth, swallowing all the noises you were making. 

When your pussy tightened around his cock, Sanji made a strangled noise, hips momentarily falling out of place. He followed suit and his dick throbbed when he reached his orgasm, spilling warm cum inside you, filling you up. He rode out his peak, shallow thrusts making you whimper, too sensitive from your own release. He kept kissing you as if you were air, like he couldn’t live without you. 

Your heart melted when he caressed your face once his hips stilled, fingers pushing away all the hair that was sticking to your skin as his lips roamed yours. You hummed, pleasantly exhausted and warm, lazily returning the kiss as your legs dropped from his shoulders to the side. Your hands slid down his chest, feeling his heartbeat through the fabric of the shirt he was still wearing before running your hands up and down his back soothingly. 

Sanji only pulled away when he noticed it was getting harder for the both of you to breathe, yet he still trailed kisses down your neck in between pants. 

“That was wonderful.” You purred into his ear, feeling the sharp intake of breath it caused. “You’re always so good to me, Sanji.”

He smiled as he nuzzled your neck, placing a kiss under your ear before pulling away. 

“I aim to please, my love.”

You knew he was trying to be completely confident (and he probably felt like it) with the winning grin he was showing you, but the flushed look on his cheeks, the little hearts sparkling in his eyes and the blood that still dripped down his nose made it all too funny to be taken seriously. 

“There’s still blood on your face!” You mentioned, trying not to laugh as you reached for his face, wiping it away with your thumb.

“You don’t have to do that-” The words died on his throat when you licked the blood off your finger. “What are you doing to me?”

You giggled when he nuzzled your neck, letting out a long sigh, embracing you tightly. 

It was sticky and messy, and Sanji seemed to be concerned that you were uncomfortable after a few seconds (your back was starting to hurt, but you didn’t comment on it), so he pulled away, softening cock slipping out and making you whimper. He stared at you, enthralled by the cum slowly dripping out of your pussy, a scene you found all too endearing even when it wasn’t. 

As he tucked himself back into his underwear, you sat up and slid off the table, pulling your shirt down and noticing all the blood stains on it. 

“I’m sorry, darling.” Sanji apologized, quickly retrieving your panties and kneeling down to ease them up your legs. “I’ll get you a new one, I promise.”

“It’s okay.”

“I’ll get you anything you want.” He went on, gently sliding the sock he had discarded earlier on your foot before pressing a soft kiss to your knee. “Whatever you want, I’ll do it.”

“You’re so dramatic, honey.” You sighed, trying not to let show how much his words were affecting you. 

Sanji showed you a smile so tender it made your stomach twist.